#and then I drew him So Much and didn't actually buy the game until like a week later

[redflagshipwriter]

check yes to go on a date w a dead guy ch 4 progress

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It took a minute for Jason to recover from that realization. He kept the anger he felt off his face. Danny didn’t seem upset about dying young, but that didn’t mean much. It wasn’t an appropriate topic to prod about on a first meeting. He’d get there eventually.

Jason stilled. Ah, shit, he still didn’t have a plan. Just eating together was too short and too boring. He needed to have something better than that.

Fuck, what were they going to do next? 

Jason strained for ideas. What was a good date? Normally, he'd know more about a person before they hung out romantically. 

Well. Actually, normally he hung out platonically with someone a lot before he started to feel interest in them. This was all kinds of backwards: but he didn't want it to end yet. 

“So, uh, what do you like to do?” Jason asked. Masterful. So smooth.

Danny scrunched up his nose. “Lately my afterlife sucks,” he groused. “I am drowning in paperwork and busy stuff.” He slumped over. “I miss being in high school,” Danny sighed. He drew his knees in and rested his elbows on them, then squished his cheeks with his palms. “I guess I used to just hang out, you know?” He shrugged. “Played a lot of video games. I miss that.” 

“Of course,” Jason said, despite never having hung out and played video games in high school. He'd been an overscheduled nerd in junior high school and then been too dead for high school. “That sounds fun. Wanna go back to mine and play something later?”

Danny lit up, blue eyes sparkling in the fading light. “Yes! That would be great.” He straightened his legs and kicked his heels against the side of the building. “Wait, can we do the whole grungy high school hangout thing with pop and chips and dip and pizza and stuff?”

He almost said “we literally just ate”, but what the hell. “We'll hit the store next,” Jason said. He couldn't say no to that face. Look at ‘em. He was so excited.

'Ugh, god. Danny died in high school,’’ Jason realized. He'd already known Danny died young but it still stuck in his stomach like a rock. 'No wonder he misses what he did then. He's interacting with the physical world now but if he died, he probably went to like, dead land immediately.’

But, uh. Video games. He could do that. He kept up a conversation as his mind churned, asking Danny what kind of games he liked.

The thing was, Jason didn't really play video games. He had a console at his place and if he was hanging out with Roy or Dick there, they'd bring a game over. He owned like, two games. 

He considered popping by the store and just buying something. But that would be weird and intense. He'd probably freak Danny out if he went and dropped money on a game just to play with him. 

Ok. Well. He'd get someone to drop off games before he and Danny could get back to the apartment. Jason sneakily got out his phone and strategized. 

Steph? No. Terrible. He couldn't let that girl know he had a date until the poor bastard really liked him for sure. She'd either chase Danny off or somehow orchestrate the two of them getting engaged. 

Tim? God, no. He'd definitely own a lot of games but they'd all be for the PC, and he'd hang around and smirk about Jason meeting up with Danny.

Dick? Too far away, and way too smug. He'd take it as an opportunity to tease.

Oh, wait. He had it. Jason opened up a message to Duke and sent out a quick “I want to bribe you. Homemade pizza? Artichoke dip? Fried oysters???” 

“Did you take a life?????” Duke shot back. Then, “pizza! What do you need?” 

“Get to my place with a bunch of video games that'll work on my tv in less than an hour and I'll make whatever you want.” 

The three dots indicating typing popped up. They stayed there for a weirdly long time. Then, Duke said, “Can I stay and hang out? 🥺”

Adorable little bastard. Jason typed out NO and then hesitated, feeling kinda bad.

“Who's that?” Danny prompted. 

Ah, shit, he was being rude. Jason flushed. “Asking a little brother to bring over a game,” he admitted. “He wants to stay.” 

Danny laughed. “That's adorable,” he announced. “It's fine by me. Lots of games are better with more people, anyway.” 

Well. If that was the case, Jason was fine with it. He sent Duke an OK and then put his phone away before the inevitable “I AM THE FAVORITE SIBLING” fireworks started. 

[lemons-pears]

pre-playthrough doodles for mouthwashing [bit shite since i only referenced the steam page to avoid spoilers beforehand]❗

okay, so- i drew these lot before playing the actual game (maybe spoilers? went off the steam page photos/videos for references.) anyways here' my artistic breakdown in order of who got drawn first.

Jimmy - I knew he was the protagonist, went OKAY SO HE'S TRIPPING BALLS based on the trippy horse/pony and eye imagery in the trailers. Each eye for a different crewmember. Obligatory 'main character? of course, draw him first that's the privilege.' HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Anya - She's really really pretty- um- I based her off this one scene from 'Pearl' because there were axe references made. Decided that she deserved a kick ass axe. Also the only character I had somewhat spoilers for since I watched an animatic on the 'dead pixel' scene a week before I got into this. Also, as the tired looking nurse, I would buy her crocs or something. Genuinely need to draw her again and properly.

Daisuke - Thought his shìrt was nice, did a little MIKU MIKU BEAM for him to show off his rings. Honestly didn't have much of him to go off but he reminds me of someone I know irl. He like me fr fr I love his design so much I need to figure out his shirt pattern.

Swansea - TBH IM NOT HAPPY WITH THIS DOODLE BECAUSE AFTER PLAYING THAT DOES NOT LOOK LIKE HIM. Based him off that one jester painting because he had disappointed dad feeling the end-times are coming after the match vibes. Met this guy before in a Tesco I sWEAR- I feel like he knows he's too old for this mouthwash bullshit. Spacing out all 'what the actual fuck'.

Curly - I... struggled so bad. With the bandages. Put him off until last. Harvey Dent has prepared me to draw eyes on the other side of the face like that. Want to do this man justice visually honest to God. Even if I genuinely believed he crashed the ship at the time because of the steam page. I played both 'How Fish Is Made' and 'The Last One And Then Another' before drawing these, and I loved meeting him as a little fish ball thing. Gave him the cake, too, since I assumed it would be his birthday at some point?

anyways. mouthwashing B]👍

[justageneralsimpindeed]

Dabi with s/o whos plus size

Tw:Smut,Oral sex,spitting kink ,temperature play,face sitting,A LOT OF NSFW.

SFW

Dabi wasnt exactly the romantic type as he was so fixated on revenge.

HOWEVER

Due to your size, you get hate: villians,civilians, heroes you name it

I think what drew him in is how sweet of a person you can be but everyone looks at how much you weigh rather then personality.

You were being ridiculed by a pair of heroes after they saved you from a villian.

But they just wanted the torment for themselves.

So Dabi on sight killed them.

He was about to kill you but saw you huddled up in a corner and thought

More evidence to fuck heroes over

oh boy the amount of issues he gor after he took you in.kinda kidnapped

You were a crybaby ,that pissed of Shigaraki

Twice was very supportive and then unyieldingly honest

Toga kept squeezing you face and trying to stab you

Muscular wasn't polite either

And others didn't really notice you other than another person

Big sis mag was very supportive,she knows what it is to be discriminated by most of society.

Dabi started to fall for you every time you would show intrest in his quirk and comment and feed his ego about it.

He fell even harder when he started getting burned but instead of telling him to stop using his quirk like a certain someone

You tell him to take it easy.Put ice packs on his new burns to try to ease the burning .

He finds it adorable because Dabis whole nervous system was wrecked after the incident so he cant feel pain but you dont even know.

You confess to him after the war this time actually scolding him infront of everyone .

He asks why you care and you spill the beans.

Takes him a few before he kisses you and returns his feelings.

Isnt exactly high on PDA but he wants attention give it to someone else and he will take it back.

In other words:

Dabi:Y/N do you like cats?

Y/N: nods

Dabi:....

Slyly pushes cup of table

Hes not fancy not just because hes famous now but he prefers being alone with just you cuddling,probably going on a movie madathon,playing games and just teasing the hell out of you how easily you get flustered when he warms you up with his quirk.

If you can get pregnant and you consent,he will probably rock up to the battlefield baby in hand saying how hes more lovable because his child loves him and wasnt born out of a quirk marriage.

Calls you little mouse beacause of how chubby your cheeks are yagami yato listeners

⚠️NSFW⚠️

Hes gentle at first.

But choke me like you hate me is his motto

And he is BIG, a good 7-8 inches when hard

And he goes hard.

Hes not stopping either until he goes past his limit because aint no way your begging him to stop because you dont wanna do it anymore

That is how addicting it is

When you sit on his face your insecure about not just sex in general but crushing him.

He tells you to sit on him like a fucking chair.Starts humping the air ,from how good your hole is around his tounge.

69.

Mirror sex and tells you how beautiful you are but also slightly degrading by calling you a slut and spitting in your mouth.

I stand by TO MY GRAVE hes possessive, and he burns marks into his skin not enough to scar but enough to tell people to swipe left cause your ass is his.

Buys purposely too small shirts just so he can admire you without you having to be naked.

Doggy style,missionary,cowgirl there is no end hes still trying to find a favourite because hes still experimenting.

He is either very quiet or way too loud.

Either way they're really raspy.

Bondage.

Smack you with his belt when you misbehave.

Fucks you in his coat so he can see the cum stains the next morning on the inside.

Slight breeding kink

Will not come inside you if you ask but you might have to stick to condoms for that one

Sex pretty much everywhere except the bed.

You have go to the bedroom to get pounded on the floor.If you use the bed you would have to get a new one the next day

Daddy issues really plays well into Daddy kink

He loves the way how he pushes you legs back and how stomach folds despite the fact your insecure.

Will suck your insecurities away through your nipples man,woman,non binary, doesnt matter .

you got em he suck em.

Hair pulling,most definitely

Same with overstim

Has let you been the dom before he now sees being a switch in a more positive way.

Drops things in cramped place so when you try get it you get stuck.

Just like his di-

"Come on little mouse~"Dabi groans from beneath you,fingers needing at the flesh of your thighs "Give daddy some sugar~"He stares up at you slowly lapping at your hole causing you back to arch "But I-"A sharp smack to your ass has you flinching and yet the pain makes you shamelessly moan."When i mean sit on my face,I dont mean 10% so sit the fuck down,sit like a fucking chair.Dont ask if I can breath."his hands start to burn into your hips as he forces you down, leaving red marks as he goes back to your thighs,wrapping them tighter around his head. Now be a good slut and do what Daddy taught you right"

[cwcthzl]

Hi 👋 wanted to need to know what you think about a modern era Stozier au where Richie is a guitarist who write song about his love for Stan and Stan is a painter who Richie as his muse

even though i can't see stan drawing more than sketches of his favorite birds in normal settings, i can't say this au didn't cross my mind and lure me in.

richie is bad at vocalizing his feelings so he always turns to music to do it for him, it gets even worse when he starts learning guitar and writing his own songs with the most raw usage of words. like, no word game or whatsoever, because he doesn't care and won't play it outside of his own room anyway, so why not be honest about it?

it starts out with writing a little draft about stan and how he is his best friend and how he is the best birdwatcher he's ever known because he's the only one with an old ass soul and mildly nerdy interests (affectionately, of course) and he just. takes so much joy in that he starts writing more songs about him. they start as making fun of him, jokes about his sense of style and his habit of rolling his eyes in everything and how he always scrunches his nose before writing something and how his left dimple shows up when he laughs and-

one night he gathers all his songs and places them all over the floor and bed to sort them into categories. he picks up paper after paper and every one of them is about stan.

it's almost like i'm love with him, he laughs to himself but then his most recent drafts keep adding up and he reads the lines where he wrote 'and i wish i got to keep his fingers on my hair forever, drown myself on his eyes that i call a river' and the realization downs on him and he just sits there. like. i am fucking in love with him

on the other hand stan started drawing by drawing birds he watched while he was bird-watching, and he wanted to keep the image and track of them without buying and cutting out pictures of them all time. but slowly he started drawing different things, doodling his classmate's bag in class or painting sky when he thought the sunset was pretty. he usually drew inanimate objects.

he started getting the artist-perspective and he started paying more attention to the features of people around him and how he could capture the said features on paper.

and he couldn't take his eyes off of richie when he paid, actually paid attention to his face because he was so. drawable. something about it satisfied stan better than anything. the way his slightly crooked teeth popped out when he flashed his real smile, how his arched nose was the perfect angle, how his eyes were the coldest blue he's ever seen, how his eyelashes touched his cheekbone, and-

so he drew him. tried to, but he felt like he didn't do it properly so he drew him again. and again and again. he drew him standing, sitting, whistling, laughing, with angel wings, with horrendous shirts, with religious symbolism - in every way he could.

he drew him and told himself he'd stop until he got it perfect, but he never did.

one evening, when he was tapping the back of his brush on his desk and looking at his last painting of richie, he thought why he couldn't capture that lousy trashmouth perfectly.

because he is perfect, stan thought mindlessly while stroking the fabric with his brush. you can't capture the perfection perfectly. it's always gonna be replication of the real thing, an almost, but never perfect.

he never stopped drawing him though. he was a perfectionist, after all.

[nine9tailed]

Lee Yeon wasn't terribly excited about being babysat. He'd done dozens of expeditions on his own, with his own hired teams, and he'd always come out of it in one piece. Sure, there might have been other deaths, but not for him. He'd always paid handsomely to express his regret whenever anything went wrong and surely he didn't like when they did, but he could hardly be blamed. The truth was, the sort of people he normally hired knew what they were getting into and did it anyway - the things people would do for credits never did fail to astound him.

Marching into ferocious jungles, climbing unstable mountain sides, taking down savage beasts or risking disease and sickness all for trinkets that had no value to anyone outside Yeon and perhaps those who wished to buy and possess them. And more often than not, there was no guarantee that the items would even be found. Yeon was a collector and once you had most of what you wanted, it often became more difficult and perilous to find the things you didn't. All that aside, he'd always done just find without a Jedi. He wasn't completely useless on his own. Even if he hired trackers and bounty hunters and mercenaries to do the heavy lifting, he was capable.

Trained in numerous arts native to his home planet, and also in many that were popular on Coruscant where he spent so much of his time. Hand Yeon a sword and he could fight as well as any duelist, much to his brothers chagrin. He might have appeared a vapid, gilded idiot, an unfortunate selection by his planet for senator, and he was fine with allowing such an image to remain, but the truth was that he was a different man than most people knew. He was older than most of his colleagues, thanks to the genetics of his species. He had gained a great deal of knowledge and dare he say it, wisdom over the years. He knew things, enough that could fill a few hundred books, a few hundred datapads.

He knew what people thought of him and simply did not care. He was good at his job, good for his people, though often he appeared self interested and even corrupt - such was the game one played. Unlike the senator from Naboo, he had no desire to openly challenge the populist vote, the carefully curated attempts by Palpatine and his allies to turn the war to their favor. He understood how power worked and was happy to watch it playout until the right time. Let them squabble. When the dust settled, Yeon and the people of Joseon would be fine, as they always were.

Meanwhile, Palpatine had decided that since rumors had been swirling about the tragic fate of his last adventure (it hard hardly even been fatal), that Senator Lee required assistance. Once Yeon had divulged where exactly he was hoping to go, Palpatine had been insistent. It would have been rude to argue, though he was certain he had seniority. It was better to indulge the old man, anyway. He had no idea what to expect from a Jedi escort - he'd never actually met one. When Obi-Wan arrived, Yeon was mildly surprised to see he looked quite like he did on the holonet. He hadn't been expecting the Negotiator. And he was polite! Oh, that was no fun.

It would have been fine by Yeon if the man had resented playing babysitter as much as Yeon resented needing one, but alas, Obi-Wan appeared in good spirits. Yeon leant forward, bowing slightly at an incline that probably indicated respect, though Obi-Wan would likely to have to earn it. "A pleasure to meet you. You're a...general, aren't you? Drew the short straw, I guess." He didn't know much, just what he'd seen in the holovids but he was certain Palpatine didn't care that much for his safety. Then, Yeon smiled. "It's a relic. Well, it's supposed to be. No one's seen in it in several hundred years, so I guess we could just find anything and claim it's the real one. I like the chase as much as the acquisition, and I've been looking for this one for a while. Do you like treasure hunts?"

@nin9tailed

"I  will  protect  Mister  Lee  with  my  life."  That  was  what  he  had  said  to  Chancellor  Palpatine  in  his  opulent  office.  Palpatine's  smile  was  still  stuck  in  Obi-Wan's  mind  while  he  was  on  his  way  to  the  rendezvous  point  to  meet  the  man  he  was  supposed  to  accompany  on  an  expedition.  Each  time  Obi-Wan  met  the  Chancellor,  he  felt  uneasy  about  him.  His  smile  looked  innocent  enough  but  his  eyes  had  a  knowing  glint  to  them.  It  must  be  his  imagination.  The  war  made  them  all  paranoid.

Of  course  Obi-Wan  had  wondered  why  Palpatine  wanted  him  to  escort  Lee Yeon  explictly.  Without  wanting  to  sound  arrogant,  there  were  more  pressing  matters  that  required  Obi-Wan's  attention,  but  the  Council  made  it  clear  that  they  were  in  no  position  to  refuse.  Lee Yeon's  connections  to  the  upper  echelons  of  Coruscant's  social  life  and  the  Senate  as  well  were  very  valuable,  making  him  a  high  priority.

And  Obi-Wan  would  be  lying  if  he  said  he  didn't  enjoy  the  idea  of  taking  a  break  from  warfare  and  travel  to  a  planet  he  has  not  yet  been  to.

At  the  rendesvouz  point,  Obi-Wan  bowed  his  head  in  polite  greeting.  Lee  Yeon  looked  younger  than  expected.  "Master  Obi-Wan  Kenobi,  at  your  service.  Before  we  begin  our  journey  I  would  like  to  hear  more  about  this  expedition.  What  is  it  that  you're  looking  for  exactly,  Mister  Lee?  The  more  information  I  have,  the  better  I  can  protect  you."

[kuruna]

Hmm I wonder how many drawings of Theseus Hadesgame I’ve made in total... I should count again

[star2fishmeg]

Head Above Water

Pairing: Murayama Yoshiki x f!reader

Summary: Murayama's birthday falls on possibly the worst time in his life, and the worst part is that he has to deal with it alone until he visits a spot he considered special

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing

Authors Note: I rewatched a bit of H&L and Murayama Whores, I got you 💪also, if anyone has a Mikey (tokrev) fics pls tag🥺 god the quality of the banner get worse and worse I'm so sorry

Request: none but every Murayama lover wants content for our goblin boy

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He kept asking himself why the sun wasn't shining as much anymore. It seemed to have been rather gloomy and overcast for ages when it was only spring. He should've been happy, it was his birthday. He woke up fine, nothing was broken, Todoroki was nowhere in sight, S.W.O.R.D was calm; everything was running smoothly. Seki, in his best efforts, had made him a cake and the part-timers pulled their finances together to buy him tickets to the upcoming baseball game he desperately wanted to see. But he didn't feel that same joy now that he could actually see the game. Perhaps it was because she promised to go with him, and wear matching jerseys. He remembered the grin on her lips - the kind of joy that made the corner of her eyes wrinkle - when they had discussed it. He thought about the homemade dinner that would await him at home since he adored her cooking over anything else. She wasn't an exceptional cook, but something about the love she poured into it really melted his heart. But he had, in a simplistic way, fucked up. And that fucked him up, after he thanked the guys for his birthday celebrations with a forced smile, he left with a painful ache in his chest. He couldn't bring himself to deal with Oya, it was partially the problem. Y/n was more important, and he hated how long it took him to mature to realise that.

The baseball hitting cages. What a miserable place to be now. As he sat with his back against the chains, facing out into the field, it was then he realised how dingy and dirty they actually were. Why he ever found peace in that place was incomprehensible now. His mind was fuzzy, losing his understanding in why y/n wanted to hang out with him there. But it was bittersweet. Watching the ghost of her body holding a bat, his ghost behind her, enveloping her in his arms to get the position and footing correct, peppering a cheeky kiss to her neck. God he could practically hear her giggles ringing in his ears again. Those shimmery days were over. All that was left was the ghost of her, lingering in that rusty cage under the grey clouds while his head smacked against the metal chains in frustration. He was such an idiot. He wasn't used to wearing his bomber jacket, the blue one with the gold sleeves? Yeah, that one. She usually wore it instead, it was like a piece of him was always with her in comfort. All he felt was discomfort, her scent still grappling onto it for the last time.

His chest heaved a shaky sigh. Practically pulling himself up to his weak feet, he grabbed and bat and positioned himself, preparing to hit a ball. Tossing a ball, he hit it perfectly with a heavy 'clack!', losing sight of it as it disappeared over the field. Moments like these were nasty for his head: 'if you went to a normal school, you'd be a good baseball player! And I could watch your games!'. She was right, and he would've loved every minute of it. Hearing her cheer his name above the crowd, giving him victory kisses, scolding him for not trying his best. But he was a delinquent mess and he was just spiralling. Preparing for another hit, he drew his arm up into position and tossed the ball. But it never made the hit. Yoshiki's arms dropped, the bat slipping out his palm and his knees buckling until he was back on his arse, hanging his head. Heart pounding in his chest, eyes stinging and throat swelling - he felt like he was drowning. Y/n was the most valuable thing in his life but he put Oya first, assisting those matters above the person who kept his head above water.

"Fuck!" He sobbed, slamming his fist into the AstroTurf, "God-fucking-damnit, Yoshiki! You arsehole!" Hot tears flooded his vision, he hadn't sobbed this hard since he was a child. His stomach dropped, sitting back into the chains, burying his face into his rough hands. If love could make you feel this pathetic then he didn't like it, but he felt pathetic because of y/n, and he was okay with that because the overriding capacity of love and adoration he felt for her was too much to even hate. She was everything to him and he lost her.

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Six o'clock in the evening rolled over, and Murayama had cried himself dry. He hadn't moved from his previous position, but nor could he even feel his limbs anymore. His dark eyes just aimlessly stared into the sunset, fingers fiddling with the matching necklace they had bought a while back. The school was silent now, mostly, he could still hear full timers scurrying around like bugs. He closed his eyes and inhaled.

"Were you crying?" Her voice was small and shaky. Murayama opened his eyes slowly, they stung from the tears but seeing her face again made it bearable. Stumbling to his feet, using the cage to steady himself, he wiped his red eyes.

"You actually came?" He mumbled, almost choking back more tears. Y/n nodded, kicking a loose pebble across the floor. Her heart shattered upon seeing his state, the most distraught and weakest she'd even seen him. How long was he sat there? Scratch that, how long was he crying for, he looked sunken!

Carefully stepping towards his figure, she wrapped her arms around his dejected form only to feel his muscular arms wind themselves around her shoulders firmly. A smile couldn't help but tug at her lips, hearing his sobs muffled in her neck, tears pricking at her own tearducts. "Just like I promised, Shiki."

"I'm so sorry, I was so fucking stupid. You're everything to me and I threw that away for some fucking fight. I'm so sorry, I really love you, y/n." Yoshiki's voice wavered a bit before breaking entirely, only sobbing harder and pulling her closer, his hands dropping to her waist.

Pulling away gently, y/n placed her small hands on his cheeks, wiping his tears away with her thumbs. Pleasant tingles shot through his body at the long-awaited contact, he missed her soft skin on his. She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated, "I thought letting you go was the hardest thing I had to do," His breathed hitched, fingers scrunching the fabric of her hoodie, tears welling in preparation for the worst possible outcome, "But actually, the hardest part was being away from you, knowing that I still love you."

"Will...Will you be my girlfriend again, y/n?" He sniffed, melting into her hand on his cheek. Y/n nodded, placing a long kiss on his lips. All the energy and electricity he once had sparked up again in his body like a circuit, feeling his personality surge through his veins again and life rise back into him aa if the sunshine was breaking through the gloom. He wasn't drowning anymore, his breathing calmed as if his head had broken the surface of the ocean he'd been dumped in.

"Now come on, let's go home. We have a baseball game to watch tomorrow, and I got us matching jerseys." Smiling again, Murayama pulled y/n into a chaste kiss before motioning to carry her on his back, like old times, down the street under the orange hues of the sky.

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[Masterlist]

[Request]

Murayama Whores🫂:

@airbendertendou @straysugzhpe @grindouse (hello! I make Murayama content!)

Lemme know if you wanna get tagged in Murayama content!

[miniimapp]

A-Z Fluff (Aaron T Edition)

Gen ;; Fluff - Alphabet Headcanons

Warnings ;; no

Proofread + Edited ;; also no

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 20 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !! ONE MORE SLEEP !!

Due to the missed days I will be posting a bunch tomorrow,, consider that my gift to you all lmao

Enjoy !! <3

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A = Activities (What kind of things do you do?)

Your first together can range from T wanting to climb a mountain and settling for a hike to staying in and playing video games. It'll have to be something engaging though or T may just zone out real hard lmao

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

T loves the idea of a big family,, like an impossibly large family and he definitely wants to try adoption or fostering of some kind

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Like a koala to a tree,, somehow all limbs become involved and he will cling to you and not let go until he feels like it

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Most likely chaotic,, you know if its running smoothly there was interference from the boy's or you planned the date lmao

The chaos is charming though..

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are his soul mate,, you perfectly complement him

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

There isn't a time T can pinpoint where he realised he was in love with you,, he just knew.. T likes to say he didn't fall in love but instead took your hand and you walked into love together

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Ish.. there's energy in everything T does,, even his calm is like an energetic calm if that makes sense and so is his gentle.. energetically gentle or smthn idk

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

T likes to squeeze you hand and rub his thumb over the back of it. He'll squeeze it every now and then almost as if to reassure himself you didn't disappear

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

Massive freak out,, lots of flapping,, tons of frantic, nervous energy.. he will require another member, prolly Jesse, to help him out

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Eh,, not really.. T gets huffy if he feels like you're not giving him enough attention and may start acting p obnoxious in an attempt to get it but he's never really jealous of the people or your relation to them

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

With his whole being :DD

Your first kiss was definitely initiated by you,, like he was trying but accidentally got himself caught up in a ramble so you took the reigns and made your move

L = Love (Who says I love you first?)

You again,, similar situation actually.. he's rambling on, trying his best to just spite out the words but somehow gets himself into a speech about your eyes and you just blurt it for him

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

His favourite memory is playing uno with you and the boys.. you had no idea what you were getting yourself into and T had so much fun causing chaos

Yall went round the group TWICE with plus 2's before they all ended up on poor Z,, my guy drew 24 fucking cards in one go..

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Tbh T isn't really a material girlie,, his mind is more on spending time than giving gifts gifts he might not really think to get you anything unless you directly ask for it

Exceptions are made for your birthday and Christmas, maybe valentines day and any other gift giving holiday you tell him that you celebrate (again you have to let the guy know lmao) and he will be begging Jesse for help even though he knows you better

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Not really applicable tbh,, no colour really make shim think of you.. at best maybe red but only because of roses and valentines and all that lmao

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

T despises non-ironic pet names they make him feel icky,, catch him calling you the most out of pocket shit for jokes and only jokes

"How are you today, my little napkin corner?"

Q = Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

"How are you?"

"Is ____ technically a sandwich?"

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Play video games or watch a movie with you and maybe the boys if they're around,, he loves big groups

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

For someone,, else he'll crack jokes to try and ease the tensions and take their mind of whatever they're experiencing..

For himself,, T wants to be alone in a quite place to sort out his thoughts and feelings so he doesn't lash out at anyone or anything (he never would but he's scared one day he might)

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything and everything,, the sky is literally the limit and he will start a debate about what counts as the sky and where it ends if you ever say that phrase

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Hear me out,, putting popping candy in his mouth, closing his eyes and just experiencing it.. he lives the tingly feeling and it somehow helps him relax

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

For some reason I get the feeling I've done this before.. oh wait..

Find the fully-written T proposal here

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Grace Kelly - MIKA,, no explanation necessary

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

T does fine,, he saves all his clingy energy for facetime calls with his partner.. man he loves those lmao

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A reptile of some sort,, maybe a gecko or a lizard

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

[kuaille]

that's the continuation of this post

idk exactly how many parts it will be, i have all the script defined until the end of moa. i think writing here maybe help me to actually write the fanfic too

after everything, will decides to keep the secret and he notices that drew also didn't said anything (despite how upset will knew she was)

in december (before jason, piper and leo arrive at chb), will gets permission to spend a week with his mom at his grandparents' house (and here's what i thought for will's family dynamics)

before dinner, will and his grandma go to the market to buy some ingredients

will separates from her for two minutes, comes back and sees his grandma catching a child's attention, saying that "he's not dressed up enough" and "he's too thin"

would have been fun if it was anyone other than nico di angelo

nico tries to argue, but he obviously doesn't stand a chance against a worried indian grandmother

only the situation gets more serious when will's grandma says she's taking nico to spend the night with them, and doesn't accept opposition

"ammamma, you can't force someone to go somewhere, that's kidnap-" will gets The Look from her and gives up "so nico is coming with us"

when will blurts out nico's name, he realizes he won't be able to hide the truth from his grandma, so he said that nico's another demigod, which makes the lady even more impassive to leave nico alone (again, read this)

in the end, will's grandma wraps nico's entire neck and head with a scarf and drags him with them

when they arrive at his grandparents' place and his grandma explains the situation to his grandpa and naomi, she asks will to guide nico to the bathroom and borrow clean clothes while she finishes the food

when they're alone, nico stares at him silently and will feels like he's being watched by a macabre demon child from a horror movie (inspired by this)

nico finally opens his mouth and asks how much will and drew told chb about bob and hazel, looking like he's about to have a breakdown

will just says he didn't say anything and notices how nico gets visibly more relaxed

will leaves him in the bathroom and it doesn't take long for dinner to be ready and everyone to gather at the table

when nico comes back, he's wearing one of will's sweatpants, a loose, faded master yoda shirt, and his hair smells like will's favorite linseed shampoo

will definitely doesn't think about how the sight of nico with his family makes him feel warm with joy in his chest, and how different nico was from when he showed up riding a hellhound in manhattan and was so cool to challenge chronos in his face— will don't think about none of that

dinner follows as usual: naomi talking about her tours, his grandpa talking about some neighborhood football or basketball game, and will making brief comments

(he preferred not to talk about the demigod world during such peaceful moments)

will saw nico choke on his food and thought maybe the underworld didn't have great varieties of hot peppers, so he passed a big glass of water to the poor white boy

nico seemed determined not to participate in the conversation; will's grandma, on the other hand, had the opposite goal, and asked him a lot of simple and not very intimate questions most of the time

nico, however, only really started talking when will's grandma commented something about her history classes

it was the most will ever see of nico's excitement, the way he straightened his spine and didn't look away as he discussed whatever historical fact of the time was that will didn't pay enough attention to know

by the end of dinner, will had learned three things about nico: he loved history, he was terrible at putting up with spicy food, and he gestured a lot when he was excited

that night, will slept on the couch (not that he cared; it was closer to the kitchen) and nico took his room

will spent soms good thirty minutes trying to assimilate the strangeness of everything that happened that day, but when his eyes were closing, he could only think about how it was the first time a cute boy that his grandma loved slept in his bed while wearing his clothes

part 1 | part 2 | will's backstory

[thesmokingguns]

Tous Les Jours

word count: 1472

Requested: “Hii💖 can i request a fic where their s/o is in a band like baby metal and at first their like “how cute girls dancing to metal” but then they see how heavy it is and how much control they have over the crowd” I don’t know who requested this but I hope you like this. It was super fun to write!

“Salut, Salut, Salut! We are Les Petites Souris from Paris, France! Comment ça va, Los Angeles?” The crowd roared to life at the opening act. Dressed in feathers, bedazzled corsets, and fishnets it looked like Vegas showgirls and very out of place for the opening act to a rock and roll show. “This is our song Tous Les Jours!” Nikki looked up, confused from the bar where he was currently being bumped into by people trying to rush closer to the stage. Tommy and Vince both looked absolutely out of their minds excited besides him.

He had been promised to see the hottest band in LA at the moment and a huge competitor but what looked like three hot French Burlesque dancers were on stage. WHen the music started his eyes furrowed together. Heavy bass lines and drum beats mixed with great guitar riffs, and then they were singing. The lead singer was pretty blonde with long legs that she was using to do the Can-Can with her backup singers. BUt her voice was angelic. Nikki watched the three girls in their synchronized dance moves. The high energy of the girls were like a mix of pop stars on MTV and strippers. The way that they danced to their music, that was way heavier than he could imagine for them. He stood in almost shock as they performed, well TBone pretty much went nuts beside him.

They sang a few songs before the crowd started to get wild and try to surge forward. It was like a fight club as people pawed at the stage. Nikki felt like he was watching Beatles Mania happen. The lead singer finished her song, giving the crowd a look over that made them fall silent. Tommy elbowed him, in awe of the stage presence from the petite singer.

“Que faites-vous, mes amis?” she tsked at them and Nikki felt his eyes glued to her as she walked a few steps towards the crowd. The way her hand went to her hip and she looked out at them like she was scolding children, “This show is for everyone but we will not sing if you keep acting like this, d’accord?” though they didn’t know what she was saying they all agreed with her anyway. The way she smiled at the audience had them all cheering as she walked over and started dancing again.

Nikki loved watching the way the three girls bounced around the stage like they were just having a lot of fun. It didn't feel like they were acting but it also felt like a full performance. It was a gimmick but they could actually perform and all of them had great voices that sounded right over the heavy music. By the time that the show was ending he understood why the guys had wanted to come to see the band so badly. He was surprised at the end of the show when he was thinking about how he didn’t want it to end. He enjoyed watching the girls dance to the heavy music, their bright smiles, costumes bouncing at their silly moves, and the way they drew the crowd into them.

At the last song it got so loud he could see his whisky shake in the glass. The crowd was absolutely losing their minds for them. The girls all clasped hands bowing to them and giving them all waves as flowers, bras, and even what looked like a pair of boxers all made it up onto stage. The singer once more stepped forward waving at the crowd and trying to get them to quiet down so she could talk.

“Merci, mes amies. Once again we are Les Petites Souris. We are selling some merchandise in the back of the club. Hannah, wave your hands so they can see you, mon amour.” Nikki turned to see the girl waving her hand. “We also will be playing at The Roxy tomorrow night. You can find me at the bar before the set and buy me a few drinks, oui?” she smiled as there were catcalls and whistles from the crowd, “Merci, mes amies. Until tomorrow, bonne soiree.`` She departed the stage and it took a few minutes for people to realize they were done and not coming out for an encore.

It was crazy how the crowd was already leaving when they hadn't even been the main band for the night. Vince and Tommy were already finishing their drinks which the bassist knew meant they were going to try to head backstage to meet the new chick band on the club scene.

When they made it backstage they had no problem finding the dressing room since they had all played here before. T-Bone wanted to just walk in but they managed to restrain him as Nikki knocked. The door opened and there was the blonde, looking him up and down.

“Do I know you?” She asked and he smirked that her accent had been real and not just part of the show. Her eyes rolled away from him to the two men that were with them. He could hear someone say something to her in French and she responded lazily with a Hand wave.

“I’m Nikki Sixx, this is Vince and Tommy. We saw you play tonight and just wanted to invite you out.” Her eyebrow rose and she turned to look in the room of girls relaying the messages. Two heads poked it looking at the men and they were all chattering over each other in what seemed like a game of pick your date. Nikki felt the heavy blue eyes on him of the blonde.

“So you come to our dressing room after our show without flowers, without champagne, without anything about our show and you and tes sales amis want to take us out tonight? Tut-Tut, Monsieur Sixx.” She walked away from the door replaced with another blonde who was making eyes at Tommy.

“Do not pay Charlotte any mind. Come back in an hour, yes? We will be ready then.” She shut the door leaving the boys all standing around. Nikki told the boys he’d be back in a little bit leaving the club, feeling like he had a challenge ahead of him.

The hour passed and when then girls came out they were changed from their stage costumes to more casual jeans and leather jackets. Nikki handed Charlotte a bouquet of roses watching the way her eyes danced in amusement.

“Great show.” He said, a smile blooming over his face. He watched the way she cracked the flowers bringing them close and inhaling the sweet scent.

“Merci, Monsieur Sixx.” Her hand went to her forearm lacing their arms together as they headed out and into the waiting limo that the band had.

That night turned into six months later and the pair had been pretty much inseparable. Nikki would take out the French singer as often as possible. She basically lived at his house, throwing parties and laughing loudly with all his friends. The way she managed to get everyone to befriend her with almost the trance-like control she held on stage never stopped impressing him.

The cult-like following of the band had them headline large arenas  where seats were packed to watch the cute girls dance to the metal songs. Everyone seemed to forget they could perform with a full range or dance moves and musical talent until they were seeing it live. The way the girls were in cotton candy pastel burlesque outfits contrasted to the heavy metal playing in the background.

Nikki had seen them dozens of times, loving to support his girl, and still he would be sucked into their performance. The cute dance moves, the heavy music, and the sexy outfits all seem to add to the band. He loved watching them can-can to the heavy baselines and the elegance they brought to the music. Just like he was hooked on seeing them he was hooked on their lead singer.

Nikki had known after the first night when she pulled cognac from her purse to splash liberally in their coffee after dinner that she was the girl for him. She made them all feel like they were in the presence of something great and lifted them all up to feel great as well. He loved that when he was having jamming sessions to figure out new songs she’d pick up her guitar helping him come up with the melodies to his music. Or how she’d sing his lyrics and he could finish a song after she had hummed out a few lines. The chemistry they had was something he had dreamed of.

He knew he loved her and he planned to keep her around so that he could continue to love her. Tous les jours.

[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

Secret Santa

Summary: The BAU holds its first Secret Santa, and as fate has it, you pick your Spencer Reid. But you aren’t the only one with feelings. Gifts tell all.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Word Count: 1550+

A/n: We were going to do Secret Santa at work but shit hit the fan, and half of the people don’t want to give to the other half. So, I’ll substitute it with fiction. Please enjoy 🎅

Considering the amount of time the group spent working, finding everyone on the team that one perfect gift would be time-consuming. So, you suggested Secret Santa. 

Penelope loved the idea. She went around to gather everyone available and dragged them to the bullpen. Rossi, of the first to hear, offered his house to host the event on Christmas Eve. 

Gaining momentum, you pulled a piece of paper from your desk drawer and went to work. Most of the team gathered around to watch as your fingers folded the page into small rectangles and then tore at the edges. For each sliver of paper, you wrote a name for each member of the team. And then concealed the information by folding each piece. Morgan came back with a hat from lost and found. 

"Who wants to draw first?"

Morgan stepped up. He rubbed his hands together wickedly and drew from the hat, picking out a scrap. He revealed it to himself, keeping an even face. 

Penelope couldn't contain her excitement and pranced to you. Unlike the others, she didn't contain her thrill of the pick. You would guess Morgan, but there wouldn't be one person she wouldn't be happy to buy presents for. 

Prentiss stuck her hand in. She was smart enough to step back and wait to unfold hers when no one was watching. In a room full of profiles, one could never be too careful. 

Rossi didn't seem too thrilled with his pick but went back to stand beside Prentiss, trying to look over her shoulder at hers. 

JJ pretended to be selective, choosing one playfully to grab another one instead. She followed Emily's lead. Waiting until later to look. 

Reid was the last in the bullpen and stood off to the side, watching everyone else as they took their turns. 

"Reid?"

He bit his lip as he approached to pick between the last three. Once he pulled one, he unfolded it without concealing the corners of his lips. 

"Who'd you get, pretty boy?"

Spencer panicked, hiding the name in his fist so Morgan couldn’t peek. "That's not a part of the game."

"We have a case," Hotch called out from his office door. 

Morgan patted Reid on the back. There would definitely be more teasing later. 

The group filed into the meeting room one by one. Last, you extended the hat towards Hotch. Raising a brow, he diligently selected a scrap. He unfolded it and gave you a look. "Secret Santa?"

Nothing could fool him. When you smiled at Hotch sheepishly, he returned the smile, tucking the paper into his coat pocket and resumed his solemn expression. And you wondered if he'd picked you. 

You retrieved the last paper, putting it in your pocket for later. 

The flight back home was when you remembered the piece of paper. Luckily the case hadn't been long, or else you'd risk running it through the wash.  

As the others slept and rested, you chose the privacy of an empty row to unfold the paper.

Reid.

Of course. 

"Get somebody good?" Reid sat down across from you. And you entertained the thought that with his high IQ came with mind-reading capabilities. 

"Is there anyone bad?"

"I guess not."

You rested your cheek on your fist, staring at the scrap in concentration. "I don't know what to get them."

"You're lucky you looked at yours now. I've been worried about that the entire case. Slowed my reading speed down to ten-thousand words per minute."

You chuckle but offer your sincerest advice. "Whoever it is will love what you get them because it's from you."

"Thought that counts, right?"

You played with the paper between your fingers, and an idea popped up into your mind. "Right."

On Christmas Eve, everyone arrived at Rossi's home around seven. Rossi had spent the afternoon cooking an Italian dinner, and nothing had ever smelled more welcoming. 

Each team member discreetly left gifts on a table along the wall of the large window looking out onto Rossi's backyard, lit with twinkling Christmas lights. Presents varied in size, some wrapped, some bagged. Each gift with a tag addressed to who without the giver's name. It was more fun for profilers to guess. Though by the time everyone sat down, there were two fewer gifts than people present. 

"I'll go first," Rossi offered. Instead of going to the table to find his gift, he left the room, only to return with two handfuls of gift bags. "Merry Christmas." Rossi went around the table, handing a bag to each team member. When he gave you a bag, he beat answered your impending question. "What? I got myself." Returning to his seat as he continued. "So, I decided to get the same wine for everyone, since everyone depletes me at these gatherings."

"You should've picked from the hat again!" 

"You didn't say I could pick again." He sassed back. "Why doesn't someone else go? Reid?" 

Reid pushes his chair back but halts as you place a pack of cards on the table. You hold up the box, showing everyone. "Normal pack, right?" Everyone watched with a curious look. You hold it out towards Reid with your left hand. But with your right, you wave it over the box, and it disappears. 

"You've picked up magic?!" Spencer radiated as you make the deck reappear, this time without the box. Everyone claps, and you bow in your seat. 

"I thought I may try and attempt to impress the great Spencer Reid. And I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve for later." You send him a wink. "Who's next?"

"Go, kid." Rossi encouraged you. You walk over to the presents. Penelope, Emily, and then you spot your name written on a medium-sized gift bag. It's not too light nor too heavy as you bring it back over to the table, taking a seat as you pull out the red and green tissue concealing it. 

It's a handbag. A cinched sack with a dusty rose print with a white stripe along the top. And a pristine designer name on the front. 

You'd seen this bag… somewhere. But the memory was fuzzy. 

"Wooooah." JJ is the first to see the label. "That's nice." 

Penelope leans over JJ and snatches your bag from your hands. "You would call a Guess bag nice. This is a beautiful, crafted stretch of the fabric!" Morgan and Emily are stretching their necks. While Hotch and Rossi's brows furrow at the hysteria.

You're scanning everyone's faces until you look across from your seat and see Reid, the only one unalarmed. 

"I don't get why people are willing to spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars on a single fashion accessory." Rodeo Drive. A case. You're walking down the street, passing by the rich, feeling like a have-not. 

"It says that the owner of said handbag is worth something," You say to Reid, stopping in front of a designer's display window. Mannequins are dressed in obnoxious attire, but you're staring at a dusty rose bag displayed on a pedestal. "If someone buys it for you, they're telling you that you're worth wasting a lot of money on. If you buy it for yourself… then you're telling yourself that you're worth that." You'd seen many designer handbags you wouldn't be caught dead wearing, let alone paying the price of a down payment. But this one is modern and… your style. You can't help but gravitate towards it.

"You like that bag." He isn't asking. It's a fact. 

"I don't like myself that much." You force yourself to keep walking, but Spencer lingers, looking at the handbag another moment. 

You push back your chair, excusing yourself from the party. You miss the way the team looked between themselves, eyes one by one landing on Reid, who was quick to follow you into the hallway. Reid’s footsteps are too familiar not to recognize. When you turned on your heels, you nearly crash into him. 

He was worried you would be mad, but your demeanor spoke the opposite. You would hardly meet his eye, lips pressed together in a straight line. 

"I gave you a magic show, and you got me a purse!"

"I liked your show!" Spencer affirmed. "I loved it, actually."

"Why did you get me that bag?"

"Because you're worth that much to me." Now his eyes diverted your gaze, and the meaning behind his words clicked. "If anyone else had gotten me for Secret Santa, they would've bought me a book. But you gave me something that will last me a lot longer than five minutes. Something no one else would get me."

"The opportunity to ridicule me until the end of time?"

"A new shared interest!" He corrected. "And… maybe we could see The Magic Duel downtown sometime. I hear they're good. A little too into the banter-"

"Like as a date?"

"Yeah," he breathes out with a smile. He'd been holding that thought too long, you notice. 

"Sounds like a plan." You grin back at him.

"But you're paying. That purse really wiped me out."

Your laughter breaks up the tension, and Spencer takes your hand, leading you back to the group. 

If buying an expensive purse hadn't shown you his true feelings, his willingness to touch another human's hand did. 

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

"I may not be smart enough to do everything. But I'm dumb enough to try anything." (Beast Boy, Teen Titans)

"The first goofball that stole my heart just so happened to be one that has the power to change into any animal at will." (Me.)

Holy moly, was this edit the biggest pain in my ass to make. This one has been planned since I was making the one's for comfort character month in late June. The only problem was I kept getting Teen Titans Go bullshit so I had to put it on hold until I found enough images to make my edit done right.

Growing up in California my "neighbor" (I call him my neighbor but he lived a few streets down from my apartment building) his mom immigrated from Japan. He was hella into anime, video games, and everything else that came with it. He was the first person that showed me the original Teen Titans. At first I was relatively ambivalent about the show since nothing really drew me to it. Until I saw this little green dude turn into a dinosaur right before my eyes. I thought that was the coolest thing that I had ever seen at five years old. Then he made me laugh and it was the first time that my favorite character was considered the cute goofball "baby" of the team.

From the moment that I first saw Beast Boy I knew that he was something special. I had never seen anything like him in a cartoon before. It was the first time that I had laughed at anything that I actually remember being introduced to. This was before Kim Possible, and even though I was a fan of Spongebob before this I don't remember being introduced to him he was just always there. If it wasn't for my "neighbor" I probably wouldn't have found this show until I got older.

Beast Boy is just a goofball. That's his role in the group, he's the youngest and the "party animal" but to me he's always been deeper than that. My favorite episode "The Beast Within". This episode to me was when he went from being just sort of the kid brother to actually being a valid member of the team. It's such a beautiful and tragic episode where I already had a major emotional attachment to his character. When I get emotionally invested in something I go all out. This show was instantly something that was different. I had never seen anything quite like it before then. It took it's characters and developed them to their fullest potential. It treated children like adults and was basically Avatar pre Avatar. Both shows had similar types of comedy and similar dramatic storylines for it's characters. But as a kid I was definitely a Titan fan if I had to pick one over the other. Part of that was because of Beast Boy.

Throughout most of my childhood BB was always there for me. My Teen Titans OC Keiko was the first OC that I ever made when I was nine. It was a show where every character was perfectly developed to their highest potential. Most of my classmates that were into the show made fun of me because of my love of Beast Boy. He was just labeled as "idiot" and since I was very open about my love of the character they just automatically assumed that I was an idiot. Even though I was insulted consistently it never made my love for him falter really. I continued to love him all throughout elementary school making a personality for Keiko and figuring out what her role on the team would be, what her powers would be, her relationships and so forth.

I didn't watch Teen Titans for about eight years. When I finished my first quarter of community college I decided that I wanted to buy and rewatch the show. The series itself supported me when I had my mouth surgery done for the first time. My mouth surgery was a lot of pain and struggle for me to go through. Wisdom teeth is a pita let me tell you something about that. Laughter was something critical that got me through this situation. Rewatching this show and seeing Beast Boy as a young adult I found myself loving his personality even more. He's the light in the show that is nothing but darkness just about. Most of the humor comes from him but I couldn't help but love the character continued to grow all throughout my childhood. Rewatching the show I realized that these characters were so much deeper than I had originally thought at the age of five.

I was never a huge fan of Terra, in fact as a kid I hated her. She hurt BB and even though she redeemed herself I was still a lover of BBRae. Growing up I continued to love the sunshine one x grumpy one and it changed my life.

Throughout much of my childhood I grew up hearing Greg Cipes's Beast Boy voice coming through my television. Whether it be with TT or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when I got a bit older his voice is iconic. This is why I hate Teen Titans Go most of all. It's a waste of these actor's talent and it's a waste for these characters. To take a show that was so serious and make it all goofy all the time with bright colors and nausea inducing imagery, it felt like my childhood had slapped me in the face. I love these voice actors so much they were the voices of my childhood, especially Greg. It's been my dream to one day work with him on my own cartoon project because when I was designing Harold my hippy dragon that was the voice that came to my mind. Nobody sounds more like a beach bum than the literal voice actor beach bum on Venice Beach.

My childhood was spent watching my very first cartoon crush goofing around but also watching his character gradually develop over time. This show taught me valuable lessons about found family and learning to find your true place in the world. Even though a lot of these characters have to face constant tragedy I could always count on Beast Boy to be the light and the jokester. When he has an intense episode it's a drastic character change from his usual self. I loved those episodes with him because he always got character development. As a whole, other than Sokka to me Beast Boy was the goofball that I grew up with the most. He's my favorite character from a kids television show still to this very day. I think that he has the strongest power, the most versatile personality, and the best character arc on the show.

[bb-tings]

unspoken magic - drew starkey

magic - gabrielle aplin 

(10/10 reccomend ALL HER MUSIC)

so i found this song on spotify while i was looking for a song to write a cute fluffy drew fic to and it gave me such drew vibes bc homeboy doesn’t know how to use any form of social media lol...also the rant is literally me. like my thoughts and actions and beliefs. some of yall 13 year olds really don’t know the meaning of BOUNDARIES.

...anyways enjoy,

-BRI

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Remember when we snuck out of your birthday, didn't even say goodbye, 'Cause even there in a room full of faces, all I saw was you and I

     Everyone was having a blast dancing around, drinking, laughing. It was Drew’s birthday after all. The cast had decided to rent out a club and invite family and friends, including everyone who worked on set, the workers have become more like family than colleagues. There was so much chaos going on and while Y/n was so proud of the cast and herself for pulling the event off for her boyfriend, she couldn’t help but feel a little antisocial. She was a social butterfly, but everyone knew that after days of being the life of the party and extroverted, she needed time alone and started to shut down, wanting to be alone. Y/n was so excited for the party but when it came time for her to get dressed up and drunk with her friends, she found herself sitting alone on a couch booth while sipping wine, not really seeing the fun in getting wasted and stupid drunk. 

     Y/n watched as Drew and Rudy drunkenly danced back to back, screaming out the words to OMG by Usher, she laughed as he made eye contact with the young girl and pointed to her, wiggling his finger for her to join him. She held her glass up and tried giving him a believable smile, but the older boy knew better, so he made his way over to her.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Drew slid his way next to his girlfriend and used the towel on the table to wipe the sweat off of his face. “Did somebody upset you?”

“Nothing bubba, I’m fine.”

      Y/n looked up from her short-lived attempt at avoiding Drew’s eyes to him already looking at her. She watched as his hand moved toward her hair as he pushed a fallen piece behind her ear. He looked around her face and finally met her eyes, not believing her. “I’m fine, Drew. I promise.”

     Drew sat back away from her as he let out a loud sigh. “Why do you do that? Why do you lie to my face and tell me that you’re ok like I’m going to buy it? Why can’t you just tell me the truth?”

     “Drew, I really don’t wanna do this right now,” the young girl pleaded. “It’s your birthday, can’t we just have a good time and not worry about me right now?” To that Drew looked at his other half like she had grown another half. 

     “Ok, first of all, this,” He moved his finger quickly in the small space between them. “This Is not a fight. This is me being upset because my girlfriend won’t let me worry about her. I guess she doesn’t know how relationships work.” Drew teased the girl with a small smile on his face. “And second, we both know that I can’t have a good time if you’re sitting over here all sad and mopey.”

It's all the words you never say, the way I catch you watchin' me, I know that you love me, i know you can feel the magic, we don't need to talk about

     After a little back and forth, the young boy had finally gotten the girl to spill the truth about needing some alone time and was now trying to sneak them out of his own birthday party. As the pair rode home, Y/n couldn’t help but look at Drew as he stared ahead. She watched as his changing blue eyes flickered between the path in front of him and the many cars behind him, also driving in the early hours of the morning. 

     Though there were many signs, lights, and flashes that caught her mind’s attention, basically begging her eyes to look, she couldn’t help but only see Drew. This was her favorite kind of Drew. When he is totally unbothered. He was doing something so simple, something that he had been doing since he turned 15, now 27 it only seems right that he should be used to it. However, Y/n couldn’t help to notice how he put all his effort into it, eyes never once leaving the road, she liked to believe that it was his way of self consciously protecting her. And even though she thought she was going unnoticed, the young girl wasn’t the only one admiring from not so far. Drew was watching her too but through his peripheral. He loved that she was enchanted by everything he did. He liked knowing that he wasn’t the only one completely and hopelessly in love. 

No, we don't feel the need for colorful displays, 'cause it's not the kind of game we play, and why should we show the world how we feel, when it's not about them anyway

     Everyone was over at Madelyn’s apartment chilling and hanging out with one another. The blonde was stationed on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table, with a live Instagram leaning on a few books. Y/n was sitting directly behind the girl, turned to the side with her legs pulled up to her chest. She had let Maddie use her phone, the 22-year-old being too lazy to walk to her room and get hers, so now she was just watching as Madelyn socialized with the fans. 

“Ow, shit.” 

     Y/n turned her head to see Drew sitting on the edge of the couch next to her holding his foot with a worried stare. The younger girl let out a small snort. “Did you hit your toe bub?” 

     Drew let out a whiny noise and Maddie proceeded to also let out a laugh, then reusing one of her famous lines, “Never heard anyone whine like that before.” Y/n gently pushed the girl’s shoulder, teasingly telling her to leave the big baby alone. She then returned her vision to the raging comment section. Her once big smile quickly fading to a frown.

I think its a PR stunt bc they don’t even act like a couple

Drew deserves someone who actually loves him...LIKE ME!

gUys she called him bUb! THATS SO CUTE (emoji)

Nah thats def apr stunt, more obvious than shawn and camila

I don’t eleven think i’ve seen them hold hands

     Madelyn and Y/n simultaneously rolled their eyes, the blonde looking up at her best friend gave her a look that spoke “you gonna tell em or me.”

     Y/n slid down from the couch and joined her friend on the floor, getting right in front of the camera. She looked up at her loving boyfriend who was on his phone also looking at the comments on the live. He glanced down towards Y/n and gave her a small smile, telling her to go for it. It wasn’t the first time they had seen comments like this and he knew it wouldn’t be the last but he also knew that she had been dying to rant about it. 

     “Alright, I’m gonna go ahead and say this one thing, and then I’m probably going to take some time off this app.” The young actress slowly took a deep breath and then began her rant. “ Alright, first of all, my relationship with ANYONE, is between me and that person. Just because I have friends, boyfriends or family, does not mean that I have to post them on this account. I understand that it’s hard to believe that 2 people can be happy and healthy unless they showcase it to the rest of the world, but it is in fact very possible. So for everyone who is questioning, my relationship,” the girl then grabbed Drew’s hand, pulling him down to her side of the couch until he was laying on his side behind her head. “This is Drew. My boyfriend. It’s not a publicity stunt, it’s not to get the show more popular, it’s real. Outer Banks is already the number one show on Netflix, so I don’t really think there would be a point to put 2 people in a fake relationship. And another thing, I don’t even have a fucking publicist, so I don’t really know where that came from.” 

     The young girl turned her head to meet Drew’s blue eyes, he looked at her with such satisfaction and amazement. He was proud of his younger girlfriend. For years Drew thought that he would never find someone who was anti-social media like him. He thought that he was just going to have to bare his relationships getting exploited all over the world. Drew was happy that he never had to worry about that with Y/n. 

     “I completely understand why it’s confusing and how you can question our relationship. But that doesn’t mean you can drag our relationship, and me particularly, down. You have no right to say the things you do about me, just because you think that the small, tiny, look into our lives means that I don’t love and care about Drew. Like, no offense, but that’s fucking insane. I’m tired of getting private messages about my weight, my clothes, my hair, my AGE. Don’t even get me started on the age difference. Half of the fan accounts on this app are run by 13-year-olds saying very inappropriate things about a 27-year-old grown-ass man. Like yall understand that’s illegal right. Like, get it through your head that those are fantasies and no matter HOW MANY TIMES you drag ME down, they will NEVER come true. My age isn’t anyone’s business, I’m over 18 so get over it.” Y/n then let out a loud sigh. “I need a damn drink.” 

     To this Drew laughed and kissed her on the cheek, while the other cast members started to whoop and holler while applauding the young girl’s words. They too were proud other, they knew of the struggles that she went through and they knew that most of the time she kept those feelings balled up. Madelyn then grabbed the phone and said her goodbyes to the live, then ending it. 

     The blonde then wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I’m so proud of you, babe. That was so badass.”  Madison saw the interaction from across the room and ran over to join them, adding herself to the hug. 

     “It was great, sissy. You really told them who’s boss.” That last comment made Y/n laugh out loud. She was so happy to have a supporting friend and cast group that made her feel loved. She couldn’t have asked for better friends. 

     “It was pretty hot too,” Drew smirked and pulled the young girl away from the group hug and grabbed her face, and gave her a long passionate kiss, something he rarely did in front of others. “I’m proud of you bubba.”

She couldn’t have asked for better friends. 

Or a better boyfriend. 

Don't need to see it to believe it, no need to wake me up, 'cause I'm not dreamin'

     The couple was laying in their bed just enjoying each other’s presence. Limbs all spread around but managing to stay intertwined. Sunlight was seeping into the white-painted room, brightening everything up, including the pair’s mood. Drew was leaning against the headboard very lazily, running his hands through Y/n’s hair,  who was sitting in his lap, thighs down beside his knees, with her head on his chest. Drew had woken up early and tried to get the younger girl out of bed, but she refused to do so. So he decided that he would just deal with it and let her drift back off to sleep, but with a twist.

     It humored the young actor that people thought they weren’t a cuddly and touchy couple. They were absolutely a touchy couple, they just didn’t enjoy being touchy in front of others, some people not being into that and they didn’t want to make anyone feel awkward. It was more a Drew thing. He was the one who suggested they not have a lot of PDA, and while Y/n was all for PDA, she would do anything for Drew to make him happy. At the beginning of their relationship, Y/n was insecure about Drew’s real feelings because he didn’t show much love through touch, but she eventually mentioned it to him. Ever since then he always made it a point to show more affection the second they were alone. Hints their situation now. 

     Drew watched as Y/n started to stir in her sleep. She started to whine and Drew felt her chest start to move a little faster. She was having another nightmare. 

     “Shhh, shhh. You’re ok, it’s ok,” the young man started to rub her back and hold her a little tighter. He wanted the nightmare to stop but he didn’t want to ruin her sleep. “It’s just a dream. You’re ok, bubba.” Drew closed his eyes and gave a small smile when he felt her calm down, turn her head the other direction and hold onto him a little tighter. Despite what the young girl believed, Drew loved the affection that she gave him. Being the oldest of 3 kids, the boy felt like he had to grow up fast and while he knew his parents loved them all equally, he got less of the affection. He had to grow up and become a little man, help his mom prepare dinner, he and logan had to help take care of Brooke and Mackayla. He just thought that he wasn’t a fan to touch, but when it came to Y/n’s touch he couldn’t get enough of it.  

     Drew closed his eyes and relaxed his body, trying to drift off to sleep himself.  He knew he wasn’t dreaming yet, but he never wanted to leave this dream state with her. Getting to love someone like her, was something Drew never even dreamed of but now he was thankful for that. Because no dream could have lived up to the life that he gets to live with the girl that he loves.

[mynameisminhooooo]

They get to spend all of quarantine with their s/o (Monsta X)

Request : Hi!! Could you do an exo and/or Monsta x reaction to getting to spend all of quarantine with you?

Sorry I put in bullet points bc it's felt like it made more sense? Sorry if you didn't like that. I also included what y'all would do. Bc why not¿

Shownu :

Omg this precious little bear was beyond excited to spend quarantine

Like as soon as his manager said plans were cancelled until further notice he ran out of the practice room

"Y/n I'm staying with you during quarantine..."

"Oh. Aight"

Your guy's quarantine consisted of laying in bed from the moment you woke up till 4 pm

As well as making a lot of food

And taking baths bc social distancing who?

Leads to other things 34% if the time, bc why not??

And of course singing together and him teaching you how to dance to all the songs

Cooking with this dude, where do I start

100% chance of making a mess

Would knock over bowls of side dishes while trying to grab a towel to wipe his hands

Just smiled at you when the food is all over the ground

Talking to the other members over the phone during dinner so it was like you guys were all eating together

Taking food to the other members and leaving it on the doorstep

One time they came outside before he was able to run back to the car and he was convinced he was contaminated

You had to spray him with Lysol to make him feel better

Him just being a whole lil bear the whole time

You guys would go on walks when you'd feel couped up too much

Y'all would be that extremely cute ass couple during quarantine

"I'm so glad I got to spend my quarantine with you" he'd say while kissing your forehead

"I love you y/n"

"I love me too, but your cool too"

"That's not funny" cue pout

Wonho :

Would literally be so happy to spend time with you

Hasn't seen you in like 2 weeks because of his rigorous schedule

When he finally gets to you're guy's apartment he'd just drop all his stuff and run to you, wrapping you in the biggest hug

You guys would eat until you couldn't breath

Ordering take out everyday sometimes for all 3 meals

You guys would take an online art class because why not

Video chatting his family and ofc the members to make sure everyone was well and healthy

Calling his mom 3 times a day

Would be the person who stocks up on toilet paper

Disinfecting everything every morning

Singing karaoke every day after dinner

Doing workouts in the living room because you guys gained weight and he wanted to watch his gorgeous figure

You'd help him write lyrics

You guys would try to be productive and do fun things like read at least once every other day

He'd be so happy to spend time with you like omg

Would literally cry when he looked at you sometimes bc he just loves you that much

Your guy's favorite things to do was lay in bed in each other's arms

"I wish we could stay like this forever, I love you so much y/n"

"I love you too, but can you let me go I have to pee really bad"

Your guy's quarantine would honestly be so fun

Minhyuk :

Would honestly act like he didn't want to spend time with you

"I guess I'm stuck with you"

\(-_-)/

"Your so lucky to have me, huh because I bought food"

Supports every small business and buys from all of them so they'd keep going

"I'll have 3 jars of kimchi, 2 bowls of kimchi jjigae, just give me half of everything"

"Minhyuk where are we gonna put all this the fridge is full"

Gives almost all the food to his family and the members

Buys like 2,264 board games

"Hey, you wanna play Monopoly I'll let you win"

Once again \(-_-)/

Fights about the dumbest thing

"I wanted to buy boardwalk!"

Throws your character off the board

Another person who stocks up, but he bought all the ramen

Your guy's quarantine would be so unproductive honestly

Like you guys just sit around playing board games

Listening to music all day everyday

Going for walks when the sun went down

If he sees an animal on the street he is bringing it home for "safety reasons"

"Look y/n this poor pigeon was left on the street"

Did I mention \(-_-)/

"Minhyuk... It's a pigeon"

Dancing throughout the house

He broke the TV while doing a twirl

Blames it on the pigeon, who you guys have name Piggy

Trying on each others clothes

But at the end of the day he'd be so happy he could spend his quarantine with you and Piggy

"I guess your ok to spend time with..."

Kihyun :

He would be so happy to spend time with you

Would be the most precatious person

"Put on gloves y/n"

"I'm changing the channel..."

Would 10/10 spray down everything before you guys touch it

You guys baked a lot during quarantine

Burning almost everything

Would try to make jokes the whole time

They were not good...

He would try to teach you how to hit the highest notes

Him almost breaking the window

Singing together while reading

Would call every member every day to see how they were doing

You guys would try gardening together because you guys got bored

10/10 the type of dude to telling everyone to buy from small business

If he saw anyone in the street outside the window, he'd yell at them

"Get inside!"

"Do you want to die?!"

You guys would people watch

You guys tried everything possible to pass boredom

Yoga, Singing, Staring Contests

If you got sick would literally call an ambulance

"They want to know if you have a fever, are experiencing lethargy, or have a cough?"

"Kihyun I just have a stomach ache"

Would be so relieved when he just found out it was just gas

He would not let you leave the house

"I really care about you, I cant risk you getting sick"

"You do knows there is a 3% chance of death right"

"But I wouldn't be able to see you"

Wow, whatta man

Hyungwon :

He honestly would be one of those ppl who didn't take it very very serious

"You wanna go to the park?"

"We can barely leave our house to get food?!"

"Ok, loser"

Was happy to spend time with you, but he wanted to actually do things with you like go to dinner

He just wanted to spend quality time with you

You guys would just lay in each other's arms everyday watching TV

Blinds closed letting no light in

The members would call you guys because after 3 days of nothing they were worried

"Oh we're fine, we've just been eating, sleeping and watching TV"

You guys would watch watch every variety show they have been on

You guys would try dying your hair by yourselves

"Wow y/n this blue is really nice"

"Blue it was supposed to be lilac"

How???

Shopping online for everything, food, clothes, furniture

"Y/n we need a new couch I just bought one"

\(-_-)/

You guys got erasable markers and literally drew on the wall

But they did not come off...

He would be kind of sad that he couldn't take you anywhere

But being the cutie he is he'd find ways to do cute date ideas at home

Jooheon :

"Guess what I'm coming home for quarantine!!!!"

Literally couldn't wait to hold you in his arms

Would cry when he came home, because he gets to spend time with you for who knows how long

You guys just hold each other and cry

Would follow you everywhere

If you went to get the mail he'd go with, if you needed to run to the store to get food, he's right by you

"Why is the door locked??? Y/n, you alive? Did corona get you???"

"Don't break the door down! I'm taking a bath"

"Ohhh, let me in!"

This little jerk picked the lock

You guys just sat in the tub for like 3 hours talking about what you should do during quarantine

Things you would do together during quarantine include sitting in the tub for 3 hours everyday

Calling his sister every day so he could talk to his cute niece

He would teach you all his rap parts from every song he could

You guys would send the members a goodie package every week with food and toiletries

Because he worried about them

You guys would take online dance class

Because why not???

Tango, Rumba, Foxtrot, Meringue

He would enjoy every minute with you

You're guys little vacation came to a halt when he fractured his fibula after falling down the stairs

He felt bad that you had to take care of him

But he was so grateful to have you by his side to help him

"Y/n you don't have to get up I can go to the kitchen to get a fork"

Could barely get off the couch

"Just please sit hear"

"So like you wanna bang?"

"No, I want you to get better"

After he got injured he just got so sad that he couldn't do anything with you really anymore

"I love you y/n"

"I love you too"

I.M :

He already was used to seeing you basically everyday

The only difference was you guys got to stay home

You guys didn't even have to change your schedule

He was grateful that he was able to wake up to you every morning tho

"Good morning, cutie"

"Why are you so close??"

Would be so nice the entire quarantine

Need him to wash your hair, just yell for him

Need something off the top shelf

He got it covered

There would be days where you guys just laid in bed the whole day though

You had online school throughout this time

"Y/n hang out with me!¡!¡"

"I'm doing homework for my English class"

"But I'm cuter than English class"

*insert pouty face*

Would try to get in your pants every other hour

You'd let him because ofc

"No, not now Changkyunnie..."

"Yes, now... Pleaseeeeee"

All the members would worry about you because you guys were the youngest and they thought you wouldn't take this seriously

Y'all did though, you only left the house for food

"Y/n am I cute?"

"No, now go to sleep"

"But I love you and I miss you"

"I'm right next to you and it's 3 am"

Bro. Idk why but this drained me I'm gonna write the exo one different bc I literally ran out of ideas of what to do doing quarantine.

[pbandjesse]

It's a little sad we didn't get to go couch shopping today but it was an excellent day and I got a lot accomplished for moving. I slept okay. D&D last night ended not too late. And me and James went to bed. We woke up around 8:30 and he was very tired. But I had more energy and I really wanted to get some stuff accomplished since he was going to work. He made us breakfast and I got dressed. And then once we had eaten we packed up a whole bunch of stuff in the kitchen. I worked on stuff in the bathroom and we kind of made a game plan. I would go over to the new apartment after walking him to work. I would buy some clearance markers that are my favorite kind of brush pen and go work for a few hours to get the place ready for being moved into tomorrow.

So we packed and around 10:30 ish we left. Got over to darts or and every night for the clearance section. Talked a couple of James co-workers. And I bought like 15 Mercury. They're really nice and all the colors are very pretty. Actually might go back and buy a couple more because there was some thinks that I didn't get. And they're like 75% off if not more. And I want to try to start drawing more so this was a very good like serendipitous thing to happen.

I left James there and hoped he had a good day at work. And I biked over to the new place. Still having trouble with my key in the front door. I think I've kind of figured out the way you have to put it in and turn as you pull out to get it to do it. I'm going to have to ask Vistaril. Because it makes me crazy. I'm always afraid of me to break my key in the lock.

The event was pretty dirty. I'm going to admit that. The floors were really gross and the Cowboys disgusting. I turn the air conditioning really hot. I don't know why I was so overheated but I was very uncomfortable. Once I cool down I walk around the apartment and just made notes of things that I want to address. The window in the bathroom is painted shut the bedroom doesn't have a screen in the window. The hallway window is also painted shut. And I also wasn't sure if we had a medicine cabinet. And it turns out we do but it's painted shut I was able to pry off the bottom part and I can tell it opens but the top part I just couldn't get leverage on. I'm hoping if I get like a claw hammer or something I'll be able to pull it off. We'll see. I'm has terrified and excited that something cool inside of it. Or like just a dead mouse.

I have first Dustin a whole bunch. Trying to get on top list of stuff and just make sure it wasn't filthy. I dry Swiffer and all the florist. Took like four Swiffer pads because it was really dirty. The room I'm going to be using as my studio I think with someone else's Studio before because the floor was real dirty and I think it was charcoal. And once I finish that I took a break and I sprayed the bathroom down with Clorox. That ended up not working as well as I was hoping it was and later in the day I went to Rite Aid to buy a stronger bathtub cleaner. Because my God the top was dirty. The whole bathroom was dirty but the tub specifically was filthy. Very scummy. I spent a good two hours today scrubbing the tub. But it finally feels clean and I'm hoping to keep it that way.

I went through with the four wet Swiffer pads I had. But I'm going to have to buy more. I was able to get me apartments for pretty clean though. I still think I'm going to go over it after all the stuff's in and then it'll just kind of be what it is but it did take a lot.

I also put googly eyes on the microwave and the fridge. But the one googly are on the fridge won't stay on so I'm going to have to get some tape. But it looks very funny. I hope Mr will gets a kick out of it when he comes to install the microwave.

I did a lot of cleaning though. The tub took so much time and I was very exhausted. Halfway through the day I walked over to the grocery store and the Rite Aid and checked out the hardware store. I am going to have to go to the hardware store to get bolts to fix my desk and I want to get like a latch lock for the bathroom because the door doesn't stay closed and just other weird odds and ends. Had a snack and hung out in front of the air conditioner. I drew in my notebook for a little while and I was there until about 2:30 or 3. It was a good long day over there. But I'm really excited. It's such a nice space and I can't wait to have all of our stuff in it and just be decorating into making it really really beautiful. And really really us.

Oh and I left there I was pretty tired but I decided to explore the neighborhood just a little bit. I found the coffee shop and I went to the park to see what that was like. There's a flower garden over there. I think it used to be a dog run but now it has a sign that says no dogs allowed. Makes me think of no dogs in the dog park. Made me laugh. And then I came back here to the studio.

I got back here and I heated up some of the Chipotle from yesterday and made a burrito. Went through the fridge and threw out some stuff that we didn't need and had gone bad. We have like two bottles of sriracha going right now. And like a 75000 hot sauces that I've never seen James use at all. But it's fine. We'll get everything organized. The new fridge is a lot better space-wise I think bull be able to use and get rid of a little bit more effectively.

I decided to dye my hair. I used the blue and Sapphire died that I bought at Sally Beauty the other guy. I used most of the two tubes and just absolutely tried to saturate my hair as much as I could. Rinsing it out took absolutely forever but I think I got most of it. I might have to wash my hair again tomorrow but that's okay. It'll be at the new place. The one good thing about renting my hair in the tub here at the studio was that the tub was filthy and it let me see where the soap scum was easier. So it was easy to clean off.

Once the temples clean I took a bath and then I got out and I've been hanging out with sweet pea. James should be heading home from work soon. I might ask you to stop and pick up sandwiches. I don't have a lot of things that we can use to cook anything right now. But that's fine. We'll figure it out.

Tomorrow is official Moving Day. We are going to be getting a U-Haul and moving all my stuff from the garage and as much stuff from over here as James and his friends can handle. I will be at the BMI twerking. I think that's probably for the best because I'm not that strong and I feel like I might just be in the way. So what will happen was I'll come to the new place when I'm done work and I will organize and start putting things away where they're supposed to go. And hoping that around then they will be finishing up bringing stuff in. But we'll see. I just don't want to do it all exhaust themselves and I'm hoping that because James is good at managing people it'll all go smoothly and easily.

I always use a kind of bothering me right now so I'm going to go eyedrops in and I'm just going to hang out. James is supposed to be bringing back some more boxes and I'm hoping that we can get most of if not all of the stuff that we need to tonight. So that he can just grab it tomorrow. I want him to have to come back here to pick up stuff in his parents car as little as possible because parking in front of this building is impossible. So wish us luck. Good night everyone. Have fun tomorrow.

[dontreadthistrashgarbage]

Pt. 8

Guerin had curled up on her couch with a beer, playing music and scrolling through her social media and texting HEET, assuring them that she was unhurt and cheerful. Seyoon had texted her that he was on his way and she expected him any moment. She messaged him the code to her door so she didn't need to get up to greet him. It was late and she had just started to doze when she heard the beeps of her keypad. Straightening up and blinking her eyes open she saw Seyoon come in, this time looking showered and stylish. Rubbing her eyes she smiled, the gestured for him to join her on the couch.

He was relieved to see her so relaxed and smiled broadly as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag on the floor. Making his way over he sat next to her and cuddled up as she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his.

"Hi handsome." She said, kissing the top of his head affectionately. He wiggled against her, taking one of her hands, raising it to his mouth and kissing her knuckles before peering up at her.

"Sorry you had to wait up for me." He said, seeing her doze work it's way out of her system.

"You're working hard. Besides, I understand your hours. Today was just exhausting." She patted him.

He sat up and looked at her expectantly, not saying anything. She smiled, sitting up too to ruffle his hair, "I am actually really okay mostly. When it happened..." she grimaced and he took her hand again encouraging her to continue, "It was scary, seeing Charlie get caught in the crossfire like that. I wanted to fight whoever would hurt her like that. But it was just a kid."

"I thought you were pretty cool." He smiled, leaning into her slightly.

"Fortunately that seems to be the general consensus. Han Jisoo says that most of the feedback is in my favor, and with the court case wrapping up I can be reinstated as HEET's manager soon." She grinned.

"Noona! That's great!" He pulled her up into him for a big hug making her laugh. She enjoyed them holding each other before speaking again.

"It was kind of a scary moment to realize someone had been following us and filming." She said seriously. Seyoon leaned back to look at her and she pulled away, still facing him, finger tracing abstract patterns on her own knee absentmindedly. "Jisoo reminded me I'll have to get used to it." Guerin added, one corner of her mouth turning up in a forced smile.

Seyoon hesitated, licking his lips nervously before responding, "You don't... -have- to."

Her head shot up surprised, looking at him like he was crazy, "What?"

"You know." He said quietly not wanting to say it again. She stared at him incredulously, before getting swept up in impulse. Leaning in she stopped just short of his lips, wondering for a moment if it was the right time. Wow finished the thought for her, covering the rest of the distance between them. Their kisses before this had mostly been cute and chaste, this was different. She had been moved by his gesture, reminding her in spite of his own desires that she didn't need to struggle in that particular aspect. The thought hadn't occurred to her, and her heart dismissed the option as she had looked into his eyes. Her physical reaction was purely instinctual, as was his. Her hands went to his torso as their kiss deepened, then moved to cling to his back as he pulled her closer against him, into his lap. One hand migrated to his head, fingers entangling in his hair as she pulled him gently back moving lower to kiss his neck, pushing him with her body until he lay back on her couch under her. His eyes closed and he bit his lip as her hands continued wandering down his chest, feeling his hard lines.

She forced herself to pause, sitting up and looking at the stunning man under her. He opened his eyes, lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply and grinned at her sheepish expression.

"I guess that's my way of saying I want to learn to get used to it." She laughed, running her hands through her own disheveled hair, embarrassed.

"I don't think I got the message. Let me check again." He said, sitting up abruptly and reversing their positions on the couch.

"Hmmm, speak up would you?" She said, reaching up and pulling him toward her.

The sun was setting as Guerin waited by the corner she and Seyoon had agreed to meet at. Perpetually early she was taking her time watching the clouds, the color of the sky change, and the crepuscular birds swooping through the sky catching their dinner. Her lip tint today was a dark burgundy that completed her black outfit highlighted with a trendy tan long coat.

A wild magpie swooped down and landed on a fence near her which made her grin, "Hello Kacchi. Did you get your fill?" Guerin greeted the bird and pulled out her phone to take a picture.

"Did I keep you waiting so long you needed to make friends with birds?" Seyoon asked, approaching suddenly while she was distracted.

She glanced up at him then refocused on her picture, still smiling, "I'll always talk to anything." She pocketed her phone and turned to him, "But you'll see for yourself soon enough I guess."

They hesitated, not sure how to greet in public. After a beat Seyoon gestured the direction he wanted to go and stepped next to her as they began walking. She bumped against him playfully and he smiled at her as the awkward moment passed.

"Where are we going?" She asked curiously.

"Hongdae has some history for me, and you said you liked it too. I thought we could watch some busking, do some shopping, find something to eat." He trailed off with a shrug, "There's a lot to do."

"I love watching busking!" Guerin said excitedly, "When I first moved here I'd spend so many weekends coming to Hongdae just for busking."

"It's how A.C.E started." Seyoon mused, "We'd do dance performances and post on youtube."

"You've really come so far. You should be proud of yourselves, you worked hard." Guerin said, patting his head. As they walked into Hongdae proper the streets became more crowded. They stopped at a few shops, perusing clothes or jewelry. Seyoon had several times found the ugliest most ill fitting article of clothing and pretended to convince Guerin it would be perfect for him, insisting he could pull off anything. Unfortunately for him she began encouraging him to buy the items he chose so he had to make up reasons that he couldn't. In one the buttons had been stitched on with the wrong pattern and that was unlucky for singers. One pair of brightly colored pants that Guerin actually loved but they didnt have enough orange once he looked close enough. They went into a small arcade where Guerin displayed an incredible ability to be unusually terrible at crane games. Seyoon tried the claw machine as well, but before using it he pretended to plug in and communicate with it while Guerin giggled at his strange beeping sounds. He somehow managed to win a small cat plushie on the first try which he immediately handed to her.

"Because you suck so bad. Otherwise you'll never get a prize from here." He said, then dodged her with a laugh as she raised her hand threateningly before laughing herself.

A couple of times Seyoon was recognized and Guerin waited patiently off to the side while he greeted choice and took selfies with them. She had been nervous this would happen but the most rude a fan had been to her was to ignore her completely. Most of the others greeted both of them politely. The previous night Seyoon and Guerin had talked about what they would do if fans recognized them, so it was a relief to see it working out so well.

"Your fans are so lovely." Guerin said, as Seyoon rejoined her.

"Our Choice are the best." He grinned proudly.

Once they had reached the buskers Seyoon bought them a Tanghulu to share. Both of them had the habit of bopping along gently to the music as it played, and Guerin would sometimes sing along under her breath. There was a particularly sweet voiced singer that did a cover of HEET's debut song that she got excited about and left a hefty tip for, and she did the same for a dance group that did the choreography for Undercover. The performers recognized Wow and he chatted with them after the show to offer encouragement.

Guerin's heart was full from the evenings and encounters they had. As the night drew on Seyoon mentioned being hungry and Guerin dropped everything so the two of them could eat. They found a small hole in the wall restaurant that wasn't too crowded to order some chicken and beer.

Once their order had been placed Seyoon went through one of his bags, pulling out a small white cardboard box and pushing it across the table to Guerin.

"What's this?" She asked in surprise.

"A present. Open it." He sat back and smiled, watching her.

A silver star stud earring with a behind the lobe chain drop that ended with another star that Guerin had admired but ultimately decided wasn't worth the cost, and a dainty silver chain choker with a star in the center to match were nestled on the cotton pad inside.

"Seyoonie!" She gasped, pulling them out and admiring them, "Thank you, oh... wow." She absentmindedly exclaimed his nickname. He grinned wider at her reaction. "This is so much, you didnt need to do this."

He shrugged, "I thought it would make you happy."

"They're amazing, thank you." She was already reaching up to switch out one of her current earrings for the new one. Seyoon abandoned his seat across from her and moved onto the booth next to her, to help her fasten the choker. She turned to him, smiling and batting her eyes as she put up a peace sign. "How do I look?"

He reached for the dangly star, caressing it softly before making eye contact with her as he answered. "Perfect."

Her breath hitched in her throat as her stomach clenched and she bit her lip before she broke eye contact and looked straight ahead. She couldnt help but smile at the awkward private sensation she had gotten in a public environment. Through her peripheral vision she could see Seyoon still watching her as she got a grip on herself. Tentatively she reached for his hand resting on his thigh under the table, touching his pinky with hers delicately. He didn't hesitate to turn his hand and intertwine their fingers, resting their hands together back on his thigh. His leg muscles against the back of her hand distracted her until the food arrived and the two had to let go.

After they finished eating they continued wandering through shops. Guerin and Seyoon took turns sneaking physical contact with each other when no one was around or looking. Leaving a shoe store Seyoon suddenly took Guerins hand and pulled her into an empty narrow alleyway between two buildings. Holding her face he pulled her to him and kissed her. Despite being taken by surprise it didnt take her long to return the kiss, fingers holding onto the front of his shirt. They broke apart and Guerin looked around quickly to ensure no one had snuck up on them and met his gaze again. Pushing against him slightly she chastised him unconvincingly, "Seyoon-ah, that was risky."

"I couldn't fight gravity anymore." He wrapped his arms around her for a hug, resting his chin on her shoulder and nuzzling against her cutely.

"Mmm, yeah gravity can be a bitch..." she leaned against him, matching his affectionate embrace, "Do you want to... head to my place maybe?" She suggested lightly, "We can have a pajama party, watch a movie..." she trailed off leaving the rest up to interpretation for their future selves.

Seyoon nodded pulling away, "I need to stop by the dorm first."

They moved together to the main road where Seyoon hailed a cab.

"Come up with me. Everyone is out tonight." Seyoon said as the cab pulled up to his dorm.

"Won't that look bad...?" Guerin asked hesitantly.

"It won't be long." He said, then asked the cab driver to wait for them. She got out of the cab with him and followed him upstairs to the door.

"This looks nice." She said as he typed in their code.

"We got upgraded a couple months ago." He said, then opened the door for the both of them. She took off her shoes and meandered into the living room, debating for a moment whether she should follow him to his bedroom before she heard a scream and exclamations.

She moved quickly to the hall to see Seyoon standing outside a door, holding it closed with his back to it and looking shocked. "What happened?" Guerin asked. Seyoon looked at her, eyes wide and he let out a shell shocked laugh.

From inside the room she heard Jun's voice, "Hyung go away!"

"I need clothes." He responded sensibly.

"Come back later!" This time it was Charlie's voice.

"Charlie?" Guerin called out. Charlie groaned in embarrassment, "Charlie we have a cab running, Seyoonie just needs to get some clothes and we can go."

"Aaahhh... okay...." Jun sounded very disappointed. There was rustling as they moved around in the room while Guerin and Seyoon tried not to laugh audibly. The pair managed to calm themselves enough to look innocuous as the door opened and Charlie hustled out past Guerin to the living room. Seyoon peeked into the room again then disappeared inside. Guerin followed after her friend. She found Charlie sitting on the couch her face in her hands.

"Heeeyyyy..." Guerin hovered in front of her, the laughter threatening to come back, making the corners of her lips twitch. Charlie peered up at her friend from between her fingers, clearly blushing. As soon as they made eye contact they both began giggling, Guerin collapsed next to Charlie on the couch as they tried to keep it quiet.

"Oh my goooood I can't believe your shitty timinggg." Charlie said in english as they caught their breath.

"What did Wow walk in on exactly?" Guerin whispered curiously, keeping the conversation in English.

"We were in our underwear, I was straddling Jun." Charlie whispered, covering her face again, "thank god my back was to him."

"Oh geez that's nothing! I thought maybe." Guerin wiggled her eyebrows, "You know."

Charlie sighed, "I was kinda hoping we'd be getting there tonight."

"We'll be out of your hair soon and you can get restarted." Guerin offered a high five that Charlie half heartedly met.

Jun chose the next moment to come into the living room with a blank expression that looked like he was trying to internalize this latest trauma of his life. "Hello. Welcome." He said dispassionately not quite making eye contact.

"Hello Jun." Guerin slipped back into Korean. She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. She kept struggling with finding something to say that wasn't teasing since he already seemed close to breaking. Jun sat on the other side of Charlie, casually moving a pillow over his lap and hugging it. Guerin almost lost it but turned away in time.

"I'll go check on Seyoon." She coughed, standing up and hurrying to the shared bedroom. Before she reached the far door, she passed an open door to an office. She paused curiously, it looked like a combination music and art studio. She stopped completely as she looked at some of the art on the walls.

"You can go in." Seyoon said suddenly. He had come out of the bedroom with a small bag and saw her looking.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry." She felt embarrassed being caught in a mini snoop, "I just saw the paintings and..." she gestured unsure of the Korean words to express how they had captured her interest.

"It's our studio. We opted to have three people in the biggest room and use this one for creating." Seyoon explained, walking over and waving her inside. She took the invitation, stepping in carefully. The artwork wasn't always conventional and required interpretation, while some were simple and straightforward.

"Did you do these?" She asked. Guerin had done some homework on A.C.E when she had learned they would be promoting around the same time as HEET and remembered learning that Wow was very artistic. He nodded, looking at the pictures too.

"These are amazing, Kim Seyoon." She murmured. He looked at her as she unexpectedly used his full name. Guerin moved to the art desk to see a painting still on it.

The words "A.C.E" and "Choice" had been written in Korean, stylized as two figures. The Choice figure was walking in the lead, holding the hand of the A.C.E figure and holding a lamp with the yellow word "sarang" lighting the way. The darkness around the figures were more stylized words, eerily spelled out with jagged edges, dripping colors or washed out watercolors. Words like "doubt", "fear" and "failure".

"I finished that today." Seyoon stepped up next to her.

"It's beautiful. Meaningful and simple." She looked up at him, "This is for your fans right? The project you and Jun are working on?"

"This and a song. We finished recording it yesterday." He nodded. She moved in front of him and draped her arms over his shoulders. Instinctively his arms went to her waist.

"You're amazing, you know that?" She said, impressed with her boyfriend.

"I've been told." He said with a sassy tone.

She rolled her eyes but couldnt help but smile. Pulling away from him she patted his butt playfully as she walked past him. "Let's go." He wiggled after her happily as they left the office. They said goodbye to Jun and Charlie and went down to the still waiting cab. As it pulled away she saw three familiar figures as the rest of A.C.E walked up to the building their dorm was in.

"Oh no." Guerin pointed them out as Seyoon laughed. She texted her friend a warning hoping that she saw it before they resumed activities.

They opted to shower (separately) and go through their nightly skin care routines before settling in for a movie. Seyoon showered first and came out with his pajamas fully buttoned which Guerin found herself almost disappointed by. When she joked about it Seyoon offered to start undoing buttons but she rushed into the bathroom to avoid being distracted. After her turn she found Seyoon in the living room.

"Noona, you're not going to finish drying your hair?" He asked.

"No. It's short enough it'll dry on its own." Guerin only ever towel dried her hair enough to stop it from dripping before moving on with her life.

"You'll get sick! Come here." He motioned in front of him.

She went along with it and sat on the floor but not before saying, "You know thats not real right? It's not scientific."

He shook his head and grabbed the towel he had used for his hair, gently drying Guerin's. [It might be an old wives tale, but I could get used to this...] she closed her eyes, enjoying feeling his legs behind her and his hands in her hair. Until he started making odd patterns, moving her head around unnecessarily and making sound effects. She tried not to smile as she dropped her head backwards into his lap looking up at him.

"Seyoonie..." she said pretending to be stern. He leaned forward, kissed her forehead then dropped the towel on her face.

She jumped up and pushed him on the couch as they both laughed, he allowed himself to be pushed to the side and she lightly slapped his butt twice, "You are too much!" She laughed, pushing on his arm again.

"Noonaaaa!" He said in a suggestive tone, still grinning he bit his lip looking up and her and wiggled his rear end. Her mouth dropped in surprise and she inhaled suddenly before it felt like she couldn't remember how to breath. Covering her mouth with her hands she sat back on the couch and moaned.

"Seyoon-ah you're going to kill me."

He giggled and offered her a wink and finger hearts which got her giggling again. She fanned herself, shaking her head before standing and walking toward the kitchen, "Do you want some popcorn for the movie?"

"Mm." He grunted a yes, watching her in the kitchen as she started the microwave before getting up and joining her. He stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder. "This spot was made for me." He stated, rubbing his head against hers. Guerin leaned her head against his and they stood enjoying the embrace as she ran her fingers up and down his arms.

"Babe," She used the English word out of habit, "would you get the popcorn bowl." She saw the microwave countdown nearing zero and pointed to the appropriate cabinet. He unwillingly let go but did as she asked, getting the bowl down while the popcorn beeped ready. He turned it upside down and put it on his head before trundling back chanting "Babe." In English over and over again. She looked up at him and froze as he reached out to her. She pursed her lips trying not to laugh and let him sneak a peck on the lips before she snorted once with laughter.

"Why are you like this?" She laughed as he grinned and took the bowl off his head. She took her turn to kiss him, overwhelmed by how cute she found him before refocusing on dumping the popcorn into the bowl.

The rest of the night was spent watching a movie as they cuddled up closer and closer.

"I should go home." Seyoon said, stretching and then pulling Guerin, who had tried to sit up, back into him. She laughed and allowed it.

"You could stay." Guerin offered.

"Do you have extra pillows for the couch?" He asked.

"If you want the couch sure. But you could also come to bed with me." She murmured sleepily into his chest. He froze under her and she realized how that might sound, sitting up quickly.

"I meant, like. Just sleeping I didnt mean. I mean, I want to but, I want it to- I mean it's probably too soon for you and I get that so, like, I just meant-" She was interrupted by Seyoon putting a finger to her lips as he stretched again and sat up, replacing his finger with his lips. Guerin didn't take long to shift gears with him, opening her mouth with his as the kiss deepened and their tongues met. He helped her shift to lay back as he held himself above her with one hand. He used his free hand to guide her hands to his buttons, before reaching to the hem of her long shirt she wore as pajamas. He reached under the material, touching her skin tentatively. She interrupted her important job of undoing his buttons long enough to shuck her shirt off. Their lips met again, running his fingers all along her body. Once she had finished with his shirt she pushed it down from his shoulders. He sat up long enough to take it off completely and he caught her expression as she admired him.

"I know. I'm a snack." He used her slang from the previous week. Guerin's laugh was interrupted as he lowered himself to her neck, throat and clavicle. His hand brushed the fabric of her bra causing her to inhale with expectation, but instead he migrated back up, kissed her lips a few times teasingly and sat back again.

"We should go to sleep." He smiled darkly at her, knowing exactly what he had started. Hopping up he grabbed their shirts and trotted off to the bedroom leaving her behind in shock.

"Yah! You punk!" She finally recovered and chased after him.