#and they might actually add the rest bc just last week they only had 7 seasons available

[ppulverse]

this is such a "millennial on tumblr in 2014" thing but rewatching doctor who actually brings me joy

[watchmegetobsessed]

TO LOVE AND BELOVED - Part Five (Harry Styles)

a/n: ahh idk why but writing this part took me forever! but its finally here and i can’t wait to see your thoughts on it! i was debating for a long time if part 5 should be the last one, but then i decided to add another part, bc there are two more things i want to include in the story and i couldn’t squeeze them into this part, it’s already the longest so far, so we have one more part left of the story! also, a little warning that part 6 might take a little longer than the prev parts bc im a little behind with my schedule but it’ll try my best!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce, sexual content

word count: 12k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

You’ve been feeling like a teenager sneaking around her parents these past weeks. Only that you’re an adult and the parent you are trying to keep your secret romance hidden from is a four year old little girl.

Your birthday was a turning point in your evolving relationship with Harry. Like a wall has been brought down and he finally started reaching out to you. It feels like with every passing day you’re getting closer to him and you can see the progress he’s been making thanks to his therapy sessions and how much he is trying to make a change himself as well.

Stolen kisses and tiny touches have been a usual in your every days whenever Izzy was out of sight for the shortest second. You’ve realized that Harry is an affectionate person, he likes to keep you close and he never fails to bring passion into the tiniest kisses.

With Izzy around 24/7 it’s been hard to find time when it’s just the two of you, but you’ve been waking up early in the morning just to spend that twenty minutes alone with Harry while he drinks his coffee. Sometimes you just sit in silence, trying to wake up for the day ahead of you but sometimes he talks your ears off about anything and everything. In the evening, when Izzy is already sleeping the two of you usually wind off together in the living room or watch a movie in the entertainment room, just enjoying some alone time. It’s not much, but more than nothing and you’ve grown very fond of these little moments with him.

Nothing more has happened than just kissing. Despite the progress Harry has made so far you can tell he still has quite a few conflicts buried deep inside him and you definitely don’t want to rush him into anything he is not ready for. Some cuddling on the couch or short but passionate make out sessions in a corner while Izzy is not paying attention, you haven’t gone further than this.

Now it’s the last day before Izzy leaves to Harry’s mum for the week. He is dropping her off Sunday afternoon and it will leave the two of you alone for seven full days. Well, Harry still has to work during the day, but from the moment he’ll get home, it’s just gonna be you and him.

You had to make a few phone calls so you’ve been locked in your room for a while now. When you come down you find your favorite father-daughter duo on the couch, some kind of Barbie movie playing on the TV, but Izzy is busy with something else. She’s got her water based flooring pens scattered around her, Harry’s tattooed arm laying across her lap as she is coloring the patterns as if it was her favorite coloring book. Before they could notice you, you run back to your room and grab your polaroid camera and returning you snap a picture of the adorable scene. The shutter of the camera makes Harry’s head snap in your way, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Hey,” he softly greets you. You put the camera and the photo aside to the cupboard near you before joining them on the couch.

“Hi Y/N! Look!” Izzy beams happily, pointing at Harry’s ship tattoo that is now fully colored with yellows, pinks and blues.

“It looks better this way,” you smirk down at her before your eyes meet with Harry’s over her head, smiling at you softly.

Making yourself comfortable next to them, you watch Izzy work on more of his tattoos and you find it such a heartwarming scene, you want to remember it forever. Harry Styles, such an influential, successful and serious businessman, sitting on the couch in his loungewear while his daughter is using his tattooed skin as her personal coloring book. He really is a wonderful human being and the best dad to his daughter.

“Y/N, do you have any tattoos?” Izzy asks, turning to you with curious eyes.

“I actually do,” you answer and you see Harry’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“You really do?” he asks, his head resting on the back of the couch, turned to face you.

“Yeah,” you nod with a soft chuckle.

“Where?” Izzy asks perking up at the new information.

“Um, it’s right here,” you tell her pointing at the side of your hips, covered with your sweatpants.

“Can I color them?” she asks innocently, but Harry is quick to react.

“Izzy, you’re being a little too nosy,” he warns her as always, and she looks at you with a pouty look.

“It’s fine. Um, yeah, you can color it,” you nod.

Sliding lower on the couch you roll down the waistband of your pants until the tattoo is revealed on the side. You catch Harry’s eyes wander over the skin you are now showing and you can see a slight blush tinting his cheeks. He hasn’t seen this part of your body uncovered yet, he hasn’t even seen you in a bathing suit so far so it’s quite the new thing.

(reference for the tattoo)

The tattoo on your side is a simple yet meaningful one, dedicated to the special bond you and Trevor share. It’s a minimalistic yet beautiful piece of two koi fishes swimming in a circle, one is left blank as while the other one is black so their formation resembles the yin-yang symbol. You got it when you turned twenty, when Trevor was just in middle school, but he promised you he would get the same design when he turns eighteen that will happen in the fall.

“That looks beautiful,” Harry breathes out with a shy smile and you notice how he doesn’t ask about the meaning behind it. Not because he is not curious but because he is insanely respectful and he doesn’t want to ask something that’s too personal.

“Thanks,” you smile at him as Izzy grabs her pens and starts coloring the blank fish.

The rest of the day goes by uneventfully, Harry is clearly trying to spend as much time with Izzy as possible before her week with his mother, but you also notice that he seems to be keeping something away from you, like he is trying to bring up something but he is not entirely sure how to start the conversation.

It’s not until Izzy is put to bed that he joins you on the couch, turning to you with a serious expression on his handsome face.

“What’s up?” you ask with a soft chuckle.

“I was thinking…”

“I could see that,” you tease him, giving his knee a playful squeeze. “I’m listening.”

“Actually there are two things I wanted to talk to you about. I’m not sure which one to ask first.” He purses his lips before sighing and moving his eyes to meet your curious gaze. “So we’re gonna be alone for the next week.”

“Mhm.”

“And I thought that… if you want to, but we don’t have to, it was just an idea—so feel free to—“

“Harry,” you cut his stuttering off, moving closer with a reassuring smile. You caress the side of his face and you notice how you lean into your touch, breathing out through his nose. “Don’t be nervous, alright? Just tell me what’s been on your mind.”

“Would you go out on a date with me?” he then asks and it’s the purest thing you’ve ever seen and heard from him. The hopeful but still nervous look in his eyes makes him appear like a little boy who is asking out his first crush in middle school, afraid of rejection, when that’s the last thing he has to think about when it comes to you, but it’s still cute.

“I would love to,” you smile at him and leaning closer you peck his lips softly. “And what’s the other thing you wanted to ask?”

“Well, I’m driving Izzy over to my mum’s early in the morning and I’m staying for lunch and… if you don’t feel like it’s too much, you could… maybe come with us.”

“You want me to meet your mum?” you ask surprised.

“Well, she wants to meet you as well, but I want you to meet her, yes,” he admits with a nervous chuckle. “Gemma has told her about you and my sister likes to be nosy so she might have added a little spice into the story about us when nothing was really going on.”

“Oh my, what does she think?” you ask with wide eyes.

“Nothing bad, don’t worry,” he assures you quickly. “She just made it seem like we are… dating and all,” he adds with a nervous smile. “But I told her that it’s… I mean that we are not there… yet.”

“Oh, okay. Well, if you really want me there, I would love to go with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Would love to meet your mum.”

“I was afraid you’d find it a little early for this,” he admits truthfully and you can see that rationality in his thought. “We haven’t really… discussed what we are and I didn’t want to put the pressure on you.”

“Well, do you want to talk about us?” you ask softly, giving him the chance to decline if he feels like the conversation might be a little too much for him.

“I do, but I’m not sure… what to say,” he hums, knitting his eyebrows together. Last time I had this talk I was in my early twenties and I don’t even know how to start,” he chuckles shaking his head.

“Okay, then let’s just agree on some things,” you suggest and he eyes you curiously. “Neither of us is seeing anyone else, right?”

“Is that even a question in my situation?” he snorts, making a joke out of his issues clearly and you’re happy he is able to take it so lighthearted.

“Just clearing the air,” you chuckle. “So we are…exclusive.”

“Seems like it,” he nods.

“And you just asked me out on a date,” you point another detail out.

“I did. And you said yes,” he smiles, an excited shine in his eyes glimmering through his green irises.

“Yeah. So we can say we are dating? Seeing each other?” Harry chews on the terms you offered, tastes them before nodding slowly.

“I guess we could say that.”

“Okay. So… that’s what we are,” you smile at him, giving his knee another squeeze. This time, his hand finds yours and he runs his thumb across your knuckles.

“I think… I’m okay with that,” he breathes out and though it’s seemingly such an insignificant thing, you know how huge steps he has just taken forward.

“I liked the blue one better. With the white sweater,” Heather hums, watching you through the video call. You have your phone propped up on your dresser as you’re trying to figure out what to wear today.

Though you seemed completely unbothered last night when Harry invited you along with them, but now you can feel the slight panic. It’s not even because you and Harry are a thing now, you’d feel this way if you met his mother just as Izzy’s nanny. Grandmothers can be so protective over their grandchildren, you’ve met with quite a few problematic ones while you were working at the daycare and you just want Anne to like you, to trust you with Izzy as much as Harry does.

“Okay, blue it is then,” you sigh, pulling the yellow sundress off of yourself before putting the blue one back with a white sweater.

“So you guys are now official?” Heather grins at you through the screen. “Meeting his mother and all that?”

“Define being official,” you chuckle softly.

“Like, boyfriend-girlfriend?”

“Not yet. But we agreed to be exclusively dating.”

“I still can’t fucking believe that you’re scoring the hottest dad I’ve ever seen. You lucky bitch,” she sighs, sipping on her morning coffee.

“Me neither,” you scoff.

“I’m pretty sure if the mothers who got you fired knew, they would explode. Basically every woman was in love with the man and now you are the lucky woman actually getting him.”

“I guess this is karma for what they did,” you chuckle shrugging. “Alright, I gotta go, because we are leaving soon, but I’ll talk to you soon.”

“You better be! I want a detailed essay about how it went!” she grins, kissing the camera.

“Alright, bye!” you smile before ending the call.

When you get downstairs, Harry and Izzy are already down there, Harry is zipping up her bag while she is dancing around humming to herself.

“Baby, your backpack is still in your room. Can you please get it?” Harry asks her, Izzy nods and runs towards you, stopping in front of you.

“Hi Y/N! I like your dress!” she beams at you.

“Hi! Well thank you!” you smile at her before she runs past you up the stairs. “Hey,” you greet Harry and his eyes snap up to you, his pink lips stretching into a warm smile as he leans closer and kisses your cheek sweetly.

“Hi. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. So, any tips for meeting your mum for the first time?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers nervously. Harry reaches out and takes your hands between his so he stops the motion.

“You don’t need tips. I know my mum will like you, she is already so excited to meet you, so don’t worry.”

“If you say so,” you breathe out.

Harry puts Izzy’s stuff in the Rover and soon buckles her into her seat before the three of you hit the road. Harry has a whole playlist for Izzy’s favorite songs so you obviously listen to that along with Izzy’s performance of all the songs, filled with misheard lyrics, but that’s what makes it even better. The car ride is about three hours, which is not that horrible. You need just one bathroom break sometime in the middle and Izzy sleeps through the last hour in the car, allowing the two of you to finally listen to music that’s not from a kids’ show.

“Do you have a song request?” you smile over at him, scrolling through his phone since it’s the one connected to the car, but he has given you permission to play whatever you like.

“Not really.”

“You don’t have songs you like to listen to in the car?”

“Not specifically. Do you?”

“Oh, I have a whole playlist for songs to blast in the car,” you chuckle.

“Really? And what songs are on it?”

“Well, I can just show you.”

You search up your user on Spotify and find the playlist in talk before putting it on shuffle. As the first song starts to play, you peek over at him to see his reaction and you spot the smirk on his lips.

“Black Eyed Peas?” he asks glancing at you shortly.

“Yeah, you don’t like them?” you smirk at him.

“I do, I just didn’t think you listen to them,” he admits with a soft chuckle.

“Are you kidding me? They give me the biggest nostalgia! I listened to them so much as a teenager.”

“So teenage Y/N gave a concert in her bedroom, singing I Gotta Feeling?” he teases you grinning.

“Not just a concert, a whole world tour.”

There’s a short silence, just the two of you listening to the song, you watch the trees and fields rush by you as you drive down the country road. The song changes to another one and you’ve already forgotten about what you talked about, but apparently not Harry.

“What were you like as a teenager?” he asks. You turn to face him and your eyes meet for a second.

“Um, like a normal teenager,” you shrug, not sure what to say.

“There’s no such thing as a normal teenager,” Harry smiles. “What did you do, what were your favorite things?”

“I was… pretty plain, if I might say. I wasn’t a rebel or too much of a geek either. I had like three good friends, we used to hang out a lot by the little lake near our neighborhood, that was like our spot. I liked going on hikes and I watched a lot of documentaries,” you admit with a small smile.

“What kind?”

“I don’t know, anything that was on,” you shrug. “My mom had this phase where she was trying to act like she was just like all the other mom’s from my school, but they were all at least a decade older than her. She was trying to prove that she was this mature, very serious woman who had her shit together and all that.”

“And she didn’t?” Harry asks peeking at you shortly.

“I mean, she did. She turned thirty when I was twelve. Most women barely just got married and started their family at that age but she had been married for eight years and had a middle schooler and a baby already. She really was mature but I could tell that she felt like she lost her twenties because of… me.”

Sighing you think back to the years when you often felt like a burden to your mom. She gave up a lot of things just to give you the life she imagined for you. She worked her ass off to raise you and later Trevor as well, have a career and do all the works around the house. Your dad was working a lot of night shifts, there were entire weeks when you barely even saw him. You don’t blame him, he was trying to provide for his family, but it’s pretty clear he and your mother grew cold over the years and it had a huge part in it.

“Do you… blame yourself for it?” Harry asks softly.

“No,” you shake your head. “It’s not like I had anything to do with being born,” you chuckle. “I just didn’t like seeing my mom struggle so much. So when Trevor was born I was trying to take over a lot of tasks around the house and with him as well. I babysat him a lot, took care of him in the mornings, I picked him up from daycare and later from school… I tried to make it easier for my parents.”

“So this is why you grew so close with him?”

“I guess so,” you nod. “I mean, I surely spent the most time with him,” you add with a short chuckle.

“And do you think this is why you’re so good with kids?”

“What is this, a therapy session?” you ask arching an eyebrow at him, but he just rolls his eyes.

“Just… trying to get to know you. Is that a problem?”

“No, I just… I’m not used to talking about myself so much. It’s been quite a few years since I’ve been in this… talking stage,” you admit with a sigh. “But to answer your question, it might have had some impact on me. I mean, I loved taking care of Trevor. It’s like I had my own baby doll, only that it wasn’t just a toy, it was a real baby I could play with.”

“Did you play dress up with him?” Harry smirks at you.

“I did,” you admit laughing. “I used to dress him as a princess a lot and he seemed to like it! My dad wasn’t really a fan of it.”

For the rest of the ride you listen to your playlist and talk about not just your but Harry’s past too. He tells you about his friends, what he was like in school and the mischiefs he did growing up, that drove his mum crazy sometimes. As you get to his hometown and he points out different places he used to go to when he was younger, you feel so much closer to him, like you’ve just gotten to see another piece of him that was hidden before.

He pulls up to the driveway of a simple townhouse and as you get out of the car you see the front door open and a woman rushes out, squealing in excitement as she runs up to Harry and hugs him tightly.

“Finally! I was starting to get worried!” she breathes out, rocking the two of them to left and right.

“Mum, don’t be dramatic. I texted you when we left and we got here perfectly in time,” Harry chuckles, holding his mum tight.

“You barely just arrived and you’re already picking on me? Typical,” Anne rolls her eyes, letting go of him. You round the car, feeling nervous to meet her. When her eyes finally fall on you, her smile grows even wider as she takes a step closer to you. “And you must be Y/N! It’s so nice to meet you!” she beams, pulling you into a warm hug as well.

“Nice to meet you too,” you chuckle, hugging her back.

“I’m Anne, but I listen to all versions of mum and grandma,” she tells you chuckling.

“Alright, noted,” you nod smiling.

Harry opens the car door of the backseat and unbuckles Izzy who has already woken up from her little nap and the moment her feet are on the ground she runs up to Anne.

“Grams!” She giggles before throwing herself into Anne’s arms who picks her up happily.

“Hi baby, you grew so much! I missed you!” she sighs as the little girl cuddles into her neck.

“Missed you too, Grams. I brought my new toys, do you want to play with them?”

“Of course! We’ll have all the time to play this week,” Anne smiles down at her. “Alright, come on in. Lunch is almost ready.”

Harry grabs Izzy’s things from the car and you all head inside. The house smells good from the cooking food in the kitchen and it’s such a cozy home, you can definitely see Harry growing up here. Above the fireplace in the living room there are a bunch of photos framed on the wall, most of them are from Harry and Gemma, but there are some more of other relatives as well, cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. It seems like Harry has a big family.

Harry unpacks Izzy’s stuff in her room that used to be Gemma’s apparently, he is telling Anne all about everything she needs to know about Izzy’s routines and she is listening patiently, though you’re sure she is more than capable of taking care of her. After all, she raised two amazing children already.

While Izzy shows Anne all her toys she’s brought with herself, Harry takes your hand and pulls you out of the room just to go into another one. Walking in you immediately realize that it must have been his once upon a time.

“You know, I can see your younger version in here, the one I saw in the photos downstairs,” you smirk at him, looking around. There are some old posters and pictures still littering the walls, stickers are covering the side of his wardrobe and dresser, some of them are partially ripped off already, he probably tried to get rid of them once he got older, but miserably failed.

“Yeah? I was pretty cute, right?” he smirks, so full of himself.

“I liked the curly Justin Bieber hairstyle,” you tease him and he gives you an “are you for real?!” look to which you just start laughing.

“Justin Bieber had nothing on me.”

“Yeah, sure,” you laugh before he grabs your hand and pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “Your mum is in the next room,” you whisper against his lips as he leans down, teasing you with them just lingering on yours.

“So what? You never sneaked around your parents before?” he smirks down at you.

“I did,” you admit.

“Oh, nasty,” he comments before finally kissing you. However it doesn’t last long, because you hear footsteps coming from outside so you’re quick to move away from each other, just in time when Anne walks in.

“Lunch will be ready in a few, would you two mind setting the table?” she smiles, oblivious what was happening just a moment ago.

“Sure,” Harry nods, rubbing his nose as his other hand finds your waist and he ushers you out of the room.

Izzy helps Anne in the kitchen while you and Harry take care of the table. When everything is done you all sit down and start the feast Anne was so kind to make for you. It doesn’t take long to see the snickering but loving dynamic between Harry and his mother. Anne likes to pick on her son, call him out for basically anything and though Harry talks back, he mostly just lets her tear him to pieces. With love, of course.

“Izzy, please don’t get whipped cream all over the place!” Harry sighs when it’s time for dessert. Anne has made apple pie, one of Izzy’s favorites and she is going generous with the cream on top of her slice.

“You didn’t have problem getting cream all over you when we were making cupcakes, daddy!” Izzy sasses back, making both you and Harry drop your jaws while Anne starts laughing at her boldness.

“That was an entirely different situation, Izzy,” Harry shakes his head as he helps her with the scream before passing it over to you.

“Grams, you should have been there! Daddy, Y/N and I made a mess in the kitchen, but daddy started it!” Izzy giggles, digging into the pie.

“Is that so?” Anne smirks.

“We were just… playing,” Harry explains.

“Oh, I know how you can get when you’re just playing,” Anne chuckles. “Y/N, how do you put up with two kids in the house?”

“I used to deal with fifteen at the same time, so two is not a trouble,” you smirk at Harry who just rolls his eyes, but you see the hiding little smile on his lips.

After lunch Izzy insists on showing you the dollhouse Anne has set up for her in the backyard while Harry helps his mum with the cleaning up.

“We both know your sister likes to exaggerate stories, so I didn’t believe everything she said about you and Y/N,” Anne speaks up as she is washing the dishes and Harry is on drying duty.

“I’m glad you don’t fall for Gemma’s vivid imagination.”

“But there’s one thing she got right.”

“And what would that be?” Anne turns the tap off as she faces Harry, sighing in relief as she smiles at him.

“That you look happy.”

Harry opens his mouth to say something, but then just closes it. He does feel happy, even if he is still struggling to accept it. Anne dries her hands and reaching up she cups Harry’s face in her palms.

“Baby, I haven’t seen you like this for a long time. And I know you think you don’t deserve to feel this way, but you do. And Y/N makes you happy, clearly.”

“Mum…”

“No, honey, just… listen to me, okay?” she asks and he nods, giving all his attention to his mother. “It broke my heart to see you so… lost after what happened to Maggie. And I know that it was the hardest thing you ever had to go through, but you need to move on. She would want you to do the same thing.”

“How do you know, mum? You didn’t even like Maggie when I first brought her home,” Harry points out mumbling under his breath.

“That doesn’t change the way you felt about her. I know you loved her and I would have never wanted anything to happen to her. She made you happy and that’s all that mattered to me,” she smiles with a tired sigh. “And I just want you to be happy again. Whatever you two have going on… don’t let go of it, alright? She is making you happy and you deserve that.”

Harry doesn’t know what to say so he just nods before Anne pulls him into a tight, motherly hug that he returns gladly.

“I’m trying, mum. I’m trying,” he whispers into her hair, giving her a squeeze before letting go of her.

You stay a little longer, Anne makes you tea and Harry soaks in the last minutes with Izzy before he is forced to be away from her. You know he is looking forward to spending some time away from his daddy duties, but it’s clear that he’ll miss her terribly too.

“Alright, baby. Be good and I’ll call Grams to talk to you every day, okay?” Harry tells her, giving her one last hug. Izzy wraps her arms around his neck tightly, her face squished into his neck.

“Okay, daddy. I love you,” she mumbles with a pouty look.

“I love you too. Have a good time with Grams.”

“Thank you for everything, Anne,” you tell her, giving her a quick hug.

“Oh, you’re welcome. It was so nice to meet you,” she smiles, feeling a little touched by the goodbye. “Come back soon!”

“I will, thank you.” “Bye mum, call me if anything comes up,” Harry tells her, hugging her as well.

“We’ll be alright, don’t worry. Tell Mitch and Sarah that I wish them the best!” Anne smiles as you and Harry head out the door.

“I will! Bye!”

Izzy stands at the front door with Anne, waving after you as Harry backs out of the driveway and eventually, they are out of your sight.

Harry falls silent and you don’t have to be a genius to know that he is already missing Izzy. You can imagine what it feels like to not see her every day like he always does, when he is so used to having her around all the time.

“You alright?” you softly ask, giving his arm a short squeeze.

“Yeah, it’s just… It’s the third time I’m doing this, but it never gets easier. The first year we did it I ended up driving up here four times that week,” he admits with a chuckle.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s normal to miss her.”

“I know, it just makes me emotional,” he admits, flashing you a short smile before he turns his gaze back at the road ahead of him.

The drive back home is a lot quieter than the way to Anne’s. You play some music again and Harry hums to it sometimes, but he is mostly just deep in his thoughts and you don’t want to bother him, knowing well he probably needs some time to settle with the thought of an entire week without Izzy.

You get some takeout for dinner before arriving home and eat together before putting on a movie to watch in the entertainment room. One movie turns into another and before you could realize it, you’re dosed off on the comfy couch, cuddled to Harry’s side near midnight.

When you wake up something entirely different is playing on the screen since the original movie has ended long ago. Harry is passed out, his head resting against the back of the couch, one arm curled around your shoulders while the other is resting on his stomach. Rubbing your eyes you check the time and decide it’s better if you both just go to bed before you end up spending the night on the couch.

“Hey… H,” you softly caress his cheek before you brush his unruly curls back from his forehead. He scrunches his nose adorably before his eyes flutter open, taking in his surroundings. “We fell asleep. Why don’t we call it a night?” you ask in a soft whisper. Harry sighs, nodding his head, squeezing you to his side before his arm falls from around your shoulders. You peck his cheek before pushing yourself up from the couch. He shuts the TV off and the two of you head upstairs. For your surprise, his hand finds yours on the way up the stairs, lacing his fingers together with yours.

You pad your way up to the second floor and walking past Izzy’s room Harry stops for just a heartbeat before he follows you down the hallway. When you’re about to let go of his hand to head into your own bedroom, Harry pulls you back gently, making you look at him with slight confusion.

“Do you… Maybe you could… sleep at mine, if you want to? Just a thought…” he breathes out, clearly nervous to speak what’s been on his mind.

“I would love to, but only if you’re sure about it.”

“I’m sure. It would be nice to… wake up next to you,” he adds with a shy smile and you notice how he didn’t say waking up next to anyone, he wants you to be there.

“Alright. Why don’t we both just go and shower separately and then I’ll come back to yours?” you offer, giving his hand a squeeze. Harry nods and leaning down he places a chaste kiss to your lips before letting go of your hand, going your separate ways.

After doing your usual nighttime routine you put on a pair of soft pajama pants and a simple shirt before heading back to Harry’s bedroom. The door is slightly open, the lights are still on. You knock on the door before pushing it open carefully. You’ve only been in here a handful of times and it’s strange to come here with the intention of staying.

Harry is standing by his dresser in a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, his hair is slightly damp from his shower. As his eyes fall on your figure a small smile tugs on his lips before he glances towards the bed.

“Which… which side do you like sleeping on?” he asks and you can’t hold back a chuckle as you walk to the side that’s clearly not used by him usually.

Harry huffs with a smile before going to his side. You put your phone to the nightstand before getting under the covers, making yourself comfortable in Harry’s silky sheets. He sits to the edge of the bed, checks something on his phone before dropping it to his nightstand and he then joins you under the covers.

It’s a tiny bit awkward at first, neither of you really finding your place in such a new situation, so at first you just lie on your sides facing each other. Harry is clearly about to say something, he is just looking for the right words, so you give him all the time he needs.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he softly speaks up. “Not just because… I would be awfully lonely now without Izzy,” he adds with a cheeky chuckle. “I meant it generally. I’m really happy that you’re here.”

“I’m happy to be here too. Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” you smile at him. Breathing out through his nose he closes his eyes for a few seconds before his green irises meet yours again. Leaning closer he kisses you softly, just another way to tell you the same thing he just said with his words a moment ago. Pulling back he settles his head on the pillow and he pulls you into his arms, making you cuddle to his side similar to the way you fell asleep on the couch earlier.

“Good night, Y/N,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Good night, Harry,” you hum back, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, making yourself comfortable in his strong arms.

Harry grumbles lowly when his phone’s alarm goes off in the morning. He might be off from his daddy duties this week, but he is still the CEO of his company and work is calling his name. Sometime during the night the two of you got tangled up in each other. Unlike last night, now Harry is the one snuggled up to you, his heavy arm lying across your stomach, his legs mingled with yours under the sheets as you gently scratch his scalp with one hand, running the other up and down his arm across your stomach. You’re not gonna lie, waking up in a bed with Harry is far more blissful and satisfying than you imagined. Even early in the morning he has such an aura that sweeps you off your feet, the man was surely crafted by the gods.

“You’re gonna be late,” you hum, eyes still closed when he hits the snooze button and snuggles back to you.

“It’s set to when I have to get Izzy ready. We still have some time,” he mumbles against the fabric of your shirt.

You stay in bed a little longer until it really is time to get up. Harry’s morning form is so soft yet still breathtaking, even with his hair tousled and his puffy eyes, he still looks gorgeous and you find it slightly unfair how little effort the man needs to be this perfect.

Harry heads to take a shower and in the meantime you decide to start making breakfast while the coffee is brewing.

“Oh you shouldn’t have,” Harry breathes out with a thankful smile when he arrives downstairs and sees the almost ready breakfast and the smell of coffee hits his nose.

“I have all the time in the world this week,” you chuckle as you fill a plate with eggs and veggies before you slide it over to him on the kitchen island. You fix a plate for yourself as well and join him on the stool beside him.

“So… are you still up for the date?” Harry asks shyly, glancing over at you.

“Didn’t really change my mind since yesterday,” you chuckle.

“Would you be up to do it today?”

“So, eager, huh?” you tease him, nudging him with your shoulder and he just shyly shrugs, trying to push down his smile. “Today works fine for me. What do you have in mind?”

“I’m not ruining the surprise,” he smirks at you, sipping on his coffee.

“Alright, then just tell me the dress code.”

“Wear that lilac dress you wore to that birthday party the other week.”

You know exactly what dress he is talking about, but it stuns you that he actually remembers what you wore two weeks ago. He only saw you for a few minutes before you left, yet he still remembered the dress.

“Alright,” you smile to yourself before turning back to your breakfast.

Though you have a few extra sessions booked for the week, your Monday stayed empty and without Izzy roaming around the house you have to realize that you can easily get bored without her. You got so used to being with her all day long that now being home on your own is so weird.

You spend the first half of the day lounging at the pool, something you’ve been dying to do, but you were too busy with a certain little girl. Then you have a nice lunch and after reading the book you’ve been putting away for weeks, you realize that you’ve run out of things to do. So you text Trevor if he wants a ride home after school and of course he does, so after fixing yourself up you drive down to his school.

“Hi there, how was your day?” you ask when he sits into the car, throwing his backpack to the backseat before he buckles himself up as you back out of the parking spot.

“Fantastic, as always!” he fake cheers, making you laugh.

“Want to get ice-cream?”

“You know I always want ice-cream,” he snorts smirking at you.

You haven’t met Trevor ever since things become kind of… romantic between you and Harry, and you didn’t want to tell him over the phone, so now is the perfect time to break him the news. When the two of you are sitting on the terrace of your favorite ice-cream place, your paper cup filled with chocolate and strawberry ice-cream while he chose mango and cookie dough, you finally start the conversation.

“So, I have news for you.”

“Oh my God,” he breathes out, closing his eyes for a second. “Are you leaving the country?”

“What? No! Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know, but last time you said you had news for me you moved out from home. Figured it might be something similar,” he shrugs, returning to his ice-cream.

“Well, no, I’m not leaving the country.”

“Okay, then what is it?”

“I’m kind of… dating Harry. You know, my boss.” You have no idea why you felt the need to add the last part when he has already met him, but you feel a bit nervous. Trevor is like your best friend and he had a bad feeling about Keith when you started dating him, but you ignored it. If he has a similar feeling about Harry now, you are definitely considering them this time.

“Oh!” his eyebrows shoot up. “What do you mean kind of?”

“Well, we haven’t had our first date yet, it’s happening tonight, but things have… changed.”

“So you slept with him?”

“No, I haven’t,” you chuckle nervously. “We kissed. A few times and… we talked about where it’s heading and we both think it’s going to turn into something… more serious.”

“That’s great!” he smiles at you and it seems completely genuine. “See, I told you it’s gonna happen sooner or later,” he smirks coyly, before he licks his spoon off.

“You were just drawing random assumptions because of his looks and wealth, Trevor. But it’s not about that.”

“Oh, I know you’re not a gold digger,” he teases you, making you roll your eyes at him. “So your first date is tonight? What are you guys doing?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me,” you shrug with a small smile.

“Mysterious,” Trevor wiggles his eyebrows at you. “So he is finally ready to get back on the dating scene, huh?”

“Um, he is working on it. It’s a little hard for him, but he’s been changing for the better.” “That’s great. I’m happy for you,” he smiles at you. “Really, you deserve it after that asshole.”

“Yeah, I hope it’ll go well,” you smile back at him with a sigh before you return to your ice-cream.

After dropping Trevor off at one of his friends you head back home. For your surprise, Harry’s car is already parked on the driveway with another one that doesn’t belong to him when you pull up and walking in you find him with Niall in the kitchen.

“Oh, hi boys!” you greet them.

“Y/N! You are stunning as always!” Niall beams, pulling you into a tight hug right away.

“Thanks,” you chuckle patting his back. “What are you guys up to?”

They share a look and it tells you right away you are not supposed to know whatever they were talking about so you just nod smiling.

“Alright, got it,” you chuckle.

“How was your day?” Harry asks, hoping to change the subject smoothly.

“Great! Met with Trevor, just dropped him off.”

“Oh, how is he doing?”

“He is fine, struggling a little with math lately, but he is doing great,” you chuckle.

“So you have a brother. Do you happen to have a sister, maybe?” Niall asks with a coy smile and while Harry just rolls his eyes at his friend, you can’t help but laugh.

“Sorry, no,” you tell him the bad news. “But… I have a good friend and I think you’d like her.”

“A friend? Do you have a picture of her?” Niall beams, already excited about it. Pulling your phone out you show him a picture of you and Heather so he can have a good look at her. You actually think that Heather and Niall would be a good match, she might even be the girl Niall would give up his bachelor life finally.

“When are we having a double date?” he simply asks, making you and Harry laugh at the same time.

“I’ll see what I can do for you.” You let the boys finish whatever they were doing before you arrived so you go to your room, unwinding a little before you have to start getting ready for the date. Around five there’s a soft knock on your door and as you call out, Harry pops his head inside.

“Hi,” he smiles nervously as the rest of his body walks into your sight.

“Hi!” you smile back, putting your book to the side.

“I just realized I never told you the time when you should be ready tonight,” he chuckles nervously. “Is six good for you?”

“Yeah, that’s great.”

“Alright. Then… see you soon, I guess,” he smiles nodding before he walks out of your room. You can’t help a small chuckle at how nervous he seems about tonight, as if he wasn’t still sure about your feelings for him, when you’ve made it clearer than daylight.

You get the best kind of jitters while getting ready for the date. It’s like you’re in high school again and your crush has finally asked you out so you want to look your best. Since Harry already suggested you what to wear, you don’t have to spend an hour standing in your closet, trying to find the right choice. For the makeup you go for a little smokey look and you do a loose bun styles for your hair, remembering the words your mother always told you when you were a teenager.

“A woman’s greatest and most secret weapon is her neck. Men go crazy if you show them your neck and they don’t even realize it!”

You spray some perfume on yourself and put on a pair of nude heels before packing your necessities into a purse that matches your outfit. You finish with everything just in time, a soft knock signaling that Harry has returned. Checking yourself one last time in the mirror you open the door and reveal him standing at the door, wearing a pair of fitted purple dress pants with a crispy shirt on, matching your dress perfectly. And the cherry on top is the bouquet of red roses in his hands.

“Hi,” he breathes out with a nervous smile and his gaze travels down your figure, a blush tinting his cheeks.

“Hi!”

“You look… beautiful,” he smiles shyly and your heart is fluttering in your chest. It’s really happening, you are going on a date with Harry!

“Thank you,” you chuckle softly.

“These are for you. I know it’s weird that I’m picking you up from your bedroom and I’m not giving you this at the front door, but…” he chuckles as he hands you the flowers.

“It’s really nice, thank you,” you smile, taking the flowers before moving into the bedroom to put them in a vase quickly. Harry takes just about two steps into the room and stops with his hands hidden in his pockets as he eyes every movement of yours before you finish with the flowers and let him know that you’re ready to do. He holds out his hand and you take it gladly as you head out of the house.

He doesn’t tell you where you’re going, not even when you try to annoy him and bully him into finally hinting something, but you should have known that he wouldn’t break. He has a four year old daughter who is constantly bugging him, he has endless patience.

When he parks down in front of a modern apartment complex you kind of get really confused, because nothing around seems like the location you’d choose for a date.

“Are you gonna kidnap me and keep me hostage in one of the apartments here?” you ask him with narrowed eyes as the two of you head inside, taking the elevator up.

“It’s not kidnapping, you came willingly,” he smirks down at you.

“That I did.”

When you’re at one of the apartments you are really lost about what he had planned and he finally breaks your suffering and tells you what’s gonna happen as he keys the two of you into the apartment.

“This is Niall’s place, he let us use it tonight. My mum always says that cooking together is a good first date, because food brings people together and you can easily get to know each other,” he explains as you walk into the modern, but definitely very manly home. “I didn’t want to do it at home, because we are always there, so… Niall was nice enough to lend us his place for our date.”

You see that there are two full grocery bags on the kitchen counter and the table is already set for two, you wonder if Harry was here earlier, or Niall did the work for him. Either way, it’s such a thoughtful gesture and a perfect first date.

“Where is he tonight?” you ask with a small smile.

“He is visiting his mother, for a change,” Harry chuckles, knowing well you thought he would be out with a woman probably. “He said he won’t be back until later tomorrow so we can even sleep here, but I thought it would be better if we went home.”

“So what are we making?” you ask curiously as you peek into one of the grocery bags.

“We are going to attempt to make gnocchi with some killer tomato sauce. And brownies for dessert,” he adds with a small smile.

“That sounds great, what can I help with?”

“Let me just quickly pack everything out and then we have to peel the potatoes, yeah?”

“Alright,” you nod, your gaze wandering over to the spacious living room. “Can I look around?”

“Sure,” he nods while he is already elbows deep in one of the bags.

Niall’s place looks like it came right off the pages of an interior design magazine, the furnishing is modern and more on the dark color range, but not too much to make it appear depressing. Right next to his huge TV there’s a floor to ceiling bookcase filled with books mostly about music and art and you realize you don’t even know what Niall does for a living. It just never came up between his heavy flirting sessions.

“I never asked, but what does Niall do?” you ask calling out to Harry.

“Oh, he is a freelancer music producer. Tried to offer him a permanent spot at my company, but he prefers his freedom, like with everything else in his life,” he chuckles. “But he is a good one, we used to make music together when we were younger.”

Just as he says that, you spot a picture of the two of them on the shelves and your lips part in a bit of a shock when you realize that Harry used to have long hair. Leaning closer you inspect the photo better and you feel like you’re looking at two entirely different people. Niall’s hair was bleached blonde which is already enough to make him like another version of himself, but Harry is definitely the biggest shocker. He was rocking some loose shirt with the top buttons left undone, his necklace with the cross pendant peeking out and though the photo ends somewhere above his knees, you can tell that he is wearing skinny jeans, something you never thought you would ever see him in.

“You had long hair?” you ask joining him in the kitchen. Harry’s eyes shoot up to him, then he looks in the direction of the living room, a smile tugging on his lips as he probably remembers what photo you must have just seen.

“Uh, yeah. Yes I did, when I was about 21 or 22.”

“I could hardly believe that was you in the picture, with the long locks and the skinny jeans,” you tease him.

“Yeah, I was a lot different then, but after all, it’s been an entire decade since then,” he sniggles.

“Why did you cut it?”

“Um, I was pretty new in the business back then and had a few assholes telling me that it’s not too masculine and all that. It was a time when I cared more about others’ opinion than I should have so I kind of gave in and cut it.”

“I’m sorry they ruined it for you. But I’m glad you don’t care about others that much now,” you smile at him softly. Harry’s eyes flicker down to his painted nails and ring-clad fingers and you just know what he is about to ask before he even speaks up.

“Does it… bother you? That I paint my nails and stuff?”

“No,” you shake your head confidently. “Not at all. I mean, I never saw you without them, but at this point I think it wouldn’t even feel right,” you add with a small laugh that brings Harry’s smile back as well. Stepping closer you kiss his shoulder softly before turning your focus on the food in front of you. “So, let’s peel these bad boys!”

It’s the first time you and Harry actually work together in the kitchen for more than just five minutes. He is always in control at home, taking over everything with Izzy and you know it’s a good bonding time for them, so you never even tried to push your way into it without their invitation. But now the bonding is all about you and him and so far you’ve been a great team. The cutest thing is that he brought you matching aprons to protect your clothes and you look like you are in some cooking show for sure.

You keep asking questions from each other while working on the food, Harry asks you some more about your childhood and teenage years and he shares stories from college where he had this friend group of five. Niall was part of the group as well and he said he is still in touch with the other boys, but they all do very different things now, the other three are already fathers themselves and live far away, so they don’t get to see each other that much.

You are making the little dumplings while Harry is on duty for cooking them, relentlessly fishing them out of the boiling water once they swim up to the top. When that’s done, Harry starts making the sauce while you take care of the brownies. It all works out well, everything gets done easily and while the dessert is in the oven you start eating what you just created.

“Mm, this sauce is really good!” you hum when you take the first bite.

“It’s my mum’s recipe,” he smiles proudly.

At the beginning of the evening you could tell that he felt nervous, not essentially about being with you, but probably because of the thought of going on a date in general. But as time passed by and he got more and more comfortable in the situation, you could see him loosen up and calm his nerves, so now that you are eating the dinner you made together and drinking a glass of fine wine, talking about anything and everything, you feel like he is actually enjoying something he was probably terrified from before.

When the brownies are done the two of you take advantage of the nice evening weather and Niall’s amazing balcony, moving out to the lounge chairs, munching on the dessert with the skyline of the city in front of you. At one point you start playing a game of would you rather, and after a while you ask each other the most random things, cracking each other up continuously. You don’t even realize and it’s already past ten, you completely talked the evening away, but you don’t regret any of it.

You clean up Niall’s place, leaving it just the way you got it, putting some leftovers into his fridge for him as a thank you for lending you his place before you head out.

Harry keeps a hand on you at all times on the way home, he is either holding your hand over the console, or rests his palm on your thigh above your knee, but either way, he just keeps the physical touch up always. Not that you mind, you are doing kind of the same, enjoying his closeness.

Arriving home you can feel a kind of tension growing, but not a bad kind. You want him. Your desire to go further than just kissing has grown immensely tonight, but you have no idea how he feels about taking it further and you don’t want to push him past his boundaries.

“Want to… sleep with me again?” he shyly asks when you’re going up the stairs.

“Yeah, I would love that,” you smile at him, giving him a quick peck on his cheek.

When you part ways in the hallway he probably expects you to do your night time routine, but you have other plans. Grabbing your polaroid camera you pad your way over to his room, knocking on the door, hoping he is not in the shower yet. When he calls out for you, he is standing at his dresser, the first few buttons of his shirt are already undone, but he is still dressed.

“I just thought that… we could snap a picture as a nice memento of our first date,” you shyly explain to him, holding the camera up.

“Oh, yeah! Okay, how do you... how should we…?” he looks around the room and you step to his dresser, placing the camera to the top of it.

“It’s got a timer,” you explain as you set it up and tell him where to stand so you can check if he is in the frame. When it’s all set, you glance back at him. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” he nods shyly. You push the button and step back to him. “What should we…” he starts, but you already know what you want the picture to be like.

Cupping his face in your hands you pull him down and kiss him sweetly, for the first time tonight. You’ve noticed he hasn’t tried to kiss you all night, being a gentleman, but you’ve been craving it since he showed up at your door with the roses.

He hesitates for a moment, but eventually curls his arms around you, kissing you back softly. The timer goes off and the flash indicates that the photo has been taken. Pulling back you smile at him before taking the photo from the camera, setting it to the side to develop. Harry steps behind you, his arms coming to curl around your waist and you turn in his hold to face him.

“Hi,” you smile at him giddily. “Thanks for today.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he answers softly, making your heart flutter. You press your lips at his, kissing him hard and passionate, like you wanted all evening. He is quick to return the kiss with just as much passion as you put into it, his hands finding your waist as he slowly pulls you with him until the back of his legs hit the bed. He sits down and pulls you with him so you sit on his lap straddling him, never breaking the kiss as you settle in his arms, his hands roaming up and down your back.

Your kisses move from his delicious lips to his chiseled jawline and down his neck, your fingers working on the buttons of his dress shirt. You want him, you need him, he is all you can think about and the taste of his skin on your tongue is making you lose your mind.

His hands move up your thighs right to your bum, giving it a good squeeze, making you moan against the crook of his neck.

“Fuck,” he growls, throwing the two of you to the bed, getting on top of you before his lips attack yours, kissing you with a demand heatedly. His lips move smoothly against yours, devouring you with every suck and lick, making you dizzy in the head with such little effort.

He starts kissing down your neck, through your collarbone and whatever is showing in your dress on your chest. Your fingers lace through his messy curls, keeping him close to you as you try to control your moans and gasps. His fingers hook under the thin straps of your dress and he is about to pull them down when he stops, breathing heavily against your skin.

Harry lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours as he is panting through his parted lips and you cup his cheeks in your hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me,” you tell him softly, knowing well his mind is probably racing right now.

“I just…” he starts quietly. “I haven’t been with anyone since… Maggie,” he admits in a whisper and your gaze softens on him.

“And I haven’t been with anyone since Keith,” you admit truthfully. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. I’m fine with just sleeping if that’s all you want to do.”

“No, I want to… I want to do things, I just… I’m not used to it, I guess,” he breathes out as you run your fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay. We can take it slow. Whatever you feel comfortable with,” you assure him pecking his lips softly.

“Is it… Is it okay if we just… touch?” He is clearly feeling a bit embarrassed to ask, but you will not make him feel bad for asking for whatever he wants. Pulling him down for another kiss you smile up at him.

“Touching is perfect. It’s all up to you,” you tell him and see the gratitude in his eyes right away.

Removing yourself off of his lap you climb back on the bed, pulling him with you until he is holding himself up above you. Your eyes meet for a second again before leaning down he kisses you slowly, taking his time with you. He is holding himself up on one arm while his other hand finds your hip, gently squeezing it when his tongue slides into your mouth through the kiss. Your hands move down his chest and you start unbuttoning his shirt until it falls open and he shimmies it off with a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get rid of the dress too,” you breathe out, reaching down for the hem of your dress, pulling it up until it’s off, leaving you in only your underwear. You’re wearing a matching set with a strapless bra and as you lie back on the bed Harry’s eyes basically devour you, his gaze running up and down your body several times.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he breathes out before leaning down and kissing you again, his hand cupping your side before wandering over to your stomach and up to your chest. He runs his hand over your chest, gently squeezing it, making you moan into the kiss.

“And you’re wearing too much clothes,” you grin as you reach down and start undoing his purple pants you ogled him quite often tonight. Harry chuckles as he holds himself up for you to work the button and the zipper on his pants before he takes over the task and gets rid of them himself, leaving him in only his boxer briefs and you have to hold yourself back from gasping when you see the growing bulge between his legs.

You don’t get to eye him for too long, because he is back to kissing you, his body pressing up against yours as you let your hands roam his strong back, his skin burning under your touch. His lips travel down the line of your neck to your chest and his hand snakes behind your back, but he stops before he could do anything with the clasp of your bra. Glancing up at you he gives you a questioning glare, asking for your permission.

“You can take it off,” you softly tell him nodding. His fingers are quick to undo it and a moment later you’re lying with a bare chest underneath him. His hand moves to your chest again and he kneads your breast again, this time with nothing between your skin and his palm. You whimper under his touch, you’ve been so starved to be touched this way and now that it’s happening, it’s hard to control yourself, but Harry doesn’t seem to mind seeing you react to what he is doing.

His lips return to your mouth and while he kisses you with so much passion, he slowly lays himself down next to you, so you’re facing each other sideways on the bed. He pulls you closer to him until you’re flushed against his hard chest and while your hand roams around his shoulders and back, his palm slides down your spine, over your waist until he calms bum, pushing you even closer to him. His clothed erection presses against your thigh and you can’t help but whimper his name at the feeling.

His kisses slow down and his touch loosens on you until he pulls back, seemingly just for air, but you can tell his head is starting to race again, spiraling thoughts taking over his mind.

“Do you want me to take over control?” you softly ask him, pushing his unruly curls out of his forehead. His gaze softens and he nods shortly with gratefulness lacing through his look.

He watches you intently as you push yourself up into a sitting position, he rolls to his back and keeps his gaze on you as you hook your fingers into your panties, getting rid of them before doing the same for him with his boxers. He lifts his hips up as you pull down the elastic material, revealing his hard cock to your greedy eyes. You want nothing more than to taste him, but he said he just wants to touch so you don’t try to overstep his limits, leaving this desire of yours to another time. Instead, you lean down, capturing his lips in a sweet, reassuring kiss that everything is going fine to calm his nerves as much as you can, while you place your palm to his lower stomach, moving down slowly until you find his hard cock, wrapping your hand around his length and giving it a few gentle stroke.

“Fuck,” he breathes out against your parted lips and you can’t push a smile down.

You kiss his lips, his cheeks, his jawline, everywhere around his face while you keep pumping him, spreading some of his precum down his length to help your hand move smoother. Your actions awaken something in him, he grabs your face in both his hands, kissing you hard before he pushes you to your back, becoming the one on top. He parts your legs with pushing a knee between your thighs and while you keep up with your motions, he gets down to action as well. One of his large palms runs down your abdomen, stroking your lower belly gently before it moves to your inner thigh, spreading you even more for him before you feel his touch on your heated and dripping wet core. First, he just teasingly runs two fingers through your folds, testing how wet you are and when he realizes that you are more than ready to whatever he has planned, he moves his thumb to your sensitive clit, drawing circles with the pad of his finger, sending a wave of pleasure up your spine immediately.

“Harry!” you moan his name, running your thumb over the head of his cock that makes him gasp and stop his motions for a moment before he returns to pleasuring you.

He buckles his hips into your touch while his fingers move down from your clit until he is teasing your entrance, just circling around it but not pushing into you. Rolling your hips you signal him that you want the teasing to end and he luckily gets the hint, slowly sliding two fingers inside you, curling them gently and it makes your eyes roll back immediately. He rests his forehead on your shoulder as he starts moving his fingers in and out of you while you try your best to keep up your pumping motion as well, moving your other hand to his balls to give him some of that extra pleasure and he seems to be liking what you’re doing, because your name keeps falling from his lips as keeps fingering you, curling his digits just the right way inside you from time to time.

“Fuck, Y/N, I won’t last long,” he pants, his lips brushing against your neck before he kisses the soft skin above your collarbone.

“It’s alright. Just want you to feel good, H,” you assure him, though you’re getting closer to your release as well.

“Are you close?” he asks out of breath, still holding himself up above you, leaning onto his other arm next to your head.

“Yeah, don’t stop,” you nod, turning your head so your lips could meet for a kiss again.

You can tell he is trying hard to hold himself back, to stretch it out as long as he can. A torturous look tugs on his face and you kiss his temple, wanting nothing more than to see him finally reach the peak.

“Let go, H. It’s alright,” you whisper against his skin and he whines at your words before you feel his cock jerk in your hand and he cums under your touch.

You keep stroking him as he rides his high, gasping and panting your name while he spills his semen onto your naked stomach. His fingers stopped moving inside you as he found his relief, but as soon as you feel him recovering from his orgasm, he goes right back to where he left it, desperately wanting to pleasure you as well.

“Harry!” you moan when he hits a specific spot inside you, tingling your nerves just right, your hands come to clasp onto his broad shoulders.

“Cum for me, babe. Let me see you feel good,” he whispers before his lips occupy your mouth again, kissing you with so much passion and vigor, your senses are starting to overload.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you gasp feeling your toes curl and Harry picks his pace up, his thumb coming in contact with your clit as he tries to make you reach your high.

And then it finally happens. You stop breathing for a moment, the intensity of it washing over your whole body. It’s been so long since you felt this good with anyone, and just the thought of doing this with Harry probably adds a lot to the equation.

He slows his fingers down, but makes sure to curl them inside you every time he pumps them in, and you repeat his name over and over again until you finally catch your breath. Your gaze meets his, and you see a happy and satisfied shine in his green irises as he leans down and kisses you sweetly, pulling his fingers out of you gently.

“M’gonna get a towel,” he murmurs, pecking your lips one last time before he gets up from the bed and walks into the bathroom while you lie on his bed, totally gone and worn out from your orgasm. Harry comes back with a damp washcloth and cleans up the mess he made on you before gently moving to between your legs, taking such good care of you. He drops the cloth to the floor, not wanting to leave the bed again as he pulls the covers over your bodies, pulling you into his arms.

“How are you feeling?” you softly ask, pecking his toned chest.

“I’m good.”

Lifting your head you search for his eyes, wanting to make sure he didn’t regret any of it, but he seems calm and rested for a change. Smiling up at him you push yourself up a little so you can connect your lips before you snuggle back to his side and let yourself slowly drift off to sleep, listening to his steady heartbeat under your face.

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[coolpolarbear123]

Band Camp Day 4

I'm sore in muscles that I didn't even know I had. Which is saying something since I took a 300-level anatomy class last semester

August 18th, 2021

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this is,,, late:

Forgive me, I know how late this is, but band camp got hectic really fast, and then classes started, and I'm trying to do these now while I remember

today's senior prank: plastic wrapping the tower. It went very well

when rehearsal started, our band director immediately said that he was taking the two drill instructor librarians to make pregame drill copies, so that's where I went

we learned how to copy drill, and apparently we missed the snake, which was a huge thing last year (bc piccs started and dominated it)

and we missed step-2 drill, which I'm completely okay with

tho when the drill instructors demonstrated it, apparently my SL had to go up in my place so that it'd be an even amount of people, which I'm actually okay with bc that makes sense, and it's not ML2

i mean what

anyway, back in the copy room, my accomplice and I were counting how many drill charts each section needed, then labelling the sections with sticky notes. I drew a bear on each sticky note

THAT REMINDS ME

I drew a lot of bears yesterday, and none of them stuck for more than two hours. it's been a really hot and sweaty week

oh also our band director mentioned that he's leaving for a funeral tomorrow night?

anyway, about an hour and a half later (10am), we returned to the field and handed out drill

the drill instructors were then called to go get numbers (basically we each get a number, and the drill instructors are told which numbers are for which section)

and I guess everyone was talking about the bears? bc my DI got up there and was like "wait, you guys are getting bears?" and then showed the piccolo sticky note, which reads "diccalos" with a drawing of a penis

that penis is poorly drawn and captioned "this is clearly a pair of scissors"

the mello DI took a picture he thought it was so funny, which has been fueling my serotonin levels

and!! people kept mentioning that they liked the bears! I was very excited about it

we learned the first half of pregame. I got the same spot as last year, surprisingly. And I'm next to more piccs, which is also really cool

the drumline's been facing a lot of issues with not knowing what number of people should go on which instrument bc things keep getting switched around by various people

this caused a lot of confusion on the field when there were 6 snares but only 5 charted snare parts

and our band director was NOT happy about it. He kept saying useless stuff like "it seems like you found a place, just use that" and other things like that

one of my good friends is on drumline and she cried. Apparently her drill instructor was really close to crying too

lunch time/passport to campus (a thing that helps people check in and does not apply to me since I live off campus and am a senior)

although we did get lunch from 12-3 because of that. I had time to shower, which was so nice

I currently am drenched in sweat as I type this, tho, so it does sorta feel like it was for nothing

the clarinets started sitting with us, and our freshman is talking to their freshmen, which is really good bc she needs friends who aren't just seniors. I'm very excited

okay but also during lunch we heard some CRAZY tea like. There's this sophomore clarinet player who wanted to get with this sophomore drumline dude and they were this close but APPARENTLY she has chlamydia like wtf and then he blocked her on all social media they had each other on?? and then she kept trying to add him on everything?

AND the drumline is recruiting, so she's like "imma switch to drumline" so yikes @ the drumline good luck

we had outdoor playing rehearsal since we can't be in the band room and ig the previous room we were using is now being occupied by people returning to campus or smthn idk

also the music librarians asked one of the old librarians for help with something EVEN THOUGH us drill librarians knew how to do it so um

we started playing songs that we're gonna do in our first halftime show, and the key signature on the first one is funky, so he had us play that scale, and the piccs sounded so bad that he relocated us so that we could spend time tuning

well the problem was that one of us was playing the wrong scale so yes i'm sure we sounded out of tune

but then we had to tune everyone, then we did it note by note, and then half an hour later we rejoined the band

our band director was like "some of them are smiling, some... aren't" that was awkward

and then we played some more, and at one point he's like "drumline only play this" and then they did, and we politely, softly, clapped

emphasis on SOFTLY and the band director got mad because we shouldn't congratulate them for not being good

like jesus fuck give the drumline a break

and then to top it off, we didn't even get sectionals. the closest we got to sectionals was the piccs tuning

there's also this random man who's standing with our band director, but the kick is that I know who this random man is

my friend from drumline said that her old band director was coming to be our sub while our band director was away for the funeral

sure enough, we got the intro. he's our sub, he's taught 7 people in the band, etc, etc, alumni of my uni, played sousa, etc etc

then we had dinner, which was the last free meal we got for band camp. The pickings were slim, but it was all fine. the other drill librarian didn't sit with the piccs and that was mmmmmm bc I get that she's trying to be an Older Sister to one of the fish clarinets but pls sit with your section

Then we were back outside for more marching rehearsal, where we learned the rest of pregame, marching AND playing. Which like. Yeah, that's pretty on track for a normal band camp? Usually it's good by Thursday and today is Wednesday, so not bad!

I'm mostly worried because two years ago, we didn't do a lot of pregame during band camp and he got angry during the season when we didn't know it very well like

maybe you should have stuck to your normal schedule

also I fckn hate the pregame song. Hooray for Hollywood can suck my rectum

our band director said we might do halftime drill tomorrow? which means the other drill librarian and I have more to print? maybe? tomorrow morning?

our fifth year DI was noncompliant! for the first time in five years! our DM made sure the band knew that

also two other piccs haha. picc party in the noncompliance

half the band was noncompliant which kinda... wasn't fun bc it takes the purpose out. It's not as humiliating when everyone's doing it with you

it's kinda bc the mellos are doing the thing that the trombones do, where when one is noncompliant, everyone is, and personally I think that should Only be a trombone thing

it's better and funnier when only one section does it

after singing the alma mater and fight song, we flash mobbed dance again

the after band camp stuff was trivia night, which didn't have a huge turn out, but it was fun. I learned that I HATE one of the clarinet freshmen.

[sargentr]

my fave drarry fics of all time, part one

so, after discovering i’ve officially been reading drarry fanfic for 4 years now, i decided to show my (quite big) list of favorite drarry fics. there are 46 in total, but i’ve listed 10 down below. the first three are my absolute favorites but the rest are equally as good

most of my notes are fresh from when i wrote them post-reading. i’ve changed some, seeming less like a crazy unstable bitch, but fuck these were all emotional as fuck. enjoy

ps: i dont really know how to tag people i dont follow. i cant try and tag the authors later. soz!!

pps: most of these i read when i was really into a bottom!draco phase, so most of them contain that, some are switch tho (as it should be, yikes past me)

1. Everything That Happen is From Now On / ~43K 

After surviving a brutal assault, Draco tries to navigate the tumultuous waters of his mind, and embrace a bit of love and trust in his life. After all, the smallest steps forward can begin to heal the most fractured of souls

okay so before i get in to how beautiful this story is, i wanna say that it does touch on rape quite explicitly. i cried like an idiot reading the entire thing, because draco’s pain is navigated in the most beautiful and realistic way. it touches on a subject very risky for me, very personal, and i still can’t think of a better drarry story. draco’s very draco about it all, and harry is very harry about it all. it’s just perfect, and messy, and tender, and sad. i’ve reread it more than any other fic, and it doesn’t disappoint. 

2. Pocket Full of Starlight / ~46K

When Scorpius Malfoy and Jamie Potter meet at Quidditch camp, they take an instant dislike to each other. Then they discover their lives are more connected than they could possibly imagine.

ah yes. the magic of kid fics. the TASTE

parent trap au. i read this one recently, like 3 months back, and absolutely fell in love with everything about it, partially because the parent trap is legit one of my top 10 favorite movies of all time. its just. the essence, the IDEA, is soooo mf beautiful. i cant get enough of reading when harry or draco finally meet the other twin, or how they cant stop loving each other even after 11 years. my heart clenched throughout the whole thing. 

3. Temptations on the Warfront / ~180K

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes. 

this was the first drarry fic ive ever read, and before this mf i HATEDDD this pairing. so you can imagine how much it took to convince me otherwise, bc i was 100% scorbus before this.

to be fair, horcrux hunting with draco involved is, possibly, my favorite trope ever. its unique. theres tension, both sexual and life threatening. in some ways it romanticizes the war, but fuck it it aint a real war. 

slowest of burns. amazing. life changing. long as hell. nothing else to be said except read it right now i demand it.

4. Clouding the Senses / ~58K

As everyone returns to Hogwarts for a final eighth year, some people are coping better with the aftermath of the war than others. After encountering a very drunk Draco Malfoy one night, Harry realises that maybe those that lost loved ones aren’t the only ones trying to escape the war. Blaise Zabini seems to think Harry can help Malfoy, that the Slytherin might actually listen to him. Harry is not so sure. Dependence is a tricky thing, and one addiction can quickly shift to another.

everyone that reads drarry loves 8th year fics, but this ones just kinda different from all those normal (yet entertaining) ones. draco’s an alcoholic in this, and one night harry tries to help him and whoops, one thing leads to the other and they start having casual sex. its really, really amazing how both draco and harry navigate the addiction, i really cant say it has any flaws. 

i know the author got a lot of hate on their fics and thats why they took them down, but they’re truly one of the best drarry authors out there. i’ve reread this a couple of times, and the tenderness, the love and confusion is all very on character. a+

5. Restraint / ~153K

Someone casts the Imperius curse on Draco Malfoy, and whatever the instructions may be, Harry finds himself an unwilling target. The encounter leaves him torn between pleasure and revulsion. As they fight in the aftermath, a tense game begins. Harry fights to convince Malfoy, and himself, that he was not affected by that initial encounter, or any of those following it.

Faced with a series of escalating encounters, Harry must come to terms with desiring things he never thought he could, things he wishes he didn’t respond to. They each use signs of arousal as weapons against each other in a mad struggle to finally shame the other into backing down for good. 

But it’s only after the game is over that Harry starts to understand.

this is by the same author of clouding the senses, and i read this just this week. at first, it’s shocking, because it plays around with consent in a very unsettling way. when communication comes in, and its starts getting healthier, you can really understand where the author found the idea of playing with consent. it is, in my opinion, 100% characteristic of how they would behave post-war, with that grief and confusion. it’s also dom/sub in some parts, and that’s mf hot. 

it also has my favorite tropes in it, but it’s a spoiler to say which one. i’ll probably mention the trope in the list along with a bunch others, but when u finish reading you’ll know which one ;)

6. Humbug / ~30K

Draco has been taking his casual relationship with Harry for granted. Visits from four key ghosts the night before Christmas just might shake up his priorities in life.

(felt like it was valid to just paste what i wrote in my notes app after reading this)

(FUCKKKKKK HOW TO EVEN START?!!!?? just a fucking bonus, draco is THE best bottom o ever exist i love my bottom son so much. this story isnt only amazing it’s excruciatingly painful to read, harry and draco have been sleeping together but harry is completely in love with him. draco doesnt see how much harry cares for him or how much hes hurting harry by treating their fling like its just that, a FLING. with that, draco is haunted by three ghosts. one of the past, the present and the future, AND THEY SET THAT IDIOT STRAIGHTTTT 1800000/10. the gays DO KEEP MF WINNING!!!

7. in your arms, rests my world / ~24K

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

“You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

the friends with benefits trope doesnt ever disappoint, top 5 tropes fr, especially if its also 8th year. harry and draco get into their little thing, but of course nothing ever is simple between them. by the preview, you can clearly see how much draco likes harry (also another 10/10 trope, the ‘i’ve been in love with harry potter since i was 11′ one). my only tiny issue with this is that harry fucks it up just a tad, but it of course adds up to the drama of it all, which i absolutely love.

noting it also touches on non-con/rape and, and all in all, is extremely angsty. one i was tense from beginning to end. but i am gonna say it ends amazingly and v happily.

8. Playing the Hero / ~29K

Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like he duelled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free...

so the thing about angst is that it ignites that mf feeling side u that even tho it hurts you cannot get enough of. this fic was EVERYTHINGGG. it made cry and laugh and smile. also another trope i absolutely adore is them breaking up and not being 100% ok with that, bc ding ding!! YALL STILL LOVE EACH OTHER!! 

i cant describe how i felt, honestly. i would just paste my notes (i wont bc spoilers) but it looks like i went thru sum shit. deadass

9. fine i’ll hold my breath / till i forget it’s complicated  / ~ 15K with the two parts

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

u know, fluff is a drug. i dont know if its beucase 90% of drarry fics are about angsty get-togethers, but i had butterflies in my stomach when i read this. its adorable. draco is so clearly in love, he jusT SMILES A LOT I CANTTT. 

its cute. i love it to death. have some fluff before starting your day.

10. Un Noël très parisien / ~14K

When Draco crossed paths with Auror Potter at a political function in Paris, he was not expecting their former animosity to change into something rather more intriguing. But he could be certain their casual flirtation would not last more than the night, couldn't he?

look. i know i named a lot of my favorite tropes here, but i cant end this without mentioning how much single dad draco affects me. i love scorpius and how much he changes draco in every fic he appears. i love parent draco and i shant be silent about it (especially when scorpius is legit just a year old in this. i died)

as it states, harry and draco have a one night stand but draco thinks thats it, that it was all he was ever gonna have. he’s wrong of course, and the path it takes, with both scorpius and harry there, just melted my mf heart.

well kids that’s all i have for now. imma work on a part two with 10 other fics i really love!1

[lovevalley45]

alrighty y’all i’m making my most ambitious post abt trying to figure out the timelines of legends and that’s figuring out behrad’s zodiac sign

okay so in a previous joke i laid out my timeline for the last half of s4 but i stopped after 4x12 but just as a recap

and even tho i never finished the dates for the rest of the season i proposed that ‘egg macguffin’ picks up january 7, 2019 (monday) and thus 4x14, 4x15, and 4x16 take place within the rest of the week with ‘heyworld’ spanning from january 11th (friday) and january 12th (saturday)

this timeline is VERY important bc we see baby z n her mom during those last two episodes and that helps us determine when behrad was born

in my own timeline i had them go home to celebrate his birthday in march but as i’ve established, my timeline is a good month and a half off from the actual show’s timeline. but bc of the nature of my AU, it’s very easy to calculate that date

n that’s bc, lads, it is indeed organized by how far along zari was in her pregnancy

according to my handy dandy outline, the two of them go to their parent’s house to celebrate when she’s eight weeks along. i used a hypothetical date of conception (feb 12) to calculate her due date, which lines up with ‘seance and sensibility’

so, we add six weeks to the weekend of dec 15-16 to get a hypothetical birthday! easy!

but as i calculated i realized i had made a grave error

going from the canon timeline i accommodated for the holidays bc like... come on. which adds an extra two weeks that wasn’t there in my original calculations (meaning, i had a much shorter gap between 4x12 and 4x13 to explain how she could miss missing a period bc of the chaos)

so okay. that six week method wouldn’t work bc that would assume that behrad was born literally one week after heyworld and i’m no expert, but i doubt his mom was that far along

HOWEVER if we stick with the assumption that behrad was born THREE weeks after heyworld, we have a time frame to guess from! bingo!

three weeks after january 11th-12th puts his birthday around early february (feb 1 - feb 2, to be exact, though anywhere from jan 28th to feb 3rd gives more flexibility) and THAT my friends makes our dear behrad, lovely air totem bearer, an aquarius

according to the best resource on the zodiac out there, aquarians (why do they get a fancy name) are “independent and enigmatic”. b/c i had to look it up, that’s just a fancy word for mysterious. they also have a strong sense of social justice and making the world a better place, and are “very concerned about others, not because of how others treat them or how they want others to treat them.”

some more things from that article which like, tbh, i think #1 and #5 are the only ones that might be true based on what we have seen

anyways. did i spend a half hour doing stupid math for astrology? yes. do i regret it? just a wee bit

(hey coulda been worse he was nearly an aries)

[sophiexrph]

sophie’s guide to writing overnight camp staff

what am i doing writing this in the middle of fall/winter, you ask? good question. i was being nostalgic today and thought that this might help some of you out ! if you want to write a character who worked at an overnight camp at any point in their lives, here’s a little guide :)

disclaimer ! i went to a jewish overnight camp in the midwest ! many experiences may differ from mine, but i’m just gonna write out my own experience, and people who went to other kinds of overnight camps can feel free to add to this if they’d like ! this is going to get long, so i’m going to put it under a cut :) here we go ! please feel free to message me if you have any questions too !

staff at my camp were allowed to start working at the camp at age seventeen or so - when you’re going into your senior year of high school. 

staff come from all over ! i want to say that a majority at my camp were campers when they were younger, but there’s also international staff ! there’s this thing called camp convention (or something like that idk i never actually went) where a bunch of camps travel abroad to hire staff ! our international staff mainly came from israel, the uk, and australia :) 

staff usually get one full day off a week (evening->evening; i.e. monday evening->tuesday evening)

staff at a jewish camp do not have to be jewish ! most of our international staff were not jewish, and they typically got shabbat (friday evening->saturday evening) off work

with that being said, at my jewish camp, we did celebrate shabbat every week ! that means sundresses and khakis my dudes

staff do not make a lot of money; it’s like a running joke how little money is made. i can’t remember exact figures but it’s something ridiculous like $3000 for the whole summer (we had 7 weeks of camp+1 staff week before camp started). that’s only $3000 for 8 weeks of 24/7 work. people come back year after year bc they love camp, it’s definitely not the pay lmao

camps have traditions ! we had a bunch, but to list a few; color wars towards the end of camp, where the camp’s split up into 5 teams to fight for victory - it’s is very divisive, people love it or hate it, and the people who love it go all in -- there are a few years that i lost my voice bc of it. staff auction at the end of the summer, where staff make things that are centered around camp and sell them to other staff members. staff scholarship where hardworking staff are awarded money to use towards school. cw night was the last night of camp where the whole camp gathers in the dining hall and sings songs and watches the videos that the video activities made during session and cries.

speaking of traditions - songs ! lots of camps have songs that they sing all summer, every summer. our camp’s songs included brown eyed girl by van morrison, circle game by joni mitchell, closer to fine by the indigo girls, have you ever seen the rain by creedence clearwater revival, lean on me by bill withers, and sweet home alabama by lynyrd skynyrd (for some reason). there are also songs exclusive to the last night of camp that are designed to make people cry about leaving camp. these included leaving on a jet plane by john denver, save tonight by eagle-eye cherry, good riddance by green day, cat’s in the cradle by harry chapin, and, at the very end of the night, all the lights come up and everyone stands in a circle with their cabin and sings bless this house, which i now realize is not an actual song outside of jewish overnight camp communities - the lyrics are as followed: 

Bless this house for we are all together // Bless us all, we may not meet again // Think of all the happiness we’ve found here // Take it home and share it with a friend // Come along, sing a song, and you’ll never say goodbye // And you’ll see, and agree, friendships won need never die.

camp life is divided up into groups by campers’ age (and typically counselors’ age!) into groups called villages ! the youngest village of campers (and therefore youngest staff) were 2nd-5th graders, then it was 6th & 7th graders, 8th & 9th graders, and finally 10th graders in the last one. the older staff are typically put with the older villages, and you typically move up with the campers you were assigned to in years prior (not necessarily the same cabin, but the same village !) that way, you get to watch as your campers grow and mature, which can be the weirdest thing.

camp days are very structured ! for my camp, it went like this: wake up->morning assembly (where the whole village gets together and tries to wake up before breakfast)-> breakfast -> cabin clean up -> cabin activity/instructional swim (depending on the age of the campers!) -> activities (that the campers sign up for at the beginning of the session, staff accompany the campers to the activities) -> lunch -> rest hour -> free swim (where campers can choose to go to the pool or to the lake) -> more activities -> free time (all of camp is open, campers choose to go where they want!) -> dinner -> evening program (planned by the staff typically the night before -> camper lights out -> staff meeting -> staff to bed

there are more than one type of counselors ! my camp had counselors and specialists. counselors stay with their campers all day, aside from during activity times, when they choose which activity to attend for the day. specialists are hired to work in a focus area in camp ! whether that’s the ropes course or the art shack or the pottery barn or the basketball courts or the stables, these are typically people with experience in the area to lead activities throughout the day and rejoin their cabin for meals and at night ! there are also supervisors. these are two supervisors per village and one per specialty area (think ropes supervisor, art supervisor, sports supervisor, etc). these are typically the oldest staff, and people who are juniors in college (age 21 or so for the youngest village) and above.

speaking of cabins, there are typically 4 staff members to a cabin, two counselors and two specialists, and about 15-20 campers in a cabin. that means there’s about 1 staff member to every 4-5 campers in the morning and at night, and 1 counselor member to every 10 campers or so during the day when the specialists are doing their focus area related things.

camp hook ups are real my dude. everyone (including campers) knows which staff are hooking up. sometimes, those hook ups last more than one summer, and sometimes those hook ups become marriages ! my favorite staff member when i was a camper married his camp girlfriend last fall and i was so excited for the two of them. there’s another staff couple getting married this summer. it happens !

yes, everyone wears those tacky tie dye shirts. and everyone is excited to make and wear those tacky tie die shirts. 

some staff, but not all, have camp nicknames that they only go by at camp. my first couple of years, there was a staff member named lauren who went by toaster. others use their hometown or an abbreviated version of the name of their hometown. some use abbreviation of their last names (ie stallsman->stalls).

camp food is Not Good. after campers went to bed, i know more than a few staff members who would take their cars out into the real world to get fast food and bring it back !

speaking of cars at camp, there aren’t many, and you don’t see them at mine ! the parking lot is around the corner on the road into camp so as not to remind homesick campers that there’s people who leave every week for breaks. i want to say there were about 20 spots in our parking lot and about 150 staff members ! people typically arrange rides home for days off. 

international staff are paired with host families for their days off so they always have someplace to go to where they’ll be welcome. host families are campers’ parents who sign up to help out !

the camp community is very tight knit. people will talk to each other all throughout the year and get excited to come back to camp every summer. it’s hard to say goodbye when the time comes for summer internships and jobs, but there are always going to be camp friends to come back to. 

camp makes people more outgoing, hardworking, and, in my opinion, happier. it becomes a second home for you to become the best version of yourself and makes you want to come back year after year. 

EDIT TO ADD: cell phones are only allowed for staff at camp ! you can only use them when campers are not around as per camp rules, but not all staff follow that rule ! i’ve seen staff use their phones for pictures on shabbat, or youtube videos in the cabins before lights out ! other staff use their phones for daily camp related things like playing music for wake up/cabin clean up. campers are not allowed to have phones and their phones will be confiscated if they’re caught with them !

[thecollegefootballguy]

The Top 25 Teams of the Decade: #2 Ohio State

Hello everybody, we’re almost done celebrating the arrival of the 2020′s by looking at the 25 best programs of the previous decade.

We’ve made it to the top five! If you’ve been reading this whole time thank you. Here’s the 2nd best team of the 2010′s

THE Ohio State University Buckeyes

Record: 117-18 (.867) Division Titles: 8 Conference Titles: 5 Bowl Seasons: 9 Major Bowls: 8 Playoff/BCS Berths: 3 National Championships: 1 Final Top 25 Finishes: 9 Final Top 10 Finishes: 8 Final Top 5 Finishes: 7 Best Season: 2014

This might not be a popular move to put Ohio State ahead of Clemson. The Tigers did win two national championships and the Buckeyes only one. I totally understand if you personally disagree, I think they’re neck and neck here. OSU was simply better than Clemson for a longer period of time, the Tigers did all of their best work in the past five seasons, whereas Ohio State began hot and more or less stayed that way aside from a slight blip in 2011. 

The Buckeyes were one of the best teams of the 2010′s because they were one of the best teams in the 2000′s. Jim Tressel had rebuilt OSU into a wrecking machine that utterly dominated the Big Ten. After winning the national championship for the 2002 season, Ohio State won or tied for the Big Ten title for five straight years leading into 2010.

Nobody knew it at the time, but 2010 would end up being Jim Tressel’s last season in Columbus, and it went pretty much like the rest of his tenure. The Buckeyes began the year ranked 2nd in the nation with clear BCS aspirations. OSU swept the floor with their scrub MAC and C-USA opponents in September and beat #12 Miami 36-34 to add a bit of prestige to their hot start. Ohio State kept on rolling when Big Ten play began, beating Illinois and Indiana without much fuss. In mid-October, the Buckeyes climbed into first place after defending champs Alabama lost to South Carolina. OSU’s first date as the #1 team was at Camp Randall against #18 Wisconsin for College Gameday. The Badgers shut down the Ohio State offense, felling the Buckeyes 31-18. The loss was enough to snuff out OSU’s national title hopes, even though they rebounded with strength. Ohio State blew their way through Purdue, Minnesota, and Penn State before nearly falling to #21 Iowa at Kinnick. The Buckeyes handled Michigan 37-7, securing a share of third place with Wisconsin and Michigan State. The Badgers earned the Rose Bowl bid, so #6 OSU was selected to face #8 Arkansas in the Sugar Bowl. Ohio State rushed out to a 28-7 lead and coasted through the second half to a 31-26 victory. 12-1 with a final #5 ranking was another successful season in the books. The Buckeyes didn’t win the title yet again, but they were well placed to try again next year.

Well it didn’t quite end up going that way. Stud QB Terrelle Pryor was busted along with four other teammates for selling memorabilia and suspended for the first five games. Tressel said he would sit out with them but under mounting pressure submitted his resignation. Pryor then decided to enter the draft instead of playing a truncated season under media scrutiny. In a very short amount of time, OSU lost their best player and the architect of the program. Co-DC Luke Fickell was given a field promotion as the interim head coach. The situation could have been salvaged, Ohio State was still the most talented team in the Big Ten, but things unraveled rather quickly. After beating Akron and Toledo (uncomfortably close), the Buckeyes fell to Miami on the return date and dropped from the rankings for the first time in six years. OSU rallied to beat hapless Colorado the next week, but then took two on the chin from Michigan State and Nebraska in back to back weeks. A 3-3 Ohio State was unthinkable just a month before, bet there they wore. The Buckeyes were lucky to not completely collapse, they rallied to beat ranked Illinois and Wisconsin squads and then put away a crap Indiana team to gain bowl eligibility. However the season would end with a thud, as Ohio State dropped another three straight to Purdue, Penn State, and Michigan. In a bitterly ironic matchup, the 6-6 Buckeyes faced off against 6-6 Florida in a meeting of suddenly collapsed programs. OSU and UF spent the past six years as two of the best teams in the country, even meeting up for the 2007 BCS National Championship Game. The Gators won 24-17, handing Ohio State their first losing record since 1988. For some reason, Luke Fickell wasn’t retained as the permanent head coach. Instead, the Buckeyes landed the big one.

Urban Meyer was the big free agent coach in 2012. He had taken Utah and Florida to new heights before “retiring” for “health reasons” at the end of the 2010 season. It was rumored that he was waiting on the Ohio State job, and well, that’s what happened. Meyer took over the Buckeyes and immediately raised the program out of the funk they’d found themselves in, though sanctions would prevent them from competing in the postseason. OSU began the year ranked 18th in the country. QB Braxton Miller won the starting job and led Ohio State through a relatively weak non-conference schedule which included wins over Cal and a pretty solid UCF squad. The Buckeyes had climbed up to 14th in the AP poll before the Big Ten schedule, and their first matchup was against defending Legends Division champs #20 Michigan State. OSU squeaked past with a 17-16 victory in East Lansing. The next week was a date with #25 Nebraska, who would end up being the Legends Champs in 2012. Once again, Ohio State prevailed 63-38. Suddenly the Buckeyes saw daylight. A wide open stretch in the schedule more or less handed several consecutive wins to OSU. Hapless Indiana and a mediocre Purdue squad were put away (with some effort), and Ohio State then beat Penn State, who were undergoing an even more severe rebuild after the Joe Paterno scandal. The Buckeyes took care of business against Illinois, the worst team in the conference, before facing off against Wisconsin, the only team left in the division with a pulse. OSU gutted out an overtime victory over the Badgers, and suddenly left #20 Michigan as the only thing keeping Ohio State from going undefeated. The #4 Buckeyes outscored their archrivals 26-21 to secure their perfect 12-0 record. In any other year it would have been enough to get them in the conversation to win the national championship, but not in 2012. OSU is the last undefeated program from a Power conference not to win a national championship. Let me be clear, the computers tell us this team would have been stomped by Alabama, Oregon, Kansas State, and perhaps even the Notre Dame team that did get stomped by Bama. But they should have had a shot anyway.

It’s hard to improve on perfection, but Ohio State did their level best. Braxton Miller was back, as was RB Carlos Hyde, and a good proportion of NFL talent. The Buckeyes started the year ranked 2nd in the country, which is pretty fair considering their 12-0 record the year before. OSU once again ran over their non-conference opponents before facing off against two ranked Big Ten foes. Ohio State faced off against #22 Wisconsin, who ended up being their biggest conference in the Leaders Division, and won 31-24. The next week, the Buckeyes faced off against undefeated #16 Northwestern on College Gameday. OSU won 40-30 but the Wildcats turned into a pumpkin after the loss, going 5-7 at the end of the year. Ohio State beat Iowa, then smacked PSU, Purdue, Illinois, and Indiana before once again setting up a date with destiny against Michigan. The Wolverines didn’t look like too tough of an opponent, with their Brady Hoke collapse well under way, but the Buckeyes could only manage a too close for comfort 42-41 victory over UM. No matter, OSU was once again undefeated in the regular season, extending their winning streak to 24 consecutive games. #2 Ohio State was well on their way to a spot in the final BCS Title Game, but they had to make their way past 11-1 #10 Michigan State in the Big Ten Championship. The Buckeyes fell behind 17-0 before rallying back to take a 24-17 lead, but they the Spartans came to life again and stuffed OSU several times en route to a 34-24 victory. OSU was handed their first loss under Urban Meyer, and were relegated to the Orange Bowl against #8 Clemson. The Tigers won the contest 40-35, dropping Ohio State to 12-2 and a final #12 ranking in the AP poll. It was about as disappointing as a season can go when you go undefeated through the regular season.

Despite the stumble at the end of the 2013 season, the Buckeyes were expected to compete for a national championship. They began the year ranked 5th in the AP poll, just outside of the top 4 that would get them into the newly expanded Playoff. Braxton Miller was back, but he was out for the season due to an injury in camp. Miller was replaced by capable backup J.T. Barrett, who had help in the backfield from RBs Ezekiel Elliot and Curtis Samuel. OSU began the year with a 34-17 win over Navy in Baltimore, which wasn’t a huge victory but it got the job done. The win actually dropped Ohio State to 8th in the polls, which is a bit funny, but the Buckeyes should have been able to coast through the rest of their nonconference schedule before going deep through a soft early Big Ten slate. Well, it didn’t actually happen that way. OSU went down to Blacksburg and were upset 21-35. If it had been a close loss, it would have been a severe blow to Ohio State’s championship hopes, but the two touchdown difference signaled to everybody that the Buckeyes were going to need a year off before competing again. OSU tumbled down to 22nd in the rankings and they stayed in the 20s for the rest of September as they mopped up their final two easy out of conference games. Ohio State made short work of their rather weak opponents through October with the exception of Penn State, who took the Buckeyes to double overtime before falling 31-24. Events were building up to a dramatic meeting with #7 Michigan State in the second week of November. The Spartans were the first team to beat Meyer’s OSU and were now the Buckeyes’ only real competition in the new East Division. In front of College Gameday, #13 Ohio State won 49-37 in East Lansing, wresting firm control of the division into their hands. After a touchdown victory over Minnesota, OSU coasted to easy wins over Indiana and Michigan to finish the season 11-1 and a surprising 5th place in the Playoff rankings despite the early stumble against the Hokies. It was a good attempt, but Ohio State was virtually assured to be left out of the Playoff in a crowded field. The Big Ten Championship featured the Buckeyes and #13 Wisconsin, easily the toughest competition from the West. It was supposed to be a tough slog under any circumstances, but J.T. Barrett was injured in The Game and the remainder of his season was finished. Barrett was replaced by redshirt sophomore Cardale Jones, who would be making his first career start. In a monstrous showcase of power, OSU obliterated the Badgers 59-0, making an emphatic case that they should be in the Playoff over the several other contestants. It worked. In an extremely controversial move, Ohio State was ranked the #4 team by the Committee, vaulting over former #3 TCU who seemed like a surefire bid. The Buckeyes weren’t supposed to be there, and as the lowest seed they were put up against #1 Alabama in the Sugar Bowl, a surefire death sentence. OSU shocked everybody by roaring back from a 21-6 deficit to stun the Tide 42-35. At times it looked like Ohio State was even bullying the stout Bama line as Elliot muscled his way through the gaps. The Buckeyes would face #2 Oregon in the National Championship Game, who had just humiliated defending champs Florida State in the Rose Bowl. The Ducks were the polar opposite of the Crimson Tide, and would be a different kind of puzzle to solve. But they were solved. OSU ended up running away with a 42-20 win to secure their first national title since the 2002 season.

Ohio State had a rather unique problem in 2015. Established QB Braxton Miller had a medical redshirt and was eligible to return to the field after losing his entire 2014 season. J.T. Barrett, who had gone 11-1 the previous year as the regular season starter before getting injured against Michigan, was also coming back. As was Cardale Jones, who had guided the Buckeyes through the Big Ten Championship, Sugar Bowl, and National Championship Games. And buried fifth or sixth in the depth chart was some freshman nobody named Joe Burrow. Also, all-world RB Ezekiel Elliot was back. An embarrassment of riches in the backfield that you almost never see. Blue blood problems right? Miller took the tough choice to switch positions to H-back to turn a three-way race into two. It was a shockingly selfless move for a star Quarterback, and may have cost him in the NFL when he left after the season. Jones beat out Barrett in fall camp, and would lead OSU’s campaign as the defending champs. This time there was no September tomfoolery, as #1 Ohio State went undefeated through their non-conference slate. Though Northern Illinois only lost 20-13, which wasn’t the best display. The Buckeyes continued to take care of business through their first three Big Ten games, but with two NFL draft picks waiting in the wings, there was a very short leash. Cardale Jones was benched in favor of Barrett, who started for the rest of the season. Barrett won his first three games against mediocre Rutgers, Minnesota, and Illinois. The final two games were OSU’s only ranked matchups in the regular season, against stalwart Michigan State and a newly resurgent Michigan. Ohio State was a consistent 3rd in the Playoff rankings behind Clemson and whoever was leading the SEC, and were first matched up against #9 Michigan State. The Buckeyes were likely a better team, but they were shut down all the same, falling 14-17 at home to ruin their chances at the repeat. The Game featured #8 OSU against the #10 Wolverines, but Ohio State stomped UM 42-13 to once again finish the regular season 11-1. This time, it wasn’t good enough to land a spot in the Playoff. The #7 Buckeyes were given an at-large bid against #8 Notre Dame in the Fiesta Bowl, where they beat up the Irish 44-28. OSU was likely one of the four best teams in the country, and should have been in the Playoff if it was based on pure team quality. Oh well, they should have beaten Michigan State.

Braxton Miller, Cardale Jones, Ezekiel Elliot, and Joey Bosa were all gone, but a new boatload of talent was on its way, still led by J.T. Barrett behind center.  As the 2016 season started, Ohio State was once again the Big Ten favorite, ranked 6th in the AP poll. The Buckeyes made short work of their non-con schedule, including an humiliating 45-24 win over fellow preseason Playoff favorite #14 Oklahoma in Norman. OSU bashed Rutgers and Indiana before their first big conference test against #8 Wisconsin in Camp Randall. The Badgers took Ohio State to overtime, only falling by a touchdown. Hopes were high that the Buckeyes could ride comfortably into the Playoff, or at least to Michigan without any fuss. However, unranked Penn State upset OSU 24-21 the very next week on a last second missed field goal return reminiscent of the Kick Six. It was a tough loss, but not fatal to Ohio State’s Playoff hopes, as the Buckeyes only fell from 2nd to 6th place. OSU looked shaky with a close win over Northwestern, but completely obliterated an overrated #10 Nebraska squad 62-3. After doing the same thing to Maryland, Ohio State once again had to clear Michigan State and Michigan in back to back weeks to end the regular season. Both games came down to the wire. The Buckeyes squeaked past the Spartans 17-16 in East Lansing, setting up a date with destiny with the Wolverines. #2 OSU vs #3 UM with a berth in the Playoff on the line. Michigan held the advantage for most of the game, but Ohio State hung tough and forced overtime and double overtime. With a bit of helps perhaps, the Buckeyes ended up winning 30-27 to once again secure an 11-1 record. Once again, their sole loss decided the East tiebreaker, preventing Ohio State from playing in the Big Ten Championship game in favor of 10-2 Penn State, who had gone undefeated since beating the Buckeyes. Either way, OSU was going to the Playoff as the #3 seed, becoming the first team to crack the top four that didn’t win their conference championship game. Ohio State faced off against #2 Clemson and it wasn’t pretty. The Buckeyes were completely shut out 31-0 in the Fiesta Bowl and finished 6th in both major polls.

OSU began they 2017 season ranked 2nd in the country and hopes were high that they could get back to the championship game. But Ohio State ended up hitting a speed bump pretty early. After toying around with Indiana for a bit in a 49-21 win, the Buckeyes hosted #5 Oklahoma on the return trip of their home and home. This time, OSU fell 31-16 in a resounding loss that once again jeopardized their Playoff hopes. Ohio State fell to 8th in the AP the next week, before bottoming out at 11th after being leapfrogged by other undefeated teams. For the rest of September through mid-October, the Buckeyes pounded a bunch of scrubs in and out of conference play until meeting up with #2 Penn State on October 28th to decide the East for the second year in a row. This time it was #6 OSU who drove the stake into the Nittany Lions’ hearts, pulling out a 39-38 win in Ohio Stadium. Ohio State vaulted up to 3rd in the AP poll, but remained 6th in the Playoff rankings. Perhaps the Playoff Committee saw a bit of weakness displayed by the Buckeyes, and they were proven correct. The very next week, the Buckeyes became the highest profile victim of the Iowa Hawkeyes, who had a knack for kneecapping high profile opponents in Iowa City. OSU was pantsed 24-55 by the Hawkeyes, completely falling out the Playoff race with their second loss. Maybe the loss straightened their heads at least, because now #13 Ohio State obliterated #12 Michigan State 48-3 the next week. The Buckeyes breezed past Illinois and put away Michigan 31-20 to finish the 10-2, their worst mark in the regular season since the 2011 fiasco. At least this time OSU were the outright East division champions. #8 Ohio State faced off against undefeated #4 Wisconsin in the Big Ten Championship Game. The Buckeyes out-gritted the Badgers once again, winning 27-21. 11-2 OSU had a decent claim to be the 4 seed in the Playoff, but that (deservedly) went to 11-1 Alabama instead. Instead, #5 Ohio State would face off against #8 USC in the Cotton Bowl in something of a Rose Bowl East situation as the Granddaddy was hosting Oklahoma and Georgia that year. The Buckeyes easily handled the Trojans 24-7 to finish the year 5th in the nation, the best among the non-Playoff squads.

2018 was weird. Ohio State was once again picked to win the Big Ten and contend for the Playoff, but they started out entirely on the wrong foot. Urban Meyer was suspended for the first three games for his knowledge and mishandling of former subordinate Zach Smith’s domestic abuse. J.T. Barret was gone, and former backup Dwayne Haskins took over. 2nd year OC Ryan Day was tasked with guiding the Buckeyes in the interim. That wasn’t an issue, as OSU stomped hapless Oregon State and Rutgers before an easy 40-24 win over #15 TCU in Arlington. Meyer returned just in time to crush Tulane, but the big game lay just beyond. #4 Ohio State traveled to Happy Valley to face #9 PSU. In another hard fought game, Ohio State prevailed 27-26 to once again open up the path to the Playoff. Once again, only the Spartans and Wolverines were likely to provide any threat for the rest of the season. The Buckeyes breezed past Indiana and Minnesota before completely losing the plot against Purdue. The Boilermakers dealt #2 OSU their most humiliating loss in the entire decade, running all over the Ohio State 49-20. The team look like it had just quit by the fourth quarter, against Purdue, who had spent much of the 2010′s as a bottom feeder. The first Playoff ranking the next week slotted the Buckeyes 10th with only a month to go, this one ultimate loss was the only one they’d need to get locked out of the top four. It didn’t help that OSU looked shaken up for the next several weeks, nearly losing to both bad Nebraska and Maryland squads. Of course, Ohio State returned to form in time to crush #4 Michigan 62-39, once again killing their archrival’s hopes at the Playoff. The #6 Buckeyes faced off against #21 Northwestern in the Big Ten Championship Game. The Wildcats weren’t a particularly good team and didn’t pose much of a threat in a 45-24 defeat. OSU had managed to claw their way back to 6th in the rankings, but it wasn’t enough to crack the Playoff. Instead, they were matched up against #9 Washington in the Rose Bowl. Surprisingly, despite all of their success in the decade, this was Ohio State’s first time in the Rose Bowl since January 1st, 2010. The Buckeyes stonewalled the Huskies for three quarters before letting their foot off the gas, allowing UW to somewhat save face in a 28-23 loss. 13-1 OSU finished 3rd in the rankings, and had played like a contender almost all season besides that upset to the Boilermakers and it ruined everything.

In a shocking turn of events, Urban Meyer announced his resignation following the Rose Bowl victory. OC Ryan Day, who had spent the first three games of the 2018 season as the interim head coach, was now given the gig full time. Meyer had left the cupboard fully stocked and Day took full advantage. Record setting QB Dwayne Haskins had left for the NFL, and now J.K. Dobbins was taking over. The Buckeyes started the year 5th in the AP poll, and completely justified the rating by burning through every opponent they played in the month of September. OSU ran through the mix of non-conference and Big Ten foes by a combined 262-43. Ohio State’s first ranked opponent was #25 Michigan State, but the Spartans couldn’t match up with the Buckeyes’ physicality, losing 34-10. After demolishing Northwestern 52-3 in Evanston, OSU faced off against #13 Wisconsin. The Badgers were looking like a Playoff caliber team before suffering an upset to Illinois the week prior, and Ohio State completely stomped on their rebound hopes with a 38-7 housing. This Buckeye team was different than the those of the later Meyer years, which had a weakness or an Achilles Heel some opponent could take advantage of. 2019 OSU seemingly had no weaknesses. The last two games of the season were against #8 Penn State and #13 Michigan, which would end up deciding the East division. It wasn’t really a contest. Ohio State easily beat the Nittany Lions 28-17, their closest game in the regular season. Of course they ended the year with a 56-27 humiliation of UM in Ann Arbor. The Buckeyes had actually climbed to 1st place in the Playoff rankings over LSU with the back to back wins. The OSU war machine would meet Wisconsin for a rematch in the Big Ten Championship Game. It went about as well as the first one, with the Badgers playing close for a quarter before Ohio State pulled away 34-21. The Buckeyes ended up as the 2 seed in the Playoff, and would host Clemson in the Fiesta Bowl. It was a titanic struggle between two championship caliber squads, but the Tigers ended up with the 29-23 victory. 13-1 OSU finished 3rd in the nation behind Clemson and the peaking LSU squad that mauled them in the championship game. They must be one of the better third place teams in recent history.

Ohio State is probably set up for the foreseeable future. Ryan Day has been given the keys to the Ferrari and hasn’t crashed it after one year, in fact, they seem even better than before. As long as the war machine keeps running we can keep penciling in the Buckeyes as the Big Ten champs. 

OSU did very well against their rivals in the 2010′s. I don’t think most people consider Illinois a rival anymore, which is fine because Ohio State hasn’t treated the rivalry as such. The Buckeyes are 7-0 against the Illini. Penn State might also be a rival, and recently a more serious one with the Nittany Lions returning to form as a national power. Still, OSU has gotten the better of the Penn State 8-2. Everyone knows just how much Ohio State has dominated Michigan in the past decade, going 9-1 against the Wolverines with the only loss being the Buckeyes’ embarrassing 2011 campaign. Two of OSU’s wins over Michigan ripped out their hearts and kept UM from a Playoff. It has been a pretty good decade for Ohio State despite the sole national title.

[btsvt-adventures]

Ice Skating AU - Secret Plans

A/n: So this was demanded from me, and since I’m on a seemingly never-ending flight to Europe I figured I might as well take this opportunity to write some heh. I have four hours I wonder how far I can get.

Update: I’m posting this on the floor of a train station in France bc our train broke down smh.... damn it SNCF

Pairing: Jihan (Jisoo x Jeonghan), Jicheol (Jihoon x Seungheol)

Warning(s): Nothing too bad, mostly just jicheol being dumb idiots hehe

Want more of this AU? Ask me here!

  Ice Skating AU: Introductions | The Beginning | Drunk (Almost) Kisses | I Have Faith | Promised Rewards | Secret Plans | Opposites (Sometimes) Attract

When Jisoo had asked Seungcheol if Jeonghan had any university friends he should invite to Jeonghan’s surprise party, the last thing he had expected his fellow skater to say was Jeonghan’s old ice hockey teammates.

“Team mates???? Since when did Jeonghan even play ice hockey?” Jisoo gapes, and Seungcheol laughs, taking a sip of his iced americano.

Seungcheol explains that Jeonghan, despite his current status in the figure skating world, actually used to compete as captain of his University’s varsity ice hockey team. “I’m surprised you didn’t know. I would’ve thought he’d have told you, or at least you’d have heard about it in the media. Han only started competing in figure skating in his senior year of university,” Seungcheol shrugs, and Jisoo’s eyes bug even more.

“Holy shit,” Jisoo breathes, sitting back against the sofa as he takes in all the information. “Wow… how did his team take it? I mean, losing their captain to another sport must have been hard,” he muses, and Seungcheol snorts.

“Han told me that they practically kicked him off the team so he could compete,” he chuckles. “It was pretty funny.”

Jisoo laughs, heart warming at the knowledge that Jeonghan had such a strong support system around him when he started. “I hope it’s a good idea to invite them. Do you have any way of contacting them?” Jisoo asks, turning to face Seungcheol so quickly he almost gives himself whiplash.

“Probably just try contacting Soonyoung. He’s a dance teacher now at a studio nearby, I think his Instagram handle is kwonhoshi96, so maybe try that and see how it goes,” he suggests, finishing up his coffee and standing up before Jisoo can ask just how Seungcheol has all this information. “I gotta go before my coach has my ass for being late again,” he laughs. “Unlike you, I can’t just waltz in with my coach slash fiancé,” Seungcheol teases, and Jisoo’s cheeks turn bright red in embarrassment.

“Y-bye!” he squeaks, fanning himself to try and cool his heated cheeks, taking a sip of his iced americano before grabbing his phone, keying in hoshi’s Instagram, scrolling through the hockey player turned dancer’s feed, stopping at an old photo of the hockey team. He can see Jeonghan in the photo, and giggles to himself when he sees Jeonghan’s short, poofy hair.

“Styling sure did him good,” he snickers to himself, sending Soonyoung a message before he loses his nerve. Jisoo sips his coffee, jumping in surprise when his phone dings with a notification.

[@JHongJisoo95] @kwonhoshi96: Oh my god this is so cool!! Come by the studio anytime today and we can talk about it I’m sure the rest of the guys would love to catch up with our old Captain!!!! 😍😍

He clicks the notification so quick, looking at the address Soonyoung had provided, jerking when he realizes it’s just down the street. He downs the last of his coffee, wondering if he should buy Soonyoung a coffee as well, then decides he might as well, as a show of good courtesy (and if Soonyoung didn’t like it, Jisoo wouldn’t mind another coffee).

Jisoo shows up to the studio with two coffees in hand, staring at the glass doors. It looks like a really nice place, but Jisoo can’t dance, not without his skates anyway. He takes a deep breath and pushes the door open, shooting a timid grin at the receptionist, who beams at him.

“Hi! Are you here for a class, or are you waiting for someone?” the receptionist, Chan, asks, and Jisoo stutters that he’s looking for Soonyoung. Chan nods, yelling towards the back for Soonyoung, before turning back to Jisoo.

He suddenly points at Jisoo, expression lighting up in recognition. “Oh! I know you, you’re Jeonghan hyung’s boyfriend!”

How the fuck???

“Chan, don’t scare him like that,” a voice chastises from behind Chan, and Soonyoung (or at least Jisoo thinks it’s Soonyoung) appears, smacking the back of Chan’s head lightly. “Sorry, it’s really nice to meet you Jisoo-ssi, I’m Soonyoung, and this is Lee Chan. Channie was also part of hyung’s hockey team, recruited him in freshman year,” Soonyoung laughs, and Chan nods eagerly.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice,” Jisoo bows slightly, and Soonyoung waves him away, laughing.

“Don’t worry about it, classes don’t start till 7 anyway. Come in, the studio is a much better place to sit and chat,” Soonyoung beckons, and Jisoo follows him in, with Chan right behind the both of them.

Jisoo settles on the floor of the studio, looking around at the full mirrors and blinking at his own reflection. He tells Soonyoung and Chan about his plan for a surprise party, and asked if there was a way to contact any of their old hockey team.

“Of course! We have a katalk chat that Jeonghan hyung never checks,” Chan supplies helpfully, and Jisoo snorts, shaking his head fondly.

“Sounds like him,” he snickers. “Would it be too much trouble to ask you to create a chat with anyone you think would like to come and surprise Hannie?” Jisoo asks, and Soonyoung nods, already working on creating the group chat, handing Jisoo his phone so he can add himself into the group.

Instantly his phones goes off continuously, and Jisoo scrambles to silence it, watching the number of unread messages climb quickly. “Yeah, we… talk a lot,” Soonyoung scratches his head sheepishly, and Jisoo nods slowly, scrolling through the chat to catch up, sending a quick message to introduce himself.

Jisoo grins, leaving the studio after far too long, feeling the excitement bubble at the thought of Jeonghan being able to see his old team again. They had set a date to organize the pre-party planning, and Seungcheol had so graciously agreed to come along (read: Jisoo whined until Seungcheol agreed). Jeonghan had already left for a two week conference for coaches and elite figure skaters, so Jisoo had the perfect window to plan for his boyfriend/fiancé’s birthday party.

He walks into the café with Seungcheol, fully expecting Soonyoung and maybe Chan. What Jisoo doesn’t expect is the big group of people seated around the table, all looking at him.

Why were there so many people looking at him?!

“Jisoo hyung, over here!” Soonyoung waves manically, and Jisoo inches nervously towards the big group of people.

“Uh… Hi Soonyoung and… crew?” he trails off quizzically, staring at all the unfamiliar faces, jerking when one of them points at Jisoo. Seungcheol skips off to go order his caramel frappuccino, as well as Jisoo’s usual iced americano

“Heyyyy i know you, you’re the skater hannie hyung took in last year right? congratulations on placing!! you did so well with the spinny thing hyung always does! I’m Seokmin, it’s really nice to meet you!” Seokmin greets sunnily.

Jisoo nearly chokes, because he’s mildly stunned at the sheer volume of Seokmin’s voice, and also because he literally just called Jeonghan’s signature quadriple flip a spinny thing. Before he can react, the tallest of Soonyoung’s group of friends trips and nearly faceplants. Surprisingly, none of them bat an eyelid, instead turning their attention to Jisoo. Seungcheol, on the other hand, laughs so hard he nearly spits out his liquid sugar.

“I’m Jihoon, the tall idiot is Mingyu, and thank you for inviting us, it’s a really nice thing you’re doing for Jeonghan hyung,” the smallest blonde offers his hand, which Jisoo takes, shaking it quickly.

“I’m Jisoo, Jeonghan’s uh.. student and boyfriend? And that’s Seungcheol. He’s a fellow skater and a good friend of Hannie and I,” Jisoo responds in kind, and Jihoon smiles lightly at him. Jihoon’s hands are calloused, and Jisoo wonders idly if he plays the guitar, or if it’s just from ice hockey. He’s about to ask, when Seungcheol had to open his mouth and ask possibly the most offensive question ever.

“Aren’t you a little small to be a hockey player?”

Immediately, Jihoon’s eyes narrow to slits, and he raises an eyebrow at Seungcheol. Seungcheol wants to smack himself for opening his stupid mouth.

It’s too late now, Seungcheol laments, pouting slightly when he sees Jihoon’s reaction. The cute, tiny hockey player already hates my guts.

“Aren’t you a little bulky to be a figure skater?” he snaps. Seungcheol looks taken aback, and Jisoo nearly snorts aloud.

Better play it cool, he thinks, before breaking out into the biggest grin Jisoo has ever seen on his face.

“I like him,” he declares, and Jihoon makes a face, nose scrunching cutely.

“ I don’t like him,” Jihoon mutters, refusing to look at Seungcheol the rest of their pre-party meeting.

(Internally, however, Jihoon is freaking out, because fuck he’s so cute what the fuck no I gotta play it cool.) Soonyoung shoots him a knowing smirk, which Jihoon pointedly ignores. Jisoo picks up on Soonyoung’s smirk, and shoots him a quizzical look.

Soonyoung glances between Jihoon and Seungcheol, who are now both ignoring each other, and waggles his eyebrows, the apparently universal sign for let’s matchmake them!

Jisoo snickers, nodding slightly before turning his attention to his list of duties he needs to delegate for the party to work. Mingyu, Wonwoo and Chan are the first to offer to cook for everyone (or buy food, seeing as Mingyu’s pretty much the only one who can actually cook). Jisoo offers games and general “things to do” to Seungkwan and Soonyoung, who immediately get to work arguing about which games could work, seeing as the party was going to largely be on the ice.

“Oh! Before I forget, I’ve also managed to track down and invite Jeonghan’s first figure skating teacher!” Jisoo exclaims, and Jihoon blinks.

“You mean the old security guard? Oh that’s nice, hyung will love it!” Seokmin exclaims, and Jisoo beams, feeling the excitement bubbling in his chest

I really hope he likes this surprise

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If you’d like more of this AU, or your own lil thing, of if you just wanna yell at me, you can do so here ~

[xviistudy]

Things to remember in Senior High

Well, it’s summer now and 11th grade is over. Next year I’ll be graduating High School, then I’ll be off to college. That being said, here’s everything I have learned from my first year in Senior High in a nutshell: 

#1: Don’t take sleep for granted 

When you hear your older sister/brother or your friends from the 11th and 12th grade telling you to sleep while you can, we actually mean it. The first quarter of the year is alright. There’s not much to do but when y’all really start to work, sleep is literally non-existent. Approximately, in a week, a student who strives for academic excellence will get at least 15-20 hours of sleep (since our school days range from Monday to Thursday and Friday is a free day, psyche it isn’t bc you still have to go back to school to finish whatever PTs and projects you have’t finished yet HAHAHAHHA). When the exams hit, it is what you literally call hell week since in the three days of the exam, I had approximately only had 8-10 hours of sleep. Imagine that? In three days. That’s why when we tell you to sleep, YOU SLEEP. It’s not fun being a coffee zombie all day, everyday. 

#2: Don’t take your mental health lightly 

I cannot tell you guys how many mental breakdowns I have had in this year. There was so much going on and it was so much. I went as far as telling myself that it was okay for me to faint/collapse, as long as I pass my exams. I would breakdown randomly in class for some apparent reason, I don’t remember it anymore. I would get so anxious and tired whenever I would think about all I had to do for that specific week and then proceed to have that breakdown. Please, my darlings, when it all gets too much, don’t push yourself if you can’t do it anymore. It will take a toll on your mental, physical and emotional health so much. You will regret it when the year is done, trust me. During the year, I repressed all my feelings bc I had to get all my work done in order to get a good grade. Now that it’s summer, I am an depressed, emotionally unstable and anxious mess bc all those repressed feelings are finally coming out. 

#3: Don’t forget to eat and stay hydrated

Coffee can only do so much. Don’t drink that like water just so that you can stay awake to do your homework. During the school year, I lost so much weight and that is not good. The weight I lost was due to stress and lack of food intake. The lack of food intake was caused by being too busy to even eat my lunch and we obviously couldn’t eat in class. So please, bring at least sandwiches and a huge waterjub so that you can eat and drink the water you need.

#4: Don’t put off your homework

This is a mistake I made frequently which caused me to stay up late since the deadline was already the next day. When the homework is given to you, do it on the day because the next day you will be given new assignments. This sounds standard but we still tend to do this because we rely on the fact that the deadline is still next week or next month. Don’t do that because the month will go by and the next thing you know, the deadline is already tomorrow. If you don’t understand, please ask for help from your classmates. That will help you finish faster rather than spending hours going over material that you don’t understand at all. On the other hand, if you’ve spent just 10-30 minutes reading and rereading the material, take a break and go back later. There’s a huge chance that your brain is too tired and you need to rest before it can function. After that rest, maybe to your surprise, you might understand the material. 

#5: Listen to your teacher

This is standard but you know when you get those days when you’re just out of it and you don’t listen nor copy the notes? Yeah, those days. No matter how out of it you are, you need to listen or else you will regret it. I suggest you listen rather than taking down notes because if you’re busy taking down notes, you might miss half of the lesson even if you did write it down because you might not even remember why you wrote it down or short cuts. If you can do both, then that would be great! If you’re the type to take down notes because you can understand it more, then go ahead! You do you, boo. If you’re being out of it is caused by your mental or emotional state, then please go to your guidance center. No matter how hard you try to listen nothing will happen because you’re not okay. 

#6: Surround yourself with people who make you happy

No joke, this is a big factor since when you’re surrounded with people who make you happy, then you will be somewhat happy if not completely happy. When you’re happy, you have the motivation to do your work because being happy gives you more energy. They will also make going to school easier since you’re looking forward to seeing these people. These people will also act as your support group. They will push you to do your best and push you to grab the opportunities that you’re to scared to do on your own. I swear, if you find the right people, no matter how stressful Senior High is, you will have the time of your life. 

#7: Get rid of the toxic people in your life

This is also a huge factor. If you still have toxic people in your life, get rid of them. All they’ll do is stress you out even more when there’s actually nothing to be stressed about. I started the year with a toxic person and it was hell. I felt like I was trapped and suffocated. I did not want to go to school and I did not feel wanted in school at all. All I was to this person was a personal slave. So when I decided to leave, this person got even more mad and gave my friends and I a harder time. You don’t need these kinds of people in your life at this point because you already have too much to worry about, you don’t need to add another one.This is why while it’s still early, get rid of them. To identify a toxic friend or relationship, click here. Click here to know how to deal with manipulative people. Click here to know the 10 differences between a toxic friend and a good friend. 

#8: Enjoy your time while it lasts

Enjoy all this while it lasts. You may not know it now but you will miss everything about whatever you have experienced in all your years in school. Next year, I will be graduating and I regret not spending enough time appreciating everything that I had when I was in the years prior. Appreciate your teachers, your friends,  your classmates, the lunch ladies/ janitors, the security guards you see and greet every morning and just anyone you see in your High School everyday because you will never find anyone like them in your new school for college. Appreciate how your school looks - the trees, the pathway, the parking lot, the classrooms, the canteen, the chapel - because you will miss the familiarity, how at home you felt in it, when you reach college. 

That’s all I have to say for what I’ve learned this year. I hope you guys enjoyed the read and took my advice into consideration! To all the graduates this year, congratulations! I am proud. Good luck on your next chapter in life. To the people who are still far off, enjoy it while it lasts. Graduation will be here quicker than you know it. To my batch, one more year and we will be off. I hate to admit it but I’ll miss you all. Curious and curiouser, it feels as if yesterday was the start of 7th grade. 

[bookwormbambi]

WELP

(08/28/2018)

OKAY. So it’s the second day of classes and I’m just so very irked :-) I think I talked about this before but I spent weeks planning out the perfect schedule so I could have the most organized semester of my life. I converted half of my room into an office space so I could have a classroom setup, I planned out healthy study snacks and whether it was better to make coffee right when I wake up or wait until after my first class, I planned everything down to the last detail so it would all be perfect.  THEN MY INSTRUCTORS HAPPENED.

First, as a disclaimer for those of you who are new to college, your instructors do not have to send you information about the class until the first day of instruction - and most of them won’t. With online classes especially, the course does not have to be posted until the end of the first day, and if you schedule your life to do all of your classes first thing in the morning like I did, it can put a damper on things.

So I meticulously planned everything to the last detail - except for binders, which I wait until the class starts to do so I can model it off of the class setup (post on that probably coming on Sunday) - went to bed on time, got my butt up before the sun was even up and was at my desk ready to go at 7:00 am. I logged into the LMS and right off the bat noticed that still only 3 out of 5 classes had been posted, but I at least had math up, which was my first class of the day. So I get out my materials, log into MyMathLab and breeze through the first section, even finishing about twenty minutes early. I’m feeling good and ready to go, so I jump back into the LMS to start Pharmacology, but it still hasn’t been posted. Okay relax, it’s like 8am, maybe it’ll be up later. So I wait, and refresh the page. Over, and over, and over. Get some other work done, clean the house, do the laundry, hitting refresh every couple of minutes, waiting. Textbooks haven’t been delivered yet so I really have nothing to do. Then around 1 o’clock, I jump into the course page. Sociology has been moved from future courses to current courses, but hasn’t been published yet. Okay, well I’m doing soc tomorrow and she doesn’t have to post it until tonight so no big deal. Pharmacology, however, is still sitting in future courses. Then it clicked. Is this a late start class?? So I jump into my registration log and, sure enough, the freaking class doesn’t start for almost two months. I overlooked it. I spent $115 on the book that I could’ve waited two months to buy and used the money to increase my food budget, or put in my savings, or anything. So Day 1 of classes, and I sat around for five hours waiting for a class that doesn’t start for two months.

Then it clicked a second time. I have to rewrite my schedule. The one that I spent weeks meticulously planning out. Because there is one less class and an extra 3 hours a week I can use for my other classes, or my personal life, or something. So I flip out, grab some graph paper and pens, and start color coding. (I color code when I’m stressed, really it’s where my best work comes from) So I get a rough edit of my schedule, decide to see how Day 2 goes and finish it up.

THEN DAY 2 HAPPENED. A little bit harder to get out bed this morning, but I still got up on time, made my coffee more for the sake of warming up than waking up, and once again my butt was in the chair at 7:00 am, ready to go. I log into the LMS to start psychology, and right away notice soc still hasn’t been published. It was supposed to be up by the end of yesterday. Okay dude, the sun is barely up, this lady might not even be awake yet. Get through psych first and hope that it’s up by 8:45 so you can work on it. So I read through an incredibly boring psych lecture without my glasses (sleepy child forgets to wear them), got about 2/3 through the lecture before the alarm goes off, and got ready for sociology to be published because school started yesterday and it had to be published by then. But NOPE. Still not published. At this point the coffee kicked in so I proceeded to spend the next hour bouncing off the walls and planning the rest of my day since I don’t work and my sister’s birthday is tomorrow and I want it to be perfect (long story but she went to so much trouble for me on mine) then eventually realize I’ve been bouncing off the walls for an hour and not actually doing anything so I sit back down and, like yesterday, keep refreshing the page, waiting for the course to be published, which it still isn’t. I started goofing around on the website and found my graduation checklist. There are problems. I proceed to have another meltdown and conclude that my life is over (h you college), then almost impulsively bought a train ticket to go to campus (two hours away) so I could crash a ballet class and get an add code to add a sixth class and force myself to travel all the way to campus twice a week for one stinking class. Then had a second meltdown because I miss dancing so much but there are studios here that will cost me a lot less and stop my from dropping $200 for one class twice a week. So now it’s just past noon, I’m overly caffeinated and have been awake for almost six hours already, bought a really pretty leotard, and am now waiting for my textbooks to be delivered (most likely sometime today if not tomorrow bc I paid extra for rushed shipping which I wouldn’t have bothered if I knew pharmacology didn’t start til the end of OCTOBER) so I can read the sociology text and hope to god I’m learning the right thing because now I’m behind and have no clear schedule bc everything fell apart and I’m super irked :-)

(This overly-caffeinated rant was brought to you by Dunkin’ Donuts French Vanilla Roast ty for enduring)

[pineque]

Ford’s (D46′\) Timeline

*cracks my motherfucking knuckles* alright my dudes @fordanoia asked me to share my Ford Timeline (which also includes some Stan and Fiddleford events). Now, this sucker took hours to put together so I’m putting it under a read more. The timeline is mostly about 1982 and before, but I put a few extra things in. 

Alright first I’m going to go through Ford’s diary journal for everyone that hasn’t read it and then get on with the timeline and explain how I chose the rest of the dates. I might make an ‘events only’ timeline graphic just in case anyone wants a simple, straightforward reference. If you’re interested in something like that, let me know and I’ll whip it up.

So the first date Journal 3 (J3) gives us is June 18th. The next sentence says that as of this date, it’s been six years since Ford arrived in GF. According to Ford’s own timeline, he arrived in 1975. This means that the current year is 1981. (There is one problem with Ford’s timeline. He pins 1981 as “Discovery of Muse,” but only like 7 pages earlier he wrote that Bill had been visiting him for two years so… I’m not including it). Sometime during this month, while writing about a category one ghost, Ford notes that he is a man in his 30’s.

The next important date J3 gives us is July 18th. This is the day Ford decides he needs help on the portal. The previous four pages detail Ford’s dream in which Bill tells him to build the portal and the plans for it, so I’m assuming he’d only been working on it for a week or two before he decided to call Fiddleford. That brings us to our next date, July 29th. Fiddleford arrives in GF.

Our two boys get to work and eventually hike to Crash Site Omega (CSO)(which Ford discovered two years ago aka 1979) for portal parts. Fiddleford gets fucked by the Gremloblin and spends some time being traumatized. During this week or two he makes the memory gun. Ford tells him to destroy it and Fidds uses it against him. He keeps the gun and Ford believes it has been destroyed. After this, Ford takes Fidds to the carnival. Ford gets the coolest fortune-telling experience ever, but he’s an ass and doesn’t believe any of it. Fidds has a chat with Ivan and then they go home. Fidds suggests they make an underground lab (fallout shelter) and they spend A LOT of time on it. After an accident that results in locking up the shapeshifter, they seal off the bunker and decide to work on it after the portal is done.

And now we’re back in the important stuff. A few nights before the completion of the portal, Bill offers to take over Ford’s body so he could do more work while Ford slept ((I feel like it is really important to note that Bill was only able to possess Ford for a few days before Fidds left. The possession thing was Not something that went on for years and there wasn’t any Bord and Fidds interaction/intimidation. Y'all can write or draw or make anything you want obviously and it is something that is a little contradicted by ‘possessed while meditating’ shot the show)). When he wakes up the work is competed, but his right eye is already starting to hurt.

Our first dated entry since Fidds’ arrival is January 17th, (1982), the night before Testing Day. Fidds tries to talk Ford out of testing the portal but he refuses. So January 18th, Fiddleford leaves. Ford is pissed and plans to talk to Bill when he goes to sleep, but throughout the day he becomes suspicious of Bill. That night Ford confronts Bill, as seen in the show, and he shuts the portal down. He begins his “sleep as little as possible” plan. Ford writes that “F is nowhere to be found,” so he begins to research Bill alone in the hopes of finding a way to destroy him.

Several weeks later, Ford’s paranoia is beginning to really set in. He catches his first glimpse of the Society of the Blind Eye. He wonders about them but generally leaves them alone in favor of his own problems. He begins to use invisible ink to add more information to his previous entries.

The next entry we get is something I call the Truck Stop Disaster. Ford had been getting coffee from this truck stop for weeks bc it was the only thing helping him stay awake, but while a guy was giving him advice to stay awake he hears him speak in Bill’s voice. He looks up and sees that everyone in the diner has glowing, yellow eyes. He flees the diner and runs until he collapses in a Twin Bed Motel parking lot. Plan Call Stanley begins to form in his mind.

Ford hides J2 but continues to write in J3 while he waits for Stan to come for J1. He mentions that “the first snow has already fallen,” and that he cannot leave his house until Stan arrives. However, over the next few days(?) Ford’s mind really starts slipping. Bill begins to take full advantage of his instability in order to write unsettling things in J3 and Ford is pushed to his limit. He decides to bury J3 before Stan gets there and that’s the last we get from 1982 Ford.

So now it’s time to piece together the rest. Let’s start off with one of the most interesting dates: When did Ford fall into the portal? 

My friend @killhitleragain ((I hadn’t even considered this so seriously thanks for pointing it out)) brought up that there is a bit of a problem when it comes to deciding when Ford leaves GF. There is evidence presented in the show that is contradicted by Ford’s writing in J3, so there are two possible dates depending on whether you prefer the show or J3. I’ll go into J3 first (I’ll openly admit I have a heavy J3 bias) and then I’ll go over the show. 

Our requirements for this date are that it has to be snowing, it has to be 1982, and it has to be after Fiddleford creates the Society of the Blind Eye (which happens in February). According to The Internet, Oregon’s winter lasts from November-March. J3 points to Ford entering the portal in November and not in February or March. The most telling piece of evidence is Ford’s mention of “the first snow.” By the time we get to that entry, a minimum of 5-6 weeks has already past since Jan 18th. It just doesn’t make sense for the first snow of the winter to fall in March, the last month of the season (and at the very end of the month too). Oregon winter would be over by this point and the wicked snowstorm we see Stan arrive in just shouldn’t be possible during that time of the year. Also, during No Sleep Time, Ford spent a few weeks walking back and forth between his house in the middle of the woods and a truck stop “out on route 14.” I don’t know how far away that might be from his house, but it’s probably far enough that he wouldn’t be able to get there that consistently every day in the winter on foot.

So according to J3, our first new date is November, 1982. Ford enters the portal. But now it’s time for the show route. 

Our requirements are the same, but the show, specifically the backgrounds, points to March being the month Ford left, not November. When Stan first enters Ford’s room in aToTS Ford’s calendar has a woodpecker on it. In Carpet Diem Ford’s calendar has an owl on it for July. This means that Stan had to be the one to flip the calendar. Since he left it on July, my interpretation is that he used Ford’s room from March till July, which is when he sealed the room off. Also, when Stan is walking through town after spending a few weeks holed up in Ford’s house, the snow from the storm looks like it is starting to melt. This could be because it’s March, the end of winter. 

So I’ll leave this up to you to decide which date you want to go with. I’m assuming that either month is also the month Stan gets Ford’s note and leaves his flat in New Mexico.

The dates of anything else that happens in 1982 are a little easier to nail down. Our only two sources are both incredibly unreliable and have huge holes in their memories, but Fidds’ dated memory clips help a lot. 

January 18th. Day 1 of Fiddleford’s lost memories. February 9th. Day 22 of Fiddleford’s lost memories. The creation of the Society of the Blind Eye. Sometime in Feb/Mar. Ford leaves his house and discovers the Society. July 26th. Day 189 of Fiddleford’s lost memories. “Hit another car in town today.” This is the last time we see him in his original house/apartment. October 18th. Day 273 of Fiddleford’s lost memories. He’s now filming from a motel. I believe that sometime between day 189 and day 273 is when Fiddleford’s “first memory” (the newspaper article) takes place. The headline of the paper is “Disoriented Man Found At Museum,” but what I think is more important is the actual article title, “Sent Packing.” I took this to mean that he was kicked out of where he was previously staying and had to move to the motel.

So now that we have that mess of a year out of the way, it’s time to start moving backwards.

July 29th, 1981. Fiddleford arrives in GF. June 18th, 1981. Ford begins J3. 1979. Ford discovers CSO. June, 1975. Ford arrives in GF. We know based on aToTS that around this time Stan was living out of his car. May, 1975. Ford gets his first Ph.D and is given a grant to study whatever he wants. Sometime between 1970 and 1975 is when Stan dates Carla McCorkle. The two of them spent their time at a “50's themed, 1970's diner.” I want to say that their relationship took place in the early seventies bc Stan still had the same clothes and hair style as he did in high school.

Here’s where it starts to get a little trickier, but once you have one date the rest fall into place. The youngest Ford can be in 1981 is 30, which means he can’t be born any later than 1951. For the sake of trial and error, let’s assume this is the year he was born.

June 15th, 1951. Stanford and Stanley Pines are born.

In aToTS, Stan starts his story with “It all started... a lifetime ago... nineteen sixty something.” This could be referring to one of two things. 1.) Stanford’s science project, or (what I personally like to think) 2.) The discovery of the Stan O’ War. If the latter is true, then that would put the discovery at 1961-1963 when they are 10-12 years old.

Because the boys are born in June, they’ll be 17 (about to turn 18) when they graduate. This puts Ford’s graduation at June, 1968. Stanley was most likely kicked out early fall of 1967, based on his attire and the weather. Also, most college applications and scoutings and such happen in the fall. (I’m not sure if this was the same in the sixties, but oh well.) ((WC Tech could have been doing some spring of junior year scouting, but I refuse to believe that that wasn’t their senior year science fair bc Stan getting kicked out when he was 16 is Not Allowed.)) 

Ford starts college at BackUpsMore in the fall of 1968 and will earn his undergraduate degree in 1972. In aToTS, Ford says that he went from undergrad to Ph.D three years early. The Internet says that the average doctorate takes 6 years to earn. If he started his Ph.D program in the fall and spent three years completing it, then he would end up in 1975 with a degree and a large grant, ready to arrive in GF that June. Boom. 

A few more additions that I like:

August 31st, 1999. Mystery Twins 2.0 are born.

July, 2002. Soos is adapted by starts to work for Stan at the Mystery Shack. 

Early August, 2012. Ford returns to Dimension 46′\. I really want to say that it was August 8th, but it could have also been August 1st. 

August 31st, 2012. Mabel and Dipper’s 13th birthday. The Original Mystery Twins officially make up. 

2043. Ford dies of a heart attack at 92???

Timeline complete. Message me if you have any questions or want to poke holes in my logic. It’s 3:32am so I might have missed a few things.

PS I didn’t include any Shermie dates bc I just don’t think there’s enough Hard Evidence for me to confidently make any statements about him.

[brotatochip]

Omfg tell me more about the kidnapping story

ALriGHty then FriEnd. Here we go. So I live in California generally by San Francisco, but this summer I flew to Montana (If you’re not from the US, it’s about 2000 miles away, right below Canada) by myself to spend 6 weeks with my extended family that I rarely get to see. So It was like August 1st or whatever, it was a tuesday. And let me clarify, Montana is like the 3rd biggest state or some shit but it is literally Cowboy™Hell™. Their capital city Helena (where we were might I add) only has a population of 31,169. Now, I cant speak for all of y’all reading this, but that is small as fuck. I’m not gonna tell you where I live, but the population of my SMALL city is 84,950. AND MY CITY IS TINY. Like binch get some people. Anyways,,, so I was staying with my cousin Mackenzie and we told her literal trash piece of a mom that we were going to stay the night at her friend Olivia’s house. So we went to Olivia’s and did our makeup and fucked around and decided we wanted to go out. So where do you go when you’re in  Cowboy™Hell™ with population of 31,169? Walmart. So at this point when we are done fucking around and gettin ready and shit, its like 10pm. No matter where you are in the world, all Walmarts are the same. e v e r y w h e r e. When you step into a Walmart you get that feeling and it’s what keeps the world together. So when we go to Walmart, we literally fuck around there for like an hour, and we get some Rockstar energy drinks bc what’s more suspicious than 3 teenagers,, one with bright ass dyed red hair (me,,),,, buying a bottle of chemicals to consume at 11pm,, :)) So let me clarify, there is a “city”-wide curfew from 11pm to 5:30am,, and my cousins terrible excuse of a mom doesnt know we are out. So we leave walmart and we just chill in Mackenzie’s (cousin) car deciding wtf we should do. And then we remember, we know someone with a cute ass dog. This dog is literally the cutest dog anyone has ever seen, not even exaggerating. She is like a 6 week old Australian shepherd mix and she looks like the physical embodiment of if Trump got impeached (the literal best thing in the world). So this chick who owns this dog let’s us come meet her so we can like pet sit the dog for the night. So obviously, we go get this dog,, i mean,,,,, who wouldn’t want to be with the cutest dog  e v e r. So we go get this dog and we were just chillin and talking to the girl for a while so now its like 12am. So now there’s just 3 suspicious looking teenagers with literally nothing to do in  Cowboy™Hell™. And now we have a dog. So let me tell you about Olivia real quick. She has been living off energy drinks for the last 3 years, she’s not the BIGGEST fan of the dog (for some reason..), and her life goal is to go take pictures on all of the statues in  Cowboy™Hell™ with a population of 31,169. And thats what we go to do. We drive downtown and take this cute ass puppy who is no bigger than a football and we start walking around downtown. Now,, as much as I love this dog, I said we probably shouldn’t take it because she can’t walk for that long,, but no,, Kenzie wanted to take her,, So we did. So we walk around with this cute ass dog downtown at like 1am with no one else there and no form of protection,, i know,,,,, smart. In Cowboy™Hell™, there’s a large statue of a propeller on top of a small hill in like the middle of downtown. So we all start walking up this hill so Olivia can achieve her life goal,, well the dog was getting tired or something because it kept like stopping on it’s way up. So Olivia and I went up the hill to the propeller while Kenzie stayed with the dog and tried to get it to come. About 2 minutes after we went up the hill,, Kenzie came running up to the top holding the dog and saying “dude there’s a guy coming up the hill”,, none of us actually thought this was fucking terrifying bc there’s just some random ass guy at 1am,,, but we are all antisocial fucks so obviously talking to him was what we were worried about. But just as Kenzie told us, we saw the guy which freaked tf out of her because she said he would have had to RUN,,,, to be that close to us that soon. So you know when you’re chasing your sibling and theres one of you on each side of the table or the couch or whatever? yeah,,,, that’s what we did with this guy,.. We attempted to ‘hide’ behind the propeller (it was literally the most pathetic thing i’ve ever done, we were all laughing and joking like “oh fucc he’s probably a murderer lmao” (as we needed to be fucking quiet) and as he walked by he said something but none of us know what he said. it was really short but idk. So he went into this tunnel that’s filled with graffiti that’s literally right behind the propeller statue and then we actually had some logic and were like o shit we should probably go,,,,,, so we all like ran down the other side of this hill,, and let me remind you,, we are still holding this goddamn dog,, that i said we shouldn’t take.. We were all laughing like omg we are gonna get raped lmfao (which we shouldnt joke about but some creepy ass dude just walked by us at 1:30 am like tf). So we were just chillin and then we notice, this guy started walking down the hill. Towards us. Now we are actually creeped the fuck out and we starting to think like oh shit is this guy actually following us,, so we start walking away, making sure to keep looking at him to see if hes still following us. Okay, sidenote; I currently have a balloon tied to my wrist (i found it while climbing statues earlier), I am holding a book that we also found, Olivia is holding the dog because the puppy can’t run with us, and Kenzie is holding a book and Olivia’s energy drink. It’s 1:30 am in the middle of  Cowboy™Hell™ population 31,169 and some guy is now following us. But we wanted to make sure he was following us, so we went around a building and he also went around us, confirming that he is indeed,, a complete psychopath. So we run around the building to the other side and we check to see if he’s still there. Also,, this  e n t i r e  time, we only ever saw him walk. He never ran. Which lowkey made it even MORE fucking terrifying. So me, having common sense, think O SHIT, THERE’S SOME RANDOM ASS GUY FOLLOWING US IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,, WE SHOULD PROBABLY CALL THE COPS,,,,, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,,,,,,,,, nah.. that idea was shut down immediately when Olivia brought up, the curfew. Hmmmmm,,,,, face parents or get raped/murdered????,,,,, obviously the latter. So now it’s probably 2am. At this point, we start to worry a bit, and by ‘worry a bit i mean start freaking the fuck out. Like, we could legitimately die depending on what this guy’s intentions were. Without Kenzie or I even noticing, Olivia picks up a rock in case she needs a weapon,,, like a rock would protect against a gun or knife or some shitt,,, but its okay. And while all of this is happening,,,,,,,,,, we are still holding this cute ass dog. So we decided we need to GO. But the guy is between us and the car. So we run across the street and hide in this little area in the trees. He sees us and starts walking down the MIDDLe of the street.  Creepy as FUCK. So we start running,, with my balloon, two books, an energy drink and a puppy. We ran to this old walking street thing that goes uphill, and they have a bunch of historical buildings or something. We can see the first building has like a back yard so we hop the stone fence and hide back there. I put my balloon on the doorknob to the building so that it wouldn’t fly away, and the guy couldn’t see where we were (ik,, smart af). We set the dog down and take a few moments to chill and breathe and think about what we are gonna do. This building is right on the street and right across from a park, so olivia tries to go look and see if the guy is still there, and she accidentally hit a huge metal thing which made the LOUDEST sound ever. So take a moment to ask yourself, what the fuck would you do if some creepy ass dude was following you at 2am in the middle of a “city” that you dont live in? Well shitt just die apparently. So we started talking and we were like fuck, we need to get the hell out of here, now. At this point, our car is like .7 miles away and we are all lazy ass motherfuckers who don’t run,, e v e r. But I guess it’s our only option. So we have to run this, while carrying two books, an energy drink, and a dog. You might ask you might ask yourself, why still carry the books and energy drink?? Are they really that important??? Yes. We sneak out onto the street to see if he’s even still there, and then we see this dicknugget stand up. He was sitting in the park, waiting for us. And then we started running. Now, running back to our car was a whole other adventure just by itself. We are running slightly downhill, which makes us go faster. We don’t even bother looking to see this guy because  nyoom nyoom gotta go fast – We start sprinting down this road,, and then we hear a car coming. It’s gotta be going like 60 mph down this goddamn road at 2am and they see 3 teenage girls sprinting. Just a normal day in  Cowboy™Hell™ apparently because if you see three people running as fast as they can down a road in the middle of the night, you might stop to see if they’re okay? nahhhh. guess nott. Not to mention, Olivia and I almost got ran over by this goddamn car because we are running in the middle of the street. Meanwhile, we still have 2 books, an energy drink, and a puppy (who at this point is probably traumatized just like the rest of us).. So we just keep running for what seemed like forever (it was probably like 2 minutes), and then,, I drop my book. And me,, being the dumbass that I am,,, i stop to pick it up. Don’t ask me why I risked my life to pick up a book that we randomly found,, a book that i dont need,, a book that later we found out to be erotica,, because i do. not. know. Ya know, I always had this mental picture that if, for some reason, I had to run for my life, my body would trade in my out-of-shape, asthma-stricken lungs for super-lungs from the adrenaline or something– BOI WAS I WRONG. My lungs felt like they were on fire. Like actually burning. So what do I do? I’m literally being chased by a murderer but I really dont wan’t to run.. Well fuck, guess i’ll just die. I start walking because FUCK IT, my out of shape ass needs to chill. Then Kenzie see’s that I am walking she was like THANK GOD i’m tired too. Meanwhile Olivia is way ahead of us, and she looks back to see us,,, and we are walking, and she was like “what the fuCk are you DoiNG ??”. So kenzie and I work up the strength to start running again; and then we see it,,, our car. We unlock the car and just sit. All of us out of breath, scared shitless, apparently Olivia still had her rock, and my first thought after this was all done? I want my balloon. While all these events were occurring, Kenzie was texting her friend what was happening. We went and picked up Kenzie’s friend and his friend who was staying with him. Now it’s like 3am. We almost just got murdered/raped/kidnapped/whatever, the cute ass dog is sleeping in the car, and now we have two guys with us. weLL HEy, I haVe A gREat iDeA; LET’s GO GET MY BALLOON. So we drove the car for another 20 minutes and went back to the same place we almost died; I know, smart. Just a quick reminder that Cowboy™Hell™’s “city”-wide curfew is 11pm… and its 3am,,,. So we park in the same exact spot we were parked 2 hours earlier when we were being stalked by some creepy motherfucker and we got out. We showed the guys what happened place by place, we got my balloon, and then we were just chillin on the street. We saw some car down the street driving towards us and Kenzie made some tdumbass joke like “lmao watch that be the sheriff”, Well GUESS WHO THE FUCK IT WAS??? YOU GuESseD rIGhT mY FrIENd. the sheriff. Quick reminder: curfew. If that sheriff stops, not only do we look fuckin suspicious af just chillin in the middle of downtown on a tuesday at 3am, they will call our parents. And we cant have that.. So what do you do when you’re in Cowboy™Hell™ and can’t get caught by the cops? Run. We all get off our asses and book it, and hide in some bushes for about 10 minutes until the coast was clear,, well we thot anyways,,,, we were walking down the street and he came around again and guess what? We all run for like 20 minutes back to our damn car and drive. BYE BITCH. None of our parents know we are out, so where tf do we go now? Can’t go home. My home is 2000 miles away. Well what perfect place to be in Cowboy™Hell™ then the CHURCH. We legitimately spent a good 3 hours in the church parking lot because where else we gonna go? back to Walmart? Probably,,, then its about 7am and we drove to some park. Welllllll,, since its Cowboy™Hell™ with a population of 31,169, EVERYONE FUCKING KNOWS EACH OTHER. My cousin’s neighbor came jogging by at 7 in the goddamn morning (who does that, get a life, sleep in, just stahp,,) and recognizes our car and guess what happens now? He calls our parents :))))))) Thanks for being a snitching ass little bitch,, because then my cousin’s mom drives up and says heyyyyyy, get your asses home :)) Well guess where we didn’t go? home. Guess where we went instead? Of all the places in Cowboy™Hell™ with a population of 31,169, we went to Walmart. 

[even-lovers-drown]

DO YOUR WORST

tagged by @blunts182​ (I need you to imagine a row of sparkly heart emojis bc I’m on my laptop so I can’t type them in)

1: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? Haven’t smoked one yet, hope I never do 2: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused? Very single 3: What if I told you that you were pretty?  Ahhhh, I’d probably be really awkward about it and compliment you back 
4: Ever been told it’s not me it’s you?  Nope 5: Are you interested in anyone right now?  Yes, but idk I think I’m starting to give up on it 
6: What are you looking forward to in the next week? New episode of Riverdale?? Also hearing back from a job interview I had 7: Do you want to be single?  I like my independence and I appreciate my quiet me time, but I think I’ve been single for a fair while, done my share of figuring out who I am and all that, think I’d like to be in a relationship tbh 
8: Did you go out or stay in last night?  Stayed in, I was finishing my Riverdale binge 
9: How late did you stay up last night? Probably til a little past midnight? 
10: Can you recall the last time you realized you liked someone a lot?  Yeah, it was a few weeks ago on my uni trip. This girl who I kinda thought was a bit vacant and bitchy is actually incredibly sweet and intelligent, really lovely girl. 
11: Last three things you had to drink? A cup of spicy tea this morning, I had a lil glass of mixed whiskey last night, and probably a cup of hojicha tea 
 12: Have you pretended to like someone?  Hm, to a point. Like I’m friendly with everyone even if I don’t like them. I don’t think I’ve ever pretended to like anyone, I’m usually pretty straightforward unless it would be rude or unprofessional in the context 13: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?  I hate to say it, but yes. 
14: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months? Oh absolutely. I live with two girls and we’re all pretty comfortable with eachother. 
15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?  Hm, yes. I think the main thing is that I tend to struggle with the principle of it, I tend to use it as an excuse to put myself down. So I’m working on that. 
16: Think back five months ago, were you single?  yessir 
17: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?  Cooking 18: Hold hands with anyone this week? I think so?  
19: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? I barely drink it now, I reckon I could give it a good bash  
20: What would you name your future daughter? I love really classic names like Alice, Lucy and Emma that remind me of books I love.  
21: Do you miss anyone? My best friend lives ages away, and my other best friend is halfway across the world, so I miss them both tons 
22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?  Nope 23: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?  Nope 
24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?  AHH YES? NO? Idk dude. Like I’m pretty good at putting my emotions aside for a certain time and putting on a smile, but like...if I can’t be bothered, it’s all over my face. I’m so transparent, it’s so not in my nature to hide anything 
25: Have you ever cried from being so mad?  AGH YES. Definitely 
26: Who did you last see in person?  I think it was my friend Emma? 27: Are you listening to music right now?  Yeah boiii  
28: What is something you currently want right now? My dang flatmate to come home so I’m not alone in this house 
29: What is the last thing you said out loud?  “These taste stale” - on the gingerbread stars I bought from Coles 
30: How is your heart lately?  I eat pretty healthy, apart from the terrible addiction to sugar, so probably fine. Listen, it’s still beating so if it stops, that’s a problem for future Jess 31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?  I literally only own one hoodie and I mostly just sleep in it, so nah 32: Are you wearing socks?  Not currently 
33: What do people call you?  Jess, Jessica, Jeh, Giuseppina, my younger sister and cousins can call me ‘Jessie’, and they’re pretty much the only ones I let call me that.   
35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?  The state of being alive 36: Who did you last share a bed with?  A drunk friend 
37: Did you do something bad today? I ate a rly unhealthy breakfast  
38: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you? Like, a week ago? 
39: Do you get stressed out easily?  :))))))) yes 41: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?  constantly 
42: Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone? My mum, or I just hold it inside 
43: Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? God not since I was a child, and never in an ambulance 
44: What are you listening to right now?  Mustang Kids by Zella Day  
45: What is wrong with you right now?  My knee is totally stuffed and I probably need to go to a doctor tbh 46: What is on your wrists right now? Nothing, usually a hairband 47: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing? The Netball championship in Sydney a few years back 
48: What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?  Ahhh depends how good the hot chocolate is. Usually apple cider, but if it’s like that hot chocolate in italy and france and stuff, the rly thick stuff? Well a bitch might change her mind 49: Do you make wishes at 11:11?  My birthday is 11/11, of course I make wishes at 11:11 50: Are you a good artist? I think I’m okay, I haven’t been drawing that much lately, although I did draw the characters from riverdale the other night when I couldn’t sleep 52: Do you miss the way things were six months ago? Nah m8  
53: Ever been on a golf cart?  I have not, I’ll add it to my bucket list 
54: Do you have trust issues? Ahhhhh yes and no. I kind of open up to people, but without really trusting them? If that makes sense? Like I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop, and I expect them to turn on me in some way, but I still open up to them and stuff? 56: Do you own something from Hot Topic?  If I lived in America, almost undoubtedly. But no, I do not. 
57: Do you use chap stick?  Always. Ya girl LIVES off burt’s bees 58: Have you ever slapped someone in the face? Only on a stage my friend 59: Do you have a little sister? Yep! She’s 12, and her name is Olivia and she would kick my ass in a fight 
60: Have you ever been to New York?  Does it count if someone I know with the same full name as me has been? (No I haven’t) 61: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?  Yep 62: Have you hugged someone within the last week?  Almost definitely 
63: What were you doing at midnight last night?  checking my clock and closing my eyes 
64: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?  Boy howdy you bet I have 
65: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?  Nope 
66: Were your last three kisses from the same person?  I don’t think so 
67: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?  Nope  
68: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?  Depends on my mood and how big the bed is and how hot it is 
69: Will next Friday be a good one? I’m either gonna be working, or I’m gonna be going to a party, we gon see I’m gonna tag @relatablealien @moonum @forestexplorer

[littledonkeyburrito]

Got my hopes up that the school might actually be on fire

1. Are you going anywhere for this summer? I’ll be going back to Australia in the middle of their summer. That counts, right?

2. Do you put ketchup on top of your French fries or on the side? Neither. Not a huge fan of tomato sauce. I think chips taste just fine on their own

3. Last time you smoked weed? I think it was July. It was my last attempt to see if I could actually enjoy it. I didn’t.

4. What are you currently hearing right now? Tengo un Amor - Genitallica

5. Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed? The bathroom door in my apartment doesn’t actually close properly but I still close it as far as it will go even though I live alone.

6. Have you ever kissed someone that was high? Yes

7. What are you looking forward to? Having a salary again. Also seeing my friends for the first time in a year. But I am not looking forward to the price of alcohol in Australia

8. If you were kicked out of your current residence, whom would you call? A hostel.

9. Are there framed pictures from your parents wedding in your house? There are not even framed pictures of my parents’ wedding in their own houses, since they split up 17 years ago

10. Do you ever hang out with someone of the opposite sex? Their sex is irrelevant. I don’t hang out with anyone because I don’t have any friends in this country.

11. Who was the last person you cried in front of? A cinema full of people who were probably also crying

12. Would you rather live in New York City or Washington DC? New York is further from the annoying orange but tbh I’d rather not live anywhere in that country.

13. Have you ever slept on the floor with the person you like? Who is this person I like? Can you introduce me? 14. Last non-alcoholic beverage consumed? Orange juice. I haven’t drunk any alcohol since I accidentally got trashed home alone last week haha 15. What are you wearing? stripey long sleeve shirt, grey hoodie, jeans, socks 16. Is it okay to kiss people when you’re single? Are you implying that some people think it’s only okay to kiss others when you’re not single? I don’t understand.

17. Have you ever met someone who is amazing? No, all my friends are shit. Of course I have met amazing people. 18. Does someone love you? I like to think my mum does 19. Do you want any tattoos? I used to but now I don’t care so much 20. Do you have anything in your pockets right now? Phone.  21. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? Muji, in Japan 22. When are you going to dye your hair next? Not for a long time. I’m pretty happy with my natural hair colour these days.

23. Are you listening to music right now? Yes, currently playing is Fake My Own Death - Sum 41

24. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? A few times, but not in the last couple of years

25. Something’s wrong: FIRST guy you turn to? Depends what is wrong but probably my dad

26. What kind of booze did you last take shots of? I think it was either white rum or tequila

27. Do you wear sweaters in the Winter or hoodies, more often? Depends on where I’m going. Lately I like my stripey sweater if I’m going out and wear my hoodie at home

28. Has your school ever had a lockdown? If so, for what reason exactly? Okay so when I was in highschool I was in music class in a classroom attached to the gym which is slightly separated from the rest of the school. We were watching lord of the rings bc we were learning about film soundtracks. One girl had gone outside, walked all the way around to the bathrooms at the back of the gym and come back. It was just after she got back that one of the groundskeepers came into our class and was like “what the hell are you guys doing?? You know the whole school is on lockdown, right? Didn’t you hear the alarms? Get under your desks!”  So we were all like “um wtf??” and got under our desks and turned the movie off. We peered out the windows across to the carpark and there was a bunch of cop cars with their lights on. Turns out there was an intruder in the school with a knife and the lockdown alarms had been going off but there was no alarm attached to the gym so we didn’t hear it, especially not over lord of the rings. They installed an alarm there that same week. 

29. Do you enjoy it when your school has drills? No, it was always so boring and got my hopes up that the school might actually be on fire this time.

30. What color were the last pair of headphones/earphones you bought? I have a growing collection of white earphones but I didn’t buy any of them. I keep getting given them on planes and nightbuses.

31. Are you a confident person, or do you keep to yourself usually? These are not mutually exclusive

32. Where was the last place you vacationed to? Did you enjoy this time? I went to Paris a couple of weeks ago. It was okay but would have been better if I had people to hang out with. I’m pretty bad at travelling solo and I struggle to meet people in hostels.

33. Do you like Mexican food? What’s your favorite meal under that genre of food? Genre? lmao

34. Are you afraid of thunderstorms? I love storms and that is one thing I miss from living in the tropics/sub-tropics

35. What is keeping you warm right now? WELL IT SURE AS HELL ISN’T MY PIECE OF SHIT HEATER

36. Would you ever donate blood? If they’d let me, but the countries I’ve lived in lately don’t want it because they think I have mad cow disease.

37. Would you go 2 days without eating for $200? For only $200? Hell no. Add another zero and I might consider it.

38. What are you currently listening to? This question comes up so often but fortunately it’s always a different answer. Now playing is La Mordidita - Ricky Martin

39. When’s the last time someone made you feel like you mattered? I was talking to a friend about when I’ll be back in Aus and he asked for plenty of notice on what date it would be so he could take a couple days off work because he was really excited to see me again. That was a nice thing to hear and I’m pretty sure we’re going to get fucking smashed when we see each other again because we are each other’s party friend. My liver dreads this date but the rest of me is excited to see him again.

40. Would you say your life is on the right track right now? It’s off-roading

41. Do/Did you skip class? On days I had drum lessons I would usually skip an extra half an hour or so. One of the drum teachers I had did not give a flying fuck that I was skipping class and he would actually kinda help me with it. My lesson was supposed to be 30 minutes every week. But I would rock up toward the end of the second break and stay until home bell rang almost 2 hours later. We would just jam or sometimes I’d show up and he’d literally leave to go get lunch while I sat there playing drums instead of going to maths.

42. Do you have long eyelashes? Yes. My lower eyelashes are so long that if I were to wear mascara it would smudge onto my skin when I blink. I learned this when my mum put makeup on me as a trial run before my highschool formal.

43. Does your family make you feel supported? Yes, I have a pretty great family

44. What is the highest outdoor temperature you’ve ever had to endure?  Outdoors? It was 45 Celsius in Varanasi, India AND I was sick at that point which made it even worse. I only went out at dawn and dusk for those couple of days. But I’ve been in slightly higher temperatures in vehicles in India. On one bus my phone was in my bag and it turned itself off because it was too hot.

45. And the lowest?  When I went up the swiss alps as a kid. It was summer but up at the peak my dad says it was negative 20. Tbh that’s probably an exaggeration but it was still pretty damn cold.

46. Can you usually tell when someone has feelings for you?  Oh my god no. I am so oblivious to this. Like that time a guy was hitting on me in a restaurant in central america and it took me more than an hour to realise. People say latino guys are more direct but I still didn’t fucking notice

47. How often do you straighten your hair? I don’t think I ever have

48. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink? I had sips of beer and wine growing up but my first ever full alcohol beverage was a can of pre-mixed JD&coke. Or was it jim beam and coke? Idk. One of them.

49. Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep? I have sleeping pills and I used to take them sometimes when I did shift work but they ended up making me just as drowsy the next day as if I hadn’t slept so they aren’t really worth it unless I desperately need sleep and only have a certain amount of time before I have to go somewhere.

50. Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? Female. For invasive procedures and also a woman is more likely to actually listen if I’m telling them something is wrong.

51. What was the last thing you bought? Groceries 52. What is something you do every summer? Sweat, rack up a decent electricity bill from blasting my AC, sweat some more as soon as I go outside 53. Do you have a job? I’ll be working again in February. And then I’ll be my older brother’s boss. 54. When was the last time you ate pizza? No idea. A long time ago.

55. Do you live near a beach or amusement park? Beach is about 10-15 minutes walk. But I’ve never swam there 56. Have you ever failed a final exam? Yep. I did not enjoy or do well at uni. 57. Who would you be shocked to see call you? A dead person. 58. Do you hate it when people smoke around you? I’d rather they didn’t but I don’t care that much. 59. How old is the computer you’re on? Less than 2 years but it is structurally falling apart. I have to be careful how I pick it up or adjust the screen angle because I could literally just break the whole thing apart. I just need it to last a few more months until I can afford a better one. 60. What is your blood-type? O+ the same as my mum 61. Are you donating your organs? Not currently. I’d prefer to wait until I’m not using them 62. What is one show that is canceled that you wish was still on? The Bitch in Apartment 23

63. Have you made any life altering decisions lately? To go back to Australia, I guess. But it’s more of a necessity than a choice.

64. What is the closest store to you? The cornerstore is next door to my building on the right and a bar is on the left. 65. Do you have any songs currently stuck in your head? Yofo - Molotov 66. Where is the last place you applied for a job?  No idea. I applied to a lot. 67. Which continent would you most like to travel to and why? Aside from going back to Australia, the next place I go will probably be somewhere in Latin America again. There’s so much more to see there. 68. Are there a lot of tourists where you live? So goddamn many. It’s not so bad now that it’s winter but the summer was so hectic.

69. Do you have to use public transport often? Whenever I go somewhere that’s not walking distance. The metro system is really good here. 70. Does your house have an alarm? Why, you gonna try to break in? I’ll save you the effort, I have nothing of value aside from the $30USD on my shelf 71. Have you ever asked someone out on a date? Y'know I actually don’t think I have 72. Whose grave did you last visit? Oscar Wilde’s

73. How far out of your age bracket would you date? Ideally within about 5 years of me but I figure anything less than my parents’ age gap is passable (15 years)

74. Could you go a day without talking to the last person you kissed? I have gone many days without talking to him.

75. Do you like mac n cheese? It’s mediocre.

76. Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? I woke up at midday but then went back to sleep for another 2 hours.

77. Are you usually wide awake when you wake up? God no. 

78. How long have you known your first phone contact? Since May

79. Which would you rather play: guitar or drums? I can play both but I prefer drums

80. You can never drink tea again or soda. Which do you give up? I don’t drink tea anyway so that’s a pretty easy choice. Besides, I wouldn’t mix rum with tea.

81. Do you live in the past? What time travelling secret do you have that I don’t know about?

82. Do you think that black cats actually bring bad luck? the fact that I’d have just seen a cat would already be the result of good luck.

83. When’s the last time you went to a party? Absolutely no idea. A long time ago

84. Do you like Chinese food over pizza? Very much so.

85. If you got married to the last person you kissed would you be happy? Married is a bit much

86. Can you go a month without swearing? I really couldn’t. Swearing is an ingrained part of my vocabulary, thanks to working in the security industry for 3 years.

87. If you had a chance to make $200, only, by stripping for truckers on a corner, would you? Why do you all think $200 is a lot of money?

88. Would you run down the street naked if it meant earning $15,000? That’s more like it. Yes I would certainly consider it at least

89. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? A couple of pairs. Currently wearing one of them

90. Do you automatically check your phone when you wake up? Yep

91. How many pairs of Converse do you own? Three but one of them are pretty destroyed and should go in the bin.

[guardianofjunmyeon]

Chinese Class (One-shot)

Pairing: Tao x Reader

Genre: Fluff; College!AU

Description: You need a tutor for Chinese, and through your roommate’s boyfriend’s friend you find him. One shitty study session, some mistakenly sent texts, and a retry later, you find that he’s isn’t as horrible a teacher as you thought.

A/N: If my Chinese is shit, let me know. I used translate for part of it bc it’s been a month since I even looked at anything related to my Chinese class, and unlike the character in this all of my Chinese is shitty. Not just my speaking. (Translations at bottom)

“Okay good, but your pronunciation is wrong. It’s fourth tone not second.”

“I’m saying it in fourth!”

“No you aren’t. You have to say it like you’re angry. You just sound…slightly displeased. Say ‘to buy’.”

“Mǎi.”

“Now say ‘to sell’.”

“Mai.”

“No, see that’s where you’re fucking up. Your third tone is fine, it’s just…your fourth. Say it like you’re pissed. Mài!”

“Mai!”

“Wow you really are terrible at tones.” You let your head bump against the top of the table you and Tao are camped out at in your University’s study hall. You were in desperate search of a tutor for Chinese, and happened to remember that your roommate’s boyfriend’s friend happened to be from the exact place where this difficult ass language is spoken. You have an oral exam in a week, and unable to practice with any of your friends (who are totally lame and didn’t want to take Chinese with you) you reached out to him.

Through your roommate’s boyfriend of course.

As good as his Chinese is, he sucks as a teacher. And to top it off he was expecting lessons from you in return. You expected him to ask for something in exchange for helping you, but never in your life did you think he wanted to learn English slang.

His foot nudges you under the table. “Hey, now tell me what this word is. What does this mean? Arthur Mee Mee.” you hold your head up to give him a bored stare. He holds his phone in front of you and you see an Arthur meme on his screen.

“It’s meme. Not mee mee. Like…me-muh. You don’t say the second m-e the way you say the first,” you explain monotonously. He pulls his phone back and looks at it like you’ve just explained quantum physics or the meaning of life or some shit. You watch him mouth the word to himself a few times and nod approvingly to himself.  

“I hate Chinese,” you grunt in dissatisfaction.

“Say that in Chinese.”

“Wǒ zhēn bù xǐhuān zhongwén.”

“You said zhōng weird.”

“Your face is weird,” you retort bitterly. He scoffs and doesn’t bother to reply. “Tao you’re supposed to be helping me, and I’m not getting any better at this.” Your plea falls on deaf ears as the guy across from you distractedly plays with his phone. Fingers flying across the screen and soft smile creeping across his face.

You’re going to have to fight him to get him to actively pay any attention to you.

“Let’s just call it a day. I haven’t gotten anything done, and yet…” you wait to see if he is going to even attempt to acknowledge the fact that you started talking. He doesn’t. You huff. “And yet I have a headache.”

Still no response. You stand up agitated and start to violently shove all of your shit in your bag. You feel disregarded and even a bit embarrassed. You nearly had to beg him for this tutoring session, and you even got…somewhat dressed up for it. You could have worn sweats and not done shit to your hair, but you did because you wanted to give a good impression…and you heard he was kind of cute so like…

But fuck that.

You’ll find a new tutor and you’ll dress comfortably and actually get some studying done.

You just need to find someone who can actually help you in Chinese…

You glance outside of the glass that separates the small study room from the larger area and try to get a gauge on what time it might be. You started studying at like 6pm…there’s no way it can be any later than 7. Whipping your phone out of your pocket to check the time and you see that yes, you were right. It’s only 6:42. 2 hours earlier than you intended on leaving today.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. Did you not just hear me 5 seconds ago?”

“You said something?” he asks genuinely. You grunt and chuck your bag over your shoulder offering a bitter but polite smile.

“Thanks for your time, but I don’t think we should continue these sessions,” you tell him evenly. A brief nod is all you can give as you scatter from the room before he can retort or even think of composing a response.

You stab at the elevator buttons trying to get it to close quickly so that you can hide in your room and study for your copious other midterms that you have to prepare for. On the bus ride to your home you send a quick frustrated message to your friend expressing the failure of a tutor you had, and the hopelessness you feel towards ever graduating and getting a stable job.

“Oh you’re home? We’re going to a dining hall do you want to come?” one of your roommates, a girl you’ve known since high school, asks you as soon as you walk through the door.

You grimace and shake your head apologetically. “Sorry, I’ve got a shit ton of homework to do before this weekend. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Don’t over stress yourself. You’ve been locked up in your room for the past 2 weeks. It’s like we haven’t seen you at all,” you other roommate adds.

You shrug noncommittally. “Sorry guys. I’ll join you next time for sure.” With mumbled goodbyes, they leave and you return to your bedroom.

Stupid Tao. Stupid Chinese Oral. Stupid fucking college.

Right before you can shed your clothes and shower your phone chimes a bunch of times in succession. It must be your best friend. When you open the messages, you’re greeted by straight Mandarin on your screen. Confused, you double check the sender.

It’s Tao.

Why the hell is he texting you, and in fucking Mandarin no less? Did he feel the need to add insult to injury by making you work to read whatever it is he has to say after you ran out of the study hall?

Huang Zi Tao:

>昨天你对了

>她真漂亮

>我太紧张了，不看她

>她讨厌我，我知道了

> 鹿哥, 帮我!

The words glare at you and you wonder if maybe it’s because you just got back from staring at your textbook that the words refuse to register in your mind. These words…you know all these characters.

Your bag falls from your shoulder as you glare back at the messages as if it’ll intimidate them into transforming into English.

There’s no way you could misinterpret something in English.

And there’s definitely no way that Tao miss sent 5 messages (five whole god damned texts) to your phone and…said you were pretty. You might suck at speaking Mandarin, but fortunately your writing and reading ability is the best in your class.

He thinks you’re pretty. He thinks you’re pretty and was too nervous to look at you and he…thinks you hate him. You pull the phone to your chest and blink owlishly at your bathroom door. What do you do? Do you message him back? Reveal yourself?

>怎么了?

The message sends and you don’t have the time to panic before you’re sent another message from him.

Huang Zi Tao

>每次她和我说话的时候，我看着我的手机

>我最坏的

Your fingers move across the screen as heat rises to your face.

>不对。You arent the worst

>lets meet again tomorrow. Same place at 3.

> leave your phone at home this time

What are you doing? What are you even doing?

You type out the short response and delete the smiley face you wanted to add. You want to seem indifferent. Embarrassed, but not nearly as much as he probably is, you lock your phone and escape to the bathroom hoping a shower will work some magic on your…

What is it that you’re feeling?

Excitement?

Giddiness?

Nervousness?

Apprehension?

Whatever it is, you hope the shower will get rid of it so that you can rest up before another study day (hopefully more successful than today’s) with Tao.

Your bag feels heavier on your shoulder today as you ride the elevator up to the 3rd floor of the study hall. After last night, Tao never messaged you back, but you figure he was either too mortified to initiate any further conversation, or he’d just fallen asleep.

Either way, you were here and you planned on studying no matter whether he shows up or not.

Clear as day you find him rigidly sitting in the exact same room, in the exact same chair that you left him yesterday.

No phone in sight.

Calmly, you open the door and step in, keeping your eyes glued to the ground as you settle in the seat you occupied yesterday and pull out your study materials. You make slow work of it. Taking each book out one at a time. Picking up 2 pencils and a pen and setting them down on the table softly before rearranging the order.

Finally, you decide to look up and when you do he’s watching you closely.

His eyes widen at the abruptness of your action compared to how slow you were setting up, and if you weren’t aware of what he thinks about you, you might have mistaken the way he looked off to the side as agitation.

But you do know what he thinks. And you know that he’s embarrassed. A weird satisfaction fills you.

“So I think we should start where we left off yesterday,” you say evenly. He cringes to himself and nods shortly before looking at your face once more.

“I’m so sor-”

“Chapter 9 right?” you look down at your book and pull it open to the page you’d left off on. His words die off as you shift your stuff around once more. Silence engulfs you both as you stare down at your book and he stares worriedly at you. This is suffocating you and you can’t even be mad. Because you did this to yourself???? You’re the one drawing this out.

With a sigh, you finally look up at his…wounded (wow you feel like shit) expression.

“I’m sorry!” he blurts suddenly. You jump in your seat at the volume. He clamps a hand over his mouth and breathes out heavily. “I…I thought I was messaging Luhan.”

“It’s fine.” The words come out easily, and really, it is. You aren’t mad at him. Not one bit. In fact, reading his confession made you like him more than you thought you would. You were ready to hate him, honestly, since he spent the entire day on his phone yesterday. But, you got your explanation, and some flattery. “What’s there to apologize over?”

His mouth parts slightly in shock at your words, before he tries to compose himself. “Oh…well nothing,” he pouts and you bite back a smirk at the confusion on his face. He must think you didn’t understand what he sent you. “How much,” he clears his throat as some of his confidence begins to come back. “How much did you…understand?”

You purse your lips as you pull out your own phone. When you set it on the table he blanches once more. You point to the first message. “You were right yesterday,” you translate easily. You point to the next, “She’s really pretty.” You smirk when you point to the third and catch his eyes. “I was too nervous, I couldn’t look at her…”

He swipes your phone off the table and hides it in his pocket out of your reach. You gape at him as he looks at you as if he can’t believe he did it either.

“Hey!”

“I get it! You understood what I wrote. Jeez you’re too brutal,” he grumbles. Smiling, you lean back in your seat and cross your arms over your chest. “I thought you needed a tutor because you can’t speak Chinese,” he lifts his eyes to look at you. Embarrassment fading bit by bit.

You nod. “I can’t speak it. You heard my tones. Reading, writing, and listening though? I’m perfectly fine.” Your smile is proud as you look back at him. He closes his eyes and groans loudly.

“I’ve never been more embarrassed in my entire life,” he mumbles to himself.

Stretching a leg out, you kick him lightly. “Don’t be. I…Your messages were really…cute. They were cute and you shouldn’t feel too embarrassed about it,” you admit shyly.

He brightens and smiles widely, so you cough loudly to avoid having to say more. You look at him with a smile. “So, Chapter 9?”

“(Y/N)?”

Your hand hovers in front of the door to the coffee shop you should have been leaving 20 minutes ago (but you and your friend got distracted talking while she made your drink) when you hear your former professor’s voice at a table near the door. She looks pleasantly surprised to see you, and you’re just plain surprised to see her. Classes are over for the year and you expected all of the professors to be off campus at this point. You smile politely and walk in her direction.

“Li Laoshi, hi!”

“Sorry to be bothering you, I know you’ve got somewhere to be,” she starts. You shake your head even though you do have to be somewhere… “I just wanted to tell you how well you did in my class, and how much I enjoyed having you.”

“Oh, no thank you for having me. I loved your class.”

She smiles genuinely and you glance nervously towards the door. “That’s good. Did you have any plans on joining the Chinese program to Taiwan next spring? It counts as class credit and an internship.”

“I plan on going. I just have to work out the details with my counselor before I apply. It sounds like a lot of fun and I need the credits-” you’re interrupted when you hear your name being called once again. When did you get so popular? Tao walks up to you and winds his arm around your shoulder.

Your teacher’s eyes widen ever so slightly and you subtly try to nudge him off of you.

“Hello I’m Tao,” he introduces himself and you want to die on the spot.

You sigh and smile apologetically to your professor. “Ms. Li this is Tao. Tao…this is my Chinese professor.” He straightens and reaches out to shake her hand, but you shove the two coffees that were in your hand into his chest. “Take these. I’ll be out in a minute.”

He nods and gives your professor one last smile. “It was nice meeting you!”

She grins back and raises an eyebrow at you. “Sorry I need to go, it was nice seeing you again. I’ll see you next year,” you say hurriedly.

You scurry to door and are halfway out when she calls after you once more. “Keep studying your Chinese this summer. The best way is to get a Chinese boyfriend you know.”

Your face heats up as you look out at the bench where Tao is sipping from both his drink and then yours as he tries to figure whose he likes more. “I know,” you murmur. With a final wave you trot over and steal your half drunken cup from your boyfriend’s hands.

>昨天你对了 = You were right yesterday

>她真漂亮  = She’s really pretty

>我太紧张了，不看她  =  i was too nervous i couldn’t look at her

>怎么了 = What’s wrong

>她讨厌我，我知道了 =  she hates me, i know it

> 鹿哥, 帮我!  =  Lu-ge help me!

>每次她和我说话的时候，我看着我的手机  = every time we talked i was looking at my phone

>我最坏的  = i’m the worst

>不对 = Wrong/Not right

[fangirlandiknowit101]

Story starter meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I was tagged by @definitelynotaminion

(I guess the 15 last means in update order...)

Some nsfw!! You can find all the fics on my ao3.

1. Lessons in love (viktuuri)

“Yuuri Katsuki?”

Yuuri’s mind blanks out. He’s in a small park behind a skating rink larger than any he’s ever visited, wondering how he ended up there in the first place.

And now, a foreigner is approaching him.

Maybe if he closes his eyes and pretends he’s a statue, the man will ignore him.

“You are the figure skater Yuuri Katsuki, right?”

The man smiles at him when Yuuri peeks through his lashes, tall and pale and oh god, he’s gorgeous.

2. Miliy (viktuuri)

Viktor has never done anything illegal before, and maybe he still isn’t, but surely – surely – paying people to get off on camera has to fall within some sort of immoral don’t-let-the-press-know category on Yakov’s list of Reasons I'm Balding.

And yet he can’t stop.

Gnawing furiously on his lower lip his fingertips hover over the touchpad on his laptop, the transfer of a not insignificant sum of money just a click away. When his eyes flicker to the screen – to the man currently licking cum off his fingers, eyes a hooded dark brown that Viktor tries and fails not to drown in every time – the decision is easy.

3. Sugar star (oisuga)

At 6 am sharp, Tooru’s eyes flew open as he threw himself towards his phone. He thought it might be a new record in reaching it, but then again he was already awake and merely biding his time until the device would yell It’s a trap! to signal the day’s first incoming text.

It was from Iwaizumi, of course, and he couldn’t help the silly little smile that graced his lips as he opened it to read.

Or well, he would have read it if it wasn’t just a picture of a wrinkly bulldog. Before he could think of an appropriately annoyed reply, another text followed the first.

Welcome to the 40’s club. Maybe now you can get a discount on your anti wrinkle cream.

He pressed the call button.

“You’re awful,” was the first thing he said (more like whined), flopping onto his back again to stare at the painted night sky on his ceiling. “And I don’t use anti wrinkle cream!”

4. The sun within me (sasnar)

”Hey Sasuke!”

It took Sasuke a second to realize that the person yelling at him was, in fact, not an intruder but rather Naruto, though by that point the knife was already securely embedded in his kitchen wall. Great, another dent to add to the already present four.

“Really Sasuke, you should be used to this by now! You need to relax a bit.”

Turning his head towards the noise he watched the other ninja slump down into one of his kitchen chairs, one arm on the table and the other loosely hanging off the back of the chair. Of course, that stupid grin was spread over the tan face, stretching out the whisker marks.

5. I see the universe in your eyes (viktuuri)

Well, Viktor thinks, this isn’t very good.

He’s got one hand covering his mouth and nose against the heat billowing around him, eyeing the unstable steel construction he’s standing on warily. It could give out any minute, really, but at least he has minutes.

There’s a high-pitched screech somewhere in the distance, like metal grinding against metal, and he nervously wipes sweat off his brow. To say he hadn’t planned on ending up here is an understatement.  It was supposed to be a routine mission, one of the boring ones, a simple pick-up-some-valuable-cargo in one of the outer systems. Nothing like the missions that had made him famous, had given him a reputation.

I know I always thought I’d prefer going out with a bang, but this is a little early.

The rest is under the cut bc this post is too damn long haha...

6. Prosecute my heart (sasnar)

Sasuke liked to think that he was neutral about Halloween. Actually, scratch that. He liked to not think about Halloween at all, but right now he found it very difficult to keep his brain free of the (fake) holiday considering his work desk was completely covered in all things Halloween.

It was Monday.

A Monday that so happened to be October 31st, and had he expected this he would have called in sick for sure.

7. Wasn’t expecting that (sasnar)

Sasuke isn’t quite sure what to make of his new classmates yet. They seem like your regular, run-of-the-mill people, with varying degrees of awkward. He probably feels more awkward than most.

Though, it’s not nearly as awkward as he used to feel, and now his awkward is more related to being able to act however he wants to without getting shit for it. He isn’t used to it yet, but it doesn’t worry him, because everything is right and the worst part is over, anyway. Still, during the first week he accidentally went inside the girls’ changing rooms before gym class. He’d been stressed, and too used to associating school with things like having to be a girl, and he’d had one of those annoying and pointless arguments with his parents as they dropped him off. He hadn’t been thinking, which was funny because thinking feels like the only thing he’s been doing the past years.

8. tomorrow, today (kagesuga)

Suga breathes in the excitement in the air, leaning against the railing up on the spectator’s level. Two seats are already secured right behind him, and he taps his fingers against the cool metal in quick little twitches.

“It should only be a minute or so,” Daichi says by his side, amusement evident in his voice as he leans on his forearms to peer down at the court.

“I just want to make sure they see us before they start,” Suga defends his anxiousness with, worrying his lip between teeth as his tapping continues.

“They already know,” Daichi mumbles, voice low as if he knows it won’t do a thing to Suga’s state of mind.

9. Head over heels (sasnar)

Sasuke isn’t lonely. He isn’t. He’s got plenty of things demanding his attention, therefore he doesn’t have time to be lonely. Maybe it’s the apartment, he thinks, as he makes his way down the busy street after successfully having completed his various errands. It had only been two months since he moved in after all, it would take some time to get used to the additional space.

 10. The sun within me - extras (sasnar)

There was a thud followed by a gasp as Sasuke’s hands slammed against the glass wall of the shower. His head was bent, water streaming down the dark bangs plastered to his flushed face, lips tingling and sore from the bruising kiss Naruto had just given him. Tan hands caressed down his back, palms pressing into his muscles.

“Sasuke…”

11. Secret Santa for SNS xmas 2015 (sasnar)

“Saaasukeeeee.”

Heaving a sigh, Sasuke dropped the dishes back into the sink and dried his hands, sparing a look at the clock in the kitchen. Naruto had slept for all of one hour and twenty minutes. A baby would be easier to take care of.

“Saaaaaaaasukeeeeeeeee.”

12. The sweetest gift is you (sasnar)

Why, oh why did absolutely everyone in Konoha decide that this evening in particular was perfect for braving the cold and leaving their homes to go shopping for Christmas… Couldn’t they see Naruto was in a hurry, dammit! Pushing and shoving he made his slow way through the mass of people littering the streets, a figurative clock inside his head counting down the seconds he was now late by, hoping Sasuke was somehow feeling the Christmas spirit and wouldn’t be too annoyed with his tardiness.

13. Pumpkin surprise (sasnar)

Oh god, this party was boring. He’d only been here for thirty minutes, and he was already dying to go home. Not that he was usually much of a party person, but he’d arrived a while after it started when everyone was already drunk, and Sasuke simply did not drink, which made everything five times as boring.

Why was he even here… oh, right. Because Karin dragged him, literally dragged him after handcuffing him to herself, declaring that she would never forgive herself for leaving her good friend all alone on Halloween. The fact that Sasuke didn’t like Halloween and also would never forgive her for dragging him seemed unimportant, apparently.

14. You and Me (and Him) (sasnar)

Sasuke is rushing, pushing himself forwards with chakra bursting from the soles of his feet to the rhythm of his frantically beating heart. It’s happening again rings through his ears as he careens through the village, sight set on the Hokage tower. Of all the times to leave the village…

He’s only been gone for a couple of hours, but the pang of regret still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He shouldn’t have. He should have brought him with him. If only he could have.

The few people milling about the entrance of the tower give way to him, eyes widening at the look on his face. Shizune is there to take him far below ground level, leads him to one of the all too familiar special, reinforced cellars. He can feel the heat long before they reach it, the pressure in the damp air causing the hairs at the nape of his neck to rise.

He knows this pressure. It’s bad this time.

15. Naruto and Sasuke (sasnar)

Somehow, our names always seem to be associated with each other. But I guess it can’t be helped, living in a small town like this. There are only so many people you can be friends with, and only so many you can dislike without becoming lonely. That’s why I’ve spent my life trying to become friends with everyone I can, and I have to say I’ve succeeded pretty damn well besides that one exception.

Uchiha Sasuke.

If I were to describe him, I’d say he’s a jerk who seems to enjoy making my life miserable, and wherever I go he always shows up.

If I were to try and describe our relationship though…

I know it says to tag my fav authors but i like a bazillion writers so i’m just tagging a few of you that i follow on tumblr bc i’m lazy so pls don’t think you’re not my fav if you’re not tagged (actually pls do the meme anyway if you want!!)

I tag: @kiaronna @uchihanochidori @teekettle @byebyeholocene @nihonlove

This was a lot of fun~ As for any patterns... well, it’s pretty obvious I like to start right away with some action, and leave descriptions for some other time. I kinda really hate descriptions lol. Also I tend to write while amused so, that probably shines through? I need my fics to be fun or action or both haha!