#bc the pink wasn’t in stock in the store

[aintmyjewelry]

I ordered a new phone! :D

[snowangeldotmp3]

tw: internalized homophobia dedicated to @figthefruitfaeth bc zoey and i were talking abt comp het and femme4butch nancy and then this was born.

Something is wrong with Nancy.

This was her third failed date since her breakup with Jonathan.

She doesn’t know what it is, why this was her third failed date. Nancy doesn’t do failed dates, much less three of them within the span of a few weeks. She’s not gonna call him—James or Jasper or whatever his name was—the date was awkward and suffocating and Nancy really just wanted to leave, but, manners and all that. To make things worse, Nancy just, couldn’t find him attractive. It felt like a pity date on his part, mostly. And to make things worse, they had absolutely nothing in common. He kept talking about what he expects from a woman; a stay at home wife and kids and everything that Nancy detested. Everything she actively wanted to avoid.

At least her and Jonathan had shared trauma, and a genuine connection—even if it was as just friends.

That’s why they’d broken up, actually. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, she did! She loved him more than she ever thought about loving Steve, but it wasn’t in the way that she knew he ought to be loved; he deserved better than that. She couldn’t love him more than that. There was something wrong with her.

She just doesn’t know what.

Nancy sighs, rubbing her face and staring back at the ceiling. The ceiling stares back, and Nancy knows, despite the downpour outside, that she will not be sleeping tonight. At least, not for a little while, anyway.

She tosses to one side, arm curled under the pillow, now staring at her bubblegum pink walls, and recalls the events of all three failed dates, trying to see where they all went wrong. And all three come back the same; Nancy just... didn’t like them.

If she’s honest, she would’ve rather spent time with Robin at Family Video, unofficially stocking tapes and goofing off, making a ranking list of best to worst Molly Ringwald movies. Or listening to Robin ramble about whatever book she’s reading, or about her nerves for college.

Now that she thinks about it, she doesn’t even know why she went on those dates in the first place.

That’s a lie. She does know why. She needed a distraction. A distraction from a certain dirty blonde who works at the video store.

Nancy doesn’t know why she can’t stop thinking about Robin. She should be thinking about Jeremiah or Jacob or whoever the hell she saw tonight, but, no matter what, she keeps going back to Robin.

Her and Robin’s friendship had come easy after spring break. Both of them too afraid to be alone for too long, and Nancy specifically, wanted to make sure nothing bad would happen to Robin. She almost lost her in the Upside Down and she was not going to lose another person to that godforsaken place.

And maybe that’s why Nancy can’t stop thinking about Robin, because she reminded Nancy so much of Barbara. Down to Robin’s nerdy little interests, so close to Barb’s own nerdy interests—stuff that Barb was always so passionate about that Nancy always wanted to listen to her. Couldn’t help but listen to her. Nancy was never sure what it was with Barb, why she always felt this magnetic air around her, an electricity that Nancy constantly tried to ignore when Barb would accidentally brush her pinkie walking side by side in the hallways. She always wanted to be around Barb, and she could never figure out why.

Why Nancy loved it when she made Barb laugh with her stupid jokes; why she thought seeing Barb smile—she could be a little serious, much more serious than Nancy, so making Barb smile was usually the highlight of Nancy’s day—was like winning the lottery. Why their sleepovers always ended with Nancy curled up into Barb’s side, trying to get warm, and an arm slung over her waist, pulling her closer.

Why her death destroyed Nancy. A mourning that sometimes, Nancy never thinks she'll get over. What happens when you don’t know where to put all of that grief? Where does it go?

Nancy huffs, turning to the other side, where bubblegum walls and Tom Cruise stare back at her, still wide awake.

It was nice to have another friend, too, one that she could call in the middle of the night and talk about anything—everything—and feel like she’s got a real friend again. A best friend, even. She’s not a replacement for Barb by any means--nobody could replace her, but it is nice to have someone to talk to again. Someone who shares her love for stupid little jokes and who never fails to make Nancy laugh, even when she doesn’t want to. Someone who Nancy feels drawn to; this warm, giddy feeling inside when Nancy hangs out with her.

Thinking about Robin now—her laugh, her eyes, her hands—the feeling returns, taking root and blossoming inside of her, warming her inside and out, making her face flush and her stomach flip. Nancy can’t help but smile softly into the darkness.

Isn’t that how she was supposed to feel about Jack? That fluttery nervous feeling?

Wasn’t that how she was supposed to feel about Steve? And Jonathan? And the other two guys she went on a date with?

What was wrong with her?

[sinkix]

♡ Haikyuu!!│Boys as your Roommate HC’s Pt.2│Ft. Kuroo, Bokuto, Kenma & Kageyama ♡

Since the last one did well I decided to do another 2am shit-post consisting of my bby HQ bois as your roommate so I’m v sorry if it’s messy and seems like rambling but honestly what did u expect. <(￣︶￣)> The more I write these the more I just want to summon satan and make them come to life man I love them sm.

You can find Pt. 1 here

E N J O Y ~ <3

◃:✮.❃⭒ ◃:✮.❃⭒ ◃:✮.❃⭒ ◃:✮.❃⭒

Kuroo:

So. Damn. Annoying

But in like, the best way possible??

Constantly teases and irritates you while cooking or when it’s your turn to do the chores.

“(Y/N)-kuuun I think you missed a spot”

Proceeds to show swabbed finger with the tiniest speck of dust on it with the biggest shit eating grin he can muster

You have constant competitions who can clean more thoroughly and rip into each other as a result.

I mean there’s worse things to compete over I suppose??

He likes to make it a habit of waking you up by throwing his HUGE ASS BODY ON TO THE BED IF YOU OVERSLEEP.

WHOLE BED JUST CREAKS AND DIPS UNDER HIS WEIGHT.

Wraps his arm around you and gives amazing cuddles tho so its worth it

Borderline suffocating you though just so you get up.

Also, don’t wake Kuroo when he’s had only a few hours rest

just, don’t. If you value your safety.

Last time you tried to haul him out of bed in this state he threw a pillow at you and BITCH WENT TO GRAB THE ALARM CLOCK NEXT but u dashed out the room before he could lob it. 

Speaking of which, pillow fights. 

so many.

 Y’all are always throwing random stuff at each other just to startle one another

You both make a conscious effort NOT to aim for the head though so I guess its ok???

The aroma of coffee always greets you in the morning and it’s become hella comforting since you’ve just come to associate that smell with him.

His bed head is 1000x more extreme in the morning which you tease him relentlessly for and def has bags under his eyes but it looks cute.

sleep deprivation but make it chic.

He is much more of a night owl i’m making it canon idc - however usually has to sleep early due to club activities starting first thing in the morning.

He wakes up especially early because he knows he not only has to haul himself up at an ungodly hour but Kenma as well since he NEVER gets up on time otherwise.

Kenma lives a few blocks down from you guys and you often kick it as a three.

Sometimes he stays over just to save the extra effort of Kuroo going to his place.

It’s always v chill with the three of you as you get on really well and just play mario kart till 2am.

which again, big mistake. They end up nearly being late to practise so it’s kinda counter productive lmao

worth it though.

Kuroo is a salty loser js and will definitely wave his arms in front of you or shove his ass in your face to block the screen so he can overtake you.

Sometimes forces you to go on early morning runs with him but it’s actually really nice since you watch the sunrise together while sitting for a water break in an empty field

Almost poetic if it wasn’t for the constant teasing and bickering like an old married couple.

Kenma is VERY thankful you have become his new victim for those morning run routines.

Bokuto:

SCREAMS FROM THE ROOFTOPS EVERY DAY

MY GOD

Actually pretty quiet in the morning?? Like the lil owl is just waking up so he usually just mumbles a good-morning and rubs his eyes its so damn cute

Usually pretty good about getting up on time but some days he needs a kick up the backside to get him out of bed.

He fully made you drag him out of the covers once before he was even willing to entertain the idea of getting up.

those 30 seconds felt like a 30 minute workout since he is so HEAVY.

I feel sorry for the neighbours on that day tbh

“Bokuto-san wake up.” 

“NNNgg-aaagGGHHHHH AGGAAASHIII”

“It’s (Y/N) you dumbass G E T U P”

You aren’t safe for long though because ONCE HE’S AWAKE HOMEBOY IS RARING TO GO.

Frequently makes y’all pancakes for breakfast with a frilly pink ‘best chef’ apron on and it’s fucking hysterical. 

actually has several aprons and one of them has a stock image of abs printed onto the front.

Pancakes is the only thing Bokuto is competent at so don’t expect anything else without the kitchen combusting

His pancakes are SO damn good tho like bitch who taught you to flip like dat.

Does a lil shimmy with his body and throws it back each time he flips so it basically aggregates as a performance too since hes so extra

One time the pancake landed on the floor and he was in emo mode for a whole day LMAOOO

boy was spiking while mourning the fallen soldier.

Akaashi was so confused as to why he walked into practise in such a solemn mood.

had to stifle his laughter once you told him the reason.

For some reason you have this tradition to play board games on a Friday night

Obvs you have to let him win and be a cocky ass bc otherwise he will be sad until the next morning.

sis will be in a slump while brushing his teeth over losing a game of monopoly.

Doesn’t expect you to come to practise with him but is always grinning like a dork the whole way there when you accompany him.

His game is always A1 on those days so Akaashi is eternally grateful.

Often tries to make you go to the gym with him SINCE Y’ALL BEST BELIEVE BOKUTO BABY AIN’T SKIPPIN LEG DAY.

Actually a really good workout partner though, he’s so hype and encouraging.

Grocery shopping is a nightmare, y’all come back with 3x as much as what was on the list while Bokuto just looks really sheepish and guilty like a dog who shredded up the sofa.

Kageyama:

Your conversations are very minimal at first until he adjusts to living with you.

Hella private with his living space and his bedroom

You always suspected he’s got some like weird alien cult meeting from Fiji going on in there with how shady he acts sometimes.

After a while though he’s pretty chill and doesn’t mind TOO much when you invade his personal space or go through his stuff.

I’d still be careful though an angry Kags is not a pleasant one.

He’s a minimalist, so if you ever get decorating done it’s usually you that takes the reigns since as long as it’s got a roof, a stove, a bathroom and a bed he could literally not give a fuck.

Unexpectedly easy to please over the smallest things, make a meal for him after a long day of practise and it’ll be hard for him to contain an appreciative smile.

Do NOT pull him up on it though bc he will get defensive 

just embrace it bro you won’t see it often.

V good at getting up on time and hella quiet in the morning when going about his routine, it’s easy to forget he’s in the house a times so at least he’s considerate.

Honestly doesn’t care whether you come to practise or not it makes no difference to him. Though the closer you both get he will sometimes wait for the moment you walk through the door and mentally slap himself for doing so.

Sometimes plays music in his room but it’s always really quiet and hard to decipher unless you press your ear up against the door.

The boi plays some BOPS though which is really surprising???

Usually takes charge of stuff like grocery shopping, cleaning etc. 

Control freak™️ here to assist your household services. 

He’s pretty dense though with these matters and needs some guidance at times lmao

Will not get the item on your list unless you CLEARLY SPECIFY AND INCLUDE THE WHOLE DAMN TITLE OF THE ITEM

You’re surprised he doesn’t request you illustrate the fucking bar code.

In the end you sometimes end up caving and just either going with him or going in his place.

Once he warms up to you y’all like cracking little jokes at each other and pulling one another’s leg.

if you get up even the slightest bit late he’ll just throw a lil “good afternoon” with a smirk on his face.

Sometimes he will come and chill with you on the couch to binge watch shows and it’s just a really relaxed atmosphere.

has really good taste in movies and series??

Honestly just a hella respectful roommate as long as you respect him and his privacy in return.

You once stuck his knee-pads in the washing machine on a high temp and they came out ready to fit a 6 year old.

You still suspect he holds a grudge to this day.

He also tried to give them to Hinata and never have you seen him more genuinely offended lmao.

Kenma:

The pair of you always end up oversleeping and it’s a genuine problem ur the definition of a disaster duo.

If it wasn’t for Kuroo strolling into your sleeping quarters most mornings you guys would sleep till the suns ready to set again.

Bless up Kuroo.

Constant video game marathons and y’all always compete to top each others time

It’s basically just the speed-run side of YouTube but under one roof.

Cannot and will not cook he is too LAZY for that.

Only thing he will do is stick an apple pie in the oven.

He’s courteous though he leaves you like,,, a 1/8th slice

smh.

You mostly get take-out or you’re the one that ends up cooking.

Veeryyyyy quiet, only noise in the household is the occasional snicker or lil conversation.

he has such a soothing voice hnnnnnnnnnggggg

The only time it’s remotely loud is when you play video games but even then the volume is quite low.

You usually end up crashing in his room from playing games till the crack of dawn and Kuroo frequently scolds the two of you.

you don’t listen though lmao.

For some reason you both end up in a hugging position when you wake up and neither of you have addressed it.

Except for the sus side eye look Kuroo gives the pair of you when he finds you like this.

He knows if he mentions it you’ll both infiltrate his apartment and choke him out with a console cable lololol.

You order most of your groceries online bc Kenma’s social anxiety will skyrocket and not allow him to be in a store full of more than 10 people, poor bby.

It works out for you too since why tf go there when you can have it delivered to your door.

You often binge watch anime together and he has GREAT taste mind you.

You made him watch a romance anime once and he secretly enjoyed it.

Since then he will very awkwardly request to watch them occasionally and you can’t help but smile.

The only time you clean is when you have to, like bins brimming with trash before you decide to take them out.

You accidentally broke his fav controller once and he didn’t talk to you for a week LMAO.

Still handed you one to play split-screen though so you knew he wasn’t entirely resentful.

[plush-anon]

You worked at joanns? 😍 dream job

In all fairness, a large part (and I do mean a LARGE part) of why I enjoyed working at Joanns were the managers.

The store manager was a guy named Richard, one of maybe two or three men who worked there total, and this man was practically a saint as far as retail goes.

This was a man who would, with no hesitation, get on the floor to help customers, or hop on the registers to check customers' purchases out, or pop on to the cutting counter to cut fabric. He remembered the names of regulars, would chat and smile while getting shit done, and was the type of guy to speak slowly and softly when we had shitstains explode at us measly peons for not giving them the full cost of an item back in a return (ex $200) when they used a coupon to purchase an item to begin with and only paid a portion of the cost (ex. $150). No joke, this actually happened to me on Black Friday with a man who stood at about 6 foot with a crewcut and a snarl (the military Karen, if you would)

Richard, of course, stood at about 6 foot 5 inches, and reminded me of a ginger grizzly bear in some ways. Very few customers continued to be assholes when they asked to speak to the manager and Richard came over, smiling wide. He encouraged us to chat with the customers while we worked the cutting counter - it was a good way to learn about what they were making, encouraged general conversation and lent itself to a better environment for everyone, worker and customer alike, so we weren't just awkwardly standing in silence the whole time.

The assistant store manager (aka his second in command - we had two other assistant managers, but she wielded more power than both of them) was Farrah, and she was basically Cool Wine Aunt, but with weed. She was open about smoking it (but not in a pressure-the-underlings kind of way, but more of a 'yeah, it calms me down' kind of way) but never on the clock, and was just really chill in general. She was also a 'jump on the registers' type of manager, and on occasion would take the closing staff out to get a drink from the texmex place next to us in the shopping center, and cover one for each of us - particularly during the Holiday Clusterfuck of October, November, and December (their Frozen Kahlua Mudlslide was my alcoholic drink of choice - they also had these spicy chicken strips that were amazing with it, but I digress).

Both of them were amazing people who would support and back us up without hesitation (if they weren't dealing with corporate or stock trucks coming in), and both routinely worked 15 to 20 hours UNPAID overtime during the Holiday Clusterfuck so that we the underlings could get more hours without Corporate jumping up our ass about going over budget.

They were also refreshingly upfront in our monthly meetings about profits and meeting them, as well as why company policy was the way it was, and how to work within the boundaries so we got more hours. One of my favorite moments was when they said the fabric sales essentially covered their own cost (production and delivery); the rest of the cheap crap in the store was what covered our paycheck and electricity, so hawk it as much as you can if you want extra in the bank (paraphrasing here, but that's not that far off what they actually said tbh).

With some Karen-y exceptions, the customers were honestly pretty chill. There were two women from a nearby church who bought well over 200 yards of cut fleece to make no-sew fleece blankets for children and the poor in December (it took forever to do, but they were so cheerful about it and told some funny anecdotes in between, kept the counter clear as soon as they were cut, etc. Took them three carts to haul everything to the register XD).

There was the slew of quilters making everything from baby blankets to anniversary gifts to quilts for their grandkids attending the local university that they could wear to football games in the colder weather, while still showing team pride. They always bought quarters and eighths and the end of the bolt for half price, digging thru our remnants bin for something they might have missed they could get for half price. They always talked about what they were working on, and spoke in great detail on their kids or cousins or niblings or grandkids. I saw so many pictures on phones, in wallets, and they loved them to absolute pieces.

There were cosplayers making their first costume to comicon, halloween goers trying their hand at making their own outfits, and a few furries making custom suits for order or just updating their own personal outfit. There were the usual school and church Christmas plays that needed costumes, and folks making custom table runners and place settings for family holiday meals.

One notable young man bought out 30+ yards of our 65" inch wide bolt felt for JEWELRY projects he was making as a part of his business and as a part of his art program (you can major in art with a concentration in jewelry making, and he was using it for that). He didn't leave a card, but the pictures he showed us were STUNNING.

We had a few elderly mothers come in with their daughters, to pick out fabrics so they could make their own wedding dresses, or quinceanera outfits, or veils; they showed us the patterns they had, or the pictures they were basing the designs off of, and all of them were STUNNING. (One came back in with the finished dress in the bag, this intricately beaded poofy dress that had to have taken days, hot pink and shiny).

We had local restaurant owners pop in for re-upholstery projects and curtains and vinyl; same with teachers and deck dads and furniture restoration workers that would gush about the design, what they had planned. Some would bicker with their spouses on the pattern, but it felt good-natured on the whole.

We had some elderly men come in to peer over our sewing machines - "How much it run for? My wife's birthday is coming up and her old machine's about done, and I want to surprise her. She had a Singer, but she hates the electronic screens on some of these newer ones, they hurt her eyes." - and moms coming in to sew some custom bed sheets for their kids - "My son really likes the new My Little Pony show, but he's a little shy about it. Do you think the blue's okay? Only he like yellow more, but they don't have any back there and he doesn't MIND blue really but - Actually scratch that, how wide is the fabric? My pattern says it needs to be at LEAST 22 inches wide, does it say on the box?" - and people coming up with some WILD craft ideas that were always a delight to hear them gush about - "So this MAY seem crazy, but I can turn these plastic pumpkin trick-or-treat pails into SNOWMEN heads with felt like this. We fill them with treats for the kids since we don't have a fireplace and they like it fine, but someone said I should sell these on Etsy and people really like them! But I've run out of pumpkins, and you have NO idea how happy I am that you guys still have some left."

The group we had to work with was also pretty crafty; a few were chronic call-outs, some a bit lazy, some perpetually done-with-this-nonsense, but we were mostly on the same page on shift, and all of us were crafty as heck. The employee discount was a blessing AND a curse, lemme tell you.

Stock was the best part, for me. Hours before the store opened at 9 AM, we would rip open the boxes and stuff everything onto the shelves, organizing anything the closing shift missed the night before along the way, updating new stickers or shuffling pegs over for new product arrangement, etc. We could listen to music or podcasts as we worked, and I ended up impressing some of them bc of how fast I tore through everything some mornings (the music definitely helped out there).

I was actually about to be promoted to assistant manager after 6 months, but then I got my job with the university, and they had federal health benefits AND dental, so... yeah, no contest there. Richard actually laughed when I told him I'd been hired at the university and was giving my two week notice, since it meant he didn't have to do the slew of paperwork that accompanied new assistant manager hires. He congratulated me on the job, especially the health benefits - he said that was a perk worth leaving any job here for. I nearly cried with relief that he wasn't mad.

He and Farrah chipped in and got me a small music box that plays Man of La Mancha's Dream the Impossible Dream on my last day. It still sits on my desk at work.

It was honestly my favorite retail job out of the bunch I've suffered through. Surprising at first, since I initially received a rejection email bare HOURS after my interview with Farrah, but about a month later (as I trawled endlessly through interview after interview, desperate for anything those first few months ), I got a call back from them asking if I was still interested (which I was, bc hey a job!). They remembered me specifically bc I had missed my bus to the interview, called ahead to let them know I would be late, then walked the whole way there in the rain to get there. (It was only about a mile and a half away, so not a terrible journey, but flooding is an issue in our flat-ass city; I looked like a drenched afghan hound holding a useless umbrella, so enjoy that imagery).

They were particularly impressed by the calling-ahead part.

Unfortunately, both of them ended up moving on to different paths over the year after I left - apparently they had been friends with benefits (? I say hesitantly, since I ran into one of my coworkers at an art show later on and she spilled the beans there - she was a bit flighty in nature though, and got caught up in gossip a LOT, so who knows. Lovely brocade custom projects though), and his ex girlfriend had called corporate on them and got both fired.

I think Farrah came back some time later, but the damage was done after that - the new manager came in and operated SOLELY to corporate policy. A LOT went to pieces in terms of store cleanliness, order, and general camaraderie after that - the new fabric counter folks look and sound dead inside, and barely interact with customers (not even a 'whatcha making' in passing, which is kind of sad - the stories I got helped to pass the time, and kept me from using up all of my Set Conversation Phrases for customers that actually WOULD leave us standing in silence). Corporate also stopped some of the smaller store policies that made our job easier and gave the customers a little something extra (the 'end-of-the-bolt' discount - if, after the customer orders say, 2 yards of fabric on the bolt, and there's say, a half yard "remnant" left on the bolt, we can sell them the remnant for half-price. A LOT of quilters LOVED this, and we did too, since it saved us from filling out the remnant tag and printing a sticker later on).

Just goes to show how important good management is in a business; especially when it can kick a store previously part of the top 50 stores in the NATION (while being a medium store at that - smaller place, NOT Hobby Lobby size like the Large stores) to something much less pleasant. I could be rose-goggling the situation thought - retail is still retail, no matter how nice some aspects are - but it still sticks with me as to how good he experience was even taking into account that it WAS minimum wage retail.

Food for thought, lads, food for thought.

[jett-dawson]

i posted this story on my main instagram but i thought to share it here. it’s abt doll hunting for series 2 + kia hart

so i went to my local target. it’s basically the only target in my town but i’d like to think my town is very big and populated so... rainbow high dolls would be a must in my area. anyways. i asked my gma if she could bring me to target to search for the dolls. i mainly was in search for kia bc i have the money for her and shes a definite must. my next goals are krystal, stella & bella. anyways.

i didn’t have my hopes up too much. i figured that the website wasn’t lying when it said they had no series 2 dolls. plus it’s after the holidays, stores must be wiped out. ofc there were a ton of people there. so i get there and i check the RH section and it’s basically empty. there were only a few ruby’s, poppy’s, sunny’s and jades. that’s all. the rest of the shelves were empty. and same goes for the barbie section, the lol surprise section, the disney section & lego section. so i went off to get some food but i came back just to double check. maybe someone found a series 2 doll and just put it back on a wrong shelf.

so i was walking over and found a scanner and was like ooo! let me scan the DPCI codes i saved (thanks clawdeena!) and literally NONE of them were in stock or in the back. but like. they were in the system, so kia had to be coming soon. i went back to the RH section and read the little price tags on the shelves. they had ones labeled “fuchsia” “indigo” “pastel” etc. etc. and bottom shelf was labeled “Kia Hart”. i was like. OMG.

so i ended up asking a lady abt the dolls and she was like oh yeah bc of the holidays they are totally wiped out etc. etc. we probably won’t start to see new shipments up until feb. and i was like. oh?? what?? and i told her abt the DPCI codes and how there’s already sections for these dolls on the shelves. like. if they are to be coming in a month... they would not have the sections already labeled for them? idk

but she was like “oh rly? wait which specific are u looking for?” so i said kia. and we went over to the kia shelf and she scanned the code with her personal scanner. and she really said.. “oh! okay so we will be getting a shipment of 3 Kia Hart dolls on sunday! you can come early in the morning if you’d like so you could be the first to get one! the trucks come at like 4am so they might not even be in the shelves yet but you could always ask who is working here to check the back. tell them i sent you”

and like. okay yay this is so helpful! and i’m so happy to know kia is coming! but like. THREE? why only three? like ik people won’t be buying dolls as much as they would in comparison to christmas time and holiday season but like. you’re telling me you’re only getting three kia dolls? what does that mean? am i getting too into it? literally. what. but hopefully i can run over there super fast in the morning to get kia. my grandma ended up getting confused in the situation thinking we were talking abt “the other pink doll” (which is bella) and so now i’m rly unsure if the lady was referring to bella or kia. i mean she did say she suspects her to be coming for february but then scanned kia and was like oh wow we get her this weekend

idek. i thought this was semi interesting and i’m just trying to tell people abt my day sndndndt this has been the most eventful week day since like. ever. minus christmas lol

[yhs-okami]

"all the small things" by blink 182

A/N: This one was hard ngl, but I'm really proud of how it turned out bc we need more wlw vibes in this fandom

Soul sighs softly, fidgeting with the feathers on her arm boredly.

Tonight was supposed to be the night that Soul finally proposed to Sookie, but her boss had decided last minute that he needed more help around the store and the two women were in need of as much money as possible now that their landlord had raised rent by another hundred dollars so Soul took the extra hours.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Soul was able to clock out. Her joints ached from the repetitive motion of putting up stock and the little box in her pocket felt like a hundred pound weight of disappointment. The owl woman gets into her car just in time for it to start raining against the night sky. She huffs and starts up her car, heading home as some random music from the radio plays softly, just enough to calm her senses.

As Soul pulls into the apartment complex parking lot, she smiles upon seeing the lights in the apartment window still on. Bolting quickly through the rain as she doesn't have her umbrella with her until she reaches the lobby and just as quickly goes up the stairs since the elevator is out of order. Again.

"Hey, babe, I'm home!" Soul calls into the apartment as she opens the door only to be met with silence.

"Sookie? Love?" She calls again, wandering further inside.

The living room wasn't lit with the usual lights and was instead lit with a mass amount of warm toned fairylights and the occasional candle, giving off a soft cinnamony smell. Soul smiles as she breathes it in, her favorite.

On the couch, there was a single pastel pink rose with a little letter attached to it with a white string. Soul sits as she gently takes it, fiddling with the stem as she unfolds the paper.

'My Dearest,

I have a little surprise for you. Please go change out of your work uniform and meet me outside on the balcony. You'll love it, I promise :)'

Soul smiles and nods to herself, gently tucking the letter away.

As quickly as she can, she rushes to the bedroom to put on her favorite outfit to wear for these romantic dinners that Sookie plans, a simple dark red dress that poofs out a lirtle just above her knees with a halter neckline, pairing it with a matching kitten heels. She gives herself a little look over in Sookie's vanity mirror, grinning at how nicely the dress still fits her after four years, cupping the curve of her hips just right. Once she's satisfied, she makes her way out to balcony, opening the curtain to the sliding glass with a soft gasp of awe.

A tarp had been thrown over to top of the pergola, keeping anyone outside from getting wet and creating a soft pitter-patter sound. More candles had been lit, left to drip down onto a floral candle dish on the center of the small glass table at which Sookie was sat. The swamp monster woman herself had cleaned up very well, her normal blue sundress swapped out for black pinstripe dress pants and a white lacy blouse and her auburn hair tied up into a loose bun. Her grey eyes shone with excitement when she looked up to see Soul.

"Welcome home, Soulmate." Sookie says with a grin.

Soul laughs softly and blushes a little at the use of Sookie's favorite pet name to use.

Sookie gives her girlfriend a large hug before presenting her with a bowl of spaghetti with a meaty sauce.

"I tried a new recipe tonight for the sauce, so I hope you like it."

Soul nods.

"You know you make the best food this side of town. There's no hoping because I will." She teases softly, beaming at the giggle Sookie gives.

The two women catch up over what happened over the day as they are, Soul spinning tails of her idiot coworkers and Sookie explaining her ideas for three pieces of art she was commissioned to draw, as they eat, simply enjoying each other's company.

After a while, Soul looks down at her lap, where she hid the box with the engagement ring for Sookie, and she considers. Maybe it's not too late.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Both women ask in unison, laughing in surprise.

"You go first, dear." Soul says with a little smile, thankful for the moment to soothe her nerves.

"Well, y'know, I've been thinking for a while that we've been together so long, almost fifteen years and we've done so much together, but I've just been wondering. Do you think there's anything else we could do?" Sookie asks, standing from her seat across the table with a hand hidden behind her back.

Soul's eyes widen, her heart speeding up and her mouth going dry as she realizes where Sookie is going with this. As if the world was in slow motion, Soul watches as Sookie gets down on one knee in front of her, presenting a small velvet box from behind her back and opening it to reveal a golden ring with a single blue gem embedded into the band.

"Soul Owl, will you marry me?"

Soul shakes herself out of her frozen stupor and she laughs, causing a little confusion and a lot of panic from Sookie until she sees Soul grab a small box herself. She opens it, showing of the delicate silver ring, one larger shimmering white gem flanked by two smaller pink pearls, and Sookie laughs as well.

"Uno reverse?" Soul jokes, sliding down to the ground to wrap Sookie into a bear hug.

Sookie giggles and returns the hug.

"God, we both share one braincell, don't we?" Sookie asks, pulling down to put her ring onto Soul's finger, Soul mimicking the action.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, though." Soul says before giving Sookie a joyful kiss.

Send a song for some vibe writing?

[patchwork-panda]

If A Moment Is All We Are (Ch.1)

This is the Dazai x OC/”reader” with bits of Kunikida x OC/”reader” fic I created.

I’m just gonna post the entire text of first chapter below the cut bc even tho it’s at zero hits, I still feel there’s people out there who might want to read it...

OC is based off “The Story of Your Life” by Ted Chiang, the basis for the movie “Arrival” w Amy Adams.

Shout-out to @discoten for Beta-ing this first part :)

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Pale gold. Rose red. Dusky purple.

My eyes traveled from one brightly colored glass panel to the next, finally landing upon the deep azure blue of the Virgin Mary’s veil. I kept my eyes trained on her face, trying to stay focused on the massive stained-glass windows, the beautiful art shining all around me, anything to pretend I was at this gallery under different circumstances. Shafts of colored light as bright as shattered gemstones danced across the floor in the late afternoon sun, flitting over the black-clad bodies of the two men who lay prone nearby, their silent forms looking unnaturally still against the vibrant carpet.

I swallowed uneasily, a familiar sort of nausea creeping up from the pit of my stomach as I watched the dark pool of liquid around them grow wider and wider, the smell of iron heavy in the air...

Squeezing my eyes shut momentarily, I wrenched my attention away from them, trying to go back to staring at the windows but found myself looking once again into a pair of steel-gray eyes. There, at the entrance of the gallery, standing so still he may was well be a statue himself, was the young man who’d slain the two security guards lying on the floor nearby. With his pale face, stark-white cravat, and torn black overcoat, he reminded me of a vampire, or maybe even a god of death—his very image called to mind a painting of the Grim Reaper I’d passed on my way into this room. If only I had heeded the warning...

If I had, then maybe I wouldn’t be staring into a pair of piercing red eyes right now—the eyes of a shadowy monster attached to the back of this man’s cloak. As if sensing my thoughts, the demonic creature bared its dagger-like fangs and growled, its bloody, gaping maw stretching wide.

I kept my hands in the air. My cold, sweaty palms trembled on either side of my face as I returned my attention to the stained-glass windows around me. I’d had my hands in the air for so long that my arms were getting tired but I couldn’t drop them—I didn’t want to think about what would happen next if I did. Then the headlines tomorrow would read: “Attack at the South Pier Art Gallery. Three dead: two curators and one visitor.” In perhaps a day or two, they’d identify my corpse as “Kusunoki Kyou, aged twenty, a college drop-out and local shut-in.” They wouldn’t be able to get a hold of my parents; they were overseas and I hadn’t seen the rest of my family in so long, I wasn’t even sure if they were still in Chiba any more. Maybe the reporters would interview one or two of my former classmates... But would they even be able to find anybody who still wanted to talk about me after I shut myself away so abruptly?

“Hey, how have you been? Akutagawa-kun?” the man behind me called out brightly, the lilting tenor of his voice jarring, given our current situation.

I kind of figured he was crazy from the moment we met, but not this crazy.

What kind of man tries to play catch up with a friend (acquaintance? I honestly had no idea how they knew each other) while holding a gun to somebody’s head—my head? Even though I couldn’t turn around to see his face, I could picture his cheerful smile, the twinkle in his intelligent brown eyes, the layers of bandages wrapped around his neck. I could practically hear the gears in his head turning behind me as he watched Akutagawa and calculated his next move, the tone of his voice giving absolutely nothing away.

There was a tiny click—the sound of the safety being shut off—and I grimaced as I felt the metallic chill of the handgun’s muzzle pressing more firmly against the back of my head. Akutagawa immediately shot a dirty glance over my head at the person holding me hostage. He spat out a single name:

“Dazai-san.”

I went back to staring at the windows.

I really shouldn’t have left my apartment this morning.

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Ramen.

Instant ramen was the reason I decided to venture out of my glorified broom closet for the first time in probably weeks. Had I known that the craving for convenience store food would lead to my being shot to death in six hours’ time, I would’ve ignored the growling of my stomach and taken my chances with starving at home instead.

Maybe.

I’d stayed up far too late the night before binge-watching the latest season of a new anime I’d picked up and my best guess for when I’d finally fallen asleep at my computer was probably around three in the morning. When I finally woke up (sometime around noon), I had Pocky crumbs in my hair, my pajamas were sticking unpleasantly to my skin and my stomach was grumbling from the lack of real food in who knows how long. Unfortunately, my pantry was empty, so I did what any normal person in my situation would do: put off going outside for another couple hours by picking another anime to watch. I only realized I really needed to get going when I finally reached into my giant bag of snacks and found it empty.

Dread building in the pit of my stomach at the mere thought of going outside, I threw off the pink bunny pajamas that I hadn’t changed out of in a while and tossed them on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I hadn’t done the laundry in weeks and it was anyone’s guess which pile was “clean” and which was “dirty” (I’d lost track of which was which days ago). However, I didn’t have a real need to distinguish between the two until today... I stepped into the bathroom, walking right past the tiny cracked mirror above the sink without really looking into it and pulled the shower curtain closed. I knew what I would see: a greasy, dead-eyed otaku version of the creepy girl from The Ring, with long black hair and reddish-brown eyes, only instead of a haunted child, I’d see an adult who failed to get her life together after just two years of moving out of her relatives’ house.

Half an hour later, I’d dressed myself in an old pair of jeans and a large sweatshirt emblazoned with the logo of a magical girl anime and was desperately fishing around in my kitchen drawer for the thing I needed most: a pair of gloves. I hadn’t needed to go outside in so long that I’d forgotten to stock up on nitrile gloves and it was with an enormous amount of relief that I finally retrieved an old pair at the bottom of the drawer.

I was too tired and hungry to notice the small hole in one of the gloves when I pulled them on, nor did I notice when I put on my face mask and tied up my hair. Honestly, I was just lucky the torn one didn’t rip completely away from my hand when I was putting on my shoes but maybe it would’ve been better if it did. Maybe then I wouldn’t have ended up at the art gallery...

But I wasn’t thinking about my gloves when I prepared for my short trip; I was thinking about food. After all, it was supposed to be a quick trip, just a short walk through the hallway and down the street to the nearest convenience store, then back. It honestly might not have been so bad if everything that happened after hadn’t gone so horribly wrong.

The first thing that went wrong happened the moment I stepped out of the building. Blinded by the sudden appearance of sunlight, I smacked right into an old lady walking in front of my building and immediately fell on my butt.

“Oh my, Kyou-chan!”

I groaned as I slowly got back to my feet.

“Is that you, Kyou-chan? Nobody’s seen you in weeks; it’s been so quiet on your end of the floor that we thought maybe you moved out!”

“No, I’m still here, Yamazaki-san,” I replied, recognizing the woman’s face before her voice.

Mrs. Yamazaki lived on the same floor as me and was kind of a busybody, but a caring one. The evening I’d first moved into the building, she’d knocked on my door around dinner time and asked if I knew how to play Mah-Jong. One of her friends had canceled on their group last minute and they’d needed a fourth. I’d declined as politely as I could but was still somehow dragged out of my room by the boisterous old woman and forcibly socialized over a cup of hot genmai-cha. I’d meant to return the favor by dropping by with some kind of snack in hand but never got around to it.

I could feel the guilt curling in the pit of my stomach as I took in her tiny form, her smiling face but all I could do was smile weakly as she remarked on how malnourished I looked and how long my hair had grown since she’d last seen me. Then she spotted the tote bag in my hand.

“Kyou-chan! Are you going shopping?”

“Not really, just getting some ramen at the convenience store.”

Mrs. Yamazaki’s eyes widened.

“Is that all you’ve been eating these days?” she asked, sounding concerned.

“N-no. I’ve had...”

I thought back to my box of strawberry Pocky.

“...Other things.”

She frowned.

“That won’t do,” she declared.

Without waiting for me to respond, she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the nearest crosswalk.

“Yamazaki-san!” I tried to wrench my arm out of her grip but she was surprisingly strong for her age. Or maybe—I cringed—maybe I’d just become extremely weak after months of being a shut-in and not getting any proper exercise. Drawing commissions hardly worked the arms.

“This isn’t the way to the convenience store! Yamazaki-san!!”

Before long, we were inside an actual grocery, Mrs. Yamazaki chatting away merrily as she pulled vegetables off the shelves and tucked them away into her own basket (I’d run into her just as she was about to go anyway). Occasionally, she’d grab something green and leafy and stick it into the basket she’d forced into my hands, and she kept doing it until she’d buried the thick layer of ramen and junk food that lay at the bottom of the bag. When she was satisfied with the composition of my groceries, she nodded approvingly and hurried me towards the cash registers.

“There now,” she laughed once we were outside and I was carrying a very heavy bag of things I hadn’t actually intended to buy. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She stepped off the sidewalk and two things happened very quickly: one, a truck ran a red light, barreling towards her as she attempted to cross the street, and two, as I dropped my groceries and rushed forward to save her, my right glove caught on something sticking out of my bag and finally ripped.

“Yamazaki-san!”

I reached out—my fingers stretched towards her.

“Look out!!”

Several onlookers screamed as I seized Mrs. Yamazaki by the back of her jacket and yanked her back. We fell to the ground, crashing down onto the sidewalk just as the truck sped through the intersection, honking madly as it flew by. Somebody behind us was yelling for the cops, several people had taken out their cell phones and as one of the grocery store employees rushed over to help us up, I felt an odd stinging sensation in my right hand.

I looked down and saw that my right glove had been completely shredded. Though I still had coverage on most of my fingers, much of the pale blue nitrile was hanging off my right hand in thin, ragged tatters and there were several long scratches on the palm of my hand from where I’d scraped it against the sidewalk when I fell.

The store employee, a stout, middle-aged man with bulky arms, helped a very shaken Mrs. Yamazaki to her feet, and though I could feel her trembling as she clung to me, I tried to shift my posture as she leaned on me. I couldn’t let her touch any part of my bare hand.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” the man from the store asked.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” Mrs. Yamazaki answered, her voice quavering as she looked up at the man and then at me.

Tears sprang to her eyes and before I could stop her, she got down on her knees and bowed deeply, touching her forehead to the ground in gratitude.

“Y-Yamazaki-san?”

“Thank you!” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You saved my life, Kyou-chan!”

“Yamazaki-san, please,” I dropped to my knees as well and tried to help her up. “You don’t need to do that. Please, get up.”

As the store employee and I raised Mrs. Yamazaki to her feet, she chuckled, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked at me.

“And to think, if I hadn’t met you on your way out this morning, I might be...”

She shook her head slowly and I exchanged a worried glance with the man who’d come to help.

“I don’t know where I would be if you weren’t here, Kyou-chan,” Mrs. Yamazaki breathed. “From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

Though she seemed to be completely fine, with no broken bones or serious injuries, she continued to cling to me, and I felt her grip on my arm tighten as the employee informed her the police were on their way and we may want to stay to give a statement. Panic slowly rose in my chest as I felt my uncovered wrist coming out of my sleeve but as I carefully began to extricate myself from Mrs. Yamazaki’s grip, she suddenly turned to me and looked me up and down. She gasped.

“Oh, Kyou-chan!”

Her eyes had fallen upon my scratched palm.

“You’re bleeding!”

I yanked my hand away.

“I’m fine, ma’am.”

“Let me see it,” she demanded, grabbing my wrist. “I insist.”

As the store employee ran inside to get some band-aids, Mrs. Yamazaki gently picked up the edges of the ripped nitrile, pulling it away from my bloody, scratched-up palm, oblivious to my attempts to get away. As the glove gradually peeled away from my hand, I felt the warmth of her wrinkled skin brush against my fingers.

And then it happened.

The sound of canned laughter echoes throughout the room. Flickering green and white light casts odd shadows upon the walls. The cat-shaped clock above the television reads half past eleven in the middle of the night but there is another sound that is audible over the muffled noises from the TV. It beats in time with the clock and it sounds like something dripping, something liquid and warm.

Tick.

Tick.

T i ck.

The clock cat’s eyes shine with unnatural green light— light reflected from the television screen. They are blank , open, and staring, just like the eyes of the woman draped oddly over the side of the television set, her eyes wide with fear and shock.

Mrs. Yamazaki clutches at her chest. Blood dribbles thickly from between her fingers, her breath comes in wheezes and gurgled gasps as she slumps further and further down the side of her TV set. She leaves a bloody hand print on the side panel and falls to the ground.

Someone is laughing.

I am laughing.

The sound is deep, unfamiliar. There is a large, bloody kitchen knife held fast in my fingers, which are thick and hairy. I move my arm to check the wound Mrs. Yamazaki had inflicted on me and I see the vivid tattoo of a monstrous green snake, its fangs sinking deeply into a cracked human skull.

The television returns to its regularly scheduled programming. A time stamp appears in the upper right hand corner...

I came to, to the sound of somebody calling my name and immediately let out a sharp hiss of pain. While I was out, I had dropped to my knees, scuffing my jeans, and I could feel the thin skin over my kneecaps bruising horribly against the concrete sidewalk. Thankfully, that was all but my hands were shaking and I had a massive headache. Looking alarmed, Mrs. Yamazaki, not a single knife wound visible on her body, held my hand in both of hers with a troubled expression on her face. She had been the one calling me.

“Oh my goodness! Are you alright, Kyou-chan? You’re as white as a sheet.”

I immediately ripped my hand away and stuffed it into my pocket, just as the store employee returned with bandages. As he stuck out his hand to give me the bandages, I took a step back, shrinking away from the two of them.

“I’m fine.”

I stuffed my hand deeper into my pocket, ignoring the stickiness of the drying blood.

“Are you sure?” Mrs. Yamazaki asked, worry clouding her voice.

“I SAID I’M FINE!!”

That came out way louder than I’d meant it to. The people around me looked startled. I could hear the whispers. My Ability, “The Story of Your Life,” the curse of seeing visions of the future of those I touched, had manifested at the worst possible moment. I picked my bag off the sidewalk and ran.

[artificialqueens]

Treat me how you want to be treated (branjie) - writworm42

N/A: Bc the only thing hotter than a stud is her high femme gf making her stud call her daddy. For Holtz, also thank you Holtz for beta-ing fdhsjfkhdsjk

Title from B.I.T.C.H. by Megan Thee Stallion

So far, Brooke and Vanessa’s anniversary couldn’t be going better. Vanessa had planned everything in advance to make sure of it, but still—she can’t help but be a little impressed with herself, because up until now, no plans that she’s ever tried to execute have ever unfolded so seamlessly.

She had gotten Brooke up early and driven her to the spa they’re spending their weekend at, a little place by a hot spring out in the countryside that Brooke had been absolutely overjoyed to see. They’d had lunch out on the terrace while watching birds fly and flowers rustling in the wind, and before a day full of pampering finishing off with a special three course dinner Vanessa had specially prepared a menu for, making sure all of Brooke’s favourites were on it. Brooke had loved it all, had gushed and giggled and kissed Vanessa excitedly at every new surprise she’d revealed for her.

But there’s still one more surprise that Vanessa hasn’t mentioned yet, and even though she practically drags Brooke back to their room after they’ve watched the moon rise higher and higher in the sky, she can’t help but feel as if it hasn’t come soon enough.

Call her selfish, but hey. It’s her anniversary, too.

Small raindrops have already started to scatter themselves on the window overlooking the spa grounds, the hot spring, the terrace where they’d eaten, and the sprawling trails for outdoor yoga and long mid-day walks. Vanessa had booked the room specifically for the view, and Brooke had absolutely loved it when they had come in to drop off their luggage earlier this morning. And thankfully, she still seems to love it just as much now as she joins Vanessa at the window, placing a hand up against the cool glass.

“I bet it’d be amazing to be in the hot spring when it’s raining.” Brooke sighs, watching as the raindrops against the window become fatter, faster, racing against each other in an ebb and flow that always results in them joining one mutual stream.

She doesn’t know why, but watching it makes Vanessa want to kiss Brooke even more.

She settles instead for walking to where Brooke is, wrapping her arms around her, getting up on her tiptoes to press her lips to the nape of Brooke’s neck.

“I think I have something even better than that for you, if you want.” Vanessa whispers, and Brooke shivers, making Vanessa’s heart swell with affection. “I want you to wait right here while I get you something, ‘kay, baby?”

Brooke doesn’t respond, only nods, swallows hard in a mix of excitement and nervousness, eager to find out what exactly Vanessa has planned. It’s cute, and Vanessa can’t risk stroking Brooke’s cheek, guiding her chin down to give her a soft, teasing kiss and a squeeze on the ass as a parting gift.

When Vanessa emerges again, Brooke is sitting patiently on the bed, hands fiddling on her lap as if she knows that if she doesn’t keep them busy, they’ll wind up getting her in a lot of trouble. Vanessa smirks a little as she slides onto the bed next to her girl, giggling when Brooke starts a little at her sudden presence.

“Aww, what’s wrong, angel? Were you thinkin’ about me while I was gone?” Vanessa drops the crinoline-wrapped package in Brooke’s eager hands that tear and dig through the paper with abandon until they finally reveal what the gift has in store.

“Looks like I’m not the only one with sex on the brain.” Brooke teases as she holds up the lingerie, red and lacy and barely-there, just the way Vanessa likes her dressed. Vanessa only shrugs, wraps her arms around Brooke’s waist and pulls her close.

“Sweetheart, you put sex on my mind since the moment I met you.” Vanessa mutters against Brooke’s lips, just close enough to graze with her own but not enough to fully close the distance, and when Brooke tries, a firm hand on her chest stops her.

“Put it on first, kitten. Go on, you know daddy doesn’t like to wait.”

Brooke raises an eyebrow, grabs Vanessa’s wrist and strokes it with her thumb as she clicks her tongue. “You’re so funny, thinking you call the shots.”

“We’ll see, baby girl. We’ll see.”

“Guess we will.”

Without any other word, Brooke saunters off to the bathroom to change, making sure Vanessa is watching her ass as she goes.

Brooke takes her sweet time getting out of the bathroom, a move that Vanessa intends to file away for later, hold against her in the form of swats on her ass and teeth against her collarbone. But all those plans fly out the window when Brooke finally reemerges, and Vanessa sees just what had been taking her so long.

Brooke is a vision in lace, her lips matching the deep scarlet of her lingerie and a pair of red stockings and garters framing her legs. Her hair is already tied back in a ponytail, a long strand of her locks twirly on the end of her finger as she walks back towards Vanessa, climbs onto her lap and guides her chin up to look her in the face.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” Brooke bats her eyes innocently, but the smile on her face betrays her scheming, her knowledge of exactly what’s going on, what she’s doing to Vanessa. “You seem a little distracted.”

“I wonder why.” Vanessa lets out a breathy laugh against Brooke’s skin, beginning to graze her lips along the line of Brooke’s neck.

“Oh?” Brooke laughs, grinds down a little harder, a little slower. “Do you like it when I dance for you, daddy? Makes you feel all nice?”

“ Fuck yeah.” Vanessa starts, beginning to move her hands up Brooke’s legs, over her thighs, towards her ass. But she doesn’t get anything else out, doesn’t get a chance to move her hands anywhere further along Brooke’s body; because Brooke grabs her hands, forcing her backwards and using her height and strength to pin Vanessa down on the bed and box her in to keep her there.

“You’re so easy.” Brooke purrs, her grip tightening when Vanessa squirms.

“I’m so getting you back for this.” Vanessa grunts, but the threat is half-assed; because fuck it, she can’t fight anymore, not when Brooke grinds down again, swallows Vanessa’s would-be protests with a searing kiss.

“Mhmmm.” Brooke smirks against Vanessa’s lips, and she can feel the taller woman’s waxy lipstick rubbing off on her own mouth, can taste the cigarettes she’s not to be smoking on her tongue when she licks along Vanessa’s bottom lip, pulls at it with her teeth. “We’ll see, kitten. We’ll see.”

Vanessa doesn’t respond, only whimpers. She can already feel wetness beginning to gather between her legs, arousal curling in her belly and making it hard to lie still. Brooke must notice, because she teases more, grabs a firm hold of Vanessa’s throat and deepens her kisses.

“My, my.” Brooke’s breath is hot against Vanessa’s skin, sending a shiver down the younger woman’s skin. “Tell me again, who was supposed to call the shots?”

Vanessa squirms more, the challenge only serving to increase the need burning between her legs.

“You’re so cute like this, sweetheart. Coming in here all big and bad, trying to act like you didn’t know you were gonna wind up under me. Didn’t hold up long, did it, huh?”

“I–” Vanessa gasps, but then Brooke is letting go of her neck, replacing her hand’s grip with soothing, sucking kisses, and her breath catches in her throat.

“Speak up, darling. Who’s in charge?”

“You are.” Vanessa whimpers as Brooke presses a knee between her legs, adding pressure where Vanessa needs it most.

“I am, what?” Brooke challenges with more pressure up against Vanessa’s cunt and a sharp nip at her collarbone.

Vanessa’s cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment, but she has to say it, fuck, she wants to say it, if it’ll keep this going. “ Daddy .”

“There we go, much better.” Brooke laughs. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, baby?”

Vanessa shakes her head, grinds down on Brooke’s knee, and thankfully, Brooke lets her, beaming as she watches Vanessa slowly lose her grip.

“So desperate for me, I love it.” Brooke traces along the waistband of Vanessa’s shorts, pulls at the hem of her t-shirt. “But I think you’re wearing too much, don’t you, angel? How ‘bout we get you out of all this, get you nice and ready for daddy?”

Vanessa swallows hard, her mouth going dry as Brooke gets ahead of herself, goes from teasing to pulling, slowly stripping Vanessa as if she already knows the answer to her own question, because she does.

“ Please , daddy. Please.”

Brooke doesn’t take off Vanessa’s shirt–she knows Vanessa wouldn’t want it, that it would bring her just a hair too much out of her comfort zone. Instead, she focuses on Vanessa’s lower half, pulling off her shorts and throwing them somewhere in the room. Vanessa’s boxers follow suit, and then she’s laying bare, vulnerable, open and exposed for Brooke to play with.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” Brooke muses, running two fingers up Vanessa’s slit, rubbing around her folds. “All pink and swollen for me…”

“Daddy, please—“ Vanessa starts to beg again, but her plea is cut off by a gasp as Brooke finally moves to her throbbing clit.

Brooke is merciless, she always has been - once she starts going at Vanessa’s clit, it’s almost as if she’s in a trance, focused purely on Vanessa’s gasps, her moans, every little buck of her hips or curl of her toes as Brooke goes faster, presses harder, encourages her more and more.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good, keep moaning for me, keep making those pretty little noises. God, you’re so fucking sexy, fuck , kitten, that’s it…”

“Please,” Vanessa sobs, cutting through the adrenaline and arousal before she loses herself completely, “Please Brooke, please daddy, I need to come, I need to come, please let me come—“

“Come for me, angel. You’ve earned it.”

Vanessa doesn’t think when she comes, barely even feels—all she knows is she’s overwhelmed, a mess of pleasure and excitement and pride as Brooke whispers praises against her neck, rubs her through her orgasm to bring her down gently.

“ Fuck. ” Vanessa laughs, her breath ragged. “I think that’s the best one you’ve ever given me.”

“Glad to hear it.” Brooke giggles, moving up to hold Vanessa close, and lies down next to her and strokes her hair as she catches her breath.

“You don’t want me to return the favour or anything?” Vanessa looks up at Brooke after a moment, watching as the blonde winks, grins widely.

“Oh, I do. But let’s rest for a moment first, huh? We got all night to play, might as well cuddle a bit, too.”

Brooke has a point, and far be it from Vanessa to resist being cradled in Brooke’s arms, nuzzling against her chest.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” Brooke whispers softly, kissing the top of Vanessa’s head, and Vanessa swears she can hear Brooke’s heart speed up a little when she sighs out contentedly, snuggles in a little more.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Vanessa mutters, hugging Brooke tight and pressing a soft kiss onto her skin, heart soaring when Brooke’s heartbeat speeds up again.

“I love you, too.”

[gwenpendragns]

“I didn’t know what real happiness was until I met you.” for olivia olsen if you’re inspired or any oc of your choosing if you’re aren’t inspired!!

Writing this on mobile again bc I’m at work oops

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If there was one thing Sweetpea was sure of, it was that things needed to go at Olivia’s pace. That was made clear when it took over a year for her to agree to actually, officially be his girlfriend. No matter what, Olivia always made the first move whether that be a kiss, holding hands, or any of their more promiscuous activities. And Sweetpea respected that, albeit he did have to hold back a lot because he was a bit of a romantic sap, but he’d do anything and more if it meant getting to fall asleep with Liv wrapped up in his arms.

So Sweetpea had no expectations, he honestly didn’t think Olivia would even remember, but when he got home from hanging out with Fangs, he noticed the dark lighting. When he opened his bedroom door his heart nearly jumped out of his chest at the sight of Olivia, sitting on the edge of his bed with a timid smile, a cute little pink dress and white stockings. The lights were off but she’d snuck in some of those dollar store fairy lights and had them hanging around the room. He wasn’t surprised to see she’s brought home some food from Pop’s, because she’d just finished her shift, but he was surprised that it was set up on a little red blanket on his floor, with a couple of tall flutes and a bottle of knock off champagne.

“Hey,” she whispered almost bashfully, and Sweetpea’s mouth dropped open slightly. Gaining some of her confidence back, Liv stood and wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands immediately going to her hips as she pressed a couple of teasing pecks along his jawline. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

“You do all this for me, princess?” He asked, his words cocky and teasing but his voice portraying his soft and awed self. Sweetpea bit down on his lip, eyes meeting Liv’s as she continued her teasing, “of course I did, you think I’d forget?”

He laughed, rolling his eyes and moved a hand up to brush her curled hair behind her ear. “Seriously Liv, you know I would’ve been happy to just see your face.”

“Well yeah, duh,” she retorted with a snort but her face turned serious, “I wanted to do something special because I lo-“

Sweetpea was pretty sure he was having a heartattack but calmed himself as he watched the words fall flat on her tongue. He smiled, squeezing her hip encouragingly and caressing her cheek knowingly. It was too soon for her to actually say the words, and he wasn’t about to force her. Sweetpea knew she loved him.

Olivia looked down for a moment before meeting his eyes again, blue slightly glossy from unshed tears, “I didn’t know what real happiness was until I met you.” Is what she settled on, and fuck if it wasn’t the most perfect thing to say.

Smile widened, Sweetpea planted a wet kiss on her before he wrapped his arms around his torso and spun her around.

[unholyhelbig]

omg haha that was completely my fault for not being specific! especially bc i like the other fic too! if you're considering writing a pt 2 to the one where hope is a surfer you definitely should bc that's my fav ❤️

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[a/n: Thank you so much for the love! As always, writing smut is not my strong suit, so go easy on me!]

Title: Braving the Storm [P2] 

Ship: Lizzie Saltzman/ Hope Mikaelson 

The warm summer wind curled around Hope Mikaelson’s legs, the thick scent of the sea pulled at every inch of her as she walked along the mostly vacant beachfront. The sky was cloudless and large water-washed rocks sat littered with seaweed drawn in from the storm. She reveled in the silence.

Her board had been broken and her keys were somewhere in the sand. Despite the warnings and her pounding headache, she took to searching the stretch of land helplessly. Palm leaves and different patio furniture that hadn’t been bolted down lay crumpled and broken. She had left Lizzie at the store, had flushed, and walked out because she couldn’t even justify what had happened.

Concussion or not, Hope Mikaelson wasn’t one to have a quick fuck in a stock room an play it off like it was nothing. She liked to have a connection, or at least a decent meal with a woman first. Hell- even a last name would settle the odd feeling in her stomach. But no, it wasn’t her.

She frowned and kicked weakly at a pile of sand that could have been a magnificent castle with a trapped princess and a valiant prince who would have been a woman all along; because only someone with the female sense could rescue a girl from a tower that large. Finding her keys was a long shot.

Hope had fastened a pair of fake lifeguard pants around her waist- the word was misprinted and the color was an abrasive shade of red. She flexed her toes in the wet sand and breathed in the overwhelming scent of rain and her own sweat, shockingly glad that Lizzie had forced her to down that much water. It eased the nausea in her stomach.

The world felt like it was on its edge; everyone still huddled in their homes either too drunk to see the light of day or too concerned with the power lines and rising water to venture past thresholds. She stared at the waves like so could see the clear line where it cut off, watched as rolling darkness hurried away.

“You’re following me now?” Hope didn’t tear her eyes away from the ocean.

“I figured if you dropped out of nowhere, you’d want someone around.” Lizzie grimaced before taking a breath “I don’t know how concussions work.”

Hope chuckled and glanced over; Lizzie looked effortlessly captivating in the sunlight. Her hair caught every turn of the wind and her eyes were bluer than the very waves they stared at. Her nose was red and raw and her expression was tired but content. It matched how Hope felt.

“It’s just a little headache, I’ve had a few.”

Lizzie lifted a perfect brow as if prompting her to continue, to fill the unwavering silence of their Eden.

“Before I started surfing, I skated. God, my mom was furious with the choice but knew there was no talking me out of something I was determined to do. She took me to a skate park and without any training, or practice, I took to it. I fell within seconds and she had to take me to urgent care for some stitches. I had a concussion then, too.”

“You sound like you’re stubborn.”

“The best people are.”

Lizzie smiled, and Hope couldn’t tell if it was more to her, or to the world.  Either way, she could feel her palms sweat and her throat tingle. There was an odd pull to Lizzie, one that made her feel like it would be okay to straddle in her a back stock room filled with cheesy t-shirts and multicolored rocks that they bought in bulk.

“I’m not like that,” Hope finally stumbled out.

“Stubborn?”

“No, I’m more stubborn than I’d like to admit. I meant… I’m not someone who plays into that whole surfer stereotype. I don’t just fuck random people because they saved my life, or whatever.” Hope’s cheeks felt hot and she averted her gaze.

Lizzie took a deep breath and turned until she could face Hope entirely, her arms crossed over her chest. “You’re thinking too much. You’re not the only one who got something out of that, you know? Don’t run yourself ragged over something silly.”

“Like morals?”

“Well, I suppose it depends on who you ask, but yes.”

Hope shoved her hands into the pockets of the cheap sweatpants and sighed “it doesn’t bother you in the slightest that I wouldn’t have given you a second glance if it weren’t for this hurricane and a rainbow umbrella?”

“Oh, should it? People don’t tend to notice a girl behind a counter when all they sell is novelty items. Why would someone who lives here have any reason to buy another shirt with the state they live in, embroidered on the breast?”

Hope weighed her options and her outlying guilt. Lizzie had a point- when she first moved here she was captivated by the glass-plated buildings and what they had to offer; the towels that were screen printed with images of sunsets, the key chains flashing with the most common names, and whatever neon toy was on the market.

“So, just sex?” She sounded out.

“Just sex, if that’s something you’re interested in.”

She pursed her lips and turned back to the waves, watching as they pulled a generous amount back out to sea. Hope had never had an offer like this laid out on the table, not so bluntly, anyway. There had been hookups and long term relationships. But never something just focused on the end goal of pleasure.

“Okay,” her voice was slight “Yeah, we can do that.”

Lizzie nodded, seemingly satisfied with herself, before turning and walking back towards the boardwalk. Hope hated the fact that she watched the entire way, and felt an odd type of ache in the bit of her stomach. But maybe that had something to do with the fact that she couldn’t find her keys.

It took two weeks for their small town to feel normal again. The stores had pried wet wood from windows and piled sandbags in sheds instead of at the edges of doors. Hope had been careful and calculated when it came to every visit to the beach after that.

She couldn’t deny the pull it had on her. She had gotten a new board and fished deep in her junk drawer until she found the spare key to the jeep. The beaches were full again and the waves towered enough to get some good days in- and still, Hope couldn’t bring herself to step foot through the doors of the small novelty shop.

She struggled to peel the wet suit from her skin, releasing the top zipper as her bare feet burned against the asphalt. She ignored the wandering stares around her, and the cooks behind the nearest restaurant as they puffed in smoke before slowly letting it fill the air.

Hope moved the rest of the wetsuit down and threw it in her trunk, feeling the stifling summer air against her mostly bare skin. She started to dig helplessly through her backseat in search of a large t-shirt or even a pair of pants.

“I can’t say I’m not enjoying the view.”

She straightened out, a flash of anger moving through her. Hope dug her nails into her palm and turned to face the culprit “Would you still enjoy the view if I- oh,”

Lizzie had a smug smile on her face, and Hope cursed herself for feeling that familiar rush of heat. “I haven’t seen you in a while. You’re not rethinking our deal, are you?”

“No, of course not, I’ve just been a little tied up is all.” Hope spoke too fast for her own good and Lizzie was quick to take notice, but nice enough not to say anything in the first place. She knew her cheeks were a soft pink but chalked it up to the sun that beat against them.

The blonde leaned forward, she smelled like sunscreen “How’s your head?”

“It’s fine.” Hope lifted an eyebrow cautiously “Oh, um, I mean- it still kind of hurts. Maybe you could get a better look at it… in my car.”

Lizzie schooled her stance and her smile twinkled as if she was just given an invitation for a massive masquerade ball complete with freshly clipped roses and fancy platters of food. Not the backseat of a used Jeep that had a healthy coating of sand on the floor.

Hope opened the door further, like a real gentleman and watched carefully as Lizzie climbed in before doing the same herself. And she hadn’t really thought this all the way through- because the riskiest place she had ever had sex was a few weeks back in the middle of a category five.

Now they were in the back corner of a parking lot that was surrounded by a weather-washed fence and the backs of a few shops. She suddenly felt like she was exposing more than Lizzie was- still in her work uniform of jean shorts and a t-shirt while Hope sported a black bikini, showing the full expanse of her stomach, arms, and legs. Lizzie traced every inch while Hope leaned forward and locked the doors.

“Your car is nice,” Lizzie managed

“It’s a piece of junk, but thank you for trying.”

“Come here.”

Hope allowed herself to be guided to Lizzie’s side of the car by the top strap of her suit. It hadn’t been hard enough to unloop it, but she was effectively in Lizzie’s lap, a tongue running over the roof of her mouth in a matter of seconds. She wasn’t sure which one of them moaned first, but it lit a fire deep that ran deep against her skin as Lizzie’s hands wandered.

Hope bit down softly on Lizzie’s lower lip before running her tongue over it and moving her touch to Lizzie’s jaw. “I’m in charge this time,” She spoke in a low snarl.

“And what makes you figure that?”

She moved to Lizzie’s pulse point, feeling it quicken under her lips “My shitty car, my rules.”

Hope didn’t’ hear a further objection, just a small whimper of pleasure as she looped her fingers around the bottom of Lizzie’s shirt and pulled it over her head. Hope hadn’t been one to take control before- the nerves of starting a relationship, or lack thereof, like this was teeming at the back of her mind. But not when Lizzie was under her like this. Exposed.

She unhooked the latch of her bra, throwing the flimsy fabric into the backseat with her wetsuit. Hope could feel her own heart rate rise as she got a good look at Lizzie; the way her skin seemed soft, breasts flawless in the early evening lights. She knew in that moment that she wanted to watch Lizzie unravel completely. She wanted to be the cause of it.

Hope kissed softly down Lizzie’s chest, nipping tenderly, her stomach heaving up and down with hot breath. “Stop teasing.” She hummed through clenched teeth, fingers digging into the leather seats.

The button to Lizzie’s pants were easily undone, and she eagerly lifted from the seat long enough for Hope to slide the shorts down to her ankles before they were discarded entirely among the sandy floors. Hope lowered herself, even more, running her nails against Lizzie’s sides.

“You know,” She spoke against Lizzie’s thigh, biting down soft enough to elicit a moan of pleasure, “I thought this idea of yours was pretty crazy.”

“Uh huh,”

Lizzie wasn’t listening, and Hope knew that. She was trying to scoot down the seat to bring Hope’s mouth closer. But the shorter girl had a good hold on each of her legs, moving just a bit closer to her sex.

“It’s starting to grow on me a little bit.” Hope ran her tongue over the little bite mark she had left on the inside of Lizzie’s thigh “Unless my priorities are all out of wack.”

“Hope, don’t take this the wrong way.” Lizzie moved her hand from the seat to the girl's chin, pulling her gaze up until blue met a deeper hue of cobalt. “I don’t care about your priorities unless one of them is screaming at you to get on with it, and fuck me.”

She blew out a puff of air and smiled “Message received.”

Hope returned back to her task, pushing Lizzie’s legs further apart before shifting the strip of wet fabric to the side. She breathed in the scent of lavender before running her tongue over Lizzie’s slit, just barely tasting her. The girl writhed beneath her and let out a shuddered breath at the quick contact.

She had reveled in the fact that Lizzie hated to be teased, ghosting her lips over her clit, hot and heavy. Hope knew what she was doing, knew how to trace little patterns, and suck with just the right amount of pressure until Lizzie shook under her touch. She dug her hand into Auburn locks.

“Keep going,” Lizzie husked, clenching her eyes shut to avoid staring at the fuzzy gray ceiling.

Hope followed the command, changing her pace as she ran her tongue over the small bundle of nerves in a steady rhythm until she felt Lizzie’s body fall rigid. Her own hair being pulled as Lizzie bit down hard enough on her bottom lip to draw blood, to keep from screaming loud enough to catch the attention of anyone who happened to be in the parking lot.

Her chest heaved, her mouth dry as Hope pulled away and moved her thumb against the corner of her lip, a satisfied grin on her face.  Lizzie was coated in an even sheen of sweat, her fingers grasping at her t-shirt. She pulled it over her head, finally catching her bearings.

“I might like you better when you’re not talking.” She sniffed, sitting up as she reached for her shorts.

“Thank you, I think?” Hope pushed herself onto the back seat, moving her hands against her knees to brush off the rest of the sand. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“I meant it as one. But maybe next time, can we do this somewhere that isn’t your car?” Lizzie moved an old energy drink can from where her back had been resting. “Not that this isn’t great, or anything.”

Hope scoffed and pulled that random shirt that she finally found over her head. Her skin was hot and the sand was scratching close to her skin. But it was better than the sudden blush that bloomed against her skin.

She smiled. “Message received.”

[hanniiesuckle17]

Dating Jeon Jungkook

Dating jeon jungkook wow you scored bitch

why don’t we start with how you met

2 am convience store

you wanted some ramen

and he needed more coffee since he was probably going to be working in the studio all night

too lazy to go back home (same reader, same) you sat at the counter and ate your cup of noodles listening to some music from a random playlist on your phone

the bell rang signaling someone else entered the store

you paid no mind to the boy wearing the black face mask and sweatpants. he wasn’t more attention grabbing than your ramen

wow savage

however, he took notice of you

he often came to this store and usually no one but the clerk was around

you broke his normalcy

i know how rude of you to not know this was his convenience store that he didn’t own

at first he was puzzled

then he started to recognize how pretty you were

dont say otherwise reader you fuckin gorgeous

anyway...for once he decided to not just grab a bag of coffee and just buy a cup

he set the cup on the counter and slid into the seat next to you

obviously you were like

dude wtf who are you why you sitting here you feeling rapey go away with your creepy mask pervert

so you do the natural thing

you move to the next seat

good job reader stranger danger is no goddamn joke

Its 2 am

you look over at him to see him just fiddling with his cup

was he talking to someone else?

there was no one else in the store

Usually I'm the only one here at 2 am. I'm Jungkook, by the way

he pulled down his mask to take a sip of his coffee revealing the rest of his face

screw stranger danger this guy was unbelievably beautiful

Its 2 am. why are you here

he smiles and turns to look at you

I'm just looking for something to find

i nodded. Hot. Deep. Aesthetic. Did the man sing and shit rainbows too?

What about you

I came for the ramen. Simple things in life.

he laughed showing off his smile

the two of you ended up laughing and talking for the next hour

No! I'm really not lying! She can't eat bread if its cut diagonally. It's so weird!

he laughed again before looking at you for a moment

I'm severely fighting the urge to ask you our right now.

it took you my surprise

Well I already lost twenty minutes ago. You wanna go out sometime?

YES READER YOU GET IT BITCH

Anyway let's get on to actually dating kookie

literally the biggest fluff ball ever

he never really had time to date when he was a trainee so he makes up for it when he is with you

he legitimately loves doing all the cheesy couple things

golden maknae doesn't care what his hyungs think

PDA FOR LIFE

you can not get this boy off of you

Jungkook let me go for a sec, I can't breathe

Who needs air when I have you

I do. I still need air

loves to hold your waist

not really a hand holder, but will always have an arm around your waist

bringing him snacks when he is working late at the studio

having all of your firsts in the studio

LITERALLY

boy needs a break get him out of there

likes working with you either in his lap or in the room

jokingly recorded you in the booth one time when you wanted to try it out

thought your voice was really pretty so he saved it and used it as a back track for one of their songs

all of your dates either happen late at night or at your place so paparazzi wont catch you

he accidentally met your parents after three months of dating

he came over early one day since he had half a day off and he just walked through the door of your apartment

immediately froze seeing to people he didnt know (you went to the kitchen to get something)

legit thought he walked into the wrong apartment

your parents thought he was a creep or a thief so they shouted for you as he started to back out

you had to reassure him that everything was okay and then introduced him

your parents absolutely love him

still call him the door creep occasionally

he was so nervous the whole time

all this boy wanted to do was come home for cuddles after a long day and then was met with the pressure of meeting your parents

he has the worst luck

couldn't help the bunny smile from creeping onto his face when your hand slipped into his under the table to reassure him

you guys have the most supportive relationship

everytime something good happens to you at work the next day there is a bouquet of flowers on your desk

a year and a half into the relationship he moves in with you

always offering to pay to get a bigger place

shutting him up and telling him you like the place now

does this thing where he purposely leaves dirty coffee cups everywhere so when hes half asleep he just has to look on the bathroom counter and grab a coffee cup to refill

pisses you off so much

every week or so going around the apartment with a laundry basket and collecting all the cups

found one in the shower once

he is so confused the next morning when there isnt a new cup by his shoes in the closet

the process just restarts

doesnt actually get a chance to talk to you about coming out to the public

happened on accident

you guys were always super careful when you did go out at night

you made a snack run to the convenience store at about 3 am and made sure Kookie was wearing a mask

but the man just loves you and wants to pda

pulled down his mask for a second to kiss you in the chip aisle

pulled away to see some girl with her phone out taking a picture

when she saw you noticed she took off

kookie was so stressed about the whole thing

he really didnt want you in the media until he was sure army would be okay with it

rushed back to the studio which caused a fight

ended with him apologizing and telling you he loved you for the first time

You make me so angry sometimes. All I want to do is protect you because I love you so much

you kinda just stood there in silence

he clearly knew what he said

he was staring back at you calmly with his head in his hand

bout to respond when Jin knocked on the door and asked jungkook if he left his worldwide handsome water bottle in the studio

WE ARE DOING SOMETHING IMPORTANT HERE HYUNG

shut the door in his face

laughing you hugged him wrapping your arms around his midsection

I love you too you idiot

next time I'll keep my mask on I promise

I'm stapling that thing to your face

AnYWayy back to life with kookie

likes to walk around the house in literally just sweatpants and cartoon socks

Makes you wonder if it's wrong to think hes hot because he literally is wearing socks with hello kitty on them

Yes the bitch has multiple

sleeps on his back naturally and likes to sleep with your head on his chest

that person that talks during movie or tv shows

but it's always like relevant and sparks a convo about the cinematography or the screenplay

once the relationship is out he does pda a lot less but you two go out more

he does this thing when you're standing in line where he will latch onto the sides of your shirt and rest his forehead on your shoulder or in the crook of your neck

UWU

sends you bts memes daily

also the type to having burping competitions with you

he also keeps a standing record of who wins

before international tours you helping him with his english

You buy him one carton of banana milk for every five answers he gets right

not like your fridge isnt stocked anyway

literally you are dating a child

but it's amazing

brings you to award shows because he wants you there as his good luck charms

calls you 'little bear' bc you are soft like a teddy bear and he likes your cuddles

has no shame

literally called you that in front of not only paparazzi but BANG PD

back hugs for days

likes playing with your hair

helping him dye his hair late at night in the bathroom

when guests come over they always comment on how cool your sink is because it has the like marbled pink color

Yeah thanks Kookie

Yeah ireumeun jungkook

Y/N STOP OMG

boy is such a meme

loves couples costume for Halloween

most questionable one was when you went as sully and boo and he carried you on his shoulders the whole night

THEY ONLY GAVE ME AN APPLE WTF

Kookie calm your tits you can have my candy bar

THEY GAVE YOU A CANDY BAR?

literally you love this boy so much

I just made myself uwu with this

Masterlist

[rayraywrites]

Chapter 2

Pairing: Kuramochi Youichi x Sawamura Eijun

(minor: Furuya Satoru x Kominato Haruichi; Miyuki Kazuya x Kawakami Norifumi)

more ships to be added

Characters: Sawamura Eijun, Kuramochi Youichi, Furuya Satoru, Kominato Haruichi, Miyuki Kazuya, Kawakami Norifumi, more characters to be added)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Total Word Count: 2973

AO3

Summary:

In this universe, you don’t meet your perfect match by happenstance. You’ve grown up with them, maybe not physically, but they’ve always been there. In your mind. Speaking to you.

In this universe, humans are not the most powerful, and there’s pockets of our world that lead to the other. To the fae. And there’s so much more to them, than can ever be understood.

Eijun and Youichi. They stand upon the divide.

Very rarely, a matched pair is an untoward coupling between the courts. As the reader must know, having read the previous section, the fae courts have never gotten along, though grudging alliances have been known to form. However, above the machinations of the four seasons, are the matched pairs.

Traditionally, the mismatched pair is accepted by their respective courts, but history has shown that these fae soon become untethered. Not much is known about these pairs as they often disappear into obscurity soon after their coupling.

However, the only pairing that is even further misunderstood is that of the matches from outside the courts. The topic is taboo among the fae, thus very little has crossed over into our world, even as we are the ones helping the problem.

See appendix B for information on deaths from mismatched pairings.

An excerpt from the codex of “Faerie Courts and the Matched” by Tanba Kouichirou (153 BC)

The branches of the trees around them shook joyfully, letting leaves fall gracefully down to their final resting place on the forest floor. Their normal path would be to eventual decay, to feed the earth with the nutrients they’d been collecting and storing for months. However, a few of these leaves would be taken by some small woodland creatures as food, some as protection from the fluctuating weather patterns – an emotional fae changed the forest within moments.

And yet some didn’t get used naturally, but in this case, froze to the very ground they had fallen onto. As the gentle but purposeful placement of slipper-covered feet brushed against the ground, the ice spread, covering more and more of the ground. But at no point did the chill touch the surrounding trees, only freezing the dead leaves. Emotional control wouldn’t be something that Satoru would be known for, not now and not in the future – his aura burnt fiery and cold. However, with a hand clenched tightly in his own, he found enough discipline to restrict his powers, even the slightest.

It helped that for every step he took, Haruichi’s own powers acted to soothe the agitation by growing small plants in every frozen space. He had been alive a bit longer than Satoru and had learnt to keep his powers under a tight hand. His brother would not have allowed for anything less than perfection. So he fixed the issue, internally apologizing to every woodland creature that had to keep their distance because of Satoru, but he couldn’t blame his matched, it had only been three sun-moon cycles since his birth.

But now, with Eijun’s blessing, Haruichi felt a small part of him relax. He could tell that his relief was apparent on his face, but for once in his life, he put little stock into what others could glean from his facial expressions. He knew how much it had hurt Eijun to go day after day without talking to his own matched, it had hurt Haruichi even now to think of the day, the seasons, that he’d gone without being able to speak to Satoru. But he, himself, was only a few decades of cycles old, which compared to the centuries that Eijun had been alone, was almost impossible to understand. He knew that if it had been any other fae who’d been alone for this long, they might not have been able to hold on for so long. But Eijun was strong, one of the strongest he knew. If there was anyone who could hold on for this long, it would be him. But even then, every time he’d seen Eijun, it seemed like the bags under his eyes grew, and the weight that rested in his shoulders pushed him even further down. But it wasn’t till he saw how pale Eijun looked, the fae was normally a beautiful golden tan from his time spent outside, that he actually became concerned.

Pale was only a step above translucent.

He was jolted out of his somber thoughts by a pleasant hum rushing into his mind. Still hearing the light warbling in his head, he glanced to his right to see a small blush bloom of Satoru’s face. Smiling to himself, he began humming out loud in conjunction with the song Satoru was thinking at him, and felt a similar pink tinge growing on his face. Both had come to a pause in their walking, and Haruichi found himself glancing up at Satoru’s face, eyes roaming over the pale skin, the crystalline blue eyes that were just a bit warmer than they had been back at Eijun’s house – he blushed again at the meaning behind the warmth. Frost-tipped ears that were flecked with navy peaked out from between his hair, making him frown slightly. What had seemed so unique and beautiful a moment ago, now only heightened the differences between them, and the chasm this created. He could tell when his thoughts had crossed over to his facial expressions, when Satoru squeezed his hands gently. Shaking his head he smiled down at their joined hands.

They would have continued staring at each other happily had they both not sensed a change in the air around them. The drop in temperature couple with a few of the weaker plants curling in on themselves. Well attuned ears were able to hear the approach of another pair from behind them. Instinct made him drop Satoru’s hand, instead, stepping in front of his matched. His eyes glinted sharply as he stared at the trees that disguised the nearing fae. Vines slowly began creeping up from the ground, wrapping around his torso gently, both as protection and to stabilize him should he have to fight. He could hear Satoru in his head, whispering assurances of his safety and updates of the environment around them.

But neither he nor Satoru were ready his vines to shudder, and then fall off his body. He watched, with wide eyes, as they turned a dusty green, then a chalky brown before withering away. Immediately whipping his head up, he noticed the couple had begun approaching them. Both were dressed similarly, in comfortable tunics and trousers, though he noticed that only the fae on the left was wearing slippers, the other wore nothing on their feet, much like himself.

They had to have been the one who killed Haruichi’s vines.

He noticed the nearly pearlescent ear tips, and incredibly pale face of the slipper-wearing fae, and the almost ashy complexion and dusty grey tips of the other one. Peering at Satoru, he could see that he’d come to the same conclusions. This was Kazuya and Nori. Another mismatched pair.

Feeling a bit presumptuous for even thinking of attacking the older pair, he slipped into a bow, bringing his hands up from his sides, one resting on his heart, the other going behind him to lie parallel with his hips. Speaking frantically in his mind to Satoru, he beseeched his matched to also bow, but unsurprisingly, he was refused. Instead he watched as Satoru drew himself up to stand at his full height and step in line with Haruichi, and greeted them with simply a nod.

A conversation between the pair must have occurred, as rather than taking an offence to Satoru’s lack of manners, they both smiled and nodded their head back towards the alcove of trees they’d exited from.

Well saying they were smiles would be a polite, only one of them could really be counted as a real smile - the other had been a step to the left from smile, and would more likely be categorized as a smirk.

Sharing a bemused look with Satoru, they both followed behind the other two fae, still keeping their guard up, even if Haruichi trusted Eijun’s judgement implicitly. He could feel the branches of the trees around him straining to reach over and brush against him comfortingly. With an easy tug, he let his power go a little, allowing it to spread around his body and soothe the agitated foliage.  When they began swaying from the energy he was feeding them, he couldn’t help the gentle smile that spread across his face.

When Satoru squeezed his hand, he grinned brighter, sending the joy he received from the plants over to his matched. Satoru wouldn’t be able to feel the plants happiness himself, but Haruichi could share the sensation with him. The resulting soft look he received meant that his emotions had been understood. Neither noticed that Nori and Kazuya had paused in front of them, remaining silent as they watched the feat of power that Haruichi demonstrated with an ease that belied his actual strength.

Trees rarely reacted to the emotions of a fae the way these were – they were reaching down to almost cradle Haruichi in their branches. But glancing at his ears explained much more than he could ever say himself. The tips were a deep shade of green, nearly approaching black in how dark they were.

Eventually Haruichi’s conversation with the plants were over, and he blushed a bright red as he realized that he’d held up everyone in his excitement. Bowing apologetically at the pair, he then looked over at Satoru to not see any annoyance, but instead, simply gentle awe. He blushed brightly as Satoru then proceeded to make his amazement known by mentally speaking to him.

Tugging at their joined hands, he began quickly walking to keep up with the walking fae. Eventually they reached a small break in the trees, and he could sense that some of the trees had been none too gently encouraged to grow away from the alcove. This set his teeth on the edge, but knowing Nori was the reason, he figured it had been done as gently as the fae could handle. They made their way towards a simple dwelling, a small hut tucked away in between a pair of imposing oaks. He could feel the gentle emotions pulsing from the trees and knew they had been taken care of especially well. The energies buzzing from them made his skin tingle, and he couldn’t help but laugh slightly as they spoke to him through sharp pulses and spikes in their aura. Still, he had to keep moving, even if he wanted to spend more time outside with the trees.

Making their way inside after Kazuya opened the door for them, Haruichi kept his guard up slightly, no longer as attuned to the forest once he was inside a building. He watched the easy grace that the other matched fae had as they moved around each other, preparing tea and grabbing extra cushions to sit on. The short laughs and easy smiles were the only indication that there was any conversation occurring.

He wanted to let Nori and Kazuya begin the conversation, focussing on getting comfortable in the house. Eventually though, he could feel that Satoru’s patience was running out with the building tension in the room. Reaching out to place a hand on his waist, Haruichi squeezed lightly before speaking.

His voice was soft and hesitant, but the more he spoke, confidence began unfurling in his chest. “Nori...Kazuya, why did you seek us out?” He knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear if their thought process was the same as his. He waited patiently, scanning their faces to pick up cues from their body language. Even with the relaxed atmosphere of their home, he noted that Nori was much easier to read, for their soft eyes gave away more than the guarded look in Kazuya’s.

They did seem to come to some agreement, as Nori rested a hand on Kazuya’s shoulder and received a jilted nod. Haruichi had never personally spoken to either fae beforehand, so he wasn’t expecting the smooth voice that came from Nori, for the fae was often considered to be skittish and hesitant. And he noted that even with the calm tones, Nori’s face did develop its characteristic blush which bloomed along the cheekbones.

“Haruichi... and Satoru correct?” They both nodded. “It’s obvious isn’t it? You’re now in the same boat as us; as the humans say. And when Eijun sent me a message, we thought it would be a good idea to find you.” Nori nodded at Kazuya, allowing the other fae to take over.

“I don’t know if you realized Haruichi, having been trained by your brother for so long, but Winter fae need to be trained soon after their awakening.” Kazuya’s hand came up to rest under his chin, smirking as he spoke, but his eyes showed that he meant no harm in his words, only testing the waters between them. So he nodded, he had learnt very little about the other Courts, the information guarded jealously. “When you went to visit Eijun, did your powers get out of control Satoru?” At that Kazuya’s eyes trained solely on Satoru, with Haruichi himself also tilting his head to face his matched. At the slow nod, they both shared a glance before looking back at Kazuya.

The fae simply chuckled, and leaned in towards Nori more and nodded, pulling a small smile from them. Haruichi raised an eyebrow slightly, confused as to what could be so funny.

“Eijun must have been using his powers subconsciously around him, otherwise his house might have dropped in temperature – which he cannot handle. That idiot, for all his strength and power, is even more sensitive to the cold than most. I saw the carnage you left on the ground in the forest Satoru, you need to train. But with things as they are,” Kazuya waved a hand between him and Satoru, pulling frowns on both of their faces. “It might be hard for you to meet with one of the Court now, but I guess I could pull myself from my busy schedule to help you?”

Haruichi’s eyes widened slightly, knowing what a privilege it was to be taught by Kazuya. He had been one of the Winter’s strongest before Nori’s awakening. He sent his surprise to Satoru, hoping his matched would understand the honour he was being offered. But it wasn’t necessary, as Satoru was already standing, and bowing deeply, mimicking his own bow from earlier.

Kazuya chuckled, stood up and walked towards the doorway. “First things first, we need you to bow like a Winter fae, not like a gentle-Vernal.” Kazuya winked back at him, chuckling once more.

Haruichi scowled lightly at the tease, but his lips turned upwards slightly as Satoru happily followed, eager to learn. But now he was stuck alone with Nori, and while the older fae made him slightly uncomfortable, he refused to let that stop Satoru from learning under Kazuya. Sending his luck with Satoru, he settled himself further into the cushion, trying to soothe the nervous energy coursing through his body.

He could feel plants beginning to peek between the floorboards, and sighed to himself. Trying to rein in his powers, he was suddenly surprised to see the plants withering and dying. Glancing over, he saw Nori gently smiling at him, even as their fingers twirled slightly to deal with the plants he was growing. Tilting his head, Haruichi went to speak, but was instead beaten by Nori.

“I know it feels like you can’t trust me Haruichi, and seeing our opposing powers, I would be surprised if you did off the bat. However, I’m sure Ryousuke taught you the importance of choosing your allies well? He was never one to follow the Court rules after all.” Nori reached to the side slightly to press one of their hands down on the vine that was creeping through the wall.

Haruichi’s eyes tracked the fae’s movements, learning and imbibing every bit of information he could from this encounter. Nori didn’t immediately cause it to die as the other plants had. Instead, Nori seemed to encourage only the part that was growing inside to die, but Haruichi could sense that the vines growing up the side of the house were still flourishing. He quickly realized what Nori was trying to make him understand. Guarded, but open. Careful, but willing.

It made him remember the words his brother had told him on a daily basis as he had grudging taught Haruichi everything about the Vernal Court and their powers.

“Haruichi, just because you’re my brother doesn’t mean anything. You need to keep yourself guarded and open at the same time. Otherwise, the fae will eat you for breakfast. Myself included.”

Closing his eyes slightly, he grew a large yellow daffodil in the ground in front of him, putting extra care to make it grow in the small patch of exposed ground rather than through the floorboards. With a careful look, he stroked the petals slightly, before plucking it gently from the ground and handing it to Nori. He could see the calculating look in Nori’s eyes, but did his best to remain as open and simple as he could. When the fae finally took the flower from him, but didn’t immediately decompose it, he smiled weakly.

Blushing, he allowed his hair to cover his face a bit as he spoke softly. “Thank you. Both to Kazuya and to you, Nori.” Lifting his head a little, he laughed a little, “I guess I better go tell Eijun that he was right, you were both of help!”

Seeing a similar smile on Nori’s face, but more importantly the hesitance that had been in the older fae’s eyes disappear, he smiled back. And then they both laughed, knowing the boisterous reaction that Eijun could have at the news. Standing up together, he gestured towards the door, wanting to go see Satoru and Kazuya train together, having rarely had the opportunity to watch Winter magic, and also to learn a bit about his new ally...no, his new friend.

[krakenator]

CHAPTER 3 aka “The Stop n’ Shop”

SPOILERS are sprinkled around extremely liberally for The Property of Hate

Masterpost here

‘Soft Focus’ is a photography effect that makes things appear, uh, soft. Blurred and out of focus

Madras! Pink balloon, a different font, and speaks in lower case + capitalization grammar, versus Hero/RGB/Butterfly who speak in all caps. Her tails are also more jagged and scribbly

 “you’re the one who gives people sore eyes” goddammit that’s another TV pun isn’t it. ‘don’t sit so close to the screen, you’ll hurt your eyes!’

Meanwhile Madras is just a walking, talking ‘pink eye’ pun. And ‘Madras’ is the type of clothing pattern her sweater has

“dead?” “not entirely” oh ok so Hero’s just dying alright that’s cool

What kind of presents did RGB used to bring Madras I wonder?

By all visual cues just 2 pages prior, this place should not have a lower basement level like this

its bigger on the inside

RGB’s actually so hecking happy to see Madras, look at his drool-drips

I like Madras’ hands. How they’re so noodly. Does her fingers is have bones?

Oh look! Dreams! Lemme compile what I Know/Remember So Far

They can be stored in a few ways; they can naturally crystallize as seen when exiting the Black Market, or these, uh, bars that Madras activates by cracking open like a glowstick. they may also come as gas in vials like nightmares? Nightmares are just a type of dream, right? anyway, you can actually see Madras throwing away the used bar of Dreams in this panel

Dreams have a healing effect on Hero + most people, except RGB. Mr. Idiot Box himself doesn’t dream in the conventional sense and avoids them as much as possible cause they have, like, some weird effect on him where he has nightmares where he dies a whole bunch in failed stunts, and boy he is Not About That

RGB not dreaming probably explains why he’s so adamant that they sleep among trees, he’s 100% absolutely defenseless at night otherwise

We now learn that RGB used Nightmares to repel the Fears, which seems kinda backwards in logic, cause you’d think Nightmares would encourage and strength Fear? Would Dreams do the same thing to them? Or are Dreams for healing and rejuvenation only?

gfjkdsagfd i just realized- the last couple Fears got destroyed by the vial of Nightmares Hero accidentally used, but those same Nightmares ALSO probably made the aftermath of her stabbing a LOT WORSE. I just thought RGB  recovered from his stabbing quicker ‘cause he’s an adult who’s absolutely been shanked before, not because he had the good luck not to end up directly gassed. No WONDER the six year old is catatonic afterwards. No WONDER that schism sticks around? that’s like, double the Awful

Local merchant bullies only customer into paying for the dream used on his escort mission companion bc Madras does not do freebies

Madras can mix n’ match RGB’s drool paint blood to get all the colors of the rainbow! Is RGB the only source of color-restoration out there? How common a problem is faded colors? If there a distillation/refining process involved? I can’t remember if Time did anything special or he just gave Hero a glass of Blood Juice to chug

ambiguous ship time

!! Madras has the same dreaming flowers as Hero! I guess it’s a common indicator of sleep and not exclusively a Hero thing

Madras: I mean i used a dream on u but i wasn’t, like, expecting it to work :/

Well, we know that Hero certainly IS tougher than strictly expected. Cell comments that she’s made of “sterling stuff” after all

New suit new suit! he’s a golden boy. a golden gaytime. Suit Counter = 2. We also be at Day 2 in the Make Believe

alright ima pay attention this time and figure out the pattern to the suit changes. it’s not after sleeping, cause he didn’t after sleeping by the Pool of Tears. Current theory is that it’s after he’s been knocked the FUCK out, just really been whammied. this would account for him being woozy after 3 pints of blood donation and changing suits both times after he’s gone Negative

Oh! We actually see the hat change color here from the old suit to match the new once he puts it on.

Ah, Fear exposition. They prey on your fear of the unknown, which makes sense- isn’t that everybody’s greatest fear? This… actually explains why they tried to submerge RGB. He doesn’t know about Negative, but he might suspect that something funk as hell happens when water gets in his head- it’s that Unknown he’s afraid of. Or its just the unknown of dying

RGB claims Hero wasn’t afraid when she got shanked, which sounds Not Quite Accurate, but considering Hero had just confronted the Fear trying to shove RGB’s face in water she was certainly exhibiting Bravery, which might have also countered it.

Also taking in the fact that RGB is on edge At All Times, Fears would probably have an easier time killing him. No wonder he tries to stock up on Nightmares

TOby’s speechboxes are honestly… so good? You just get this immediate sense of Grouch

Looks like the background text on the books and pathways for the next pages are from the Wizard of Oz

This is the second time RGB’s been told he’s behind the times. In the same chapter no less

“and a whole day lost on top of this! Do you know how many frames that is?”

*does a little math* 24 frames a second, 86400 seconds in a day… that’s 2,073,600 frames

And thus we enter the Time and Hate pun page, referring to Hate and Time the actual, thinking-breathing concepts existing in the Make Believe. Like, I threw a pencil across my room when I realized this a few days ago. SO! Let’s try and wrangle some backstory out of RGB’s chatter!

Hate and Time used to get along, but don’t anymore. Hate doesn’t listen to anything Times does/says.

Time Confirmed For Gossipy Chatterbox. Don’t tell the moon rabbit your secrets if ya want ‘em to stay secrets

Hate would like to kill time, but Time is also usually on her side. Until it isn’t and Time decides the clock’s run out. Just like Hate has a way to keep track of RGB’s exploits, she’s also keeping track of Time

...Hate and Time are exes

As seen when Time attends to Hero and RGB after their erasure mishap, Time’s a doctor and heals all wounds. (and considering She doesn’t seem to be actively doing anything at the moment, she is also just figuratively killing time right now?

Y’know, RGB’s been doing this for how long and Hate apparently hasn’t caught up to him? We’ve got, uuuuh how many confirmed heroes... like, 10? I’ve always had the impression in my head that RGB’s gone though...... a LOT of Heroes. definitely more than ten.

Point being, either Hate is just kinda letting him pull this recursive scheme like watching an ant try to carry something thats absolutely too big for it, or RGB is just so incredibly slippery that he’s managed to give her the slip every time She’s tried. might be a combination of both

How long was TOby suffering through RGB’s chatter?! good grief, Hero had the time to bridge the entire gap

Next chapter right here

[renjihyuck]

spider-man -- zhong chenle

highschoolau- comic store worker!chenle who really loves spider-man.

masterlist

you always liked comics more than other books

people thought you were dumb because you still read ‘picture books’ but?

comics are dope as hell

like??? superheroes??? who doesn’t love superheroes???

losers, that’s who

that was your mindset

but you lived in kind of a small town, so you had to drive to a nearby city to buy comics, which you thought was lame

but then!!!

a new family moved in, and they had a lot of money, and their son wanted to open a comic book store, so they did!!!

you were so!!! excited!!!

you didn’t know this kid yet, but you were sure you would like him a lot

you ended up liking him a LOT more than u thought

as soon as it was open, you were there

“hi!!!” you waved enthusiastically to the boy at the counter

he looked around your age, and he had!!

purple hair (we young never dies)!!

he waved back with just as much energy, welcoming you to the store

you didn’t know what you wanted yet, you were just excited to be there

but then, you saw it

x-men vol. 134

you quickly grabbed it off the shelf and took it to the boy at the counter

“oh, i love this one! i assume you’ve read the prior volumes??”

“obviously, i just finished 133. but i wasn’t planning on getting this for a few more weeks, but here i am!!”

“yeah, we only have a few more after this one in stock right now… but you’ll get the later ones once i’m done!!”

turns out, all of the comics in the store had been owned by this worker

who happens to be the son who wanted the store in the first place

he was selling all of the comics he had already read

you told him that that was very nice and sweet of him, and to take his time reading the next ones

he thanked you, his cheeks turning a little pink

you paid for your comic and NYOOM you were gone

on your walk home, you realized that you hadn’t asked counter boy for his name

you brushed it off, you would be back later

and you were

a week later, to be exact

there he was, in all his kind hearted glory

he had a pair of round glasses on, and his head was pointed down at the counter, reading

“i have returned, i hope you missed me!” you exclaimed, walking up to the counter

his head snapped up, and he blushed again

“welcome back, of course i missed you…?”

“y/n. my name is y/n.”

“nice.”

“are you NOT GONNA TELL ME YOURS??”

“not unless you ask,”

he smiled

and OOH BOY

all of the air in your lungs? gone.

his smile was so lovely and cute

“fine. what’s your name?”

“chenle.”

“chenle. cute!”

you turned around, just in time to miss the widening of his eyes and the darkening of his cheeks

there was just Something About You that made him super flustered

maybe it was because you shared the same love of comics that he did?

the smile on your face when you walked into the store for the first time put the sun to shame

it was quiet for a few minutes, and he went back to his comic, before you spoke again

“chenle?”

“y/n?”

“give me a recommendation”

“uh...MY favorite is spider-man but i’m sure you’ve read spider-man, who hasn’t read spider-man?”

“i haven’t read spider-man…”

you swore his eyes almost came out of their sockets

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN’T READ SPIDER-MAN IT’S SPIDER-MAN WHO EVEN ARE YOU JKHGJKH”

“LISTEN I JUST HAVEN’T GOTTEN AROUND TO IT YET”

“you’re reading it Now.”

“okay.”

“and after you finish every volume you’re gonna come here and we’re gonna have a discussion about it.”

“BET.”

and that’s how your friendship with chenle started

he gave you his number so you could ‘give him progress reports’

(he just wanted your number)

before you would purchase a volume, chenle would give you a brief little overview so you weren’t completely lost

which, you couldn’t really be lost? you were reading them back to back AND having discussions about each one

but tbh.. you weren’t really paying attention

it was less “listen to chenle talk about spider-man hour” and more “stare at chenle while he talked about spider-man hour”

you couldn’t help yourself!

he just looked so happy

like his eyes would light up and he’d have that constant angelic smile on his face

there was an area in the back of the store with bean bag chairs and little tables

chenle always sat in the purple one and you always sat in the green one

i see the whole store being purple and green bc i was inspired by a certain outfit of chenle’s jsgh

the first time he plopped down into the little purple bean bag chair you couldn’t help but giggle

“why are you Laughing you mosquito”

“the chair...hehe...it matches your hair...hehe”

he rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t fight the smile on his lips

a few months into your friendship, you invited him over to your house

“why”

“my parents wanna meet you!”

“w-why”

“they wanna know who i’ve spent this entire summer with”

“oh! haha, right”

meeting your parents was such a Couple thing to do

he thought it was because you liked him and wanted your parents to meet the guy you liked

you did

and he was a little :( because he liked you!

you were just so cute and funny and smart he couldn’t help himself

he agreed anyway, and the next day he came to yours, wearing a cute little sweater and jeans

and your mother just MELTED

you did too

“you didn’t tell me he was SO CUTE?!!?!?!”

chenle was so embarrassed! but he was lowkey loving this attention

your mom made you guys sandwiches and asked you guys what you had spent the summer doing

then she let you hang out in the living room on your own to read or watch tv or whatever

but before she left, she pulled you off to the side

“he’s a good one y/n, very good for you”

“what”

“you like him, right?”

“GO AWAY MOM GKJHKJRH”

you were so embarrassed

you thought you had been good at hiding your little crush

but if your mom knew...OH NO

did chenle know?!?!?!

fun fact: he didn’t

he was so distracted by seeming cool in front of you, he didn’t have time to analyze your fleeting glances or fond smiles

you two hung out for a little while, watching movies

spider-man, obviously

he wanted so so badly to do those lame things like yawn and put his arm around you

but he couldn’t

he was scared :(

you did make a move though

accidentally

you were sleepy, and his shoulder was Right There

so why not make it your pillow?

he froze when he felt your head on his shoulder, and he flushed

oh god oh god oh god-

once the movie ended, he oh-so-gently lifted  your head and put a pillow under it

he so so badly wanted to kiss your forehead and tell you to have sweet dreams

but again, too scared

so settled for a whisper of, “goodnight” and was out the door

that night, he decided that he was going to confess, he had to

school was quickly approaching, and he didn’t want any competition >:(

he spent the whole night thinking of a way, before it hit him

comics, obviously

he texted you around 3am, asking you to come to the store later that day

you were still up, so you texted back with a “sure! :D anything for u!”

oh god oh god oh god

anything for him?

oh boy, was his heart pounding

before going into work that day, chenle went to the store and picked up a few of your favorite candies, and a drink that you liked

after months of friendship, he had learned your tastes very well

he paced around the store until you arrived, practicing what he was going to say

he had the punchline ready, but how could he smoothly transition into that?

fuck it, he thought, i’ll just wing it

and that’s when you came in, a bright smile on your face and a flower in your hair

“where did you get that?”

“i found it on the way here! don’t worry, i got one for you too!”

you moved your hand from behind your back, revealing another flower

you slipped it behind his ear, smiling as his face burned

“why did you want me to come in today?”

“what- oh! oh, right”

he grabbed your wrist gently, dragging you over to the bean bag chairs

you sat in yours and he sat in his

he pushed a plastic bag your way, nervousness evident on his face

you peeked inside, gasping a little when you saw all the candies

“you got these for me? thank you lele!”

“yeah uh….y/n?”

“that’s my name”

“you’re uh...you’re really cool, you know that?”

“yeah, i know”

you giggled

his heart Burst

“oh HUSH. okay um...um...not only are you cool, you’re….you’re smart! and you’re funny. and you’re...kinda cute…”

“you think i’m cute, chenle?”

your voice was a bit more serious, and you were staring at him

he was looking down at the floor

“yes.”

“i think you’re cute, too”

“really?”

“duh. have you seen yourself?”

he laughed, feeling his insides burn

you were always complimenting him, and it always made him super happy

“what i’m TRYING TO SAY IS...do you...maybe...wanna be the gwen to my peter?”

“gwen dies.”

“fuck you, you KNOW i mean pre-death”

“i know.”

and you leaned over

and you kissed his cheek

and he screamed

because it SCARED HIM

and made his heart flutter

“i’ll be your gwen, spider boy”

and y’all KNOW that’s who you guys dressed up as for halloween

and u won best couple costume and that’s when u had ur first kiss

i love chenle

goodbye

[boysintears]

Stupid Fake Names // Stisaac

Warnings: none

Words: 690

A/N: none of you seemed to care what pairing I chose, so I decided stisaac bc they are my otp.

Prompt: "you give me a different fake name every time you come into starbucks and I just want to know ur real name bc you're cute but here I am scrawling 'batman' onto your stupid cappuccino" from this prompt list

The first time Isaac saw the cute stranger, he couldn’t help but stare. His cheeks turning red, and his breath stocking for a second. The guy was tall, lanky, and nearly tripped as he stepped over the threshold. He looked disheveled as he threw his hands around, talking to the girl that was following him, a petite looking brunette, with an Asian look to her.

‘Of course’, the curly haired Barista thought, ‘how could he not have a girlfriend’. But when the brunet boy ordered his coffee, and was flirting with him so blatantly, he changed his mind. Maybe the two of them weren’t a couple. So he flirted back, while scribbling ‘sherlock ‘ onto the cup of his coffee.

The next time the cute guy came in, he was alone. Making his way to the counter and ordering the same thing as last time, his gaze was focused on Isaac’s face. The boy felt his cheeks turning hot under the stare of the cute customer. Asking for his name, the boy replied ‘Lois Lane’ with a smirk on his face. Isaac refrained from rolling his eyes at the boy and wordlessly scribbled the name on the cup.

After grabbing his finished drink and a cookie that he bought with it, he winked at Isaac and walked out of the door, nearly crashing into the lady that was about to enter the store.

That day certainly wasn’t the last time the cute guy entered the Starbucks, and every time, he gave Isaac another stupid fake name to scrawl onto the paper cup. It was getting on his nerves, honestly. He just wanted to know the boys real name and ask him on a date. His coworkers already started teasing him about the boy, that always came while Isaac was on shift, and wanted to specifically be served by the curly haired worker,  

So while he was writing ‘batman’ onto the guys stupid cappuccino, he decided to be bold, and in very small letters he wrote onto the bottom of the cup. A small smile played on his lips as he gave the mole covered boy his coffee, excited for the next time he came into the store, and at the same time wondering if his moles would be as numerous on the rest of his body as on his face.

Being lost in thought, he didn’t notice his blonde coworker coming up next to him and looking after his crush. “He has a nice ass” Jumping he told her “Fuck off Erica”, but with no real anger behind his words.

The cute guy took a bit longer that usual to return to the Starbucks. Long enough for Isaac to think that he was too bold and scared the guy off. But then on an especially slow day, the boy stumbled in, drenched from the rain, that was pouring down , and muttering to himself angrily.

“Hey stranger”, Isaac greeted him. The boy just huffed and ordered his usual cappuccino. “Your name?”, Isaac asked, a bit of hope in his voice. “Stiles”, disappointed the barista looked up, because that was definitely another fake name. His change of mood must have been pretty obvious, because the, still nameless, boy became frantic. “No, no, no!  That’s actually my real name! I mean a nickname, but still. My real real name is just unpronounceable to most people, so I started to call myself Stiles, and you can’t believe how many people think I am kidding when I tell them my name It’s honestly so annoying- Hey, are you laughing at me?”

Chuckling, Isaac shook his head. “You’re cute” Stiles eyes widened and his skin became a soft pink color. “You know, my shift ends in 30 minutes, maybe we can hang out?”, he asked as he started to blush a similar shade. “Yes, definitely. I- I mean, yeah if you want to. I’ll just wait here” “Good”, Isaac gave him a soft smile and started to get to work on Stiles cappuccino.

The next time Stiles walked into the store, Isaac wordlessly wrote Mieczysław onto the cup and started to make the boys coffee.

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[traitorwhoyoulove]

pls write a drabble where clarke shaves bellamy’s beard s5 and its all like quiet at first but its intimate bc they havent talked in so long so there’s so much unsaid and they’re all up close and personal but THAT BEARD NEEDS TO GO hahaha thank you ✨✨✨

Ugh I love this prompt so much. This started as a drabble but ended up getting a lot longer than I expected whoops. Here’s this weird mixture of angsty fluffiness my brain came up with. As always, special thanks to @bellamylovedlincoln for the beta. Enjoy!

for everything unsaid (there is a flourish of my pride)

The leaves crunch beneath his feet as he makes his way to the clearing, and again he’s reminded of just how close they are to winter. The chill in the air at first light gets sharper by the day, and Bellamy is struck by how much this feels like the anxiety he’d felt during the days at the dropship.

Clarke says that this time they’ll be ready, that she and Madi have been storing up enough food to get them through until spring. But he sees the way her expression tightens, sees the faint lines that appear between her brows as she inventories their stock. Despite everything the last six years has stolen between them, recognizing her unease isn’t one of them. He knows that no matter how much she’d hoped the rest of the group would be back on the ground by the time the first snow fell, adding seven more mouths to feed wasn’t part of the plan.

But that seems to be the only thing that hasn’t changed between them. The years have hardened them both, inside and out. He sees her struggling, both to survive and cope with the world as it is now, but he doesn’t feel as though he has the right to comfort her the way he would have before he left her behind. He wants to—fuck, he wants to—wants to wrap his arms around her and tell her that he’s okay, she’s okay, they’re both alive. But he doesn’t.

They argue more, like they had when they’d first been sent to Earth. But this time, there’s a bite in their tones that he knows is due to something much more painful than mutual disdain.  They haven’t talked about that last day, the day he’d left her to die. They don’t talk about much at all, to be honest, aside from food rations and strategies to negotiate with Eligius to get their people out of the bunker. It’s not the easy quiet that they’d found here the first time around, one that felt like a warm blanket draped over their shoulders. This was just…silence.

Before the world had ended again, Clarke had been a lot of things to him. His best friend, his partner, his sounding board. He’d even thought that maybe someday she could have been more than that, too—something that might make both of their lives about more than just surviving. But not even the second apocalypse could have made him think that she would ever be a stranger to him.

Bellamy reaches the edge of the clearing where the earth goes flat, creating a meadow about thirty yards in diameter, and makes his way to the hollowed-out log at the edge of the trees. He slides his pack from his shoulders and drops it to the ground with a soft thud, taking a seat on the jagged bark. He rifles through the bag until his fingers find their targets, setting his supplies out beside him.

He places the battered mirror on his knees in front of them, angling it so that his face is visible. He tries to recognize the person he sees, the one who appears so much younger than he feels, aside from the tired eyes that stare back at him. The metal tin in his hand opens with a pop, and he feels himself smile at its contents. Animal fat isn’t his first choice for shaving cream, but it’s far better than anything they’d had on the Ark.

He dips his fingers into the tin container and scoops some of the grease into his fingers, fighting against a grimace as he feels it soften on contact with the warmth of his skin. He presses it to his jaw, spreading its oil smoothly across the surface of his skin and into the hair of his beard.

The blade of the knife he’d found is dull and slightly rusted, and that combined with the lack of practice makes the process far more difficult than he expects it to be. The cracked mirror resting against his legs certainly doesn’t help, scattering his image in multiple directions and making it difficult to track his progress.

He startles at the sound of a branch cracking behind him, causing the knife to painfully nick the crest of his jaw. He swears at the sting it brings.

“Bellamy?” Clarke appears at the edge of the tree line pulling a rope behind her that’s weighed down by several rabbits. It’s been a productive hunting day. “What are you—oh.”

He sees the tips of her ears turn slightly pink as she sees the knife and the shattered mirror in his lap and begins to understand their context. Even in the days back at the dropship—god, that feels like a lifetime ago—shaving had always been something of a private affair for him. It was a way to clear his head before he began the day, a way to add regularity to a place that would never be conducive to routine.

“Your knife sucks,” he tells her, flicking the excess oil off of the blade. He presses the pad of his thumb against the newfound sore spot on his neck and feels the sting of contact with the open wound.

The corners of her lips tilt ruefully in response, and it sends a painful tug through his stomach as he realizes how long it’s been since he’s seen her smile. A real smile, not one that was forced and looked just as much like a cringe of anxiety as it did a sign of happiness. He expects her to leave him to it, to turn and continue with whatever she was working on from their infinite to-do list. But she doesn’t.

“Here,” she says. She closes the few feet between them with only a half second of hesitation, and he can’t help but feel like she’s crossing more than just the physical distance that separates them. She holds out her hand. “Let me help with that.”

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