#brb squealing over this forever

[spazzcat]

Just received this absolutely GORGEOUS commission from of my headcanon Percy Weasley from the amazing @vita-divata! Thank you again for bringing him to life so well!

[gortashshairytits]

GIANSJCIJCXHHABENS I DISAPPEARED OFF OF TUMBLR FOR A COUPLE DAYS I’M SORRY

Crying screaming throwing up omg. 😭 I love love LOVE the way he proposed! I know he’s mad because of nosy people ruining his plans but I think that the way it happened was perfect!

And it’s like, after the fact I realized I probably should have given you more details. 😅 But you honestly nailed it. I wouldn’t be big on the ceremony itself; it really would be more so the meaning behind it, and spending time together afterwards. Just getting that private time to simply be with each other and enjoy the gorgeous, wild Alaskan landscape.

Perfect. Just…this is all so perfect. Thank you SO much for this!!! 💜💜💜

Heyyyy, I know you’re busy! So if you end up not getting around to mine I understand!

But for the ask game, dream wedding/honeymoon location would be Alaska hands down. Its so beautiful there, and so wild. I hope I get to see it irl someday. Sounds like it’d be a peaceful, private place for you and your S/O, you know what I mean?

I’d be happy with either Katsuki or Keigo! However the inspiration strikes ya!

Bakugou is fuming when he first gets the text from Kirishima. Paparazzi photographs of him inside a jewelery store. He’d done everything in his power to be discreet. A baseball cap pulled over his messy hair, hoodie pulled up for extra proetection and somehow it was still blatantly obvious that it was him. Even leaving with the small blue bag it was clear he’d purchased something. Now the proposal he’d been trying to plan for weeks was ruined, because he was certain you’d see these— especially with the amount of time you spent watching those silly videos online. Message after message filling his screen, talking about how lucky his girlfriend was and how people wished it was them. Groaning he stood from his desk at work and decided to leave early— something Bakugou never did, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Coming home early caught you off guard, you were settled on the sofa in one of his oversized shirts as you watched a show on Netflix. Looking up at him with worry as he stormed inside the house, thinking something must be wrong for him to come home so early. Except he stomped straight past you and directly towards your bedroom, following him with worry in case something did happen at work- it’s the only explanation for him to be home so early. But instead you saw him rifling through his side of the closet, pulling a small box from a blue bag as he opened it immediately, showing you the shiny ring nestled inside it— but luckily for Bakugou you hadn’t even seen the paparazzi shots… but of course you still said yes!! It wasn’t the perfect proposal he had intended, but he was just glad he got to you before you saw the photos.

Alaska had been the perfect decision for both of you. No friends, no family, no paparazzi. Just the two of you in the most intimate, private location. Even though Bakugou absolutely despises the cold, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than with you. I can see him renting out a boat/cruise ship and having just you and a very small crew on board. So you can have the perfect views as you travel through Alaska and stop off at various locations. The smallest ceremony together as you take in the breathtaking views, followed by a dip in a hot tub with the fjords as a backdrop. And the best of all? No one here to ruin anything. He’s almost pouty when your honeymoon is over and you both have to return home— but he’s cocky as fuck when you get cell service again and he’s the first to announce his marriage to you— a photograph of you both on your wedding day with no one else in the background. Finally he gets to announce it first, and he really does break the internet.

[finelinevogue]

So I was just sitting and dying over the pictures of harry at HSLOT last night and I just thought.

Image if Harry's kids made little necklaces for him and he wore them on tour.......

I'm not okay imma go cry brb 😌

yeah i'm about to walk on a path of lego because it would genuinely hurt less than this concept...

"Daddy!" Freddie screamed at Harry, who was standing across the room talking to Mitch.

You were currently at Harry's apartment in New York, just before the first Madison Square Garden show, and you had everyone over for a lunch. Whilst Harry was hosting, talking to his friends and handing out platters of fruits and cheeses, you were keeping an eye on your children - Freddie and Gracie - because they were absolute trouble when they weren’t being watched carefully.

Currently they were making necklaces for their dad, wanting him to have something to wear on stage that night for his first MSG show. They’d learnt how to make necklaces at school, using dry pasta and glitter and beads so had used their pretty eyes to suede you into allowing them to make them at home too. Freddie was 5, whereas as Gracie was 2, so Freddie was a lot better at making the necklaces than Gracie and also less likely to eat the glue when unsupervised.

Now Freddie was finished, he wanted his dad to see since he was so proud of his creation.

“What is it buddy?” Harry asked, pulling away from his conversation with Mitch.

“No, you have to come here.” Freddie explained, frustrated that his dad didn’t realise that already.

Harry excused himself from Mitch, who went to find Sarah anyways, and made his way over to his son. He placed his bottle of beer on the side and came to sit on the sofa, Freddie kneeling on the floor in front of his dad and the coffee table that was currently acting as a DIY table.

“Ask nicely next time, okay?” You had told Freddie, as Harry walked over, Gracie sat between your legs as she played with the blue-sparkly glitter.

“What do you want then trouble?” Harry asked, glancing at you and giving you a quick smile before returning his attention to his son.

“I made you a necklace, daddy.” Freddie told him, holding out the string that was delicately strung with pasta, beads and bundles of rainbow glitter. It was the most perfectly ugly thing ever, but it was also the sweetest gift Harry had ever been given. He loved it so much, all because it came from his little creation of a man.

Harry gasped, taking it out of Freddie’s hands and pulling Freddie up to situate him on his lap comfortably.

“Did you do this all by your self?” Harry asked, overselling his facial expressions to make Freddie happier and more excited. It was so cute to see how happy it made Freddie seeing his dad so happy.

“All by myself.” Freddie repeated, nodding his head in agreement and wiggling in Harry’s lap excitedly. Harry had to steady him, in fear of him falling off and hurting himself.

“You’re so clever bud!” Harry exclaimed, telling Freddie to sit still as he used both his hands to attach the necklace around his neck. Freddie clapped once he saw it hang perfectly around his dads neck, the glitter sparkling in the light just his he wanted it to. The pasta was a nice add on next to the brightly coloured beads. It didn’t go at all with Harry’s outfit, but he really didn’t care. The smile on his sons face was worth the critique of fashion experts.

You laughed as you watched Freddie and Harry play with each other, laughing about meaningless, random, things. Gracie was clearly missing out on the fun as she got up and ran away from you with her creation - the one she’d made for Harry too.

“Gracie! Where are you going?” You asked, kneeling up as you were unsure as to where she was off to.

“Daddy!” She exclaimed, but unaware she was toddling off in the completely wrong direction.

“Then this way sweetheart, c’mon!” You smiled at her, waving for her to come back your way. She started running back over towards you, before making her way over to Harry.

She went around the table and saw Harry still playing with Freddie. She whined as she tried to push Freddie away and off Harry, wanting some one-on-one daddy time. Harry quickly stopped her and pulled her up into his other knee.

“No Gracie. We don’t push people.” Harry ordered sternly, making her pout and furrow her eyebrows. If looks could hurt, Freddie would be crying.

“I made necklace.” She explained, holding it up to her dad as Harry’s stern expression turned into a soft smile.

“Oh wow, thank you baby.” He said excitedly, putting the same energy into responding to her as he did Freddie so he didn’t seem biased - Freddie’s was slightly better he internally admitted. Gracie’s was the definition of a mess, the pasta being broken and the beads being so covered in glitter you couldn’t even tell their original colour. It was so pretty and pink, but just very whacky.

“You wear please.” Gracie asked politely, earning a kiss on her forehead from Harry for using her manners properly.

“‘Course darling.” Harry said, before attaching it around his neck. This one was slightly smaller so it looked like he was layering these necklaces. He loved them so much and thought about how they might actually look good with his black outfit tonight.

“So pretty daddy.” Freddie told him, smiling with his crooked teeth as Gracie squealed in excitement.

“Yeah? Thank you buddy! What does mummy think?” Harry turned to face you, wiggling his eyebrows as he tried to show off his new and forever daily jewellery. He was trying to see if you were jealous or not, which clearly you were.

“I think you look beautiful hun! You’re very lucky.”

“I know I am.” Harry started talking to your children after that, letting you use it as an opportunity to snap some funny photos of them before cleaning up the ridiculous mess. You didn’t mind the mess though to see moments like this between Harry and your two precious troubles.

[opalescient]

haikyuu fic recs — the most beautiful, lovely, breathtaking masterlist (vol. I)

so i’ve been binging fics to cure my sadness, and i thought that these select masterpieces were too magnificent to not be plastered on every billboard ever. some tore my soul into shreds, while others melted said shreds back whole, but all of them made me feel some form of sheer, unadulterated love, so. please enjoy! 🥰⛅️✨

note: all of these fics are exquisite and you should read all of them, but if you’re short of time, those with ☆ are my all-time favourites!

daisuga

butterfly in the subway by bigspoonnoya ☆ | T

Sugawara Koushi has no idea he's already in love with the man he's supposed to hate.

i lovelovelove how all the concepts tied in together like a perfectly wrapped gift

also very wholesome, made me feel so inexplicably warm. like, love can exist everywhere!!! despite everything!!! that’s just so inspiring

i revisited this many times, i think it was (one of) my first haikyuu fics and honestly. it set the bar so high and i have no regrets

you’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder ☆ | G

“Oh. You're. Not Asahi.”

Calmed down enough that he can speak again, Daichi takes a deep breath, his smile settling on his face easily and wide.

“Not as far as I know, no.”

-

Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.

major, major fluff

the buildup!!!

god this made my yearning for love so much worse

the perfect stranger by downmoon | T

There’s a man standing outside Suga's door.

Scratch that. Start over.

There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.

so domestic please read the entire series from start to finish it has my whole heart

shoyou and tobio as their actual kids 🥺

these two parents are so in love it makes me wanna cry

asanoya

silica sand by lilien passe ☆ | G

Overworked, over-stressed programmer Azumane Asahi works on the top floor of a Shinjuku skyscraper. Nervous around his coworkers and terrified of the long drop on the other side of the window, Asahi falls into a miserable routine, only to have it broken one day by a simple message on the outside of the glass.

PLEASE. so well-written it makes my heart glow and ache simultaneously

made me ascend into asanoya heaven

such a brilliantly unique concept i love it A+

qué syrah syrah by loudlucy | M

Asahi wants to be a Master Sommelier. It's the highest honor in wine service, and the certification would allow him to live the life he's always envisioned for himself. Too bad the certification test is notorious for being the world's most difficult.

Most people fail their first time taking the exam, and Asahi is no exception, but he has more difficulty than most dusting himself off and getting back on his feet. Enter Nishinoya, a young man who shares his same dream, and who believes in their goals so fiercely it forces Asahi to embark on a delicious and sensuous journey of viticulture and validation.

AKA The Wine Tasting AU that literally no one even knew to ask for.

NOTE: You Do Not Need to Know About Wine to Understand This Fic!

another super unique concept!!! (´∀｀=)

my god their chemistry is amazing

the writing made me feel things ngl

stop my bones from wondering by cerasi ☆ | T

After graduation, Asahi hides from the world and needs help from a few sources to find his way back.

i want to write sonnets and sing ballads for this fic, it’s that beautiful

as always, Top Notch Writing *chef’s kiss*

no but i seriously... can i kiss the author? asking for a friend 😳👉🏼👈🏼

iwaoi

star-crossed by starlitcities | T

“I never thought I’d see the day that I’d envy a human,” Oikawa admits, showering himself in tiny suns, because he can actually feels those, like a fusillade of warm kisses on luminous skin that leave marks. To humans, they’d be freckles. Skin stars, Oikawa calls them. He didn’t make that up, a human did.

“Who created the rule that we can’t touch, I wonder,” Iwaizumi ponders, floating heedlessly through space.

“Maybe it’s because we can fly. Humans dream of flying, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

gsjsgsjshsjshsjsj star!iwaoi

they’re LITERALLY STARS

beautifulbeautifulbeautiful i love how the author conveyed the beauty of touch and humanity 🥺🥺

please bless yourself further with the sequel sun-kissed

conquering the great king by suggestivescribe ☆| E

Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

yes.

in fact, this entire series (breaking the rules) features daisuga, kuroken, asanoya and it’s SO GOOD. every single one.

but anyway, character development!!!!! plot!!!!!!!!! writing!!!!!!!! i’m here for it all

tsukkiyama

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon ☆ | M

Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he’s probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he’s at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

SO BEAUTIFUL

i am also a sucker for anything with stars, moons and all the love in between

no words to describe this work of art please just go read it and be blessed

under the lilac tree by raewrites | G

there’s a lilac tree in Kei’s backyard.

gorgeous in its simplicity

softtsukkisofttsukkisofttsukki

not as grandiose as the rest but the love written into every word, action and character is absolutely show-stopping

kagehina

saffron and cayenne pepper by dontsaycrazy ☆ | T

Cooking is hard. Even if you have your very attractive, very grumpy neighbor there to help you.

-

In which Hinata's lack of cooking skills are a danger to him and others. Luckily (or not), Kageyama is willing to teach him, if only for the sake of avoiding any burned down apartments.

the essence of their characters were captured so well and yet it’s like they’re completely new characters too? author, whoever you are, you totally owned this

this made me ship kagehina so hard

fluff! cuteness! lots and lots of cooing!

kuroken

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony ☆ | T

soulmate

/ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ • noun

A person who was made from the same star as you.

-

// Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives.

ahhh here it is. beautiful, heartbreaking, soul-emptying agony. you want angst? choke on this, and your tears later on.

no but seriously please read this if you haven’t you won’t regret it at all i promise

written from kenma’s perspective so you experience every depth and multitude of emotion he does and it’s so raw and- brb imma go cry for a sec

knot in my heart by hearthope | T

There’s a picture. Kenma blinks, looking at the little calico cat, being held up next to the face of a guy with stupidly messy hair and a crooked grin.

Cute.

The— the cat. The cat is cute.

Just the cat.

-

Kuroo starts spending a lot of time at the flower shop Kenma works at. Kenma definitely isn't into him.

okay so i like it when authors unravel a normally stoic character’s full scope of emotion and give them depth, sue me.

anyway, back on the fluff train!

i absolutely f*ck with flower symbolisms, cats and bitchy best friends who have dirt on each other. the layers of romance, friendship and everything in between is so prettily developed 10/10

bokuaka

the jacket you never returned by daisuga ☆☆ | G

He leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery.

He will never remember. Not now, not ever.

What they were will now forever be forgotten.

-

"You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou."

YOU USED TO CALL ME KEIJI, KOUTAROU!!!!!!!!!!

i beg you to listen to Spiegel im Spiegel when it’s first mentioned in the story please

i read this and screamed through my tears for a solid 1.5 hours. i rarely cry.

no f*ckin regrets though i read this thrice already and it hurts so good every time

rules by conesofdunshire ☆☆ | E

In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there's just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.

this fic. this fic has my whole, broken, sobbing heart and laughing soul

gorgeous. breathtaking. magnificent.

bokuto is so WARM and akaashi is so STRONG and they both find the solace they need in each other and it’s all i want for me 😭😭😭

in another life by littleluxray | T

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

this is a famous fic that i doubt any seasoned haikyuu reader wouldn’t know, and RIGHTLY SO BECAUSE, the PAIN. the pain. the pain.

i could feel my lungs shrivel up and my chest cave in on itself. fatigue and rest are things i struggle with too so this whole story resonated with me from start to finish, and it broke me. in like, the best, most revitalising way

i would read this again but it still haunts me at night. i need to heal from the first time before i have the guts to try one more time HAHAHA 😆💔😭

tea-stained polaroids by dalyeau | G

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

mmmmmmm pretty photographer + personalised coffee cups + cute baristas = diabetic fluff fic

i smiled so much throughout this you have no idea. cheeks achey but so good

i may have squealed a little at the ending

kurotsukki

moonfall by batman | T

There is no unlearning Tetsurou, after all. There is only leaving him.

-

(Five things of Tetsurou's that ended up in Kei's home, and one that never left.)

the writing!!!!!! is pure beauty!!!! sheer grace!!!!!!! the construction of the AU and the romanticism and hsjsgsjshsj

didn’t cry but. heart ache and bittersweet smiles are another level of misery that is just as fulfilling

yea just pleasepleasepleaseplease go read it thank you and have a good day

hidden gem by realmSpinner | E

Things get complicated when everything you thought you knew about a guy changes, and they get even more complicated when you actually start liking those changes.

That guy working with you AND becoming your neighbor? That's just a cherry on top of the cake of confusion.

this AU was refreshingly different, and amazingly so

top!tsukki??? sign me the f*ck up

the whole plot, man. perfection.

pings by barfs ☆☆ | T

[5/02/16, 3:50:17 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Please wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:50:23 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I hate begging. You know I hate it.

[5/02/16, 3:50:34 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I bet you’re snickering at that, wherever you are.

[5/02/16, 3:50:53 AM] Tsukishima Kei: But, it keeps hurting and I don’t know why and it feels like shit and I know you could tell me why, but you’re not here and I would really appreciate it if you’d just wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:51:02 AM] Tsukishima Kei: You’re laughing at that too, aren’t you.

[5/02/16, 3:51:10 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Dying is probably up there in the list of top ten shitty things you’ve ever done, and you’ve done a lot of shitty things.

god.

you already know what’s coming, and yet. when it comes.

how the f*ck did the author make grief beautiful????????? (at the expense of me dying along with kei and everyone else i guess)

this fic will ruin you and bury you under all your pain (i hope you’re ready)

but also put you back together with the “sequel”

kyouhaba

close to the chest by darkmagicalgirl | T

It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

cause i’m (not) alright with the slow, burn~

no fr, take slow and burn very seriously

overthinking yahaba? i understand. i do.

again, such an amazing fic; 10/10 recommend

safe here by crossbelladonna ☆ | M

“Raids are routine work,” Kyoutani tells to Yahaba before he can air the question. “Sometimes there is no sleep done until we accomplish something, say kill a certain ghoul. I guess they’re still going through the possibility that people in the accident are still alive huh?”

Yahaba quirks a smile, pushing his mask up his head.

“You’re alive.”

Kyoutani looks at him intently and all of the things that they’ve gone through for the past month seems to flash in his mind.

“Yes I am.”

i haven’t watched tokyo ghoul but i understood everything perfectly. such is the power of f*cking kickass writing

*cue ugly crying and a lot of unresolved angst*

like the grief??????? ruin me please thank you 🙏 (i think i’m a little masochistic)

rare pairs

mannequin men by surveycorpsjean ☆ | M

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tuskishima]

The modelling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path.

In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.

i did not expect this to be good, and it wasn’t. it was SPLENDID.

akaashi is so enamoured with them from the get go i love it

a tiny bit of angst that stabbed me in the heart, but the happy ending soothed it (thankfully, because if there wasn’t one i will sue)

characterisation, writing, plot development; everything is great. can you tell i’m running out of synonyms for ‘beautiful’

feel like gold by heronfem ☆☆ | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/kenma]

In which Kenma is unapologetic and comfortable with who he is, Akaashi learns a lot about himself in a short period of time, Kuroo is wildly in love and an eternal survivor, and Bokuto remembers that love doesn't cure mental illness, but having a support system sure helps a lot.

Or, the one where 4 young men get together, and are helplessly, hopelessly, utterly in love despite everything.

e.e. cummings?? poetry??? f*ck yes

so beautiful. i’m so star-struck by this fic it’s simply stunning

there are no words to fully capture how worth your time and heart and mind reading this fic is so please. do yourself a favour, and fall in love with this fic with me

the sky and guilt are the only feelings i have left by oopsthisisqueertoo ☆☆ | not rated

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo]

Akaashi is at his wits end. He feels nothing. He's quickly crumbling as a human being. He wants nothing but sweet release of death. In his fourth year of college he drafts a plan for his suicide. He is to graduate, publish writing for others to be inspired by, and slip quietly away. Shortly after, he meets a dog walker named Bokuto who asks him out and Akaashi reluctantly agrees. Nothing matters anymore and he treats Bokuto like an obligation. Until he's not anymore.

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPTS & DEPRESSION

this was... this gutted me entirely and filled my body with too many shades of agony

arguably one of the best haikyuu fics i’ve ever read

so beautiful in the most painful way fathomable; strongly recommend

april to may by surveycorpsjean | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tsukishima]

They're an odd family.

The four of them? Parents?

But still, they're a family.

So they'll support each other until the end.

aaahhhhh third gym as parents 🥺

so much fluff. i also love april and may

they’re still so in love there’s love in every millimetre of this fic :”)

that’s it for now! i’ll add more if i come across anymore good fics. i hope you enjoyed this list! if you have any requests/fic recs, or if u just wanna chat, feel free to just ask! hehe 🥰 k aight bye~

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

Gonna leave my last comment on Winchester In Love over here. 💕

Em, reading along with this fic felt like watching you make a gift. You crafted it with all the love and care in the world, so intricate and thoughtful and emotional, and then wrapped it up in a beautiful bow with this last chapter. And now it's out there, completely, and people can watch this gift of a story unravel over and over as many times as they want, and they should!!! Because it was BEAUTIFUL!!!

On a more personal note, being a film student and a writer with a million insecurities and perpetual fear of the future, this Dean of yours made me feel ALL the things. WOW okay if i get into this too much I'll start crying. But thank you. Don't know how you nailed him and that experience so well but. That Me. and the ending you gave him made me feel so very hopeful for my own journey. Was not kidding when i said i was WILdean-coded.

And god their RELATIONSHIP. So raw so real so complicated and yet. It's simple. It's just about falling in love like you never have before and how all-consuming that feeling can be. You made me cry and squeal and laugh and fall in love with their love throughout all ten chapters. And i'm sad it's over, but it's also just beginning!!! :')

All in all. Endless forever infinite kudos. Everyone go read Winchester In Love right the fuck now 💕💕💕

praying tumblr doesn't eat this ask oh my god

gen i have just been reading this ask over and over. I am cradling it in my hands. I am cradling you in my hands.

I've said this before but when I started writing winchester in love I fully did not expect people to be really into it. I mean, the concept is a little cliche and based on a 1998 romantic drama about a fictional affair that Shakespeare had xP

I am not a film student (as I say in the notes of the fic) but I am in college myself and I think we can all relate, whether we’re in college or not, to feeling like the greatest thing that’s ever gonna happen to us has already happened. I spend a lot of time wondering if I peaked in high school or if I'm ever going to do anything that impacts the world because the world is kind of a vast and terrifying place sometimes. I really wanted to have Dean sort through those feelings throughout the fic. 

honestly this is one of my favorite versions of destiel I've ever written ;-; they fall in love with reckless abandon! we only see dean’s perspective but I can tell you for certain that cas was experiencing all the same doubts. and yet they kept coming back to each other. and you know that part near the end where dean thinks to himself that he’s certain that tomorrow or next week or whenever his insecurities will be back but that at least he’s got this? yeah. I wanted dean to be showered with love in this fic and wonder if he deserves it and then realize at the end that yeah. he maybe (definitely) does deserve all sorts and conditions of love. brb making myself cry over my own fic. 

also gen your comments each week were like little gifts and they seriously buoyed me as I was writing and posting and struggling with my own insecurities as a creative. I'm so glad you were along for the ride on this one <3

[iuwon]

hello lina!!

🎐anon here,, i'm sorry it took me like a week to reply back..., i had exams this week and i tend to stay off my socmeds during exam week not because i want to focus on studying, no, no, absolutely not but because exams literally suck the soul out of me and i have no energy left to even open my socmeds or indulge in anything 😭, i literally take a 2 hour nap every time i finish one exam paper. so yeah... tough week and i'm glad its over. i have another big exam period starting on nov 16th so i'll have to study hard for that but, guess its freedom for now. anyways!! sorry i ranted too much. first thing i saw when i opened tumblr tonight was your pda hc post and omg 💘💘💘 , you literally never disappoint ?? i love it... especially jake's.... 'that's my girl' bruvv butterflies in my stomach. it's so rewarding to read your writings first thing after exams are over and i can finally open tumblr ㅠㅠ. oh and for the kpop groups i stan question,, i have 2 groups i ult rn which are aespa and enhypen!! i use to ult nct though back in 2018-2020 and i still keep up with them a little. i want to write down a lot more but i think i already said too much hahaha so i'll stop here. and please tell me about your week too 🥺. i want to listen and read about how it went or just little, memorable things that made you happy this week cause yk, i admire you and i want to understand you more

xoxo, 🎐

AHHH HI HI HI BB I REALLY MISSED YOU YOU'RE BACK. BRB SCREAMING

OKAY HOLD ON IM PUTTING A CUT BC THIS IS GONNA BE PRETTY LONG

AND NO NO IT'S ALL GOOD DON'T WORRY !!! priority is always important if not ppl end up like me 😻 I HOPE IT WENT WELL FINGERS CROSSED PRAYING ON MY KNEES THAT YOU GOT THE RESULTS YOU WANTED !! UGHHH tell me about it, exams are so mentally draining and exhausting just thinking about it makes me want to collapse. naps are always essential i live for sleep ✨ seriously i do nothing but fangirl, eat, sleep and study.

AHH NOV 16 THAT'S TOO SOON 😡 personally i need at least like,, 1-2 months of rest before another exam. FOR THE MEANTIME please rest well !!! sleep like a panda and eat like a panda 🤩 don't worry too much to prevent stress because you had it so rough oml :((( seeing how you turned off social media due to how drained you were just proved how much effort you placed into the exams 😼 but please please don't overexert yourself during the next batch of exams !!! i hate exams just for that reason only. make sure to never pressure or stress yourself with negativity no matter what scenario you're doing the best and that's all that matters !! 💞 NO FEEL FREE TO RANT ALL THAT YOU CAN

AGJWFEJFAJJWE OMG THE FACT THAT I WAS THE FIRST POST YOU SAW BACK ON TUMBLR #*%#*$%* IT'S GIVING ME EMOTIONS I'M GONNA YELL. AWEJGJWSK THANK YOU FOR READING AND ENJOYING THE HC WTF YOU'RE SO SWEET ????????? SERIOUSLY WHEN I READ THIS I STARTED SCREAMING AND JUMPING ON MY BED 💀💀

literally reading this is so rewarding like HELP you now and forever will hold the ability to say things that i can't stop thinking about 😭😭 AND OHHH AESPA AND ENHA !!! aespa along w bp and itzy are the gg i stan 😌😌 i used to stan nct too !!! but i somehow got pretty busy so i rarely just watch their videos 😭 i think enha and bts are the only groups that i'm up to date w/ but even so i'm still behind with their updates 💀 AND NOO ALWAYS FEEL FREE TO WRITE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT TO !!! i really love receiving asks and hearing from you, like honestly, it's so hard to explain 😭

"admire" SQUEAL CRYING EATING WALLS ROLLING SOBBING SCREAMING YELLING HOLLERING WHIMPERING HEART BLEEDING. NO BC THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL W YOU, YOU'RE LITERALLY JUST SO 10000000000% ?@#%?@!???INHALES. EXHALES. one day i will lose my sanity

BUT PLACING SCHOOL ASIDE I HAD A 4 DAY BREAK !! it's just about to end and school is starting tomorrow 🥀 i watched k-dramas w/ my mom, had late-night snacks (i love love love having late-night snacks/noodles it tastes so much better at night), and cooked breakfast for my family for 4 days (not really fun since i had to wake up earlier but at least i can cook) !!! it was so so fun :))

i'm going to the hospital tomorrow though !! our country doesn't allow vaccinations on minors so my doctor is issuing some special treatment to get me one on Friday !! i think i'm getting the faiser (is that how it's spelled HELP) or the moderna one and i'm pretty nervous bc i heard those are pretty painful (I HATE VACCINATIONS i am forever a kid at heart). i have online classes tomorrow so my mom is telling my to bring my phone instead to listen to my classes (a 100% fail but i can't argue against my asian mom). OHHH ALSO i was away from my gadgets the whole 4 days I JUST CAME BACK AND I SAW THE BTS SEASONS GREETINGS 2022 AJFEJGJAWSFJWEJ JIKOOK HELLO ?????????????????????????????? ,,,,, waIT hold on do you stan bts ?? I'M SO SORRY IF I'M JUST SPOUTING OUT NONSENSE <//3 but hmmm other than school i don't really have much going on 😭 currently going to study for my statistics quiz even though it's a rest day today 😡 ANYWHO HOW ARE YOU DOING THOUGH ??? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO WITH YOUR REST ??? OR HALLOWEEN ???

[sugarcoated-pain]

Heavy Rotation-Part Two

Alright guys, I know it’s been a while but I’ve finally finished Part Two of my series, Heavy Rotation. 

Best Friends to Lovers (eventually) trope- original character + Ashton 

Part One

Warnings: Cussing and drinking. I think that’s about it though. 

Another giant thanks to my homegirl @sublimehood for helping again! 

“Come on, guys! Just one more game!” I beg, bouncing on the loveseat next to Ashton. I'm sitting cross-legged with my knee against his thigh and he has not moved away. I take small victories where I can get them. In the three months I've lived with these guys, I've started a little game I secretly like to call 'how much can I flirt with Ashton without anybody noticing’.

“No fucking way. Absolutely not.” Calum replies as he abandons his place on the couch next to Georgia to get another beer.

“You kicked our asses FOURTEEN times! Why the hell would we keep playing?” Mikey declares indignantly, tossing the Wii controller on the coffee table.

“Yeah I’m fucking done.” Luke chimes in.

“Don’t be sore losers. It’s very unattractive.” I add condescendingly, eliciting a chuckle from Georgia.

Ashton takes a swig off of his beer before contributing to the conversation, “I’m still playing. I came THIS fucking close to winning last round! But you have to change your character this time. No more ‘Lucky Luigi’. “ he mocks, “and we’re doing Battle Mode.”

“Deal!”

Just as the next round starts, I hear a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it.” Mikey says as he jumps up to answer the door. “Oh. Hey Camille, come on in.” Oh, NOW he moves his leg. Typical.

“Hey babe! What're you doin here?”Ashton asks, pausing the game and standing up to greet her.  

“Uh, you said we could go to the club tonight, remember?” She shoots me a glare, potentially having noticed how close he and I were just sitting. I roll my eyes and unpause the game while Ashton is distracted and proceed to kick his ass.

“GODDAMNIT EMMA! You little shit!” He laughs “Come on, not cool!” He shouts, grabbing his Wii controller and pausing it once again. “The club, that's right, “ he adds, hearing Camille's impatient huff as she crosses her arms. “Yeah no problem, let me just get changed. You guys wanna come?” He asks the room at large. To Camille’s clear delight, no one else was interested.

The two of them were gone within fifteen minutes, and it wasn’t long after when Luke and Michael retreated to their rooms. I continue playing Mario Kart with Georgia while Calum rests his feet in her lap, leaning back on the couch and browsing aimlessly on his cell phone.

“BRB.” Cal says, eliciting an eye roll from myself and Georgia, as he gets up and heads down the hall to the bathroom.

No sooner do we hear the door close than Georgia pauses the game and rounds on me. “Alright, spill.” She demands.

“Uh.. you're gonna need to be a little more specific.”

“You and Ashton! Something is definitely happening between the two of you...” Georgia watches me with intrigue as an excited grin passes over her face.

I unpause the game nonchalantly. “I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.”

“Oh come on, Em!” She pauses the game yet again. “I know you better than that by now. You can trust me.”

I sigh, and look around the room to make sure no one else is around. “Okay. Fine. I may or may not have ...slightly more than platonic feelings for him...” Georgia lets out an excited squeal, but I cut her off before she can say anything “BUT. I have no intention of ever acting on this. He has a girlfriend and I am not here for guys. I am here to make music and I'm not letting anybody distract me.”

“Seriously?! 'His girlfriend’ is awful and you know it. He deserves WAY better than her. And what if he feels the same way you do?”

“What if who feels the same way?” Of course Calum walks back into the room at that exact moment. He makes his way back to his spot on the couch, eyeing us both curiously.

“NOBODY!” I shout a little too quickly, glaring at Georgia, who is now wide eyed and holding her hands over her mouth.

He grins mischievously and leans closer to her while watching me curiously.  “Nope. I'm not buyin it. I know what I heard. Come on. I'll get it out of her sooner or later so you might as well just tell me…”

Georgia looks like she's about to explode. “UGH fine!” I snap and bury my head in my hands.

“EMMA HAS FEELINGS FOR ASHTON!” she whisper-shouts excitedly, bouncing a little as she says it.

Calum grins. “Excellent! Let's call him and tell him right now. I bet he dumps that dumb bitch on the spot!”

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! He cannot find out! Do you understand me?? Neither one of you can ever speak a word or this!” I demand frantically.

“Emma, he's my best friend. I can't NOT tell him something like this.” He replies, pulling out his cell phone.

I immediately slap it out of his hand and onto the floor. “I'm dead serious. He is currently in a relationship and I, on the other hand, am not looking for a relationship. Ashton can't ever find out. Nobody can. PLEASE. I'm begging you.”

They exchange a look. “Fine, I won't say anything.” Cal replies with a huff, glaring at me angrily as he reaches to pick up his phone.

“But Em, I know you don't really want to be single forever.. don't you ever get lonely?” Georgia asks.

“That's what Tinder is for. I'm not interested in anything more than a one night stand right now, and roommates slash best friends are NOT one night stand material.” I pick my cell phone up off the coffee table and start to get up. “I'm going to bed, but please promise me you will keep this between us?” They both nod.

Once in my room, I plop onto my bed with a deep sigh. Guess I took my little game too far, but no more. It’s time to get serious and stop daydreaming about the guy across the hall. No more flirting. No more touching. It’s music time. I grab my favorite journal that has my best song lyrics written in it, and climb out my window onto the fire escape. In my first week in the apartment, I discovered one of my favorite places in the whole world : our rooftop. With a perfect view of the LA skyline, it is by far the best place in this building for song writing. There isn't a ton of space up there, just room for a couple of people comfortably. I found that out in my second week here when I went up there only to discover I'm not the only one who uses this hideout. Ashton was already sitting there, but he let me join him. And of course, we talked music, cracked stupid jokes, shared a joint, and had deep philosophical conversations for hours- the usual “just friends” stuff, right?

I was glad to know he wouldn't be up there tonight though. I needed my rooftop spot for thinking and writing. With my favorite fuzzy throw blanket around my shoulders, I start writing. All my thoughts and emotions from the day easily flow out of me, through my lucky red gel pen and onto the paper. Lately, my writing has mostly revolved around my feelings for two things: my dramatic change in scenery, and Ashton. I hold it back and fight it off as best as I can in the daylight, but up here alone, I can’t help writing about him. What can I say, he seems to be my muse. After I’m completely drained of words and energy, I head back down the fire escape to go to bed.

The next day starts out the same as any other.  Camille stayed over and is walking around in one of Ashton’s shirts and little else, which makes me sick to my stomach so I avoid the kitchen at all costs until it’s time to head downstairs for work. It’s my turn to open the record store. Everybody else will probably wander down whenever they feel like it. Joys of being the newbie.

I go through the opening checklist that the guys made for me, and finally open the doors. It's a Saturday so we will probably be busy later in the day, but nobody is ever here first thing in the morning. I wander around hunting for busy work to do, but eventually end up sitting behind the counter doodling on receipt paper. After a while, Luke comes down to start his shift in the store, and I see that someone has opened up the recording studio.

As one would expect, my obsession with that studio has only grown in the time I've been there. Once Luke gets settled, I casually wander through that heavy purple curtain, under the guise of making sure the trash cans were emptied the night before. Ashton is already helping some random musician nobody has ever heard of record their album. I'm fascinated by everything happening in the room- the buttons, the knobs,the lights, the flawless human being operating them all so effortlessly.

“Oh! Hey Em. I didn't see ya there.” His voice breaks me from my trance.

“Morning.. I'm just .. uh.. just making sure the trash was taken out in here last night…” I reply as I quickly grab the nearest can.

“Bullshit. I watched you empty them last night.” Ashton chuckles. “You're just trying to get close to the board again to see how it works….”

“Yep. That's definitely all I was looking at. You caught me..”

“Well, come on then.” He motions for me to take the chair next to him.

“Seriously?!”

“Yeah. This is a pretty easy client. Good one for you to learn on. Sit down.” I hop over to the empty swivel chair excitedly. Ashton shakes his head with a small laugh at my enthusiasm, and then begins talking through the different steps in the process. I force myself to concentrate on the words he is telling me, and not the way his perfect hazel eyes light up when he talks about something he's really passionate about.

After about thirty minutes, Luke frantically pops his head into the studio. “There you are! Come on, Emma, I’m gettin my ass kicked out here!”

“Oops sorry!” I bounce up quickly to follow him out, before turning back to Ashton. “Hey thanks for showin me this stuff.. It was awesome.”

He smiles. “Anytime.”

My shift goes by in a blur after that. Any moments not involving customers are spent daydreaming about my time with Ashton this morning. That nagging part of my brain that knows he’s off limits tries to stop me, but I can’t help myself. He was so sweet and patient with me today. Since I’ve gotten here, Ash has definitely been the most interested in my music and the most supportive on my path to learn more about the music industry in general. I know by now that this is just the type of guy he is, but there is another part of me that wishes it was more than that.

The guys have band practice scheduled that evening. There’s a small, old warehouse attached to the back of the store that Liz let’s them practice in. They’re pretty good together but their practices are entertaining as hell to sit in on. Georgia and I have started bringing snacks and booze to watch. We even recently made a drinking game out of some of the stuff that regularly happens. I lay out a blanket on the floor for us to sit on and start setting up camp while Georgia playfully feeds popcorn to Calum while he’s getting ready. They’re so cute I could puke.

“Hey G, first shot of the game. Mikey’s late again.” I say as I pour cheap vodka into two dixie cups. Georgia takes hers as she sits down next to me on the blanket.

“Cheers.” she says, holding it out as if to toast. I clank my plastic cup to hers and down it in one quick motion.

Michael finally shows up and practice begins. I pour white wine into two red solo cups for Georgia and I.

Relaxing a bit as they finally start playing, I find a comfortable sitting position and take in the music. They're actually getting better, even in just the few months I've been here. But what I really love about their practices is how passionate they all are about their music, particularly Ashton. The way he moves when playing the drums, the intensity in his face. It's mesmerising.

“I've got an idea for another one..” Georgia says in a low tone with a mischievous grin, leaning closer to me. “YOU have to take a drink every time I catch you checking Ashton out.”

“GODDAMNIT GEORGIA!” It's meant to be a whisper but it comes out as more of a hiss, as I look around frantically making sure nobody else heard her.

She laughs, “Actually, make it a shot this time. You were practically drooling.”

As I pour another shot into my dixie cup, I glare at her. “I hate you.” Georgia laughs again as I throw back my shot.

Practice continues and I make an extra effort not to look at Ashton. This is apparently an impossible task for me at this point. His energy on that drum kit is like a black hole sucking me in. I try to find other things to focus on. I stare at Luke for a while. He’s pretty enough to keep my attention, right?

“OH! Luke touched his hair. Take a drink.” I say. Georgia and I both drink.

“And now Ashton is drumming on something that isn’t his drums. Drink.” Georgia said, smirking in my direction.

“Are you purposely drawing my attention to him drumming on his thighs so I have to drink AGAIN?” I shake my head and take another drink while she laughs at me as the guys start playing their next song. Within a matter of seconds, I realize I don’t recognize it. I’ve been overly familiar with all the covers they usually play, and now know the couple of originals they’ve thrown in but this one is different.

“Is this an original?” I ask Georgia curiously.

“I guess so.” She shrugs.

It’s surprisingly good. I’m actually genuinely enjoying this song. It’s heartfelt and emotional, raw even. It has a different feel than most of the other songs they play, but in a really good way. They stop a couple times during the song to discuss aspects of it, and I can tell they aren’t completely happy with it, particularly Ashton.

“There’s just something about the bridge that didn’t feel right.” He says, tapping his drumstick absentmindedly on his knee, as he often does when he’s thinking. They continue debating it for a couple minutes, struggling to agree with what was missing from the sound.

“For the bridge, what if you switch the vocals only to a minor key, but keep the guitar in major?” I chime in loudly. Everybody stops talking and turns to me.

“What?!” Luke asks, apparently stunned that I would speak up during their sacred practice.

“No that’s actually a REALLY good idea. You up for trying it, Luke?” Ashton asks, with a quick smile at me. I really hope I’m not blushing but I’m almost positive I am. Luke shrugs. They start the bridge over, but this time with Luke singing the lead in a minor key. It sounds a million times better, or maybe I’m biased. Georgia turns to me, completely impressed. They finish the song, and Ashton is beaming at me. The other guys nod their approval, looks of mild shock on their faces. They all thank me and compliment me on the idea.

When they’re all finished, Ashton walks over to me. “That was seriously a genius tip.”

“Ha. Thanks. It was already an excellent song, just needed a little tweak.” I shrug, hoping again I’m not fucking blushing.

“You really like it? That means a lot. I wrote this one.”

“I’m not surprised at all.” I say quickly under my breath.  

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asks with a curious smirk.

“Never mind.” I answer as I finish packing up our little picnic site to head back upstairs.

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

[andsheloved]

VIDIA YOU ABSOLUTELY GEM OF A HUMAN I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’VE DONE THIS (affectionate) i’m going to SCREAM I AM SO-

let me just say how i was SQUEALING during this cus uh?? hello ?? how could i not i am so in love with this.

how you set up the whole atmosphere was just so clear!! like yes i can see the party!! and the way that the General Party Things frames their relationship so well ?? like with the comforting and i just - literally, TEARS IN MY EYES vidia i’m going to CRY this is legitimately everything i’ve ever wanted aND MORE!!!

as soon as i read ‘this fic came in response to the anon earlier’ i was like.... oh no.... my heart is going to explode and IT DID. it did. first of all. protect loki squad always 😤😤 BUT I SCREAMED I SCREAMED I DID

“The only person who’s opinion that matters, to me, dove, is yours.”

MMMM YES I CRY AND NOT MY FAVORITE PET NAME EVER??? HELLO my jaw dropped :0

can i also just -

“Then I have nothing to worry about. Take a deep breathe, and relax”

brb just gonna be thinking of this forever because this was so adorable and cute and so comforting i legitimately feel like loki just hugged me actually that made me smile so hard like aH i squealed i actually had to scream into a pillow.

“It seemed that we haven’t reached to the best part of the night yet’ A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. There was a glint in his eyes”

YOU WRITE HIM SO SO WELL I COULD SEE HIM what a mischievous guy and yet so charming like if he said this to me i would have absolutely swooned and actually yes i did i’m so glad i had a bed near by because i just had to swoon really quick because it’s hIM IT IS HE YOU WROTE HIM SO AMAZINGLY AND I JUST SCREAMED oh goodness :’)

AND THE HESITATION AND NERVOUSNESS ON THE READERS PART. it’s me. it’s just me. that was so cute and loki’s comfort and the trust the reader has in him, i’m going to sob.

“My Lady, May I have this dance?”

AND THEN??

“You’ll be perfect. Do you trust me?”

HELLO NEW FAVORITE FIC LINE EVER HELOO??? i’m going to cry i could literally just cry i can see him saying this in my brain and it’s so sweet and soft and tender and so comforting !!! ah you genius!!!!

i am a certified horrible dancer and this was just perfect !!!!! like i will be reading this forever me thinks as many times as my heart allows :’)

“Let me guide you”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME??

how he holds the reader and like. fully makes sure she is Fine and Good and is fully okay ??? and comfortable ?? like not an ounce of embarrassment or weird feelings just him and her and the music and dancing in their own little bubble ?? and the way he’s teaching her in such a calm and sweet way by just ?? being so gentle ?? HELLO ?? yes that’s my heart exploding with love that you hear

“Just like that. One, two, three. One, two, three. That’s perfect, who taught you how to do that?”

OH IT’S SO SOFT THERE IS NOTHING SOFTER THAN THIS !!! IT’S SO SWEET AND SOFT AND hehehehehe he’s so charming like hello it’s him he’s literally in front of me that’s how well you write him i am going to scream (affectionate)

“The pleasure was mine, my love.”

that ENDING ?? THEIR CHEMISTRY IS OFF THE CHARTS and it’s so sweet and fluffy oh my gosh not even clouds are softer than this actually. this fic is like the warmest hug ever and the greatest birthday gift ever :’) i’m so very emotional over this. you are the most wonderful human and i honestly can’t thank you enough for this because this has made my whole life :)) to have no idea how much this means this is the sweetest ever and it’s literally like !!! you took my brain out and looked and said yes hmm that’s it that’s the one and WROTE IT and i am so amazed. genuinely one of the most wonderful things i’ve ever read from one of the most wonderful humans. you deserve everything good in this world and thank you so so much for this and i love you endlessly!!! mwauh mwauh mwauh!!!

may i have this dance? - loki laufeyson

summary: tony sent you and loki to a charity gala to fill in for him. what better way for loki to distract you from an unfortunate encounter than to teach you to dance?

word count: 1.3k

warnings: f!reader, dancers please don't come for me I do not understand your sorcery (aka im not a dancer so there may be inaccuracies!!), people need to stop bullying loki in this universe, no y/n

a/n; happy happy birthday dearest madeline! @andsheloved

im actually incredibly grateful for the anon from earlier because the idea for this fic came from your response to them :)I hope this is pleasant to read and not nonsensical ! so without further ado, let's have a ball <3

masterlist | loki masterlist

Glasses clinked, music flowed, and people talked. A lot. The murmuring voices became white noise to you when you tightened your grip in the bend of Loki's arm, perhaps a response to the itching of the line of small beads stitched into the fabric of your dress. Perhaps it was your nerves. Your dress was in your favourite colour, matching with Loki's tie. He glanced at you briefly, allowing the both of you to exchange loving smiles before he pulled his arm closer to his body, squeezing your hand tighter.

A piece of cake, Tony said. The perfect poster couple to represent the Avengers. You weren't sure if you regretted revealing your relationship with Loki to him, with the number of times he tried to send you out like this. He was a man obsessed with PR, perhaps it shouldn't have been a surprise to find out that he was sending you and Loki to a charity gala. While a part of you enjoyed having time alone with Loki, you didn't appreciate Tony thinking he could just send you and Loki out to complete his errands. And you couldn't help but think it was more to do with his opinion of Loki than it was to do with you.

Normally a crowd this big would make you nervous, but Loki navigated every conversation with a charming smile and a relaxed countenance. He would create openings for you to speak so that you didn't feel invisible, sipping on his drink and always keeping a hand on your lower back. His thumb drew circles over the small patch of skin that was exposed by the cut in your dress, grounding you when you began to feel overwhelmed by the barrage of questions: when did you two become official? Is there a Stark tower marriage on the horizon? How much is Stark donating tonight? Where is Stark?

Why did you choose Loki, of all people? Were you forced?... You excused yourself from that conversation, before the liquid in your glass decided to practice the high jump over the rim and onto the sourly spoken couple stood across from you.

You arrived at your table before it began to get too busy, appreciating the beautiful set up: a pristine tablecloth, a display of flowers in pinks, greens and lilacs, and golden name cards with your names printed in a cursive font. It looked expensive, in a way that seemed completely alien to you - didn't people have more important things to spend money on?

"I understand why Tony doesn't like coming to these," You said, shooting a brief glare at the last couple you had engaged with; the conversation full of backhanded compliments was something you could deal with, you could afford to give them the benefit of the doubt. But when they displayed their disdain for Loki so blatantly, your fuse burned quickly. "These people are so entitled. God, I almost snapped at her," You hid your face in your hands and took a deep breath. Your next words were incoherent, muffled by your hands. "What was that, darling?" Loki's hand fell to your knee, squeezing gently. "You know that you're nothing like the person she described, right? How are you not the slightest bit bothered? Not that I want you to be, of course, it's great that-" Sitting up, you let your hands fall to the table. "The only person's opinion that matters to me, dove, is yours," He lifted his index finger to draw an affectionate line down your nose with his knuckle. "Do you think the woman was correct?" You shook your head instantly, coaxing a chuckle from his chest. "Then I have nothing to worry about. Take a deep breath, and relax." He took a sip of water, pressing his lips together as he swallowed. At that moment, you noticed the change of mood in the music.

The notes that were once softly floating through the room, contrasting heavily with the slight stuffiness that had engulfed you, were replaced by those from a song that was all too familiar to you.

"It's good that you didn't snap. It seems that we haven't reached to the best part of the night yet." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. There was a glint in his eyes. "What are you thinking?" You said lightly, unable to resist smiling yourself when there is something on his mind that made him look younger. He was excited. The music waltzed its way through the room, weaving through the tables and swirling around the pots of flowers on display. The notes whirled around the dresses of the ladies waltzing on the dance floor, sitting in their perfectly-made hair, lifting up the stale atmosphere in the room, and settled warmly in your heart.

Loki has tried to teach you how to dance to this very song on numerous occasions. It wasn't that you didn't want to at all; there was just always someone else around, either lurking or settled somewhere nearby. The embarrassment of doing it wrong was overwhelming, which meant that you always held back. If Loki noticed, he never said anything. But he would always extend the invitation. You smiled at the memory, and then again as Loki stood up and pushed his chair back under the table. You started to ask what he was doing, but he beat you to it. With one hand extended and the other behind his back, he bowed forwards.

"My lady. May I have this dance?" You bit your lip, initially worried. But as always, Loki read your mind. "You'll be perfect. Do you trust me?" "Always." You took his hand. It was far warmer than your own, and he squeezed it tightly while leading you to the dance floor. "Have you been so cold this whole time?" Loki asked, bringing your fingers to his lips and placing a small kiss onto each one. He quickly found an area empty enough for the both of you, spinning around to place a hand on your waist. "Let me guide you." Loki pulled you closer. You stole a glance to the other couples around you, and to your relief they were too wrapped up in their own romantic bubbles to notice you.

He was practiced, that was no surprise to you. His posture was perfect, his steps were precise. What surprised you was how easy it was to follow his steps. When you stumbled, his hand around your waist would tighten and steady you as he pulled you closer to redirect your steps. The rhythmic whirling felt just as magical as the way he looked at you did; his eyes were bright, the natural edge he usually had about him had softened completely, and there you were, waltzing on clouds. "Just like that, follow my steps. One, two three. One, two three. That's perfect, who taught you how to do that?" You giggled at his sarcasm. "Beginner's luck, of course." "Nonsense, dove. You're a natural."

When the music transitioned, so did your dance. It was slow, relaxed, and intimate. You placed your hands around his neck as you joined the slow swaying and swirling of the rest of the crowd. "I love the way you dance," You admitted quietly. You were still giddy with the adrenaline from the previous song, feeling much more brave with your words. "Thank you. It reminds me of Asgard," His breath was warm against your ear. "My mother taught me," He said proudly. "It's lovely. That was so sweet of her. What about Thor?" "Didn't stick. He said the music was far too slow." You chortled. "Of course he did. I'm glad your mother taught you; thank you for teaching me tonight," You smiled. A kiss was placed on the top of your head. "The pleasure was mine, my love."

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dabs

new year, same bitches.

while i may have not known them for years on end, i know that there are too many years to come. lady friends (you know who you are) i’m writing to you because we have to start getting used to snail mail and emails, so, unfortunately, get used to it.

sup mothafuckaaaaaz,

this is most likely going to be the longest letter/note/email you get from me over the next few months. i’m sorry for that, but i promise i’m going to be back way sooner than we all think. all i’m asking is for a few emails and occasional snapchats that won’t give me too much fomo. but in all sincerity, i’m writing this to you because of how heavily you all have impacted me in less than a year. i am high as fuck packing for my trip(?) being nostalgic so this will also be the nicest thing you hear me say in the next few months, too.

disclaimer: the order was random; you’re all equally my number one. let’s begin party people.

lauren/lolo/lola/mama/punk ass,

wow. honestly where am i supposed to begin? the fact that we were supposed to roommates freshman year together because we had a mutual friend that we both have been friendly with and then didn’t even attend the same school and then became roommates the next year???????? because that fucking makes sense??????? but truly, thank you nick watson for bringing you into my life and thank you for bringing katie suh into mine. ~one of the many, many good come ups in 2016~ although i may bully you and peer pressure you in the safest ways possible, i hope i have been a better influence than that because you have influenced me in too many ways. the way that you are constantly hungry for knowledge is always a pleasant reminder to never be closed minded and stay curious to different perspectives. the continuos back and fourth between us is something i look forward to always, but that makes sense considering we are actually the same but completely opposite in every single way??? regardless, i’m happy that you’re one of my soul sista sistaaaaz. while the house will be way more quiet and much cleaner, please take care of yourself and the roomies and don’t miss me too much while i’m gone. i’m going to miss you like crazy, little guy. party rock with blake reynolds for me.

marlaylaaaay,

first off, i would like to apologize for leaving and you not having a consistent taco bell buddy. i would also like to apologize for invading the dorm storms last year but i’m apologizing because now you have to deal with me for the rest of your life. like i always say, we have one of the best unspoken relationships ever (this is somewhat challenging to write because i feel like you already know what i would say). i feel really lucky to have someone like you in my life. you’re bouji-ness reminds me that i want to stay fucking fab *wink wink* at all times and to always walk with my head held high. your strong front and caring heart are always shining through you and being reflected by others. you have a known presence and i’m going to miss it so much for the next few months. take a shot (or many) for me while i’m gone. xx

al,

hey bitch. i’m going to miss calling people (you) that and having them not get offended but rather, taking it as a compliment. i’m also going to miss my lady friend who is always: ready to talk to me about every mediocre/great/fucking insane book ever written and the pros and cons to actually finishing the book, explaining what bitch/cunt/daddy they saw in class and what they did to make you want to talk about them, showing me which yummy boy from home is talking to you and how badly one of us (both?) want to fuck, to get dutch or mcdick’s at any time, any day, down to go with me to do anything, and i am going to miss my lady friend who is always going to make me take a shot. i’m excited to come back and listen to all of those things and more; until then, please keep me updated with constant emails ;)

hanna powers,

hahahahahahaha you are not serious. like, fuck you. i’m pissed off right now because how am i supposed to write about someone as magical as you when god made you eve. you literally have anyone at the palm of your hands it’s fucking amazing. i am still so confused about how you got my bitch ass by your side but i am beyond grateful that we are here now. although i may not tell you this often, i am constantly looking up to you for your honest guidance, sex advice, and positive energy that you bless on everyone. your soul radiates and it’s intoxicating and it’s really, really cool knowing someone who is the epitome of being beautiful on the inside and out. thanks for giving me someone to always look up to. i’ll look for clogs in every country as long as you email me your shoe size.

ø~º~grace~º~ø

that little number ^^^ is because you’re my little trippy hippy and i fucking love it. and speaking of, i’m going to go smoke a bowl for this so brb ;) okay what’s up bitch i am back. i’m supa happy that we got closer this year because you’re always full of surprises. like hello dab (literal dab) queen. that’s the only thing i can think of right this second but i’m high as fuck and i’m thinking about getting high with you because you always are smiling when we smoke. it’s hella cute. another cool thing that you do is really get to know people but so deeply and it’s not always obvious. i like that because it shows that you actually care about your friends and want to get to know them. honest to god, the pens you gave me was one of my favorite gifts i have ever received, along with one of the most thoughtful. it’s seriously the little things but luckily for me, and the rest of the bitches, all the little things add up to you and make the most genuine, forever friend in the world. don’t forget about me too much when you’re smoking at the harbor.

HALEY TALBOT!

ruieagrugharelgraghreigareg. that’s probably the most accurate description for what i feel when i hear your name. there’s so much energy and fun and chaos and i fucking love it. you’re interesting to me because i can literally hear your voice and see your facial expressions when simply thinking about asking you how your day was. you’re unforgettable. right when i met you i knew that you were someone i wanted in my life because i could tell you would only make my life happier and brighter. i cannot wait until we are back in the 212 and we talk for hours while making art. ugh, my words are hard to find for you because you just make me happy. it feels really good to be able to call someone like you my friend because you will never bring anything negative into my life. you’re my little ray of sunshine and talking starfish earrings all at once. how lucky am i? thanks for always making sure i remind myself that.

aidan

hi, bitch! just writing that is making me already miss you jumping around and squealing after not seeing you for a few days. and i know you probably just thought “i’m pissed” and reading that made you even more pissed, but at least you’re smiling ;) it’s crazy to me how you were most likely the first gal pal that i met last year and juST NOW we are realizing we are meant for each other (although i am happy that we at least found each other). i’m going to miss having a mom to talk some sense into me and talking (screaming) and punk ass boys. it’s going to be very challenging to find a minor replacement but i do need someone to make sure everyone gets home safely. i’m also going to miss someone who loves black as much as me. at least your gifts will be easy to shop for. but really, if there isn’t anything that has happened between you and blakers i’m going to be pissed. also if there isn’t nick drama, i will also be pissed. and please no one send me snap chats of that coachella shit because i’m going to be reaaaaally pissed. but, in short, you rock my angsty socks right off. thanks for always being honest, being my backbone, and being the drunkest one at the party but still making sure people are drinking water. don’t party rock too hard (with blakers) without me. bitch.

dsparkzzzzzz,

ugh, my heart. well, first, i’m pretty pissed because we 1734920894% passed each other at least once last year in the dorms and we still just met this year. buuuut, still very glad i did. i find our relationship funny because looking at us from an unbiased opinion, i feel like we just don’t look like we add up. but we add up so fooooking well. that’s also a good thing because we’re going to be work partners for (hopefully) a very long time. i know that we are going to have so many ideas to share with each other once we are reunited again annnnnd noooooow we geT TO START MAKING OUR BIG DREAMS ACTUALLY BIG. you help me get excited and feel inspired and to be soft but conquer the world. there is so much i am going to learn from you and i’m really, really thankful i get to have you in my life. there is nothing in me that would be able to tell you what i would do without you now. i’m happy i never have to find out. send me matthew gray gubler pics when you’re thinking of me, please.

EVERAAAHBADDDIIIII¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡

just kidding, jizzy/jessica/jess/jessica leonard/girl boss, hai. i’m honestly not entirely sure where to start because all of our memories are either very blurry or never were made because we didn’t make a decision. surprise. basically we are a very good example of a “hot mess” or “cluster fuck”. it really does work, though. it’s so nice having someone so confident in themselves that it only makes you want to be confident, too? because there is nothing cooler than watching you talk about your art or memories or passions because your feet sink deeper, your shoulders shift backwards, and your eyes sing. that’s inspiring, dude, it’s fucking inspiring. i also enjoy just being able to call you my friend. there’s nothing bad happening to me when i’m with you. that’s crazy i was able to find my safety net this early, let alone at all. lucky us. but, thanks for the endless things such as: not being mean/passive/hateful to me because of ben, sitting in four hours of traffic to get fucked up for a goddamn padres game, spending thanksgiving with my insane family, always wanting to drink/abuse substances/party rock with me, dreaming so large that our goals seem achievable, and just really getting it. have fun replacing me next term, i’m confident you will do it well.

i know it’s now unrealistic for anyone to be actually reading by now but if you are, lol damn bitch you royal as hell uGH THIS IS WHY.

i’m going to wrap this up quickly because this is way too long and it’s way too late. i’m aware that this was rather circular and probably unnecessary but i needed you to at least have the opportunity to attempt to grasp how much i care about you all. the memories and relationships that have been made in such a short amount of time make me so thrilled for the future with all of you by my side. we are able to move mountains and conquer the world. bitches, we’re fucking invincible.

thank you for many years to come. see you soon my forever friends. i love you, dabs.

best,

liv