#but girl.... i literally NEED it. i NEED to focus in school bc this is my final year

[7ndipity]

BTS As Girl Dads

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Headcanons about how the members would each handle being girl dads

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! This got me soo in my feels, they’d all be such great dads(I may have gone a lil self indulgent but who cares lol). Obviously, some/most of these could also apply to any kid, regardless of gender, but for the sake of the Hc, we’re focusing on daughters

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Jin:

He’s honestly such a girl dad, argue with the wall

I totally see him wholly embracing the title and all the things that are typically considered ‘girly’, like pink and sparkles and all that

He would indulge every single one of her interests. She likes animals? They’re going to the zoo every weekend. She likes music? He’s signing her up for lessons for whatever instrument she’s into

I have this mental picture of them sitting on her bed together while he’s reading her bedtime stories, using all these silly voices and wearing one of her princess hats or something bc she insisted he needed for the character and just-😭

Yoongi:

Yoongi would be the softest girl dad ever, like she had him wrapped around her finger from day one. He took one look at her tiny little scrunched up face, that reminded him waay too much of his own expression when he’s annoyed, and he was a goner

I see him just sitting soo patiently while she gives him makeovers, wearing like three different pairs of clip-on earrings at the same time

He would really focus on teaching her to stand up for herself and makes sure she never takes any shit from anyone

He might come off a little stern sometimes, but it’s just because he worries and wants the best for her

Hobi:

Okay, Hobi as a girl dad might be one of my favorite headcanons, bc he’d be soo fucking sweet with them!

The tea party King. Like he shows up dressed in the most ridiculous outfits to make her giggle, and ready to talk imaginary gossip with her and any plushies that are joining them🤭

He would love shopping with/for her, constantly trying to find the coolest outfits or pieces for her, and they would definitely wear matching outfits when she was little(she would be the best dressed toddler ever, lol)

I also see him being quite protective of her at times, being super nervous/worried about her doing things like riding a bike for the first time or on her first days of school

Namjoon:

Omg Namjoon as a girl dad would be soo fucking protective. Like if someone does anything to hurt or upset her, they’re fucked

I see him loving daddy-daughter days out together, taking her to the park or museums or bookstores, really just wanting to indulge her curiosity and interests

Like Yoongi, he would really work to make sure she knows how to stand up for herself, as well as others

For all of his sternness tho, he would have the biggest soft spot for her, he’s 100% the type to let her have dessert before dinner or something bc she gave him puppy eyes

Jimin:

Omg he’s soo girl dad coded, like it’s not even funny(he literally confirmed that on that ep of “are you sure?” like 🥺)

He would treat her like a little princess, doting on her at every possible opportunity, buying her toys/clothes/treats, taking her on special outings, etc. If she wants something, he will do whatever he can do give it to her

He would not be able to stand seeing her in any sort of pain. Like even her just having a scraped knee would make him slightly misty-eyed, even tho she’s not upset/crying about it

I see them having lots of long talks about whatever’s on her mind. He would really strive to be her safe place to ask questions about anything, from school and friends to life and the future

Taehyung:

I see him being an amazing girl dad! He has this amazing, comforting dynamic with the girls that he’s worked with/is friends with, so I can only imagine how supportive he would be with his own daughter

He would be so indulgent in whatever she wanted. Ice cream before bed? Heck yeah, let him grab a spoon too. She wants a new plushie/toy even tho she just got one like yesterday? Well, the new one needs a friend, soo-

But he would still have his more stern/protective moments with her, just moreso in little ways like making sure she’s always wearing her helmet and elbow/knee pads, brushes her teeth, does her homework, etc

He would play along with all/any of their imaginary games, fully committing to the role(and adding waay too many silly death/fainting scenes bc they make her laugh)

Jungkook:

Junkook would absolutely adore a daughter. Like she would be his little princess and anyone/anything that upsets her will have to answer to him.

On the flip side of that protectiveness tho, he is so unbelievably gentle with her. As an infant, he handled her like she was made of glass, and as she grows up, he would always speak to her in a softer tone than he uses for anyone else 

(Also dodon’t think about him singing her to sleep every night as an infant. Getting up with her in the middle of the night and walking her around the house, singing to her softly till she drifts back off to sleep in his arms)

He would love teaching her things and playing games with her(I totally picture him teaching her boxing in tiny and falling over all dramatic when she lands a hit, lol)

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[eunandonly]

contemplating : love, friendships and theories of time

୨୧ ; fate is a strange concept, isn’t it? because park sunghoon was the last person you had expected to see in your philosophy lecture in uni

pairing! philosophymajor!sunghoon x philosophymajor!reader | wc. 0.8k | warnings: wrong philosophy info, prob cringe EN-

🖇️ : philosophy major sunghoon SKDKDKSK. also, to the girly who asked for a uni fic for the science and maths girls, i hope you’re looking forward to my sunoo uni fic ~

you and sunghoon go WAYYYY back

he was your neighbour in that little picturesque town you both lived in, your mum's friend's annoying son who always seemed to be loitering around at your house

you thought your mum adopted him or smth bc why was he at your house more than his own?? — more under cut!!

you used to tease him about being homeless back in the days

but yk you two were best friends

but you and sunghoon kind of just drifted apart in high school after he moved during his freshman year at high school

you see his instagram posts sometimes, pictures of him out with his friends, jawline still jawlining

you sometimes even scroll down to his older posts where you are present in his photos, smiling next to him with a wide braces smile

but you never thought you would cross paths with park sunghoon again

that is, until university.

you walk into your first philosophy lecture and oh look there he is

park sunghoon sitting in one of the corners with his notebook looking like the exact definition of brooding intellectual

what is that guy doing here WHY IS HE HERE?

you two recognise each other instantly but there's this moment of awkwardness

like "oh, do you remember when we used to steal each other's snacks in 5th grade?"

except now he's all grown up, wearing wireframe glasses and quoting descartes during class discussions

you just try to focus on your lecture but you can't really forget about sunghoon being in your philosophy lecture

oh yeah, and he looks x100 hotter than you remember WHAT'S GOING ON

puberty hit him hard

after the lecture, you're about to pack your stuff and leave as soon as you can but he just strides up to you with his obnoxiously long legs

you always hated his stupid long legs you always had to run to catch up

you're certain he walked faster on purpose to leave you behind

ANYWAYS sunghoon just says long time no see in that smooth voice of his.

he's polite, maybe a bit shy, but there's a hint of a smile on his face and it's almost like the years of not seeing each other disappears

you two start hanging out more- grabbing coffee together before 8AM morning lectures designed to kill university students, studying together in the library

your mum is also really happy to hear that you've met sunghoon

you always knew she liked him better than you.

but you guys only get closer on a fateful thursday morning as you’re making your way to your morning lecture

because sunghoon is standing in the courtyard with a baby kitten in his arms whilst panicking

“y/n this cat keeps following me and she doesn’t have a mum.”

ofc you need to take it in SHE’S SO CUTE

you end up skipping lectures and spending the entire day with sunghoon to bring the cat to the vet and buy food

sunghoon wants to name the cat descartes but you veto that immediately

by the day is over, you have a kitten named mochi with sunghoon as a co-parent

now you’re seeing him all the time bc guess who has joint custody over mochi??

ok but spending time with sunghoon isn't as hard as you thought it would be

like yes he moved without a word and practically ghosted you in highschool

but it all feels really natural WHO CHEERED??

but between kitten playdates and philosophy study sessions stuff start feeling kinda different HMMM

which you didn’t think was possible btw sunghoon’s hobby is literally talking about existentialism and calligraphy

yeah and you knew him since he was five

ok but he looks really hot whilst talking about sartre NDJDKDKSKS

who knew you would start feeling all warm inside from sunghoon

not the 14 years old you in the past

but now everytime you touch in any way, you feel yourself flush pink

and you can’t ignore how sunghoon tries to act all nonchalant about it but his ears are turning red

how cute.

“you ever heard about hegel’s theory of love?”

“if you’re about to lecture me, i’m leaving.”

“no- listen, it’s about how love is this push and pull that makes you grow and stuff, and i don’t think i’m just studying it anymore. i think i’m feeling it, with you.”

ok that sounded a lot better in my head please don’t come for me

but yeah

aristotle believed everyone has a purpose they’re meant to fulfill. perhaps you didn’t know it back than, but losing touch with sunghoon and finding him again… it feels like you two were meant to meet in the future. perhaps it’s fate

✉️ : @icyy-hoon

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

candlelight 🕯️

hii it’s me again! congratulations on 1k!! i’ve thinking about this recently (a lot) because im seriously in my miguel ohara kick🥰

but can you do shy & nerdy reader with popular miguel who are dating?? he adores making her flustered and how shy she is.

he makes her ask for his help because he knows how badly she needs him? because she’s just so stressed out about school and stuff? as always if you’re not comfortable writing totally ignore this! this is my first time requesting smut so i don’t know if it’s silly or not! but if you write it i know you’ll do good by it bc ur such an amazing writer😌

-🎀

hiiii, thank you so much!! and thank you for requesting! ahhh, i'm so thrilled you asked for miguel; i was dying to write him and probably will more, especially if people want; i hope you like it! i hope i got enough of the request in here

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader word count: 2.2k notes: modern au, established relationship, fluff, smut (i'm going to keep with marking where it gets smutty, though, bc it's like a full fluff fic before any smut, for those who only want the fluff; MDNI!) part of my 1k celebration!

for anyone who doesn’t speak spanish, i don't want translations to be annoying in the middle or for you to have to scroll to the end, so thought putting them here was best: mi amor / amor mío: my love / literally something like love of mine but works more like emphasis cariño: term of endearment kind of like dear, literally affection mami: another term of endearment, more often cheeky or sexier descansa: rest dime: tell me que maravilla: a joke from the movie, literally what a marvel / wonder, kind of like how wonderful or even just amazing hope i didn't miss any others

The phone buzzing beside you startles you almost completely out of your chair. Coffee makes you jumpy. An entire pot in one night makes you… suspect what you’d be like on cocaine. You’d thought you’d put it on silent. No phone till at least one paper is done, you’d told yourself. Finals had you reeling, and you were desperate to make some progress. When you grab your phone, you see a text from Miguel:

You take your headphones off, and sure enough, a moment later hear a knock at the door. You open it to a Miguel in loose sweatpants and hoodie, dark hair messy, gym bag slung over one shoulder. Even these clothes could do nothing to hide the impressive broadness of his shoulders. 

“Hey, baby,” he says through a bright smile. He kisses your cheek and steps into the apartment. “I know you were trying to focus, but I was getting worried.” “Sorry, I had my headphones on; the neighbors were being too loud again, and I really needed to focus.” “No, not the waiting at your door, mi amor. I’m talking about all of… this,” he gestures wildly around the apartment then his gaze lands on you. “Those dishes were there when I was here days ago, and even though I’m pretty sure adding anything to that tower would topple it, you haven’t. When’s the last time you ate?” “I ha—“ you begin to retort, but he cuts you off. “And I mean real food.” You start again but just give up and shrug. “And you.” He steps close to you and frames your face with his hands. You lean into his touch as he caresses your face. “Baby, you know I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, right?” You blush and look down immediately. 

It used to be worse, before you got together. When you were confused about his even noticing you, and instead he’d flirted with you. Even now that he was your boyfriend, it took very little from him to fluster you.

He can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He always does.

“Don’t you? My gorgeous,” he kisses one warm cheek, “gorgeous,” he kisses the other, “girl,” he gives your nose a concluding peck. 

You nod shyly. “C’mon, cariño. Tell me,” he encourages, his tone still teasing but ever adoring. “I want to hear it." “I know you think I’m pretty,” you whisper. “Pretty? No, amor mío, I think flowers and bright colors are pretty; the ocean or a view of the mountains, too. But you, you are beauty personified.” “Miguel, stop,” you whisper through the smile you can’t help, hiding your face in his chest. He laughs lightly. His hand comes to your hair and scratches lovingly.

“I just wanted to make sure you knew that.” He gives your forehead a kiss. “Before I told you you look terrible, baby.” He starts laughing loudly and holds you closer into his hug when you smack his chest and try to pull away. 

“That’s so mean!” gets muffled into his sweatshirt. “It’s not mean; it’s true. You’re still beautiful, but you need a break.” “I can’t, Miguel. I’m drowning in work still, and you know being sick last week really got me behind, and it feels like no matter how long I sit there, I’m no closer to finishing anything, and you’re right my apartment is falling apart, but every time I do something else I feel guilty for stalling on work, and, and —“

Before you can find another overwhelming thing to list, Miguel is hushing you and stroking your back in his warm embrace.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” He sways you lightly then pulls back a bit to look into your eyes. His hands are caressing your face again, and his fingers brush lightly under your eyes, where you know there are dark circles, as he whispers, “You haven’t slept.” He sounds sad rather than accusatory. 

“Okay,” he starts softly. “Look, I know how much you have on your plate, and I’m not telling you you’re wrong to be stressed. I get it. But you can’t get it done like this, running on fumes and caffeine. How about this? I’m going to help you relax tonight, you’re going to forget about everything you have to do, you’re going to sleep well, and then tomorrow morning you’ll get back to it all.” “I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry about me. And I’ll rest after finals.” Just then a car horn blares near your window, making you jump cartoonishly. “Yeah, you seem totally fine,” Miguel deadpans teasingly. “There’s nothing wrong with taking some time, Y/N… And accepting a little a help, okay?”

You nod lightly. “Great,” he gives you a quick peck and moves toward your kitchen, hunting around your barren fridge and cabinets. “Here’s the game plan then. You are going to put on your favorite playlist then go take a warm shower for as long as you like. Your kitchen is as empty as your stomach, so I am going to run down the street to pick up some empanadas then I’ll work on cleaning up this war zone a little bit when I get back.”

“You don’t have to clean.” “Stop fighting me,” he tsks. “Besides you know I don’t mind cleaning. I’m glad I’m not hearing complaints about the food at least,” he laughs. “I love empanadas,” you whisper defeatedly. He cackles. “Who doesn’t?” He kisses you as he moves past you toward the door. “Be back soon. No working! I expect you in the shower when I get back.” You quirk an eyebrow teasingly at him. You were still too shy to say anything teasing, but he’d been working you out of your shell during your time together. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t really like that aspect of being with Miguel. 

His eyebrows mimic yours, and he chuckles lowly. “Don’t give me that look, mami, or you’re not getting me out the door, and you’ll miss out on the empanadas.”

You pull the neck of your shirt up to cover your face, making him laugh. You hear him bound back over to you from the door. He pulls your shirt back down, gives you a short but intense kiss, then heads out. 

Miguel is back before you know it. You are in fact in the shower when you hear him return. You’re already rinsing, but you linger a little longer, enjoying the feeling of the warm water easing the stresses off your tense body. 

When you leave your room to join him again, you’re immediately hit with the delicious smell of food. You see it resting on the counter and find Miguel washing your dishes. 

You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his firm torso, resting your head on his back. “Hola, cariño,” he coos. “I’m almost done.” You nod into him, humming.

When he finishes up, he turns in your arms, bringing his own large ones around you. He leans down and kisses you softly. “Hungry?” 

You nod enthusiastically, and he chuckles. 

You opt to eat on the sofa, getting comfy. Miguel does most of the talking. Between how tired and how hungry you are, you don’t have the energy or available mouth to talk much. He doesn’t seem to mind, happy to regale you with his silly stories.

When you finish, Miguel cleans up, holding you down and giving you a faux menacing look when you try to get up to help. 

When he comes back, he settles much closer to you than he had been before. You relish his warmth, physical and emotional, and lean into him. 

“Turn around,” he whispers.

“Hm?” “Like this.” He adjusts your body so you’re facing away from him and starts massaging your shoulders. You hadn’t realized just how tense you were until the amazing feeling of its being relieved somewhat.

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“Miguel,” you exhale approvingly, earning a chuckle.

“I like it when you say my name like that.” He leans in and whispers into your ear, his breath tickling the back of your neck deliciously, “Reminds me of other times you end up whining my name.”

It’s shocking how quickly he works you up. You turn to look at him, and when you do, his expression shifts from teasing to intrigued.

“Oh?” he asks. He smirks. “I know that look.” He leans in and kisses your neck sloppily, and you whimper. You’re embarrassed at the sound, but he seems to like it. You feel him smile against the skin under your jaw. “I’m more than happy to give you what you want, but I need to know what that is to give it to you.” His voice is much lower but just as mischievous.

“Miguel,” you complain. “Dime, mi amor.” 

“I —“ Any other words get caught in your throat. Your throat he’s busy sucking on.

“Please, baby. C’mon, I know you can. Tell me what you want.” He runs his teeth along your neck like he knows you like. You often joke he feels like he has fangs when he does. “I want you,” you tell him. 

“Yeah?” “Mhm…”

“I’m yours, mami. How do you want me?”

“I want you to make me feel good.” “Oh, I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel so, so good.” He punctuates his words with kisses, working his way up your neck, your jaw, your mouth. “Tell me how,” he whispers, and you feel his lips grazing yours with each word.

You want to relax, and you know exactly what relaxes you the most. “I want you to eat me out.”

His eyebrows jump in surprise. Such directness was unlike you. Your exhaustion was probably weakening your filter, and the way he was already making you feel certainly wasn’t helping it. You almost get shy about it, but when you see just how dark his eyes have gotten, see his Adam’s apple bob and his bottom lip come between his teeth, you keep yourself from shrinking away. He nods slowly, staring deeply into your eyes, then kisses you hard. “Get naked,” he says gruffly. 

Already starting to do as he says, you weakly whisper, “You too?” He chuckles lightly but obliges quickly. 

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing him like this. He’s so beautiful. His broad chest and toned abs; his caramel skin and dark hair.

You look back at his face and find he’s noticed you staring at his body. He’s so confident, you think he’s going to tease you about it. Instead, with an adoring smile, he tells you, “That’s how I feel when I see you, too.” You lean up and kiss him, pouring all the emotions you can’t articulate in words into it. 

Without disconnecting your lips, his body guides yours back down until you’re completely prone. He keeps kissing you until you’re breathless, lovingly attends to your neck and down your chest. He lingers there, his tongue making you arch your back, pushing your body up into the sensations he’s delivering. He sucks harder at your visceral reaction then hotly finishes his path down, his face now aligned between your thighs.

He looks at you intently and whispers, “Que maravilla.”

He looks up at you, eyes black storms you lose yourself in as his mouth connects with your body. 

From your delightful vantage point, you watch his muscular shoulders contort as he moves to pleasure you. He looks like he’s thoroughly enjoying it, and seeing him so into it gives you confidence. You start subtly moving your hips in rhythm with his motions. His hands tighten where they hold your thighs, and, mortified, you interpret this as his telling you to stay still, so you do. 

Then Miguel shakes his head hard — the vibrations of which shoot shocking pleasure into you — and he pants, “Keep doing that. Show me how you want it.” His strong grip pushes and pulls you in a movement close to what you were just doing. You take over and move faster. He’s nodding now, and the shake of it has your thighs shaking on either side of his head. 

You’re making loud whimpering sounds when you yell, “Mi — ahh — Migueeell.” He doubles his efforts, picking up his pace and pressing hard against you. You come on his face, and he looks feral as he eats you through it. When you’re done, he licks up your entire slit before shuffling his body back over yours. You’re chest to chest, and his hand comes up to stroke your head. “Good?” 

Your cheeks warm, and you nod shyly. He giggles and gives you a peck. “You’re adorable, mi amor.”

Your legs feel delightfully like jelly as you move them, wrapping them around his waist. He hums approvingly and gives one thigh a tight squeeze, pulling it impossibly closer to his body. He begins stroking it as he kisses you lazily. Your hands entwine in his thick hair, stroke his strong back, hold him close.

When he shifts his weight slightly on top of you, you notice his hardness against your body.

“You want me to…” you whisper, thrusting your hips up into his in place of words.

“Uh-uh, maybe in a little bit, baby, but for right now, I just want you to relax.” 

He continues kisses you languidly, enveloping you in his body heat, and as you close your eyes and melt into the sensations, you’re sure you’re going to have no trouble sleeping soundly tonight. 

[ssaalexblake]

that stupid show they keep advertising about that social experiment where they take away secondary school kids' phones for 21 days drives me up a wall bc one of the girls in the ad says 'it'll be like in the olden days' and i'm like... But will it? When kids didn't take phones to school back in the day, nothing in society needed apps to work. School assignments weren't done via the internet. When I didn't use my phone at school I didn't Need the phone to get by.

Nowadays... You kinda need a phone? And it's not kids' fault we've let tech companies have that much power? Like, i would put money on the fact that a bunch of kids in this country have to do homework on a fucking smartphone bc it's the only device they have to do it on and their homework is digital. I would put a Lot of money on that. None of These kids will have that problem, but they exist.

And if they go into after school hours, are the kids gonna meet up with their friends instead of texting? Where? in all the public spaces that no longer exist for kids to exist in? There was literally nowhere for me and my mates to hang out if it was raining or cold like 15 years ago and its gotten worse since.

Like i'm sure this experiment with show they focus on work and hobbies better, which is not nothing! it's important to note! But you cannot take these kids back in time to know what it was like when phones weren't a part of every day school life, because life has changed so damn much that you cannot make that experience authentic without accidentally proving that you do actually need phones to get by these days.

i'm just leery. Mostly because whatever conclusions they draw, the idea of taking kids' phones isn't doable anyway so what's the point? You can't even order food or drink without them sometimes. The cat is very much out of the bag.

[pupyuj]

need me a sugar mommy wony 😵‍💫😵‍💫 like imagine her getting mad that u failed your exams when she literally spend her money on your tuitions??? she would be hella disappointed ☹️☹️

she wouldddd :((

she's not spanking you or slapping your face or anything but she's still very harsh :(( going on and on about how disappointed she was of you, how she feels like her money is going to waste, and oh how she wonders how you can pay her back for all of this :(( not with money ofc, wony isn't that cruel... but she has an idea 🥵

🫢 wony forcing you down on your knees, eating her out while you've got a vibrator inside you :(( your hands being tied behind your back so you can't pleasure yourself more or stop wony when she does something you don't like :(( "make me come... and maybe i'll forgive you.." she was saying while petting your hair 😩😩 ugh mommy wony pushing you closer to her cunt, demanding you to just ruin her but you couldn't focus bcs the vibrator was right against your clit, it was distracting you :(((

she feels you tense up and whine against her pussy, and then she digs her nails on your shoulders, "don't you dare come. i swear to fuck i'll hurt you." she was so mean :((( and ofc you were scared so you stopped paying attention to the wonderful sensation on your clit and focused more on making your mommy come 😔😔 licking and sucking.. anything you could do to push her closer to the edge,, she tasted so sweet... you wanted to drink up her juices already but it seems like she was holding back her own orgasm as a form of punishment for you too,,,

but then she completely loses herself when you inserted your tongue inside her 🫠🫠🫠 "g-good...! so good, baby, right there... fuck..." ACK she would sound soooo pretty :((( she was almost suffocating you with the way she pressed you so close against her, but you weren't complaining... 🥰🥰 making wony moan so load when you start playing with her clit using your tongue :(( you wanted her to forgive you, so you have to do everything that you knew she liked!! and you knew she liked it best when you focus on her little clit 🤤

"mmmh...! fuck..! fuck, i'm coming.. m-mommy's coming, baby... shit..!" and then finally you could drink up her cum like you always wanted 😍😍 but it's not over yet!! bcs you were still squirming, almost crying bcs you were at the edge of the edge, the vibrator still alive and well stimulating your clit... and wony finally remembers this and makes you lay on the bed,, then she towers over you.. a smirk dancing on her lips...

"good job, baby girl... i think it's only fair i return the favor now.. but you have to promise that you'll do your very best in school from now on, m'kay?"

ofc you learned everything about how to eat pussy from your mommy, so you came very, very good and a lot that night 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

i need to eat her out just once guys i'm...

[littleliterarylesbian]

I want a fic where Regulus, Evan, and Pandora were originally going to Beauxbatons, or whatever fancy rich French private school and recently transferred to Hogwarts or whatever and it's just a fic telling of their shenanigans of being the hot rich new french kids, eventually with Barty and Dorcas when they get integrated into the gang.

Pandora mostly switching in and out of English and French on her own whims despite whoever she's talking to bc she's a little manic pixie dream girl (/pos) and ends up comforting Dorcas late one night with her chatter because Dorcas finds it hard to sleep (which she eventually ends up bonding with Regulus over) and Pandora trying her best to not blow anything up in potions/chem class after the first time because she "just wanted to know what would happen" and ends up getting partnered with Lily

Evan needing tutoring because he can't focus in class because it's not *interesting* and the teachers use words he doesn't fully understand half the time and so he has to get help from the smartest motherfucker in town, Barty Crouch Jr because Reg will make fun of him if Evan asks him. and Barty, despite Evan thinking that he's probably actually insane half the time, isn't all that bad.

Regulus being a little shit who terrorizes his brother in literally all the ways he possibly could, speaking to Sirius in only french because he knows he hates that, flirting with his brother's friends, getting on the football/ quidditch team, ANYTHING. Even if his flirting turns into something a little more real.

idk, I just think it would be a fun fic idea. Rosier Twins and Regulus dramatically walking through the halls and talking shit in French like the bad bitches they are

[lilac-rose-writes]

lily analysis since i forgot to post it here earlier xx

Lily's mind has a single track, and she's so diligent and intricate in following through with her plans. She doesn't have friends when she's looking for Billy, and she doesn't want them. Not only does she save her brother (and I have SO MUCH to say about their dynamic but this is a Lily only rant bc she deserves it <3), but she helps all the other kids too!!! She has one of the strongest moral compasses in the entire set of games. It's very black and white, but Lily actively wants to and nearly sacrifices her life multiple times in saving people. She's shaped by a world where everyone's out to get her and the only person she can rely on is missing, and she doesn't feel she has time to fool about with Nugget when she's seen the bigger picture. When he helps her with the rescue, she acts affectionately towards him, "rewarding" him with a kiss on the cheek. She doesn't linger on the matter, and she seems a little flustered by his bravery, but Lily too is so unimaginably brave herself.

Lily has such a rough time in kg1. Not only is the only person she trusts missing, but she's under constant threat & surveillance, alienates herself from everyone, faces her classmates' disdain, etc. Lily is quite literally suicidal because of the state of her life. We have so much evidence of how vicious Cindy is to other girls, from wishing she could record Penny's screams to help her sleep to having Ted stick gum in Carla's hair as a condition go date her. In kg2, Cindy has more targets to focus on- new boyfriends, new toys, new girls to bully. In kg1, Lily's her only focus. She's through with Buggs, doesn't want to date the other boys, and Applegate has the power to get her expelled if she pushes too far. And that makes Lily her sole focus. Gum is stuck in her hair, Cindy calls her ugly and fat, a bucket of blood is dumped over her head. Lily is relentlessly bullied, and that has an impact!

She was pressured by an authority figure into taking drugs and resisted despite she danger because she saw what they did to Nugget. She gives away her donut because she internalises Cindy's insults in calling her fat. She's under constant surveillance from the statue, nobody believes her about the principal, and Cindy's constantly targeting her (I could say so so much about what that says about Cindy too, but yk. Lily ramble <3). But she keeps going despite it, because she needs to save Billy.

I feel like her awful mental state wouldn't just disappear after she gets Billy back. She goes straight back to school on Tuesday and plans a whole rescue mission in less than 24 hours. She doesn't give herself time to process everything because that would mean letting herself be vulnerable. After so long forcing herself to be closed off, and especially now that she's been faced with the very real possibility of losing Billy for good, Lily feels she can't risk it. She's a leader and a victim and a planner and a saviour and a sister and a child. Despite her experiences, she still wants to help people, and she can still try to focus on the good in them. There are so many different factors influencing her at any given time, and they are so interesting to look into <3

[angy-grrr]

its not even himiko telling ochako express her worries and herself to izuku, its just accept the chance HE IS GIVING YOU to talk more. What was the point of the togachako fight then?

1- It wasn't about making her have a separated arc with a villain and a different outcome, as she dies sacrificing herself similarly to Tomura.

2- It wasn't about making Ochako finally accept herself and her needs, as after the war she had to have Deku come after her to convince her to express herself, and 8 years laters she still kept things inside.

3- Her confession to Himiko is meaningless, bc we dont see her try to help any other actual villains nor actively remember her -she has the weird dreams, but they only happen to push her (literally) towards Deku; they arent about Himiko and Ochako, they are about "I love you so much, you should be happy with him".

4- It wasn't about making Ochako and Midoriya have a traumatic experience in common to bond over (god I hate this one, but still), besides 429 which ends with a platonic note, theres no mention about it affecting them both (or affecting Midoriya in general), and even tho Ochako is feeling weird in 431, 431!Midoriya doesnt even notice that and only focus in what interests him: talking more to her bc he heard about classmates dating a "inevitability".

Was it about Ochako needing Himiko's permission to be with him? Ochako cant have any form of agency in the actual story and in her actual arc, to the point that she does absolutely none of the things her character was supposed to resolve? She needs Himiko to give her permission to accept an offer Deku gives her, even tho the fight was about expressing her true feeling and not apologizing for being herself. What's the point? I dont understand at all... She cant even do that for herself? She needs a dude that JUST THAT NIGHT remembered she was his friend and helped him a lot and a DEAD GIRL in order to resolve the "romance arc"? Really?

Why the hell does she as a character and they as a pair need so much for such simple thing? They were friends, with the literal same values,

They could have used the little differences they have in order to give them some form of flavor -idk like ochako is fully against attacking and deku isnt opposed to it at all, they could have used this to make them seem more complex and establish their dynamic actually have something deeper to say about who they are separated and together. It would at least make it make sense that theres some tension and doubts about her feelings -like "oh, I really dont like the way he is treating villains but im falling for him... idk what to do about this I dont want to think about this conflict". Instead we got them never discussing anything beyond "you should ask for help!" and "hey I have the exact same perspective and values as you!" but with the drama of star-crossed lovers -they just arent, they are a pretty simple and plain pair, you cant give this kind of ship that level of intensity that 8 years later they just HAVE to get together. They have moments together, but they dont give off romance vibes as its mostly kept vague or completely unrelated to love, and the justification is "oh deku just realized now that she loves her like that!" Tf? That's not a good conclusion, he doesnt know her at this point -how can he STILL love her, when he didnt even try to reach out to her before? How can he feel that way, when he never, ever had thoughts about it beyond blushing the first few times he interacted with a girl?

Even tho I hate this perspective, it would make more sense if they were together but deku admitted he didnt write a lot about it as he was telling a hero story. Boom thats it, harmless canonization, no need to make me feel like I dont understand absolutely anything about anyone ever.

And wtf does Shigaraki have to do with this mess??? Leave him out of this, omfg he wasn't talking about midoriya starting to talk to his high school friends again nor pursue love, am I supposed to believe that was his message??? Wtf????? Am I crazy for thinking none of this makes sense??????

I love how he was perfectly able to just barely see ochako in 8 years, and in just one dinner he "realizes" he "loves" her. Fuck that, this isnt even the bare minimum, never date a man like this istg Midoriya makes me feel like a misandrist dont play with me you loser who cant even try to properly care for a friend and all of the sudden you love her??? And she has to accept????? Oh no, nonononono

[bcolfanfic]

i'm hankering for some demarco backstory from your youngvets!au :)))

rachel and i joked the other day that he actually has the least-messy background of everyone in the au LOL.

comes from a big family that worshipsss him as the oldest boy. enlisted to begin with because he was one of those kids that grew up wanting to be in the military falling for propaganda lol since he was old enough to watch army movies with his dad.

but worry not he’s not without some hurt. i’ve mentioned it in passing that he loses it on croz in bagram when he’s unfaithful to the extent that douglass has to quite literally tear him off of him. which- yeah he probably deserved that. but a lot of how angry benny got was stemming from his own hurt about finding out a few months before hand that the girl he left back home was cheating on him <\3.

which really really hurts him. had known her since middle school, been dating her since not long after and thought she was gonna be it for him and now it’s just over and she didn’t love him like he was so sure she did.

he becomes a lot more internal and Quiet after all that. is good friends with john and gale because he’s known them since they were in africa before bagram and talks to douglass quite a bit too because they’re bunk mates. but outside of that just keeps his head down, does his job and tries to focus on nothing but what’s right in front of him. to varied success.

after the war he moves back to new york and works in finance <3 my liddol sweet finance bro <3 kinda tapers his communication with the others because he just feels. Weird re: the military and his time in it and all the little butterfly effects it had on his life. doesn’t completely ghost them, but doesn’t stay in touch as much as some of them do.

until curt more or less becoming douglass’s minder (after the shit w/ him getting discharged) kinda implodes. and next time jamie is calling curt saying he needs to be picked up from the precinct downtown curt calls benny to ask if he’d mind grabbing him instead.

benny who didn’t even know jamie was discharged, hurt and back in nyc.

is so ?!?! when curt tells him he’s gonna have to sit with him all night to monitor him, that he’s not even supposed to be drinking with his TBI bc he’s like ??? what TBI ???. feels soooo guilty because jamie was such a good friend to him overseas but he didn’t ever bother to check on him and now he’s doing bad.

more or less takes over what curt was doing being jamie’s keeper- but he missed his friend. he’s happy to help him, and jamie seems happy to have him around again too- so it’s a good deal.

till benny realizes he’s starting to Feel things about him that he’s never felt for anyone but a girl. <3

[roseluwakcoffee]

Apparently I have autism so now Kyoko has autism. Sorry I don't make the rules, I just enforce them

Assorted Kyoko headcanons below:

(Sorry for the double-bullet point formatting. Tumblr refuses to put Regular spaces between bullet points and it would be hard to read otherwise)

        

First of all Kyoko has no idea she has autism until she's an adult. I don't think her grandfather even considered it when she was younger

        

Since she lived with him since she was 6, her special interest is in detective work. She also genuinely loves mystery stories outside of that

        

Also she says she’s secretly passionate about coffee, which she must’ve picked up from her grandfather. She probably has particular brands she prefers and has her own coffee maker because it’s her lifeblood, and can give a full analysis on whatever cup she tries if you ask

        

I can’t confirm but it seems like Kyoko doesn't have any friends at the all-girls school outside of Yui in DRK when she's 13, so yeah. Probably kept to herself for most of her time in school as a kid because she wasn't encouraged to make friends, and her main focus was on becoming a detective

        

This definitely leads to her talking to everyone like they're an adult coworker, regardless of age

        

When she first joins Hope’s Peak she barely speaks to anyone unless prompted to. Multiple students probably think Kyoko dislikes them because of that and how direct her responses can be, but she warms up to the rest of the class over the course of the months and some mandatory group activities

        

And she doesn’t like small talk, like she says in-game. I feel like she was raised thinking there had to be a clear point to conversations, and gets actively frustrated/confused when people try to talk to her about meaningless things

        

Even though she came to Hope’s Peak just to settle things with Jin, she avoids him like the plague and barely speaks to him the whole first year. Every time she considers it she realizes that’s a lot of emotional baggage and does not know how to deal with it, so avoids it entirely instead. During the break she has more time to think and over the course of the second year, they're on speaking terms

        

She stims without really knowing it. When her hands are free she's either fiddling with her braid, her sleeves, or thumbing over the studs on her gloves. She also bounces her leg sometimes if she's working at her desk

        

And her hands. First of all in DRK it does say her nerves weren't damaged, luckily. But look with how scarred they still visibly are in DR1 and the fact that she was caught in a literal explosion I call BS. I imagine there's some permanent damage and the gloves help deal with the sensitivity

        

She probably deals with random pains and involuntary movements that get better over the years, but still deal with occasionally dropping/knocking over things

        

She can do most things fine, but writing can be difficult/painful. She still feels the need to take notes on anything important, so that doesn't stop her, but her handwriting is slightly hard to read unless she writes slowly. When she's older she probably figures out it's easier to use a computer

        

She hates any sort of loud or sudden noise. Just in general I think she loves being in silence and finds it comforting, but usually uses quiet music when she’s working. (Once she gets her hands on some noise-canceling headphones tho… she’ll never take them off and you might never hear from her again)

        

She really likes the dark too. Like in her own house she would hardly have the lights on when she isn’t reading or working bc she loves sitting in the void, it’s just relaxing

        

And she gets real attached to her personal belongings. She doesn’t own much but keeps the things she gets forever. Gifts are like prized possessions to her. And even with things like her work shirts, she will be personally hurt if one of them gets stained or torn. As soon as she can fix it she’ll calm down but she’s very protective of her stuff

        

She takes getting hurt or betrayed very seriously too. Even just opening up to someone is a big step, so if she trusts you and you break it the rejection sensitivity hurts bad. She’ll get very upset and shut down emotionally, completely avoiding you until she can process her feelings (Like did u see how she treated Makoto for keeping one thing to himself once she didn’t even wanna eat in the same room with him at breakfast)

        

She hates crowds and loud spaces, she finds them both overwhelming and irritating and will not hesitate to find a way to leave or step out for a while if she can. If she needs to she’ll endure them anyway but anyone who knows her does not expect her to stay long at most events

        

And she finds the heat unbearable. She will complain internally if it's anything above 80 degrees, and it probably makes wearing her gloves uncomfortable. (Also when Makoto mentions how humid it is in the garden room she immediately says it's pretty uncomfortable and leaves)

        

She loves the cold tho, like she actively enjoys snowy weather and looks forward to it every year. And in general she keeps her room at like icebox temperatures

        

She admits she likes plain cereal for breakfast already so… I don’t need to elaborate. Kyoko probably has like five meal options she cycles between but basically still eats the same thing everyday. Especially if she lives on her own I think she has no idea how to cook beyond anything w basic instructions so she’ll buy 20 packs of something premade or microwaveable and hope it’ll last her some weeks

        

Also Kyoko gets so offended when you ask if she likes cup ramen and she says the thought of it makes her ill so… probably certain kinds of tastes and smells she cannot handle(Edit: Like coriander. Whether that's cilantro or the spice is up to your imagination!). Like she mentions being sensitive to fragrances so perfumes probably give her a headache if they’re too strong

        

And I think she does the thing of always looking like she frowning slightly about something, but not because she’s upset, just because there’s always some slightly uncomfortable sensation outside the comfort of her room. Either that or a blank stare, depending on her mood

Thats it. If you somehow made it to the end of the post, congrats and thank you for listening to my kyoko thoughts!

[jellyfishjuliet]

probably the thing i dislike most about comicsharing these days is how insanely disingenuous ppl are about the books they’re sharing. specifically with kon. he was incredibly overexposed during his initial run, and pretty damn popular. his writing relayed the zeitgeist of the 90s with barely any filter, despite being comics code authority approved. it’s ok to admit that contextually speaking, his run (meaning ALL his books from 1993 - 2002) wasn’t THAT crazy compared to others aka miss hal’s menty b and superman literally dying and coming back and suffering ENDLESSLY until the clois marriage healed his heart and psyche. you don’t have to treat his initial writing like it needs to be heat-treated prior to reading.

the fact that ‘fans’ love harping on his early writing like its some kinda radioactive green rock is actually insane! that is LITERALLY the concept work that lasted TEN YEARS across MULTIPLE writers and books. kesel wasn’t the only one clowning. editorial marched to his tune even after superboy 1994’s hands changed. kon dont got a hundred years of history. he’s only got thirty, and a third of that was entirely his creator’s, and you know what? It was GREAT! it was raw and heartbreaking and funny and indicative of how terribly neglectful parents were and how easy it was for kids to get caught up in adult bullshit without being adults. im tired of ppl talking like it’s a diseased run ‘not up for the current times.” it is ABSOLUTELY of the current times.

it was about a partyboy who never got to party for the sake of it, and about CSA without kon knowing he was a victim and survivor of CSA. it was about ppl in positions of authority and power leaving kon to his business bc kon wasn’t theirs to take in, and no one in any position of influence thought to question why a grown ass woman was dating him PUBLICLY. they laughed! kyle and clark and dubbilex and makoa, they did not care! bc kon was supposed to be a way for neglected kids to read about a character who’s making his own way since he’s been emotionally starved of love and affection. he makes his own family, even tho those ppl don’t really SEE him as family! he thinks of a clone handler as his father even tho that handler does the bare minimum! he thinks his agent’s daughter is his sister even tho she’s been lusting and pining after him since the start! he didn’t understand boundaries, didn’t draw them, and didn’t understand that his emulating the people around him was NOT normal!

he’s the one kid in school who thought it was ok for sixteen year olds to attend college parties and sleep with older girls cuz he got his growth spurt early and looks like an adult, even tho he’s not! he’s the kid you grew up with that didn’t have parents, but had random guardians who did a subpar job at taking care of him bc they couldn’t put him in foster care. he was the guy you knew growing up who said the most off-color shit and did the most off-color shit bc he had anger issues and deep-seated resentment and shit tons of sexual trauma and NO friends his age that didn’t wanna fuck him.

kon was THE exploited teen star. his story can STILL resonate today if you stop treating his early writing as icky and focus on the actual fucking themes and purpose of the story. his first real gay friend wasn’t ray, it was hero. he joined yj with a heavy heart. his first love was one of the ppl who destroyed his life the most, and yet he loved tana! knockout gave him sexual trauma so deep, he was still acting out in ttv03. his life’s lack of parental love is WHY the kents taking him in is so moving and important. no, clark not taking him in from the start was not on clark bc KON IS NOT HIS RESPONSIBILITY. kon was the government’s responsibility, and the government did what it does to all kids who don’t have loving parents and guardians - left him to fend for himself.

kon’s initial run isn’t a 90’s shitshow. it’s a legitimately sad tale with multiple moving parts that highlight how much legacy can both destroy and make a person’s spirit. stop treating that shit with kidgloves. commit to the fucking bit. he was never anyone’s prop, and it’s sad how some of y’all act like his only heartbreak is tim getting away with bernard. i don’t know how to tell you this, but tim’s timkonnie feels were wholly a personal problem. focus on the kon. i PROMISE you, you’ll free yourself from chuck dixon’s boogers and geoff’s grimdark teen soap that paled in comparison to the actual teen soap of the era, smallville.

[moonchildstyles]

going back to my thoughts of h helping pretty girl when she’s stressed/tired with work or school… I can just see him bringing her one of those balanced snack plates that have some kind of protein, a fruit or veggie, and little treat for her for focusing and doing so well on whatever she’s working on or studying for:( like he knows she’s been there for a while and is getting to the point where she’s getting sleepy and worn out and isn’t as motivated anymore:( so he brings out a big glass of ice water and a fancy little latte he made with his expensive coffee machine and her little plate of snacks:( “here you go, baby, gotta keep your energy up and refuel your brain” and “you’re doing so well, my smart girl. need to help your brain stay smart, you know”:( and everything is cut up into perfectly bite sized pieces so she doesn’t even have to think about it and can just focus on whatever it is she’s doing and can make sure she eats something at the same time:( and if she’s getting distracted and forgetting to eat he’s “honey, those blueberries are going to be so sad if you leave them there on the plate by themselves” or “cmon baby you can’t leave one piece of cheese, he’s so small and you took all of his friends away!” :(((( I love him, your honor 🫡🐢

nooooooo ur so right he would be cute and annoying like that:((((( like making her special coffee just how she likes and the way he talks about her snacks like he knows hes being annoying and so cute shufshfushf like his favorite is when she laughs bc its like a way to get her to take a little break even when she tells him she cant:( but he always takes such good care of her :( making the snacks and cutting them up:( filling up her water bottle and making sure she eats and drinks stuff:( like hes just :((((( literally so loml it makes me so sick:(

[chrislilcumslvt]

okkk so i just moved states a few weeks ago. my best friends from my old school, we’re gonna call them C and L. C is a boy and L is a girl, and we were a trio (but like it actually worked). so they text me and are like, join the call we have to talk to you. so i join and L said, “oh we’re just really busy with school and we’re going to be getting rid of old friends to make new ones. so we’re dropping you. we just don’t want to hear your boy drama and other stuff at school.” GIRL WHAT…Then C was like “well on my part i just need to focus on school too and i need to be on my phone less, so i’m not going to be able to text/talk as much. i just didn’t want you to think i’m ghosting you”. so i was like, yep that’s cool goodnight bye. C texted me right after and was like are you ok. NO IM NOT OKAY TF. so he said he doesn’t know why she worded it like that but he just wanted to say to both of us that he’s gonna be busy and won’t be able to talk as much, but we still will. and he wants to stay friends as long as i still do. and we ended up texting for a while. but i’m still pissed at L for that. bc she kept saying “we”, but he did not mean any of the shit she said. and i only tell her my boy drama, so why is she saying WE don’t care abt it. i only tell her. she didn’t even try to reach out after, but truly i didn’t expect anything less. over summer break she left me on delivered for 2 months. and everytime we text it’s so one sided, like i’m so exited to tell her smth and she responds to all of it with a few words. LIKE MATCH MY FREAK. and truly your literally a girl, i feel like girls understand this kind of stuff. girls have so much drama and fights so why would you even use the wording dropping you, unless you truly are dropping me.

this is literally so much lmaooo ily

WTF BRO L IS FUCKING STUPID IM SORRY BUT LIKE IM STILL FRIENDS WITH PPL FROM ELEMENTARY LIKE WTH MAKE NEW FRIENDS N C ASKING YOU IF UR OK LIKE NO BITCH IM NOT YOU DROPPED ME HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL IM NOT FUCKING OK

[grayskies2525]

The Reluctant Reunion |M/M| Chapter 8/13

Word Count: 3,234

Link to all chapters: The Reluctant Reunion

Felix is ashamed to find himself among all the fools who thought it’d be a good idea to leave their houses that day. Connor’s grip on the wheel is tight, and he’s focused entirely on the road. Felix has already seen several cars that have slid into ditches or are stopped on the side of the road. He focuses on his breathing exercises and tries not to think back to the wreck from high school that had happened during a snowstorm.

But Felix’s heart is already pounding in his chest.

The ping from his phone is a welcome distraction. He looks down at the text from Ben. It’s a picture that’s taking a while to load. Even when it does finally load, he struggles identifying what he’s looking at. Ben’s hand is clearly holding … something. Then it clicks.

And Felix grimaces.

The image is of a red bundle of material. Felix is able to make out about half of Chewbacca’s face. He reads the text that accompanies the image.

Ben: Duuuudddeeee. Why the hell did you leave this here? I told you to take it. Do you know how embarrassing it was to take this from Alyssa when she handed it to me? She had no idea she was basically holding a fucking snot rag.

Felix turns to Connor. “Uh, so, it looks like we forgot about the Christmas sweater.”

“Shit,” Connor says, eyes still on the road. “I really wanted to throw that at Ben. Too bad,” he sighs with a shake of his head at the missed opportunity. 

“You know, all this time I’ve known you, I was under the impression that you were — one major misgiving aside — a basically decent person. But it turns out I was super wrong. You’re evil,” Felix says, hating how much warmth — warmth that has no business being there —   manages to sneak into his voice.

Felix sees the corners of Connor’s mouth twitch slightly, but Connor’s focus is obviously focused on carefully maneuvering the vehicle. Felix decides to occupy his time by texting Ben.

Felix: Yikes. You’re probably going to want to just throw that thing out.

Ben: Jordan just picked it up 😭

Ben: Omg I’m gagging. He just unfolded it and, like, the material in the middle was all stuck together like it was GLUED. I’m going to vomit, dude 🤮🤮🤮

Ben: He just realized what the substance all over it is. He dropped it like it was on fire. How dare you do this to me. How dare you embarrass me in front of my new friends like this!

Felix: I mean…. Connor wanted to throw it at your face. So, maybe this is the better alternative 🤷

Ben: I hate you both.

Felix: Hmm I think you need to proofread your texts a little better. Bc there’s no way you said you hate me and Connor when we sacrificed our whole day to help you….

Ben: 😑

Ben: You literally slept the whole time. I hardly call that a sacrifice. Also, I bought you medicine. And tissues. And let you borrow my bed. So, really, I think I’m owed some kind of best friend award

Felix: 🙄 🙄 🙄

Ben: Lmk when you make it home. Weather looks brutal.

Felix:👍 Same to you. Everything’s supposed to turn to ice tonight. Please be careful.

Ben: K. Feel better soon. 

Felix: Thnks 

With texting conversation coming to a natural end, Felix no longer has a distraction from his panicked thoughts. He internally groans when he realizes he’s picking at the skin around his thumb. He hates this nervous habit, but it’s hard to control when half the time he has no idea he’s even doing it.

“Hey,” Connor says, looking over briefly at Felix, giving him a soft smile. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that girl you were with yesterday at my signing. She had blonde curly hair and, um, a lot of energy. She came to my table telling me this story about how her girlfriend was a huge fan of mine but was too sick to come to the signing. She wanted me to give you her Snapchat,” he says, laughing. “Apparently you told her about our, uh, relationship history. Anyway, she said you were “super cute” and she wanted you to reach out to her so she can know if you start feeling better. Oh! And she also gave me that black and gray flannel you had on yesterday. I have it in the backseat. She told me,” he pauses to laugh. “She told me — and I’m doing my best to quote verbatim here —  to ‘watch out for the little snail tracks all over the sleeves.’”

“Oh my god. I’m never catching another cold again. Ever. This has been the most humiliating experience of my life,” Felix groans, rubbing his temples as he listens to Connor’s laughter.

“Anyway, I’ll send the Snapchat info later. I almost didn’t take it because it seemed almost inappropriate? But I saw you talking to her and then she helped you when you fell, so I figured she really did just want a way to reconnect with you.” 

Felix lets out a small wry laugh that, of course, tickles his throat and makes him cough. “She probably just wants to use me as a way to introduce you to her girlfriend. But, yeah, she was sweet. I’ll shoot her a message later.”

Felix’s attention is, once again, redirected to the road when a car in front of them swerves. Connor had been keeping what Felix thought was a safe distance back from all the cars in front of them, but still, Connor has to slam the brakes to keep them from colliding into the swerving car. He’s able to narrowly avoid the collision — the car in front veering off into a ditch. But the sudden stopping causes them to be rear-ended.  

Felix is jolted forward. He hears the crunching of metal and has to shove away all the memories of hearing that same noise when he was a teenager. The force of the collision rocks the car forward. 

“Fuck!” Connor yells, white-knuckling the steering wheel as the car jerks to a stop. 

“Felix, are you okay?” Connor asks in an even, measured tone that still somehow conveys the urgency of the situation.

Felix, adrenaline coursing through him, is focused mostly on regulating his breathing to avoid hyperventilating and trying not to fixate on sounds replaying over and over through his head. So, he just nods.

Connor manages to pull off to the side of the road, turning on his hazard lights.

“Felix, are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, focusing now solely on Felix.

Felix, again, nods, but feels an ache spreading through his head.

“Sweetie, you’re really pale. Please talk to me, okay?”

Felix looks for any hint of a flush at Connor’s use of the endearment, but Felix wouldn’t be surprised if Connor didn’t realize he even said it. Felix clears his throat, and rubs the back of his head. “Uh, yeah. I’m okay. Just… shaken up. It was like back in high school. But it’s fine. And, I guess, being jerked forward like that gave made my headache worse. But, we should check on the people in the ditch. Are you okay?”

Connor’s brows are knitted in concern and his hand reaches out like he’s going to touch Felix, but then he retracts it. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “I’m fine. Just fucking furious at Ben for dragging us out here,” he says, rubbing a hand over his face. “But, yeah, let’s go do that. Or, better yet, I’ll do it. You stay in here where it’s warm. Call 9-1-1, okay?” 

Felix nods, already bringing out his phone. ____

“Could you give me a walkthrough, sir, of what happened?” the officer asks Connor, clipboard in hand.

Felix’s mind drifts away as Connor handles retelling everything to the police officer. It’d taken nearly an hour for the police to arrive. Felix and Connor had barely uttered a word to each other during this time. They’d come to the unfortunate realization that the collision had caused some sort of issue with the car’s heating. Felix remembers Connor muttering words like “blower motor malfunctioning.” It didn’t take long for Felix’s already ridiculously weakened body to start violently shivering. The cold air also served to exacerbate Felix’s runny nose, which had, until the accident, been somewhat alleviated from the cold medicine he’d taken earlier. He bends over to pick up the tissue box that must have been thrown onto the floorboard. He pulls a few out and gives a few gentle blows, not wanting to further irritate his sore nostrils, or bring too much attention to himself.

“Felix?” Connor says, voice permeating through the fog of Felix’s brain.

“What?” he asks with a deep sniff.

Connor smiles softly, and gestures toward the officer. “He asked if you can give a quick rundown from your perspective,”

Felix sees the officer looking at him, expectantly. Felix wipes his nose with the back of his wrist, feeling a foreboding tickle budding. “Uh, yeah. Basically, same as what Conner heh? Sorry. Basically, what Connor said. We hehhhh huuhhhHHH HEH-N’KNGT! HEH-N’xGT!”

He mentally applauds himself for mostly being able to stifle the two sneezes onto the back of his wrist. After his prior explosive performances throughout the day, he’d really thought he’d permanently lost the ability. He assumes it’s due to the DayQuil still coursing through his system. 

He shakes his head in effort to rid himself of the still pervading tickle. He opens his mouth to begin his recounting of the incident, but —

“HEEHH-N’gkkkkt! Sor-sorr-s-heh! Excuse me. But I think I have to sneeze agai-agai-heh? HEH’NKGT’tchoo!”

“Sorry, officer. He’s not feeling well today. I was trying to get him home before the weather got too bad, but, as you can see,” Connor says, gesturing outside the car windows, “we may have missed the boat a little there,” he finishes, offering the officer a charming smile.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Hopefully, we can get everything settled here soon enough. I just need to finish up this report,” the officer says, eyeing Felix pointedly.

Felix gives one final stifle before he’s able to start again. “Gosh, sorry. I’ve just got a bit of a cold and I can’t stop sneezing.  Heh-nkGT’choo! Ugh, sorry. But, like Connor said, we were keeping a safe distance from the car in front of us, trying to go slowly because of all the snow. Then the car in front of us heh-g’nkt’choo! Sorry,” he says, pausing to wipe his nose on his wrist. 

“It’s all right, sir. Just continue when you can,” the officer says, though Felix suspects he wants this situation over as much as Felix. The officer is, after all, currently standing outside in a snowstorm. 

“The car in front swerved and —”

This time Felix is interrupted by a rough coughing spell that seems as though it will never end. It causes his nose to run even more than it already was and he desperately needs to blow, but he knows it won’t be subtle, so he wants to avoid it as much as possible. Connor presses a bottle of water into Felix’s hand, which Felix graciously takes a sip of. The coughing finally calms down and he, again, turns to face the officer.

“Um, sorry. The car in front swerved and hehh-ngkt’choo! Hehh-ngk’tchoo! Hehh-g’ NKT-CHOO!” He stops to cough more due to the, quite frankly, aggressive post-nasal drip he’s experiencing. “I’m sorry, I just, uh… I need to blow my nose really qui-ick heh? Really quickly or it won’t heh’nGKT’CHOO! Or it won’t stop.”

This time, he hears a clear, long, drawn-out sigh from the officer. He sees the man tiredly rub a hand over his face and shift from foot to foot, but Felix is too busy emptying his nose to feel any shame about it. The process goes on for a long time, the effects of the DayQuil clearly beginning to wear off.

“Just any time you’re ready, sir,” says the officer, with an unmistakable tone of impatience.

Felix feels heat course through his cheeks at the obvious frustration he’s causing the officer. “Sorry,” he mutters, voice heavily muffled by the tissue firmly still placed against his nose.

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize,” Connor says, tone harsher than Felix is used to hearing, but it’s being directed toward the officer, not Felix. “I’m sure Officer Matheson understands you hardly have any control over cold symptoms.”

Officer Matheson narrows his eyes at Connor. “I’m simply suggesting we try to get this report through as quickly as possible for all our sakes,” Officer Matheson says, shooting Felix a glare, while brushing snow off his eyelids.

“Yeah, okay, heh! Um, the car swerved in front of us. It went into a ditch. Connor had to N’kt! N’kt! N’kt! N’kt! Ow, fuck,” Felix groans at the pain radiating through his head as he stifles the four sneezes against his wrist. “Uh, sorry for the language Officer. I just N’kgt! N’kgxt!”

Felix continues stifling, feeling nausea start to build up at their force and the aggravation they’re causing to his already splitting headache. 

Finally, the officer clears his throat. “All right, let’s just go ahead and finish this up. Felix, right?” At Felix’s weak nod, the officer continues. “Can you confirm that the car in front of you started swerving — likely due to the snow — and Connor, here, had no choice but to brake to avoid colliding with it? Which caused the car behind you to rear-end you?”

Felix manages a nod and a small “Yes, sir.”

The officer nods, seemingly finally satisfied. “All right, gentlemen. Thank you for your cooperation. That’s all I’ll be needing right now. I’ll get the report finished and you should receive copies in a couple of days for insurance purposes. Drive as safely as you can in these conditions. And, you,” he says, nodding to Felix “You honestly shouldn’t have been out at all today, in the first place, if you don’t mind me saying. That cold of yours seems like a pretty nasty one. You shouldn’t be spreading that thing around.”

With that admonishment under his belt, the officer turns away before either of them can offer even a word in their defense. 

Felix sinks down farther into his seat, arms curled tightly around himself in attempts to ease the shivering. 

“Well, wasn’t he delightful?” Connor asks, sardonically, as he looks at Felix, then slowly closes his eyes. 

“In his defense, I’m sure this hasn’t been his first accident of the night,” Felix says, having no reason why he’s defending the guy who reprimanded him as though was a child.

“Doesn’t mean he gets to act like a dick to you,” Connor says, eyes still closed.

“H’N’gxkT’SHEWWW!”

The sneeze came with no warning and was sprayed forcefully, entirely uncovered all over the dashboard. This is, unfortunately, something Felix has become used to in the past couple of days. So, he stares at the splatter across the dash and just sighs.

“We need to get you home and out of this freezing car before you get even sicker. If that’s possible," Connor says, sounding concerned. 

“Home sounds good,” Felix rasps out.

Felix is surprised, though, that Connor is still sitting, gaze fixed on Felix. Felix notices Connor’s fingers tapping along his thigh, something Felix remembering him doing when he was nervous.

“I have a suggestion,” Connor says, the words coming out slowly, his finger tapping away more quickly. “I think it’d take a miracle for me to get you home and to also drive myself back to my own apartment without something else going wrong. So….” he trails off. 

Felix knows he should understand what Connor’s implying, and perhaps, some part of his brain does, but just stares at him, no words springing to mind. Stupid fucking fever, Felix thinks.

“Um, what I’m trying to get at is … I know this is going to come across as inappropriate. As if I have some kind of hidden agenda. I obviously know we’re not together anymore, and I don’t want to violate any boundaries. But Felix, I think it would probably be a good idea if we both spend tonight at my place. It’s only ten minutes away. And I have plenty of food. No offense, but from what I remember, I can almost guarantee your cabinets are bare,” Connor says, giving something between a smile and a grimace. “You don’t have to. I’ll drop you off at yours if that’s what you want. I just want you —  uh, us, — to be safe.”

Felix continues staring at him, yelling at his brain to produce words — any words —  but he can’t stop shivering. He doesn’t know if it’s from his steadily climbing fever, or the fact that he is in quite literally freezing temperatures, right now. And Connor’s rambling again. Connor Hayes is rambling. What seemed cute yesterday is unnerving today. 

Felix, inexplicably, thinks back to the hurt he felt when Connor left; he remembers the last conversation they’d had.

“I love you, but I don’t love you enough, Felix. I’m so sorry. ”

The words float around through his head, the words switching up, jumbling around until they no longer make sense. His shivers are so strong now, his chattering teeth so fiercely, they are making his jaw ache.

He also remembers Connor bringing him coffee in bed every single morning. He remembers the evenings spent with his head on Connor’s chest as Connor read out loud to him. He remembers Connor surprising him by taking him to the reptile store.

 He thinks back to yesterday and all the little moments of care — the soup, the coat, the soothing circles he rubbed on his back.

So many questions are circling through Felix’s fever-addled brain, none of which he’s equipped to answer.

He feels his body slumping forward. He rests his head on his hand. The flu, the weather, the disastrous book signing from yesterday, the car, Connor… It’s too much for his exhausted body. He becomes unable to think, like his brain is just flipping off a switch.                    “Felix, are you all right?” 

Felix searches for a string of coherent words until some are finally falling from his tongue. “I’m… I just —  I just really don’t feel good, Connor,” he says, closing his eyes against the sting of tears.

“Sweetheart? Maybe we should go to the hospital. You said you had a headache and you’re shaking like crazy. Maybe it’s a concussion? I think we should be safe and get you checked out.”

These words, laced with obvious concern, are enough to bring Felix somewhat back to his surroundings. “No. No, hospital. I-I already had a headache before. It’s from this stupid cold — or flu — or whatever the hell it is. I just need some sleep. And to be warm. And, just, for this nightmare of a day to end,” he says through chattering teeth.

“Okay, then. You’ll be warm at my place. And, I think it’s a really good idea, actually, for you to have someone stay with you tonight. Will you let me know if you start feeling dizzy or nauseous?

“Mmm-hmm, yeah,” Felix says, as he rests his head against the freezing window, knowing sleep, once again, is dragging him under against will.

Part 9

[drewsbuzzcut]

Okay Nick I get your reasoning but coming for Dallas like that she has a point they just got married and didn’t Nick made a promise to Dallas parents how they will still focus on school when there married because they were unsure imagine how a baby would of been like they would of been pissed too because they know Dallas dreams and even nick. But don’t make her feel guilty for the choice and it wasn’t like she was thinking about herself she was thinking about him too and omg BFFR Nick said we can make it work but when Dallas has to go to Paris to chase her dreams in the future will she really have the heart to leave Nick and the baby behind no so I’m not sure why he would even think that Nick did piss me off here I would of said something under my breath when he said “ take me back to the dorm I need to think if we should continue is marriage or not” I would of said go fine go run to your bestfriend maybe she can give you the baby you want and the life you want.

Also Nick baby Dallas ain’t no regular girl this girl has goals she wants to achieve he keeps forgetting that. I can’t wait for the next chapter im curious to how it would play out.

Nick did make that promise!!

I like the angst, but I don’t think Dallas would say that just bc the whole thing with Inez was really difficult on her. She’s trying to forget about it!

He also isn’t forgetting about her dreams, he’s just wants to jump all in. It quite literally doesn’t matter what’s thrown their way, because to Nick they’ll get through it no matter what

As for Nick telling her that he had to think about their marriage, it didn’t intentionally come from a place of malice. He just knows that everything is kind of blurry and he wants her to know that he knows he’s messing things up. It’s more of a reflection for himself and his actions rather than questioning Dallas’ commitment. It does come off as him questioning her, but that’s why he apologized for being “too much” to clarify that he thinks he’s most likely over doing it and overwhelming Dallas. We have to remember it’s her first serious relationship and they quickly went into marriage

I originally thought of having Dallas go to apologize to him, but maybe it should be Nick. Maybe they should go to each other

I’m still thinking it through😭

[agirlwithglam]

Hey, Vanilla!💕

I'm having a problem at school. I'm already in the final stretch of this school year and I have a bit of an idea what's going on. There was this guy in my class I was with for almost a month, and it was really intense, my feelings for him. Everything seemed perfect between us, but after a few weeks, he just seemed to want to run away from me. He'd say he liked me, but then say the problem was him, and it was clear he had emotional baggage. I tried talking to him about it, but it seemed like he didn't want to fix things; he always dodged me.

I could tell you many other things that happened, but I don't want to drag it out. Okay, so we drifted apart, but I always held onto the hope he'd come back and we'd work things out (I feel silly now for thinking that back then). Then, one day, he just showed up, dating another girl (found out through a friend). I felt uneasy when I heard, like I'd been used, just another conquest for him. But, even upset, I moved on.

But then on Monday, he started attending classes again (he rarely went due to work). I can't stand his presence; being around him makes me anxious, to the point my hands shake like I'm freezing all day. Honestly, all I feel when he's near is disgust. My friend gets mad at him because she knows what he did and how he still checks me out when I'm distracted (she keeps me posted). I try to ignore it, but can't focus on my tasks.

I've only shared this with one friend because I feel like she understands me best. I'm telling you this because I want to know how to deal with this situation. Transferring schools isn't an option since I'm almost done with the year, as I mentioned earlier, and switching classrooms isn't possible either (I spend the whole afternoon in the same classroom 😭 because, in Latin America, we don't have different classrooms and materials for each subject).

I don't want to talk to him because being near him makes me nauseous, and I've already tried that when we were closer. The worst part is how calm he seems, like he's unaffected; it makes me angry, and I feel like crying – I can't explain it. Please, help me out Vanilla 😓

(Sorry for my bad English 🥹)

hi princess 💓

ok first of all, i need you to realise and understand that you deserve better. you understand? this boy obviously has some problems which are HIS. its not your job to help or save him okay? especially if he's treating you like this.

also honey, cry. just let it out. let yourself get super upset and tear up papers. embrace this part of being a girl.

and also, distract yourself. i know he's in your class and it feels like he's just in your face, as if trying to flaunt the fact that "he doesn't care", but guess what? it's none of your business! whether he cares or not, ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

what you need to do is put your head down and focus on your own life. your friends, family, health, mindset, grades, career, future, YOURSELF. okay?

also one more thing, heal. maybe theres a part of you that relates or something which makes you feel so angry and emotionally intense around him. idk, im not a therapist or psychiatrist or anything but it might help to speak to a professional or search something up on a trustworthy website.

also off topic but your english? its so good i felt like i was reading a literal story/ book.

i apologise it isnt a lot to go on but i figured that it would be better for me to at least give you something bc if i left it in my drafts im afraid i may not get to it in a whiiiiiiiile.

xoxo, vanilla <3 keep shining!