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Tsugaru’s Baby’s Cravings
Fandom: Her Love in the Force - One-Shot
Pairing: Tsugaru/MC (named Emi here but it’s only mentioned once)
Rating: Fluffy T +
AO3 Link: here
Tsugaru comes into the bullpen with a bag from the convenience store, his usual smile on his face when he spots her sitting at the desk in front of Momo’s. Her own lunch is rice and fried chicken with some vegetables that were left over from their shared dinner, which he had graciously let her take.
He disappears into the kitchenette, reappearing with his lunch a couple of minutes later. He sits in the chair beside her, intent on eating with her.
“Wanna try, Little Hare,” Tsugaru asks, showing her one of those quick meal ramen cups. The flavor is matcha, which is not too out there for him. But then he takes out his faithful Tabasco sauce, pouring a liberal amount on top of the hot noodles. She instantly wrinkles her nose.
“Ew, no thank you,” she politely declines like he knew she would. He grins at her, shrugging, content with shoving his noodles into his mouth. He looks so cute, she thinks absent-mindedly as she takes a bite of her own lunch, watching him.
Something smells good, she notes a minute later, getting a whiff of something appetizing. What is it? She sniffs discreetly. Something spicey. Paired with something that had an underlying scent that blended subtly in. Wait a minute. No. Surely not? She leans in toward Tsugaru, taking another sniff.
His lunch!
It smells… delicious. Why?
“Changed your mind?” he asks, aiming his chopsticks playfully at her mouth. The noodles come too close to grazing her lips, so she sits away.
“Just trying to figure out what about that combo is appetizing,” she innocently replies, hoping he won’t catch on. He’s too smart sometimes, too good at reading people, and especially good at reading her. Nothing can be hidden from his eyes when it comes to her.
“Who wouldn’t find this good? Here, have a dessert,” he shoves a wasabi-flavored KitKat into her mouth instead, catching her off guard. Her nose automatically wrinkles in reaction, anticipating a slaughter on her taste buds but she finds herself eagerly eating it and swallowing.
“You like it?” He asks, his eyes sparkling as they dance mischievously waiting for her reaction. Oh god, she didn’t hate it. Why isn’t she hating it? Why does she want a second helping?
“It’s not the worse thing you’ve shoved into my mouth,” she grumbles carelessly, forgetting where they are for a moment. Tsugaru’s eyes widen briefly before a very specific look falls onto his handsome features as his eyes turn the slightest bit sultry. Across from them Momo, too close to pretend he didn’t hear her comment, chokes on his coffee.
“Little Hare, how brazenly dirty of you” Tsugaru whispers wickedly, a huge grin appearing on his face as she catches on to what she just said. Her cheeks redden.
“You know what I mean, Tsugaru! Snacks! Your snacks!”
“I have been referred to as a snack before, so this isn’t the first time,” Tsugaru says, enjoying her spluttering and embarrassment a little too much. She glares at him. “I’m glad you think my snacks are tasty, Little Hare. You’ll get more treats, I promise.”
Then he winks at her, the bastard.
“Takaomi,” she hisses, low enough so only he can hear. Uh-oh.
“I’m just kidding, Emi, just kidding! Momo help!” He wheels away fast, getting out of her range. She’s dangerous when mad.
Later on, once things settle back down with Team Tsugaru, she finds herself struggling to concentrate on a report. She makes a mental checklist as she stares at the report. Fatigue. Aches. Breast tenderness. Finding Tsugaru’s weird food appealing. Her eyes flicker to her mini calendar on her desk, scrutinizing the dates.
When was she last on her period?
She doesn’t bother with a store-bought test, instead calling up the nearest OBGYN clinic to the office on her break while alone on the roof. She gets the next available appointment for after work the following day.
She decides to not alert Tsugaru about this in case it’s a false alarm when she gets home, making her way up to his place. He cooks her pasta with homemade sauce, giving her the normal version first before dumping seven spices and mint of all things into his own portion. She hates the way it smells appealing. Who puts mint into pasta sauce, to begin with, never mind with seven spices?
She deduces she must be pregnant because only a baby that she is carrying that is half Tsugaru could possibly cause her to temporarily lose her sanity and find herself wanting a taste of his strange food combinations. She’s going to have to fight the insane food cravings she realizes when he offers her eel soda and she accepts, drinking it like she would Sprite or Coca-Cola.
Otherwise, she’s going to be the only one with normal tastebuds in the house.
The doctor confirms her suspicions the next day after work.
She’s 11 weeks along and she gets a huge scolding about the dangers of her chosen field of work from the doctor who’s alarmed she didn’t notice her period being late because it’s normal given the stressful demands of her job. She’s told explicitly she needs to be very careful going forward now that she’s aware.
It’s lucky that Tsugaru has been out in the field with Momo when she left for her booked appointment time, otherwise, it would have been incredibly difficult to find an excuse to leave the office without admitting the truth to him. She makes it to their apartment before he does, the small scan tucked carefully away in her planner until she steps inside, where she moves it to her pocket.
She’s excited. Really excited. The idea of having his child sets her heart soaring. She’s nervous too, and concerned about how he might react. The trauma of his past is going to emerge with this pregnancy, she’s sure of it. He might go into a dark place with worry once she’s around the same time as his mother had been when she was killed, and she needs to be prepared for that.
But she knows Tsugaru and his desire for a family.
They’re dating with the intention of marriage, and have been since the start when he proposed before asking her out officially. They’re a little over two years of being together, and lately, the conversation around potentially making Noa part of their family legally has been happening with Shirogane.
The confirmation of this pregnancy further confirms her desire to make Noa theirs permanently. It’s a big change in dynamics though, one she needs to talk over with Tsugaru. She darts around the kitchen, cooking a simple stir-fry to go with rice, her nerves dancing as she plays the waiting game for his arrival home.
“I’m homeeee,” his voice calls out from the doorway; her heart beats a bit faster, and even though it’s far too early to feel a kick, she swears she can feel a tickle in her tummy from the baby she’s carrying. Their baby.
The plan is to tell him after dinner.
But when he steps into the kitchen with a big smile on his face, hugging her close, the plan goes out the window.
“Takaomi,” she murmurs into his chest as she relaxes under his tight embrace. Dinner is ready to be served, she should move away to serve, but when she does his eyes catch hers and she finds herself biting her lip before the words spill out. “I’m pregnant.”
He stares at her, arms further tightening around her. Has he forgotten how to breathe? She waits patiently, letting her own arms loop up around his neck. She steps up on her tip-toes and presses her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she hears him exhale slowly. When she lands back on her feet a moment later, he’s smiling. A genuine smile, though his eyes are wide and watery from both worry and joy.
“Really?” He asks, just to be sure. She takes out the scan from her pocket and gently hands it to him. He touches it, then touches her stomach. “How, how far along?”
“11 weeks,” she tells him, hoping he won’t think about the dangerous missions she’s been on recently. “I have a pretty good idea of when…”
His eyes darkened, remembering immediately what she was referring to.
An early Sunday morning.
Sunlight filtering in through the windows.
A quiet, sleepy warmth shared between them.
A moment where they gave to each other honestly without reserve.
She presses a hand over his, which is placed on top of her stomach. “I want this with you,” she says, looking at him. Reassuring him. She can sense the underlying anxiety that’s fighting with the excitement and happiness in his eyes.
“I want this too,” he replies, flipping his hand so he’s threading their fingers tightly together. “I want Noa to be a big brother.”
“Me too,” she smiles as the scent of the stir-fry overcooking catches her nose. “Dinner!”
She dashes to turn off the stovetop, sighing at the blackened stir-fry mess in the pan. He comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle with his head resting on top of her own.
“Let’s get take out. Any cravings yet?”
“Actually,” she spins to face him again. “I actually really liked the wasabi KitKat earlier. I’ve been infected with your weird tastes thanks to this baby!”
The widest grin expands across his face, pure delight radiating off of him as he laughs out loud.
“There was never any doubt this baby was mine,” he says, teasing, “but this just confirms it. I’ll buy out the shelf if you want more wasabi KitKats.”
“I don’t want them, the baby does!” She protests, pouting. A small, soft kiss makes it disappear a second later. “Are you happy?”
“I’m thrilled,” he says, the sincerity in his voice clear as a bell. “You’re banned from missions. Desk duty until maternity leave,” he adds a second later. “You’re my Little Hare carrying my baby bunny after all. Say,” he lifts an eyebrow playfully. “If it’s a girl what about the name Usagi?”
“I’m not naming my daughter after Sailor Moon,” she replies, though she’s sure he could probably charm her into agreeing when he gives her that particular smile of his that's on his face. “Besides it could be a boy.”
“I think it's a girl,” Tsugaru confidently says. “Usagi, your daddy can’t wait to meet you!” He takes her by the hand, tugging her to the sofa in the living room. “Usagi are you hungry for daddy’s favorite food?”
“No, she’s not! We want pizza. With pepperoni and cheese! With a bit of onion.”
“I’ll order the works,” Tsugaru promises, phone in hand. “Anything for my special girls.”
“We could be having a boy,” she reminds him, though she feels like he’s probably going to be right. He always is.
There’s a lot still they need to talk about and decide; telling Shirogane, moving into a new place, getting married and adopting Noa, and eventually telling the office about the pregnancy. There’s the part of his heart that’s afraid too, which will need extra love and reassurance as the pregnancy proceeds.
But as they sit close together, she relaxes as his head rests next to her stomach, still flat, as he talks to the baby, cooing “Usagiiiii!” Her hands' thread through his hair, happy.
#her love in the force#hlitf#takaomi tsugaru#tsugaru#hlitf fanfic#voltage fanfic#love 365#tsugaru fanfic#one shot
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Your lucky boy got a haircut
#ew it's kitkat's face#do you like it???#do i look gay???#i want girls to flirt with me lol#but also boys#boys are really cute
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A bread boy has been spotted!!! (This was when I went back home to NY!!! The bread up there is SOOOOO much better)
But anyways yeah! I'm not tagging anyone bc I'm still pretty new and all but you can do this if you like!!!
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🍀 Your local pretty boy~🍀
#//fragile heart#ew it's kitkat's face#look at emo pirate looking ass#my glasses make me look slightly better#but i lost them#they're in my room somewhere...#anyways you can reblog#i encourage it#pls
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##.CALLING THEM YOUR BOYFRIEND
TIKTOK SERIES #002
( 概要 )。— all members x reader || g : fluff || them as your bestfriends || 0.5k+ words || no warning
##.HEESEUNG : very aggressive and for what, he just came in for a hug as he always when you walked out of the class and you already had the plan to prank him so your friends knew aswell, you walked up to him "hey guys this is my boyfriend heeseung say hi" confused af, cannot function but plays along with you, as soon as you get out of the school he goes "what was that 'boyfriend' " you can't control you laughter at this point but still say "you are my boyfriend what do you mean" saw you laughing so he lightly pushes you off "chill out bro like nO nO~" starts singing for God knows why. at this point you are just holding you stomach because you are about to die of laughing too much "stop joking like this" he says as he interlinks his arm with yours and walked you home. (very much sus)
##.JAY : he drived you to McDonald's for a late night snack, knowing damn well you guys are going to be late tomorrow because of lack of sleep, but who cares he gonna be a good bestie for you. as you pull to the drive thru and asks you to order because he got to call his dad back, you agreed "hi can I get mc chicken meal for me and my boyfriend" manz got a panic attack, rolls the window up and and puts his phone off speaker "yeah dad i will explain later gimme a moment" he hangs up and looks at you "yo whats your problem- y/n i swear if you are trying to prank me again I will throw you out with your McDonald's meal" nah cuz he sounded too stressed by your antics right now, you are always giving him this mini heart attacks for no reasons "at least you are getting me the meal, chill hubby I was joking" done like very done "y/n I sWEAR TO GOD" gets you the meal to shut you up, deep down we all know he got butterflies
##.JAKE : first you are cruel to do that to him, but you so it anyways "can you pass me the water babe" you said as you sat with Layla on your lap "um uh yeah for sure" passes you the water but very much questioning his ears "did you call me babe" you look at him as if what you were saying was not utterly wrong "yeah I mean whats the harm we ARE dating" he looked at you with big and shiny eyes "wait we are, omg why didn't I know I was dating, was it a secret?" you can not believe this bimbo "it was a prank" you said "oh" he really sounded dejected "im sorr-" he takes Layla from you and goes "well we can work a way to make it real" b0i i- this smooth mf. this is how I met your dad moment :)
##.SUNGHOON : I want to ask why did you try this on him like are you mentally unstable or do you like to make his ego skyrocketing so he can get on your nerves. "yeah me and sunghoon are dating, say hi to him" you said as you showed him to your baby sister, for some dumb reason you thought he would deny or be embarrassed, this man gave you the lip bite and eye squint look "you wanna date me so bad huh" officially made you a fool "get out i can't look at you anymore" comes closer to your face "why am I too handsome" smiles and you lose it, okay you guys were friends and this was a prank but it was no secret that he was attractive and you found him attractive despite his behavior which in a way was also very hot to you. "I mean we can date if you want, it ain't that hard" you shove him off you, it was not good for you heart but his heart was beating just as fast "whatever ice prince"
##.SUNOO : you chose death huh?, you linked your arms with his as you catch up to him "can I have half of your KitKat please" looks at you with judgment "no get your own, also why are you holding my hand, ew" typical sunoo "no I am just asking for half you mean ass, what do you mean why am I holding your hand, isn't it obvious we are dating" almost falls infront "WHAT? no like stop playing with me, dating is two ways, you just wake some day and decide that you are dating me y/n" rapping session, really he starts lecturing you right there in middle of the road. "Chill out dude i was joking, its no fun with you" you said as he held your hand again and starts to walk, "well maybe next time don't make joke like this, you don't know when people get serious" he gave you his half KitKat, he looked sad though maybe deep down he didn't want it to be a joke
##.JUNGWON : you chose death pt2, and in your defense it was niki's idea you try it on him so when all three of you made plan to meet at a Cafe, niki told you to try it on him. "wonie hi" you said as you walked up to him and held his hands, he didn't think anything about it, you guys were very close but when you reached the Cafe niki started acting all dramatic "omo you guys are holding hands like sheesh whats good?" Jungwon sat next to and tired to get niki to shut up "niki shut up-" until you step up "yeah we dating" you said with a straight face "no wait what" he looked at you forgetting niki ever existed there "we are dating" you said "no we are not" his cheeks where flaring red "yes we are" why are you doing this to him "okay we are" niki gasped so loud the whole Cafe looked at you "what-" he held your hands walking you out of the Cafe "you said we are dating so let's go on a date" poor niki just sat there, thinking what happened "am I a cupid? I must be great matchmaker then"
##.NIKI : you don't have to try he is going to be a shady mf, as soon as you come near him , he is already getting ready to annoy you, "hi guys meet my boyfriend, say hi" you said as you recorded his reaction "hi guys im her boyfriend" he doesn't even flinch or anything, is not confused infact you are confused "you what" you asked again to see if his reaction changes "yeah we is dating" comes in for a kiss on the cheeks only to be shoved away by you "whats up dude?" You said in obvious shock "ah try playing pranks on me again, look at you tomato looking ass, 'meet my boyfriend' it was too obvious" you hate his ass, "here have this and I love you too" he said as he hands you strawberry yogurt
#enhypenwriters#enhypennetwork#kflixnet#enhypen x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen headcanons#enhypen reactions#jungwon x reader#jungwon scenarios#sunoo imagines#sunoo x reader#enhypen oneshots#enhypen drabbles#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon x reader#niki imagines#niki x reader#sim jake imagine#sim jake x reader#park jay imagines#park jay x reader#jungwon imagines#enhypen#enhypen fluff#sunoo scenarios#niki scenarios#sunghoon scenarios#sim jake scenarios#park jay scenarios
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||Pastas on Halloween||
I'll make a part 2 if y'all wanna see anyone else
X-Virus
Cody would play an actor at one of those haunted houses
Were talking huge, multiple attractions and long ass lines
A personal HC, Cody is bomb at SFX makeup
He'd have a fun time before hand, half dressed up and helping people he worked with get ready
He'd do it with normal people because with the pastas its cheating
He'd do the same one every year and make friends through it
Start planning months ahead with everyone and leaving at random ass times to go set it up
He'd have a souvenir each year
And he'd sell overpriced tickets to those he didn't like
Even if he likes you this shit ain't free
Wouldn't let ANYONE see his makeup or costume outside the other workers for ultimate scare factor
All would be going well until he gets fuckin socked by one of the kids
Their mom would apologise like "omg I'm so sorry I kn-"
And he breaks character gets up with a huge smile on his face and laughs his ass off
"nice one" and offers a high five
Very into Halloween and very hard to upset him during this season
Masky
Claims to not be super into it
Like ew why it's just a holiday??
But spends 3 hours looking for the perfect costume at spirit
Would casually rob a Walmart for all of the candy
And on Halloween just has the stupidest grin on his face
Like his reason for being happy just halloween
That's all he says when someone asks
Takes great pride in the pumpkin he carved
Yes he dragged brian to get it with him
he MIGHT try and bake the pumpkin seeds
He has a mental list of good and bad horror movies
One comment from Brian about how he always changes his opinion and he writes it tf down
The next morning around 8:30 am
SLAM
Brian, confused "Tim what the fuck is that-"
"Everything" "What the hell does that mean?"
"you said I change my opinion a lot so now it's all here!" "What the h-"
"yes it is color coded, thank you for asking"
"how long did this take you?"
"16 hours"
Radiates proudly in dumbass sleep deprived energy
Laughing Jack
So as expected he likes halloween
dUh
Since this dude loves children
He would definitely have fun with this Holiday
He would go to like a preschool before halloween and just fuckin watch those little parades they have kids do
Like where they go around the school In their costumes
He'd roast the shit out of them
And everyone else too
He'd give so much tips like what you could do to make it better
But wouldn't tell you how to do so and continue to put you on blast
He thinks spirit is overrated and insists on making his costume himself
But he'll do it in the like two days leading up to halloween and will get very feral with anyone who interrupts his work
He likes trick or treating but not with people so he'd have like Jason and candy pop go to different rooms in the mansion and give him candy
For like 5 hours straight
He'd stab the candy on his fingers like a shish kabob
He'd also murder anyone who eats a KitKat by biting into it
Even though he's a weirdo who chews ice cream and swallows cookies whole
Homicidal Liu
So Liu feeds like stray cats and other animals in the woods
He feels bad because theres shit like the rake out there
But he would dress every single animal up
And spend like all afternoon taking pictures off them
He isn't one to dress up, it isn't really his thing
He'd wish he could hand out candy because he wants to see like all the kids cool costumes and stuff
Would low-key murder a fuckin spirit of Halloween attendant so he could have their job for a day
He'd go to Costco and get all different kinds of candy and leave out those little "take one :)" bowls like out and about
Now when it's like later at night he'd go around beating people up who like kill black cats because apparently Halloween is oh so horrible
Also in the few days after halloween when people start returning their black cats and stuff he takes all is them home to the mansion
And eventually slender makes him release them or keep them in the basement
Everyone got annoyed of dying cat noises coming from his room at 2 am
I feel like Liu wouldn't be a fan of horror movies
But he'd be totally down to watch the originals like Hocus Pocus, Halloween Town and Monster House
He is a fan of Tim Burton
His favourite movie is the Corpse Bride
Ticci Toby
He fucks pumpkin
But no Toby is a big fan of fall
And halloween!
He really likes M&M's
Chewy candy is hard to eat with the gash in his cheek
He'd suck all the colored covering off of the M&M and spit it out
He'd do this to all of them before eating them
If you watch a horror movie he insists on eating all the half popped popcorn kernels
Toby would be a fun of funny slashers like Child's Play
He'd be the one dude who'd spoil wtf was gonna happen during the movie
And get a shit ton of popcorn thrown at him
He'd get a lot of criticism for how his cosplay was innacurate
"his hoodie has thicker stripes then that like co"
Yeah uh then he'd bite this bitches finger-
Toby unironically barks at people change my mind
For his costume he'd probably go to a smaller local business to support them
He'd get dressed up as Dracula or something a classic but a good one
Jeff or something would make fun of how he could see Toby's fake ass fangs through his mouth gash
Then Jeff would get fuckin socked in the face
Don't mess with this bitch when he's excited about Halloween!
Jeff the Killer
He also fucks pumpkins
His worst nightmare see those Jeff the Killer morph suits at spirit Halloween
He'd get his costume from fuckin hot topic or something
He'd post youtube make up tutorials on how to look like him
Ben would get mad cash from filming Jeff raging when he got demonetized
He'd spend like 20 minutes getting his hair in a wig cap only to realize he didn't need it for his costume
He'd be into really shitty candies like tootsie rolls and black licorice
He'd get curb stomped by LJ for biting right into a fuckin KitKat bar
Very adamant on kidnapping children
That is until he realizes how annoying they are
"what do you mean you have to e a t" "no shut the fuck up and e- NO I DON'T CARE IF IT'S COOKED" "OH MY GOD SHUT UP"
Jeff releases the children and now refuses to hangout with ben
Simply because of how small and feral he is
He'd go around scaring kids for revenge and taking the fuckin candy they drop
#x virus#x virus headcanons#tim wright#tim wright Headcanons#Masky#Masky Headcanons#ticci Toby#ticci Toby Headcanons#homicidal liu#homicidal liu headcanons#jeff the Killer#jeff the killer head canons
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a request i got from @blood-and-lychee a long time ago! sorry this took so long, i hope you like it!
prompt #39: we need to talk about what happened last night
“Katara, open the door.” Zuko says, sighing.
“Go away.” Katara replies, not wanting to see him.
“Katara, I’m not the one at fault here.” Zuko says, and Katara sighed, knowing he was right. She slowly opens the door to her apartment, and Zuko walks in. Silence was hanging in the air, neither of them wanting to talk first.
“L-Let’s sit down.” Katara says, avoiding eye contact with Zuko as she walks to her bedroom. Zuko follows, going into the room he had been in many times before. Katara sits in the middle of the bed, crossing her legs, and Zuko sits down on the edge of the bed. The silence was awkward, and Katara wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
“We need to talk about what happened last night.” Zuko finally speaks, looking at Katara. Katara avoids his gaze, biting her lip. She knew that Zuko had come over to talk about it. She knew that what she had done was wrong. But, she didn’t feel bad about it.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Katara says, and Zuko scoffs.
“One doesn’t simply kiss their bestfriend on a fake date, Katara.” Zuko says, his tone harsh. Katara looks up at him, sighing.
“It was your fault for inviting me.” Katara says, defending herself. Zuko raises an eyebrow, an amused look on his face.
“I’m not the one who kissed you.” Zuko fights back, and Katara lies down, staring at her ceiling as she recalls yesterday’s events.
—
“You want me to do what?” Katara asks, eyes wide. She looks at Zuko, who was sitting next to her, looking desperate.
“Pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for tonight.” Zuko says, pleading. Katara was still processing the question that Zuko had asked.
“Tonight? Are you crazy? And why would you pick me? Ask Mai or Ty Lee or Toph.” Katara says, avoiding looking at him. Her heart was beating fast. Sure, Zuko was her best friend, ever since high school. They were now in college, and Katara would be lying to herself if she didn’t develop feelings for Zuko over the years. But, she didn’t want to ruin their friendship, so she never acted on her feelings for him.
“I was supposed to go with Mai, but she cancelled on me! And Ty Lee said no, very bluntly. So did Toph. And Sokka would kill me if I asked Suki. So, here I am.” Zuko says, and Katara scoffs.
“So you’re coming to me because you have no one else to turn to? I’m your last choice, huh? Go fish.” Katara says, rolling her eyes. She had already made up her mind, but she wanted to toy with Zuko for a bit. In an instant, Zuko was on his knees in front of her, and Katara widened her eyes.
“I didn’t mean it like that! I just didn’t want to burden you with this, so I never planned to ask you, until now. Please, Kat? I’ll do anything!” Zuko was clearly desperate, and Katara sighed.
“Man, I can’t believe you’re right here, begging in front of me. It’s a sight to behold, if I’m being honest.” Katara teases. “But, I’m no sadist. Get up, dude. I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend.” Katara says and Zuko stands, hugging Katara.
“Thanks, Kat!” Zuko says, smiling as he pulls away from the hug. Katara blushes and looks away.
“Y-Yeah. No problem. Where are we even going?” Katara asks, standing up from the couch.
“It’s just a formal dinner party. My parent’s company is hosting it to celebrate a new partnership. And my dad told me that I had to bring my significant other, who is non-existent.” Zuko sighs, sitting down on Katara’s sofa. Katara giggles.
“Well, why would he assume that you had a girlfriend in the first place?” She asks and Zuko shrugs.
“He thinks that Mai and I are still together. And as you know, we broke up last month, but we’re cool.” Zuko says and Katara nods.
“But he already knows who I am. If you bring me as your date, won’t it be awkward?” Katara asks and Zuko shakes his head.
“He thinks we, quote unquote, look good together. So, he’d probably be ecstatic if he thought that we were dating.” Zuko explains and Katara blushes, biting her lip. Well, at least his family approves of her.
“Okay, fine. Now get out of my apartment, Zuko. I have to get ready for dinner tonight, which I don’t even want to go to.” Katara says, joking.
“Hey, at least you’ll get free food.” Zuko says. “And like it’s still 2pm? Dinner isn’t til 7. You can get ready later.” Zuko says, and Katara rolls her eyes.
“You really don’t understand women.” Katara says, shaking her head. She grabs Zuko by the hand, who willingly follows her, as she walks towards her front door.
“I will see you later.” Zuko says as he opens the door and Katara let’s go of his hand. “I’ll pick you up at… 6:30? Sounds good?”
“Yup. Later, loser.” Katara says and Zuko chuckles.
“Wear something nice for me, okay? The theme is black, green, and blue.” Zuko winks and Katara rolls her eyes.
“Whatever.” Katara says and Zuko smiles.
“Bye, KitKat.” Zuko says and Katara blushes before sticking her tongue out at him and closing the door. Zuko would be the death of her. She nearly trips over the edge of her bed as she walks to her closet, looking for something to wear. Zuko was lucky that Katara had a green dress in her wardrobe that was formal enough. Her black dress was a little too provocative, and her blue dress wasn’t fit for the occasion. Katara also wanted to wear something nice, to see Zuko’s reaction - to tease him a little. Katara was sure that Zuko didn’t think of her romantically, that he only saw her as a friend. And that was okay with Katara, because she cherished her friendship with Zuko.
Katara took a shower, and got ready. It was a few minutes past three, and Zuko would pick her up at 6:30. So Katara had at least three more hours to prepare. She spent the first hour eating and watching a show, the second hour doing her hair - which Katara hated because her hair was a mess, and did her make up. Katara was changing into her dress when the doorbell rang, and Katara sighed as she was still struggling to zip up the dress from the back. She would get Zuko to do it, she decided, as she walked to the door.
Zuko gasped when the door opened to reveal Katara. She was wearing a satin, emerald green dress, with the neckline plunging low. There was a slit on the right side, showing her long, dark legs. Her hair was straightened at the top, but was wavy midway to the tips. She had a pearl clip on one side of her hair. Her makeup was just enough - lipstick, eyeshadow, eyeliner, but there was a hint of pink on Katara’s cheeks as Zuko had stared at her for what seemed like minutes.
“What? Do I look ugly?” Katara asks, unsure. Zuko shakes his head, embarrassed.
“You look great, KitKat.” Zuko says, smiling. “I mean it.”
“Thanks, Zuko.” Katara says, blushing. “Ah, can you zip this up for me?” Katara asks, turning around. Her dress was still zipped open, down to the small of her back. She felt exposed, but it’s not like she could have zipped it up herself.
“S-Sure.” Zuko says, gulping as he reaches for her dress. His fingers touch Katara’s back, and Katara closes her eyes. Silence is in the air as he slowly zips the dress up, and Katara grabs her hair and puts it at the side so he can finish zipping it up. “All done.” He says. Katara lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and turns around to look back at Zuko.
“Thanks, loser. Come on in, just lemme grab my things and then we can head out.” Katara smiles as she walks away, letting Zuko enter her home. Katara goes into her room, with Zuko behind her, and grabs a small gold purse, putting her phone, lipstick, keys, and some money inside. Zuko leans on the doorway, arms crossed.
“You look really stunning, KitKat.” Zuko compliments her again, and Katara blushes. Thankfully, her back was facing him, so he couldn’t see her reaction. She takes a deep breath before looking at Zuko. He looked good as well - in Katara’s defense, he looked good no matter what he wore - with an all black outfit, except for the emerald green bowtie, which ironically matched Katara’s dress. His hair was slicked back, except for a few loose tendrils flying around.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Zuko.” She says as she grabs a gold necklace from her jewelry box and puts it on, centering the pendant in the middle of her chest. “Your tie matches my dress.”
“That it does.” He says, amusement in his voice. “Wasn’t expecting it, to be honest. But hey, we still look good.” Zuko says and Katara hums in approval as she walks past him and puts on her gold heels. Zuko was watching her the whole time, and Katara could feel his eyes burning into her.
“Stop staring, creep.” Katara says. “Come on, let’s go.” She says and Zuko chuckles as he follows her out of her apartment.
“I could be watching a movie right now, in my pajamas. Eating takeout.” Katara sighs as Zuko revs the car, the engine sputtering to life. Zuko laughs.
“This’ll be worth it. I promise. Plus, wouldn’t you rather look at me, your handsome best friend who is currently your fake boyfriend right now, than some actor on your tv?” He says as he starts to drive. Katara snorts, blushing.
“Puh-lease. I’d take Henry Cavill over you any day.” She says and Zuko chuckles.
“You wound me, Katara.” Zuko says and Katara giggles. “Okay so, if anyone asks. We’re dating, obviously. That’s been established. Uh, let’s say we’ve been dating for about two months now. I made the first move when I drove you back home from a dinner date. You said yes, and boom.” Zuko makes up a story, and Katara wishes it were true. “Also, I might like, touch you. You know, putting my hand on your waist, holding your hand, that sort of thing.” Zuko adds and Katara sighs. This would be so hard.
“Ew, you’re gonna give me your germs.” She jokes, trying to distract herself. Zuko laughs. “But fine. You owe me big time, Zuko.”
“That I do, my friend.” Zuko says. The rest of the car ride was filled with them bantering and laughing, both of them hoping to ease the tension before having to be serious at the dinner party.
They pull up to the hotel, which was very fancy, and Katara gulps. One room probably cost more than her tuition, she thought. The valet opened the door for her and helped her get out, to which she smiled and said thank you to. The valet then walked over to Zuko, and gave him the keys. Zuko walked over to Katara, smiling.
“I haven’t seen my parents in six months. To be honest, I’m kinda nervous.” Zuko says, and Katara wraps her arm around his.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ll be with you the whole time.” Katara assures her best friend, and Zuko nods.
“Well, Kat, off we go.” Zuko says and Katara giggles as they walk inside the hotel, towards the ballroom.
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“You know, this is pretty boring.” Zuko whispers in Katara’s ear. It had been at least two hours since the dinner started, and there had been 5 long, dull speeches - all of which were talking about the same thing more or less. The food was exceptional though, and Katara had to give it to the chef’s, they knew how to cook. The appetizer was delicious, the main course was enamoring, and the desert was mouth-watering. The waiter had given them wine to drink, and they clinked their glasses.
“I know. This is why I should have just stayed at home.” Katara giggles, whispering back to Zuko.
“Sorry for dragging you here. I haven’t even seen my parents yet.” Zuko replies. “Well, I have, but they seem busy, so I’d rather not approach them.” Katara takes a sip from her wine and sighs.
“You could always-” She starts but is suddenly cut off.
“Zuko!” A deep voice calls out. Zuko immediately stands, looking at his dad. Zuko was almost as tall as his dad, Ozai.
“Hi dad.” Zuko greets. Katara stands up, smiling.
“Ah, Katara. So good to see you again.” Ursa, Zuko’s mother, smiles and gives Katara a hug.
“Hello, Ms. Ursa. Mr. Ozai. It’s nice to see you.” Katara says as she hugs Ursa.
“Katara, what a surprise. Zuko said he was bringing his girlfriend. Is that, perhaps, you?” Ozai asks, surprised. There was no malice in his voice, just shock.
“Yup.” Zuko responds, taking Katara’s hand in his. Katara wanted to die.
“Y-Yes. Zuko and I are dating.” Katara says, smiling. Ursa smiles and clasps her hands together.
“I can hear the wedding bells!” Ursa exclaims and the fake couple blushes.
“Mom! Stop.” Zuko says and Ursa giggles.
“I have to continue making my rounds. But it was good to see you, son. You too, my dear Katara. I have high hopes for you two.” Ozai says as he and Ursa walk away. The fake couple let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding, but Zuko hadn’t let go of Katara’s hand yet.
“Well, we passed. Can we go now?” Katara asks as she lets go of Zuko’s hand. She didn’t want to, but wine was more important at the moment. Zuko chuckles.
“Don’t you want to dance?” Zuko teases. There was a slow song playing, and some people had gone up to the dance floor, holding each other in each other’s arms. Katara scoffs.
“You know I don’t dance.”
“Yes, but, you’re not gonna die if you dance with me.” Zuko says. ‘I beg to differ’ Katara thinks. “I’m not going to force you, though. It’s up to you, KitKat.” Katara sighs.
“One dance. And then you’re taking me home.” Katara says and Zuko nods. He takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor. Katara puts her hand on Zuko’s shoulders, and Zuko puts his hands on Katara’s waist. The awkwardness would be the death of Katara. She looked at the ground, slowly moving to the beat. Zuko gently tilts her head up, brown eyes looking into blue ones.
“Hey, look at me.” Zuko smiles and Katara blushes. She didn’t know if it was the wine or something, but she suddenly wanted to make a move. They danced, looking into each other’s eyes the whole time. Katara was feeling brave and confident. If she didn’t do it now, she would never be able to do it. The song was about to end, and she would never get this chance again. She closed her eyes before leaning up to kiss Zuko. It was quick, and a bit rough. It was a peck, that’s all that Katara thought of as she pulled away. Zuko looked at her, eyes wide. And she knew she made a mistake.
—
“Hey, you owe me a favor right?” Katara asks as she sits back up, looking at Zuko. Zuko hums. “Okay. My favor is, just forget about what happened last night. Forget about the fake dating, forget about the kiss.”
“That’s hard to do, KitKat. I’m curious though, where did you run off to? I chased after you but you were gone.” Zuko says and Katara snorts.
“I hid in the bathroom for a few minutes before calling a cab.” Katara explains and Zuko chuckles.
“You shouldn’t have run away. I was going to say something before you dashed off like you were the flash.” Zuko jokes and Katara shakes her head.
“I was embarrassed. And… I never did get to apologize for last night, right? Sorry, Zuko.” Katara says and Zuko scoots closer to her.
“What’s there to be sorry about?” He asks, looking into her eyes. Katara gulps. “The reason that I can’t forget about last night, is because I like you, KitKat.” Zuko says and Katara’s heart skips a beat. “That wasn’t the ideal first kiss, but it’ll do.”
“W-Wait a minute, you LIKE me?” Katara says and Zuko nods. “Since when?”
“Well, I’m not gonna say. A man has to have a few secrets after all.” He winks. “I was waiting for you to make the first move, that’s all.” Zuko says and Katara blushes. Zuko leans closer to Katara, his eyes glancing at her lips. Katara gulps. Zuko’s hand caresses her cheeks, tucking away a strand of hair.
“You’re such a tease.” Katara says, her voice barely a whisper. Zuko chuckles before connecting his lips with hers. The kiss was slow and sweet. Zuko’s thumb caresses her cheeks, his other hand on Katara’s waist. They pull away a few seconds later, Katara avoiding his gaze.
“If fake dating was all it took for you to be mine, we should have done it sooner.” Zuko says, teasing as he pulls Katara in for a hug.
“Shut up. I hate you.” She says into his neck, voice muffled.
“No, you love me.” He replies. Katara smiles. ‘Yes, I do love you.’
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April Contest Submission #30: Break Me Off
Words: ca. 3,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: no CW: none
“Can I try yours?”
Elsa’s head snapped up from the book she was reading to look to her left. Her baby sister was looking expectantly, her small hand outstretched and waiting expectantly, fingers wiggling in a grabby motion.
“Sure,” she answered with a smile, and passed her barely started dark chocolate KitKat on to Anna. “I don’t think you’ll like it though.”
Anna ignored that statement and immediately put the candy bar in her ‘some teeth missing transition period’ mouth, and bit off a sizable chunk. She chewed for a few seconds before her chocolate-covered lips twisted in a grimace, and she threw the KitKat back in Elsa’s lap.
“Ewww,” she said once she finally swallowed the bite (she at least had the decency to not spit it out like she used to a few years ago, something Elsa could bet would drive their father nuts if she did it in the new car), then gave Elsa the dirtiest look ever. “It’s so bitter! Why are you doing this to yourself…”
The last words were said with an overly-dramatic flair as Anna put her hand up to her forehead and pretended to faint like an old-timey movie lady on an ottoman. Which would work much better if she wasn’t stopped by the seat belt.
“It’s not that bitter to me.” Elsa shrugged as she picked up the discarded KitKat and continued to eat it as if nothing ever mattered. “You just still have a baby palate,” she said around a mouthful.
Anna blew her a raspberry, and her gaze dropped to Elsa’s book. “Whatcha reading anyway?”
Elsa swallowed the KitKat. “Harry Potter.” She flipped the cover to show it to Anna, who immediately started tracing and mouthing the letters of the title. “The fifth part comes out next week, so I wanted to re-read it before then.”
“Can you read it to me?”
“Later,” she lowered her voice and glanced in the rear-view mirror at their father’s concentrated face. It wasn’t the best idea to read–and have Anna interrupt with her loud comments–while he was driving. “When we’re settled at the hotel, I’ll read some to you.”
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“Hey,” Anna whispered, leaning over the wide armrest so she could reach Elsa’s ear. “You wanna try a bite of mine?”
She offered her the obnoxiously white KitKat, and Elsa immediately took it, as if its glow-in-the-dark properties could be seen by the row behind them. Without thinking much, she chomped down on the half-eaten candy bar. The overwhelming sweetness exploded in her mouth and seemed to coat her tongue with a thick, fatty film.
“You like it?” Anna whispered again, absolutely disinterested in the screen, her eyes locked square on Elsa’s face. “It’s kinda sweet, but I think I dig the white chocolate.”
Fighting through the nausea, Elsa finally managed to push the saccharine mush down her throat. “It’s absolutely disgusting,” she whispered back, then chuckled at Anna’s betrayed face. “I can see why you’d like it.”
Anna opened her mouth to say something (presumably snarky, she was hitting that age) in return, but an angry shhh came up from behind them. Elsa glanced at the people sitting in the back row and mouthed a sorry.
She turned back to the screen and tried to catch up on what she’d missed from the movie. So far The Goblet of Fire was proving to be worse than the previous parts, but she still wanted to know how they managed to work out the lake task of the Triwizard–
When Anna opened her mouth again just a few seconds later, Elsa stuck the white chocolate KitKat in it.
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“Hey, tradition!” Anna screamed suddenly as Elsa unwrapped her finals-study-motivation KitKat, almost making her drop it. “Lemme try!”
Elsa blinked. This was just the dark chocolate variety, one that she was sure she’d already let Anna try at some point in her life.
“You already–” But before she could finish, Anna’s shark jaws locked around the still barely unwrapped candy bar in Elsa’s hand with a loud crunch.
She munched for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face as she was considering the flavor. It quickly gave way to a disgusted scowl.
“Ew,” she said with a fake gag. “It’s as bad as I remembered.”
So Elsa did let her try it before. She rolled her eyes and half-heartedly swatted Anna away.
With a devious snicker and a hurried good luck with the exam!, Anna skipped out of the room and left her alone to study.
Elsa shook her head and finally returned her attention to her long-awaited snack award.
For some reason, the sight of Anna’s glitter lip gloss on the dark chocolate made her stomach twist.
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KitKats turned out to be the best way to go through her finals that year, and the next semester, and the next next semester, putting in the required fuel, feeling of accomplishment and the calories missing from not having time to eat proper meals.
It was also one of her little pleasures to find and test new flavors, especially those not available locally. It was Anna’s little pleasure to never say she wanted to order some for herself, and instead take bites off of Elsa’s, ‘just in case I don’t like it and don’t wanna finish!’
And over time it was one of Elsa’s little pleasures to look at the print of Anna’s lips on the chocolate and tenderly place hers on top to match the shape.
That little pleasure turned into a major curse when she realized she was daydreaming about placing her lips on Anna’s directly.
From then on, she would only buy the 4 finger breakable Kits.
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“I don’t really like this one,” Anna said around a mouthful of the Ruby cocoa KitKat. “It looks super cute, but it just tastes kinda waxy.”
Elsa shrugged. “Honestly, it’s just like the regular, but pink.”
“No, it’s different.” There was no point arguing with Anna on that. While Elsa preferred to try out new flavors, Anna has always been a hardcore true fan and real connoisseur of the regular Kit, so all she could do was to believe the expert. The currently pouting, cutely irritated expert. “Do you wanna finish mine?”
Elsa’s blood froze.
The whole point of the 4 finger Kits (which she personally considered inferior as the ratio of chocolate to wafer was just not quite on par with the single stick) was to not kiss Anna by proxy. Is what she came to call it.
But Anna was holding out the pink KitKat with a darker pink lip gloss outline in her direction, looking at her expectantly.
“N-no, I’m fine,” she answered a little too quickly and in a little too nervous of a voice. “I don’t really like it either,” she lied.
Anna’s brows furrowed. “I thought you said it tastes like the regular to you.”
Elsa could feel herself sweat. Damn, the stupid act of sharing a KitKat, something they’ve done since they were little kids was making her sweat.
Probably precisely because they’ve been doing this since they were little kids. Growing up together. Being sisters. Who should not want to kiss each other, yet there Elsa was, looking away from Anna’s perfect cupid bow glossy lips like a teenager (which she was definitely not anymore, on the final stretch to obtaining her bachelor degree) in love.
Her own lower lip felt numb from biting down on it. Fuck, she was in love.
“Yeah, but you’re right,” she said, mouth dry. She was in love and she was just now realizing this because of a stupid Ruby KitKat. “It is waxy.” Stupidly good Ruby KitKat that she was going to deny herself because her sister’s lips touched it and she would burn in hell if hers did too. “Just toss it out.”
Anna’s face looked like she just told her she actually was planning to vote on Trump for the pure fun of it, but she didn’t say anything.
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“Hey, I’m just about to head out– oh is that a new one?”
Elsa almost dropped the half eaten candy bar on the floor. She was not expecting Anna to come in her room any time soon, and like the true disgusting goblin she was, she decided to partake in her secret stash of imported KitKats.
Her dirty little secret stash of single stick KitKats that she couldn’t find in 4 finger format, and thus could not ever, ever let Anna know about because even if she ordered two pieces of each kind Anna would refuse to try an entire bar on her own.
‘I mean, what’s the fun in that? Half of the joy of KitKats is sharing!’
Not really seeing any way out of that, Elsa admitted defeat. “…Yes.”
“Oh, cool!” Anna bounced over excitedly to drop down on the bed next to her. “Oooh, white chocolate and peach? So fancy! Is it from Japan? It looks about the size of the Japanese ones I saw online…”
Her pure, genuine excitement only made Elsa feel even worse about hiding in her room like Gollum with his ring. Then, right as she was reaching for Elsa’s KitKat, Anna’s face and hand suddenly dropped.
“Wait…”
Elsa gulped.
“…you… you were going to eat it without me, weren’t you?”
She focused on the pattern of her carpet.
“Oh my god, Elsa! You stinker!” Anna sounded full-on betrayed, and Elsa could honestly not blame her for that. “I thought KitKats were our thing!”
Elsa blushed, for many different reasons. “I-it’s not like that,” she started explaining herself, fully aware of how pathetic she sounded. “It’s just cause you never want a full KitKat of a new flavor and I couldn’t find them in the sharing format–”
“So? I didn’t know we were suddenly only allowed to share the break-apart ones.”
Elsa sighed. Right, to Anna it didn’t make any sense, because Anna was a normal person who didn’t fantasize about kissing her sister. Or flustered about indirectly kissing her. “I-it’s just easier to portion…”
“I’m pretty good at portioning a bite, thank you very much.” She still sounded a little miffed, but she did smile towards the end– right before her eyes turned very round and glistening. “Did you eat many without me?”
Holy shit, she was looking like the pleading emoji and Elsa was at her wit’s end. “No!” she denied quickly and truthfully. “I-I bought more, but this was the first one I was going to try…”
Anna crossed her arms.
“Aaand now that you know about it I guess there’s no point hiding,” Elsa continued sheepishly. “I’ll uh– I’ll go to the kitchen and cut you off a piece.”
She stood up quickly, holding the KitKat like a relay sprinter holds the baton, clinging on for dear life with the prospect of glory and escaping the rivals, or in this case escaping her sister before she could–
“Wait.” Anna’s hand was on her wrist and Elsa almost yelped. The rivals outran her and the finish line was nowhere in sight as she fell on her knees, defeated, and only metaphorically speaking as in real life she was just standing stiff in her place. “What? Just let me take a bite, it’s easier–”
“N-no,” she interrupted quickly, trying to pry the wrist away from Anna’s surprisingly strong grip. “Cause, uh– umm, that way I can make sure to cut in the middle and give you a fair share.”
Yes, that was a splendid save.
“I just want a bite, I’m not sure if I would like a whole half.” And a gloriously crushing response from the opponent. “Just let me–”
Her peach pink lip gloss would look amazingly fitting on the white chocolate and peach KitKat. Or on Elsa’s lips. Applied with her lips. On her lips. Kissing–
“No!” She yanked her hand away. Anna’s eyebrows shot up in shock, and Elsa realized she yelled that very loudly, even though she was mostly responding to her own dirty little secret thoughts. “I mean– I don’t wanna…”
What? What was she supposed to say to get out of this? There was literally no logical reason she could not be wanting to simply share the KitKat like they used to for so many years, aside from the obvious plague that was currently rotting her mind, but she could not tell Anna that–
“…are you disgusted by me?”
She said it in such a small voice, looking up from where she was sitting on Elsa’s bed with hands folded neatly in her lap, her big teal eyes glazed with a sheet of tears and Elsa’s heart broke into a thousand shards.
“Oh god, no!” Her hands moved on their own to grab Anna and pull her into a hug, but she stopped herself on the way, now with her hands awkwardly hovering at Anna’s eye level. “Why… no, I’m so sorry you would even think that, I–”
“Then what is it, Elsa?”
Fuck. Fuckity fuck shit fuck what was she–
“Just say it,” she damn near sobbed. “Out loud.”
“Your lip gloss,” she said in a flat voice, grasping at straws to not lie, but also not tell the truths. “It stays on the KitKat when you bite it.”
Anna’s eyes went wider. “You don’t like my lip gloss?”
Why the fuck was she sounding this hurt by the idea? “No, I–”
“I thought you said it looks good…”
“It does!” She could clearly feel herself getting flustered. “I like it, and it looks very good on your li– on you. Really good.” God, was she sounding as borderline creepy to Anna as she did to herself? “B-but it leaves a– a stencil of your lips on the…”
She trailed off, not really sure how to get out of the corner she just talked herself into.
Anna gave her a puzzled look. “So you don’t like… my lips?”
“No!” Jesus why was communication so difficult and why was the room so hot and why was Anna looking at her like this? “I love them. Like! I like them. I like. Them. Your lips. Like them.”
If Anna got up and called the ambulance right now because ‘my sister is having a stroke!’ Elsa would find it completely justified.
“Ookay…” Anna said slowly, not reaching for the phone, and instead continuing to try to read Elsa’s face (but what she could potentially read was that inside Elsa’s head there was a wind-up monkey puppet playing the cymbal, and nothing much beside that.) “So what is the problem?”
Elsa mumbled in response.
“I’m sorry?”
“It feels like we’re kissing,” she said weakly, absolutely giving up on her hopes and dreams in that instance. “When I bite the KitKat.”
Anna blinked at her. “That’s it?”
Elsa nodded.
“I mean, that’s all?”
It was Elsa’s turn to wear a confused expression.
“You’ve been getting only breakable KitKats for a year just so you could share with me without feeling like this?”
Elsa nodded again, albeit cautiously. She had no idea where Anna was going with this.
“And denying yourself flavors that don’t exist in that format so that I wouldn’t feel left out?”
Nod again.
“I’m sorry.”
Record scratch. “What? No, why are you sorry?”
“Because you were feeling uncomfortable because of me?”
“No, I– I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable knowing I want to kiss you.”
Wait, no– oh no no no no holy fuck no backtrack backtrack backtrack–
Her stomach sunk. There was no way to backtrack.
Red alert, escape the room.
Anna caught her hips before she could dash for the door and spun her around to face her again, this time meeting her at eye level. She reached for Elsa’s hand–which was currently hanging limply at her side, and still holding the goddamned half-eaten KitKat–and clasped it gently in hers, then brought it up until it was between them, right in front of Elsa’s mouth.
The scent of peach and white chocolate hit her before her brain registered the development.
“Bite,” Anna said softly, but with demand. “And hold.”
Elsa’s mouth opened on its own as her sister pushed the KitKat in, and obediently she clamped her teeth down on it–just enough to break the chocolate layer, but not all the way through.
She stood there patiently with the candy bar sticking out of her mouth, watching Anna remove the remaining wrapper as if her body was not hers to steer, as if she was just a passive observer as her mind was struggling to pick the pieces of what her sister was doing without going for what she really wanted Anna to be doing in her heart of hearts.
Once the wrapper was off, Anna climbed on her tiptoes and– Elsa could swear she saw her smirk right before the free end of the KitKat disappeared in Anna’s mouth, slowly, until their lips finally touched.
Their lips touched.
She was kissing her sister.
She was kissing her sister around a fucking candy bar.
And in just a few heartbeats she heard the tell-tale, trademark KitKat crunch as Anna’s teeth broke through the wafer, and with a final brush of her glossed lips she was off, leaving behind only a chunk of white chocolate and peach mousse in Elsa’s numb, speechless mouth.
“It looks good on you too,” Anna said with her mouth still full and gaze dashing between Elsa’s lips and eyes. “Bet it would be even better without the melted chocolate.” She swallowed down her bite, and let out a satisfied hum. “Mm, I like this one. Funny how the flavors work together so well… chew, Elsa.”
She brought her hand up to Elsa’s chin and pressed on it, and Elsa mechanically picked up the chewing motion, earning a delighted smile from her sister.
Anna glanced down at her watch. “Well, I gotta go. The sea and beach won’t run away, but my friends just might if I keep them waiting any longer.” She placed a soft, sticky kiss on Elsa’s boiling hot cheek. “But I’m really looking forward to trying the other flavors you got.”
With a wink, she pushed past her and out the door, leaving Elsa to deal with the lump (of KitKat) in her throat.
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“you’re home.”
* here’s some soft parrlyn because i have one personality trait. but there’s also a bit of anne/kat big sis/little sis because that’s my shit. enjoy. let me know what you think *
anne has had a trip to france planned for a couple of months now, and she is bouncing off the walls excited about it. she wants to travel back to the place where she spent a lot of her childhood just to see if any of the things she remembers are still there all these years later. the one thing she is not so excited about is leaving her girlfriend. she and catherine have been attached at the hip for months, considering they work and live together. when the day comes that anne is meant to be leaving, all the queens accompany her to the airport. she is going to be gone for a week so everyone is a mess.
“anne, are you sure you have everything? your chargers, pants, shampoo?” jane worries.
“jane i am a grown woman!! yes i have everything. thank you but i have to go!!”
“okay. i love you! be safe!” jane exclaims as she pulls anne in for a tight hug.
“don’t get in any trouble, boleyn.” cleves warns. anne rolls her eyes and reaches her arms out to hug her friend. cleves accepts and squeezes anne lovingly.
aragon sends her off with well wishes and a quick hug. when it’s kat’s turn, kat looks at anne with sad eyes, and anne whispers “stoppp. i’m only gonna be gone a week babes. i’ll be back before you know it!”
“annie i’m gonna miss you so much, and i’m gonna have to deal with catherine complaining about you being gone too!!” she groans.
anne laughs and opens her arms, gesturing for the dramatic girl to give her a hug before she leaves. “come here.”
kat wraps her arms tightly around anne’s waist, and anne throws her arms around kat’s neck. they stay this way in sweet silence, just enjoying each other for one last time before having to leave each other. kat breaks the silence and whispers in anne’s ear. “i love you so much. please be safe.”
anne smiles weakly into kat’s hair and responds with, “i love you little sis. i’ll bring something back for you.” she lowers her voice a little and adds “and kitkat. take care of catherine for me, okay?”
the moment that everyone was dreading is here. it is catherine’s turn to say goodbye. anne looks over, and catherine runs up to her and wraps her up in a warm, familiar hug. she blinks back tears as she says “i know it’s only a week but i don’t want to spend a single day without you. you’re my best friend.” anne looks up at the other queens to signal that they wanted to be alone for a moment. they understood the cue, and they left to go wait in the car.
anne pulls away from catherine and lifts her head so she’s looking her in the eyes. “my girl.” she says smiling through tears. “i will be thinking about you everyday, and i will miss you everyday. i’ll text you and call you and facetime you. this week will be over soon enough, but i have to do this. i have to see it again.”
catherine slowly nods, and she mumbles “okay..” she understands, but she wishes she could go with her.
“okay?”
catherine nods again. anne pulls her into another hug and reassures her. “before you know it, you’ll be back here to pick me up. i love you more than anything my sweet.”
catherine sniffles and replies “i love you more.”
anne reluctantly lets go of catherine and picks up her bag. “never,” she says as she walks towards her gate.
A WEEK LATER
it is time for catherine and kat to leave for the airport where their beloved anne boleyn will be waiting. kat laces up her shoes at lightning speed while catherine quickly throws her curls up into a messy bun.
catherine’s drives jane’s car, and kat sits shotgun excitedly bouncing her leg the whole drive. “kat! calm down you’re making me nervous!!” with a frown, kat stops bouncing and starts wringing her hands instead. after what feels like an eternity to them, they make it to the airport. they quickly park the car and rush inside so they can wait for anne.
catherine can’t hide her excitement. a smile grows on her face despite her efforts to suppress it, and she exclaims, “UGH! i can’t wait to see her cute face.”
a look of mock disgust falls on kat’s face and she says “ew?”
a few minutes pass, and kat screams “THERE SHE IS!!” pointing towards the girl practically running towards them.
pure joy lights up catherine’s face as she lays eyes on anne. she jumps up from her seat and runs to her, leaping into her arms like a koala when she reaches her. anne squeezes her like she hasn’t seen her in a year.
“i missed you so much annie. you can’t leave like that again. i can’t go without your hugs that long.”
catherine leans back and looks at anne with the catherine parr sparkle in her eyes. smiling wide, she whispers, “you’re home.”
anne beams, her eyes glancing down to catherine’s lips. “i am. your arms feel like home.”
catherine kisses her softly, but passionately. time seems to slow down, as the two women are happier than they’ve ever been. the moment is interrupted by a jarring “OKAYYYYY. IT’S MY TURN NOW!!” from a distressed kat. catherine jumps down, and anne giggles.
“come here kitkat.”
kat squeals and runs into anne’s outstretched arms. catherine laughs as kat screams, “I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHH I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOUUUU!!”
after a few more seconds of laughing, anne states, “okay. let’s go home my loves. i’m ready to sleep in my own bed again.”
without thinking, catherine whispers, “i’m ready to sleep in your bed again too.” there was a few seconds of silence before kat interjects.
“AGAIN. EW?????”
#six the musical#six fanfiction#parrlyn#anne boleyn x catherine parr#anne boleyn#catherine parr#miranda writes
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Dalton Big Bang day 43 - Valentine
Writing Masterpost, AO3 Link
Notes: Also known as: Gigs tries to write jogan giving their son The Talk and failing miserably due to being a useless asexual.
One day. One fucking day. I'll write a full next gen fic, with all the kids, because y'all know by now I have headcanons for everything. And then y'all would get to see just how chaotic AJ Sotto and Parker Willis can be. But for now, this is about Johnny and his adorable Hanover boyfriend.
If there was a truth everyone in Dalton could agree on, it was that history teacher and Warblers coach, Mr. Wright, was a man you didn't want to cross. The unfortunate ones who were asked to meet with him privately refused to speak of what was told, and whether it was for good or bad reasons, nobody wanted to ask.
And then there were the students who visited his office without even being called. Johnny Larson-Wright, AJ Sotto, Parker Willis. Parker's older brothers graduated from Windsor and Stuart a few years ago, so that brand of crazy would make sense coming from them, but the others…
Well, Valentine Moore always thought people were crazy for assuming their teacher was such a bad man. He made Warblers practice enjoyable every time, gave people solos in a very fair manner, and yeah, maybe he was a bit strict. But he seemed nice enough.
But who was Valentine to say anything? He's never had a conversation alone with him. Maybe they were just exaggerating things!
Yeah, that had to be it!
...until the unfortunate day in late February when he was called in to Mr. Wright's office.
It was all everyone talked about the whole day. Johnny didn't make a fuss about it, unlike most of the others, which was reassuring and even more stressful in equal measures. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, straight-A student Valentine Moore must see the monster, maybe he fucked up real bad this time. Maybe they found out that he contributed to Johnny and AJ's bullshit—
No, wait, no. He does draw, it's his one coping mechanism, but no way they used his art for graffiti. Maybe… maybe it had to do with the homework he didn't turn in for history class? No, but he did it all, he just forgot his notebook by accident, Mr. Wright would probably understand! He must understand, it's not the first time, it's just—
"Stop pacing by my door, Moore," the teacher called, making Valentine freeze in place and start shaking. "You're not exactly invisible."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wright." He just lowered his eyes and walked into the office, closing the door behind him. "Won't do so again."
"It's all good, I get that you're nervous. But there's nothing to be nervous about."
"Is it about the homework I forgot to turn in last week…?"
"No. I care less about the homework than I do about this subject." The teacher started tapping on the desk with his fingers, making Valentine shiver a bit more. "I understand you're seeing my son."
His stomach fell as his shaking stopped.
"I don't… what? No, you got it wrong, I just—"
"Wrong? Unless Johnny is dating another Valentine Moore, who goes to this school and boards in Hanover, and is a member of the Warblers, I have no reason to believe I got it wrong."
"I… I'll break up with him, sir, it's okay. I know I'm not…"
As Valentine started feeling tears fall down his cheek, he also felt a large hand take his, as he started a silent prayer in his mind.
"I'm not mad at you," Mr. Wright — Logan — told him. "In fact, I'm relieved. It seems like he's very serious about you. His father and I are very proud of him. But I'll tell you this. If you hurt my boy—"
"It's the end of me, I know. I'm so sorry, sir."
"...yeah. That's… yeah." As Valentine raised his eyes, he saw his teacher start to fumble a bit. That was unusual… "I didn't actually think I'll get this far, if I'm honest… I'm not allowed to hurt you, as your teacher. But do expect to have a talk again. If either of you get hurt. It's not just about him in this relationship, it's about you too."
"O— okay! Okay, thank you!"
"Now, about that homework—"
"Dad!" Interrupted a call as the door flung open, and in ran Johnny, red in the face and wholly amused. "AJ broke Ramsey's window by accident, we're gonna get killed! Help! Oh, hi Val!"
"Hi!" If Valentine smiled at that, it wasn't his fault. This was the best thing that happened today.
"I swear, when we got you into Stuart we hoped you'd do better than this," Mr. Wright sighed, getting up from his chair. "Excuse me, Moore, it seems like something more... urgent came up."
"Oh no, it's… it's all fine. I'll leave! It's okay!"
"I apologize, Moore."
As Valentine rushed to get up and leave, Logan put a hand on his son's shoulder, trying to make him calm down. The redness still persisted, but his smile cracked, and the twinkle of joy in his eyes teeny off as a blanket of disappointment fell on him.
"We're in trouble, aren't we?"
"You're not. AJ, though, is in so much trouble. Now show me the damage. I'll talk to Ramsey."
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"So how are you guys doing?" Julian asked through FaceTime, watching his family eat dinner while he had his lunch break on set. Jerry, their newest cat, was also on the table to eat his own dinner. Natalie was paying more attention to him than she was to her dinner.
Johnny kinda wanted to poke her to answer him.
"We're all fine," Logan told him, ignoring the kids to a degree. "Did you watch the regionals video?"
"I did. So did half the cast. Good job on that. Nice song choices too, Squid."
"Thanks," Logan snorted, then turned to nudge Johnny. "Did you hear your pops?"
"I did." He went bright red. "I… I chose the second one."
Julian chuckled at that. "Yeah? No shit, Johnny. Was it inspired by someone special?"
"Yeah… I mean—"
"It certainly looked like it. Reminded me of the Hummel-Sottos back when we were juniors ourselves. Ugh, I can't listen to Raise Your Glass anymore without wanting to gag."
Johnny tried to hide. His dads were great, he never thought otherwise! Pops was the more lenient one, the more open one. The one with less dignity somehow. Probably from growing up in the spotlight and being in the public eye for so long. Dad was stricter, less… open, about all the embarrassing stuff, but he was also home more. Less absent than Pops. So he… knew more, about the kids. Pops was the one to go to with love problems, Dad was the one for any other issues.
Johnny loved them both equally. But they were both equally embarrassing, and that was a lot of embarrassing, and he really didn't want to talk to them about his love life.
"So who's the special someone?" Julian kept on teasing. "Who were you singing You're My Best Friend to?"
"Just…"
"Val," Natalie answered for him, making him choke. "He totally likes Valentine."
"Nat, shush."
"Well, did you tell him yet?" Julian raised an eyebrow, laughing a bit. "He doesn't seem like the guy to get… subtle flirting."
"He's my boyfriend now, okay?" Johnny snapped. "I… I told him. After the performance ended. And then we were together for Valentine's day and now we're together. Is that what you wanna hear?"
"...actually yes, that is what I want to hear. Honey, that's great! Does he make you happy? Do you two talk through your problems or do you keep them inside until you'll burn out like what happened when you were in fifth grade? Do you two fuck yet?"
"Pops!"
"Daddy! Ew!"
As Johnny pretended to gag, and Natalie ran off from the table to wash her mouth, Logan rolled his eyes with a smile and turned the call to face him more.
"They're doing alright, J. They're actually doing better than we did when we started going out. At least with the whole… communication thing."
"You assume we communicated ever," Julian joked, making Logan smile more. "I'm kidding… I'm just happy they're doing well. He seems like a good kid."
"Who, Valentine?"
"Yeah."
"He's great… a bit shy. Reminds me of Reed back when."
"Sounds like a blast. God… I miss you guys. I wanna be there, I wanna meet that kid honest and proper… would it be too weird to give them the sex talk through face cam?"
"I think it would be… a terrible idea, Jules. Please wait until you're back home."
"You forget I can still hear you guys!" Came the groan from Johnny, followed by a call from someone to remind Julian he needs to get dressed for his next scene.
"I love you too!" Julian called to Johnny, receiving a loud groan in return. "Lo, I love you so much."
"I love you too, J."
"I'll see you guys in a month, okay? Not too much left to wait. I'll try to find some of those Japanese kitkats you like."
"Thank you. Have a good day, Jules."
"Good night, Lo. Good night, kids!"
Logan hung up as Johnny mumbled a "yeah, yeah" and Natalie came back to the table, still gagging.
"...okay, but did you?"
"Nat, I'm not answering that question!"
"Okay, sorry! Jeez!"
Yeah… this was his family now. Logan still struggled to believe this fact. But this was his family now.
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"How about this argument stops now?" Johnny called right as Julian walked through the door that Saturday afternoon, to catch his husband and daughter standing on one couch and his son comforting a redhead stranger on the other. "It doesn't fucking matter who's a better partner for Mark, he's in a fucking coma. And besides, your screams are making him uncomfortable."
"Do I even want to know?" Julian asked as he dropped his bags, pulling Logan down from the couch so they could kiss. Much to the gagging noises coming from Natalie. "Hello, love."
"Hi, Jules."
"They're listening to The Bright Sessions again," Johnny tried to say, getting somewhat ignored. "It's just—"
"I'm going to my room!"
"Okay! Hello to you too, Natalie!"
That was all about an hour ago, and as things were now, Julian felt far more awake. He took a shower, unpacked his bags, made himself a cup of coffee and now got to cuddle with his husband and their three cats on the couch as their son tried his best to make his boyfriend feel comfortable. The boy didn't look the most reassured though, but at least he didn't seem like he's going to stress himself to death, so he figured it was okay.
"You met my pops before," Julian heard Johnny tell Valentine quietly. "Why are you so scared now?"
"Because I met him as your friend, and now I'm your boyfriend, it's not the same type of meeting!"
"He's right, it's not," Logan told the kids, laughing a bit. "It's scarier than meeting as a friend."
"Dad, you're not helping."
"It's also more relieving than you think, Moore. Trust me."
He sniffled and nodded, trying to calm down more. An uneasy feat, but one Logan and Johnny were sure he could accomplish.
"So… how are you?" Julian asked after a moment of silence, winking at Valentine. "I saw your regionals performance. You did good."
"Th— thank you!" He started blushing at that. "I… I'm good! I think, at least… How are you?"
"I'm very good, thank you for asking. So…" Julian chuckled, taking a bit of a shaky breath. "You're dating now, I heard."
Valentine could've died then and there.
"Dad had to tell him," Johnny tried to explain, but it didn't exactly work that well, as he watched his boyfriend try to hide as his pops kept on smiling.
"I'm not going to make fun of you, I just want to talk to you two. Make sure you know what you're doing, so you won't end up, you know…"
"Like your pops and I were when we started going out," Logan filled in for him.
"Exactly."
"If you want to tell us to use protection, it's okay, I think we know that by now," Valentine managed to say through his weak voice and high anxiety. "At least I know. My parents had our pastor give me that talk when I was thirteen."
"I use protection every time, it's nothing new."
"I'm sure you both know we're very proud of you for practicing that part of the relationship, but there are many more things I'm sure you don't even think of. For example, do you two communicate?" Julian received a very tired side-eye from Johnny and a nod from Valentine. "I'll ask a more specific question. Do you two talk about your feelings? About how certain things the other person does make you feel?"
"What do you mean…?"
"Before Logan and I started going out, I used to be really jealous about things. He used to have a crush on Kurt Hummel, good god, just remembering that hurts me…"
"Does it hurt because Shadow is literally on your rib cage?" Johnny suggests, watching the cat in question curl up defensively.
"No, she's good. It's another kind of pain, honey. But it… you remember when we told you about Adam? Back when Nat was being stalked?"
Johnny nodded, and Val just stared for a moment. "Stalked…?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Adam was my stalker when we were in high school," Julian explained, feeling Logan's grip on him getting tighter. "He forced me to tell Logan I love him. Neither of us were ready at the time, and I wish Adam no harm. I hope he managed to build a normal, semi sane life from those ashes. But he forced Logan and I to have a conversation neither of us were ready for."
"Okay… Pops, why is this important?"
"Because that's what happens when you don't communicate, honey. We didn't communicate until we were forced to. Please don't do that, okay? Can you promise me you'll talk about your feelings?"
"...Dad, what is he talking about? He's scaring Val."
"You're asking your dad and not me? John, I am deeply—"
"Communication is the key to any relationship," Logan said, cutting Julian in the middle and leaving him to play offended. "Consent is just a form of communication."
"One day, you two would decide that now is the right time to start having sex." Johnny started gagging at that. "When that day comes, we both want you to be ready. And it goes far beyond just knowing how to have safe sex. Having a healthy relationship is all about talking, because if you keep it inside, you heard what'll happen. Now, do you two communicate? Do you talk about your feelings, your fears? How far have you gone physically? This is a judgement-free zone, so don't feel ashamed."
"Just… just first base… Val is… uncomfortable with sex… Pops, why are you like this?"
"Because I love you and want to make sure you're safe. You know, some people might not want to have sex ever in their whole life, and that's okay too. A relationship isn't defined by how many times your dick has been in your partner's ass."
"Jules, that's… maybe overstepping a bit. You're scaring the children."
"So let's go back to the talking part. How many dates have you gone on yet? Where to?"
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Johnny drove the two of them back to Dalton the following Sunday evening, and Natalie had a sleepover at her friend's place, so Logan figured he could make something nice happen for Julian's return. They didn't exactly get to do much yesterday, but it didn't mean they couldn't do anything now. So he ordered some Italian food, he got a bottle of wine, he picked a movie for the two of them to watch before regrettably falling asleep on the couch…
"Well, hello," Julian called as he came down the stairs, seeing Logan fretting over his phone. "What worries you so?"
"I'm waiting for takeout to get here… Michelle says hi."
"Well, when did you order takeout?" He got up to kiss Logan's cheek, hugging him under his arms.
"Seven twenty-three."
"And what time is it now?"
"Seven fifty."
"So they're not late, you're just anxious."
"I guess…" He put his phone down, instead hugging Julian. "I just… I don't know, I got excited. We get to be alone for the first time in…"
"Yeah… you said Michelle said hi? How's her and John's vacation in the Maldives going? Do they miss us too much yet?"
"I don't think they do. Michelle always misses us."
"True… oh, she'd love Valentine."
"She already does."
Logan nodded, then buried his face in Julian's shoulder. He was gone for too long this time. Or maybe they'd just gotten used to spending more time together without any projects getting in the way.
For Julian, three and a half months in New Zealand were also getting too much, and he always got jealous that he couldn't see Johnny compete or be there for Natalie while she auditioned for her own tv shows. He felt like he was missing too much. Sure, he took a break after the whole… stalking situation happened, but that was years ago. His return to mainstream just made him tired.
Both of them had their qualms about the direction their lives were going, and both of them were cut off by the doorbell, and Logan letting go for one moment so he could get the bags and tip the delivery guy. But soon enough it was both of them on the couch, eating their pasta and drinking wine and trying to decide if The Favorite was really the right movie to watch right now or if they felt like something less serious.
"The boys really remind me of us," Logan said in the middle of it all, making Julian choke a bit.
"Really? I can see how Johnny reminds you of you, but I don't think—"
"When we started going out," he finished his sentence. "We were awkward at best…"
"Your friends wouldn't let me off the hook."
"Hey, okay, that was mostly Dwight, and he's your friend too."
"He still wouldn't let me off the hook!"
"You know he only did it because he worries for us. Both of us. He did the same to me too."
"Okay, sure… do you think I just went full Dwight on them yesterday?"
"You… didn't. Not really. I think you did okay. Maybe a bit TMI on some details, but…" Julian made a scene of hiding his face in a pillow, trying to suppress his embarrassment. "Jules, I love you, but I don't think talking about my personal relationship history with our sixteen-year old son and his boyfriend is such a smart idea. Especially since it was mine. I'm not the average, I'm the exception."
"Was there any other way I should've gone at it?"
"I don't know, but I don't think two of my own students can look me in the face anymore."
"I think we should both be grateful we didn't talk about Derek's history at least."
They shared a look, their faces bright red and struggling to hold back a smile, before bursting into laughter.
"I worry for Valentine if you would have talked about Derek… Jules, that poor kid is terrified of everything, let's not traumatize him even more. I'm still his teacher."
"I worry more for what Johnמy would've said… or Nat. Oh, imagine if Nat would've heard that… you know she and Emma talk about everything, right? And I mean everything. She would've told her, and then Derek would've known, and then we'd both be dead."
"Let's… let's just be grateful that this talk is over with and that we don't need to advise them on more just yet…"
"More like what? Marriage, having children?"
"I know you're joking but yes, that is a very real possibility for us in the future."
"So let's just… fuck, I can't breathe…"
"Oh, shit! Your inhaler is here, come on…"
"...Logan?" Julian asked after a few moments, his breathing calming down now.
"Yeah?"
"Let's keep the marriage counseling to the future, okay?" He smiled as Logan nodded, leaning over to kiss his cheek again. "I love you."
"Jules, I love you."
"I know. Lucky me."
#kylo cant write#daltonfic#daltonficbigbang#day 43 - jogan#jogan giving their kids the sex talk was the premise#hope I did them justice#sadly tho I am a useless asexual#so hey
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#ew it's KitKat's face#this actually turned out good for an Easter picture tbh#it was one of those accidental ones#I was yelling at my guardian but I just look happish#I'm so orange tho I'm not happy about that#no I'm mad about that#but yeah#reblog if you can with nice tags#I read them all
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Poster Painting Disaster
A/N: Yet another MingKit fanfic for day 9 of Flufftober. I had a lot of help from @rubyleaf who gave me this suggestion. It was great bouncing ideas off you! Anyways, I hope you guys like day 9!
Summary: After getting stuck painting poster boards for some clubs, Kit couldn’t be happier to see Ming coming to look for him...until paint is involved.
Word Count: 1453
“Kit, here’s some more paint. I think we’ll be done after a few more posters are done,” Beam sighed, wiping his brow as he handed his friend a few more tubs of paint. Thanking him with a grumble, Kit placed the tubs of paint down and opened them, dipping his brush in the red paint before he continued to paint words onto a poster board. Chuckling at the irritation on Kit’s face, Beam took a few more poster boards and walked back towards Pha, who looked like he was having trouble putting the paint on the paper. “Pha, you literally have more paint on yourself then you have on the paper, need some help?”
Snorting when he glanced up to see what Beam was seeing was true, Kit moved his eyes back towards his project and moved to wash his paintbrush in the water before adding a different colored paint to it. They had all agreed to help out with putting up new poster boards up for different clubs around their Faculty. At first they didn’t think it wouldn’t take too much time, however, they thought wrong as they were literally there for almost two hours and their wrists were aching from how many times they had to twist and turn them with the brushes. Dipping the brush into the yellow paint next, Kit couldn’t help but think of Ming as the thought of his boyfriend entered his mind. He hadn’t been able to text Ming since he was working hard. His phone must be filled with texts from his boyfriend by now.
“Kitkat! There you are!” Speaking of Ming, Kit whipped his head up in shock as the sound of his boyfriend’s voice echoed around the courtyard, gaining everyone’s attention. Feeling a blush beginning to fill his cheeks as he observed the way Ming was smiling brightly at him as he jogged towards him. Sitting up a bit better as Ming finally stood in front of him, Kit offered a shy smile and nodded towards the spot near him, offering his boyfriend a chance to sit. Nodding like an ecstatic puppy, Ming threw his backpack to the side before he plopped down next to Kit, blinking as he stared at the work Kit was making. “Oh?! You’re painting posters for the new clubs coming up? Can I help?”
“Fine, but do not mess anything up, got it?” Kit muttered, trying not to show how much he was glad that Ming arrived, keeping his face lowered towards the paper. Smiling softly, Ming nodded and grabbed an extra brush, dipping it in the green paint before he began to add some to Kit’s paper. Watching the way their hands worked around each other, Kit felt a small smile rise on his face as he stared up at Ming. Not too long after they finished their third poster, Kit placed his hand down to straighten it before he yelped when something wet and cold dabbed up his hand towards his arms. “Ming!”
Pulling back when his name was called so harshly, Ming blinked and glanced down at Kit’s arm, biting back his cackles when he noticed that he accidentally drew a blue line up his hand and just above his wrist. Letting out a shaky apology, Ming gasped when Kit growled and basically splashed red paint onto him, before taking some in his hand and slapping his face with it lightly. Feeling his jaw drop, Ming stared at the smirk his boyfriend had on his face before he too smirked and picked up another jar of paint. Noticing the way Kit’s eyes widened, Ming snickered and flicked some of the paint from his fingers, causing purple splats to dot over Kit’s face and neck. It was a good thing they were wearing plain white t-shirts or else their clothes would be a mess from how they were looking at each other.
“You’re going to pay for that,” Kit growled, grabbing the yellow and orange paint jugs as he stood up, causing Ming to back up slightly, feeling threatened from the way his boyfriend was smirking at him. Grabbing the blue and red paint, Ming stood up quickly and backed up, trying to get away from the poster boards that were drying. The last thing they needed to do was mess up everyone else’s work. Dipping his hands in the paint, Kit dropped the jugs and stepped towards Ming, holding his hands out threateningly. “Come here you brat!”
“K-Kit, anything but that, please!” Ming pleaded, obviously faking it as he too dunked his hands in his own paint jugs and held them out, letting the paint drip on the cement below them. Peering from the sidelines, Beam nudged Pha and pointed towards the two, letting out a snort when Kit shot forward and smacked his hands right on Ming’s chest, causing the boy to yelp and clap his hands on Kit’s face. Jerking away, Kit rubbed at his face and groaned when the paint spread from his face to his hands and neck. “I got you! Now, what are you going to do, huh?”
Ooooh boy, Ming shouldn’t have done that. Leaning back against the benches, Pha and Beam observed the way Kit backed off slightly before he grabbed a whole tub of green paint and threw it at Ming, splashing it all over his neck and arms. Letting out a shriek at the coolness of the paint, Ming shook his arms slightly before he glared playfully at his boyfriend. Reaching down, Ming scooped out some red paint and smirked, moving closer to Kit who was starting to back away, not liking the look he saw on his boyfriend’s face. Moving as fast as he could, Ming shot out his hand and placed it right over Kit’s mouth, turning his cheeks and lips bright red. Waving his arms back and forth in shock, Kit pushed Ming away and before Ming could even laugh, Kit shoved his hand in blue paint and smacked it over the same spot Ming just got on him, covering his lips and cheeks with the shiny blue paint.
“Ewww! I ate some!” Ming shouted, spitting out little drops of blue paint, causing Kit to break out laughing before he covered his mouth when paint almost dripped inside. Rolling their eyes at their friends, Pha sighed and glanced at Beam, who was probably thinking the same thing he was. They should not have given the option for Ming to help if there was paint involved. They knew that he was a troublemaker and would do things just to get someone to have fun with him. Yet, Kit was the one who allowed him to help. Wiping off their mouths with the paintfree areas of the back of their hands, Kit sighed when he noticed that most of the paint on his lips and the rest of his body already dried...which means he’d need to take a shower. “P’Kit?”
“What do yo-...!” Kit sighed, turning around before he was suddenly brought into a kiss, Ming’s hands cupping his already paint filled face as he kissed him. Feeling his own eyes widen, Kit considered pushing Ming away before he slowly changed his mind and let his eyes flutter shut, returning the kiss before the both of them got the taste of paint on their tongues. Back away, the two sputtered out the dry flakes of paint and groaned when the taste didn’t leave their mouths right away. “God, why did you think that would be a good idea, Ming! Ew…”
“Hey guys. If you’re done being lovey-dovey, then go back to Kit’s dorm and clean up…” Pha sighed, finally making his way towards them once he deemed it safe and he wouldn’t be splashed by their paint fight. Crossing his arms, Kit nodded hesitantly and glanced back at Ming, who nodded as well. Reaching out, Kit shyly laced their hands together before he pulled his boyfriend out of the paint mess that was all over their feet. Jogging up to Pha to help him clean up, Beam gave them one last glance before he cackled and elbowed Pha. “Oh and um...you guys literally made purple all over your faces.”
Furrowing their brows in confusion, Kit turned to face Ming before he finally noticed what Pha and Beam were talking about. All over Ming’s lips, the blue and red paint had mixed and created the color purple. Putting his hand to his own lips, Kit flushed when his fingers came back purple as well before he pulled Ming harder, heading back to his dorm as he listened to Pha and Beam’s chuckles. They were so going to get it later! But first, a shower.
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~I'm a prince!!!~
#ew it's kitkat's face#he/him pls!#feel free to rb#by feel free I mean pls#compliment me too#also if Y'all know if Disney's looking for a curly mixed gender fluid prince hmu#but listen okay#I only look good when you can't see my whole face#and also#my curls need some appreciation bc they'll be gone soon#and I dyed my hair!#it should be red!
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KVAAFCRS: Chapter Seven: A Whole New Day
Chapter Seven: A Whole New Day
Chapter Seven: A Whole New Day A/N: So, it's been a while. Yeah. Sorry about that. But hey! At least it's not been a year, right? This chapter annoyed me greatly. I started out with the list of the things, I wanted to happen in this chapter but it just took off so I had to re-write almost completely to make it fit with my timeline.
Karkat woke up early in his bed in the Slytherin dorms, drew back the curtains and was met with a faintly familiar face. The red-eyed boy from yesterday. Caliban or something.
"Good morning?" Karkat remembered how he'd blown up yesterday, and wanted to at least pretend to be somewhat polite. It wouldn't do to make too many enemies. That could wait until next year.
Caliban-whatever took that as an invitation and stepped closer.
"I believe that we got on the wrong foot yesterday. And I wished to remedy that. As I mentioned last evening, we Slytherins must stand together. The rest of the school looks down on us, and we must not show any weaknesses, especially not amongst ourselves. So, I would like to offer my hand, maybe not in friendship, but as allies. You need one, don't you?" Caliban-whatever held out his hand in invitation. Karkat didn't like the gleam in the other boy's eyes, but he didn't really have a choice, did he? Karkat was sure, if he didn't accept, he would be thrown to the wolves. Better be one of them, than their food.
He shook the offered hand and his headache lifted a bit.
~naknaknak~
The first day of school was crap. It usually was anywhere else, but Karkat was pretty sure that the first day was supposed to be a way of gently introducing to the classes, get to know each other and the teacher, and then perhaps get a plan on the different subjects. Hogwarts had obviously never heard of that. When they arrived at the classrooms, they were told to sit down, find their books, told what was expected of them, a quick explanation what the class was about, and then they jumped straight into it! They were supposed to try and transfigure a match into a needle in their first transfiguration class, for fucks sake!
Karkat had never been taught at a public school before, no he had always been home-schooled along with Kankri. Speaking of Kankri, it seemed like the world was trying its damned hardest for them not to meet up. When Karkat had woken up that morning he had decided he would have a talk with his brother and make sure they were still alright. But when he had arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast, he learned that Kankri had already eaten and left for his first classes. Karkat had then tried to follow and meet up before classes started, but the annoying kid, John had apparently spotted him and chatted him up all morning, right before classes had begun. Great.
And now he was here; in Transfiguration. Unable to focus, out of mind, worrying about what his brother would say to him later. Oh, and he had gained a new chatterbox of a follower. Mr-Sunglasses-Inside stole the seat next to Karkat as soon as he could and had not shut up since. One would think that the teacher would put a stop to it, but the kid had a gift of whispering so low that only Karkat could hear him. On top of that, the kid made sure to only speak when someone was writing something down, so the scratching of quills against parchment would mute him out. So, fuck that guy.
"Hey, so what did you get for question 14? I got 257," the guy would whisper. Karkat stared at him incredulously.
"This isn't bloody math, you absolute shitclusterfuck! It's not even an exam and we got fucking Transfiguration!" Karkat whispered as low as he could, trying to calm down and not get a detention. "What in the shitty world are you thinking?! Or is your lack of brain the reason you walk with those wall-fuckers called glasses? 'Cause that would explain everything about you!"
And then the guy would just smirk and snort and return to his notes. Karkat fucking hated him.
Even worse; as soon classes ended, Sir Sunglasses the Worst would follow him around and comment on every. Single. Thing.
"Hey, any idea why the Gryffindors hates us? I mean, I understand they're jealous, because… well, look at us! We're awesome, but still, they always sneer and growl at us. Do they think they’re lions or what? Hey! Does that mean we should hiss at them?? That would be fun, even though, everyone would think we’re furries, or, ew, copycats, yeah, scratch that idea! What about-“
“Can you PLEASE shut your dumbass piehole for just ONE second??! Every word out of your mouth is another nail in my skull, and I feel pretty crucified here! No, I’m beyond that! I’m beyond dead, I’m beyond saving! You can’t even play a pretty little song to the lord of the underworld to save me now! It’s too late! And even if you went so far and saved me, you would still have to guide me back to the living world, without looking back at me, and EVEN IF YOU WOULD HAVE ACCOMPLISHED THAT, I WOULD RATHER RUN BACK TO GET TORTURED EVEN MORE THAN LISTEN YO ANOTHER WORD FROM YOU! SO PLEASE JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BRAIN-DEAD DUMB-FUCKING-“
“KARKAT VANTAS! DETENTION!”
“…Fuck…”
~naknaknaknaknaknaknak~
Karkat hated his life. It was nothing new, but today had to be the worst of all. First, he hadn’t been able to talk to Kankri at all because of the dumbass classes. Second, the classes themselves. They were horrible. Or maybe it was just Karkat. Whatever. Third, he hadn't had a chance to talk to Kanaya, the only sane person at this castle of insanity. Fourth, he had gotten himself some kind of a stalker. Or perhaps his own personal chatterbox, who got Karkat thrown into detention. Thanks, pal! Fifth, the detention itself, which was another thing that made it impossible to talk with his brother. Sixth, his companion at the detention; the blabbermouth himself! How awesome was that?! Apparently the idiot had tried to skate down the handrails of the stairs. He luckily got stopped before he got himself injured, but he ultimately landed himself in detention alongside Karkat. So yeah, his life was the worst.
Karkat tried to concentrate on a very stubborn piece of slimy and smelly potion in the cauldron he was cleaning. Meanwhile, Dave Strider; Ultimate Worst Person Ever, saw this as an opportunity to keep on talking.
"-and it was so cool! I would totally make it, of course, nothing can harm a Strider. Too bad the teacher was there, but I'm probably gonna try again tomorrow, wanna join? You can film me- wait… oh yeah, phones doesn't work here. Dammit! Oh well… hey! We can see what they are hiding behind the forbidden door! That'd be so epic! We can have bragging rights, and if we die, we at least left here in the most cool way ever! Unless of course the only reason it's locked, is because the room is full of deadly poison, then it wouldn't be as cool, I don't know about you, but if I ever die, it should only be because I did something very cool-"
"Like trying to fucking murder yourself by skating down the stairs??"
"Yeah. Something like that. Thanks, Kitkat, I knew you'd get me."
"Kitkat??!! Don't fucking call me that, you spewing magpie! My name's Karkat, not that you will ever need it, because our conversation ends here! Never talk to me again!" Karkat yelled. That would probably have prompted another detention, but for once, Karkat was lucky, and the seventh-year student had left the room five minutes prior to fetch their homework so they could work on it until the detention would be over in half an hour.
Those thirty minutes couldn't pass soon enough.
"Karkat?"
"Kaaarkaaaat"
Kaaaaaaaaaaaarkiiiittyyy"
"Kitkat?"
"Karkles"
"Karkat, are you ignoring me??"
"If you ignore me for much longer, I'll DIE! I need attention to live!" and with that dramatic speech, Dave toppled over the cauldron he was cleaning, getting sticky, black goo on his robes. Karkat still ignored him. Dave would give up eventually. But unfortunately for Karkat, he didn't know his housemate that well. And he had no idea how far Dave would go to get what he wanted.
It was silent for a few blessed moments.
"You killed me, Kitkat… My blood is on your hands… now…" Dave whispered and gave a final death rattle and mistakenly sticking his tongue out. And thereby accidentally touching the dirty cauldron. He flinched back with a scream that made Karkat burst out laughing. The first time he'd laughed in weeks. It felt good. And to imagine it was the pest, Dave, that made him do it.
His head hurt
Dave shot him a relieved smile, not that it was noticed by the laughing kid. Dave was happy. He'd been worried he wouldn't gain any friends, as he was pretty hard to get along with, and while Karkat had seemed like an unappreciable guy, he'd already heard some nasty rumors about the guy, both in Diagon Alley and on the train. And these rumors hadn't lessened a bit, since their arrival at the school. Getting sorted into the same House as Karkat had been a sign to Dave to immediately befriend the guy. Dave knew from personal experience that nobody wanted to talk to, let alone, befriend the weird guy, that everyone was gossiping about. It had taken hours, and the short, angry kid already hated Dave, but now it seemed that Karkat could potentially warm up to him. Maybe. Yeah… Maybe…
He hoped.
~naknaknak~
After the detention, they headed to the common room together, in higher spirits, joking around. That was, until they met one, Rose Lalonde.
A/N: I imagine that most of you would recognize what I was referencing in Karkat’s little rant, but if there’s an unlucky soul that either don’t know it, or if I was not that great in writing it, I’ll let you know that it’s the Greek myth about Orpheus who lost his wife (Eurydice), and traveled to the underworld to get her back. Most people already know this myth so I'm not gonna blab on about it. Cheers! (I also quickly want to mention that again, the way Karkat is thinking about the different houses are merely a by-product of his upbringing and rumors he's heard. I, the author don’t think that way. So, when Karkat associates Slytherins with wolves, that's just because he's a dramatic child that believes everything Kankri told him and from what Karkat can tell how Caliborn acts.
Over and out - TL!
#homestuck#homestuck fanfiction#karkat vantas#dave strider#chapter 7#homestuck harry potter crossover#homestuck at hogwarts
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So.... I wasn’t originally going to put this under a cut but ☞😒 it got hella long.
What’s so quirky about the Amazon forest being immorally burnt down to the ground, is that the reaction time- 3 weeks- was weaker and slower compared to things that actually don’t matter.
Remember, like, a few months ago or something, an idiot teenager licked some ice cream and put it back in the freezer, leaving some poor, unsuspecting customer to buy it and potentially get sick? (Yeah, keyword: potentially.) What she did, and the immediate, disgusted, and viral reaction it garnered, ended up making her the internet’s laughing stock and arrested and charged; IIRC she might even be facing up to ~10 years in prison. 10! BOOYAH! karma, bitch!!!! A clout-chasing insta idiot actually being charged is such a great feeling. Isn’t it? Isn’t it great how something that could’ve been soooo totally bad, was prosecuted. Ugh. I could re-read it for days....if it actually mattered.
Here’s another example: how about more recently, when Disney and Sony played hot-potato with Spider-Man and a fan bases’ collective heart? Sure, it’s uncomfortable to imagine Super Cool Guy being hijacked by people that don’t know how to write, but no one’s dying over this. It’s not life ruining. Nobody is going to die over this cat fight....it doesn’t really matter.
Here’s another example: what about when that idiot youtuber a year-or-so-ago filmed a dead body & made jokes about it? Well, how immoral! Or what about some Grown Up Post-Loser with a lot of power and some dumb stuff he said around the wrong crowd a bunch of years ago getting leaked? How unprofessional, what a schmuck! Or what about this interesting style of dance? Haha, I’ll do it with my friends when I go and visit them this weekend! What about this instagrammers ass and how it’s full of fat! Ew, I see stretch marks. Well, body positivity is important, so, double-tap! This matters! 🙄
lol. I could go on but I’ll have mercy.
This isn’t me trying to sound flippant. So, here’s what I mean:
there’s a pattern of things that don’t really matter getting more view-time rather than things that affect YOU. Things that affect your brothers and your sisters, your friends and the friends you haven't met yet.
If such trifles such as an idiot teen or *someone who doesn’t even exist*, things ending up affecting virtually no one, gets a greater fuss than the Amazon burning, which is a global threat, then there’s clearly a problem with our priorities. This isn’t some *potential* risk, it’s an absolute, unavoidable “risk”. It’s a consequence of greed. And if the already super-fast climate change that Earth’s inhabitants were dealing with wasn’t on-the-nose-bad enough, this is. Right? It has to be! Right....? One thing’s for sure: this is a lesson in greed, and if there’s one big takeaway, it’s that greed with to reigns will literally kill everyone. *Sigh*, break me off a piece of that kitkat bar....!
It’s easy to bite the hand that feeds us. It’s easy to say “well, I would’ve reacted sooner if the media actually said something about this!” They did. And this wiki link shows that it coverage of Amazon’s deforestation dates all the way back in 2009 & 2011- and more notably *this year, too.* This isn’t old! It’s not like journalists hit “send” only after residents started to speak out and we woke up. .....So, if it’s not the media’s shortcomings....then are we to blame for not making this viral? Educated and unbiased journalists have always just been messengers: it’s the audience’s call to pass judgement and start riots. It’s the audience’s call to action that starts charities and GoFundMes for those in need. Are we to blame for not making sure that the things in the past were worth our attention and praise? For making sure that trifles got lionized? For giving fame to nothing? Oh, how grand it would be if the fucking president with so much of the money would fucking act like one, and, oh, how grand it would be if Brazil’s president wasn’t the one fucking causing Amazon’s burning to begin with. How grand! It would be! And yet.
TL;DR We’re being fed an oracle of things happening all over the globe, but the vast majority of us viralize trifle first-world problems as a smokescreen/coping method for a global threats. It can sometimes feel like we have to have an opinion of everything and anything or otherwise we’ll be left by the wayside. It can feel like we need to desperately care about *everything* or we’re not [x] enough. *sips some water* At the end of the day, we’re only reacting to a fraction of what’s going on in the world-and even then, we only remember a fraction of *that.* There are many routes to take after a realization like this: is the right choice to be humbled in this nihilism and become an optimist who knows they know nothing, or a nihilistic pessimist who hates the fact that so much of what they think they know is garbage? Should I choose a middleman of both routes? Should I not change at all? Should I surround myself with people who have already decided how they’re currently going to act; or with people that are still mulling it over; or both? Why can’t I just live in a vacuum? It seems that it wouldn’t change anything to begin with. One man dead isn’t that much of a tragedy, right, St*lin? Oh no, I think I’ve taken the pessimistic route! No, I refuse! Abort!
*exhale* Now, with all this said, it’s easy to feel scared. Clearly— highlighting words in red and making parts of my argument personal— this isn’t an anxiety-reducing scenario. None of my friends are in Brazil, so it’s not like them or anyone else I know (and you too, probably) will be immediately affected by this.
However,
The mood ought to improve.
On one hand,
It’s easier to be more focused on the tiger trying to eat you than the meal on the table.
And plus, the chances of dying in America (or anywhere, for that matter) due to a violent act is so low! In fact, __it’s the lowest it’s ever been!__ So, that’s clearly something to be happy about! I know that, like the Amazon burning down, this might seem like a surprise- it seems that all that’s ever viralized are the things that go wrong. Anecdotally, for me, it seems that only 10% of what’s touched on are things that have the potential to be loved AND are things that mattered. *Sigh*, yes, that cute, small, and fluffy dog was really cute, Karen, but how does this affect my life/loved ones!!!!???? Don’t waste my time, Karen! I have an equally unimportant anim*l crossi*g vaporwave aesthetic post to reblog! Haha, our priorities can be so subjective sometimes. The chunky takeaway of all this is to do everything in moderation. Not everything deserves your care; furthermore, if you gave *everything*-the things you love, hate, and fear- an equally distributed amount of care *each day*, then I, atleast, would be exhausted.
But on the other hand,
There’s no point in growing ulcers from rage and anxiety about things that aren’t affecting you. Yes, care, but do it in moderation. Yes, you can continue to care and fixate about how awful trifle things can be. Yes, you can are about the animals, scientific potential, clean oxygen, etc. that’s being omitted. Care. But also, self care. Things are good and bad. Go figure. Pick your battles about what deserves your time. Pick your battles about what deserves your care.
Being a dick is wrong, and a good stepping stone into becoming an unlikable dickwad is by not caring. To be pessimistic and uncaring is wrong. But to care all the time is also wrong. Moderation is key. With everything in life, moderation is key.
Being told to care *this* many times might either actually be persuasive or mind-numbing, and whoever is reading this will either agree and oblige or rebel in how redundant this whole post was XD. Late night thoughts. Took an ~1.5/2 hours to write.
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Get to Know Me
This blog has been insanely inactive so this idea on ‘restoring’ my blog activity came into mind. As an initial step on sparking the momentum in this blog, I am here, about to tell you 50 purely random facts about myself.
I literally spent a lot of time coming up with 50 random facts. I should have made them 30 or less. But anyways, I feel happy that somehow, I am able to come up with 50. I do not mean to offend others because of my beliefs. If anyone of you got offended or something, just hit my inbox and we’ll sort it out peacefully. :)
50 Random Facts About Me
Physical
I stand 5 foot 9 and a half inches above the ground.
I only weigh 55 kg and if you are to calculate my BMI (Body Mass Index) I’m sure that I am underweight.
I have many zits on my face and I’m not bothered by them. Lol.
My right index finger is damaged. Idk if it’s fractured or dislocated.
I have a pair of adorable dimples. ew HAHAHAHAHA
Hobbies
I can draw.
I do brush calligraphy.
I practice graphic designing.
I do page lay-outing.
I also practice video editing.
I am also into Instagram photography. HAHAHA
I dance a little. Lol
Reading books can save me from doing nothing.
I do not play video games. HAHAHAHA
I play volleyball. (MB / S)
Food
I love Leslie’s Cheezy. Lol (budget version of Cheetos)
I prefer homemade peanut butter than those bought at grocery stores.
I can drink a liter of Eight O’Clock Orange juice in one meal.
Creamline Choco Pinipig is hart hart.
SISIG <3
I do not eat okra, saluyot, and talong bc of their texture. HAHA
I’m always torn choosing between Moby Caramel or Chocolate.
I prefer Beng Beng compared to KitKat.
Fandoms
I am a Hufflepuff and I’m proud of it. ;)
I would rather prefer being friends with Draco than with Harry. HAHAHA
I want to be a ‘Hunger Games’ tribute.
I want to skate like Viktor. :3
Targaryen blood is running through my veins.
I am a Goblin. (iykwim)
Tsukishima Kei is my spirit animal in playing volleyball.
Personality
I am an ambivert but people see my extrovert side more.
I can be assertive or turbulent depending on the task given.
Inconsistency is always with me. :)
I am an ENFP-T
People see me passive/insensitive. (which i’m not. Lol)
I could be too optimistic and I can piss people off with that. ;)
I do not worry things I cannot get control of.
I would appreciate it more when people tell me that they do not want to work with me ahead of time rather than suppressing it and finding it out myself.
I cannot grasp the idea of jealousy among friendship.
I hate people complimenting me face-to-face. I’d rather read their comments or hearing them from others. (lol i know it’s weird)
School
I am an incoming Grade 12 student
I am rocking the STEM strand \m/
I would rather do a task too much ahead of time or exactly just on time. (i mostly pass just on time. lol)
I hate group projects. (i see things as ‘my mistake, my faliure’ kind of philosophy. i don’t want to affect other people’s grades just because of my mistakes.)
I am not a good planner/organizer.
When doing projects, I do not meet my expectations most of the time. lol
I love Biology
I also like writing/communication arts subjects
I strive for high grades because
I want to study at the University of the Philippines (UP) and be an ISKO.
And that’s about it, my twinkling stars! Stay twinkling. Farewell ~
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