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storiesofsvu · 6 months ago

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Alright… season finale night! I am sat with my dinner and ready to GO!

I remember the promo for OG looking pretty good, so here’s hoping that sets the scene for tonight!

Okay, this starlet couple is giving taylor vibes… plus she says her fans can get a bit crazy and she’s had a stalker for years? Yeah… the writers are pulling from that here.. esp cause we already know the shooter was going for the DA so it's not like they're pulling from an actual case of the sports guy getting shot... lol

UGH I just remembered this is Kate’s last ep and now I’m sad (oh god I hope she doesn’t die…)

Man… if I’m ever a suspect I’m totally fucked cause I’m always just “uh.. I was at home… alone.” LOL.

Completely unrelated: I am freezing right now. WHY? It’s summer?! Its so warm outside!

Okay, I thought the find my phone app was only for apple? does android have a similar feature?

HOLY FUCK! SHAW IN THE WHITE TEE WITH THE VEST?! FUCK ME.

PLEASE! HE’S SO FUCKING HOT

“we’ll put eddie on the stand first thing tmr.” Yeah that bitch is gonna be dead.

Yup. Called it.

OHHkay, at least they mentioned a safehouse cause I was wondering why tf he wasn’t under protective custody

Can’t they just charge the guy for the murder of the sports dude and call it a day? Like, he’d go down for that for like what? 25 to life? (like, yeah I *get* *why* they want to prove that he was actually trying to kill the da, but like.. still)

OH MY GOD ESPECIALLY IF THERE’S SOME DEEP DARK SECRET HE HAS!!?? WTF??

Oh hot damn that is some fucking dirty laundry. And let me guess, her dad got the charges talked down….

Okay that wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been

THAT’S THE END OF THE EPISODE?!? DUDE.

Toronto:

Okay, that opening was actually pretty good and nearly hooked me in but I am making friendship bracelets and listening to swift as it plays so im not really paying attention. Lol.

Okay, affair. Sus.

LOL

My dumb ass saw a BTS pic of this opening scene and thought it was from a table read LOL.

“unknown subject” COME ON. You are not criminal minds guys!

K, im loving Velasco and Bruno being paired together, but it is just fueling this thurst…

What kind of person comes home to a dark apartment and doesn’t use their phone flashlight to get around?? Like, candles would not be my first instinct lol

“it’s our unsub” STOP IT! It’s been 25 years and you have always called them “perps” (yes, yes, I know it’s likely a common term among law enforcement –maybe?—but STILL). Like… on cm they have to explain the term to the locals, so this is just a CM fan on the writing team or something and I fucking hate it.

Velasco in yet another sweater that I am definitely stealing.

What happened to Lorraine Baxter? (that was her name, right?) did she step down after her husband died/was linked to a case? Cause I don’t think that was ever brought up but suddenly there’s a new person in her position?? (or was betty buckley just not available for this episode and they went lazy?)

OMG THE INSIDE OF A COURTROOM?? IT’S A MIRACLE.

Phoebe being out of town? Fin denied a beer from Velasco so he can go home and play video games all night.

Jfc. It’s been like 20 years since fin’s been shot. Ice out here earning his cheque this week.

KETO. LOL.

Bruh, olivia’s not gonna buy you fake ass story lol.

“if I say yes can I change the subject?” LOL.

Saw this in the promo and still fucking forgot it was going to happen.

WHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY are we still back with Maddy?!?

All the fans want is some actual family/found family shit WITH THE SQUAD. I don’t know a SINGLE person who has been happy to see any of the times maddy’s come back?

OHHHHHH IM DYING

BENSLERS???!! HOW ARE Y’ALL FEELING ABOUT OLIVIA GIVING AWAY THE FUCKING COMPASS??!! LOOOOOLLLLL

Like, I’m not the person for that ship, but they really have just been bating y’all all fucking season and FOR THAT?!

Oh HOLY SHIT we were actually given a phone call?! Now THAT was unexpected. Like, I GET it, having M or Chris guest starring on the other show would be such a fucking hassle when they have their own shows to run but like, just a hint of them trying to at least repair their friendship now that he’s been back in nyc for what? Like 3?4? years now? And there’s been nothing?? (im likely leaning more into this and being frustrated about it because ive been watching 1.0 again and seeing their dynamic and just how close and in sync they were all the time, like, even 10 years of radio silence there’s gotta be something there. I do get that if one or both had romantic feelings that it would feel like a bigger betrayal that would complicate upon reunion, but like, at the very least have them be besties working diff units please?)

Okay, that episode wasn’t great. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great. Definitely didn’t feel like a season finale…

OC time…

Eli’s gf has to be pregnant, there’s no other explanation imo

Okay now THIS feels like the start to a season finale!

I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!! I KNEW IT! LOOOL to Bernie just instantly knowing.

Family dinner sounds like a fantastic idea now that eli’s gf is knocked up and Elliot doesn’t know and joe’s running around being a literal criminal. I cannot wait to see this Bernie. (there’s no sarcasm there. I really hope it happens)

Does joe know/realize that elliot’s currently working this case? Like, that both of them could get killed when the fact that they’re brothers gets out? (okay we got through the commercial break, I forgot joe was all “I can be your informant” last ep! Goldfish brain!)

God I love Ayanna so much

Where are the rest of the stabler kids? Lol.

Eli out here seriously 100% following in elliots footsteps. Jeeze lol “family tradition” LOL yeah, having a kid right out of high school lololol

LOOOLL to jet starting to explain what a dm is to stabler lol

Im pretty sure they’ve got vests on under their coats but I cant actually *see* any of them and that irks me and makes me nervous.

How is there only 5 minutes of this show left?! How are they ENDING a season like this?! Like this is an ongoing story, the main perp is still out there, on his way to CUBA and Joe is ON the plane with them…

Okay, OC was good, it felt like a season finale minus the Joe arc, I liked the summary of Elliot’s journey and how he’s been feeling and him visiting kathy’s grave at the end too to tell her about eli. Also love that he figured it out on his own that she was pregnant cause like.. dude had five kids, he’s bound to know pregnancy symptoms lol.

Honestly.. I think mothership was the best of the night!

Now we go back to season 3 and continue our rewatch over summer hiatus and pray to the gods that svu next season is better than the crap they’ve been feeding us.

Season 26 Wants:

-Curry & Sykes gone. (it doesn’t make sense for the politics/plot).

-Bruno to be upgraded to main cast

-A new female DETECTIVE who they’ll actually keep on for more than a season or two and we’ll get a good character arc out of her (bonus points for her being queer but we all know that’ll be the reason she disappears instantly) (also I don’t want her to be so fucking green. Make it so that she moved from another state/borough and has been working sex crimes for like, 5+ years already, someone that benson doesn’t need to babysit!)

-She could also be the sergeant if they move fin up to lieutenant and I think that’d be bad ass

-Rollins popping up more BUT, as Olivia’s friend, or a consult on a case with whatever her new job is

-More family/found family moments

-Maybe an actual court room scene once in a while, bring back some of our beloved defence attorneys and give Carisi something to DO for once

-Overall a bigger regular cast. S8/9 was PRIME for that kind of shit cause we had a captain, a sergeant, three to four detectives, an ADA, an ME, and a psychiatrist that were in basically every episode. I know that it’s likely a budget issue nowadays, but they could rotate through everyone LIKE THEY ARE DOING NOW, but with less people, it makes no sense. It made sense when there was such a larger cast cause it’d give one character an episode to show off and then they’d be gone or only have 1 line the next, they’re simply not utilizing the cast that they have right now and it’s fucking stupid and fucking sucks.

I think that’s all I’ve got for now lol. We’ll see…

#spoilers #law and order #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime

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laurenetuttle · 1 year ago

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Moorea Day 2 (July 4th, 2023)

Today was an absolutely lovely 4th ofJuly despite not being at home in the USA for the holiday. Both my mom and I were asleep last night by around 9pm. So we both woke up on the early side this morning, but it wasn’t too bad. We woke up around 6:30 am, but laid in bed for quite the while. It was so nice having a lazy morning where we didn’t have to do anything or be anywhere by any time. We eventually got up and meandered over to breakfast. The breakfast is included in our Costco travel package! It was this very delicious breakfast buffet with views looking over the beach! They greeted us at the restaurant with delicious pineapple ginger juice! My mom enjoyed a lovely, fluffy omelet. And I tried to recreate “fantasy breakfast” with their rice, sausage, and fried egg. We also enjoyed some Nutella on French toast, crepes, and banana bread. Nutella everything!

After breakfast, we wandered around the hotel grounds. We then came back to the room to get ready and finalize our plan for the day! We decided to go into the main town area to do some shopping! We had the front desk call us a taxi, and we befriended the driver, Tom. We told him we were interested in going to look at pearl shops, but didn’t want to spend a ton of money. Turns out, he has a good friend who runs a family owned pearl shop! So we stopped by there and met the pearl guy, Peter! Peter told us all about his family’s history in the pearl business and did a ton of pearl education for us. We learned all about the uniqueness of Tahitian black pearls and how they are “graded” for quality. He was very friendly and was able to switch out any pearls for ones that we wanted in his collection. My mom chose a lovely ring and swapped out the pearl in the setting. I chose a blue pearl and had it turned into a beautiful necklace! We then were driven into the main town for lunch. We stopped at this cute little cafe and had refreshing salads. My mom enjoyed a vanilla milkshake! We then did some more shopping and looking around some local souvenir shops. We may or may not have also stopped into another pearl shop and may or may not have purchased some more items… My mom found a lovely blue pearl necklace and I found a lovely gray/blue ring! We then had the pearl shop call Tom, who picked us up. We stopped by the first pearl shop to pick up our custom order and then went back to the Hilton.

After we got back to the Hilton, we changed into our bathing suits and enjoyed a dip in our own private plunge pool! We tried out our inflatables that we brought with us to Tahiti. My mom brought a lime green ring shaped raft that is kid-sized. It was comical how much it doesn’t work. Our butts barely fit into it. We then went down to the beach and tried out the ocean! It’s a perfectly warm temperature. It was so beautiful! There are coral reefs surrounding Moorea, which break the waves. So all of the beaches are like little lagoons. It was so calm and peaceful!

We then headed back to the room to get ready for dinner. I had ordered a flower crown through the front desk. So we got prepared for some beach/sunset pictures. But, while we were getting ready, a storm came rolling through! So it was starting to sprinkle as we were heading to the beach. We were able to take some cute pics before it started pouring! We ended up running over to the restaurant that we had dinner reservations at! They actually were hosting a 4th of July celebration for the Americans staying at the resort! So a bunch of workers were busy setting up red, white, and blue decor! They also had a DJ playing American tunes. We ended up staying and taking some more sunset pics and enjoying happy hour with some tropical drinks. Then the dinner party started at 6pm. They started with the Star-Spangled Banner, which was nice! And then it went downhill from there…. The service wasn’t great. And it took a long time to get the food. The menu was not very American-themed. We both ordered rib-eye steaks, which were absolutely terrible. Very Smokey and tough. The green beans were good though… They ended up giving us our drinks and one entree for free, which was nice. The food was definitely not worth the listed prices… That’s ok though. Not every meal is going to be perfect. We left with full bellies and the ambiance was nice. We then headed back to the room to relax and get ready for bed! Looking forward to more swimming and snorkeling tomorrow!

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nydescynt · 3 years ago

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I loved this prompt on Twitter but 99% of replies are basically "The same focus on rebuilding and decor that AC:NH had but in [an apartment | space | a mountain town]" so I wanted to move to Tumblr and see if anyone else had input!

Personally I think something that overhauls/improves the friendship mechanics would be good, and I'm going to spend an absurd amount of time talking it through here bc I like the topic and it's my blog 🔫

Core Mechanics:

The ability to foment friendships *between* villagers via Picnics- mini events you activate, and provide food, music, or outfits for!

More complex dialogue! Choices! This is hard to give details for but the true heart of this game type would be vastly improved dialogue options & conversation trees.

Different friendship improvement rates for different actions and villager types- grumpy villagers prefer gifts, sporty villagers like playing tag, cat villagers like to be gifted fish, etc- rather than all actions producing very similar outcomes.

Ability to "Invite a Villager Along" and have them trail after you as you fish, catch bugs, etc.

They will sometimes suggest improved lure designs, suggest where a rare bug/fish can be found, or go pop floating presents for you if you're busy. (To make this not be a farm, they also launch into conversation intermittently lol)

Can also invite villagers along to See a Concert (KK Slider). Possibly invite them shopping, if there's a kind of City Folk-esque main street.

Events:

Ability to plan birthday parties for villagers, as well as various holiday parties.

Lulls in the calendar can have randomly generated event needs, such as a Celebrate My Bugs Day for lazy villagers.

Instead of operating on a strict calendar, CJ and Flick can show up and need your help preparing for an impromptu competition the next day!

Villagers will occasionally bring you their [goldfish | snapping turtle | tarantula] and ask you to watch it while they go on vacation for 3 days. You have to feed it every day! If you forget, the vacationing villager will come back early and be very cross with you.

Clothing:

Everyone has already requested better fitting clothing for villagers, they should do that.

Add a relationship sim type tracking "journal" where you automatically note youre villagers likes and dislikes. Possibly kept simple by having a few specific loves and hates and otherwise being neutral.

As you become friends there's a UI mechanics during shopping where villager icons with different expressions appear along a side of the screen when you mouse over something they'd really love/hate.

Designing friendship braclets for villagers, or being able to collect them from friend villagers- cuter friendship commemoration than having a framed pic imo.

Alternatively, hitting max friendship with a villager provides a unique hat. Completionists nightmare but very funny.

Flowers:

Villager happiness affecting flower spawns!

Villagers that have favorite flower types, and if you plant a certain variety near the house of a friendly villager they'll have a higher chance of hybridizing.

Post Office/ Work:

Have a standalone post office, use as a friendship mechanic and an excuse to improve the letter and gift sending/receiving mechanics.

For a unique role/job that isn't just "Mayor/CEO 2.0", have the player delivering mail as a daily!

Possibly a very funny main game story where you're trying to stop Redd from selling forgeries through the mail.

Daily or weekly 'ads' from Nook Inc that give you discounts, or can add items to your catalog without actually ordering.

Anyways please provide me with your ideas!! Doesn't have to be in this vein, I just love discussing game design concepts lol

#acnh life #animal crossing #animal crossing ideas #long post

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neoheros · 4 years ago

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sneaking out headcanons feat. gym 3 squad ♡ — also this is all gonna be set in an au before or without the quarantine, so don’t leave your house please!! social distancing is important and people are dying!!

kuroo tetsuro

listen LISTEN

sneaking out is terrible and you should never do it because it’s dangerous and risky

and you as the woke and understanding gen z that you are definitely respected that

but , BUT , BUUUUT !

the minute your boyfriend snapped you a photo of him in his car with him rubbing his tired eyes captioned “couldn’t sleep, dreamt of u”

your morals were OUT THE WINDOW and now it was your turn >:// !!!

kuroo: i know it’s 4 am but what’re the chances you’d hop out for a quick trip to chick-fil-a 👉👈

you, purposely taking two minutes to reply: why are you still awake

kuroo, who knows you like the back of his hand: babe don’t lie to me, it’s embarrassing for the both of us x

so you agree !! because it was kuroo, the love of your life, the man you’d simp for, and he’s paying for food so hell fricken yeah

you throw on a hoodie, lock your doors, fluff up the bed to make it look like someone was sleeping in it just in case and you gently make your way towards your window

due to personal reasons, you want to pass away

you suddenly remember why you hated sneaking out and boy — the food kuroo was buying you better be worth it

the only way you were actually gonna get down from your two story house that idiotically doesn’t have a roof ledge was if you grab onto the tv satellite that latched by the sill

from your window you see kuroo’s car parked by the trash cans near your house and he’s got his windshield down signaling at you

mfer pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved as he zooms closer to your figure and he SMILED ?

you were in a dilemma?? and he had the audacity???? the fricken audacity???

kuroo, snapping you the vid he took: babe please you’re so cute you look like a tiny gremlin

you: had me in the first half, not gonna lie

it was a MOMENT for you !! but you just say what the hell and go for it anyways because you only live once apparently and sneaking out with your boyfriend at 4 am was better than sleeping

you grab onto the satellite ridge and you pray for mercy that it doesn’t make a sound or loosen up because if anyone found out you were doing this it was definitely kuroo’s ass on the line

while you’re struggling to get down, kuroo’s just in the car ??? laughing his ass off at your current state and you swear that he’s still taking photos

you get down on the cement safely and instead of him pulling up closer to your drive way naaaah he makes you walk to where he was at 😤

you, getting in the car: if i dump you by the end of tonight, just know that the only reason why i didn’t do it sooner is because i wanted food

kuroo, putting on your seatbelt: we’ll get back together in the morning, i’m not worried

so the two of you make your way to chick-fil-a, get food via drivethru and eat in the parking lot with the doors open and the windows down

he still looks very tired and before you even realize it it’s already 6 in the morning

you catch him yawn every few minutes and he always reassures you that he didn’t mind staying up this late :(

he’s baby

kuroo: lets get you home, are you gonna dump me yet?

you, kissing his cheek: no, i kinda love you

kuroo, less sleepy with a lazy smile on his face: aha simp

tsukishima kei

bro if you think he’s a goody two shoes boy who won’t ask you to sneak out at like 2 in the morning , you are so wrong

canonically, he is the most devious and logical character in the entire anime and if he wants to go out with you before the crack of dawn — he fricken will !!

he’s gonna be so sly about it too, nah, he gon make you think it’s your idea to sneak out

tsukki, texting you a tiktok of homemade shrimp rotini at 2:35 am: look what yamaguchi sent me

yamaguchi, who fell asleep three hours ago and absolutely is not in any state to send tiktoks:

so you’re there like ??????

bruv you were just tryna scroll through your twitter feed in peace, why the hell would he send you that like that’s so uncool

because now you were sleep deprived and hungry

you, close to tears: does your house in hell have a pool or

tsukishima, unnerved: i don’t like the concept of swimming

he’s gonna go on about how he didn’t realize what he did and how he’s kinda sorry for waking your hunger but you weren’t born yesterday !! you smelled BS !!

so you facetime him, ready to go off on how unsorry he is and you can already imagine the shit eating grin he must’ve had on

he answers after three rings and he’s in a MFING yellow hoodie with the dinosaur print in the middle, his hair neatly tucked and you just know that he’s got his keys on his fingertips

you, defeated: i’ve been played

tsukishima, heading out the front door: i deny all accusations

you’re not even upset though because this was a perfect opportunity to try the stability of your roof ledge and tbh? who wasn’t unreasonably hungry at 3 am

turns out climbing out your window was harder than you thought and you may or may not have gotten two new bruises on your wrist just by trying

safe to assume that you fell on your ass and since the universe has a particular hatred towards you, your boyfriend arrived at the perfect time to witness all of it

tsukishima: how are you gonna kiss me when you’re too busy kissing the ground

you, tears on your cheeks: if i wanted a bully instead of a boyfriend i would’ve SAID SO

when you get in his car, the first thing he does is ask if you’re okay though and he’s checking your wrists and hands for any scratches or bleeding because 🥺

tsukki: you’re such a clumsy idiot what the hell

tsukki, kicking down the pavement when you’re not paying attention: 💢🪓

you guys end up going to numerous places because most of the drivethrus in town were already closed

you see him get tired behind the steering wheel and you almost have the urge to offer to drive but you didn’t really feel like crashing his car any day soon so

you: lets just head to starbucks hm? get some coffee?

tsukishima, feeling bad because he knows you wanted to get food: we don’t have to

you, in love with him: if you say no i will willingly walk all the way to starbucks by myself , what , you think i won’t do it

so you guys go there and order a couple double shot espressos with a side of scones and muffins and the entire time you’re just trying not to shiver because name one starbucks you’ve been to that hasn’t been unreasonably cold huh i dare you

he notices this and he gives you his hoodie and ITS JUST THE SOFTEST THING OKAY BECAUSE HE’S COLD TOO BUT HE JUST WANTS YOU WARM

you: i knew it, you love me too huh 😌

tsukishima: unfortunately so

akaashi keiji

AKAASHI IS LEGALLY THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD !!

like he cannot be a bad boyfriend ?? it’s impossible for him to be so ?????? he’s just built that way ????

he’s the ultimate mixture of respect and self love , god was just like “let’s make this one perfect !!”

he’s DRIPPING in love each other juice and he eats kindness for breakfast so ha !

he physically cannot say no to you because he flat out adores you

( except when he feels like you’re wrong or being irrational to which he’ll politely correct you and educate you because that’s on what? that’s on having a healthy relationship ♡ )

so when you hit him up at 5:23 in the morning after a series of tiktoks that he has yet to see and react to you about, he’s kinda alarmed

but then again he’s also not ?? because let’s face it, at this point, he’s used to you spamming his inbox

the last thing you sent him two minutes ago was a text saying “bro just imagine this: you and me at a maccas drivethru with two oreo flurry’s and a box of 20 piece chicken nuggets — immaculate”

and you didn’t really expect him to reply?

it was five am and you were absolutely shit talking but when you saw his face time status go online you were just like ?????

akaashi, snapping you a pic of him under his covers with very tired eyes: it’s 5:27 am

you, sending him back a photo of you and the 2000 piece puzzle you spent the last two hours doing: that’s not a no 💅

he doesn’t reply and you’re not really upset by it because he probably just fell asleep and that was really cute to you so !!

but then two minutes later he’s facetiming you and you JUMP at the sudden ringing

he’s all tired and his voice is groggy and tight but he’s still smiling as he says “i’ll see you in ten”

YOU ARE !!!! PUMPED !!!!!

you won the boyfriend lottery , holy hell

now the only thing keeping you from seeing your man and the mcdonald’s sign was the eleven foot gap between your window and the solid concrete

you’d usually take the stairs but you just know that your mom would absolutely murder you for trying to sneak out when you should be asleep 💆‍♀️

it was either climbing out by clawing through the pipes or not being able to give akaashi a hug and you were not gonna let that second one happen

akaashi, after reading your two paragraph rant on how unnatural it was for your window to be that high: please be careful

you, haven’t slept in 32 hours: screw careful ! i embody elegance !!

in which elegance was screaming every time your pipes squeaked because dear mercy you did not want to die yet

akaashi, who just pulled up your drive way and is now seeing you almost fall to the ground:

you, on the verge of tears: please catch me

AND he does 🥺

it was a close call and he barely even made it to you when you chose to let go but HE DID ANYWAYS

you kinda fell on him rather than landing smoothly in his arms but that’s okay you were just glad you didn’t die

when you both get in his car, he just takes a hot sec to dust you off and ask if you’re okay and he’s so concerned please tell him you’re fine

he’s such a baby please i can’t believe this shit

the two of you end up in a mcdonald’s parking lot with doja cat blaring on the radio and you guys do your best to hold back your laughter as you eat

it was pretty cold and the sun was rising but honestly you couldn’t find the urge to care since the moment just felt so surreal

you: i’m sorry for waking you btw 🥺

akaashi, showing you his new lock screen which is the picture he took of you when he first saw you climb out the window:

you: i’m less sorry

bokuto koutaro

BOYFRIEND OF THE MFING YEAR

i accept no arguments, go cry about it

i literally don’t care what anyone has to say, bokuto is the only man ever ? he’s so deserving of every right on earth i’ll cry

the way that this is the third night in a row he’s stayed up til 4 am and he’s not even alarmed about it

like at this point he’s just accepted that he is nocturnal and that’s that on that !

before he actually had the idea to ask you to sneak out for him, he debated whether or not it was worth it

you needed sleep and you barely got any so when he knew you were resting he absolutely refused to message you :(

but then he also thought about how you would love to have a large dunkin iced coffee right now

and he was already getting ready for his morning fix so why not just ask harmlessly?

if you weren’t going to respond then he’d be okay with that because he knew that you were resting well

but if you were going to answer his consecutive texts with a positive reply then HE IS 🥺 over the moon

you, barely awake: can we get a venti triple shot latté instead , my caffeine tolerance is SHOT

bokuto, snapping you back within a minute: babe you are delusional if you think i’m gonna let you drink that

so it’s 5 am and your parents are in the other room asleep but you know that their jobs start pretty early so you had to get a move on

your room wasn’t that high from the ground to be honest, so you weren’t really worried about falling off

what you were worried about was how dizzy and out of depth the melatonin gummies made you because in order to fall asleep you took 3 and now that you basically forced yourself out of a self induced coma, your body was on the verge of passing away

bokuto tells you that he doesn’t mind if you’re not up for the trip and he’d just bring you back your coffee BUT NAH

you’re not a quitter 🤬 you miss your boyfriend and you are gonna do whatever it takes to spend some quality morning time with him !!!!!

so you throw on a proper outfit, make your way through your window and gently do your best to refrain from yelping every time your hand would slip from the railing that’s keeping your balance

bokuto, pulling up seeing you on your roof: you’re so strong 🥺👉👈

you, barely alive: all for you baby ❤️

he helps you get down from where you stood and he had the prettiest smile on earth i SWEAR when you immediately sank in his cold chest

he apologizes for making you sneak out like that BUT NUH UH YOU DO NOT LET HIM

he is a gift !!! and you knew how tired he must’ve been too since he kept yawning but he still took the time and energy to pick you up 🥺

he fastens your seatbelt in the car and puts the windows up because he knew that the air would get in your face and you didn’t like that

he even brought you a spare hoodie of his because he remembered how much you swooned over this particular fabric

bokuto: we’ll get you some coffee but you can sleep while i drive, ok babe?

you, trying not to cry: are you single because i really want to kiss you

bokuto, kissing your cheek: i’m dating someone i’m sorry

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realcube · 4 years ago

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class 1-A’s love languages headcanons 💕

tw// swearing, crying, she/her reader

Yuuga Aoyama

his love language is words of affirmation

like tell him that he looks fabulous but he is also a talented hero

and. he. will. die.

of happiness ofc 🥰

and whenever you are feelin’ insecure he’ll do a pretend fashion show with you to boost you spirits (o゜▽゜)o☆

Mina Ashido

her love language is physical touch

but not in a *holds your hand 🥺* *kithes🥰* sorta way

but rather in a

“YOU’RE SO FKN CUTE, (Y/N)!!!” *aggressively pinches your cheeks*

and whenever she kisses/hugs you, it’s always a surprise attack form behind

she is also 159cm in height (almost 5″3)

so if you are shorter than her, she’ll sprint up to you and before you have time to react, she’ll engulf you in her arms

if you are around the same height as her, she’ll sneak up to you and try to jump onto your back, peppering you in neck kisses

and if you are taller than her, she’ll grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it

Tsuyu Asui

i think her love language is gift giving

but not typically gifts from the store

it’s usually cute flowers or any sort of pretty flora that she finds on her walks

and she’ll sometimes come to your room just before lights-out and hand you a shiny rock or a colourful flower like “hi, (y/n). i found this flower in the park a nd it reminded me of you. so here, i hope you like it.”

then you cry (❤´艸｀❤) it’s too precious

also when she visits your dorm, she notices that you have a jar filled with all the flowers she’s every gave you and shE BRAIDS THEM INTO YOUR HAIR

and if you don’t have hair, she makes you a flower crown out of them

Tenya Iida

the king of gifts periodt ✋

to him, gift giving is kinda like a sport and if it was, he’d definitely be winning

he’ll be out getting groceries or sumn then he’ll pass the candy aisle and just *flashback to 3 months ago when y’all were studying together and you randomly said you were craving sour patch kids*

then he buys two packs of sour patch kids (❤ ω ❤)

so obviously excels during holidays like christmas, valentines day or your birthday

and if you make it explicitly clear that you need something (ex. water, medication, cutlery, soap etc.) and you will go get it in x amount of day(s)

expect it to be in your hands within 1-9 hours

“Iida, you didn’t have to rush out to get me Ibuprofen - I was going to go get some in a few days anyway.”

“Yes, but as a hero in training, you must agree that seeing your partner potentially suffer to due a preventable cause would be inhumane.”

“I-..”

Ochaco Uraraka

her love language is probably quality time

OR words of affirmation BUT ONLY ONLINE

like irl she loves going on lil’ picnic dates with you or dates to go watch the sunset or star-gazing..or literally anything where she gets to spend as much time in your presence as possible

you could literally take her on a date inside the sewers and she’d be like 🥰

in the moment (during the date) she just looks at you and wants to tell you how beautiful you are but she is way too nervous

but as soon you leave she texts you sumn like ‘OMG >< YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS 😍 AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO BAD BUT I COULDN’T 😩’

also, hypothetically, if she had a phone which supported social media platforms like Instagram and Snapchat

she would definitely be the sort of girl to post cute candid pics of you on any special occasion and i mean ANY

like she doesn’t want to just random post pics of you bc she thinks that’d be weird so she looks for any excuse she can

deadass she’d post a beach pic of you and her on her insta with a caption like, ‘happy pancake day to @y/n.l/n 🥰💖 on our first date we shared a stack of pancakes so this is a really special day for us 💓 i’m so blessed to have a stunning, smart, amazing gal like her by my side always 💕’

Mashirao Ojiro

he’s a physical touch kinda guy

sometimes he’ll randomly drape his tail over your shoulder to pull you close

or he’ll pat your head with either his hand or tail when ever you do anything remotely impressive

“ooh, i’ve apparently taken 17k steps so far today, ojiro.”

then he’d be like “that’s good” *pat pat*

he also gets butterflies whenever you hug his arm or tail while he is talking to someone

AND HE WILL KISS YOUR WOUND BETTER IF YOU GET A PAPER CUT OR SUMN

Denki Kaminari

bb is blushing profusely when you hand him a pikachu plushie , saying it reminded you of him

before that, he was probably a physical touch sorta guy but once he realised how awesome and special that simple action made him feel, he became a gift-giver

however, 99.9% the gift is a plushie and the other 0.1% it’s a doll

(he literally bought a whole fkn barbie bc you owned a dress similar to the one the doll was wearing)

“it looks exactly like you!”

“i don’t think so..” “it literally does!”

anyway, whether he is at the mall, in the town, in a gift shop or at the carnival, if he sees something that he knows you’d like or that reminds him of you, he’ll stop at nothing to get his hands on it

flashback to that one time at the carnival, there was a stall that had a huge fkn Kuromi plushie up for grabs

so he asked the lady running the stall if he could have it and she said it was all his, if he could get a ball into the basket 3 times in a row

-- my man was sTANDING THERE DESPERATELY TRYING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT 😭

and once he figured he couldn’t do it on his own, he got the bakusquad to help him out

(bakugo was all like ‘i’m not helping you, dumbass’ but kirishima convinces him to give it a shot and as soon as he misses on the third shot, he is livid.)

(”YOUR STUPID PARTY GAME MUST BE BROKEN, LADY!”)

anyway, after an hour of holding up the line, the lady just gave the plush to kaminari for ¥1000

but it was all worth it after he saw how thrilled you were 🥺

he came round to your dorm one day and noticed every plushie he had ever given you, sitting on your bed

you told him that they help you sleep and he just..died..

IT MADE HIM SO FKN HAPPY TO THINK THAT YOU TREASURE HIS GIFTS SO MUCH (≧▽≦*)

Eijirou Kirishima

his love language is words of affirmation imo but with a sprinkle of physical touch

like whenever he sees you looking nice or sumn..he’ll just tell you

he has no shame and why should he? he’s just telling the truth

if you walk into the room looking ✨immaculate✨ he will tell you

he’s just like ‘if nobody else is going to say it then I will.’

when your face lights up after he has just told you that you’re beautiful or that you’re one of the most likeable people he’s ever met; it makes his day every. single. time.

the sprinkle of physical touch is because he tells you what he is thinking all the time

and he thinks you’re stunning even when you are lounging around the dorm complex in casual wear and no makeup

so he’s aware that he might’ve watered down his compliments a bit by saying them too often

(even though he’s telling the truth every time)

so he likes to give you hugs and kisses to express his affection without seeming like he’s buttering you up

Kouji Kouda

honestly, idek which category he falls under bc he does so many different things to show his love

like, he’ll use his quirk to get a butterfly to land on your head so you can take the perfect photo for instagram

he always holds your hand in crowded areas so y’all don’t lose each other

(he would end up crying in the corner of a Hot Topic or sumn if he couldn’t find you tbh)

he writes mini-love notes v. late at night and uses his quirk to get an insect or bird to carry it up to your room

religiously takes you out on dates to the park

or library/study dates (p≧w≦q)

Rikidou Satou

acts of service but mostly to do with baking

if his s/o doesn’t like sweet treats then..it just..can’t work

he’s very good at noticing when you are down and what he bakes depends on the severity of the situation

like, if you’re just a bit bummed because you got a bad mark on a test, he’ll bake cupcakes and leave a few outside your dorm

obvs accompanied by a cute lil note abt how proud you make him and how you’re the most diligent person he’s met so he knows that you’ll succeed if you just persevere

and as soon as you come to him with your improved mark, he’ll bake you a cake with ‘congratulations, (Y/N).’ written on it

Mezou Shouji

acts of service. but like..service service

he treats you like royalty-

he is the kind of bf to give you his jacket if you’re cold

he can and will use his quirk to form more arms just so he can hold your bags along with his own

if you enter is dorm and he doesn’t offer to take your jacket immediately then i’m sorry to inform you but that is not shouji..that is toga in disguise

you’ll never have to open a door if you are walking next to him and don’t you dare even try to

just an overall gentleman tbh

sometimes you try to get him to stop being so kind bc you’re afraid ppl will think you treat him like a butler

so he’ll be like “sure ..

i’ll hold just your gym bag rather than your gym bag and school bag.”

“don’t hold any bags, shouji..”

Kyouka Jirou

her love language is definitely quality time

there is nothing she loves more than vibing with you in her room - whether y’all are studying, cuddling, playing videos games or something else - while chill music plays in the background, either from a playlist or from her playing it herself on one of her instruments

and sometimes when she’s feeling especially comfortable, she might hum a tune or sing some lyrics to match the mood

she asks you for suggestions for music to put on bc she loves introducing herself to new music

but when you’re concentrated, she doesn’t want to disturb you so she just puts on a playlist she made prior

she doesn’t create a new playlist each time you hang out but there is at least 10 new songs added to it every day

the playlist is called ‘lazy days w/ (y/n) 💕’

anyway, she just loves hanging out with you bc you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy tf out of her

also - she’d never say it aloud but - she thinks you’ve got a very comforting presence and you make her feel so exhilarated whenever you laugh (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hanta Sero

Sero loves spending as much time with you as possible - hence, he’s a quality time sorta person

but i also think he’s barely a quality time guy bc he expresses his affection in so many different ways

he’s like a mix of 4

( not gift-giving, whenever it comes time to get you gift for whatever occasion, he’s always stumped and ends up asking someone for help)

he preforms acts of service in a sense that if you are both cuddling on the couch and you are cold - even if he seriously can’t be assed to move - he’ll force himself to get up and bring you a blanket

he is really good at compliments bc he barely has a filter so if he sees you looking good, he’ll straight up tell you

plus, he loves seeing your reaction - especially when you get all flustered

and physical touch bc..cuddles :)

to him, there is just something reassuring about having you in his arms

Fumikage Tokoyami

a quality time man mwah

he doesn’t play music on speakers when y’all hang out though, he just likes to sit with you and either mindlessly chatter or chill in comfortable silence

he also doesn’t put in earbuds bc he thinks it’s rude

(you assure him that you don’t mind if he puts his earbuds in but he is always like..no..)

he just loves your company bc he seriously can’t think of somebody he’d rather spend his time with

also he is convinced that he does things 10 times better with you around

when he’s not with you though, he misses you- like- seriously

sometimes he’s just out with his friends or watching a movie with his family and he is just like ‘this’d be more fun if (Y/N) was here-’

and you said that you missed him too when y’all weren’t together

so he did the reasonable thing and made you a playlist for you to listen to whenever you missed him ( •̀ ω •́ )

he sent you the link and your heart stopped bc it was literally called ‘i love you 🖤’ AND THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER TOLD YOU THAT AAAAA

‘you’re so sweet, tokoyami 🥺 i love you tooooo’

and good thing that was over text bc otherwise you would’ve seen him blushing profusely (= ╯▽╰ = )

as for the contents of the playlist; it’s probably quite diverse

some alt pop, some indie, a bit of R&B, pop rock and a lot of Metal/Rock

Shouto Todoroki

his love language is acts of service

most of them are school related though

he can easily tell if you’re struggling with the coursework and asks you if you want go on a lil study date at the library or in his dorm

he also helps you with homework or explains the material to you if you don’t understand it

and he’s the best teacher since he’s extremely patient and well-spoken

if you’re feeling under the weather, he’ll head to your dorm to fetch your notebook so he can write the class notes for you

and he’ll put in the effort to make them as similar to your other notes as he can

so he flicks through the pages and (for example) if you have a highlighting code, he’ll look for the legend and highlight the notes he took accordingly

once school is over for the day, he goes to your dorm to drop off the notebook, putting it back in the respective part of your bag

and the next day when you open your notebook to check the notes, you notice that he wrote a little note for you;

‘get well soon 💛’

it was a simple, kind gesture but the small details like how he coloured in the heart with a glittery yellow highlighter he must’ve took from your bag had you blushing (^///^)

also, whenever you’ve scheduled a study date at his dorm, there is no way in hell you’ll walk into his room and there isn’t 2 bowls of fresh soba sitting on the desk

no way. impossible.

(or if you don’t like noodles, then two bowls of rice.)

Tooru Hagakure

physical touch bb

she just likes you to know that she is there

also she loves how soft your skin is ^^

she really likes surprise hugging you from behind and you’d think that she’d be very good at that considering that she is.. invisible.. but she’s really not

she has very unique and recognisable voice

and whenever she creeps up behind you, she’s always snickering quite loudly

but you like seeing her happy when she thinks she surprised you so you just think to yourself ‘get ready to pretend to be shocked’

so as soon as she wraps her arms around you and goes ‘boo!’, you jump and always say the same stupid line you wish you would stop using but it just comes out naturally

“ope, didn’t see you there, tooru.”

but it makes her laugh every time so maybe it’s not such a bad habit

Katsuki Bakugo

he’s definitely a physical touch kinda guy but tries to be an acts of service man..y’know?

he doesn’t want you thinking that he likes hugging, cuddling, kisses or any of that none-sense bc..he is a big macho king explosion murder

and he knows that if he gets to comfortable with showing affection through physical touch, it’d become a habit then he might do it in public and the last thing he wanted was a rumour coming out that ‘king explosion murder is actually a huge cuddle-bug dork!’

so he hides it the best he can and expresses his love by like letting you wear his hoodie and not cussing you out when you do something stupid

but the fact is, nothing makes him feel better than holding you in his arms - under a blanket or not - with your face buried into his chest and your arm lazing draped over his shoulder

he usually does a good job at resisting his urge to randomly kiss you or take your hand in public

but there was that one time

luckily, it was on a date rather than on a school outing so it was only you who knows about it

it was probably around 6 months after y’all first started dating and he took you on a date to the carnival

there was a gang of boys who looked around a few years older than y’all and they were chatting amongst themselves until they approached the line you and Bakugo were waiting in (to get onto a ride at the carnival) and the group of boys stood behind you in line

at first everything was alright; they were just chatting while you were raving on about the ride to bakugo but he kinda tuned you out after he heard one of the guys say something along the lines of

“she’s kinda hot- a bit young but so fit. i think she’s from the UA too.”

that comment was enough to make his blood boil but a separate comment from one of the other guys tipped him over the edge,

“yeah and look at the guy she’s with. he’s the feral guy that needed to be put in chains at the sports festival - how embarassing.” he snickered, which was genuinely one of the most annoying noises bakugo has ever heard

his voice was low, in a whisper so they probably didn’t expect bakugo to hear it over the background noise of the carnival along with the girl yapping in his ear

but he did

and when i tell you this man was livid

in that moment he seriously considered just turning around and burning each and every one of those guys into a crisp

but the law-abiding citizen and hero inside him said no

instead, he fiercely snaked his arms around your hips to pull you into his chest and looked over his shoulders to shoot literal daggers at the guys

he led you out of the line for the ride in silence and you followed him without question - having heard the things those guys said but choosing to pretend as if you didn’t

“What was that about?” You finally asked as he brought you over to a bench, pulling you onto his lap

“Nothing.” He said, oddly calm as he stared into the void

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to pry as you obviously already knew what provoked him to do that. “I’m gonna go get some cotton candy then. Do you want some?”

“No.” He replied monotonously, allowing you to hop off his knee but immediately grabbing your hand, preventing you from going any farther than arms length from him.

“you needy cow.” you giggled, playfully kicking his shin, “I’m so hungry - let me go!”

“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice. “I can’t be assed to move.”

You leaned back, pulling your whole weight backwards to try get Bakugo to release his grip on your hand and eventually he gave in and got up, sluggishly following you to go get cotton candy

you gleefully popped some of the delectable fluff into your mouth before sneaking some into bakugo’s mouth too.

“are you gonna let go of my hand any time soon?” you asked, wanting to hold the bag of cotton candy for yourself but instead having one hand interlocked with his and the other being used to rip small pieces off as Bakugo held the bag in his spare hand

“No.”

[(a/n): not the over-used jealousy trope 🙊]

Izuku Midoriya

definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy

bc he knows what it’s like to have to go through life with barely anyone besides your mother telling you that your great and that you’re worthy. it’s depressing and traumatic and he wouldn’t wish that misery on his worst enemy

so he’s like your personal hypeman :)

making sure that you always feel appreciated, confident and loved

during the sports festival or anything similar, he’s always louder than the cheerleaders when it comes to your turn to shine

“GO, (Y/N)! YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU! REMEMBER TO BREATHE!”

slightly embarrassing for him but when he sees you smile confidently back at him, every ounce of embarrassment melts away and he is just filled with joy

he gets really emotional sometimes as well

but not like ‘you just faced an opponent and won bc one all your hard work and training - i am so proud of you’ sorta emotional

but like ‘omg you walked into his dorm wearing a new dress and you look really beautiful and you smiled at him so emotions wash over him and he just cries bc he realises how lucky he is to have you.’

he loves to receive words of admiration from you too though

one time you wrote him a birthday card and signed it off as ‘the future wife of the #1 pro-hero’

and as badly as you wanted to just sign it as ‘from the future pro-hero 😘’

you didn’t bc you knew how happy the other option would make him

Minoru Mineta

idk perversion ig?

wait no his love language is titties and/or ass

Momo Yaoyorozu

gift. giving.

like you have no idea how much serotonin she gets when she sees you overjoyed at gift she gives you

bc in her mind she knows that it was her that made you that happy and no amount of trophies will ever compare to how accomplished she feels for being the reason behind your smile

she’s a QUEEN 👑 UGH 😩💓

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 4 years ago

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Birthday Cuddles

Happy Birthday @iloveyouyen 💗💗💗 I love you my little angel💕💕💕 This is for you, bebe!!!

(Pic not mine, found on pinterest)

Summary: Lin’s husband Napoleon spoils her on her birthday. That’s it, that’s the plot.

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Lin

Warnings: FLUUUUF, cheesy fluff, mentions of sex, cuddling, dancing... CHEESY FLUFF

Word count: ~ 1.2k

Title: Birthday Cuddles

She sat seated at the small vanity, wrapped in the pastel pink satin nightgown and matching sheer robe he had gotten her earlier that day. The hotel room’s crystal chandelier sparkled in her eyes as she gazed into the mirror, absentmindedly running the brush through the soft curls of her hair, a soft smile on her lips. The light breeze coming from the open balcony doors caressed her smooth skin, just as her lover’s velvety voice did her ears.

“You are gorgeous, doll,” the tall CIA agent praised his young wife, making her put the brush down as she caught his eyes in the mirror. She blushed at his intense stare. She would never grow used to Napoleon’s praises – they were, just like the man himself, overwhelming from time to time.

“Love,” she sighed. They’ve been over it a million times; without her make-up, she felt everything but desirable, and as loving husband, it was his duty to prove her wrong, day for day. Wordlessly, he strode over to her and planted a kiss to the crown of her head, nuzzling his nose into her hair afterwards, breathing in the faint, sweet scent of her shampoo. His hands came up to her shoulders, thumbs ghosting along the side of her neck in a gentle caress, making her release a shuddering breath.

“Come to bed, doll,” he pleaded and all she could do was nod; there was no refusing Napoleon. Even if you hesitated, he always got what he wanted, playing his charm. And right now all he wanted was to lie in bed, his wife in his arms, after the long day they had.

The day had started with lazy morning sex, round after round, a “Happy Birthday, doll” whispered between love confessions, soft moans and deep sighs. It was followed by a luxurious breakfast in bed and a stroll through the beautiful city of Florence. They had stopped at the various small and expensive boutiques, where he had showered her in gifts. They have had lunch in a small café and after a few more hours of shopping and strolling through the city and bringing all the bags back to the hotel, they had concluded their day with a dinner in one of the finest restaurants in town.

To say he spoiled her today was an understatement, but saying that this day had been an exception because today had been her birthday would be a lie. She was his queen, and he treated her as such. A sparkling diamond amongst shards of glass.

He let go of her to give her a chance to fulfil his plea, and held her gaze in the mirror. Slowly, she rose, the thin fabric flowing down her body perfectly, accenting every beautiful curve. His fingers itched to tear the silk off her small frame, to unwrap her like a gift, but that would have to wait for another time – preferably Christmas Eve, in just a few days. She slowly stepped away from the vanity, facing her husband as he followed her every move with awe. She was an angel, her existence in his life a blessing he would have never expected.

His hands found her shoulders again, slowly sliding the sheer robe off her arms, caressing the soft skin underneath with just the very tips of his fingers, leaving goose bumps in his wake.

“Leon,” she breathed, snapping him out of his trance of being lost in her eyes.

“What is it, doll?” he asked gently, letting go of the thin fabric, letting it pool at her heels.

“Thank you for today, Leon,” she whispered, “It was… I love you.” Those were the only words she could think of right now, overwhelmed by the strong emotions she felt when she looked at him, when he touched her, when he smiled at her. Even after two years of marriage, he still gave her butterflies.

“I love you too, doll,” he mumbled back, taking her right hand in his left. Slowly, he led her to twirl and a little confused, she followed. Once she was facing him again, he lowered their joined hands to be level with his shoulder. His other hand snuck to the small of her back, pulling her closer. Gazing up at her husband, she blushed, her fingers at the back of his neck playing with his hair.

And then, Napoleon slowly started swaying, making her move with him. For what felt like hours, they danced, spinning slow circles around the room, to a tune that was only in their heads. She was lost in his eyes, as blue and deep as the vast ocean, but they held more love than the planet did water. It made her heart flutter; and every time anew whenever he held her gaze.

Napoleon lifted the back of her hand to his lips, softly kissing each knuckle without breaking eye contact. If she had been blushing before, she was definitely blushing now, giggling innocently at her husband’s cheesy action.

Only a second later, she yelped surprised, then giggled softly, when Napoleon hoisted her up and softly guided her legs to wrap around his waist, supporting her with his hands beneath her butt.

“You know I can walk…,” she laughed as he carried her over to the bed.

“But you don’t have to, doll,” he smirked, putting her down on the soft mattress, before making his way to the opposite side of the bed and shrugged off his own robe. Once he had settled in comfortable, she moved into his inviting arms, and rested her head on the soft, furry pillow of his chest, her ear right over his heartbeat. She lets her fingers follow the natural swirl of his chest hair, circling around his tiny, pink bud, smiling when it tightened and Napoleon hissed. Only then did she relent, tracing patterns on his chest, snickering lightly.

“I would stop that if I were you,” her husband muttered, making her cease her giggling.

“And what will you do? I’m the birthday girl,” she batted her eyelashes innocently, her voice teasing.

With a playful huff, Napoleon turned to his side, facing away from his wife. But that didn’t stop her. She shuffled closer to him and snuck her arms around his wide torso, pressing her face into his back, sighing as his warmth seeped into her body.

“Little monkey,” Napoleon chuckled, covering her small hands with his big ones.

“Always,” she mumbled, pressing herself even closer to his back, peppering her husband’s shoulder blade with little butterfly kisses. “Today was wonderful. Thank you, love.”

“Everything for you, doll,” he murmured back, “Happy birthday, Lin. I love you.”

“I love you too, Leon,” she sighed, closing her eyes and listening to his deep, even breath. It didn’t take long until the quiet room filled with soft snores. Smiling fondly to herself, Lin nuzzled her face even deeper into her husband’s back and soon followed him to dreamland.

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tiredassmage · 3 years ago

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Character Profile ❅ Astor Caulfield

But the AU one. Also yes, I just took a bunch of pics in one set, shhh, am lazy atm.

BASICS ---

Name: Astor Monroe Caulfield

Age: 28 years (By approximately Heavensward)

Nameday: 17th sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon

Race: Midlander Hyur

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Martial Status: Single, though still mourning

OC Tags: ch: astor caulfield, vs: dragonsong (the first being his overall character tag, the second being specifically for our lovingly dubbed heretic au x,D, which this sheet is for!)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ---

Hair: Dark brown, usually pulled back into a single, neat braid, though occasionally simply done up in a ponytail. When free, full length hangs roughly about his mid-shoulders down his back. He somehow manages to keep it relatively neat, despite the relatively frequent travel - part of why it’s usually tied up.

Eyes: A pale crystal blue, almost gray if you catch him in the right (or wrong) lighting.

Height: 5 fulms, 10 ilms.

Build: Average, with broad shoulders.

Distinguishing Marks: Little physically that isn’t covered by general physical descriptions. The stark contrast of his dark hair and pale eyes is usually enough to stick to people, if they’re trying, and the way his hair is always braided back.

Common Accessories: Generally carries a full deck of arcanima, regardless of current job. Generally wears a relatively simple band with a small design of blue gems set into it resembling ice or crystal. A simple leather necklace with an aged, once silver (at least in color, if not partially in material) charm usually worn freely over robes and other clothing - an inheritance from his mother.

PERSONAL ---

Profession: Scion of the Seventh Dawn, he supposes, if you’d want to be technical. Generally speaking, just an adventuring companion to the Warrior of Light. Previously, a high-ranking member of Iceheart’s band, and something of an unofficial keeper of their knowledge.

Main Job: Astrologian and, later, Summoner, learned in the course of helping the Scions and Warriors of Light combat the persistent primal threat.

Hobbies: Gardening, a light and quiet enthusiast for drawing (he keeps a small journal of sketches of various landmarks and such from his adventures that he also keeps little scribbles of notes in, don’t perceive him, especially if he didn’t tell you). Let him hear of animals in need of rescue or adoption at your own risk because he’ll probably at least really consider taking them on himself. Occasionally indulges in a little fortune telling with his deck. Not that he’d admit it. And not that he’d do it for just anyone. Usually for his own peace (or opposite) of mind.

Languages: Possessed of the Echo, but native to the Eorzean Common Tongue, both spoken and written.

Residence: He hasn’t really felt settled anywhere since he left Tailfeather and Anyx Trine behind, but likely has a small retreat of a residence either somewhere in Gridania or Revenant’s Toll, so as not to be too far from Scion operations when necessary.

Birthplace: Tailfeather, the Dravanian Forelands. A little north of it, technically. But it’s the closest town, and that’ll do.

Religion: Though not exactly practicing, had offered his beliefs to the Twelve, and selected patron in Nymeia, the Spinner, though adventures since would have made him question a fair bit of things.

Fears: Disinclined to be totally alone, abandoned. Wildfires. Being manipulated and used as a tool or weapon, particularly against the few he does cherish. Not being fast enough to save someone else he loves - and, worse, not being able to do a damn thing even if he was there.

RELATIONSHIPS ---

Spouse: Ysayle. No, he’s never quite recovered, even by Shadowbringers, though he has learned to live with it, to carry his grief and move forward, instead of being held back.

Children: None, currently. Though he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

Parents: A father he didn’t know too well, lost to bandits on the roads when he was sixteen, and his mother, Gaia, lost when he was eighteen to illness.

Siblings: None

Other Relatives: None by blood, though the Scions are something of a found family, with time. He has also endeared himself to several of the dravanian residents of Anyx Trine, and got no small amount of delight in working with the younglings.

Pets: A hunting hawk named Zephira he nursed back to health from a broken wing.

TRAITS ---

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

HABITS ---

Smoking: Never

Drugs: Never

Alcohol: Occasionally, and only lightly. Usually socially.

ABOUT ---

Born and raised in the Dravanian Wilds to a humble hunter and trader and healer who had spent some time studying in New Sharlayan before she had left, Astor would see little of his father in his youth, though he’d know him to be a decent and loyal man. He was closest with his mother - almost insparable, they were just as much friends and as family. From her, he soaked up as much of her knowledge as she could share, eagerly taking after her in learning healing arts from conjury to the art of the astrologians. The young boy was particularly entranced with the art of drawing magic from the heavens and their representative cards. Together, him and his mother ran a small clinic from their home just north of Tailfeather, occasionally traveling into town to trade and work with the hunters there.

On one of his hunting and trading trips, his father was killed by bandits and thieves when he was sixteen, leaving just him and his mother with little closure on the who of the deed - not that it mattered. Knowing wouldn’t bring him home, and they still had lives to lead for themselves, and patients to tend to, so they carried on. Sadly, one might have said it was the first strike of tragedy, as his mother feel ill no more than two years later, and, despite his best efforts both physical and magical, her condition refused to improve until she passed shortly after his eighteenth nameday. Though the boy struggled to grieve the loss of his closest friend, he persisted their work in the clinic for two more years before the Calamity struck and changed everything as all had known it.

In the cold and snows that followed, Astor met Ysayle, and the pair of dreamers quickly grew close. Astor packed up to follow her where her dreams would lead them - into revolution, change for a better future, and an end to a war that had mired so many lives for far too long.

Over time, he became one of her most trusted comrades, filling a role akin to a second-in-command, often tending to their forces himself in the wake of skirmishes and conflict with Ishgardian forces and otherwise. When finally the Scions and the Warriors of Light entered the fray, it was with wariness and caution he met these would-be heroes. His trust would not be so easy to earn; he would not risk all they had worked for thus far - beloved, just hero of the realm or just some overzealous knights filled with lies and duty. Though, if Ysayle deemed them worthy of trust and cooperation... he would concede, for now. But he’d be keeping a very close eye on them.

Ysayle’s eventual death struck him hard and shook him to the core. He was quick to withdraw from their new would-be companions in his struggle to process the loss, though he ultimately agreed to see the battles through to the end - their vision, their dreams, could not end here. As Ishgard entered a period of reform and unrest in the wake of Thordan’s defeat and demise, Astor withdrew further to Anyx Trine, preferring to spend his time with the dragons - the better to perhaps find his own footing in the new unstable ground the nation tread upon.

Eventually, the mage would re-approach the Scions and Warriors of Light and ask, if they would permit it, something of a second try... He... had not exactly been warm with them before then, but... they had helped, when it wasn’t their fight, really... And Ysayle had believed in them. Trusted them. And this was all real... it was really happening... And he couldn’t stay.

He needed a new purpose, a new direction. One he could, perhaps, call more of his own. He would join them in their battles and adventures, if they would be amicable to it... For those they had lost. For those they could yet save.

#character profile #ffxiv ocs #ch: astor caulfield #vs: dragonsong #my ocs #posting this at middle of night o clock but here take it no editing we die like fools #that way it doesn't waste away in my drafts or brain or smth #he's actually a good boy brent he just has a lot of grief to work through #wants to be ur friend okay

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petty-revenge-stories · 4 years ago

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Throw a cup of ice at my head after almost hitting me, okay. I’ll tell your mom when I randomly to run into a week later.

So. I 22F was driving home from Kroger a couple weeks ago, and was turning right on a very busy road. The light was green for me, and even had the green left signal, so I know nobody was in the right to have almost hit me. I get mid way through my turn and this red honda almost slammed right into my driver door. He ran the red light and I instantly slammed my brakes. My car is old and beat up as fuck, so it barely stopped and literally was smoking from the tires because of how abruptly I had to stop. Normally I honk my horn at asshole drivers, but I was too shocked to even do anything. I had lost a friend to a nasty wreck years ago and I immediately froze up thinking about what had happened.

Well. This lady in a red minivan was not too shocked to do nothing, and immediately began laying on her horn and screaming at the guy in the honda, who got out of his car (we were all at a red light now and I was still far behind him because I was honestly scared of his driving) and started pointing his hand in the form of a gun shape at this lady screaming “I’ll fucking kill you bitch swear to god” said “get out of the fucking car” etc. I was completely horrified at this point. While he was distracted, I did snap a pic of the license plate. He got back in the car and began driving right next to the lady screaming the whole time. She cut over two lanes and tried to turn right on another street and I turned right behind her, I saw she had two small children in the backseat and wanted to follow her to let her know I had his plate number. I didn’t even realize this guy was following both of us.

The lady and I both came to a WIDE two lane stop sign and she got ready to turn right and I began telling her “Hey! I have his plates!!” and out of fucking NOWHERE this guy flies between us in the middle of the lane lines and chucked a full cup of ice at ME??? He then took off and the lady flew after him. At that point I was too scared to follow and turned right instead. I pulled over and called the local police to let them know that there was a guy recklessly driving and threatening a woman and her children, and that he had thrown ice at my head in traffic. They took all the info including the plates and let me know they’d be in contact.

One week later, I was at Burger King getting food in the same side of town and I see the red honda. I looked at the photo I had and knew it was the same one. My car is very identifiable because of the stickers so I got ready to just leave before he saw, and to my surprise, a middle aged blonde woman got out of the car. I asked her if this was her car, It was. she said her name was on the title and asked why. I said “do you have a son? Because a young man with dark hair and a beard threw ice at me while chasing a woman and her children through traffic.” she said she didn’t have a son and started to walk away. she instantly came back and asked if a younger girl with pink hair was with him and I said yes. I remember them both screaming at the minivan lady. She came over to the car and asked if I had a license plate number and I showed her. I also told her I had made a report because I was worried for the lady he was fighting with in the minivan.

Turns out. This is her daughter and her “lazy ass” boyfriend. She tells me that she only lets them drive the car in Harrison (the town she works) while she is working so they can do doordash and pay for groceries at their house. They are both grown and live rent free. I told her where it happened which was in a whole other town, and she began fuming. Going on about how she’s told her daughter not to let this guy drive that car, she’s told them not to smoke cigs in the car before, she’s found cig butts and blunts in her car and the boyfriend has actually wrecked before and hit somebody resulting in the Mom having to deal with it because the car is in her name. She tells me that was it for her. I asked what she meant and she held up a finger to tell me to hold on, and dialed a phone number. This lady started screaming her head off to her daughter telling her it’s time to pack her shit up, and the boyfriends and get the fuck out of her house. She told them they had till 10pm to be gone or she’d be coming back with the same police I made a report to, and that she knows they threw a mcdonald’s cup of ice at somebody, and almost hurt another woman and her children.

I was in complete shock. I apologized for having told the police since it’s her car and she said she didn’t care and was glad I did, that she’d deal with it later. Moral of the story? Don’t drive your girlfriends mom’s car without her permission, almost wreck, assault someone in traffic, and continue to recklessly drive.

TL:DR - a guy almost hit me with his car, threw a cup of ice at me and threatened a woman and her children for honking. i ran into his girlfriends mom driving the same car and told her, and she kicked them both out of her house.

(source) story by (/u/thebridgexx)

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cali-holland · 4 years ago

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Wrong Twin- Harry Holland One Shot

Pairing: Harry Holland X Reader

Prompt: You and Harry have your first big fight and you call him the one thing he never wanted to be called- your ex’s name, his brother’s name, Sam.

Word Count: 3000

Masterlist Harry Holland Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, maybe a mention of anxiety?

A/N: This may have been loosely based on another part of last man standing but i’ll never tell ahaha; also i was too lazy to find a pic/gif

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June 23rd was considerably your least favorite day of the year. It used to be your favorite day of the year. Well, it was for a year.

You know how you can grow up with someone and be their best friend, and then they ask you out and you say yes because you thought you liked them romantically and they thought they liked you that way too, but then after a year together, you both realize you don’t actually like each other in that way, so you decide to mutually breakup?

Yeah, that was your relationship with Sam. Sam Holland. Your ex-boyfriend.

And that was why you found yourself wide awake at four in the morning, unable to sleep on June 23rd. If you two were still together, it would have been your three year anniversary as weird as that is to say now, especially considering it was a completely mutual breakup and you were both now fully committed to other people.

You finished your four am tea and shuffled back to the bedroom, desperately wanting sleep to overcome you.

“Where’d you go, darling?” You heard a muffled voice ask from under the sea of blankets on the bed as you closed the door quietly behind you. You let out a small sigh, climbing back into the bed.

“Can’t sleep.” You replied, softly. Your boyfriend wrapped an arm around your waist, cuddling into you and bringing you into his warm embrace.

“Wanna talk about it?” He murmured. His eyes were still closed and his hair was falling over his shut eyelids, making you think he was still half asleep or even completely asleep. You ran a gentle hand through his curls, placing a little kiss to his forehead.

“It’s fine. Go back to sleep, Harry.”

Harry. Harry Holland. Your present day boyfriend.

You grew up with the Hollands, and you were best friends with Sam and Harry since you were young. When Sam asked you out, you were a bit concerned that it’d mess up the trio, but it somehow didn’t. And then, when you broke up, you realized that maybe you had been with the wrong twin- can you even say that without sounding like a heartless bitch? They’re not just brothers; they’re twins. There were no problems in your relationship with Sam, so what could stop you from saying yes to Harry when he asked you out over a year later?

The three of you rarely ever brought up your relationship with Sam, even if it did last for a solid year. It was just awkward to think that you’d been with both twins. The three of you were still close friends; you’d even sometimes go on double dates with Sam’s girlfriend. Sam was your friend way before he was your ex-boyfriend.

You weren’t sure if Harry knew about June 23rd. You’d been with Harry for 11 months- the genius had asked you out on July 23rd (you didn’t know what the twins had with the number 23). You kind of had a thing about avoiding both twins, especially Sam, on June 23rd, just to avoid the awkward “hey this would’ve been our anniversary” thought. This year was no different; you fully intended on not seeing them, but Harry had asked you to stay over last night, so you really didn’t know what excuse you could use to get away from him today. You loved Harry, you really did- in fact, you loved him more than you loved Sam while you were dating (well, that was established as a more platonic, but forced romantic love). On June 23rd, though, there was no stopping your mind from running wild with memories of your old relationship. While it was simply just reminiscing on a year of your life, it made you feel so wrong to do that to Harry, but you couldn’t help it.

You didn’t sleep at all between when you went back to bed and when Harry woke up. You were so lost in thought, laying on your back and staring at the ceiling, you didn’t realize Harry was awake. Harry pressed a kiss to your shoulder, making you jump a little at the sudden intimacy.

“Good morning.” He smiled, trailing kisses up from your shoulder to your lips.

“Mhm, good morning.” Your hand went to play with the hair at the nape of his neck as you pulled him in to kiss you again.

“Did you not sleep last night?” Harry asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He could tell based on briefly remembering waking up to you returning to bed and based on how he woke up to you not cuddling him that something was up.

“I’m fine.” You reassured him. You went to kiss him again, but he pulled back with a frown.

“What’s wrong? You don’t typically try this hard to distract me in the morning.”

“You never make it this hard for me to distract you.” You countered, “Are you going to complain about my distraction?”

“I’m going to complain about you not telling me what’s wrong.” Harry was truly worried, you knew that. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what today was though.

“I’m just stressed over work. It’s not that big of a deal, I’m completely fine.” You told him, hoping he’d believe your lie, “Now, you gonna kiss me or not, Harry?”

He smiled softly, leaning in to kiss you some more.

Once you and Harry had finally managed your way out of bed and got ready for your day, Harry began to make your breakfast in the kitchen.

“So, what are the plans for today?” He asked, knowing you didn’t have work at all.

“Girls day with Molly.” You replied, and he looked at you confused.

“Molly’s in town?” He knew your friend traveled a lot for work (not unlike him). Harry set down a plate of pancakes in front of you at the nook in the kitchen, sitting beside you as you split the stack and shared the plate because less dishes.

“Yeah, she got in yesterday.” You lied. You needed the day away from Harry, and you needed to get out of his. Avoiding Sam for a day didn’t quite work when Harry lived with him- and Tom, Harrison, and Tuwaine.

“Oh, well, tell her I said hi then. Where was she this time?”

“Tokyo, I think? I’m sure I’ll know today.” You joked nervously.

“Can I come over tonight then?” Harry asked through a mouthful of pancakes. You were surprised by your boyfriend’s seemingly endless list of questions, but he was a major cuddler and, if he could sleep with you beside him, he would, so whenever he was home, he always wanted to spend the night with you.

“Molly’s probably coming over for drinks, but I’ll let you know, okay?” You placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing it reassuringly. You hated lying to Harry, especially over something as stupid as a day.

“She’s just stealing you all day. God, I hate when she’s in town.” He teased, letting out an overdramatic sigh before tugging your chair closer to you, draping an arm around your shoulders. Harry pressed a kiss to your temple before you both continued to eat your breakfasts.

“I should get going. I still need to shower and stuff before I go out with Molly.” You said, standing from your seat when you had finished the food and clearing the empty plate from the table.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” Harry asked, still concerned over your wellbeing.

“I’m fine, I promise.” You told him before giving him a goodbye kiss. He deepened the kiss before you could pull away, one hand on the back of your neck and one hand maneuvering its way down to rub your ass a little. You moaned into the kiss, enjoying its tender passion. Harry loved to kiss you goodbye, always making sure to show you just how much he loves you.

“Fucking hell, in the kitchen, really?” A voice made you jump back from Harry, but, considering his grip on your ass and your neck, you only really disconnected your lips from his.

“Way to ruin a moment, Sam.” Harry glared at his twin.

“This is a communal zone!” Sam insisted.

“I need to go.” You gave Harry another quick kiss before stepping out of his embrace. You offered Sam a small smile as you left, leaving the two twins alone in confusion. It wasn’t usual for you to just not say anything to Sam.

You spent the rest of your day alone, trying to think of ways to actually talk to Harry about this subject. He had never said anything about you and Sam, but you assumed it was a sensitive topic for him, you assumed he probably didn’t like to think of his girlfriend being intimate with another guy, let alone his twin brother. You knew you needed to tell Harry though; you needed to tell him that June 23rd meant you could not see his brother and relive any awkwardness. You saw a future with Harry, which meant you’d spend a lot more June 23rd’s together.

As for Harry, he spent the rest of his day trying to think of what could possibly be wrong with you. If something was upsetting you or if something was just on your mind, you’d tell him; that’s what you always did, so now why is it different? He thought maybe he did something to upset you, but he couldn’t think of anything- he didn’t even hog all the blankets last night (yes, he was concerned you were upset over the bedding).

When Tom invited him to the pub for some drinks with him and Harrison since Sam was out on a date, he couldn’t say no, thinking maybe a beer or two will enlighten him on how he messed up. He tried to clear his mind of his concerns over you; you were out with your friend, he had no reason to be worried. Or so he thought.

“What’re you looking at?” Tom asked, noticing his younger brother’s face fall as he stared at his phone. He looked over Harry’s shoulder to see Harry was on Instagram, viewing a story.

“Who is that?” Harrison questioned.

“Molly.” Harry replied, replaying the story to see your friend, smiling brightly in Tokyo. She wasn’t back; you had lied to him. “Y/N lied to me.”

“Oh shit.” was all Tom could get out as Harrison still tried to connect the dots between this Molly girl and you.

“She said she was with her friend, but her friend’s in Japan.” He exited out of the app and locked his phone, shoving into his pocket. He drank the rest of his beer down quickly, too upset to think straight. “I mean I knew something was wrong with Y/N today, but I didn’t think it’d be wrong enough for her to avoid me.”

“Maybe she isn’t?” Tom suggested.

“My girlfriend lies about hanging out with her friend all day. She’s avoiding me or she’s cheating me or both.” He sighed, trying not to go immediately to the worst case scenario.

“Maybe you should go see her?” Harrison offered. None of them knew what to do; it was extremely abnormal for you to not only avoid Harry but also to lie to him- even back before you started dating. He knew everything about you, just like you knew everything about him.

“Yeah, yeah, I should go talk to her.” Harry nodded, getting his thoughts together. He called for an Uber and left the other two at the pub. His mind was racing with plausible explanations, but he kept drawing a blank. He couldn’t think of any reason why you’d lie to him and avoid him; he started to worry maybe he did hog the blankets too much?

When Harry arrived at your small apartment, he stood anxiously on the doorstep. Three nervous knocks later and he was waiting for you to answer, praying that you were alone. He let out a sigh of relief when you opened the door.

“Harry,” You breathed out, surprised to see him at your door. You could tell by the slight red hue on his cheeks that he’d had at least a beer. He made his way into your apartment, his eyes searching the entryway almost suspiciously as you closed the door behind him.

“I know you weren’t with Molly today.” Harry said, his eyes finally landing on you, hurt glistening in them.

“Wh- what?” You tried to play it off.

“Don’t bullshit me. Are you cheating on me?” He asked, his voice raising accusingly. You stepped back in your own confused hurt.

“Why would you think that?” You questioned, but you already knew the answer.

“You lied to me today, and I know you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I just- I needed today.” You said, trying to calm him down. Harry wouldn’t have it though.

“What’s going on with you today?” He pressed, “And you never answered me. Are you cheating on me?”

“No.” You answered, sternly.

“Then what’s the matter with you? Why did you lie?” Harry couldn’t help his shouting, and you couldn’t help the words that came out of your mouth next.

“God, just shut the fuck up, Sam.”

The second you said the wrong name, everything froze. You felt a thick tension come over the air, and Harry grew quiet.

“Sam?” He questioned, his voice was just above a whisper.

“Harry, that’s not-“ You started, but it was too late. Harry left without another word, slamming your front door behind him. You let out a sob, falling to the floor as you cried weakly. You’d done the unthinkable- you called your current boyfriend not only your ex-boyfriend’s, but also his twin brother’s name.

When Harry stormed off, all he wanted was to be left alone in his room, but the universe had other plans. He marched up to his door and let out a grumble of swears at the locked door. He was too furious and upset to get a good grip on his keys, making him even more infuriated.

“Are you trying to break down the door?” Sam questioned jokingly, opening it from the inside. “Why are you home early?”

“Don’t want to talk about it.” Harry muttered, immediately going to his room. Sam stood there dumbfounded by his brother’s mood. He made his way towards Harry’s room, but paused as he heard your familiar ringtone sounding from the other side of his brother’s door. Harry let out a string of curses, declining your call. Cautiously, Sam opened the door.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, genuinely concerned about his twin’s wellbeing.

“Y/N and I got into a fight.” Harry said with a sigh as Sam leaned against the door frame. Though the twins didn’t really disclose a ton of details about their relationship with you to each other specifically, Sam was worried and so of course he’d listen to his brother’s relationship problems, even if the girl was you, his own ex.

“About?”

“She just-“ He sighed again, “She blew me off today, and she lied to me. It’s like she doesn’t want to be around me today.”

“Did something happen?” Sam inquired, trying to find some sort of answers.

“I don’t know. It’s just like she woke up today and decided I wasn’t enough. And- and when we were fighting, she called me Sam.” Harry trailed off. He felt a knife twist in his gut at the memory. The lightbulb went off in Sam’s head as he connected the dots of your sudden aloofness.

“Harry,” Sam paused as he tried to come up with the best way to tell his brother, “Today is- well was, my anniversary with Y/N. It might not be that she’s avoiding you, but she’s avoiding me.”

“Today? Why wouldn’t she tell me that?” He asked, his voice calm for the first time since he saw you just earlier.

“I don’t know. I didn’t tell you.” He offered. “It’s probably hard for her to talk about. I mean, it’s awkward for me to talk about sometimes.”

“I- I guess.” Harry pondered, “I just didn’t think that your anniversary from, what, three years ago would be that big of a deal for her?”

“Just talk to her about it, okay? It’s weird enough for us to know we’ve both been with the same girl; it’s gotta be weird for her too.” Sam stated and Harry grimaced.

“I appreciate the help, but I don’t need to picture you having sex with my girlfriend.” He gagged.

“Hey, she was my girlfriend first.” He teased, exiting the room. Harry took out his phone to see you’d texted him a few times after he ignored your call, and Sam called out to his twin again, “Call her back, you div!”

Harry didn’t even look through your worried texts as he called you back. He was shocked when it went to voicemail; for you to call him and text him numerous times, you not picking up his call was odd. The surprise wore off as he heard rushed knocking on the front door. A small grin formed on his face and he raced down the stairs, opening the front door immediately.

Before you could even react to Harry’s sudden presence, he had wrapped you up tightly in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” Harry said, quietly. He pulled back from the hug and rested his hands on your waist.

“Why are you sorry? I should be apologizing. I- I called you Sam, and I never-“ Tears streamed down your cheeks as you shook, unsteadily. Harry cut off your rambling with a kiss.

“I know what today is, and I understand why you didn’t tell me, but you know you can tell me anything, even if it has to do with Sam.” He reassured you. “I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating and just for everything. I was being an inconsiderate dick. It was uncalled for, and I never should’ve yelled at you.”

“I should’ve just told you.”

“It’s alright.” He smiled softly at you, before jokingly adding, “Next year, we’re going to spend June 23rd somewhere so far away from Sam that you won’t even connect the day to him anymore.”

“Sounds like a deal.” You laughed, and Harry pulled you in for another kiss, happy to have you back to your normal self again.

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thetypedwriter · 4 years ago

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Imaginary Friend Book Review

Imaginary Friend by Stephen Chbosky Book Review

This is undoubtedly the weirdest book I have ever read.

You might be thinking… but, thetypedwriter you read fanfiction! This can’t be the weirdest thing you’ve ever read! Things like ABO universes exist!

You would think that, wouldn’t you?

But no.

I shall endeavor to give you a spoiler free synopsis of the book first followed by my thoughts and criticism, but note that this is an endeavor for a reason. I have now explained this novel in depth to two different people, and both times I have found myself completely and irrevocably stuck on how to even begin, let alone end.

With that forewarning, here we go.

The novel surrounds a single mother and her young son moving to a small Pennsylvania town in order to escape the tragedies of their past that include the passing of her husband and her current abusive boyfriend.

However, while things in their new home start out well-they find solutions to unemployment, poverty, the son’s dyslexia, etc, things start to go awry when Christopher, the son, is lured into the Mission Street Woods at the edge of town by a voice only he seems to be able to hear.

As Christopher continues to listen to the voice in the form of a cloud, or a plastic bag, or even inside of his mind, he starts recruiting his friends to build a treehouse in the woods that will transport him to a different time and place. The voice, lovingly called the Nice Man, instructs him to finish the tree house by Christmas Day.

Or else everyone will die.

As Christopher struggles with newfound powers and responsibilities, coping with two different worlds, his mother struggles with her son’s sanity, the town struggles with anger, blame, and temptation, and what follows is the chaotic descent of a small town into the throes of good versus evil, love and loss, and most importantly, trying to differentiate what is real versus what is imaginary.

In the simplest terms possible (a facetious statement if there ever was one), I thought this was going to be a thriller mystery book about a single mother and her young seven-year-old son Christopher leaving their home and her abhorrent abusive boyfriend in order to start a new life with hope and potential.

And it….is?

But it doesn’t stop there. Chbosky crams so many genres, themes, motifs, and messages into this book that when you think about it, it’s unsurprising that it’s over 700 pages long with the tiniest, most miniscule font I have ever had to squint at.

However, make no mistakes like I did, this book is horror.

Yup. You read that right folks, horror.

To preface, and I might have mentioned this in another post for another book at some point, but I vehemently dislike horror of any kind. This extends to books, movies, shows, etc.

I understand that horror is a great joy and pleasure for a vast amount of people and that it contains its own literary merit, tropes, and rules, and I can appreciate that for what it is from afar, but I personally take very little enjoyment from consuming anything horror related (I apologize to all the Stephen King fans out there in the world).

I did not fully realize the extent to which this book was a true horror.

This is entirely my own fault. I was very much blinded by the rosy colored glasses from college when I first read The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Chbosky’s first and only other novel.

Perks is wonderful. It is a tragic, yet fundamentally hopeful and loving bildungsroman that shows the beauty and the pain of growing up and accepting yourself. The movie with Emma Watson is what dreams are made of.

I committed author fraud when I picked up Imaginary Friend based on the pure speculation that I would most likely like it since he had written Perks, a book I adored as both a reader and a teacher.

I’ve warned readers against this in the past, but it seems like I should have taken my own advice: just because an author has written one good book or one book you like, does not automatically mean you will like their second book, or any of their other books for that matter.

This cannot possibly ring more true for Stephen Chbosky, as not only are his two books completely different in narrative and structure, but also vastly different in genre and purpose.

I should have stuck with my gut and realized that I probably wouldn’t like this book based off the synopsis, the genre, and yes, even the cover (it looks scary to me, okay?), but I said noooooo, it’s Chbosky, you have to read it!

And this is where we ended up.

First of all, I didn’t hate the book.

I can recognize that it is extremely well written, well crafted, and well developed. I can enjoy a slew of characters, and oh boy are there a multitude to pick from, and I can give credit where credit is due.

Chbosky is a talented writer. There is no doubt in my mind about this. The way he crafts words, the way he plays with texture and space, and with fonts and sizes, is nothing less of sheer brilliance.

He undoubtedly is also masterful at motifs, foreshadowing, and symbolism. Notably, there were so many recurring objects, colors, metaphors, and so on that were sprinkled out so consecutively and intentionally throughout the novel-some I didn’t even pick up until the end-that I was left reeling from how immensely talented and brilliant he is.

Things like his use of baby teeth, blue moon, and fogs/clouds/mist struck me in particular. I know this seems like gibberish, but Chbosky truly came across as understanding what he wanted to portray and how he wanted to deliver it.

However, the biggest compliment I can give to Chbosky is the sheer magnitude of his imagination and creativity. This book almost overwhelmed me through the use of ideas and concepts I had never really thought of before.

Alternate dimensions? Check.

Supernatural powers? Check.

Incredible use of diction and figurative language? Check and check.

Chbosky had so many wild and tantalizing beautiful turns of phrases, expressions, and descriptions that it left me with the same sort of gasping epiphany that Maggie Steifvater’s writing always leaves me with, the feelings that writing can be so utterly beautiful and compelling, that it can be all-consuming as well as never ending with its potential to stun, to create, and to warp to unique needs and purposes.

It definitely was a reading experience quite like any other I’ve had.

Be that because of the horror genre or because of Chbosky’s odd, yet addicting writing style and this has definitely become a book that left me more than a bit dumbfounded. Although I’ve sung its praises and admitted to my own faults at this point, this book isn’t without flaws.

To me the horror genre itself is just not my cup of tea like I’ve stated. Strike number one.

Second, the book was...abysmally long. Atrociously long. As I’ve also said before, I do not mind large books. In fact, big books when you’re reading something you love is a true blessing. Finding that fanfiction at 3am that hooks you immediately and you look up to see its 300k? Amazing.

Starting a new book series that you fall in love with body and soul and realize you have several installments left in the series to gorge and devour? Ecstasy.

Sloughing through a single book that starts to drag on and on repetitiously for what seems like forever? Borderline hell.

This book could have been 300 pages shorter and still contained everything Chbosky wanted to accomplish. It could have had the same brilliant writing, messages, and motifs, but without all of the never-ending back and forth between worlds and battles that just kept popping up time and time again. The abominable length considering its content is strike two.

Last, the ending was a bit of a cluster. At this point in the novel, so much is going on, you are being exposed to so many pov’s that it’s almost stress-inducing, and events taking place are cataclysmic and 10/10 on drama. Chbosky bit off more than he could chew here.

The book choked itself at the end, which, after reading for 700 pages is not the feeling you want to have. The ending left me befuddled, disappointed, and also bereft of a conclusive end and explanation for the shitstorm that had just rained down. It was not the ending I wanted, could understand, or could even really grasp. Strike three.

This book has a plethora of merits followed by three enormous criticisms. If you like horror, then you’ve already crossed hurdle number one. If you can accept it’s repellant length (let alone have days upon days of free time to actually ingest said behemoth) then that’s hurdle number two.

Hurdle three is up to you. Perhaps you would like the ending where as I found it lacking in structure, content, and answers. I like my endings tied up with neat little bows. I don’t like to be left thinking...hmmmm what does this mean?

If I am going to read your massive book, I deserve an ending that satisfies the journey. Authors telling readers that it’s up for interpretation makes me want to strangle something. It comes across as enormously pretentious to me and oftentimes lazy.

In the case of Chbosky, I think he had given himself so many loose threads that the neat little bow I desired was next to impossible.

So he didn’t even try.

Score: 6/10

Recommendation: If you love The Shining, are lacking bouts of creativity and imagination, have lots of free time during Quarantine, and don’t mind having an Inception-esque ending where you might not get all the answers you want, while being tasked with concocting it for yourself, Imaginary Friend might be your new best friend.

Bonus: Here’s a pic of my kitty photo bombing this book shoot. Hope she brightens your day!

#imaginary friend #stephen chbosky #perks of being a wallflower #horror #horror book #stephen king #the shining #literature #books #book blog #book review #book rec #Book Recommendations #book reflection #book analysis #popular fiction #top books #booklover #book

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anzanxious · 4 years ago

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For when you want to rant about pokespe.

I shall start. Thank you me, for knowing that I would need to rant.

Ok so it starts with Red catching a pokemon for a kid with his polywhirl. He hears from those kids about the infamous Professor Oak’s grandson had come from abroad to get a Pokedex from his grandpa. Red was like “I wonder why this Prof Oak is so famous.” So he goes to the lab and accidentally lets all the pokemon out.

Prof.Oak thinks that he was a thief but he was like I”M NOT! And then they go and find all the Pokemon. The last Pokemon had went to Viridian, it was a Bulbasaur. It was very scared but Red was Red and got him to come with him.

Prof. Oak said that he could choose a Pokemon and Red chose Bulbasaur and named him Saur.

Red went to the forest saw some shady people looking for a pokemon *cough* Mew *cough* and he found Mew tried to beat it and lost. Green Oak being Green Oak made fun of him and they battled and Green won. Then Red pestered him about his name. Green got agitated and told his name.

Red goes to Pewter and catches a thief named Pikachu. They didnt get along. And then they go to Pewter to defeat the Gym leader-Brock. Pikachu gives Red a hard time and blah blah Pikachu uses Thunderbolt on Red.

Red & Green meet again. They fought over a Ninetails and then Green was like “Its mine.” and Red was yelling but didnt say anything more.

They go their different ways and find out they accidentally switched their Pokemon. So Green trains Red’s extremely lazy Pokemon and Red tries to keep up with Green’s

Long story short They return pokemon while Green yelled at Red. Red goes to Cerulean gets the Gym badge and meets Blue who has stolen something from Team Rocket and Team Rocket is after her.

Red fights them and wins and says “Dont mess with a trainer that has two gym badges.”

....Blue steals the Gym Badges. Oh I forgot Blue also scams Red. Red gets angry tracks her down and gets his gym badges back. Oh and Blue also steals his line of “Dont mess with a trainer with two badges.”

Oh I forgot to add you see that Blue has a Jigglypuff and Squirtell.

He goes to Cellidon beats the Gym leader catches some pokemon from the Safari Zone. Oh and he got Gyrados from Misty somewhere in between.

Okie! He went to Celadon beat the Gym leader, went to Vermillion accidentally got on a ship with L.T Surge who is a part of Team Rocket. L.T Surge electrocutes him many times.

Shoot! I forgot! Ok so Red went to Lavender Town which was supposedly haunted. And so nobody went to the tower. It turned out that Green had went there! So Red being Red went in there too!

He finds Green who is being possessed, but Red doesnt want to hurt him. Just saying, I loved the pic.

See how beautiful it is! Ok, moving on Red finds out he is being possessed by a Ghastly. Red defeats the Ghastly. Green comes back to normal. Green storms up higher to the tower while cursing. You see Koga. Green cuts his Arbok in half.

Ima just end it at this! I’ll probably add onto this later when I feel like it!

#Anza rants #pokemon special #pokespe

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pettyrevenge-base · 4 years ago

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Throw a cup of ice at my head after almost hitting me, okay. I’ll tell your mom when I randomly to run into a week later.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

#pettyrevenge #lol #omg

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brialavellan · 4 years ago

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BG3 Oc Prompt

(Finally did it! Thank you @heyitsharding for the prompt! It’s not as complete as I’d like it to be because I’m still building backstory)

Under a cut b/c it’s long

1. Is their name Tav, or do they have a custom name? Any meaning behind that name?

Her name is Moira. She was named by her father to honor his late sister.

2. What’s their culture?

She’s a half-elf originally from Athkatla, but she’s been away from her city of origin for decades. She spent a few years in Waterdeep attending the bard college there but the vast majority of her life has been in Baldur’s Gate.

3. What’s their background?

Well, after she graduated, she found employment with a noble doing basic spycraft and other stuff like that for her patron for a few years. After an intrigue went wrong and she ended up almost dying (and killing a few others in self-defense), she fled Waterdeep, finding employment in Beregost as a court herald for the local town, then moving to Baldur’s Gate to be a court herald there. She’s been doing that for a few decades now (she’s 100)

4. What’s their class? Subclass?

Bard (well, when they add the bard class - she’s a rogue in this playthrough for now)

5. What do they look like? Do you have a favourite pic of them? Share it!

(not a good pic, but I don’t feel like rolling back the new patch to get a better one)

6. Are they a totally new character for this game or are they ported in from another 5e game you play?

Totally new, highly self indulgent creation related to my BG1 and BG2 protag

7. Do they fit on the traditional DnD alignment? If so where?

I guess they’d be close to neutral good. It poses some problems as a court herald because she is supposed to maintain neutrality in the face of injustice sometimes, and what she witnesses sometimes irks her. She has little respect for the nobility.

8. Who is their deity?

They don’t have one. She doesn’t deny the divinity of the gods, but she hasn’t aligned herself to one in particular. It was a minor sticking point with her father, who was a knight in service of Helm and wished to pass that on to her, but he still supported her nonetheless.

9. What’s their favourite spell or ability?

She doesn’t have a particular “favorite” but she does admit sometimes she’ll use a mage hand cantrip when she’s feeling lazy

10. Who do they get on best with in the party?

She gets along best with Gale and Wyll

11. Who do they not get on with in the party?

She really tries, but she cannot vibe with Lae’zel being so, as she perceives them to be, cold and brutal for literally no reason. Conversely, Lae’zel thinks she is too soft-hearted, naïve and weak

12. Any blossoming romances in the party?

She definitely has a thing for Gale and spent the night with him. She won’t fret if nothing comes of it, but she would be lying if she didn’t hope something more happens between them.

13. Who do they dream of at night?

If they ever used the tadpole, they would dream of an ex-girlfriend they were with for a few years with while they were in Waterdeep, a tiefling warlock named Aisha

14. Do they hail from Baldur’s Gate? Are they proud of where they come from?

They are not from Baldur’s Gate and have no attachment to Athkatla either. Really, they are a nomad at heart. Places are just...places. She cares far more about the people she has made friends with - and she has made a couple of friends in Baldur’s Gate

15. Do they have any family back home? If so tell me about them?

Both of her parents are deceased and she has no siblings (and is unaware of any living extended family)

16. Do they have any good friends back home? If so tell me about them?

She has her fellow heralds, but she wouldn’t call them close friends

17. Do they have any lovers back home? If so tell me about them?

They’ve been married to their work for quite a while and as they’ve gotten older (they are, in human terms, advanced middle-aged), they’ve become less interested. Well, at least, they were. Gale is the first time anyone piqued her interest for a while

18. Are they engaging with the illithid? Or avoiding contact?

Avoiding all contact at any cost

19. What do they think of the Absolute?

That she sounds like a crock of shit and she has no interest in anything this Absolute offers besides a cure

20. Goblins or Tieflings?

Tieflings

21. Anders or Karlach?

Karlach. She sensed Anders was lying and turned out to be right

22. Combat or Skill checks? If the latter, what is your character’s go-to method of getting their own way?

Primarily skill checks, usually persuasion or deception. She doesn’t like violence and doesn’t seek it out

23. Did your character pursue any of the possible… cures?

She did look into Nettie helping her out (which failed, obviously) but refused the goblin priestess and Ethel

24. How did they deal with Kagha?

They successfully convinced her to release Arabella (with no save scumming, amazingly!) and while they disagreed with Halsin letting her stay, they didn’t really feel it was their place to question it

25. How did they deal with Auntie Ethel?

Killed her

26. How did they deal with Nettie?

They convinced her to give her the antidote and promised they would drink the poison if they felt the change, which wasn’t hard. She will definitely off herself if she thinks that will come to pass

27. Did they help Barcus Wroot?

Yep

28. Did they help Alfira?

Of course - she is a singer too. The agony of being a creative, she can absolutely relate

29. Did they help Arabella?

They helped save Arabella from Kagha (if that’s what this is asking - I know you can help steal the idol but she wouldn’t help Arabella do that)

30. What’s your favourite sub-quest?

I really like helping the myconids. I just think they’re neat

31. What’s your favourite location so far?

The Underdark. It’s so eerily beautiful yet alien. The one thing I don’t like is switching to party members w/o darkvision b/c then I can’t see

32. Who is your favourite non-party NPC?

Probably a three way tie between Karlach, Halsin and Mol

33. Does your camp have any pets?

Got both the dog and the owlbear cub :D

34. What do you hope will happen for your character in the next act?

I’d like her to find out what the Absolute is 35. What do you hope will happen for your character over the course of the game?

Good things, hopefully!

(also @teknon, I hope you enjoy this)

#oc: moira delryn #her name should be familiar to anyone who had a slightly insufferable fighter/cleric dude in their party in bg2///#call me cringe but fuck it - its easy character creation///

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azozzoni · 5 years ago

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lucas vdh x jens bc it's one of my seven (7) new crack ships 😆❤

I swear I will not get sucked into another crack ship. I will already never recover from elippo and lukes got me too now. This is one time, for you, anon.

“Okay, but he’s cute,” Ralph said, shoving his phone under Lucas’ nose, across the tiny cafe table.

Lucas shook his head at the guy on the Grindr profile. He’d tried Grindr. It hadn’t really worked out for him, although it had successfully outed him to Ralph, who at least had the good sense to help him keep the secret. Lucas just wasn’t sure how ready he was to let the whole world know–or specifically Kes and Jayden.

Keeping the secret apparently meant helping Lucas find someone to hook up with, though Lucas was pretty sure none of the guys on Grindr were his style.

“I’m not going to meet up with a guy who has a picture of his dick online,” he said, giving the phone back to Ralph, who rolled his eyes. He stopped, though, squinting at something behind Lucas.

“Don’t look now,” Ralph said, a bright expression taking over his face, “but there’s a cute guy checking you out across the cafe. No dick pics in sight.”

The cafe was full enough that Lucas wasn’t entirely sure who it was as he tried to glance over his shoulder without being obvious. He caught deep brown eyes darting away, back to the two guys he was sitting with.

“It’s perfect,” Ralph said when Lucas turned back. “A cafe meet-cute.”

“I don’t–” Lucas said, hesitating, feeling suddenly nervous. For all the guys he’d talked to on Grindr, he’d never met up with any of them, had never quite worked up the courage to talk to them in real life.

Ralph reached for his arm, reassuring. “You can do this. It’s just talking to a cute guy. That’s all.”

That was all, Lucas thought sarcastically. It sounded so simple when Ralph said it. But Ralph wasn’t afraid to go up to anyone, to tell them they were cute and ask if they wanted to get a drink.

“Is he still looking?” Lucas asked after a second and Ralph grinned as he nodded. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Taking his hand back, Ralph seemed to laugh, as though Lucas was so hopeless. And maybe he was. Maybe there was no way Lucas should be trying to talk to guys. Why did everything have to be so hard?

“It’s easy. You wait until he’s watching, then you get up and go to the counter. Pretend you’re thinking what to get. If he’s interested, he’ll come to you.”

It sounded simple, too simple, but who was Lucas to question Ralph’s logic? Ralph had been doing this a lot longer than he had.

“Go now,” Ralph whispered a second later, furtive, and Lucas was out of his chair before he could even rethink this stupid plan or why he was going along with it.

At the counter, Lucas stood back, staring hard at the menu scrawled along the back wall. He knew everything on it, had come here a million times. Shoving his hands in his coat pockets, he didn’t dare look back at the table with the three guys.

Ralph’s plan was ridiculous, he found himself thinking as he stood there, frowning at the list of coffees. What was he even doing? He wasn’t supposed to do things like this.

“Any recommendations?”

A voice in his ear made Lucas jump, and it took a second for his brain to process the words, a different accent than he was used to. Flemish, his brain came up with. Belgian.

Up close, the guy had razor sharp cheekbones, soft, wavy hair, and he stood a few inches taller than Lucas.

“Everything’s good here,” he said finally, stopping his eyes from traveling down the guy’s chest. Ralph hadn’t told him what to do once the guy had come over. Flirt! his brain said as Lucas chewed on his bottom lip, fingers closing over the joint he kept in his pocket, turning it over nervously.

“I bet it is,” the guy said, and Lucas had to glance over, had to smile at the way the guy was watching him, as if waiting for him to react to that.

“You’re not from here,” Lucas said finally, and the guy shrugged.

“My friends wanted to go somewhere for the weekend and we’re pretty broke, so Utrecht it is.”

Lucas glanced over his shoulder, but the two guys still at the table didn’t seem to be paying them any attention, fingers entwined and grinning into kisses between murmured words.

“Yeah, they’re sickening,” the guy said when Lucas looked back to him, but he was smiling, amused.

“Then why’d you tag along?” Lucas asked. He knew exactly what being the third wheel was like and how much it sucked.

The guy sighed. “On a quest for good weed?” He met Lucas’ eyes, something suggestive there. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I could get some?”

Lucas’ fingers closed around the joint in his pocket. He could practically hear Ralph yelling in his head–“It’s a line, Luc! Say yes and invite him somewhere quiet!”

Taking a breath, Lucas reminded himself that he could do this. Just talking to a cute guy, feeling the weird butterflies when the guy smiled at him.

“I might be willing to share,” he said at length, pulling the joint out of his pocket. “If you’re interested.”

The guy’s smile widened and he nodded. “Now?”

“What about your friends?” Lucas asked, though he didn’t care about them. The guy checked over his shoulder at the boys wrapped up in each other, exchanging soft kisses that made Lucas’ heart ache just a little and he had to look away.

“I don’t think they’ll miss me,” the guy said after a second. “I’m Jens, by the way.”

“Lucas,” he said, nervous as he turned toward the front door, and he ignored the way Ralph shot him an excited look as they passed by.

The park was only a few blocks down, under pools of yellow street lamps, the gate long-broken as Lucas slipped inside and Jens followed.

Perching on the back of an old bench, Lucas lit the joint, passing it over to Jens.

“So who was your friend?” Jens asked when Lucas wished he was better at this. “The bleached blond?”

“That’s just Ralph,” Lucas replied, dragging his finger through a string of dew on the bench. “He’s my friend’s roommate.”

He’s the only one who knows, he wanted to say, but didn’t.

Jens smiled to himself, as though it was some inside joke. “It seems bleach-blond is the thing these days.”

“I don’t think it’d work on me,” Lucas admitted, taking a long drag, smoke settling in his lungs and he exhaled slowly.

“I think you look good like this,” Jens said, and Lucas glanced over at him, the way Jens bit his lip as he grinned, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Lucas was the one who didn’t know what he was doing. It had always been easy with girls, with no real stakes, no real danger of feeling anything when they kissed, no underlying fear that it was going to mean something else.

Jens’ knee pressed to Lucas’ as they sat on the bench, not insistent, almost accidentally. It should have made Lucas nervous, and it did, but it also felt totally normal, as if he didn’t need to overthink it.

“I like the earring,” he said as Jens took back the joint, fingers brushing against his. “It’s very…”

“Sexy?” Jens asked with a winning smile that Lucas laughed at.

“Maybe,” he said, shaking his head. It wasn’t as hard as he’d thought, sitting here with Jens, no weird pressure to do anything other than talk. Maybe Ralph had been right. Just talking to a cute guy.

The joint was burning down in his fingers and Lucas took another drag, blowing the smoke into the chill night air. His cheeks were red from the cold, but he didn’t suggest going somewhere else, somewhere inside.

“You don’t have any,” Jens said, looking him over, and Lucas shook his head.

“My mom would freak out,” he said, “and I just never wanted to.”

The pressure from Jens’ knee increased as he shifted on the bench, taking what was left of the joint from Lucas. They were closer than before, Jens’ jacket brushing against his, and Lucas didn’t say anything for a moment as they sat there.

If Jens was a girl, Lucas probably would have kissed him by now, would not have cared at all that their knees were touching, that he could feel the warmth of Jens’ body against his, hear his sigh as he exhaled the smoke.

“How long are you in town?” he asked, watching Jens scan the dark park. He glanced at Lucas finally.

“We go back tomorrow,” he said, offering Lucas the last bit of the joint, but Lucas shook his head. Jens dropped it on the ground instead where it sizzled out on the dew-covered pavement. “Anything I should do before we go?”

This was his opening, Lucas thought as he glanced at Jens, and he smiled despite the way his stomach turned over nervously. He should just do it, fuck all the reasons why not. He probably wouldn’t see Jens again and what exactly did he have to lose?

“I can think of one thing,” he said, a lot more confidently than he felt as he leaned in, keeping an eye on Jens in case he moved away, but he didn’t, mouth curling in a smile a second before their lips met.

It was different than kissing girls, not the actual mechanics, but no other girl had made him feel quite like this, like this was how it was supposed to be. It wasn’t even anything spectacular, Jens opening his mouth slightly, soft, full lips against his, tasting of weed and coffee. Jens’ fingers were warm as they came up to Lucas’ neck, not like Lucas’ freezing cold digits that he kept stuffed in his pockets.

Lucas was pretty sure he could go on kissing Jens as long as they let him, exploring each other’s mouths in a slow, lazy kind of way that didn’t seem to be going anywhere else.

The ping of a phone pierced the quiet around them, and Lucas swallowed as Jens pulled back, digging his phone from his pocket.

“It’s the guys,” he said, reading a message on the screen. “They’re wondering where I am.” He looked back to Lucas, smiling slightly as he let his other hand fall from his neck. “I should probably get back and make sure they haven’t done anything stupid.”

Lucas nodded without a word, sliding off the bench. He didn’t need to think too hard about this, about his first real kiss with a guy. It wasn’t that big of a deal, he told himself, waiting for Jens to join him.

“You on Instagram?” Jens asked as they headed back toward the cafe, and Lucas looked up.

“Of course.”

“Maybe I’ll find you, if that’s okay.”

He couldn’t help smiling as they reached the door. Through the window, Lucas saw that Ralph was long gone, their table occupied by someone else.

“It’s okay.”

Jens nodded, reaching for the door. Lucas didn’t stop him from leaving, stepping into the warmth of the cafe and leaving him outside in the cold. For a moment, he just watched Jens approach his friends, who seemed to reprimand him for disappearing.

Turning from the cafe, Lucas let out a breath, heading down the street instead. He didn’t stop his smile, though, as he pulled out his phone and texted a thumbs up emoji to Ralph before tucking it away. Maybe it wasn’t so hard. Maybe he could do this.

It was that thought that kept him smiling all the way home, only stopping once to check a notification from Instagram. He had one new follower.

#skam nl #wtfock #skamnl #crossover #my fic #lucas van der heijden #jens #wtfock fic #skam nl fic #van der stoffels #vds

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