#he never got up in the red/orange one so no good pictures of it whatsoever

[youshouldseemeinadeerstalker]

Taika Waititi’s looks at the MTV EMAs 2022 -All outfits-

[the-faceless-bride]

Hi!! Can I please have a slasher match up? I've seen a couple of yours and I got curious.

I'm pretty short and kind of chubby. I like music, drawing, gardening and reading. I'm kind, insecure, and a little reserved. My favorite season is fall and I really like horror and romance movies.

Thank you and I hope you have a good day,

PhantomCat

Slasher Match-up 💌

After reading I Would Match you with...

Bubba Sawyer 🪚🍖

🪚🍖• Bubba likes that you're short and feels the need to protect you, he also loves that you have a softer body; he likes to wrap his arms around you and gives you tight hugs while he nuzzles your cheeks.

You sat there trying to finish a drawing when you felt two strong arms wrap around you, "Bubba?-" before you could finish he lifted you put with a delighted squeal as he nuzzled your cheek, "aww I love you too bubs,"

🪚🍖• when it comes to your hobbies Bubba also likes to make art, mostly painting with his fingers; he sits himself next to you looking from your artwork back to his, sometimes he uses the same colors but a different look, or he tries to copy your work so you match

🪚🍖• He doesn't know much about gardening, and in the heat of texas, it's hard to keep things alive. But if you ask for help he'll try for you, he likes to make flower crowns even if he can't always get them right, just make sure to tell him what flowers he can pick and ones he can't he'll feel bad if he ruins your garden

🪚🍖• He likes to dance with you, spinning you around and swaying both of your arms as he hums or squeals to the music, he will dance to any song you put on. Sometimes you won't even have music on and he'll still dance, huffing one of your favorite songs as he does

🪚🍖• Now, when it comes to reading... Buba doesn't know how to read, he was never taught and never really needed to learn with his family. But he will enjoy listening to you read or just looking at any pictures that might appear in the book if you're determined you could probably teach him to read, though you'd have to start with an easy book and remember to always praise him when he gets a word or finishes a sentence, he needs the reassurance to keep going.

"yes! Bubs that's it you did it!" you praised, Bubba blushed clapping his hands with a happy squeal before covering his red cheeks evef with the mask you couldn't see.

🪚🍖• Your kindness is what drew him to you as well as your reserved nature, his family is quite the opposite. He was very shy the first time you both met and you're showing him basic human kindness is just too much for the poor guy to handle, and as for your insecurities when you first bring them up, he looks at you before pointing to your reflection in the mirror and when you nod your head he makes a show of throwing his hands up and disbelief and shaking his head before he gestures to himself and shaking his head.

You? Insecure? Bubba is in shock! You are the most beautiful thing in the world to him! If anything he is shocked at how he managed to get into a relationship with you! But Bubba understands, he gets insecure too. But he always has you to help him through his hard times, and he is sure to do the same for you.

🪚🍖• Now, you won't be seeing many fall Colors out in Texas with him but he does draw you pictures of the fall season, or he at least tries from you telling him how pretty it is, he has never traveled far from Texas so he hasn't seen the fall season himself.

Bubba finished the squiggly drawing of a tree with dots and squiggles of red, orange, and browns on the branches, he hopes you'll like it.

🪚🍖• Now romance movies he likes, not only is it because he is quite the romantic but it also gives him an idea of how to be in a relationship as before you he had no experience whatsoever. But he gets scared with the horror movies, even if he had done worse than what some of these movies have shown he still jumps when there is a jumpscare or lets out a frightened squeal when there's an unexpected loud sound.

The loud shrilling sound from the TV made Bubba jump with a shocked squeal as he cowered into you, "aw, it's ok Bubs nothing is gonna get you, I promise I'll protect you." you smile and he hugs you tighter.

¶Other possible matches? Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

[ticklishfiend]

Cool Beans (My Hero Academia)

Pairings : Lee!Ojiro / Ler!Bakusquad (minor lee!bkg, ler!kiri with kiribaku!!!)

A/N : aaa this was a rlly cute prompt, tysm anon! took me a while to write this considering i wasn't really sure how to write for ojiro's character haha. i also don't think the toe bean thing is canon whatsoever but guess what, neither is kiribaku and u dont see me shutting up abt them do u? either way, hope u guys enjoy this!! much love <333

Summary : Denki decides to invite Ojiro to one of the Bakusquad's weekly sleepovers, and once they both arrive, is shocked to find that Ojiro has...toe beans? No way he can't investigate those! (even if they do turn out to be a bit sensitive...)

Word Count : 3651

⚠️quick heads up!! i had to add some lines after the "keep reading" so tumblr wouldn't mess up the writing! pls ignore them, they have nothing to do with the actual story!⚠️

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!! MWAH <333

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“Here, just glue that last paper down and we should be done!” Denki clapped his hands together with a wide smile, his tongue poking out of his teeth in excitement as Ojiro pasted the last picture onto their poster board for the night.

The pair had been working on a group project together for the past two days, and after hours of pretty heavy research and planning, they were finally finished, and Denki could not be more thrilled to not have to work anymore tonight. He’s had a good time with Ojiro the past two days, though, and wasn’t really ready to just part ways with him just yet. He’d never really hung out with the guy much before this, and as it turns out they got along much better than he would’ve initially guessed. No way Denki was just gonna give up the chances of a new good friend.

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“So that’s it, right? We didn’t, like, forget a chunk did we?” Ojiro asked cautiously, knowing Denki was one to often forget important details like that. The electric teen sat in genuine thought for a moment, before popping his mouth with a smile.

“Nope! We’re all good, man,” Denki stood from his spot on the floor, moving the poster over to another side of the room and picking up his bookbag, turning back around to face Ojiro who was busy putting stuff away in his drawers. “Hey, um, me and a couple others are having a sleepover in the common room tonight. Would you wanna join us? I’ve kinda enjoyed hanging out with you these past few days so I think it’d be pretty fun if you went!”

Ojiro looked at him with an almost shocked expression on his face for a moment, eyebrows raised and mouth just slightly agape. “O-Oh, um...sure!” He looked towards his bedroom door a little warily and almost like he was confused, looking back to Denki with a thumb pointed towards the door. “Is it happening, like, now, or…?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah Bakugou and Kirishima already finished their project so they’re probably down there right now, but you can just come down whenever you feel like it! I’ve gotta grab a few pillows and my blanket first but I’ll be down there in just a minute.”

“Alright then, um...I guess I’ll meet you there?”

“Sure thing, man! I’ll tell the others you’ll be coming,” Denki gave Ojiro a big thumbs up before practically bouncing his way out the door and towards his own room to grab his stuff. This was definitely gonna be a fun night.

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It took a while for Ojiro to get his stuff together for the night, wanting to make sure he had everything so he wouldn’t have to walk back to his room in the middle of the night and risk waking any of the light-sleepers of the dorm. But, once he was sure he had everything and had hyped himself up enough to do it, he finally made his way out of his bedroom, walking towards the common area with his pillow and blanket in hand.

Upon entry, Denki’s whole little friend group was sat lounging around the common areas. Bakugou and Kirishima were cuddled together under the same blanket at the corner of one of the couches, while Mina was on the opposing side of the same couch under her own pink and purple blanket. Sero sat on his own little chair, while Denki sat on the floor on top of an orange bean bag someone must have brought from their own room. Ojiro took a deep breath in before marching his way towards them, waving his arm that held his pillow under the armpit.

“Hey guys!” Ojiro greeted with a smile, all the teens turning around to face him with smiles of their own (well, all except for Bakugou, but Ojiro took no offense to that).

“Ayyye, it’s the Tailster!” Sero chuckled from his spot on the chair, giving Ojiro a little nod in welcome. Denki hopped off his beanbag excitedly, speeding his way behind Sero’s chair to grab a purple bean bag he must’ve brought just for Ojiro’s company. He plopped it right down next to his orange one, showing it off with pride.

“Jirou let me borrow this tonight! I invited her over too but apparently she had plans with Momo,” Denki rolled his eyes playfully with a grin, pretending to gag with a finger in his mouth.

“Booooo, love sucks!” Sero heckled with his hands cupping around his mouth, chuckling when Bakugou threw a throw pillow at him from his spot cuddled up against Kirishima.

Ojiro giggled at their playfulness, sitting his pillow down beside his beanbag before sitting himself down on it comfortably. “Thanks for inviting me, you guys, seriously.”

“Babes, of course!” Mina exclaimed from her spot behind Ojiro on the couch. “We love having you around, Oji!”

“Yeah man, what she said!” Kirishima spoke up, pointing at Mina in agreement. “You’re a super manly dude, Ojiro. We were so excited when Denki told us you said you’d come!”

“Dude, even Bakugou was psyched,” Sero smirked, pointing his thumb at a now seething Bakugou.

“I was not PSYCHED you Spider-Man wannabe! He’s just less annoying than any of you bastards; thought it’d be a nice change of pace for once,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, slumping into Kirishima’s chest with his arms crossed like a pouting toddler. Kirishima just giggled at his boyfriend’s little temper tantrum, scratching at his scalp just the way he knew the blonde loved (which immediately calmed him down from any previous rage he felt towards the, quote, “Spider-Man Wannabe”).

Denki threw himself onto the bean bag next to Ojiro, TV remote in hand as he grinned up towards the tailed hero-in-training. “It’s a Disney movie night; got any suggestions as our guest of honor?”

Ojiro sat in thought for a minute, scratching at his chin as he scanned through all the past Disney films he’d watched over the years through his head. “Hm...Wreck It Ralph?”

“Oh FUCK yeah, this guy’s coming to every movie night from here on out!” Bakugou exclaimed, the compliment making Ojiro feel a little sheepish as he chuckled shyly. The others nodded in agreement, Denki getting the movie ready on the TV from his position propped up on the beanbag.

Once the movie had started, Ojiro decided he wanted to make himself a little more cozy now that he felt more comfortable around the group of other teens. He laid his pillow down on the floor, lounging back against the beanbag and propping up his feet on the soft cushion. Denki glanced over towards Ojiro when he noticed the movement, his eyes naturally gazing towards the boy’s now propped up feet. Denki gasped in excitement when he saw something he had never noticed before on the boy.

“Dude! You’ve got little toe beans!” The electric blonde pointed eagerly down at Ojiro’s feet, the tailed teen blushing slightly at the attention. Denki scooted in closer to his feet, looking intently at the little pink buds on his soles and toes. “No way, this is so cool! Can I touch them?”

“U-Uh, sure, just be gentle please,” Ojiro scratched at his neck sheepishly, unable to keep down the blush pushing at his cheeks and ears from the attention.

Sero suddenly hopped down from his spot on his chair, plopping down next to Denki to get a look at Ojiro’s feet as well. “Yup. Tailster’s got beans.”

Ojiro chuckled at the nickname before flinching when he felt a single finger touch down on the pink pad right under his toes. Denki used the pads of his fingers to idly trace and feel around the flesh, and Ojiro couldn’t help the way his toes tried to instinctively curl up at the sensation.

“They’re so soft, I could do this forever,” Denki sighed, continuing to brush little shapes into the pads. Ojiro gasped with a small jerk when he felt a nail accidentally scrape against the skin, and Denki instinctively pulled his hand back in shock. “Oh, dude, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Ojiro shook his head immediately. “No, you didn’t hurt me, it’s okay! It’s just...the uh, the ‘beans’ are a little...um…sensitive.”

Ojiro could see Sero raise an eyebrow at the word, a small grin appearing on his face as he nudged Denki in the shoulder with his elbow. “I think what Oji’s tryna say is, his beans are ticklish.” Sero glanced at the embarrassed Ojiro, Denki following suit with a large grin plastered on his face.

“Aww, that’s so cute! Kaminari, tickle his beans!” Mina giggled from her spot on the couch, Bakugou rolling his eyes at their silliness. The angry blonde pointed an accusatory finger towards Ojiro, the tailed boy’s eyes a little wide at the intimidation.

“Don’t be fuckin’ loud, Tail, I’m tryna watch the movie you picked out,” Bakugou grumbled, dropping his arm and pushing himself further into Kirishima’s chest as the red-head played with his hair soothingly.

Before Ojiro could respond, he yipped when he felt two teasing nails scratch slowly along the padding on his feet, his leg jerking back only to be stopped by Denki grabbing his ankle and holding the appendage in place.

“Ah ah ah, no getting away now, Oji! I wanna test this out a little more,” Denki chuckled, scribbling his two fingers into the bean. Ojiro gasped, quickly clamping his hands onto his mouth to muffle any giggles that threatened to burst out. Denki continued his slow, ticklish touches while looking over towards Sero. “Sero, get the other foot for me.”

“With pleasure~,” Sero chuckled, gently grabbing Ojiro’s other ankle and scribbling his fingers along the pad on his arch. Finally, Ojiro’s dam broke, muffled giggles being heard from behind his palms as he squirmed in his beanbag.

“Guhuhuys! Nohoho!” He giggled, gently pulling at his trapped feet to no avail. He really didn’t want to kick them, and was almost a little glad they were holding him by his ankles to prevent it, but at the same time it tickled so so badly and he didn’t know how much longer he could take it before he was gonna start to scream laugh.

“Does it really tickle?” Denki asked honestly, but the question only made Ojiro blush even harder behind his hands, the electric teen unintentionally teasing him beyond belief. “I’m gonna go faster, okay? I wanna test and see if it tickles more like that.”

Ojiro nodded shyly, before shrieking at the feeling of three fingers scribbling even faster along the pads of his foot, Sero’s hand still scribbling rather slowly on his other foot, but oh so teasingly.

“GYAHAHA! Kaminahahari! Guhuhuys! It tihihickles!” Ojiro cackled, keeping one hand over his mouth while the other went to grip at the side of his bean bag for support.

“Get his toes ones, you idiots. The toes always tickle worse,” Bakugou called from the couch, Kirishima giggling beside him.

“Yeah, you would know, wouldn’t you Bakugou?” Kirishima teased, pinching Bakugou’s side under the blanket and causing the blonde to yelp before hitting the redhead in the chest playfully with a frown.

Denki heard Bakugou loud and clear, moving his fingers up to scribble along the pads covering Ojiro’s toes. The poor tailed boy squealed, his kicking and thrashing getting a little more aggressive as Sero also moved upwards to mimic Denki’s tickling.

“NAHAHA! STHAHAHAP! IT TICKLES SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE!” Ojiro cackled, both of his hands shooting down to clutch at his tummy that was convulsing from laughter. “PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!”

“Oh c’moooon Oji! You’re a hero in training! I’d think you could handle a couple bean-tickles!” Sero teased, switching to pinch at the pad with his finger and thumb. Ojiro screamed through his giggle fit, making Bakugou groan and grab the remote to turn on the subtitles.

“NOHOHO! NOHOHO PIHIHINCHING! PLEHEHEASE!” Ojiro pleaded, his eyes squeezed so tightly shut that he could see little colorful fireworks in the darkness of his eyelids. Kaminari just giggled, pinching at the boy’s big toe despite his desperate pleas.

“You’re really ticklish, man! Is it like this everywhere or just your beans?” Denki raised an eyebrow before glancing over towards his three friends on the couch. Mina squealed excitedly, knowing exactly what the blonde was implying, while Bakugou just groaned into Kirishima’s chest.

“I don't wanna moveeeee,” Bakugou whined, making Kirishima just roll his eyes with a smile. Kirishima pinched Bakugou’s side again without stopping this time, making Bakugou jerk with a few choked giggles. “N-Nohoho! Kihihiri!”

“I’ll just tickle you ‘til you help us tickle Ojiro, Kats,” Kirishima teased into the blonde's ear, who promptly scrunched up his shoulder and batted at the boy’s face.

“Fihihihine! I’ll hehehelp! Just quhuhuit!” he giggled, huffing when Kirishima finally relented. They both moved from their cozy spot on the couch, the three of them getting down on the floor next to Ojiro. Denki and Sero had momentarily stopped their tickling at this point to give the boy a breather, but still held onto his ankles firmly as to not let him escape just yet.

“Guys, w-wait, hold on-” Ojiro pleaded with a blush before being hushed by Mina.

“Sorry, Oji, but this is a tickle-friendly group! Might have to get used to it if you wanna spend more time with us!” Mina giggled, plopping down on his right side while Bakugou took his right. Kirishima sat behind him, quickly hooking his arms under Ojiro’s and pulling him back some to give the others access to his torso.

“Which we definitely want you to do! You’re super fun, Ojiro, and we wanna keep spending time with you!” Kirishima smiled, though Ojiro couldn’t exactly see it as Kirishima was behind his head. “And hey, if you really really need us to stop, our safeword is ‘koala’!”

“I came up with that one,” Denki chuckled proudly, holding a hand to his chest.

“That’s...that’s really nice of you guys to say,” Ojiro smiled with flushed cheeks, sighing before bringing his head up to face them. “Alright, I’m ready. Someone should probably sit on my tail, though; I’m really ticklish and sometimes it goes a little out of control.”

“No problem, buddy! Bakugou; tail,” Kirshima pointed with his finger extended towards Bakugou, who just rolled his eyes and plopped down on his tail. “Comfy?”

“Y-Yeah, just hurry up, I’m not sure I can take waiting any longeR-HRG! HEHEHEHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA GAHAHAD!” Ojiro cackled wildy as all the teens around him dug into his sensitive body. Mina scribbled her finger in the hollow on his right armpit, while Bakugou took a much rougher approach, digging his fingers into the grooves of Ojiro’s ribs and vibrating mercilessly. Denki and Sero continued their incessant assault upon his so-called “toe beans,” scribbling wildly with their fingernails and leaving Ojiro an absolute mess underneath them. Kirishima got a little bored just being Ojiro’s physical captor, and took to blowing teasing air along the backs of Ojiro’s ears, which resulted in him scrunching up his neck with high-pitched squeals.

“Aww, he’s so ticklish!” Mina cooed, massaging circles with her thumb into Ojiro’s armpit, making the teen jerk and writhe under her assault with vicious cackles.

“It’s fucking hilarious, he’s losing his goddamn mind,” Bakugou chuckled, moving his fingers down to pinch along Ojiro’s sides right above his hips. Ojiro screamed, thrashing under their hold with desperate cackles and pleas.

“NAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHKUGOGOGOU! NAHAT THEHEHERE!” Ojiro’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his body trying desperately to wiggle away from those torturous fingers that refused to relent on his sensitive sides.

“Aww, someone’s got really ticklish sides!” Denki teased, pinching at Ojiro’s big toe pad while having to hold on to his ankle for dear life so he didn’t kick it out of his pin.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!!” he bursted, his body trying to curl in on itself from the ticklish sensations. “I’LL DOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING!”

“Looks like we’ve got a beggar,” Sero chuckled, scratching relentlessly at those little beans. “Tell you what, Oji; promise to come to our next sleepover and you’ve got a deal.”

“I PROHOHOMISE! I PROHOMISE JUHUHUST PLEHEHEHASE! NO MOHOHORE TIHIHICKLES!” Ojiro begged through his giggling mirth. Those fingers against his sides just would not let up, as Bakugou was quite the mean tickler he’d come to find out, and he really didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. It was incessant, it was torturous, it was...it was so much fun.

“Oh yeah? You wanna bring us some snacks too?” Bakugou added, one hand continuing it’s deathly ticklish attack on the boy’s sides, while the other took to scribbling along Ojiro’s stomach and pinching at the pudge when he felt absolutely necessary.

“YEHEHES! ANYTHIHIHING!”

“Hmmm...what snacks do you guys like for a movie?” Denki asked, as if he wasn’t in the middle of pinching and scribbling at his friend’s sensitive feet and making the boy thrash and cackle cries of mirth underneath him. “I could probably go for some sour gummy worms. Sero?”

“Oh, definitely some Reeses Pieces. Goes great with popcorn,” Sero grinned, looking calmly towards Bakugou who was very evilly grinning while squeezing torturously along Ojiro’s sides. “Bakugou?”

“Hot Cheetos, easy. Forget those next time and this will look like child’s play in comparison,” Bakugou chuckled lowly, Denki raising an eyebrow at him.

“Dude...this is child’s play. We’re literally having a tickle fight right now,” Denki grinned, the background melody of Ojiro’s desperate cackles making him giggle from the contagion.

“SHUT UP, SPARKY!” Bakugou yelled, which only made him drill even harder into the boy’s sensitive flesh.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAHP! ANYTHING YOHOHU WAHAHAHNT! I CAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT!”

“Alright, alright, just two more snacks for you to jot on your mental list and you’ll be good to go!” Kirishima hyped the cackling boy underneath him, but looked to his friends to mentally tell them, ‘give the boy a second to breathe.’ They all slowed their tickling down some, still not relenting fully, but instead reducing Ojiro to a pile of happy, giddy giggles instead of the desperate cackling cries he had just seconds before. Kirishima smiled at the adorable sound. “I’ll take...hmm...I’ll take some jerky! Mina?”

Mina stopped her assault on the boy entirely, Ojiro opening a tear-filled eye to glance at her through his giggles. “I’m more of a fruit girl, so I’ll have to go with…” Mina grinned, pulling up Ojiro’s shirt to reveal his bare tummy, her face leaning down close enough where the boy could feel her breath brush against the skin, sending goosebumps across the expanse. He sucked in his stomach much to no avail. Mina smirked evilly up at Ojiro, his eyes now wide and his mouth still spilling giggle after giggle from the slowly tickling fingers along his side and feet. “...raspberries.”

Ojiro’s eyes widened. “No! Nonono, not thahahat! Wahahait, Mina pleheh-EHEASE! GYAHAHA STAHAHAP! NAHAHAHA!” Ojiro cackled and kicked as he felt Mina place teasing raspberry after teasing raspberry along his bare and ticklish tummy, He wiggled and squirmed to no avail until Mina finally let up, sitting up and back against her hands on the floor with her own little giggle.

Everyone finally stopped their tickling, letting go of the boy’s limbs and backing off to let him breathe. Denki chuckled at Ojiro’s heaving breaths and residual giggles, patting his calf in comfort. “You okay, Oji?”

Ojiro just nodded with a giggle, holding up a big thumbs up. “Yuhup, all good here.”

Kirishima smiled widely, clapping his hands together once before patting Ojiro on the shoulder in support, shaking the boy around a little. “You did great, man! Way better than I could ever handle a good tickling!” the redhead chuckled.

“Yeah, man, you were a total champ,” Sero grinned, holding up two thumbs up to the tailed boy who just smiled back at him.

“I’ll go grab you some water from the kitchen, cutie! Get comfy on the couch, I’ll take the beanbag,” Mina ruffled his hair as she stood from her spot on the floor, skipping her way to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. He watched her leave, seeing Bakugou stand up from the corner of his eye. The explosive teen just plopped back down on his spot on the couch like nothing had happened, unpausing the movie and making grabby hands towards Kirishima. The redhead just chuckled and obeyed the boy, getting up and throwing himself on the couch to cuddle Bakugou back under their shared blanket.

Denki just rolled his eyes at the gross lovey-dovey display, standing up and offering a hand to Ojiro. “Seriously, man, you’re getting that other spot on the couch after all that. Waaay comfier than this old beanbag,” Denki smiled as Ojiro took Denki’s hand, letting out a huff of air as he pulled Ojiro off the floor. Ojiro plopped himself down on the couch tiredly, letting out a small ‘oof!’ when Sero threw his pillow at him before laying his blanket down on top of him.

“Get comfy, we sleep in here,” Sero smiled before walking back towards his own seat. Mina finally made it back from the kitchen, handing Ojiro the glass of water with a smile.

Ojiro just sat there, almost dumbfounded for a moment at their kindness. “Um...thanks, guys. You’re all like...super duper nice.”

“Aww, babes!” Mina pouted happily, her hands shooting to her chest over the spot that contained her swelling heart. “You’re such a sweetheart, of course we’d be nice to you!”

“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? Shit, I’m tryna watch the goddamn movie,” bakugou grumbled, pouting like a child against Kirishima’s chest.

Ojiro really couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends, and he was so happy they felt the same way about him.

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A/N : aaa i hope u enjoyed that!! if u did, pls consider reblogging, it helps my fic to reach more ppl!! much love to u all, mwah!! <33

[crybabyjam]

nobody like you

for valentines day

ship: bakudeku

rating: t

summary: Izuku takes Katsuki on a date to a parfait shop.

content warning for (light??) heavy petting/making out. age difference.

available on ao3

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Katsuki grunts on impact as Deku barrels into him excitedly, like a giant puppydog that doesn't know its own strength.

He was underneath the awning of Aldera Junior High, one of the last students there besides the sports kids and the class reps who had to do whatever bullshit it is that they do.

Still, they were all inside the building. So it's quiet enough that, when Deku takes a moment to nuzzle his face against the spiky softness of Katsuki's hair,  Katsuki can hear Izuku's heartbeat.

Strong and steady, a deep 'thump, thump, thump' that makes Katsuki's own pick up in speed.

He hears it more clearly in his wrist when Deku lifts his hands to lay them gently across the back of his neck and trace his thumb along the jaw, until Katsuki's nose flares and he can feel his cheeks flush.

Fucking romantic. It made Katsuki want to swallow his entire mouth so that he can chew his own heart out.

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"Kacchan, are you ready?" Deku asks, peering down at Katsuki from his bullshit height of 6'4''. Second growth spurt at the end of his first year of high school. Asshole.

Katsuki'll catch up or die trying.

"Yeah," Katsuki grunts, ducking his head down to dodge the kiss that Deku tries to stick on his cheek.

Deku, undeterred, lets it land instead on Katsuki's hairline. The thinner, more bristly hairs near his sideburns tickle Deku's lips, and Katsuki is left with a vibrating laugh ringing in his ears when Izuku pulls away.

"Let me hold your bag?" Deku asks as he reaches out to grab it anyway.

It's just a briefcase, smaller than Deku's yellow monstrosity by a large margin. But he's learned that Deku will get annoying if he doesn't let him do some 'boyfriend' things, so Katsuki lets him grab the briefcase and hook it over his shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, pack-mule. Where are we going?"

Deku hooks his arm over Katsuki's shoulder and begins to gently lead him along down the sidewalk. With that same hand, he pats along Katsuki's chest until he snags his phone with a grin and unlocks it.

For as many times as Katsuki has threatened to change it to lock him out, he never has. But Katsuki almost regrets giving him the code, just because of that giddy look.

"It's not far," Deku is saying, gesturing with one finger towards the left as his thumb runs across the map on Katsuki's phone. "It'll be nice and quiet like you like. They even have booths."

"Took one of your other boyfriends there?" Katsuki huffs.

Deku looks at him, bemused. "You're the one who made me choose something private! I would have been happy announcing how much I love my Kacchan to the entire world."

"'Cause you're a fuckin' embarrassment."

And, as if that was a compliment, Deku perks up and says, "Oh, right!"

Deku tucks the phone back in Katsuki's pocket and sneaks his fingers, instead, to his backpack. It takes a bit of struggling because he refuses to let go of Katsuki's shoulder while he does it.

Katsuki ends up in a bit of a chokehold, and he elbows Deku in the gut. It feels solid, a literal wall of dense muscle. Katsuki digs his pointy elbow in meanly, until Deku curves his tummy away with a grunt and a laugh.

"Here!"

A gaudy red object is shoved in his face, distracting him from his attack.

Katsuki snatches it away from Deku's scarred fingers and squints at the thing.

A teddy bear. Red, fuzzy, and tiny. In its arms is a stuffed heart, and on its back is a box of chocolates (heart-shaped, of course) that overshadows the thing by about 300%.

"I would have gotten orange, but you don't like orange-flavored candies, right? This is a variety pack instead. Although, I know you don't really love chocolate— so it might be kind of a waste. But it's a holiday! And Kacchan deserves a nice Valentine's box, after all—"

"Looks like roadkill." Katsuki thumbs across the sewed nose of the thing, and the button eyes that feel like marbles. The fur is soft, and doesn't shed even when Katsuki scratches at the scalp of the thing.

And the box itself isn't bad. Covered in transparent, plastic-like paper and, beneath that, the box itself is outlined in white lace. Kind of dainty for a guy like Katsuki, but he couldn't say he didn't like it.

Deku always did have a different idea about him than everyone else, anyway.

Deku's shoulders drop, relaxed. More of his weight leans on Katsuki, and he throws his head back with his belly laugh.

"Does that mean you like it?"

Katsuki tucks the bloody-colored bear under his arm, careful not to ruin the packaging of the chocolates too much. It jostles noisily, and Deku looks half a second from stealing it back from him just to carry it again.

So Katsuki nods. "It's… good."

As if he'd just gotten powered by the sun itself, Deku's smile brightens by megawatts. He gets these ridiculous dimples when he smiles like that, deep and perfectly pokable.

Katsuki resists, and instead turns to face the sidewalk as if he was the one leading the way.

Deku sneaks a kiss to Katsuki's cheek, close to the edge of his mouth. It was purposeful, too, because Deku tugs his arm away and runs a few steps ahead to walk backwards as he leads the way.

Katsuki stuffs his hands in his pockets and glares at the ground even as he fights the grin off of his face like he's fighting a dragon with a shield made of paper lace.

The grin wins.

 ---

 They make it to the little venue Deku had chosen for them.

And, of all places, it's a parfait shop. It's darkened glass windows to keep the inside cool on hot days, and small; cornered and squished by taller buildings on either side. Across the small street is a busier shop that's stuffed full with a line out the door— a bakery.

Katsuki squints at Deku, and Deku gives him a coy look in return.

"C'mon."

He leads them up the two short steps and Katsuki holds the door open for Deku's wide ass backpack.

The inside is even smaller than it looks. Overfilled with pillows and stuffed animals and floral banners announcing the Valentine's holiday, it was like Katsuki had been dropped into a love commercial.

But it's quiet, and there's only two workers and one other customer in the entire shop. Deku leads them towards a booth to set down their things, and the cushioned seats creak when Katsuki flops into it.

It's too big of a booth for just the two of them. Curved in a corner, faced in a way that they're hidden unless someone walked right in front of the table.

It smells like a park in spring over in their corner. Mixed with something sweet in the air, it's like he's floating on cinnamon-sugar clouds.

"Can I order for you?" Deku hums, chewing on an open straw even though there's no drink in front of him. "There's a cake I think you would like."

"Mm." Katsuki cursorily sweeps his gaze across the menu, though there aren't many pictures to bely what the snacks would actually taste like. Just flowery descriptions that use the word 'decadent' way too much, in his opinion.

"I'll also get us a parfait. To share?"

Deku's eyes are hopeful. Way too fucking green and bright for his own good. His gaze is impossibly soft, and Katsuki feels like he just got wrapped in silk and laid in satin.

He scratches at his skin to keep himself from looking too excitable. But he does nod. "We can share."

Deku waves down a waiter.

Katsuki watches how his school uniform shifts with him when he raises his hand up, how it strains at the shoulders. He'd really filled out over the years, and it seems his clothes couldn't really keep up.

Deku catches him looking and winks, face turning pink like a freshly blossomed flower.

The waiter arrives, interrupting Katsuki before he gets started.

Katsuki tugs off the jacket to his own uniform as Deku lists off a few items to the worker.

It's cool inside, as expected, but Katsuki always ran hot anyway. So that it doesn't drop on the floor and get dirty, he stuffs it behind Deku's bag, which is between them in the booth like a boulder stopping the flow of a river. He's careful not to squish his chocolate box, moving the bear to the empty spot of the booth opposite of Deku, on top of the table.

Katsuki leans across it, ignoring the poke of utensils and notebooks, and blinks his eyes slowly as Deku laughs at something the worker says. It's a muted sound, polite so that he doesn't disturb the literally only other patron in the establishment.

His lips look soft when they part in a smile like that. Smooth and dusky and plush.

Katsuki hides his own against the sleeves of his button up, suckling the lower one between his teeth to mimic the way Deku likes to nibble on it when he's in a tease-y mood.

"Kacchan?"

Deku blinks at him, just noticing the shift in positions. The worker bows their head quickly as they leave, still smiling, but Deku's focus has entirely shifted to Katsuki. As it always has and always will.

Deku scooches closer, so that he eclipses the other side of the bag. Katsuki gets shadowed along with it, and he has to pluck his head up to continue looking Deku in the eye.

A hand hovers close to his brow, and he eyes it carefully before he nods and lets it comb through his hair. Deku focuses on the tangles, first, and then lets his fingertips focus on the temple worriedly.

They're cold, colder than the restaurant. Bad circulation from turning his bones and his veins and his nerves to dust too many times.

"Tired?"

"Sick of your bullshit," Katsuki says, with no venom whatsoever. Deku can tell, because his eyes just (somehow) soften even further.

As if Katsuki is actually asleep and he's afraid to wake him, Deku lays the lightest kiss on his skin. Across his temple, warm to replace the cold.

"Sorry, Kacchan," Deku says, teasingly. "I think you'll always be sick of me."

Impossible, but Deku didn't need to know that. Let him figure it out on his own, when he needs to.

"But it's okay because I'll always be there to get on your nerves even more, Kacchan."

Katsuki snorts. It's a jarring sound, rising above the lilting music playing in the background. Inside, his heart is hammering at the declaration. What a fucking dumbass.

Only Deku could make a stupid sentence like that affect Katsuki so much.

He grabs Deku's wrist and shoves it against his cheek, squeezing it between that and his shoulder so that it gets trapped there.

"Yeah, well. You're fuckin' stuck with me, too. Forever, asshole."

The words are growled, said too fast and awkwardly. Like Katsuki had dropped them in a pile at Deku's feet and hastily picked them up to show them off.

Deku accepts them graciously. As if the words were dipped in gold and sprinkled with diamonds.

His face goes from pink to red, and Katsuki is reminded of the awkward kid that used to walk him to and from elementary when Deku was just beginning junior high.

He'd been lanky then, like Katsuki is lanky now. All bones and jumpy like a skittish rabbit perpetually in the middle of a street.

He'd always had a red face back then, too. Maybe from crying, or from laughing too hard when Katsuki would steal his homework to try to do it instead, maybe three years before he'd learned the material.

"I'm glad, Kacchan," Deku says, eventually. His fingers curve against Katsuki's skin, warming up pleasantly. Katsuki's own are sweltering. If they got any hotter, they'd ignite and explode like fireworks.

Katsuki swipes his palm across his pants to clean them. Squeezes the loose material between his fist just to steel himself.

Deku glances down at the motion, and brings his other hand up to press it against Katsuki's face. To comfort him, maybe.

Katsuki interrupts by shoving his own against Deku's face first. It's awkward, and he does it too fast because there's a soft 'plap' sound when his clammy palm connects with Deku's cheek.

Still, it fits there comfortably. Deku's chubby cheeks curve into the space of his palm like he's about to roll a ball of mochi.

Dumbass was built like a brickhouse and still had the babiest face.

Katsuki relaxes when Deku doesn't shove him away. Not that Deku ever would, not when Katsuki's heart was about to shove it's way up his throat and make good on that chewing promise from earlier.

Deku's hand, which had been hastily shoved out of the way so Katsuki could grab him first, comes to instead rest atop Katsuki's own.

He presses it firmly against Katsuki's, fitting his fingers between Katsuki's smaller ones and curving towards the middle so he can tickle at Katsuki's heart line with the tips.

"You make me so happy," Izuku mumbles, against Katsuki's palm.

As if he'd been released from chains tying him down, Katsuki knees the schoolbag fully out of the way, shifting up onto it so that he can atleast match Izuku in height.

"Deku," Kacchan says between his teeth, just before Izuku pulls him forward to kiss him silly.

Izuku always likes to build up to kissing. Likes to leave his touch across Kacchan's skin so that it can tingle and thrum with the feeling it leaves behind. He likes leaving a trail of kisses up his neck, across his chin, and just a bare brush of lips across lips. And he likes how Kacchan looks when he does it, eyes half-lidded and dark, mouth dropped open with the barest hint of a smile, cheeks flushed.

But, right now, he can't help going straight for it. Kacchan doesn't mind either way (or, atleast, says he hates when Izuku teases him, wants him to just get on with it), so he's already there with an open mouth and a moan.

Izuku is quick to shush him, feeling along Kacchan's shoulders and noting how the muscles beneath his button-up tense and subsequently relax. Izuku curves the touch lower, fitting his arms beneath Kacchan's so that he can rest them, crossed at the wrist, against the small of Kacchan's back.

They fit there nicely, especially when Kacchan climbs into Izuku's lap to take up all the space between his belly and the table.

Izuku tugs him closer by that hold, sinking down low so that Kacchan, for once, has to dip his head down to kiss him back.

Their lips move across one another, connecting them together more solidly than a red thread of fate could in that moment. Kacchan is concentrating hard on the moment, Izuku can tell because he begins to minutely rock back and forth the motions of his breath. He always kissed Izuku like he had something to prove, but Izuku was just happy to hold him. To love him.

Still, Kacchan kisses him so deeply, like he's trying to transmit every one of his thoughts directly into Izuku's temporal lobe, that Izuku gets lost in the current that is Kacchan's desire.

Static from the seat zaps the back of his neck when he slides in the booth more, gathering it by his hair rubbing against the leather. He pulls his hand away to pat at his nape, but Kacchan tugs it back before it gets very far.

He encourages Izuku to grab a handful of his thigh, lifting up a few inches so that his fingers can curve comfortably around the underside. For himself, Kacchan busies himself with sneaking his fingers beneath Izuku's blazer to try to fit it past his shoulders.

Izuku doesn't realize he's still sliding down the seat until his feet hit the other side of the booth, and he breaks the kiss to laugh when Kacchan flinches at the dull noise.

"Sorry," Izuku whispers, leaning over to glance past the barrier of the booth. "We should probably slow down before we kicked out before you even get to taste—"

"Shut up," Kacchan says, also in a whisper. His soft fingers come back to Izuku's cheeks and press them in so that Izuku's lips pop out.

Izuku laughs again, and it gets muffled when Kacchan kisses the noise away.

Warmth furls around Izuku's chest, like love had grown a physical form and decided to wrap itself around his ribcage as the first thing it did. He can't breathe in too deep, or else he's afraid he'll melt right in Katsuki's hands.

He feels along the cascading dip of Kacchan's spine, all the way up to the shoulderblades. He's been working out recently, eager to join Izuku at U.A. and surpass him before Izuku graduates.

It's been paying off, little by little. He's still tiny, not that he'd ever say so. But it's true, especially when he fits himself in Izuku's arms and lets himself get cradled there as he swallows down his soft, breathy sounds.

Izuku writhes in his seat. He blinks his eyes open to find Kacchan already looking at him with a grin.

"You get like this just 'cause of one little kiss? Virgin."

Izuku doesn't mention that they took each other's virginities.

Kacchan's face is bright red, lips not exactly kiss-swollen but close enough. Still, his smirk is wide enough that the tips of his sharper teeth peek out between his pink lips.

"Kacchan," Izuku huffs. Kacchan settles his weight fully on Izuku's lap, carefully angled away from that spot with a quick pat on the hip from Izuku's hand.

They were already being too forward as it is.

Still, Izuku shifts upwards so that he's sitting correctly in his seat, just so that he can peck Katsuki across the lips properly.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kacchan."

There's the gentle clack of hard-soled shoes across the floor as the waiter approaches with their food, and Izuku hurriedly shoos Kacchan back into the booth as he takes off his jacket like Kacchan wanted.

Though, unlike what Katsuki is expecting (which is him hiding his kiss boner with his wadded up uniform), Izuku drops the jacket across Katsuki's shoulders and tucks the sleeves firmly across his lap.

The waiter arrives just as Izuku has smoothed out his own shirt again, swiping his big hands across his curly hair to fluff it out.

Katsuki buries his face against the collar of the jacket. It's warm like he's a tea kettle over a freshly stoked fire. It's a good thing his belly is empty or else— pfft no.

Izuku is once again making nice with the waiter as they explain the order, handing off two long spoons to each of them. Izuku already has his own shoved between his lips before Katsuki even grabs for his.

He lays it on the table, resting his chin in his hand as a large slice of cake is slid in the empty area of the booth opposite of them. In front of the red bear that is laying half on its side, kept upright only by the heavy chocolates weighing it down.

With a snort, Katsuki sidles closer to the school bag to get back on his portion of the booth.

Izuku reaches out to stop him, bowing his head in thanks to the waiter as they head off.

Katsuki, just to tease, dodges the touch and only gets two paces further before Izuku whines and drags him back, leaning his full weight across Katsuki's back to smother him in butterfly kisses.

They focus mostly on his jaw, unable to get at his face with the position, but Izuku takes what he can get and peppers each smooch thoroughly across Katsuki's skin until the latter shrieks like a banshee between his laughter.

"Idiot, you just said you didn't want us to get kicked out!" Katsuki gripes, twisting in Izuku's grip just to grit his teeth right in Izuku's face.

Izuku lets his hold loosen, one arm behind Katsuki's back. Katsuki trails his own across Izuku's and tucks his fingers in the back pocket that's closest to him.

"I can't help it when I'm with you, Kacchan. All I wanna do is kiss you!"

"I hate you," Katsuki says, resolutely. He leans his head against Izuku's shoulder and gestures at the parfait in front of them. "Now let's fuckin' eat this junk already."

It's tall, with mostly pink fruit to keep up with the theme of the holiday. Strawberries and syrupy peaches cover the top of the pink ice cream, color offset by white powdered sugar and dark brown chocolate shavings sprinkled on top. The cup itself is lined in chocolate drizzle, in a wavy pattern that gets a bit smeared when Izuku pokes his spoon into the top.

There's also a little heart shaped cookie on top.

"Look how pretty it is, Kacchan!" Izuku says excitedly. He carefully wipes excess whipped cream off of the rim of the tall glass and laps it off his thumb. Some smudges at the edge of his lip.

Katsuki lets out a fond sigh and gestures him forward.

Izuku comes to him willingly, always happy for whatever it is Katsuki gives to him.

Instead of kissing him again, Katsuki swipes the whipped cream up to instead smear it directly across Izuku's freckled cheek. Only two of his more prominent ones get covered completely, but it dissolves the two of them into a fit of giggles anyway.

"Kacchan!" Izuku wipes off the mess with the back of his sleeve, completely disregarding the perfectly good handkerchief he has tucked in his back pocket. Katsuki can feel it brushing against his fingertips when Izuku shifts forward to 'ooh' and 'ahh' at the parfait again.

Katsuki watches him for a moment, and feels his insides shift with a bursting need to tell Izuku right now that he loves him so much that his very soul belongs in Izuku's strong, mangled, soft, gentle hands.

Somehow, the idiot has powdered sugar in his hair.

Katsuki grabs for his briefcase and flicks it open as Izuku takes his first bite, chirring happily like a bird that just learned how to fly.

When he pulls out the small chocolate box, Izuku cuts off abruptly.

"Kacchan?" The name is garbled around the spoon, but the inflection is clear. Hesitant, yearning. Disbelieving. It's just a simple box wrapped in a ribbon, but Izuku wants to treasure it immediately like it's his first autograph from a hero.

"Made this for you," Katsuki says, gruffly. He shoves it across the table, and it slides right into Izuku's hand.

Despite the size, the box is a bit heavy. Izuku weighs it for a moment, eyes already brimming with tears.

Katsuki grimaces, turning away to tug the parfait close to himself instead and swirls up a bite of strawberry flavored ice cream with one of the peaches, shoving it in his mouth instead of explaining further.

"Can I…" Izuku pauses to wet his lips, and they're doing that thing where he's caught between a smile and a grin; between overjoyed and overwhelmed. "Can I open it?"

"Just said I made it for you," Katsuki mumbles, swallowing the ice cream down too fast. It melts in his throat and leaves an empty spot that fills with tense nervousness.

He takes another bite of ice cream to fill it as Izuku carefully unravels the present.

And, on the inside of the simple black box, is a plain chocolate. Homemade, of course, and hard-shelled. It was a bitch to temper, but the shine came out well if Katsuki did say so himself.

The top is outlined with a white chocolate heart, and the message inside of it is a mix of white and dark chocolate— because Izuku didn't actually like the taste of white chocolate. Katsuki taste-tested it a million times to make sure he couldn't taste it more than the rest of the chocolate but…

Katsuki rubs his sweaty palms across his thighs again.

The message simply says, 'To my Number One hero.'

Because Katsuki wasn't… couldn't actually convince himself to do the lovey-dovey shit. The heart shape was pushing it but… he knew Izuku would do something that would make him feel like this, so. He had to.

Katsuki bites his tongue to quiet his own nervous thoughts. Shit, he was hanging around the nerd too much.

Izuku likes it, though. Because he's crying harder, laying the box on the table so that he doesn't crush the edges when it becomes too much for him.

"Kacchan, you're—" Izuku interrupts himself with a sniffle. And then a soft sob.

"Deku, don't fuckin' cry," Katsuki says, only mildly panicking.

He's just begun preparing himself to crawl back in Izuku's lap and kiss the tears away himself when Izuku finally swipes them away with the edge of his already dirtied sleeves.

With a quick nod, he centers himself and looks Katsuki directly in the eye.

"I won't let you down, Kacchan. I'll become the Number One for real, soon."

He was still only in high school, but Katsuki had a feeling that this was a promise Izuku wouldn't break.

Katsuki had a lot of catching up to do, but he didn't really mind. Not right now.

Instead, he gestures with his spoon towards the homemade chocolate.

"Yeah, yeah. Better fuckin' hold onto it while you can before I take my title back."

"Of course, Kacchan." Izuku is grinning, and his face is red like it always gets (after crying, after laughing, after kissing). "I look forward to it."

Katsuki shoves another bite of parfait past his lips, and, when Izuku drops a kiss to his cheek for the umpteenth time that day, he lets a full smile grace his lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Deku."

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Memories of a lifetime I have many memories throughout my life, some happy and some sad. During the 1970's growing up I remember we used to look after a beautiful female foxterrier whom belonged to our next door neighbour, her name was Suzi. This was my first best friend and it felt like she was my dog as we used to take her in quite often when our neighbours went on holiday. One sunny day it was late in the afternoon and the neighbours facing our front door had a red brick wall next to their house and I was over by the neighbour playing with their kids outside in the garden. I decided I was gonna climb this wall cos being a young small boy I was always very curious and up for a challenge as to find out what certain things would be like after exploring them. So I climbed the wall and found out in no time that this wall was not sturdy (cement plastered) and gave way as soon as I climbed it. It collapsed in an instant and I had got such a fright but after sustaining some minor bruises on my leg. My ego was the biggest injury I sustained though, 😂 😂. At the age of 4 I had an accident after falling into hot tub and sustained a fair amount of burns to my body as described in 'my life story'. I also had a great fear of heights and at the age of 11 or 12, I went to a school friend's house and his dad was also in the military. They had a huge trampoline in the backyard and always enjoyed playing and jumping on it as a kid the few times I did visit them. They also had a big old tree in their backyard and they had a wooden platform fitted across some of the tree branches (tree house) high up in the tree. So I climbed up the tree and attempted to move across to another tree branch and my hand slipped of the tree branch and I fell to the ground flat onto my back approximately 3 to 4 metres down. I had some pain but it was more so the shock of that moment as I could not believed what had just happened. I swiftly got up and walked home crying. Whilst living in the southern suburbs and after getting my first BMX bicycle for Christmas in 1983 or 1984, I had my personal transport and couldn't wait exploring other areas outside of our home suburb. So I would choose a day during the school holidays and during the week and go out for the day on a trip with my BMX which was very adventurous to me. So I would plan the day in advance and get everything ready for my day trip out to areas like Kirstenbosch, Constantia, Newlands public swimming pool, Wynberg military base where we had lived previously and my mom would make me a bunch of sandwiches that I'd take with on my travels. I would also have a 2 litre Coca-Cola or Fanta orange and some sweets with a small amount of money to buy something in addition to my cold drink and picnic foods I already had. Some times I would take a friend with me to enjoy my travels in and around Cape Town's southern suburbs. Many times my mom and my brother and myself would take a trip to town taking the train into Cape Town which I was always very exciting to me because I loved the train rides as a kid. We would spend the day in Cape Town walking the streets up and down and end up doing shopping 🛒 in The Golden Acre and having lunch upstairs in the restaurant in the OK (now Shoprite). As a family we would sometimes travel to family either in the Eastern Cape and / or the Transvaal. I used to love the long trips although they were few and far between. Nevertheless it was a blast and we would stop along the way and my mom had made chicken and cooked potatoes along with some rice and other veggies. We would also have pudding which consisted of instant pudding and jellies all pre-packed into a picnic packed set of containers my dad purchased especially for the long trips during the holidays. As a small boy I was very close to my mom but later years things changed as I then got closer to my dad as I was rebellious as I grew older and had many clashes with my mom but would later years get better over the years as got used to it but never stopped loving my mom. There would be certain words exchanged which I would later regret as I still very naive and still had alot to learn still about life in general. My dad was a very strict straight forward person and did not stand for any nonsense whatsoever. If you didn't listen, he would merely lift his big hands and take a good hard swing at us and you know what you have done wrong and believe me, it did not tickle. It hurt like hell. Those were the good ole days and I never regret my upbringing ever. It taught me respect and improved my character as a person. One day my dad sent me down to the garage to collect some potatoes as it was kept in the garage. I would always get in my dad's car and play with the car switches until one day snapped the cable that unlocked the bonnet. My dad was very enraged and he gave me good beating as a result. He had to spend money to have it repaired. As a ruling because of similar events that resulted in things breaking, I stopped fiddling with other people's property as I was always curious what a button on a radio or some or other piece of equipment would do had I pressed it. It would always end up breaking something or something falling and breaking, so I eventually learned my lesson as a kid and stopped messing with stuff that either didn't belong to me or did not apply to me. Memories with my Dad (Adolf) As a kid I didn't spend much time with my dad as he wasn't always the emotional type but loved him to bits always. The times we did get to spend together, was always very special to me. When I was still very small, my mom used to buy a magazine on a weekly basis which had a kids magazine inside and one afternoon on the weekend my dad had me lying next to him on his bed and he read some of the stories out of the kids magazine to me. In 1989 I had written my exams after studying part time at Cape College 3x a week. Me and my dad came from town for some or other reason. I was over something but my dad comforted me as we approached the military base to return to work as I was busy with my military service at the age of 18. Well he turned around right there and then as I had mentioned to him that I didn't find out what my results were after writing exams and wasn't sure whether I had failed or passed. We arrived back in town at the college and I went upstairs to get my results. I came back downstairs and got in back into the car and told my dad I passed. My dad was in tears instantly as he heard that I passed. We drove back to work and that was one of the very special times together with my dad. It's these memories that makes thoughts and happy moments like this make remember my dad as my hero. He was hard on the exterior but very much a softy on the inside. In 1988 it was my last year at school and I had finished school although I failed, I was with school as I wanted to get on with my life. I think my dad was off that day and we went somewhere as it was a weekday and school was done. We went for a drive down to Fish Hoek and Simonstown and my dad showed me and told me alot of his past during when he was stationed in Simonstown. He went to show me where the house stood where he lived many years ago with his first wife and where he also had lived prior to Simonstown in Fish Hoek in a flat. That building still stands today. I went back to that building when I was still mourning my dad's death during the nineties just like I remembered the day he showed me the building, where he lived many years prior to that day, as I was reliving that time in my mind and was trying to picture myself back in the time frame my was living there. This was one of the ways I dealt with father's passing. The drive we took in December 1988 I will always remember as one of the highlights in my life. My dad and I spent alot of time together at home when he would repair something like the stove, washing machine door locks and general maintenance around the house and I had learnt alot from those times. I would often fix the vaccuum cleaner when needed some minor repairs with knowledge I was taught by my dad. In 1993 after my dad had fallen ill, I went away on holiday for about two weeks and when I arrived back home my dad was in tears to see me and so I hugged him and told him "don't worry I'm home now" I miss my dad like mad and wish he was still here on earth with me. Memories with my Mom (Christine) I was a mommy's boy when I was a small kid as I was the youngest and probably got away with alot. But those were my favourite years as well cos I used to get alot of attention from my mom. I spent most of my time with my mom as my dad was at work all day. So my mom would walk me to school and then I would get so lonely because I saw my mom walk away going home after dropping me off at school and felt very vulnerable and would burst into tears 😭 but over time it got better and I got used to school. My mom left to attend her brother's kmy uncle) funeral in Pretoria and I would be alone with my dad but missed my mom so much. Then when she got home after about a week I was overwhelmed with excitement and could not wait to see her after I got home from school that day. I always felt my protected me when I was still very small. My mom was my everything at that point in my life. My mom and I used to play alot of games and jokes over the years even until shortly before she passed away we had our little games and jokes we used to play ▶. My mom told me quite alot about her mother (my grandmother) and I wished I had known her. Memories with friends During my lifetime I met and have had some great friends. I would like to name two of them. Their names are Damian and Chris. I met Damian and Chris in 1991 and we formed a bond as friends and used to spend alot of good times together like having parties, braai and go drive around or go watch stock cars at the old Goodwood show grounds. As a small boy I didn't have many friends as I was very shy and didn't like strangers. It was almost like I used protect myself in that regard. It was only after I was working my first job and had my first car that I started wondering farther then just work and home. I got introduced to alcohol and over the years drinking got worse when I would visit friends or attend a party etc. After a very bad experience with alcohol in February 2009, I decided that this was the last time I would ever touch alcohol and stopped smoking, drinking as well as drinking sodas. That was a wake up call for me and a turning point in my life. Everything changed for me that time. The two friends that always stood by me through thick and thin has been Chris and Damian. Chris was there for me for emotional support when my dad passed away in April 1995. Damian has been there for me as well many times since my mom passed away and helped me with lots of different things in life over the years even before my mom's passing. These are two friends I regard very highly as my own family.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #270

“please remain calm; the end has arrived. we cannot save you; enjoy the ride.”

Do you own pastel-colored pants? No. What type of lotion do you use? I don't really use it. Nothing seems to help how dry my skin is. What were your favorite clothing stores in high school? Hot Topic. If you could have a car in any color you wanted, which color? Pastel pink, but realistically (given a pink car would probably have a paint job I'd have to pay for, I assume?), I like burnt orange cars. Not too brown-ish, though. What is your favorite color, do you look good in it, & do you wear it a lot? Pink, probably not, and no. Name someone you know who hates pink. Idk. What is your favorite Avril Lavigne song? "Nobody's Home." Do you kill bugs? Sometimes. Depends. If they're in my house, most likely. Have you ever had a bedroom that had wallpaper on the walls? No. Do you own any rompers? No. What’s one thing you’ve done to celebrate Earth Day? I made a birdhouse out of a milk carton once. Animal Planet taught me lol. Do you use window clings (aka window stickers)? No. What color is your stapler? Black. Do you have a desk that you sit at in your room? Ugh, no, but that's one reason I want to move to somewhere I have a bigger room for a desk so I don't do everything in my damn bed. What do you miss about college? Feeling like I was worth something and on a "proper" path. Was your middle school crush the same as your high school crush? No. What is/was your dream school? I never had a "dream" school. Do you wish you could talk to someone about your past? If so, who? Idk, probably someone. What motivates you? Music and/or videos on whatever subject I could use motivation in, like self-care on my bad days. Have you ever completed a weight loss program? No. Tried, though. When was the last time you did something for the first time? I went through a doctor appointment entirely without Mom just a few days ago; she had to stay in the car due to chemo, so I filled stuff out, checked in/out alone, answered questions on my own, that business. I'm entirely aware it's sad as hell that a 24 y/o did that for the first time, but if you knew just how dependent I am on my mom, you'd get it. Which do you prefer: Valentine’s Day or Easter? Valentine's when I actually have someone to celebrate with, but I love Easter as an aunt with how excited the kids are about candy and all. Easter sorta rubs me the wrong way though since, y'know, Christianity essentially stole and rebuilt it. Do you wait until the last minute to decorate, or do you decorate early? I myself don't even decorate. Mom only does for Christmas, and it's very last minute. What’s your favorite Starbucks drink? I don't drink Starbucks. What were you wearing in the last good selfie you took? *checks phone* uh the one where I'm wearing a red tank top is okay. That's all you can see cuz FUCK taking full-body pics of me. What’s on your wish list right now? Ha, I actually have a list in my phone of things I really want/need to buy when I can. A few include a bigger terrarium to Venus, a treadmill, an Unus Annus shirt before the channel and thus merch expire, glasses for driving... What do you use to sweeten your tea? I don't drink tea. Have you ever owned an expensive eyeshadow palette? No, I don't wear enough colors or makeup in general to warrant buying one. When was the last time you stepped outside of your comfort zone? The aforementioned doctor visit. How would you rate your self-esteem? Low, healthy, or high? Low as like, the deepest oceanic trench probs. Do you own a tripod for your camera? Yeah. Were you a bigger fan of Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff? Hilary. Do you make Halloween costumes out of clothes from your closet? Only ever to just be a goth to live out my inner fantasy of regularly flaunting that aesthetic. Do you enjoy putting outfits together? Not particularly. Would you rather it rain or snow? Snow! What does your umbrella look like? Don't have one. What’s one thing you’ve had a toxic reaction to? Do you mean like, emotionally/mentally toxic? I'm guessing probably yes. Even though parts of it were entirely realistic, understandable reactions/behaviors, I most definitely had some toxicity in me regarding the breakup, too. Which do you prefer: cropped tops or tunic tops? Uggghhhh, both are so cute. On me, I'd only ever wear tunic tops, but on others, I tend to find cropped tops cuter. What’s a style or trend that you think is ridiculous? I don't pay enough attention to this to really know... hm. Yeah, idk. Which YouTuber do you want to be more like? I could only dream of being as motivated and smart and determined and "I can do this shit" as Markiplier jfc I Love One Man Only. Do you like stuffed animals? EEEEEEEEK yes!!!! What was your favorite class in high school? Art. Have you ever gotten straight A’s in a class? If so, which classes? Yes; not to brag whatsoever, but too many for me to remember. I remember I got my very first B in 5th grade in I think math, and I was so bummed out. Were there any subjects that you got a perfect SAT score in? If so, what? I don't think so. Are you happy today? If so, what made you happy today? I'm content-ish, not happy, but also not unhappy. Is your bed right by a window? There's one to my upper right and middle left, but my bed's not exactly against either. Do you spend more time in your bedroom or your living room? I barely leave my bedroom. Which holiday is your favorite to decorate for? Halloween, if I actually did decorate. Do you name stuffed animals still? Very rarely. Depends on what it is, the importance, etc. What titles did you win in the senior class polls? I FUCKIN READ THIS AS "TITTIES" AND WAS JUST LIKE... Anyway, none. Were you popular in school? No. If you’re from the US, what states have you lived in? Only NC. Who was your best roommate? Well, Jason, if he even counted as a "roommate." Was your first roommate your best roommate? See above, considering idk if he fits the term; if he does, then yes. What’s the best family vacation you’ve ever been on? Disney World. Have you ever wanted to be a model? No. What years did you attend prom? Sophomore (bf was a senior and he took me) and senior. What do you want to be for Halloween? I was recently listening to a metal version of Oogie Boogie's song from TNBC and it hit me: MISS Oogie Boogie. A fat bitch could pull that shit off, watch me ho. Which member of your family are you closest to? My mom. If you have any regrets, what is the biggest one? If not, why do you have no regrets? Letting a boy become absolutely all that mattered and more to me. Would you ever apply to be on reality TV? Why? Ew, no. I don't need any more people judging me and my life. What is the best thing that has ever happened to you? The partial hospitalization program that saved my life, literally. Do you have a hard time letting things go? It depends on what it is, but generally, yes. I recently realized one of my greatest flaws: I respond very, very poorly to loss, in any way. Looking back on people (especially people), events, other things... a negative, chronic reaction to loss is present throughout. What have you accomplished in life that has made you the most happy? Emotionally healed, a lot. I don't think some things will ever fully scar over, but nevertheless, I don't mentally have fuckin gashes in me. Have you ever struggled with your weight? Ever since the breakup, yes. I thought I was slightly fat before then, but looking at pictures now, I just think "damn hunny u look gud" and realize I was perfectly healthy. But anyway, I was put on a medication called Abilify (full-on name droppin', fuck this med), and it MURDERED my metabolism. I could eat a fuckin carrot and gain five pounds, probably. Emotional eating probably contributed too, but here's the thing: my current doctor took me off of it, knowing the moment I mentioned it that it was not only bad for me and my conditions but also responsible for the extreme weight gain? Pounds dropped like a ton of bricks, and this started before my emotional eating began to die off and regulate. I lost around 80 pounds just from dropping a goddamn pill. Cue college essay-long rant here about how my body image was slaughtered, how much I loathe the fucking doc that kept me on the med and blamed everything on me, and now how I've been stuck weight-wise for two years despite a vast plethora of methods to continue shedding a;sdlkfajkwlelawe GUYS I could rant til my hypothetical great-grandchildren die. When you are out with your friends are you loud and outgoing or shy and reserved? It depends on who the friend is, where we are, etc., but generally, I'm just awkward, trying to be outgoing when in fact I'm questioning every single thing I say and do al;wekjrkawde this survey has taken a TURN. Do you like to stay in your pajamas all day long? I don't leave my pj's unless I have to leave the house and go inside somewhere besides like, a gas station or something that's just "whatever." In high school did you have a lot of friends? Do you still keep in touch? I wouldn't say a *lot*, no, but not a tiny amount, either. The only one I ever still see is Girt, but I keep up with many on Facebook via the like button and shit, ha. Do you really care about such issues as abortion, religion, and global warming? Fuck yes I do. Who is the biggest womanizer you know? Juan sure was, but I haven't been in contact with him for years. Would you ever have a threesome? No. Who is the most attractive person you know? Of those I personally know-know, my answer will probably always be Alon like jc she's beautiful. When did you last feel the most free? ZOINKS we can't ask that question in America rn. Is there anyone who likes (or liked) you and had a really hard time getting over you? I don't know. Did you ever love someone and feel like it was wrong? Love? No. Well, before I realized I was bi, maybe Mini counts, as then I was anti-LGBT and couldn't even imagine myself as anything but straight. What’s your favorite bug? Butterflies. What’s the longest amount of time you liked/loved somebody for? Yeesh... I still can't say with absolute confidence I no longer love Jason at all, whom I started dating in 2012 and went head over heels for. What song makes you cry? There's a few that are capable of it sometimes, but do fucking not play "Stairway To Heaven" if I'm within 10 miles of you. "Another Life" by MiW usually makes me tear up towards the end, but it normally doesn't get that far anymore. Do you like rock or rap music better? Rock, as I'm not a rap fan. If you could watch someone change, would you? Yes let me live my life a;lsdkfjaws Ever known someone with an eating disorder? I don't know. I think maybe? Have you ever had a white Christmas? I think? The best snow we ever got was late Christmas night though, and the next morning was a total whiteout. What’s something you want to do but aren’t sure of yet? Hm. Idk. I'm pretty sure of most things I want to do. Biggest lie you ever told? I'm not entirely sure and I'd rather not search for one. Do you have a religion? I don't fit perfectly into any. I relate most with Neo-Paganism, but even that I deviate from some. Believe that there is a point to churches? I mean sure, people have the right to believe in/worship what they want to, and some people get a lot of joy and reassurance out of going. How do eat Oreos? "I split them in half and lick the cream before eating the cookie." <<<< Converse or Vans? Idc. Eh, maybe Converse, but idk. Dancing or watching others dance? I love watching others dance, it's why I enjoyed dance recitals and competitions. Favorite thing to touch/feel? My cat! <3 Rather be in a tornado or a large earthquake? Both would be horrifying, but I guess earthquake. I've had an outrageous fear of tornadoes since I was very little. Would you rather Santa or the Easter Bunny actually exist? Santa, duh. Would you rather spread gossip or start a fight? Start a fight, I guess. Trying to sully someone's name with false information would haunt me way more than starting an understandable fight. What has been the best New Year's for you so far & why? I don't know. What is the weirdest fear you’ve ever heard of someone having? Do you have any weird fears, and if so, what are they? Uhhh I think maybe butterflies? Idk, even that's not too weird considering it's an insect, and that's common. I'm personally absolutely terrified of pregnancy and also whale sharks scare me quite a bit. ig that's weird. How did you find Tumblr? lol how could you not know at some point as a teen on the Internet. What of the 8 wonders of the world do you find the most fascinating, if any? I had to look them up lmao. I guess the Great Pyramid of Giza. I in general find Egyptian culture and art to be very cool. Do you have a webcam? If you do, do you ever use it and what for? I mean, it's built into the laptop. I never use it. What is something that you think is really underrated? The band Otep, for one. I mean they're not small, but I don't think most people interested in the metal genre know them. OH and then there are A LOT of YouTube artists that MADLY deserve to be signed. I have a large chunk of metal musicians I listen to, and those especially like Jonathan Young blow my fucking mind they haven't technically "made it," even if they have a large subscriber base. Have you ever had a dream where you died? Did anything weird happen to your body after it? Yes, a few. Now hang with me, okay? One of my worst nightmares as a kid involved the wicked witch from TWoO turning me into one of those fucking party things that you blow into it and the paper unfurls and her using it killed me. Yo idk. I was really scared of that witch as a kid. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? How about the most realistic? It involved my dad and that's all that needs to be said. Realistic? Hm. This was SO long ago that I barely remember *just* how real it felt, but I remember it felt real as fuck. I was very little when this happened. I dreamed that I went outside to our porch because there was a weird light and when I stepped outside, a swan and a goose flew down from the light onto the porch to become my late grandpa and my deeply beloved cat Midnight, who died from sickness. I'm sure it was just a dream now, but back then, I was VERY convinced it was like a vision from God or something, telling me they were okay and with us. Do you have a favorite fashion trend? What is it? Is there a fashion trend right now that you think is completely ridiculous, and if so, what? What do you think was the worst fashion trend of all time? I don't care about fashion enough to go in depth about all this. I'll tell you right now though that mullets were the worst mistake known to mankind. Do you tend to like original horror movies or re-makes better? What’s your favorite horror movie? Is it an original or a remake? If you're remaking an old one, I'll probably like it more since they're generally not nearly as cheesy. Modern horror movies, I don't have much of a preference. My fave is The Blair Witch Project, and it's an original. What is one characteristic in a person that you cannot stand? What characteristics do you like best in a person? Do you possess any of these characteristics? Those that act violent when they're angry, for one. Those scare me. Some traits that I really like are compassion, patience, genuineness, empathy, kindness just for the sake of being so, stuff like that. I'd like to think I've got some of those. It's notable that in my nightmares, I'm way more violent than I actually am, though. What kind of jeans do you like best? When I actually wore jeans, they were like solely skinny jeans. What has been the most traumatic experience of your life? Does it still bother you? A very abrupt and poorly-executed breakup after a long-term relationship and falling way, way too hard to be healthy. Does it still bother me? PTSD is stapled on my fucking forehead if you know the slightest about it. I've healed a whole lot, but I'm pretty sure it's a scar that's never going to even fully seal.

[sprngdayv]

ao3 fic recs!

basically just a list of all the fics i read sorted by ship c:

jikook

riptide | 62k + mature

Jeon Jungkook is still just a kid when he sets out for Seoul. He knows about the tall buildings, the maze-like roadways, and dorm life he's signed up for. He expects the difficulties of being a trainee, finds it in the holes of his worn out dance shoes and countless sleepless nights. But what he doesn't expect, could never expect, is meeting Park Jimin.

It's then Jungkook realizes that there's more to learn in Seoul than dance choreographies: about growing up, falling in love, and about himself.

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A three year story [2013-2016] of coming together, breaking apart, and putting each other back together again. Jeon Jungkook learns about change, growing up, and the hardships of falling in love with a friend.

wonder | 7k + teen and up audiences

"You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad." -- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince 

constraint | 40k + explicit

Jungkook is young and he is more acquainted with confusion and poor-decision-making than he’d like to admit. Despite being only 19 years old, he sometimes argues that he’s been through and seen some shit. He is never sure where he’s going to end up and he’s not entirely sure what kind of future is waiting for him. He is often not sure of a lot but he is certain—absolutely certain—that he’s not gay. Alternatively, a story in which Jungkook meets Park Jimin and doesn't like him whatsoever. There's just something about him... there's just so much about him. Jungkook really can't stand him. In fact, he can't stand him so much he can't quite seem to get him off of his mind. 

imperfectly perfect | 205k + mature

Jungkook just moved to Seoul and comes to a new school. He's quite naive and believes that there is good in everyone. He loves photography and always carries his camera with him. He thought his life wasn't going to change much, even though he had moved to Seoul.

However, that changed, when he took a picture of a certain orange-haired boy with the brightest eye-smile he had ever seen.

there for you (love is a road that goes both ways) | 32k + teen and up audiences

Jimin needs a place to stay and Jungkook has a spare room. 

picture (not) perfect | 50k + mature

Jungkook's conceptual photography professor gives him a new assignment, and he finds a unique muse. A dancer named Park Jimin, who he can't stand.  

you are the ruler of the stars (and my heart) | 18k + teen and up audiences

Jimin reluctantly joins his college's Space and Astronomy club on the basis of Taehyung's persuasion. Surrounded by a group of unnecessarily tall space nerds, he unexpectedly finds himself falling in love with one of them. 

red string of fate | 17k + teen and up audiences

There’s a Chinese legend that says two people are connected by a red string around their pinky finger. Said people are meant to be together, no matter what happens in their lives; even if they find themselves going their separate ways at one point, the string never breaks and their paths will always cross again.

or

The one where Jimin and Jungkook were best friends until a confession turns everything upside down. They meet again two years later but things have changed… Or have they?

or

“I can’t believe it took Jungkook having his ass handed to him on a golden platter for them to sort this shit out.”

these things take forever (i especially am slow) | 4k + mature 

In which Jungkook does his level best to be a functioning person, but then Jimin shows up to school in a fluffy oversized sweater skimming the tops of his gorgeous thighs and clutched around his tiny hands like sweater paws, and everything goes to shit.

in which Jimin overworks himself and Jungkook waits up for him | 1k + general audiences

Jimin drags his feet toward the kitchen where the light over the sink remains on. He’s focused entirely on the fridge and thinking about downing one of his chocolate protein shakes when he spots Jungkook slumped over the kitchen table, his head resting on his arms and a blanket over his shoulders.

(alternatively titled: "what are you doing up?" / "waiting for you.")

baby lotion and marigolds. | 16k + general audiences

Jungkook over the years kept his friend at arms distance, from his first day of Kindergarten to his second year in Junior High, never letting anyone get too close, literally and metaphorically.

But then there was Jimin.

God, Jimin.

OR

A ‘even-the-teachers-think-we’re-dating-AU’

just give me a reason | 7k + teen and up audiences

Jimin shows Jungkook the reasons why he needs a girlfriend, and the one reason that he doesn't.

friendly favours | 76k + teen and up audiences

Jimin and Jungkook have been friends for a while now, and that's all they've ever been. Friends. And friends do favours for each other all the time, right? So whenever Jungkook asks for a favour, Jimin always says yes, even when this one particular favour involves pretending to be Jungkook's boyfriend for the next two months. But hey, that's what friends do...right?

artifice | 51k + mature

Taehyung is oblivious, Jimin concludes. Absolutely dumb. It’s hopeless.

Or in which, Jimin gets some help from Jeongguk in order to impress his crush who clearly could use some glasses because Jimin is as transparent as they get.

you don’t bring me flour | 3k + general audiences

In order to graduate, Park Jimin must convince cute grocery cashier Jeon Jungkook that this sack of flour is his beloved child.

not alone | 30k + mature

Jungkook ends up with a baby somehow and his best friend, Jimin, helps him raise it while they both manage new feelings, along with other challenges.

your body is a place to stay | 8k + teen and up audiences

In which Jungkook juggles a five-year-old daughter, Jimin the pretty bookstore employee, and coworkers who like to tease him too much.

who would have thought i’d get you? | 2k + general audiences

in which jimin comes over for dinner, and jungkook and seoyeon try to impress.

(follow-up to your body is a place to stay)

pause, rewind, play | 3k + general audiences

Jimin doesn’t know why it starts. Maybe it’s the eightieth post he’s seen today about him being rejected by Jungkook. But whatever the reason, Jimin starts to not care anymore.

we’ve got chemistree | 19k + teen and up audiences

“Look, my brother invited me to his jolly-ho party next week and I may or may not have also told him that you’re my boyfriend when you’re not actually my boyfriend and that I’ll bring you, my boyfriend, to the party for him to meet just so that I can shove it in everyone else’s faces and hear the end of his and my entire family and extended family’s ceaseless mentions of my single life because it’s getting extremely annoying.”

There was a slight pause. Jungkook squints at him skeptically, “And you told your brother that I’m your fake boyfriend? Me, of all people?”

your little moon face, shining bright at me | 89k + teen and up audiences

Jimin lives an unassuming life, working at the small and quaint coffeehouse known for its reoccurring open mic nights to showcase indie performers, while he juggles between who he truly wants to be and breaking the conformity his parents try to shape him into. It's dull and grey, full of sleepless nights-- dreamless, even, how he doesn't have much going for himself. His routine is all but a fixed, tedium cycle.

That is, until Jimin meets someone interesting during one of their open mic nights.

falling for you again | 30k + teen and up audiences

Jungkook loses all memory of the last five years of his life. Jimin is scared he  will never love him again.

there for you | 33k + teen and up audiences

jeongguk's best friend ditches him an hour before their plane to japan. jimin loses his ticket at the airport and isn't allowed to board his plane to japan. fate or not, jeongguk happens to have a spare ticket and jimin thinks jeongguk is an angel sent to him by god.

or in which cinematography major, jeon jeongguk, and aspiring singer, park jimin, fall in love in the busy streets of tokyo.

yoonmin

maybe i hate you can be our always | 35k + mature

When Yoongi thinks about it, really gives it genuine thought, it's possible that Park Jimin isn't the worst person in the world.

//

(Or, Yoongi and Jimin get off on the wrong foot.)

cleaning clam shells, raising children and falling in love | 49k + teen and up audiences

After an accident leaves him the sole carer of his four-year-old niece, Park Jimin struggles with grief, kiddy tantrums, parenthood, and trying to find himself—but after finding Yoongi within this mess instead, he realises he might not be as alone as he thinks he is.

not crying on a sunday | 125k + teen and up audiences 

Min Yoongi lives in a small town with nothing but his little band of friends and basketball every Thursday until something enters his life in the form of a Park Jimin. Sure he's nothing but a timid little guy at first, but slowly Yoongi learns that the arms wrapped around his waist in every bicycle ride on the way home means more to the both of them.

love is patient, love is kind | 106k + teen and up audiences

For many people, the sky meant freedom, being a small part of the universe, a speck of dust in a long-winding infinity. The sky meant a lot of thing for many people, but for Jimin the sky was a person, a boy who both built and teared his world apart.

Jimin thought that living in a small town was nothing but a punishment that he deserved after being disowned by his parents. That was, until he learned how beautiful yet dangerous a certain scarlet sky could be, he found himself slowly falling in love with it until it became nothing but the only thing that he detests the most in his life.

An accompaniment and sequel to Not Crying On A Sunday.

when you’re in love all the lines get blurred | 36k + teen and up audiences

Jimin isn't sure what possessed him to lie to his mother and tell her that he had a boyfriend, but now that he's opened the position, he has no choice but to fill it. Yoongi is, apparently, his only option.

as you wish | 17k + general audiences

Jimin, a single dad trying to juggle two toddlers and a painful past. Yoongi, a photographer who is lacking inspiration for his next showcase. Jeongguk, a four-year-old who keeps on bringing home stray cats. Namjoon, a six-year-old who just wants to learn how to multiply fractions and read The Princess Bride for the 57th time. Somehow, it becomes a lovestory.

conflicting arrangement | 162k + not rated

"Absolutely not," Yoongi deadpanned. "Namjoon-ah. I value you as a friend, and I think I'd even go as far as to say that you're my best friend, but absolutely fucking not."

"You owe me," Namjoon pleaded. "Come on, Yoongi, it's not a big deal."

"Your boyfriend's best friend's best friend needs a fake boyfriend to come out to his family this Chuseok, all the way in fucking Busan." Yoongi repeated drily without pause, making Namjoon wince. He flipped a page of his textbook, picking up his highlighter. "Not a big deal, Namjoon. Amazing."

math tutor | 11k + teen and up audiences

Min Yoongi is the school's resident Bad Boy™. He's covered in tattoos, is pierced, curses like a sailor, smokes like crazy, doesn't give a shit about anything, possesses a hot temper that has people steering clear of him, and is desperately in love with Park Jimin, the adorable math nerd. When Jimin is tasked with tutoring Yoongi in math, who is in danger of failing the class and being held back a year, both boys are hesitant. Yoongi because he can't think straight around the boy with startling red hair, and Jimin because Yoongi is scary as hell and looks like he can easily kill someone. Gradually, though, the two grow closer, and Jimin finds that Yoongi is nothing like how he'd imagined.

out of my system | 101k + mature

Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart, because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the opening of his friend’s new club.

sweet nothings | 14k + teen and up audiences

Park Jimin really hates Valentine's Day and he really likes Min Yoongi, his co-worker at the bakery and his crush of almost a year and a half. He's shy and awkward and turns into a blushing mess whenever he's around Yoongi, but he wants nothing more than to confess to him and ask him to be his valentine, but Jimin is somewhat of a coward, and he's pretty sure Cupid is out to get him. But little does he know that Yoongi has hidden feelings of his own.

look my way | 5k + general audiences

It all started when Yoongi read his own name and the word 'cute' written in the same sentence on the wall of the boys' bathroom.

But he kind of liked the way his name looked in the stranger's handwriting.

help desk ticket | 64k + mature

That one where Yoongi is the IT guy and Jimin is really, really bad at computers.

sleepovers in my bed | 12k + teen and up audiences

“You should just sleep here, hyung. It’s still raining hard.”

“Should I? My house is literally in front of yours though.”

The fingers in Jimin’s hair continue combing through the locks, soothing and gentle. Yoongi’s ministrations help him dip slowly into sleep. “Just listen to me, hyungie! I’ll make you pancakes in the morning.”

How can Yoongi say no to that?

; or Yoongi and Jimin get to know their selves, each other, and fall in love through a series of sleepovers.

untitled.mp3 | 13k + teen and up audiences

Jimin doesn't expect being suddenly evicted from his apartment right before his senior year of college. He also doesn't expect to move in with his quiet neighbor.

And he's definitely not expecting that neighbor to be his newest music teacher, Professor Min Yoongi.

the 100-day love challenge | 19k + teen and up audiences

For a variety show challenge, Jimin must tell Yoongi every day for 100 days that he loves him.

Let's get this shit started.

sweetening sugar | 63k + explicit

All Min Yoongi wants is to finish college. He wants to get through the remaining five months of his last semester, complete his final project, get his degree and get the hell out of here.

And then Park Jimin happens.

it’s the most wonderful time (of the year) | 55k + teen and up audiences

Park Jimin is only three years old when he meets cooler, older, and smarter Min Yoongi for the first time, and is immediately enamoured.

For the first time in his entire life, Jimin feels an emotion he never thought he would feel: infatuation.

Not that he even understands what that feeling means.

All he knows is that there’s a small, pale boy at the front door of his home, right under the hanging mistletoe, firmly gripping his father’s hand and his mother’s skirt as he stares unabashedly into Jimin’s eyes, rendering him absolutely speechless.

Or

childhood best friends yoonmin growing up together and experiencing the complexities of love & relationships, as well as, the harsh realities of growing older over the years, on Christmas day

because of you | 37k + teen and up audiences

Yoongi is careless over a test and ends up with Jimin tutoring him. Yoongi's sure he's never talked to someone this much in months but he can't say he finds it as annoying or frustrating as he thought he would. 

i'll be a gentleman ('cause i'll be your boyfriend) | 21k + mature

Yoongi isn’t an easy man to surprise, but kisses out of the blue and sudden boyfriend proposals can do the job.

yoonkook

my youth is yours | 10k + teen and up audiences

“What did you say your name was?” says Yoongi, after an eternity of awkward silence.

“Jeongguk,” says Jeongguk. “Um. My name is Jeon Jeongguk. I’m a freshman.”

“Oh,” says Yoongi. “Fucking hell.”

(In which Jeon Jeongguk goes to college, makes some friends, and learns he’s got a lot of growing to do.)

shake bend and break | 48k + mature

Min Yoongi takes in a stray cat. Jeon Jeongguk lives next door.

curiosity killed the cat (but satisfaction brought it back) | 11k + not rated

jungoo :3 [11:45AM] YOONGI SENPAI

yoongi [11:45AM] hey siri fastest way to fucking kill myself

(jungkook, a visual arts major, accidentally texts the wrong user and ends up finding yoongi, a music production major who just wants to sleep. they strike a bet. chaos ensues.)

here comes the sun | 57k + teen and up audiences (THIS IS MY FAV FIC OF ALL TIME PLS READ IT)

“hey, hyung,” jungkook says in a tiny voice into his ear, “how are you? it’s been a minute.”

“it has, hasn’t it.” it’s been two years, which is not hard to believe, because holy fuck— “you got, um. tall.”

that’s not really it. jungkook was already taller than yoongi two years ago. and it’s not a drastic change by any means. it’s just that everything about him is… more. yoongi refuses to think of other words for it.

(or: yoongi comes back to summer camp and finds himself in something of a crisis.)

party tattoos | 24k + teen and up audiences

For a fleeting second, Yoongi doesn’t do anything. His features settle into an expression of softened worry, pretty eyes bleeding questions, the smooth line of his jaw cut sharp.

Then, just as if he’d been doing it all along, Yoongi is hugging him.

Alternatively: Yoongi finds Jeongguk having an anxiety attack in the middle of a party, and manages to catch a few feelings along the way.

draw the future you have dreamed of (give it colour) | 13k + teen and up audiences

Jungkook was supposed to be on his way to a lecture that's starting in ten minutes, oh, wait, nine minutes and a half now, yet he found himself in the middle of a huge supermarket, helplessly wondering if they sold there some handbooks titled How to Handle a Lost 5-Year-Old That's Crying Her Eyes out Right onto My Hoodie and Is Not Able to Tell Me Where Her Parents Are 101.

with a bang (stunted plants can bloom) | 24k + mature

namjoon [1:12] so you met jimin and taes roommate last night

yoongi [1:15] …...yeah

namjoon [1:15] met him real good

yoongi [1:16] oh my god

/

what not to do when you find yourself falling for the guy you almost slept with but then didn’t because he turned out to be your friends’ roommate: a guide by min yoongi

time will be frozen for us | 11k + explicit

The first time it happens is an accident.

Well, more accurately, the first time it happens is because Yoongi is a giant pushover and Jeongguk’s scrunchy nose smile could get him to walk through an ice storm in the dead of winter, even though Yoongi hates being cold more than anything.

Yoongi acknowledges this ‘softness-toward-Jeongguk-truth’, albeit not to Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin who pointed it out—

(“If he said he needed to, like, knife you for a project you would let him.” “I would not.” “You genuinely might.” “You totally would.” “You’re legitimately considering if you would right now.” “Would all of you kindly fuck the fuck off.” “You’re irritated because it’s true, Yoongi-yah.”)

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(or yoongi and jeongguk fall asleep in some beds together and then there's a lot of metaphors, low key skinny love cliché, somewhere between slow and fast burn, and then kitchen counters and lotsa touching)

twenty-four | 20k + teen and up audiences

“i’m doing a social experiment and writing about it,” taehyung says easily. “i decided to handcuff two people together for twenty-four hours and have them report back to me on the experience. you guys are an ideal pair for this, really, because of your contradictory lifestyles. kookie goes to the gym every day, yoongi hasn’t seen the sun in what, four years -“

“jungkook has a semi-healthy sleep schedule, and yoongi texted me at two a.m. asking if i want to grab dinner,” namjoon supplies.

“i am the pinnacle of health,” yoongi snaps. the handcuffs clink as jungkook lifts their arms.

“so you just. handcuffed us together while we were sleeping?"

slowly drifting to you | 32k + teen and up audiences

A stranger argues with him over cat ratings on his own damn blog, and Yoongi wasn't expecting it to be the start of a friendship, but here they are.

(Or: Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi run a travel blog, Yoongi's been running for three years, and Jungkook is lonely in Seoul.)

home is (this house and the people in it) | 83k + explicit

“okay,” namjoon says slowly, “you can’t just drag strangers home with you because they tell you their name.”

“we didn’t kidnap him. he is here very much of his own volition,” taehyung pipes in. he slaps at jeon jungkook’s shoulder. the boy looks sort of pained, and yoongi can’t blame him. “we met him at a street corner, near jimin’s work. it was raining, and he didn’t have an umbrella, and he was looking kind of lost, so we asked him to come with us.”

“and you just went with them? two strangers? them?” namjoon stresses, and jimin and taehyung look kind of uncertain, like they’re not sure whether they were just insulted.

jungkook merely shrugs.

“you end up doing all kinds of shit,” he says, and yoongi perks up at the sound of his voice, “when you live out of your car.”

/

or: jungkook stays for a night, and then ends up staying a lot longer.

fool me once | 24k + teen and up audiences

Yoongi is thirty years old and alone. He's got a watered-down version of his dream job (working for a small-town paper writing fluff pieces and ghostwriting the advice column), an older sister who won't stop trying to set him up with every girl she knows, and today is his parents' fortieth anniversary.

Maybe if he was happier he wouldn't have pretended to be someone else's blind date in the middle of the train station.

good love grown | 52k + not rated

“are you haeun’s other dad? kim taehyung’s husband?”

and, you see, jungkook has never really done well in the presence of beautiful men. the man standing before him has nice slacks on, as well as a dress shirt that’s rolled up to his elbows, and he looks devastating. his hair is bleach blond, almost white, and a bit of a contrast to his outfit; something about his entire aura is captivating. jungkook finds himself staring as his brain tries to come up with an appropriate answer.

“uh,” he mumbles, eloquently. “um, yes.”

no, his mind screams at him, almost immediately after the words have left his mouth. no, no, no! he is not kim taehyung’s husband, just the thought of it sends shivers up his spine, but standing in front of this beautiful, ruinous man, he is kim taehyung’s fucking husband.

fuck, he thinks, as the man grins at him. fuck.

// or: jungkook gay panics, and has to pretend to be a dad just because he's powerless against pretty men (yoongi).

love me lights out | 10k + mature

Min Yoongi is the student TA for Digital Mix Techniques 201, aka Jeongguk's eight a.m. this semester, aka his thrice-weekly reminder that he is, in fact, gay.

That's how it starts.

take me out (we’re going down) | 20k + teen and up audiences

There are a lot of things that Jungkook expected from his junior year of college. General stress. Student debt.

He did not expect to be hit by a car.

It’s going well.

who hide from the sun | 24k + explicit

“It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re seventeen and planning for someday. And then, quietly, and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”

taekook

pillowtalk (i'm sooooorry) | 9k + general audiences

Jungkook knows he made Taehyung angry, so he sneaks into his room to make things up.

[Taekook being cute]

supercut of us | 4k + mature

“I think it was destiny? It wasn’t university housing that brought us together, it was fate. He’s like, my soul-roommate.”

“So your soulmate,” says Seokjin.

“No,” says Jeongguk. “My soul-roommate. I wanna live with him forever. I think he might be the Great Roommate Of My Life.”

Seokjin squints at him.

to always follow the sun | 36k + explicit

In which Jeongguk upgrades from being his boss' frazzled and overworked assistant to prospective future step-parent practically overnight.

we’d be good, we’d be great | 25k + mature

Taehyung and Jeongguk have been best friends for six years.

operation: get taehyung a boyfriend | 14k + teen and up audiences

Jimin and Yoongi are finally dating and everything would be perfect if Taehyung would stop freaking cockblocking them. Every time Jimin and Yoongi seem to have a moment to themselves, an unintentionally oblivious Taehyung somehow ruins the moment. So Jimin devises the perfect plan; to get Taehyung a boyfriend so he'll leave the two of them alone. Enter Jeon Jungkook, a shy boy who has no friends and is Taehyung's secret crush and Jimin's new target.

fall asleep (fall for you) | 150k + mature

“They say when you fall in love you can’t fall asleep, but now that I’ve met you I feel like I finally can.”

A University AU where Jungkook and Taehyung become roommates. But Jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and Taehyung can't fall asleep alone.

brace face | 13k + not rated

Taehyung desperately wants to be popular and Jungkook just wants to see Taehyung smile.

hiraeth | 100k + explicit

Jeongguk has learned the hard way from the tender age of thirteen when his father pushed him down the stairs, that people are a disappointment. They always will be and so he breaks hearts instead.

Hurt people hurt people.

Jeongguk likes hurting girls, but he doesn't like hurting Kim Taehyung.

 the happiest place on earth | 15k + explicit

“Oh god, Kook. Don’t tell me you’re going to propose in front of the Cinderella Castle. That’s like, extra cheesy. The most cheese, even for you.”

“No?” Jungkook laughs. Does it sound as nervous to Taehyung as it does to himself? “No, that’s corny. Definitely not.”

the time space continuum (or something) | 9k + teen and up audiences

Jeongguk's kind of sad drunk. A boy out of time. Taehyung is kind of gross. The boy who waits.

come on, lattice bond | 12k + teen and up audiences

“Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung!” he greets. “Biochem senior and your very knowledgeable senpai-slash-mentor.”

“Jeon Jeongguk,” the boy replies. “Bio major.”

Taehyung is on the quest to be Jeongguk's ultimate senpai. Unfortunately, life has other plans. (Lab!AU)

king of the library, knight of his trade | 47k + teen and up audiences

Moral of the story? Don't fuck with Jeon Jungkook or else you'll end up ruining your perfect attendance to chase his coattails.

namjin

a seokjin in shining armor | 3k + teen and up audiences

Still, Seokjin hears it, loud and clear, when someone sitting at the table next to his says, "Come on, Namjoon. We both know you're not really gay."

Seokjin freezes, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. Because what?

(An "I overheard someone making you upset by saying you can't be queer so I decided to pretend to be your significant other" AU.)

a sugar coated pill and a come pick me up | 25k + teen and up audiences

As Namjoon stood slightly removed from the scene, bemusedly watching the six-year-olds swarm around his cooler (which he had borrowed from his mom), he didn’t even notice that someone had sidled up next to him until he heard the tiny, but undoubtedly exasperated, huff.

He followed the sound, turning his head to the right. A guy was standing there, arms crossed, lips pursed. He let out another huff, louder this time, but only slightly.

Namjoon refused to acknowledge him. What the fuck was this guy’s deal? Was he really that bitter that his six-year-old just lost a soccer game for six-year-olds?

One more huff from the guy.

He was beginning to think this guy’s lips were just perpetually pursed and would simply never, ever unpurse themselves, when he, the guy, finally unpursed his lips to speak.

“I just think it’s pretty irresponsible to bring Gatorade to a soccer game for first graders,” he said, huffily, “No offense.”

(or: namjin are soccer dads who fall in luv)

taegi

all these sleepless nights | 62k + explicit

Yoongi is a writer whose life is falling apart around him.

Until one day he sees a stranger reading his book and everything changes.

because fries and mixtapes | 6k + not rated

Yoongi works the graveyard shift at a fast food restaurant while trying to make it big. Taehyung has insomnia.

sope

same damn hunger | 40k + explicit

When it comes to fucking around with his best friend, Yoongi follows two rules:

1. They must be inebriated.

2. They must not kiss.

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World Of Color: Part 2

Sander Sides Fanfiction    Part 1

Summary: Patton relaxes and talk to his family.

Word Count: 1,811

Patton sank into his room, panicking. They were going to figure it out! They were all going to know! Why couldn’t he just act normal? Patton breathed heavily as he leaned up against his closed bedroom door.

Patton didn’t know how long it was before he finally started to calm down nut when he was he sat down on his bed, thinking about the events that had occurred. He then started trying to reassure himself, and it slowly began to work.

After all, He told himself. Just because I reacted the way I did doesn’t mean that they know about my secret.

Patton was drawn out of his thoughts when he felt a sharp stab of pain coming from his pounding headache. He was still worried but there was nothing he could about it do now. What was done was done, and there was no use worrying about it. Right now he needed to focus on getting rid of this pain in his head.

Standing up Patton made his way over to his bathroom and took a painkiller. Standing in the center of the room, his eyes wandered over the bathtub. One thing he loved to do was to take hot baths and listen to music.

He smiled to himself, a long bath was just what he needed to help himself relax. Walking over to the tub he plugged the drain and turned on the hot water tap on full blast and poured in some bubble mix. Leaving the bathroom Patton trapped the steam in by shutting the door behind him and grabbed his phone.

Back in the bathroom he turned off the water and flipped through his music before settling on a classical music playlist. Logan had introduced him to the music genre and Patton found that not only did he enjoyed the peaceful instrumental music, but the colors were amazing.

He placed the playlist on shuffle and smiled when one of the songs started. The steam from the water made his colors all the more alive. It gave off the appearance of looking to be almost 3D and he loved it. Quickly disrobed the Cheerful Side climbed into the bubbly, hot water and felt his body relax as he watched the colors dance about with the music playing in the background.

Yes, there was a chance of his family figuring out his secret but he can worry about that later. Right now Patton was going to relax and enjoy his colors.

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It had been a couple of hours since Patton had left the others and his bath had long since gone cold. By now he decided wasn't going to worry about his secret being found out, there was a chance that his family had not figured it out yet.

The Child-Like Aspect was now sitting on his bed with his stuffies, coloring when he felt the light tugging of being summoned. Putting down his coloring book he sank into the real world and appeared in his usual place in front of the blinds. Looking around Patton saw everyone sitting on the couch. Well except for Virgil, he was sitting on the coffee table.

“Hey, kiddos!” Morality greeted in his usual, cheerful voice “what’s up?”

“Patton,” Logan said, “how about you sit down?”

“Sure,” he said with a smile and plopped down next to Roman. “Is everything okay?”

“Patton,” The Creative Side said gently “we wanted to ask you something.”

“But only if you’re okay with it,” Virgil added quickly.

“Of course! You can ask me anything!”

“Good, because we wanted to ask….” Logan’s voice trailed off before continuing “Patton, do you have Synesthesia?”

Patton froze, eyes wide “how.. How did you find out?”

“So it’s true?” Logic asked, ignoring his question.

“Yes…” The Normally-Cheerful Side admitted looking down, ashamed “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Roman asked.

“For… lying to you” it was hard to do so but he needed to say it.

“What are you talking about?” Thomas asked, “when did you lie to us?”

“I never told you my secret!” He said looking up, confused “I lied to you because I never told you!”

“Patton..” The Youngest Trait said slowly, “we don’t care that you didn’t tell us. Yeah, you kept something from us and sure we may not understand why but it's okay. Everyone is entitled to their secrets and it’s up to them to decide when they want to share it. We’re just glad that you're telling us now.”

“But I didn’t tell you! You found out on your own!”

“You're telling us now.” The Logical Attribute pointed out, “and now that you are we want to ask you some questions about your Synesthesia.”

Patton looked at his friends, his family, in shock “You…. you forgive me?”

“Of course we do!” Thomas said with a soft smile.

Patton turned to look at Virgil “I’m sorry for yelling of you.” He said, “do you forgive me too?”

“Yeah, I do. After all.” The Negative Counterpart said, “you guys have forgiven me for much worse.”

“Oh.. Thank you kiddo” Virgil gave him a nod and a small smile and the fatherly trait looked up at Logan with a grin spreading across his face “well, in that case, ask away!’

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“How does your Synesthesia work?” The Scholarly Aspect asked, wasting no time whatsoever.

Patton frowned, confused. “What do you mean? Like how it works in general or how it works for me?”

“For you, I am already aware of how it works from a general standpoint.”

“Oh! Okay.” The Eldest Side paused, thinking of the best way to explain it “well my type of Synesthesia is called ‘colored hearing’ which means that I see colors when I hear sounds. It's the same when words spoken to me or I read them.”

“Fascinating.” Logan said, “Does your alphabet have colors as well?”

“Yes,” Patton noded.

“Can you give us an example?” Virgil asked.

“What kind of example?”

“Ooo! Like, do our names have colors?!” Roman asked excitedly and Patton gasped.

“Yes, they do!” He said “I almost forgot. I’ve always wanted to tell you guys them and now I can!” Patton was full of bubbly energy as he went and told each side what the color of their name. “Roman: your name is glossy red, like your sash! With a little bit of a gold shine to it.”

“Like glitter?” The Dramatic Side asked hopefully.

“Just like glitter!”

“Defiantly fits Princey.” Virgil commented “what mine?”

“Virgil: your’s takes on the shape of sharp, eggy, dark purple zig-zags outlined with black.” Anxiety nodded in approval and Patton moved on to the next side, “Logan: your name is a dark navy blue with thin black stripes. It also has the texture of paper, kind of like the page in a book.”

“Fascinating.” The Rational Facet whispered with awe.

“What color is my name?” Thomas asked.

Patton looked over at his Host and smiled “your name is my favorite.” He admitted, “I think everyone’s are beautiful but your name is the one I like best.”

“What color is it?” Roman asked.

“It's rainbow and super sparkly.” Patton said with a smile “but not glitter sparkly… it's more like… Anime sparkles.” He paused before nodding to himself “yeah like anime sparkles.” He confirmed.

“What color is your name?” Logan asked.

“Mine? Well, it’s light blue with little flecks of light grey, like my cat hoodie, and it’s fuzzy and soft like dog or cat fur.”

“Wow.” Thomas said softly “that’s amazing Pat.”

“Why would you hide something like this from us?” Virgil asked and Patton looked down. His body filling with shame.

“Because… I was worried that you’d think that something was wrong with me and try and ‘fix me’ because I’m not normal.” The Synesthete Side whispered.

“Falsehood.” Logan said “nothing is wrong with you Patton, while this may be unusual and rare you are not strange... Also, nobody is ‘normal’ for everyone is different.”

“That's right!” Roman said “everybody is weird and strange, it’s what makes them unique! Being weird and strange might as well be normal.”

Patton blushed “aww well thanks kiddos.”

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The rest of the afternoon was filled with the family talking about Patton’s Synesthesia and asking him questions about it but the Moral Side didn’t mind. They were all so nice and accepting of him. Patton had nearly burst into tears of happiness when Virgil gave him a pair of noise-canceling headphones. Saying that he could use them when he got too overwhelmed by noises.

They eventually had to stop for the day because Roman and Logan had to finish up some planning for a short video. And Thomas was going to film a video with his friends for his second channel. So the sides sunk out of the real world and back into the Mindplace.

Roman and Virgil quickly headed up to their rooms and Patton was about to follow when he was stopped by Logan.

“If you don’t mind,” he said, “I have something to give you.”

“Oh okay!” Patton said, surprised, and his logical friend quickly hurried up the stairs to his room and came back down with a book in hand.

Logan stopped in front of him and handed it over to him. Patton took the book and looked at the cover which was a light mango orange with a picture of a white silhouette of a cat, and the title written inside. The multi-colored letters of the title gave him a slight headache due to them being different than his own.

Patton looked up with a questioning look and his Logan quickly explained “it’s called ‘Mango Shaped Space’ by Wendy Mass. It is a story about a young girl with Synesthesia, specifically colored hearing such as yourself. While the story may be fictional the author made sure to express full understand all types of Synesthesia and what synesthetes experience.”

Morality's face split into a huge grin and he threw his arms around his friend who stiffened before awkwardly returning the hug. “Thank you, Logan, I love it!”

“Of course. It was not a problem, I hope you enjoy it.” Logic said, pulling away.

“No, no, not just that.” He shook his head “but yes, thanks for the book. What I meant to say was, thank you. Thank you to you and the others for being so nice to me about all this, it means a lot and I’ll be sure to thank them later.”

Logan gave a small, rare smile full of understanding. “Your welcome” was all he said before leaving.

Patton left to his room shortly after Logan to read his new book. All with a smile on his face, now that his family knew his secret (and that he knew that they still loved him for it) he felt closer to them then he ever had before.

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The Bowers Gang: Ship #2 - Patrick Hockstetter

Request: Hi. ~ ( Sorry for my bad english, I'm Italian. ) First of all I wanted to say I love your headcanon on the Bowers Gang and your writing. This is my ship request. 💙✨I'd like to be shipped with Patrick. ( My physical description )My hair is bright red ( dyed ) and half shaved. I usually wear blue contact lenses and make-up ( eyeliner and pink/red eyeshadow ); I also wear glasses. I am tall 5'6''. ( Personality ) I am an extrovert girl and very talkative, I often annoy my friends talking about the movies I have seen and the books I read ( My favourite films are A Clockwork Orange, Benny's Video, Crash, Good Fellas, Nosfretatu, Videodrome; my favourite books are Catch-22 and Naked Lunch. ) My friends usually describe me as arrogant and very impulsive; also someone told me that I look like a cupcake filled with poison 'cause I have a pretty face but I am very sarcastic and I'm used to threat anyone who says to me something I think it's offensive ( I am very prickly. ) Also I am very anxious and nervous about lots of things like keep my grades up and always look pretty, similar to a Barbie or Jessica Rabbit ( so I wear make-up everyday, wear clothes like crop-top and shorts and keep my weight down. ) I am the kind of person that tries to always win because don't know how to handle a defeat. I suffer from OCD so I have lots of irrational fears ( example: if I don't repeat a phrase an even number of times I'll be hit by a car and die ). I also have compulsion like repeat every action two/four times ( never three or five ) and I eat different foods ( as chips and meat ) in different plates because I'm scared to be poisoned if they touch. Me and my cousin's boyfriend usually do things like burn little insects or trap them in something ( like a glass full of water ) and put them in the fridge to freeze them. I also smoke a lot ( cigarettes, I don't like weed so much ) and really like to drink, even if I rarely get drunk. Sometimes I get involved in fights, always out of school, and I became pretty violent; I am not so strong but I have always a little knife with me or a chain, worn as a necklace. I only sleep few hours at night because I usually spend time drawing ( I draw only naked people and without the head ) or reading / watching something. I am not a jealous girl, I always leave a lot of freedom to my partners. I don't believe in moral laws applicable to anyone, I think that there isn't something always wrong or always right and for me the end justifies the means. I did my best, I hope I went deep enough. 

Patrick first started creeping on you entirely because of your physical appearance 

Kind of struck him as the type of person who likes to act crazy, rather than someone who actually is crazy, but likes that better than actual crazy because it gives him the opportunity to test the fuck out of your limits

Legitimately experienced euphoria-level joy when he saw red hair, blue eyes, crazy eye-shadow, and shaved-headedness all on one person, and decided he needed to “get a taste” of you as soon as possible

... Which eventually led to you guys actually getting together, because ya’ll are two fucked up peas in a pod

Patrick traded you one of his old lighters (but not the sacred Zippo lighter) for your chain necklace when you guys first got together

Half because he wanted people to know that you were his, half because he wanted to choke you with the chain during sex from day one

He becomes the permanent light for your chain-smoking habit (lights every cigarette you ever smoke, hands-down)

Friggin’ loves that you’re not clingy

Will sometimes tell you about other people he wants to fuck, so you can rate them together

The judgement is real, though - you’re both basically Simon Cowell when it comes to sizing other people up, and just end up roasting most of them into oblivion 

It’s a bonding activity though, so yay (?)

Also insanely turned on by the pictures you draw, and sometimes asks you to draw specific people from school so he can use their decapitated naked bodies as jerk-off fuel

Also likes that he can mess around with other people without having to sneak around... 

... but would literally kill you if you did the same

Seriously - you can give Patrick all the freedom you want, but you don’t have any freedom whatsoever where he’s concerned. You’re his girl.

If you test this limit, there will be serious consequences. 

You guys kill insects together all the time and he loves it oh my gosh

He’s never had the opportunity to kill with someone who actually enjoys it before, and he’s on the darkest version of cloud 9 you’ve ever seen 

Legitimately starts to take a big chunk out of the time he spends with the guys, because he’d rather be in the woods fucking up Jiminy Cricket with you 

Always leads to insane, animal sex in which you just get fucked right out in the open (sometimes pounded against a tree, other times held down on the ground - orgasms galore either way)

Gets more violent with you than any other partner though, because you get his killing instinct hot and bothered 

You get burned, scalded, cut, stabbed, choked, slapped, bitten, scratched, and drowned all within the first 3 months (and we all know homeboy is just getting started)

Eventually starts trying to goad you into killing bigger animals with him (”Come on, princess - you’re tellin’ me you’ve never wanted to move on to bigger and better things before?” *Gets all up in your personal space, grazing your lips with his* “That doesn’t sound like the heinous bitch I know...” *Peer-pressure filled Hockstetter grin*)

... But will settle for the insects if that’s really all he can get 

Still surprises you with a cat or a rabbit once in a while though, and expects you to watch him kill it even if you won’t participate

Doesn’t give a fuck about your OCD issues 

Actively tries to trigger you by mixing your food around on your plate when you eat near him, and by messing up your counts when you try to repeat things a certain number of times

Sometimes even tries to inspire new irrational fears by telling you you’ll probably die if you don’t count this, repeat that, etc.

Both because he finds it hilarious, and because he thinks your temper is sexy af

High-key rubs himself through his pants every time he sees you break out into a fight with someone

Screams anything he possibly can to rile you up more, so you’ll mess the other person up even worse than you originally planned to

Will 100% use your concerns about always looking your best against you when he gets angry though (”Dressing like a whore won’t help you, sweetie - you’re still the ugliest thing I’ve ever fucked.”)

For the most part though, gets a big kick out of his relationship with you

Moves on when you reach your batshit crazy limit for the time-being...

... but starts hanging around you again at random points throughout your life 

Because of your unique traits (i.e. because you killed with him, and because you generally don’t give a shit) you’re a “toy” he’ll never get fully bored of

Expect a random Hockstetter visit at least once every 4 months, even after you guys split up

[rebelminxy]

Once a King, Always a King (Friday)

Pairing: KingBacchus!Jensen x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 9211

Square Filled: Bondage

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Content, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female and Male Receiving), Some Fluff, Smut, Bondage, Unprotected Sex

Summary: Jensen is heading to New Orleans to participate in Mardi Gras as the King of Bacchus. But there is one girl he wants to celebrate the fun-filled weekend with. Now that he has the chance to show her how he really feels, while being in her hometown and having some fun together, will their relationship blossom to more than just friends?

A/N:  So, first off, I have total respect for the Ackles family. I adore their family dynamic and this fic isn’t meant to offend them in any way whatsoever. This is purely written for fun and I send the Ackles family all the best positive vibes I have hoping they continue to be as happy as always. For this fic, Jensen is single. I got the idea after seeing a few videos of his time down here for Mardi Gras and seeing him dressed as the King of Bacchus at the parade. This is my twelfth square filled for @spnkinkbingo .  Feedback is welcomed and hope y’all enjoy it!

A/N 2: I honestly don’t have Jensen’s entire schedule that he had while he was here, so I will mention the ones we know about from social media and add a few things here and there that he could possibly have done while in the city.

SERIES MASTERLIST

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MASTERLIST

               Jensen woke up from a happy dream. He dreamt that he and (Y/N) had slept together, that he was finally able to touch, taste and see what he always wanted. That he finally had hope that she was into him like he was into her. He turned in his bed and opened his eyes to see that what he dreamt was a reality. There, on the other side of the bed, laid (Y/N) with the covers only on her bottom half. Her hair was all over the pillow and he could see the slight bruising on her breasts from his biting. He wished they had gone on some more, wish he could have lasted longer, but he was very content with what they had shared. This gave him hope, that maybe she really was into him.

              He reached over a gently caressed her arm that was beside her. But at the slightest touch, (Y/N)’s body reacted, and a slight jump made her wake up. She looked around the room with groggy eyes and finally landed on Jensen.  She smiled and leaned up onto her elbows.

“Good morning and happy birthday J.”

“Mm, yeah that was a great start for a birthday,” he said huskily.

“Well, birthday sex is the great sex, especially between friends that are cool with it.”

              Jensen instantly looked up at her, seeing the bright smile on her face as she lifted the covers over the rest of her body. He couldn’t tell if she was serious about that comment or measuring out his reaction to the word friends. He wasn’t sure how to react, so he nodded his head in agreement. He watched as she got out of bed and wrapped her body in the sheet, making her way towards the bathroom. All he really wanted to do was climb out of bed and yank that sheet away from her, to see the body he kissed and caressed. But he kept himself under control, thinking that maybe he was rushing into things.

              He thought back on their night together and he could admit to himself they never really clarified exactly what the sex meant. All he said was that he wanted her, and she admitted to the same notion. But he never told her how he really felt about her and by the looks of it, she could really be assuming it was only sex and nothing else. Jensen wanted to beat himself in when that thought came through, wishing he had said something before they had sex. His thoughts were interrupted with a knock at the door, causing him to get out of bed to see who it was.

              On the other side was his closest friend, dressed in a black suit but no tie. That’s when it hit Jensen he had to get dressed for today’s event.

“Children’s hospital, I know,” he groaned out as he turned away from the door. “Let me take a quick shower and get dressed.”

“Looks like you slept well enough. Your friend ok with you walking around in boxers?”

              Jensen huffed a response, heading to his closet to take out his powder blue jacket and khaki pants. His friend followed him into the room and Jensen turned to see him looking at the floor, exactly where all the clothes from last night were thrown. He looked back up at Jensen and groaned.

“I told you not to sleep…”

“Well it happened and right now I don’t want to talk about it. Going to get ready once she gets out of the shower.”

              Jensen didn’t wait for his friend’s response, pushing him out towards the exit to shut the door right behind him. Jensen groaned as he leaned against the door. He then heard the water from the shower shut off, making his way back to the room to start getting ready.

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“Sit down so I can get you picture ready.”

              Jensen looked at (Y/N) with the mirror he was standing in front of. He was finally dressed and was wondering how he would fix his hair. But there she stood next to a chair that was next to a desk in the bedroom. Her makeup and hair items were all laid out. Jensen turned around to face her, admiring her smile.

“We can’t send you out there without hiding those wrinkles.”

“Excuse you, they are laugh lines.”

              She giggled as Jensen made his way to sit in the chair. He eyed her up and down, loving the cute navy-blue polka dot dress she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with side-swept bangs. The hair that hung from the ponytail was curled, and a nice bow was tied to the ends. Her makeup was simple but Jensen couldn’t keep his eyes off her bright red lips.

“Hey, mister, focus! I need you facing forward so I can do my work.”

              Jensen grunted as he sat straight in his chair and let her work her magic. In just a few minutes, she had his hair gelled back into his usual style, and his face concealed and powdered as usual for the bright lights.

“And, done! Good thing I’m here to make sure your reputation as a handsome man doesn’t get ruined.”

“Oh, so you think I’m handsome eh,” Jensen laughed as he got up from the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

“I said your reputation!” she responded, slapping his hands that were sliding along her waist. “Now be a good boy and behave.”

“What if I don’t behave?” he growled into her ear.

“Then no birthday fun later,” she whispered back. “Now, time for you to go because everyone is waiting for you downstairs.”

“But you promised you were coming,” he urged as she walked away.

“I am, I just need to get the rest of your makeup together to do any touch-ups.”

              Jensen pouted as she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a pair of red heels. She put them on and grabbed the striped blue and white bag he bought for her for Christmas. Looking back to see him still standing there, she smiled and walked over, tapping his cheek with her fingers.

“Promise I will be down before you leave. The guys just want to break a toast before the busy day.”

              Jensen quietly nodded and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He made his way out of the room and down to the main floor of the hotel. There, his friends were in a circle with orange juice filled glasses that he assumed were mimosas. They all greeted him and handed him a glass before the questions began.

“So little birdie told us you hooked up with your girl from work. That was quicker than what some of us expected.”

“Shut it. It’s not your business so respect her ok.”

“Ok fine, but you better not ruin your workplace with this. Imagine how hard it will be to work with someone you slept with.”

              Jensen huffed as he took a sip. After a few minutes, (Y/N) finally climbed out of the elevator and walked over to the group. Jensen noticed as she made her way towards them, all his friends grew silent and stared at her with wide eyes. He then felt someone tapping his shoulder.

“Will say this, she is confident for a girl her size.”

              Jensen punched his friend in the arm, giving him a glare. His friend backed away, quietly apologizing as he rubbed his arm. When Jensen looked back to where (Y/N) was, she was looking inside her bag, pulling out her phone.

“Ok let’s get a picture of you guys together then one of J alone to send to the folks back in Vancouver. Jared and Misha made me promise to take tons of pictures.”

              They all posed together, doing silly poses for each picture she took, then she took a few of Jensen alone, posing in different areas of the hotel. Then, Jensen’s closest friend walked over towards her and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and handed her the phone, walking over towards Jensen afterward.

“Says we should get one together to send to everyone.”

              Jensen nodded in agreement. (Y/N) moved to stand by his side, hands together in front of her as she looked towards the camera. Jensen posed next to her, his hand right on the crook of her back. That’s when he saw from the corner of his eye how his friends were staring at (Y/N), which made him feel a bit of jealousy. So, he motioned for his friend to take another, but this time, he moved to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Since he was taller than her, he was able to place his chin on the top of her head, careful to not ruin her hair. The picture was taken, and she quickly moved away, not letting him see her face. But he knew she was blushing furiously since she wasn’t one to be very affectionate around others. It was already a big deal when Jared would hug her on set in front of everyone, so he knew how she would react at what he just did.

              After a few more pictures, they all climbed into the bus from yesterday and enjoyed the view of the city towards the Children’s Hospital. On the way, Jensen was pulled to the side to talk to the handler, being told what the plan was. He was to meet a few of the patients and staff, give a small speech that was already made for him and to take a few pictures. It was planned to be a quick in and out, which didn’t make Jensen feel happy. He wanted to spend some time with the staff, especially the children. Before they arrived to the hospital, (Y/n) came over to touch up his makeup and make sure his hair was in place.

“Excited to see the kids?” she asked as she powdered his nose.

“Yeah, but by the looks of it we won’t be here for long.”

“Really? And that bothers you?”

“Yeah, I mean I was excited to see the kids and staff, spend a bit of time with them.”

“Hmm, well, I get they have plans and all but maybe we can find a way to… don’t know…stall the trip?”

              Jensen looked at (Y/N) as she gave him a wink.

“You better not do anything crazy,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

              All she did was smile at him and finish her touch-ups. They finally made it to the hospital and just like yesterday, everyone else got off leaving Jensen dead last. He was given a handful of coins to throw at the crowd once he got off, which he found fun as he watched people scramble to catch the piece of plastic. He was guided inside as the cameras flashed around him. He looked behind him to make sure (Y/N) was fine, walking behind him. His handler wasn’t too happy with the extra person but when he was told she was Jensen’s personal makeup artist, he agreed with a mumble, letting her join them.

              As Jensen walked through the hospital, he was greeted by many members of the staff, a few wearing shirts he and the cast had made for charity events they held. When they walked into the big hall of the hospital, he was taken back by how many kids were there waiting for him with big applause. They all cheered for him and many held a picture of him in their hands. Some even had the anti-possession symbol drawn on their little bald heads. He moved about the room, handing everyone coins he grabbed from the bag the handler was carrying, greeting everyone with a big smile as a band was playing music in the background. He was then given a bead that had the Children’s Hospital symbol on it, placing it around his neck and making sure everyone could see it by unbuttoning his jacket.

              After the music ended, he was guided towards a podium where an older gentleman stood, waiting for him. Camera’s were surrounding the podium as they recorded everything. Jensen looked over to (Y/N) who gave him two thumbs up, letting him know he was doing great. That itself calmed his nerves a bit, thankful that’s she was there with him. As the older gentleman began his speech, it was then Jensen found out the guy was the Captain of Bacchus, someone he was going to meet at the crowning. Jensen was so lost in his mind that he almost missed the man calling his name, presenting him to the crowd. Jensen shook the man’s hand and walked up to the podium, ready to give the speech he had been practicing.

“How’s everybody doing today? Pretty good?” he asked the crowd as they all responded with cheers. While he was talking, someone’s phone rang. He looked over to the reporter who was silencing his phone and said, “Just take a message for me will ya?” causing the crowd to burst into laughter.

“Well, it’s an honor and a privilege and I am very humble to be here. And I hope to get to see all you guys and hand out some of these doubloons here for you. There’s probably some laying on the ground there, there goes one,” he said right when the jingle of a coin falling to the ground was heard. He was glad he was making everyone laugh.

“Umm, anyways, the week started yesterday. We got into town and we’ve been so thrilled with the outpouring of hospitality from this city, and I have always loved this town. Living in Austin gives me the chance to come here often, and a dear friend of mine is from New Orleans,” he continued as he pointed towards (Y/N) who was standing close by. She waved at him with a big smile as he waved back and continued his speech.

“I love it here, and I love coming here. This is really a special way to celebrate Mardi Gras, and it’s also a special way to celebrate my birthday which also happens to be today.” The crowd cheered loudly as he continued. “Yes, this was certainly one of the events this week that I was really, truly looking forward to. So, just wanted to say thank you, thank you for being here! I’m thrilled to be here as well, and Hail Bacchus!”

              The crowd gave him applause as he walked away from the podium, his eyes falling on to (Y/N)’s who was smiling so much as she clapped along. He smiled back at her and turned his focus back to the gentlemen around him. The Captain then told him that the children had something for him, which a young boy with a Spider-Man mask painted on his face walked over with a Paper Mache crown. Jensen moved down to kneel, so the boy could place the crown on his head and smiled at him as everyone clapped more. Photographers circled around them as Jensen placed an arm over the boy’s shoulders and took pictures with him, smiling. He handed the boy a few doubloons and patted him on the head as the boy whispered a ‘thank you’ and walked away.

              Jensen was thanking everyone when suddenly a reporter asked him about how important it was for him to make a stop at the hospital during the festivities planned.

“Very important. In fact, this was one of the most important things to me. Obviously looking forward to the parade. This is my first Mardi Gras. We saw a few videos of Muses last night on the way here so if that was any indication of what Bacchus is going to be like, I better get some sleep.”

              Jensen looked around with a smile as everyone laughed and giggled at his mention of sleep, thinking to himself that if (Y/N) was going to be in his room the rest of the weekend, sleep wasn’t going to be the main priority, not after last night.

“But this was on the list of things I was most looking forward to. You know, my best friend has three kids, who I love like they are my own. And children are just a big part of my life, hopefully, one day I will have my own. And when they said Children’s Hospital, that we were going to stop by here, without question. And I brought my close friends, telling them I was going to need support if I’m going to go shake some hands and see some kids because it holds a special place in my heart. So happy to be here, thrilled to do it.”

              Once Jensen was done with his answer, he looked around him wondering what was next when suddenly the band started playing Happy Birthday and burst into song. Jensen clapped along as he stood there, watching everyone clap to the music. During the singing, Jensen pointed at (Y/N) and signaled for her to come by him. She pushed her way through the reporters and stood next to him, smiling brightly.

“Happy Birthday big boy. You were awesome up here. And nice crown!”

              Jensen leaned closer to her, whispering a ‘thank you’ in her ear as he grabbed her hand and held it in his. He could see the bit of pink flush her cheeks as she guided their finger laced hands behind her, not letting the reporters see. Once the song was done, the handler told Jensen that they were going to walk around and meet the staff and patients that were there. He turned to look at (Y/N) and took off his crown, handing it to her.

“Take good care of this now.”

“With my life,” she responded.

              Jensen smiled at her before turning to face the crowd, heading in the direction he was guided to. Once he reached the crowd, he got into fan mode, smiling and greeting everyone, taking pictures with them and sharing a few words. Staff and kids alike were excited to see him, coming to find out many staff members were a fan of the show and his work. He signed papers, took selfies and joked with everyone there. When he looked behind him, he saw that (Y/N) was getting the people to go towards him, people that the handler had sent away quietly. She even had a few kids in hand, bringing them over with a nurse so they could meet Jensen, He smiled when he saw the excitement in the kid’s eyes and kneeled onto the floor to give them all hugs. He felt so happy that (Y/N) was doing her best to help him see everyone there, especially the kids. He made a mental note to find a way to thank her somehow.

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“Now that is what I call a great welcome to the King!”

              Jensen and his friends laughed as (Y/N) jumped onto the bus yelling. They had finally finished the event at the Children’s Hospital and it had lasted longer than the handler had planned. He assumed there weren’t going to many people in the main hall of the hospital, but (Y/N) had gone through some of the rooms with the help of nurses to get others to come to talk to Jensen. Jensen was so happy that he got to spend time with the kids and staff of the hospital, he knew today was going to be part of his top five best days ever. (Y/N) took a seat next to Jensen and started pulling makeup items from her bag.

“Just wanted to say thanks on getting everyone in so I could see all the kids,” he whispered in her ear. “it was the best.”

“Hmm, don’t know what you’re talking bout,” she responded with a straight face.

              Jensen laughed out at her response. (Y/N) did another touch up of his makeup as the bus drove to the next spot. By what Jensen heard from the handler, they were going to get lunch. And Jensen had to admit he was hungry after all that excitement. The bus finally reached its location on Tchoupitoulas St., the restaurant called Emerils. (Y/N) looked around a bit thrown off before turning to the handler.

“You booked a table at this place?”

“It was the only place we could book with the time limit we had and amount of folks,” he responded.

“But the best place to take people is Commander’s Palace.”

“They are booked to the brim during Mardi Gras.”

              Jensen watched as she huffed and made her way towards the bus driver. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded. She walked back to her seat as the bus pulled out and started back on the road.

“Wait,” the handler pushed. “Where are we going? We have a table here.”

“Then cancel it,” (Y/N) responded. “We are going to Commander’s Palace.”

“But we don’t have a table and we aren’t sure if they will even take us,” he clapped back in annoyance.

“Don’t worry, I got this.”

              Jensen leaned into her and spoke at a low tone.

“Are you sure? I mean we can come back another time…”

“No, I told you if we ever were in New Orleans together I would take you to Commander’s Palace and we are going today.”

              The ride to Commander’s was silent with the handler mad that (Y/N) took over the lunch trip. Once they reached the restaurant, they all climbed out and made their way into the restaurant. Jensen couldn’t help but admire how beautiful the place was inside. And the surrounding smell of food was making his mouth water. (Y/N) walked up to the podium where a woman stood. (Y/N) spoke to her in a low tone where no one could hear her. The woman suddenly stood up straight and pulled out a cell phone, making a call. (Y/N) walked back towards the group, smiling.

“What’s going on?” asked Jensen.

“Oh, don’t worry, just gotta wait a few minutes to then get our table.”

              Suddenly, the entrance doors burst wide open and there stood an older lady with short red hair, dressed in what looked like office attire.

“(Y/N)! Sweet child! Why didn’t you call if you were going to be in town?”

              The group watched as (Y/N) made her way towards the woman and hugged her in such a familiar way. Once they let each other go, (Y/N) turned to the group.

“Auntie Addie, I would like for you to meet my friend and coworker, Jensen Ackles. And everyone else is his group of friends from Austin. Everyone, this is my Auntie Adelaide or Addie for short.”

“Oh, THE Jensen Ackles?” Adelaide gasped as she moved closer. “Isn’t he the King of Bacchus this year?”

“Yes ma'am. Such a pleasure to meet you. Would love to say (Y/N) here has mentioned you but sadly she hasn’t.” Jensen answered as he stretched out his hand for a handshake.

“Oh dear, I would so be surprised if she did mention me. Child is so private,” she laughed as she took Jensen’s hand and shook it. “If she ever did talk about me or anyone from down here, hell would have really frozen over.”

              Adelaide moved to great everyone else and made her way towards the hostess.

“Well darling, what are you waiting for? Show our guests to the Coliseum room.”

“Yes, ma'am,” the hostess responded quickly as she turned to guide the group towards the back.

              Everyone followed the hostess to enter a room towards the back of the restaurant. She opened the doors to a large room, tables and silverware already set. It had a small stage and windows surrounding them as they got a good view of the garden in the back. The hostess guided Jensen and (Y/N) to a table where Adelaide had already taken a seat. Everyone else went to get their own seats. Being polite, Jensen pulled out the chair for (Y/N) to sit and pushed it in for her, catching Adelaide’s eye.

“Very polite, son. Born in the south?”

“Born and raised in Dallas, Texas ma'am.”

“Ah, true southern man. Have you moved up north for your job?”

“Yes and no. We have our own placed in Vancouver for work, but I purchased a home in Austin that I currently finished working on. Plus, I run my own brewery in Austin and have other small business ventures other than acting.”

“Rich and a gentleman,” Adelaide gushed, looking over at (Y/N). “And why haven’t you tied the knot with him?”

“Auntie Addie!” (Y/N) exclaimed, her face turning pink.

              Jensen held back his laughter and side comment about wondering why he hadn’t swooped her up yet.

“Looks like your aunt keeps you in mind a lot, (Y/N),” Jensen stated as he looked over the menu in front of him.

“Oh, son, this child here, I got nothing to worry about except that she marries the right man or woman. We are a progressive family these days. Has she really never mentioned us to you at work?”

“No, auntie because I have no need to brag about you.”

“Darling! Imagine how many places you could have gone into for free to eat if you would have done what you did today. Still cannot believe you waited until today to say that you were in town. This child here stays in Vancouver for work, barely has time to visit. And now that she is here, forgets bout her little family.”

“Sorry, auntie but it was last minute. I had two days to get ready and have been busy since.”

“Yeah, I am so sorry. She has been staying by my side to make sure my hair and make up were to standards for all the pictures taken. Can I ask on which side of the family you are related to her?” Jensen asked as he took a sip of the water glass the waiter placed in front of him.

“Oh, we aren’t blood-related, J.”

“Oh no, Momma took this sweet child under her wing.”

“Momma?” Jensen asked a bit confused.

“My mother Ella Brennan, she used to run this establishment. (Y/N) use to work here as a waitress back when Momma was still alive.”

“Bless Momma Ella’s heart.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Yes, Momma Ella would always have a close relationship with the staff, making sure everyone was happy here. But this little critter treated Momma with so much love. A hard worker of course, even while going to beauty school full time and apprenticing at a salon in the downtown area. My, this girl knew how to balance it all.”

              Adelaide paused the conversation when a waiter came over to take their orders. Jensen let (Y/N) order for him since he figured she knew what was best to get.

“Well,” Adelaide continued. “As I was saying, (Y/N) here was balancing all that and still carried such a beautiful smile, Momma, of course, loved her even more. Even with her busy time, whenever Momma got sick, (Y/N) would make the time to go and visit her, play with her hair, do a bit of makeup so Momma could feel better.”

“Momma Ella had such a big heart, I couldn’t go without a day of seeing her,” (Y/N) added. “And I loved spending time with her, we had so much fun together.”

“That is very true. So, Momma Ella took her under her wing and told us that if (Y/N) here ever needed something, to help her immediately. Plus, we all grew to love this sweet child. At first, we thought, ‘Oh someone trying to use Momma for her kindness.’ But when Momma offered to help her with her bills and rent so (Y/N) could dedicate her time to school, she said no!”

              Jensen looked at (Y/N) and noticed she was looking down at her hands on the table.

“Why did you say no to the help?” he asked.

“I didn’t want anyone thinking I was using her. Plus, I was fine with my hectic schedule, gave me a purpose to keep going, knowing I was doing it on my own.”

              That’s when Jensen thought back on the times he saw (Y/N) running around set when most of the makeup crew was gone, or the times they had a last-minute scene and she was the only one handling everything from the regular photo makeup to the masks of the creatures. He never really thought about why she was willing to do everything on her own, but hearing this, made him realize how strong and dedicated she was to her passion.

“And ever since then, we all learned to trust and love her. She would even help us organize the charity events we did. Gosh, she and Momma would have so much fun picking out what charity we would raise money for and putting together the entire event.”

“You helped doing charity?” Jensen asked, not really surprised since (Y/N) would do the same whenever he and the guys would do charity events.

“Yeah, there were so many programs to help, Momma Ella would make sure we never did the same program twice in a row. We even made a list to be more organized.” (Y/N) responded.

“When she told us, she had gotten a job in Vancouver for a tv show, we were all excited. Offered to help her in any way we could and all she asked for was a picture of us all together.”

“And that was the last time I got a picture with Momma Ella.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Oh baby, don’t cry,” Adelaide moved from her chair to hug (Y/N). “Just remember, she loved you and had faith that you would do great with your passion.”

              Jensen watched the two interact, wanting to be the one hugging (Y/N). But the warmth he felt from these two women together, he knew just how big of a heart (Y/N) had. To have such a big connection in the city and not use it for her benefit, made it clear to him she didn’t care about fame and fortune. Once (Y/N) was calm, the food arrived, and the smell made Jensen’s mouth water. Everything was delicious, (Y/N) even gave him a taste of her food. By what (Y/N) told him, everything was local cuisine and even the food itself was purchased by local vendors, the restaurants' way to help sales with the locals. Once they were done eating and plates cleared, the waiters came back asking what they wanted for dessert. Again (Y/N) picked for Jensen, promising he would love it.

              A small band came in and onto the small stage and once they were settled, they started playing Happy Birthday as the waiters came in with everyone’s dessert. But Jensen knew which one was his because there was a candle on the plate that came with his dessert. Everyone sang Happy Birthday as the dessert was placed in front of him and once the song was done, he blew out the candle, receiving loud applause from the entire room. The band continued playing as everyone enjoyed their dessert.

“So what ya wish for J?”

“You know a birthday wish can’t be said until it comes true.”

“Well, when it comes true, better tell me,” (Y/N) giggled as she took a bite from her pie.

              Jensen looked down at his dessert and took the spoon, taking a piece. He ate it and moaned at the taste.

“It’s our famous Bread Pudding Souffle,” Adelaide pointed out. “(Y/N) loved ordering that for her birthday.”

              The rest of the time was of him enjoying the dessert a bit too much with the moans he made, snatching a piece of (Y/N) pie to give it a taste. By the end of the meal, he understood why (Y/N) was so adamant to come here. The food was delicious and it was nice to meet someone that knew (Y/N) before she came into his life. As they made their way out the restaurant, Adelaide said goodbye to everyone, but took (Y/N) into her arms and hugged her tightly, her face clear that she didn’t want to let her go. She placed a kiss on (Y/N) cheek and told her something, (Y/N) shaking her head as she laughed. Then Adelaide went up to Jensen and pulled him into a hug, patting his back.

“Take care of my sweet child,” Adelaide whispered into Jensen’s ear. “She has had a rough life on her own, her heart broken too many times.” Adelaide pulled back and looked Jensen in the eyes. “I can see clearly how much you care about her, so a piece of advice, no runarounds with her. Be straight to the point and serious because I don’t think she could handle another heartbreak, especially coming from someone she admires.”

              Jensen nodded with a smile, placing a kiss on Adelaide’s cheek. As she walked away, a waiter handed (Y/N) a small bag, whispering something in her ear. (Y/N) turned back to the bus and got on, Jensen right behind her. They took a seat at the back of the bus and (Y/N) opened the bag. Jensen heard her gasp and pull out a few scarves that were all different colors and when he glanced inside the bag, he saw jewelry and pins inside.

“These belonged to Momma Ella.” (Y/N) whispered. She then pulled out a small piece of paper that was at the bottom and read it out loud. “Momma Ella wanted you to have these since she knew how much you loved wearing them. Always remember, she loved you and knew you would do great with your life, so prove her right, child. Your Auntie Adelaide.”

              (Y/N) looked up at Jensen, her eyes bright with tears. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry, placing kisses on the top of her head in comfort. That’s how they rode the rest of the bus ride to their next event.

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“I am so tired from all the running around!” (Y/N) exclaimed, jumping onto the bed the moment they walked into the hotel room.

“We still have tonight’s fun at the club. The guys are getting ready.”

“I don’t think I will be joining you for that. Too tired and my feet hurt like a bitch.”

              Jensen laughed as he sat at the edge of the bed, removing her shoes. (Y/N) groaned and wiggled her toes as he put both her feet on his lap, massaging them.

“Oooh if you keep doing that you won’t get ready in time to go with the boys.”

“What if I would rather stay in with you?” he growled as he lifted a foot to his mouth and placed kisses on each toe.

“Nope!” she exclaimed as she crawled out of his reach. “You are going to have fun with the boys and enjoy Bourbon street!”

“So, you don’t care if I see a pair of boobs or possibly have a stripper dancing on me?”

“One, I am not a jealous girl and two, that is the best part of Mardi Gras! Boobs for beads is the best trade-off!”

              Jensen laughed at her response. Then (Y/N) crawled back over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Plus, missy here needs to get your birthday gift ready. So be a good boy and enjoy your time with the boys while I get things ready here.”

              Jensen moaned as her mouth kissed his earlobe and down to the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, standing to pull her closer. Once he had her facing him, he planted his lips on her luscious ones, sliding his tongue against her lips for entrance. Once she did, their kiss deepened, tongues clashing for control. He pulled her bottom lip and sucked on it gently, then pulling back to see the mess he made. Her red lipstick was smeared around her mouth, her lips swollen from the kiss and her breath coming out in heavy pants.

“How long do you need?” he asked huskily.

“Couple of hours but should be ready by eleven.”

“Then I will be here at eleven.”

“No, enjoy your fun with the boys…” she protested but he hushed her.

“I will. But I want to celebrate the last hour of my birthday with you. Plus, you know the club scene isn’t for me.”

              She nodded in response before Jensen pulled her back into a deep kiss. Her hands crawled into his hair, pulling at his short locks. He used all his strength to unwrap himself from her, knowing if he stayed like that any longer he would surely miss out on a fun night. He moved to the closet to grab some new clothes to change as (Y/N) moved to her makeup table and waited for him there.

“I don’t need makeup done,” he stated.

“We can’t be too safe in case reporters spot you guys. Plus, I messed up your hair so gonna fix it quickly.”

              Jensen groaned in a complaint as he quickly undressed. He smiled when (Y/N) whistled out, taking his time to get dressed. Once he was fully clothed, he moved over to the chair she stood at.

“Oof, such a good view.”

              Jensen laughed, and they joked around as she fixed him up, having him camera ready in. The second she was done, there was a knock on the room door.

“Boys are waiting, J.”

“Don’t have too much fun without me now,” Jensen joked as he got up from the chair, pulling her into his arms. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, letting her go so he could head out.

“Have fun now J!” she yelled at him as he left.

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              Jensen made his way towards the hotel room, thinking back on the night he just had. His friends had gotten him a lap dance from a stripper, drank a few beers and threw some beads off the balcony they had booked just for them. He laughed to himself out of how crazy it had gotten by the time he left. His friends poking fun at the fact he was leaving so early, making notions that he was on a leash. Of course, he ignored them because all he could think about was what (Y/N) had waiting for him. He unlocked the door to the room and noticed that the only light in the entire place came from the bedroom. He shut the door behind him and walked towards the bedroom, his eyes growing wide in shock at the view before him.

              The room was lit by many candles surrounding the room. A bottle of champagne was sitting on the bedside table in a bucket of ice and two champagne glasses sat next to the bucket. Jensen walked over to the bed, touching the red sheets he spotted and realized they were made of silk. There were small ropes tied around each bedpost, silk ties at the end. That’s when he saw the assortment of items laid out on the bed. Different size and style of vibrators and butt plugs, beads and an eye mask. There was also this long bar that had for cuffs on it and a few whips and paddles laid out in size order. Jensen was so distracted by the items before him, he didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

“Well, well. Look who is here.”

              Jensen turned around at hearing her voice, his mouth dropping open as the alluring image before him. (Y/N) was standing at the bathroom entrance, her hair loose in waves and surrounding her face. Her makeup was simple, black cat liner and thick lashes, her lips bright red like earlier. His eyes ran down her body in the outfit she wore. It was a long, sheer black lace gown with a high leg slit. The top of the gown had an apex halter neck and a keyhole front cut out, letting him see her full breasts but no nipples. Underneath he could see she was wearing small black panties, but when she walked into the room, she gave him a slow turn, letting him see that she was really wearing a G-string.

“So what do you think?”

“I…I am drawing a blank,” he responded as she walked over to him.

“Do you remember that one night you and Alex got so drunk I had to babysit both of you? Well, that night you got to confessing a few things, mostly sexual since you said it had been a while since you last were with a woman. But, one of those things was that you were curious about bondage, but the women you knew weren’t into the whole submit total control thing.”

              Jensen swallowed as she toyed with the collar of his jacket.

“So, I thought today, since you are ok with having sex with me, why not fulfill that fantasy of yours.”

              Her eyes looked up at him through her long lashes, seductively as she rubbed her body against him.

“If…only if you’re up for it.”

              She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and smiled, nodding her head. Jensen pulled back and started to remove his clothes, keeping his eyes on her as she made her way towards the bed.

“Remind me next time to get drunk and tell you more secrets.”

              (Y/N) giggled at him, sitting at the front of the bed. Once he stood in the room in only his boxers, Jensen made his way towards her, his eyes never peeling away from her. He stood in front of her and placed his hands along the sides of her face, making her look up at him. He leaned forward and placed soft kisses on her lips, not rushing the experience. He wanted to enjoy the night.

“Any safe word, because I plan on making this last as long as possible,” he whispered before placing another kiss on her lips.

“Keep it simple, green for good and red for no more. But I doubt I would be begging for you to stop.”

“Hmm,” he hummed trailing kisses along her nose bridge. “We will see what you will beg for.”

              Jensen deepened the kiss, feeling as her arms wrapped around his neck. He felt her mouth open to him, allowing him to sweep his tongue inside. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away, placing then along her side.

“No touching unless I say so.”

              She nodded her head in agreement as Jensen moved away. He reached behind her for the eye mask, placing it on her. She gasped once her eyes were fully covered, her palms flat on the bed. Jensen slid the rest of the items to the edge of the bed, pushing her to lay back so only her legs dangled from the edge she sat at. Jensen then walked over to the side table and pulled out the bottle of champagne from the bucket, taking the bucket with him. Once he was back in front of her, he looked down at her plump body, waiting for him.

“I am going to tie your hands up, so you don’t touch me understand.”

              (Y/N) nodded quickly, extending her hands out, waiting. Jensen moved to grab the ties at the end of the rope and quickly bound her wrists together, making sure it was tight enough to hold her but not too tight to break the skin. He then moved to grab the ropes on the other end of the bed and used those to keep her arms above her head. Once he was sure she was in place, he moved back to stand in front of her. His eyes raked over her curves, knowing exactly what he wanted to do first.

              He leaned forward and began to kiss her exposed cleavage, licking the curves of her breasts, feeling her body shiver under his hands that slid up and down the sides of her delicious body. He felt how soft the sheer dress was, pulling it slowly up her legs. She raised her bottom a bit so that the dress could bunch up at her waist. Jensen slid his hands over her soft skin, loving the curve of her hips and thick thighs.

Jensen moved to reach for the small egg-shaped vibrator he spotted and the bar, knowing he would need them for what he had planned. He moved to kneel in front of her and grabbed the bar, placing her ankles into the cuffs. Noticing the small buttons on the bar, he pressed them to realize that the bar extended out even more from its original size. He pulled it out until her legs were spread wide, open for his view. He didn’t miss the gasps that came with what he did, smiling to himself.

              He moved to kneel in between her legs, the bar laying across his calves. His gaze traveled to his goal, noticing how wet with slick her G-string was. He grabbed the small bands of the G-string and slowly peeled them off her, ripping one of the bands open so it could fall to down one leg. He groaned when he saw she was freshly shaved, putting his nose closer to smell her musky scent.

“You already wet for me, baby. All musky and soaking, just how I like it.”

“All for you J, all for you,” she moaned out, her body rising from the bed.

              Jensen placed an arm on her plump stomach, holding her body down as he looked over her pussy. He slid two fingers over her arousal, feeling her body shake with need. Using the same two fingers, he opened her up and saw how swollen her clit already was. That view caused a low groan to escape his lips.

“So beautiful, and oh so delicious.”

              Jensen leaned in and slid his tongue along her insides, tasting the sweet juices she produced. He explored her slowly, taking his time to enjoy her. Her body did its best to try and arch into him, but his arm kept her still on the bed. He licked her, stroked her entrance and flicked her clit with his tongue.

“Jensen,” he heard her whine out.

“Be patient, baby,” he responded with a growl.

              Jensen reached over to his side and pulled out a small piece of ice from the bucket, the ice already melting. He stuck it in between his lips and raised his eyes to her, watching her carefully. Slowly he closed the space between her pussy and his mouth, sliding the ice inside her. She gasped as her chest arched, letting him see the shock of the cold. He kept sliding the ice up and down her insides, eventually reaching her clit, doing circles around the swollen bud. Her moans of pleasure and the shiver of her body confirmed to him she was enjoying this as much as he was.

              The ice finally melted to a small ball, letting him swallow it. But that didn’t stop him, instead, he began to flick his tongue even faster against her nub, taking moments to pull it in his mouth to suck on it, causing her to scream. He didn’t stop, not wanting to stop as her climax finally reached her. She came all over his mouth, her cum dripping down his chin. He didn’t let go until he felt her body jerking from the pressure. He got back onto his feet and admired his work, leaving her breathless on the bed.

              Jensen grabbed the ropes on the other end of the bed and pulled them to slide her up the bed. Once her full body was laying there, he removed his boxers and climbed on top. He straddled her stomach and ripped the top half of her gown open, causing her breasts to fall out. Her body bucked underneath him, letting her feel how rock hard he was.

“Now, I’m going to fuck those tits.”

              Jensen grabbed his hard shaft and slid it between her breasts, grabbing her full globes and tightening around him. He groaned out in pleasure as he began to thrust between them. It wasn’t the same as her pussy but gosh they felt so warm. His length would poke out from the other side, poking at her chin which gave him an idea.

“Raise your head and open your mouth, baby.”

              And she did so obediently, the tip of his cock poking her tongue. Since she understood what he wanted, each thrust that met her mouth allowed her to swirl her tongue around the tip, sucking at it quickly before he pulled back. The toying of her tongue, the sounds her mouth made with each suck, made him want more. He let go of her breasts and moved closer to her face. He grabbed her jaw and forced it open, sliding his cock as far as he could into her mouth. Once he heard her choking, he pulled back out, fucking her mouth with his cock. In and out, her tongue wrapped around his shaft, licking up his pre-cum.  He watched her suck him, watched how his cock disappeared into her mouth. She was able to handle more of him, lifting her head so she could swallow him deeper. He hissed as he felt the tip of his shaft poke at the back of her throat, causing him to lose control. He began to thrust faster, grabbing hold of her head by the hair, not letting her move from her position.

“That’s it, baby…. Take it all…. you want my cum don’t you.”

              She groaned against his cock, causing vibrations around him. That is what drove him over the breaking point. He yelled her name out as he exploded inside her mouth. His body jerked as he rode out his high, feeling her swallow every last drop of his release. Once he was back down, he felt her tongue lick him clean, taking every single drop as if she were hungry. Jensen ripped the eye mask off her, wanting to see her eyes. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, begging for more.

              That look made him lose control.

              Jensen quickly removed the ropes on her bindings, ripping the rest of the dress of her to leave her bare. He kept the silk ropes around her wrists to keep her hands bound to her front, but he used them to pull her up and off the bed. He made her turn so that her ass was against his still hard cock, rubbing it between the globes. Without a word, he pushed her towards the closest wall and rammed her into it, putting a hand on her face so that it wouldn’t get hurt. She whimpered as she felt his entire body push against her, his hips grinding into her ass. He kissed and sucked in her shoulder, loving the way she said his name repeatedly.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

              Jensen parted her legs with his knee and pulled her bottom half out from the wall, her back arching. He held on to her hips tightly, knowing he would leave handprints there, but didn’t care. In seconds, he rammed his cock into her wet, silk pussy, causing them both to groan out in pleasure. The feel of her warmth surrounding him made him want to never leave. He stood still behind her, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him tightly.

“God I could stay like this forever.”

“No, not forever. Fuck me now J,”

              He gave her a cocky smile and began to pull out slowly, watching her mouth open in pleasure as her eyes rolled back. Once his tip was at her entrance, slammed right back in, causing her to yelp. He was so deep inside her, he loved it. He continued his assault on her, ramming into her after each pull, his thrusts getting faster and faster as he felt her walls tighten around him.

“J… gonna cum… I can’t…. hold on… much longer.”

              Jensen nibbled at her earlobe, his hands sliding from her hips to her hands, untying her bindings. Once her hands were free, one immediately went around to the back of his head, grabbing hold of his hair in a tight grasp. Her other hand laid palm flat against the wall, keeping her balanced as Jensen continued his thrusting. His fingers dug into her hips as he felt his release so close.

“Baby, I want you to cum for me… All over me…Do it, do it now.”

              He felt her walls tighten around him as she screamed out his name over and over. Her body jerked under him as she rode out her high, her legs starting to wobble. It only took a few more thrusts for him to also reach his climax, bathing her insides with white-hot strings of cum.  He yelled out her name as his body jerked against hers. It took a couple of minutes for them both to finally get back down from Heaven, catching their breaths. Jensen pulled out his member and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her with him towards the bed. He lifted her in his arms and gently placed her in the middle of the bed. He went to the bathroom to clean himself off, bringing along with him a wet towel to clean her. He was gentle, noticing the already bruising skin along her hips. He looked up to see her neck covered in hickeys, her breasts also starting to have purple marks. He uncuffed the bar from her ankles and threw it to the side.

Once he was done, he threw the rest of the items to the floor and pulled the silk sheet over her body, joining her side. She lifted her head up slightly to let him slide an arm underneath, pulling her body close to him. He grabbed one of her hands to see the binding marks along her wrists. He rubbed the skin there gently, a worried look on his face.

“I am fine you know,” she whispered as she pulled her hands out of his. “I kinda like the idea of these marks, a reminder of tonight.”

              Jensen leaned in to kiss her lips, soft and slow before leaning back, looking down at her.

“I want to talk to you about some things…”

“No talking J, only sleep. Remember you have a fitting tomorrow that you can’t be late to. Then we have to go to lunch and get you ready for the crowning ceremony.”

              Jensen stayed quiet as he watched her fall asleep in his arms, caressing her face and hair. He loved watching her sleep but quickly realized that he too was about to join her. Before he fell into a deep sleep, he made himself a mental note to find some time during their day to sit down and talk to her, find out if this was only for the weekend or if she felt the same way he did about her.

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[rap-liine]

50 questions tag

tagged by: @nervousatthenightclub omg sorry this took so long but thank you!!!

1. What takes up too much of your time? prolly tumblr tbh

2. What makes your day better? just getting time to myself to chill and watch stuff

3. What’s the best thing that happened you today? a bunch of stuff actually!! i got a bunch of compliments on my outfit + hair, maintained first place in my gymnastic competition in gym, got my daily approval from my favorite teacher, finished the oreo ripple icecream i didn’t know we had until my sister told me and i discovered red oranges are a thing apparently 

4. What fictional place would you like to go? oooohhhh maybe Alagaësia (the place where the Inheritance Cycle is)

5. Are you good at giving advice? yupp

6. Do you have any mental illness? nope

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? no

8. What musician inspired you the most? honestly i think the entirety of bts was really a big inspiration for me to get deeper into dancing and other things but hobi especially motivated me, and even though hyunjin’s backstory is super inspiring i don’t know how it helped me personally yet

9. Have you ever fallen in love? huh even 9 year crush don’t count as love imo

10. What’s your dream date? i’ve never really thought about it but probably a fancy dinner and a walk through the city at night after 🌌

11. What do others notice about you? i try to be optimistic and upbeat 24/7 so I really hate being around negative ppl, even tho ppl hate me for my smarts idgaf about them and genuinely care about my education, although im v confident im also v grateful for everything, and can cut people down but im really caring (mom friend literally everywhere) and i know what i want and i get it done

12. What is the annoying habit you have? ok my mom can fight me on this but burping isn’t that bad ok

13. Do you still talk to your first love? no? he moved but even before not really

14. How many ex’s do you have? 0️⃣

15. How many songs are on your playlist? pandora ain’t letting me see the full list but either way a lot of what i listen to isn’t on there, so im gonna take a guess and go at 500? it’s different for each playlist tho

16. What instruments can you play? i’m relearning piano and i want to pick up guitar

17. Who do you have the most pictures of? lmao one of my best friends and trust me they’re all ugly

18. Where would you like to go before you die? either mecca for religious purposes or greece/rome/brasil

19. What is your zodiac? virgo ♍

20. Do you relate to it? yES omg it’s like a 98% match

21. What is happiness to you? the emotional, physical, and spiritual contentment of a person OR (bc i think i understood this wrong) being with people i love, the feeling of accomplishment / pride, reading books that take you away from reality, debates and physical exercise

22. Are you going through anything right now? only high school my dude 🤙

23. What’s the worst decision you’ve ever made? even though this technically wasn’t my choice but eating nutella sandwiches for lunch every day and not getting into team sports as a kids 😭

24. What’s your favorite store? MARSHALLS, HANDS DOWN

25. What’s your opinion on abortion? women are absolutely entitled to the rights to their bodies and men should have no say whatsoever in this aspect, but at the same time don’t use it as an excuse to hoe around and constantly get pregnant

26. Do you keep a bucket list? not really, but i have an idea of some things i want to do in life

27. Do you have a favorite album at the moment? stray kids’ miroh (liSTEN TO IT)

28. What do you want for your birthday? silver/grey adidas soccer sweats, a new pair of black sneakers, and a permanent ps account

29. What are most peoples first impressions of you? 1) looks bc (majority of) ppl aint blind and 2) im super energetic and outgoing and just really friendly in general, 3) confident and a bunch of other things

30. What age do you seem according to most people? okkk literally all adults think im 5 years older than i am but?? i’m not 20 believe it or not

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping? on my dresser next to my bed or charging on my cabinet

32. What word do you say the most? the duh lmao prolly bruh or either of the second two words

33. What’s the oldest age you would date? no one older than me but maaaaaybe sixteen

34. What’s the youngest age you would date? no on younger than me past a few months

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you? teaching but HUH i do not have to patience to teach kids

36. What’s your favorite music genre? pop (more specifically the kind with a k before it)

37. If you could live in any country in the world where would it be? i’d stay in the US

38. What is your current favorite song? hmmmm beside the ones that will always be my favs then maze of memories by stray kids

39. How long have you had this blog for? only a few months but i made so many amazing mutuals already!! 💫

40. What are you excited for? my april trip to spain & morocco with my best friend and my move into my new private school in late august

41. Are you a better talker or listener? uhhh both?? i love talking but i’ve always been a human diary so i can't really chose

42. What is the last productive thing you did? finish four pages of my history hw 🙃🙃🙃

43. What do you want for Christmas? nothing bc i ain’t christian

44. What class do you get the best grades in? omg my grades are lowkey sad rn they’re all a minuses but!! i do really well in p much everything but us history honors, bio honors, and spanish ii are two classes i love and excel in

45. On a scale from 1-10, how are you feeling right now? gotta say a 9.3 bc im regretting all the sugar i ate today

46. What can you see yourself doing in 10 years? working in a lab in boston

47. When did you get your first heart break? if you don’t fall in love you can’t get hurt :0

48. At what age do you want to get married? hmmmmmm i don’t wanna have a huge gap between me and my children but i also want to have a stable successful career first, so i’ll say before 30 ig

49. What career did you want to have as a child? veterinarian but then i realized that meant looking at sick animals all day and i went n o p e

50. What do you crave now? a gym bc i wanna exercise

tagging: @sonqmingi @parkseonghwa (whenever she comes back from hiatus), @lqhhj, @forhyunsuk, @ultvisual, @cuteez, @ateezsbitch @taengyo @astarlightmonbebe and ofc anyone who wants to!!

[flapperfromthefuture]

Huh. Greenland is in the news a lot lately, for reasons that would only seem normal in some horrifically overblown satire.

My dad sent me two articles yesterday that quoted residents of tiny Kulusuk, Greenland, a village on the eastern coast of the country.

  Most people in this world have never set foot in Greenland (including the orange sociopath who wants to buy it. With what, the money from the for-profit concentration camps?). But my dad and I have, somehow.

It feels like a dream. Those halcyon days of 2008. My dad and I took a graduation trip to Scandinavia in July. We’re big fans of universal healthcare and the Maelstrom ride at Epcot (RIP), so we figured we’d feel right at home.

We flew Icelandair to Reykjavik—a big comfy plane, I remember—and in the seat pocket was a brochure advertising day trips to different destinations, including Greenland. My dad and I had talked about how Greenland would be close enough to visit while we were in Iceland, but in a very vague and alien way, like how you know you’ll be closer to the sun when you visit Hawaii but you don’t really think about it until you have a sunburn the shade of a pink hibiscus flower, and even then, you’re not going to visit.

Greenland was like that. We knew it would be nearby, but didn’t have the first idea of how to get there, or any clue what we would find if we did.

But now, I held Greenland in my hands. And it was a picture of a smiling elderly woman in a kayak in the middle of beautiful blue water lit by the sun. Greenland looked warm, inviting, and reasonably priced.

Later, my dad would joke that the brochure should’ve had a little asterisk that said, “Sun not included.”

We booked the excursion after a few days of traveling around Iceland, during which the sun never set, I taught my dad the correct pronunciation of “Bjork,” and narrowly stopped him from buying a heavy wool sweater that a) he would never wear, b) would take up a good 80% of his suitcase and c) COST $800 IN AMERICAN MONEY.

I was very keen on steering Dad towards light, easily transportable souvenirs, like hats and figurines of elves, because I’m the one who had to carry his suitcase all over Scandinavia.

Because, you see, my dad had a hernia. He’d been cleared for the trip and was having surgery as soon as we got home, but he wasn’t allowed to lift anything heavy or walk for too long. Fortunately, Iceland is full of cute shops and cafés with plenty of places to sit down and relax and have some delicious skyr, so we were doing great.

My dad asked the woman at the front desk of our hotel what the weather would be like in Greenland. She said it would be same as Iceland, crisp but sunny and in the high 50s.

This was a lie.

Of course, if we had done any research at all (we didn’t have decent smartphones yet! So long ago!), we would’ve been able to better prepare ourselves, but instead we went to the one Thai restaurant in Iceland and imagined what Greenland would be like.

I assumed that where we’d be going would have a national park vibe—lots of picnic tables and slightly terrifying bathrooms but lovely vistas and well-marked places of interest. Definitely a vending machine or two, probably a little café with sandwiches and chips and maybe a fruit cup. I pictured a single stoplight that was always blinking.

Dad, on the other hand, pictured multiple stoplights, full service restaurants and gift shops. My dad loves a good gift shop.

We walked to the city airport from our hotel. I wore a hoodie, my purse and a wool hat that I’d purchased as a souvenir, while Dad had a windbreaker and not one, but two hats—one for fashion, one for function. We both wore jeans and regular sneakers that were best suited for walking on pavement that has no moisture on it whatsoever.

My dad had a hernia.

We packed a little bag of muffins from the hotel’s breakfast spread, just in case we needed a snack on the flight or the café in Greenland was running low.

Naturally, we ate all the muffins while waiting to board the flight. It was eight in the morning, and we weren’t getting back to Iceland until six or seven in the evening.

“It’ll be okay,” said Dad, brushing muffin crumbs off his windbreaker.

We were flying Iceland’s internal airline, Flugfelag, which will be my alias if I ever go into hiding. Our ride was a twin engine propellor with fifty-six seats. Not a lot of wiggle room. I had never flown in a propellor plane before, and mostly associated them with “Things that James Bond or Indiana Jones have jumped/been thrown out of.”

And the plane’s name? The Fokker 50. Thank you and good night.

We met our excursion guide, Captain Karl, who was Danish. We were the only Americans on our excursion—everyone else was Japanese or Chinese. The rest of the flight had been booked by a Russian tour group, and they looked ready to go, with massive parkas and winter boots.

Our flight attendant was too tall for our plane. She was at least six feet tall (and wearing heels!) with long blonde hair and giant blue eyes full of fear. Her shoulders hit every overhead bin whenever she wobbled down the aisle. She had to stoop down to give the safety announcement so she wouldn’t bang her head on the ceiling.

During the safety announcement, Dad nudged me and said, “In the event of a water landing, you have fifteen seconds to live.”

The flight was only ninety minutes, but the last thirty were turbulent with steep rollercoaster drops and ghostly footprints of glaciers that grew as we descended.

We glided over pitch black water and grayish green ice floes, and then landed . . . on something that felt less like a runway and more like driving through a puddle.

“Dad, there’s mud on the window,” I said, trying to understand what I was seeing. Mud doesn’t hit airplane windows, not unless the baggage handlers are having a mud fight.

“What?” said Dad, as mud and gravel splattered against our first view of Greenland from the ground.

“It’s a dirt runway.”

Dad said, “Oh, that’s different,” but told me later that he was thinking, “This is a more remote place than I thought.”

The runway was dirt because a cement runway would freeze and break apart. Oh, and because of the weather, flights only ran (to this airport at least, in 2008) between May and September.

We climbed down the plane’s stairs and were immediately hit with a blast of freezing air. It was sleeting, a mix of ice and rain that couldn’t make up its mind, but in the wind it was just substantial enough to pierce your skin.

And we had a hoodie and a windbreaker, respectively.

The Russians were all putting on their parkas.

“Uh-oh,” said Dad.

Kulusuk’s airport is one of Greenland’s minor airports, about the size of an elementary school library, but they had a gift shop that sold winter coats. What luck! Dad beckoned me to try one on.

“Nice and warm—and they look pretty sharp!”

“Dad, did you see the price tags on these?”

“No, but they can’t be that bad.”

“They’re 7,000 Danish krone.”

“I’m good with that!”

“Dad, these coats are one thousand dollars each.”

“. . . Never mind,” said Dad.

Freezing would be bad, but cheaper—and easier to explain to my mom.

Captain Karl gathered us around and said that it would be a forty-five minute walk to the village of Kulusuk. That . . . wasn’t going to work for us. We explained to Captain Karl that my dad had a hernia and rather than rightfully berate us for going to Greenland with a hernia that could rupture at any second, Captain Karl yelled something to a guy in Danish and the guy yelled something back.

“Hans will take you,” said Captain Karl. “He’s outside.”

“Does he work here?” asked Dad.

“No, he just . . . hangs around.”

We met Hans at his truck and he was more than happy to have company on the drive to the village. The dirt road took us past walls of snow and along cliff edges with no guardrails to spoil our view of the glaciers below. The truck had no seatbelts, so I basically did a full somersault in the back every time we took a hairpin curve.

This truck could have been built by a movie production designer who was really gunning for an Oscar. I could actually see the dirt suspended in the air and smell the rust that covered every exposed surface. A thousand cigarette butts were artfully strewn around, and the battery light blinked a dull red, like it had been ignored for a very long time and was in no rush to alert anyone.

Dad got the front seat, and he was eager to ask Hans about life in Greenland. Hans was Danish but his wife was a native Greenlander Inuit. He had lived there a long time, but couldn’t remember exactly how long.

The landscape ahead of us was grey, bleak, and unending. And it was July.

“How short do the days get in the winter?” asked Dad.

Hans said, “Oh, the days don’t get short at all! In January we get five and a half hours of daylight. That’s not short.”

He took a curve around a snowbank at least thirty feet high, and I did a cartwheel in the backseat.

Hans added, with aching sincerity, “If I had to live somewhere where it was dark all the time, I’d get really depressed.”

Upside down in the backseat, I thought, “Holy shit.”

Five and a half hours of daylight means eighteen and a half hours of darkness.

Past the snowbank, the clouds parted enough for us to see a glimpse of a graveyard, and crayon-colored huts in the distance.

This was Kulusuk, sixty miles south of the Arctic Circle.

Hans dropped us off at the supermarket, which was maybe a quarter the size of the average American drugstore. Still, they had everything you could possibly need—medicine, fishing gear, diapers, meat, rifles, clothes, even gumballs.

Most people in Greenland still hunt and fish to survive. There was some fruit on the shelves, but it was all long past fresh and very expensive.

We waited for Captain Karl and the rest of the group to arrive. The few people who trickled in and out of the store looked startled at the sight of strangers just standing around, poorly dressed, but then just went on with their shopping. We met another Danish tour guide who lived in the village, and the local police officer. My dad, a former cop himself, was eager to talk to him, but he only spoke the Inuit language. The Danish guide explained that he didn’t have a badge, or training, or really many duties—he got the job because he liked driving the police cart.

In 2008, Kulusuk had 310 people. Now it’s around 280.

Captain Karl collected us—he had a very reserved Danish manner but I’m pretty sure he was both relieved and shocked that we had survived the ride—and we joined the group down the road in a large red building that served as a community center. Just a short walk in the freezing rain and pounding wind was enough to soak us to the bone.

We watched a presentation led by an older Inuit woman in traditional clothing—she was Hans’ wife. Their very cute granddaughter demonstrated songs and dances while the woman told stories in Inuit—which Hans translated into Danish, so the guide for the Russian excursion could translate into Russian. Dad and I were out of luck, but the Russians seemed to enjoy it.

It was still a good show, though. The little girl posed for pictures with the tourists afterwards.

I wonder where she is now. What she thinks of all that is happening in her country. What she remembers about dancing for tour groups and posing for pictures.

Our next stop was a small grey hut—finally, a gift shop. The owner of the gift shop was a woman from Iceland who was married to a Danish hunting guide, so she spent half the year in Greenland and half the year in Iceland.

Dad told her, “You should spend half the year in Hawaii!”

We picked up some keychains and postcards, but then I saw a glimmer in my dad’s eye—he’d seen something expensive. It was a grey winter jacket with a Kulusuk patch on the sleeve. My dad can’t resist a good patch.

“I would look so cool,” he said. “First person on our block to have a Kulusuk coat, that’s for sure!”

“This costs $1,800 in American money,” I said.

“But look at the patch.”

“Where would you wear this? You barely go outside in the winter.”

“I’ll wear it going back and forth to the mailbox!”

“You can’t pay eighteen hundred dollars for something you’ll wear for thirty seconds a day,” I said. “Mom will murder you.”

Dad grudgingly admitted defeat.

Next on the itinerary was a kayak demonstration—but the winds were 40 miles per hour, and the seas were too rough, so the demonstration was canceled. It was raining even harder now, so we were directed to a small church. We sat in a pew at the back and watched the Russians, huddled in their parkas, whip out open-face sandwiches and tiny bottles of vodka.

“Talk about being prepared for cold weather!” said Dad.

Captain Karl briefed us on our return to the airport. Next to the supermarket, there was a dock, with a metal ladder about ten feet long, that we would climb down to a flotilla of small boats that would take us to the airport in groups of three or four.

I am kicking myself eleven years later for not taking a picture of this ladder, but my dad and I have breathlessly described it so many times I can still see it perfectly.

This metal chain ladder was not connected to anything other than the very top of the dock. It wasn’t the kind of ladder that painters use—with a fixed structure that supports the rungs—but the kind of ladder you’d see on a treehouse, with metal chain loops between the rungs. So as you’re climbing down, you’re holding onto a slim metal chain that is moving with you—and the 40 mph winds—as opposed to steadying you as you descend.

The sea was so rough that if you lingered for longer than a few seconds on this ladder, you were going to get slammed with a wave of freezing water. You know, on top of the freezing rain that was dunking you from the sky.

So it goes without saying that everything in this scenario was soaked—the ladder, our shoes, and our hands. I hadn’t been able to feel my fingers and toes for about six hours at this point. There was no way I would be able to grasp and hold onto the ladder safely, and gripping with my mud-soaked, treadless sneakers that were made for power-walking around an air-conditioned mall? Not going to happen.

  We watched the first group descend the ladder, clinging on for dear life. Once they managed to throw themselves into the boat, it took off, spraying them with freezing water all the way back to the airport.

“Did you see the fear in that Chinese lady’s eyes?” said my dad later. “I think she wanted us to notify her next of kin. I was just imagining what would happen if my hernia burst.”

Oh yeah. That hernia.

Dad and I quickly assessed the situation, as another group threw themselves over the dock and into the boat.

The best case scenario would be to fall in the water and freeze to death in fifteen seconds.  Worst case scenario would be falling off the ladder, hitting the boat and breaking a limb or your back and then hitting the water and freezing to death in fifteen seconds.

And the last thing you would hear would be the laughter of the glaciers, mocking you for thinking you could conquer Greenland, which even the Vikings abandoned because it was too cold.

But the worst worst case scenario, for us, would be if Dad’s hernia burst (causing him to fall off the ladder, hit the boat, fall into the water and freeze to death in fifteen seconds).

“If my hernia bursts, they can’t rush me to Kulusuk General Hospital,” said Dad.

Kulusuk’s medical services, at least at that time, were provided by a single resident nurse. There were no highways to other towns—people traveled into the interior by snowmobile.

As Dad said later, “Maybe I could’ve been transported to another town by a Russian tourist, drinking vodka and driving a snowmobile for the first time. My only hope was they would rush me to the gift shop.”

I said, “We aren’t going on this ladder.”

We approached Captain Karl, who was really very patient with us considering the number of unprepared demanding Americans he must deal with on the regular, and he sent us over to a Danish guy, who took us to a garage near the grocery store, where he asked an Inuit guy with a pickup truck to take us to the airport.

Once again, we got in a stranger’s truck with no seatbelts—but we would’ve happily ridden in the truck’s bed clinging to the bumper just to avoid that ladder.

However, there were only two seats. So yours truly, an adult, had to sit on my dad’s lap for the entire ride. But I didn’t want to risk sitting on the hernia, so I sat kind of halfway on his knee and then held myself up as best I could by gripping the doorframe, with my head squashed against the window, so I wouldn’t bump my dad’s hernia.

The route back to the airport was just as wild as before, with icy hairpin turns and ditch-sized potholes, all of which our driver took with one hand on the wheel, because the other hand was holding his cell phone. He was talking to someone in Inuit the entire ride—probably telling them, “You won’t believe the idiots I have with me. Yes, they’re Americans.”

That long stretch of road along a sheer drop-off into the ocean was really exciting, and I only hit my head careening around the turns maybe six or seven times. I only lost a few piano lessons, nothing I’ll miss.

We made it to the airport, but the weather was getting worse. We met up with the rest of our group, who only knew us as the weird Americans who kept disappearing, and Captain Karl, who was worried that our plane wouldn’t be able to take off. There was another tour running that day, where after their time in Kulusuk, people were taking Russian helicopters to another town with a hotel.

Dad and I watched people board this Soviet-era helicopter that was struggling to stay upright in the freezing wind, and gulped. The years and the elements had not been kind to these helicopters.

“They look like someone sent them through a reverse car wash,” said Dad.

Years later, while watching Chernobyl, my dad recognized the helicopters that were flying in the clean-up crews.

“That’s the helicopter we saw in Greenland!” he said. “Am I glad we didn’t have to fly in one of those!”

Thankfully, our plane was able to take off. Our statuesque flight attendant knelt down to welcome us back. Captain Karl gave us lovely “Certificates of Achievement” with our names on them. He spelled my name as Elisabeth, which made me love it even more—I have it framed in a place of honor, next to a painting my dad made of the picture at the very top of this post.

As we sat down and buckled our seatbelts, Dad pulled a plastic bag out from under his windbreaker.

“You’ve had the muffin bag the entire time?”

“I shoved it under my shirt,” he said. “For warmth.”

On one of the hottest days this summer, locals in the tiny village of Kulusuk, Greenland, heard what sounded like an explosion. It turned out to be a soccer field’s worth of ice breaking off a glacier more than five miles away. Greenland lost 12.5 billion tons of ice to melting on August 2, the largest single-day loss in recorded history. NASA oceanographer Josh Willis: “Greenland has impacts all around the planet. There is enough ice in Greenland to raise the sea levels by 7.5 meters, that’s about 25 feet, that would be devastating to coastlines all around the planet. We are all connected by the same ocean.” —CNN

The climate crisis is causing unprecedented levels of stress and anxiety to people in Greenland who are struggling to reconcile the traumatic impact of global heating with their traditional way of life.The first ever national survey examining the human impact of the climate emergency shows that more than 90% of islanders interviewed fully accept that the climate crisis is happening, with a further 76% claiming to have personally experienced global heating in their daily lives, from coping with dangerous sea ice journeys to having sled dogs euthanized for economic reasons tied to shorter winters. — The Guardian

As a result of these climactic troubles, many Greenlanders are experiencing solostalgia, a term coined to describe the psychic pain of climate change, a feeling of missing home even without leaving, as home, the Earth, is changing. Courtney Howard, the board president of the Canadian Association of Physicians for the Environment, told the Guardian that Arctic people are now showing symptoms of anxiety, “ecological grief,” and even post-traumatic stress related to the effects of climate change. “The impact of climate change on mental health is a looming public health crisis,” she said. —Quartz

We knew eleven years ago that the climate was changing and that Greenland was melting. It’s 800,000 square miles and 80% is covered by an ice sheet that all of Greenlandic society and every city in the world that’s on a coastline depend on for survival, and it’s melting. My dad and I knew that before we went there, and we didn’t even know enough to bring decent shoes.

Dad just texted me, “I keep wondering what Kulusuk looks like now. This is pretty scary—has to be a wake up call.”

My dad is an eternal optimist, which allows him to do things like travel across the world with a hernia, but we’re long past a wake up call.

Dad and I Go to Greenland Huh. Greenland is in the news a lot lately, for reasons that would only seem normal in some horrifically overblown satire.

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Chapter 12

Her heavy, swollen eyes scanned the horizon, watching, waiting, and seeing nothing but the empty road as the sky turned from blue to orange, orange to red, and red to the deep purple black of night. They’d been travelling for hours, and had covered miles of rough highland terrine before they’d stopped for the night. But her heart and mind were still at Leoch: still with Jamie.

Please God, keep him safe.

Until the men caught up with them, they had no way of knowing what had transpired after they’d fled the castle, and love him or hate him, she was terrified.

Haunted by the image of him lying bleeding and broken in the cobbled stone courtyard, she’d turned her horse around twice, desperate to go back, desperate to know he was still alive. But she’d been thwarted and threatened by Murtagh, as he turned her back around and insisted they go on.

His mood had been as black as Brian’s, so she hadn’t dared to ask where they were going on to, but she didn’t need to, she already knew.

They were heading to Lallybroch and to the life that Jamie had there.

A life that didn’t include her.

Maybe that was why she’d wanted to go back, maybe it had nothing to do with Jamie or the fight, and everything to do with what lay beyond Leoch.

She wanted to go home.

She wanted Joe.

At Lallybroch she’d have to face Jamie’s wife, a wife he apparently loved. To look her in the eyes knowing how it felt to be in her husbands arms, to kiss his lips, and feel his body upon hers. She’d have to watch them together, to see him with his children, and pretend she felt nothing.

But she did, she felt everything, and it was tearing her apart.

Tears clouded her vision and she blinked lazily, letting them fall as they would. She had no energy left to care. The last six days had been just too much. She’d felt the extreme edge of terror, the heights of euphoric bliss, and the deepest depths of despair. She’d been plummeted through time, attacked at knife point, touched with reverence, and dragged around like a bloody rag doll.

She’d been to hell and back, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She was emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted.

But what choice did she have?

Finding her way back to Craig na Dun alone would be impossible, and even if she could convince Murtagh to take her, she had no idea what she would even find.

It was clear that, somehow, history had changed. Nothing she knew was as it should be. First with Black Jack, then Sandringham, and now Argyll. So if everything was different in the past she’d landed in, then did she really belong here? Was this really her place, her time, as she had told Joe in her diaries?

And if not, did Joe and the life she knew in 2018, still exist?

Just the thought alone horrified her beyond imagining. If she’d landed in the wrong time, and the love she was supposed to find no longer existed, then neither did Joe, and she had nothing whatsoever to hold onto.

I was never destined to be a Fraser.

The wayward thought hit her and she laughed at herself bitterly. She was nothing but a stupid, foolish girl, infatuated with a man she knew absolutely nothing about. Yet she’d trusted him, followed him from the top of Craig na Dun, and into a place she didn’t belong.

And all because of what? A school girl crush? Hero worship? An ambiguous letter from a man that will most likely never even be born?

It was all just so fucked up. Joe had never even said that Jamie would be the one. He’d just painted a picture of a dashing hero, and she’d been the one to assume. She was angry, scared, hurt and so fucking confused. Nothing made sense and she felt so helpless she was suffocating, and she knew it would only get worse once they arrived at Lallybroch.

“She’s called Brimstone.” She heard Murtagh announce quietly from her side and she scoffed, shaking her head at the sheer irony.

“How appropriate.”

She wasn’t in the mood to talk, she just wanted to be left alone, leaning gently against her silent companion as they stood and watched the deserted road. But she heard him sigh, and looked over, watching as he stroked a loving hand down the nose of the beautiful ivory horse.

“Claire…”

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t need an explanation.” She insisted trying to hold back the tears that were so close to the surface. She couldn’t talk about this, not here, not now, and not with him. “I ken that, an it’s no my place to say anything…”

“Then don’t.” She pleaded, pushing away from the horse and turning her back on Jamie’s Godfather. Why did he feel the need to talk now? Could he not just go back to being the stony, bad tempered bastard she’d ridden beside all day?

Swiping at her eyes, she looked out into the distance, and seriously considered asking him to take her to Craig na Dun. Whether she could get through the stones or not, it had to be a better fate than what she was facing now.

But what about Jenny?

She’d promised Jamie, as they spoke softly that night on the couch, that she’d help his sister, and as much as it pained her, she couldn’t break that promise. His fear of loosing her had been too real for her to ignore.

She sighed quietly and sank down in the grass. She’d go to Lallybroch, help Jenny, and after she’d given birth, she’d ask Jamie to take her back to the stones. If she couldn’t get through, maybe she could go on to Inveraray Castle and find work there with his father.

The Duke of Argyll.

Jesus Christ.

Not only had she done what she feared and made a complete tit of herself in front of the Duke. But to add insult to injury, he was Jamie’s father, and if she remembered correctly, that made Jamie the Marquess of Lorne.

Joe would have a field day with that one. He’d always told her that the men she dated weren’t good enough for her. If he found out that her first, non-self-induced orgasm, had been at the hands of Marquess, he’d die laughing.

That he was the son of the most powerful man in Scotland would be the icing on the cake. Though she didn’t suppose he’d enjoy knowing that the man was already married.

“If ye willna talk, will ye at least eat?” Murtagh huffed, practically shoving a skinned rabbit in her face. She reared back, taking it from him automatically, and almost heaved at the smell. There was nothing wrong with it, but just the thought of eating anything made her stomach roll violently.

“I’m not hungry.” She insisted, attempting to pass it back to him.

“Damn stubborn as a mule.” He grouched, sinking down beside her, and snatching the rabbit back. “Ye suit each other in that, ye ken.”

“Murtagh, please!” She cried, drawing her knees up and burying her face in her skirts. “Just don’t. I’m begging you. I’m exhausted, and I just…can’t.”

She wanted to stuff her fingers in her ears like a child, singing la la la until Murtagh got the message and left her the hell alone. But even in her overwrought state she wasn’t that rude, and she’d probably find herself at the pointy end of his dirk if she did.

“I ken something of heartache, lass, an’ I pray ye’ll no have to suffer as I have.” He whispered, despite her protests. The misery in his voice tugged at what was left of her heart, and she rolled her head to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered back as she watched him stare blindly down the road, suddenly feeling guilty. His pain was written clearly on his face and without thinking she reached over and gently laid a hand on his arm.

“Ach, t’was years before ye were even born.” He sighed, patting her hand softly as he turned to look at her. “But I fell just as fast an’ hard as I’v watch ye do, an’ I dinna wanna see ye close yerself off as I did. T’is a lonely road, lass. So dinna be so stubborn. He said ye could ask him, so ask.”

“He told you.” She murmured confirming what she’d already suspected. In any other situation she’d be mortified, but she was so far past giving a shit, that she just shrugged and slowly removed her hand from his arm.

“Aye. After a bottle of whiskey an’ a good bash ‘round his head. For all the good it did.” He huffed producing a whiskey skin and offering it to her with a wink.

She laughed sadly and took it from him.

“What secrets are you trying to get from me?”

“None, but I’v set ye a pallet up no far from the fire an it will help ye sleep. Things always look better in the morning, lass.” He told her quietly, and placed a gentle, fatherly hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

“Thank you.” She sniffled, then wiped her eyes on her sleeve, and took a healthy swing of the burning spirit.

Murtagh had laid the furs on a thick blanket of heather, and drunk on the vast quantity of whiskey she’d consumed, she stumbled and all but fell onto the soft pallet. She heard Murtagh’s quiet chuckle and sighed gratefully as he covered her with her plaid and left her to sleep.

But she couldn’t sleep. With her back to the fire, she once again fixed her eyes on the empty road, and waited.

And waited and waited.

Tears streamed silently down her face, unstoppable as she listened to the quiet, mournful voice of Graham as he sang quietly in Gaelic. Although she didn’t understand the words, the minor notes spoke to her of heartache and loss, and she gave herself to them, as she softly cried herself to sleep.

Her dreams were heavy and disjointed. Scenes of ancient battles, war cries and rivers of blood, blended seamlessly with a gentle summer breeze and a child’s laughter, as they were chased by Jamie through a field of barley. Her heart ached as she watched, frozen on the sidelines, an invisible spectator to his world.

At some point she felt the thundering beat of horses echo thought the ground, and heard the jubilant cries of men home from war. But she didn’t wake, not really. Like in her dreams, she was trapped on the outskirts, hovering on the edge of consciousness as life went on around her.

“Shh, mo gràdhag, dinna weep.” Jamie whispered softly, brushing a gentle hand down her cheek. Her heart stuttered and she almost reached for his hand when she heard quiet footsteps approach.

“Ye love her.”

There was a long drawn out silence after Brian spoke, and unsure whether she really was awake or still asleep, she tried to keep her breath deep and even as her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to fling herself into Jamie’s arms, to check for herself that he was alive and unharmed, but she couldn’t. He wasn’t hers to care for, or rejoice with, and despite the pain it would cause, she needed to know what he would say.

If he said anything at all.

She felt him move, and the fingers on her face gently traced her cheek and slid up into her hair. More tears fell and he sighed quietly.

“I shouldna.” He whispered painfully, “But Lord God help me, I do.”

Her heart stopped completely before thumping back to life at twice it’s natural rhythm. He loved her, and while joy should have followed his quiet deceleration, there was nothing but pain, and she shattered into a million tiny pieces. The agony in his voice mirrored her own, and she wanted to wail at fates cruelty.

“She’s so like ye mam.” Brian laughed softly his voice slightly closer than before. She felt the air move and heard the quiet rustle of grass, as he sat down beside his son. “She’s so strong and fierce. Woe to any man who’d stood in her way after ye fell. Rupert was lucky she didna have a dirk, as was I when she came at me in the clearin’.”

Jamie laughed quietly as he twisted and unwound a lock of her hair around his finger, over and over. It was as soothing as it was terrifying. She wanted him more than her next breath, but he wasn’t hers to covert.

“Murtagh said…”

“Aye, I heard.”

“Ye may have heard, son, but did ye listen?” Brian chastised him gently. “You’v no told her of Annalise. Ye ken she loves ye, yet ye hidin’ from her.”

“I’m no hidin’. I’v know her but six days. I’v never…I dinna ken how to tell her. I’v been racking my brains, tryin’ to find a way. I thought I had time before we left for Lallybroch. I didna expect Laoghaire to…”

“Did ye no?” Brian scoffed. “The wee bitch has been after ye for years, ye ken that laddie, an’ all evidence aside, I didna raise a fool James Fraser. Ye hurtin, and ye ken I understand that, but the choices ye makin’ will lead to nothin’ but pain…an’ it’s no just ye own heart ye breakin’. The poor lass is weepin’ in her sleep.”

“I canna do it to her.” Jamie cried desperately, “I canna love her, and keep her safe, when my lovin’ her will kill her. Ye ken that better than anyone.”

Brian’s sigh was laced with frustration and Claire felt it in the very marrow of her bones. It was clear that Brian didn’t trust Laoghaire, but if she read between the lines, the girl hadn’t lied to her, she’d simply told her what Jamie wasn’t ready to. As for the rest, it made no sense at all.

This was either the strangest dream she’d ever had, or she needed to stop feigning sleep and do as Murtagh said and ask him. The time for hiding was over, for both of them.

“Ye’v a right to be scairt, ye’d be a fool no to be. But it’s no just ye’r choice to make. Given my time again with ye mam, even knowin’ the consequences, I wouldna change a damn thing. I loved her, and I lost her, but she was mine, an’ I’ll cherish that to my dyin’ day.

“Now t’is almost dawn, and ye willna sleep. So wake the poor lass an’ talk to her. Maybe she’ll talk some sense into ye.”

She felt, rather than heard Brian stand and walk away, and a heavy silence fell over them. Her heart was lodged in her throat, choking her as it thudded there painfully. She was too afraid to move, to think, or to hope.

Murtagh had warned her, as he dragged her from her room, not to judge what she didn’t know. But still lost in the shock of Laoghaire’s revelations, she’d dismissed him and instantly thought the worst of Jamie. But things were obviously not as they seemed, and if she was ever going to understand him, she was going to have to swallow her pain and pride and ask.

She may never get another chance. Once they arrived at Lallybroch, he’d be with his wife, and whether he loved her or not, she knew that he was a good man and he wouldn’t disrespect his wife by being alone with her at their home.

She heard him sigh, and the hand that had been still playing in her hair, gently moved back to her face, and he drew a calloused finger softly down her cheek. Fresh tears fell and he brushed them away before sliding his hand to her shoulder and squeezing it gently.

“Claire.” He whispered awakening the swarm of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. “Wake up, lass.” He shook her gently and taking one last breath to steady herself, she let her eyes flutter open.

They were swollen and blurry with tears, but in the last dying embers of the fire, she could just make out his perfect face. It was etched in fear, and cloaked in such sadness that she couldn’t speak through the lump in her throat.

“Shh.” He breathed, catching a tear on the edge of her lashes, “Come, we need to talk, and we canna do it here.”

She nodded silently, and clasped her fingers around his, as he helped her slowly to her feet. Without a word he scooped down to collect her plaid, and lay it carefully over her shoulders before taking her hand back in his and guiding her away from the fire.

Brimstone stood waiting, already saddled, and Jamie quickly lifted Claire and placed her atop the horse, before swinging up behind her and guiding her back against his chest. He was warm and solid, and although she knew she shouldn’t, she settled against him, listening to his strong heart thumping wildly beneath her ear.

“Your arm.” She protested as he wrapped them around her, took the reigns and moved Brimstone slowly along the path.

“Doesna matter right now.” He murmured, tightening his hold on her. She wanted to chastise him, aware as she was of the damage he could do. But she felt him press his lips against her hair and realised that worse damage had already been done.

This, right here, in his arms was where she belonged. Despite the changing history, despite Joe’s letter, and Annalise, and his children, she knew this was her place. That it could never be, that she’d landed in a time where he was already taken, destroyed her completely, because she knew beyond a doubt that he was the other half of her soul.

She’d travelled over five hundred miles, and almost three hundred years to find him, and if this last embrace was all she would get she’d take it. Brian had said it perfectly. If she was given the chance all over again, knowing the consequences, she’d take it and cherish it until her dying day.

They rode in silence, moving off the path and through the forest. The night sky had lightened with the coming dawn, just enough for them to see their way, but she had a feeling that Jamie didn’t need it, he already knew where he was going.

As they passed through the last of the trees and into a clearing, Claire’s breath caught in her throat. They were at the top of a ridge, and as the sun slowly rose over the mountains she could see for miles. It was so beautiful, so peaceful, with no sound but their quiet breathing and the steady beat of their hearts.

“Callum dropped a knee to Argyll.” He told her quietly, as he swung off the horse and held his arms up to help her down. She lent forward, almost falling into his embrace, and sighed as he slowly slid her body against his. “Everything ye’r eye touches now belongs to him.”

He turned her to face the view and, giving her time to pull away, he slowly wound his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him.

“It wasn’t always that way. When I left for France at nineteen, we owned one small patch of land, just beyond the mountain way there.” He breathed, pointing to a pass she could just make out in the distance. “Lallybroch. It was gifted to him by my Grandsire when he wed, and he built the house with his own bare hands.”

“What changed?” She whispered back causing him to laugh hollowly and tighten his hold.

“Eveythin’.” He sighed releasing her and stepping away.

Chapter 13

[dailylangdon]

Intertwined: Revelations (8)

“Just a simple touch, and it can set you free. We don’t have to rush when you’re alone with me. “

For a fleeting moment after Jaelyn woke up, she was afraid the last 24 hours were a dream. She woke up to the typical darkness of the outpost. As her eyes adjusted, she knew she wasn’t in her room. She looked over to the empty side of the large bed and felt a painful twinge on the side of her neck. Jaelyn caressed it, a smile on her face. A few hours before, she’d fallen asleep to Michael nibbling on the spot right above her collar bone.

Her stomach growled. After eating actual sustenance, her appetite had returned full force. She threw on the red dress from the night before and pulled her thick, curly hair into a bun. When she opened the door, Ms. Mead stood in the hall.

“I need to talk to you,” she said. Her tone was still authoritative, but her demeanor was softer than it had been the past year and a half.  

“Okay,” Jaelyn said, “Can we talk over breakfast?”

A spread of fresh food was all over the dining room table. Jaelyn didn’t care about finding out where it came from anymore. She sat down, gathering scrambled eggs, toast with grape jam, oranges slices, and a glass of milk.

Ms. Mead sat across from her, putting nothing on her plate. She stared as Jaelyn shoveled food into her mouth.

“Sorry,” Jaelyn said, “What did you want to talk about, Ms. Mead?”

“I want to talk about Michael.:

“Well, if you’re gonna tell me he’s the antichrist and dangerous, I already know.”

“No,” Ms. Mead retorted, “It’s about his relationship with me.”

Jaelyn swallowed the toast down hard. She was sure someone like Coco or Gallant would have been a threat to her relationship with Michael. Not Ms. Mead.

“Okay?”

Ms. Mead clasped her hands together. “He and I go back about as far as you two. The home he was born into was full of weak people who couldn’t appreciate his gifts. They rejected him. So, through a set of circumstances, he ended up with me.”

Something clicked in Jaelyn’s mind. Michael used to talk about the woman who took care of him. He said she was unusual, but nice. She also made great French toast.

“You were like a mother to him.”

“Yes.”

“So, did you know who I was this whole time?”

“No,” Ms. Mead said. “Michael changed my memories. He only restored them last night.”

Jaelyn nodded. “He kind of did the same to me.”

“I thought it was important that you know who I am,” she said.

Jaelyn downed the rest of her milk. She thought of the times Michael had mentioned the woman he was staying with, with such fondness in his eyes.

“Michael wanted me to meet you,” she said. “I know he wanted to know what you’d think of me.”

Ms. Mead gave her a once over before meeting Jaelyn’s eyes.

“Well, you’re not the kind of girl I pictured being with him.”

Jaelyn ignored the drop in the pit of her stomach. “Why? Should he have been with some skinny white girl? Blonde hair and blue eyes?”

“Race has nothing to do with it,” Mead rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen you over the past year and the half. Always scurrying around, not talking to anybody. Apologizing all the time. Miss Venable was going to dispose of you so there’d be one less mouth to feed before Michael showed up.”

Jaelyn froze mid bite. Damn. She knew Venable didn’t like her. But, damn. Harsh.

“Well, it’s nice to know what you think of me, I guess,” She stabbed at her eggs.

“I wasn’t finished,” Mead said. “After I got my memory back, I remembered how Michael acted after your little dream dates. He still focused on his mission, but he wouldn’t shut up about you. He loved talking about what jokes you told, or how cute you were...He was a lovestruck kid.”

Jaelyn’s face felt warm. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Ms. Mead leaned forward in her seat, something between a grimace and smile on her face. “I’m still not sure if you have what it takes to be Michael’s wife. But you have my loyalty. I will keep you both safe.”

Jaelyn tried not to show her alarm at the word “wife” and focused on the sentiment behind what she said.

“Thanks, Ms. Mead.”

She cleared her plate and left the table. Before she left the room, she turned back.

“Uh, thanks for taking care of Michael.”

Ms. Mead nodded from her spot at the table. Jaelyn noticed the grin she was trying to hide.

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An hour or so later, Michael found Jaelyn reading in the library. He wore one of his suits and showed no signs of being in a decontamination shower.

Jaelyn asked about radiation and where he and Dinah Stevens had been. He gave her that smirk of his and took her to an open room. From the fancy dresses and conspicuous makeup strewn about, she was sure it had been Coco’s.

He tilted her face up and kissed her. His skin still held a chill from outside, but his lips were warm as ever. When he ended the kiss, he peered into her eyes.

“What’s on your mind?”

His hand slid to the small of her back, guiding her to an armchair.

“I talked to Ms. Mead,” Jaelyn said after sitting down. “She told me who she was. From back then.”

Michael tilted his head. “Does that upset you?”

“It’s just kind of sad I’m only meeting her now. And it sucks that you and I missed out on having a normal relationship. We never got to go on an actual date. Fully conscious, at least. I know we’re together now, and I’m so happy about that. But you’re busy. And everything is so different.”

Michael kneeled in front of her. Jaelyn had a passing thought about how she could bring such a powerful man to his knees. He took her hands to stop the scratching she wasn’t even conscious she’d been doing.

“The Ms. Mead in the outpost with us isn’t the original.”

Her gaze remained on their hands. “What?”

“The witches from last night,” he said, spitting the word witches as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth. “They discovered she’d been loyal to me and killed a warlock for me. They burned her at the stake.”

Jaelyn’s raised her widened eyes to his face. “Did you have to bring her back like you did with me?”

He shook his head. “Cordelia used a spell to hide her soul from me. I couldn’t retrieve her. The R&D department of the Cooperative created an android in her likeness.”

She decided to keep any comments about not being shocked Mead was a robot to herself. The only sound in the room was the fire crackling in the fireplace. Michael’s eyes were misty. Jaelyn took her hand and put it on the side of his face.

“I’m sorry.”

He turned his head to kiss her palm.

“It’s alright now.”

He looked down at her hands, and the fresh wounds healed before her eyes. Jaelyn’s heart swelled. This man would do anything to protect her.

“Wait,” she said, “Were you afraid they’d do the same to me?”

His tears were replaced with an edge when his eyes rose to hers.

“You saw the shit they tried to pull last night,” he said. “I wasn’t nearly as powerful when we were younger. If they knew about you, I have no doubt you would have had the same fate as Ms. Mead.”

Jaelyn sighed. “Well, shit. Being bound to the antichrist is hard. I thought it’d just be standing by your side and having great sex.”

He chuckled. “That is a large part of it.”

She looked down at their hands, playing with the big black ring on one of his fingers. “Michael?”

“Yes?”

“I’m so scared I’m gonna fuck this up,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

She drew in a shaky breath and continued to fidget with Michael’s rings. “I have no doubt that you love me or that I love you. But I’m just a human. Nothing special about me. And I don’t have it in me to kill anyone. I know I was born to do this, but I don’t feel like I’m good enough to do anything you need.”

Then her eyes prickled with tears. Jaelyn had cried in front of him before--many times, in fact. This time, though, it felt like it further illustrated her point. She was way too emotional. It was pathetic.

“Baby,” Michael whispered, “That is not true.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jaelyn sniffed and wiped stray tears away.

“No, it isn’t,” he said firmly. He held her face in both of her hands. “You don’t need to kill anyone. You just need to be yourself. And you are more than enough for me. Are we clear?”

Before she could reply, he crashed his mouth against hers. It was so forceful, it almost felt like a punishment. But the soft way his tongue caressed hers proved it wasn’t. He gave her bottom lip a sharp nip before pulling away.

“We’re clear,” she whispered, a bit out of breath.

He pulled her in, giving her a more gentle kiss as a reward. Then he stood and helped her to her feet. He ushered Jaelyn to the door and told her they’d get lunch.

Before they could leave the room, she stopped, remembering something else that had been gnawing at her mind.

“Uh, Michael, I just have one more question about my talk with Ms. Mead.”

He paused, hand on the door. “Yes?”

“She mentioned something...About me being your wife?”

His smile was bright when he turned back to look at her. “Yes. We’ll get married and bound even closer together. And then, of course, we’ll have the children.”

He opened the doors and took her hand. Jaelyn followed him to the dining room, with many more questions popping in her mind.

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Jaelyn thought Michael would elaborate further on this brand new information over lunch. Or at all throughout the rest of the day. But he didn’t. By night time, she was a bit miffed about the whole planned future she had no say in whatsoever. 

She sat on the edge of Michael’s bed, arms crossed. The way he acted like everything was hunky fucking dory pissed her off.

Michael came out of the shower, red bathrobe on. His hands were clasped behind his back and a smirk was on his lips. It infuriated her.

“You seem upset,” he said with a tilt of his head.

“I’m not sure ‘upset’ covers it,” she grumbled.

“Alright,” he said. With a move of his hand, a chair slid behind him. He sat down, crossing his legs. “I’m listening.”

If she wasn’t pissed off, Jaelyn would have found the sight of her barely clothed boyfriend looking so formal amusing. “Well, Frasier, when the fuck were you gonna tell me we’re getting married? Or having kids?”

“Doesn’t it seem like the natural progression of our relationship?”  He asked.

“‘All you have to do is be yourself,’” she deepened her voice, ignoring and mocking him. “‘You don’t have to do anything else.’ Well, this seems like something pretty fucking big I have to do, Michael.”

She didn’t know how she wanted him to react, but his impassive calmness was not it at all.

“Don’t you want to marry me?” He asked.

She rolled her eyes. “What?”

He arched a brow, staying silent. Goddamn him.

“I don’t know,” Jaelyn sighed. “We just got back together. It’s the end of the world. Isn’t marriage kind of pointless now?”

“The old world is dead,” he said. “But a new, better world is beginning. And I want to enter it with you as my wife.”

Jaelyn stared, unimpressed. “What is that?  A proposal?”

Without breaking eye contact, Michael opened his right hand. A small black box flew from the desk into his grasp. He held it out in front of her. 

“When we were together before,” she looked at the jewelry box, “The times I didn’t feel crazy, I did want to marry you. The thought of being with anyone else made me sick. And that’s still true, I guess.”

“Our souls are already intertwined,” Michael said. “The marriage will only solidify it.”

He opened the box. It was a gold chain with big red ruby in the shape of an oval. 

“Should you accept, of course.”

Her eyes flickered to his. The corners of her lips quirked up. Of course, she would accept. She took the box, admiring the necklace. And then she closed it.

“You’ve never asked if I want kids.”

“I already know you do.”

“How?”

“Because I know you, Jaelyn,” he said. “I know your mind, body, and soul.”

She gritted her teeth. In passing, it was possible she imagined tiny kids running around with wild hair and bright blue eyes. Maybe she’d imagined dorky matching family outfits. And perhaps, she thought of how she’d cry on her kid’s first day of school. Her mother had wanted a kid more than anything. Maybe Jaelyn had inherited that desire.

“I wanted to wait until I got better,” she protested.

Michael gave her a significant look.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she said before he could speak. “‘Oh, Jaelyn, you’re perfect the way you are. Don’t change a thing!’ But you know what I mean. I’m an anxious mess. How am I supposed to take care of a kid?”

He smirked, amused of her imitation of him. “You won’t be alone. I’ll be right here. So will Ms. Mead and Ms. Stevens. And you, my love, are more capable than you will ever know.”

She sighed. “So, when will we be having these Satanic kids?”

“It doesn’t have to be right away,” he said. “Let’s focus on marriage first.”

Jaelyn grinned. She opened the jewelry box and thrust the necklace in Michael’s hand. Jumping to her feet, she turned with her back to him and lifted stray hairs from nape of her neck.

His warmth was behind her half a second later. He traced his finger over the love bite above her collarbone before placing the necklace on her.

They walked to the nearest mirror. The ruby sat right above her chest. Jaelyn toyed with it and smiled.

“Should we set a date?”

He rested his chin on her shoulder.

“How about tomorrow?” He whispered in her ear.

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[hazinhoodies]

October part 10

A/N: hi yes i just edited this (probably not well) so here you go. Enjoy

Warnings: brief mention of sexual assault, it really just talks about that one photo from part 3

Word Count: 1.8k

Counting down the days until Emma left was inevitable. She only had three weeks left until she went back to Canada for school and the cast went to Croatia to film. Emma wasn’t sure if Michael was going to replace her with someone else when they left or if he was just going to do everything.

Walking on to set that morning, Emma couldn’t help but smile. The sun was already bright above her, she wasn’t late, the person in front of her at starbucks had even paid for her drink, and even Iris seemed happier. Emma headed to her trailer, one earbud in her ear. Setting down her stuff at her desk, she started her composition again, almost done the scene Michael had asked her to. There was a knock at the trailer door, she called for them to come in. As the door opened, her eyes caught those of the ocean eyed blonde with a bright smile on his lips.

“Hey there” Emma couldn’t bite back her smile.

“Hey” Harrison grabbed the chair from the other desk, pulling it to where Sam had sat only a day before. “I’m taking you out tonight. Once you’re done with interviews.”

“Harrison you can’t just come here and tell me were going out with no warning whatsoever”

“Are you saying no to me taking you on a date?”  Harrisons tone was somewhere between slightly hurt but hiding it and rhetorical.

“That’s not at all what I’m saying Harrison. I’d love to” Relief filled Harrisons features, a slight smirk pulling his lips. “But can I at least go home and make myself look half decent?” Harrisons brows shot up as Emma spoke.

“Love, you could show up in a trash bag and still look gorgeous” Emma felt her cheeks heat up as a smile pulled at her lips. “What you’re wearing right now is perfect Em.” Harrisons phone went off, he quickly checked it and looked back up at Emma. “I’ve got to go but” He stood up. “I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” Emma nodded. Harrison leaned down, placing a quick kiss on her cheek “Perfect” Then he left.

Once Emma had emailed Michael the piece for the scene, which she had finally finished, she sent her piece to Hannah. It was almost certainly nowhere near complete, but she could still use the opinion. Emma closed her laptop, quickly grabbed her bag and then walked out to set where Tom, Jacob and Tony we’re filming. She stood next to Harrison and watched as they trio filmed.

It took Harrison a moment to realize she was standing there, but once he did, the hard expression fell from his features. “Hey” he smiled.

“Hey” She looked up at him and smiled back “Can you at least tell me where we’re going tonight?”

“Emma it’ll ruin the surprise” He shook his head.

“But I wanna know!” Emma drew out the last syllable, desperate for an answer. Harrison only shook his head again, earning a groan from Emma as a small smirk crossed his lips. “Fine. But wipe off that smirk” Emma followed Jacob off set and back to his trailer.

The rest of the day continued as such. When Emma wasn’t doing interviews, she was in her trailer either listening to music or composing or watching them film their scenes. Finally the time came to go home. Harrison walked in to her trailer as Emma was packing up.

“Ready to go love?” Love. It rolled so easily off his tongue. Emma felt a slight blush creep up onto her cheeks from the pet name. “Uh yeah just one sec” Emma quickly grabbed her phone off the desk and shoved it in her pocket “Lets go” The two walked out of the trailer together and towards where Iris was parked.

“I already talked to Iris, she’s driving us for a portion of it but then I’m gonna drive the rest”

“Oh no. Should I be scared?” Emma joked.

“Hey. I’m a good driver. I promise” Harrison opened up the car side door and Emma got in. He closed it and got in on the other side, Iris started to drive away almost immediately.

“You really planned this all out huh” Emma looked towards Harrison, smiling brightly

“Well, yeah. I don’t want to mess up more than I already have” They held each others gazes. Neither wanting to look away.

“Harrison” Emma sighed “You didn’t mess up”

“Yes I did Em.” Harrison practically cut her off. “I did. I never made a move when I could’ve. I had so many chances to and I didn’t because I’m a div. I should have said something or done something. Maybe we wouldn’t have been here now. Maybe we would’ve been here weeks ago if I had just said something to you. But I didn’t and now we’re in this whole situation with Tony and I just-” Harrison sighed, his confidence was faltering. Emma reached across the middle seat to take his hand in hers.

“What happened with Tony isn’t your fault Harrison” He went to say something but Emma did before he had the chance. “No matter how much you want to blame yourself for it, please don’t, Harrison. At the time I thought I wanted him but I don’t. I want you, Haz”

“You-You do?” Harrison felt a smile pulling at his lips, Emma chuckled and nodded.

“I’m here aren’t I? I have no clue where we’re going and I’m completely trusting you to take me wherever the hell were going” Emma paused “Really probably a horrible decision on my part”

Harrison laughed “I promise you’ll like it. I hope”

“You hope you promise?” Emma grins as she starts to mindless play with his ring.

Harrison can’t help but smile as well. He nods in response “Yeah exactly”

Iris stops in front of what Emma assumed to be another hotel. “We’re just switching cars love. We’re gonna take mine from here” There it is again. Love

Emma gets out of the car and follows Harrison to another car. “So will you tell me why we’re switching cars at least?” Emma opens the passenger door and gets in.

“Iris is only allowed to drive you so far and only for work purposes. So you get the honour of driving with me for the rest of the way” Harrison smirks as he pulls out of the car park.

“Oh the honour?” Emma replied sarcastically, eliciting a laugh from Harrison “I get the honour of driving with Harrison Osterfield”

They continued to drive for another forty five minutes, the two of them laughing, talking and singing the whole time. “Harrison can you finally tell me where we’re going?”

Harrison sighed “I grew up in southwest London. So that’s why we’re driving so far. There’s one spot that I used to go when I was a teenager. I’d sneak out at night and just look at the stars. It has gorgeous sunsets”

Emma didn’t say anything more, just smiled at him. Soon after, Harrison pulled over and parked the car. The walked for a few minutes until they reached the top of a hill, almost moreso a cliff. Harrison sat down and Emma did as well, right next to him.

“I should’ve brought a blanket or something” Harrison mumbles quietly.

“Harrison it’s wonderful. It doesn’t make a difference to me whether or not we have a blanket. It’s absolutely gorgeous here” Emma looked out over the field below them, watching the sky as it became darker, orange turning to pink, then purple, then dark blue where bright stars twinkles above them.

After a few minutes of them sitting together, Harrison could help but speak up. He had to know. “Hey Em. Can you tell me about that one picture?”

Emma looked over at Harrison who was pulling out his phone and opened up instagram. “Yeah sure. Which one?” Emma leaned over, making the small space between them even smaller. He turned his phone screen towards her and Emma was looking back at herself. More than a fuck

“That was taken by my friend Millie. She was my roommate freshman year, photography major. She was doing a piece on assault so she asked me to help” Emma shrugged

Harrison turned off his phone. “Have you.. Has anyone ever…” There was no proper way to ask that. He regretted saying anything but it was too late.

Emma shook her head. “No. I mean I had a boyfriend in high school where towards the end of the relationship I was really only a fuck to him. But then I went to university and came to my senses” Emma shrugged again, looking back out to the sunset. “I’m lucky. Let’s drop this though. Not exactly a typical first date conversation” She smiled, laughing quietly at her own comment. Harrison nodded but never looked away from her. How was she always able to swith the tone of the conversation so easily?

Harrison felt his heart swell. He’d seen the sunset from here hundreds of times, but never brought anyone else with him to marvel at the way the colours swirled together. He carefully admired Emma’s profile, her lips, to the slope of her nose to her eyelashes as they batted against her cheeks. She looked over at him. “What?” Emma felt her cheeks heat up, thankful that it was almost dark out now and he most likely couldn’t see it. She felt comfortable around him, even after everything they just talked about, the silence that followed wasn’t the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Harrison shook his head. “You’re just beautiful is all” Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. He started to lean in before stopping himself. “Can I kiss you?”

“Promise we won’t get interrupted this time?” Emma smiles, tilting her head to the left. Harrison chuckles

“I promise”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Emma looks up at Harrison. His eyes still bright in what little light remained.

He placed one of his hands on her jaw and the other on her waist as her arms wrapped around his neck. He closed the distance between them, his slightly chapped ones pressed against her soft ones.

There was a short moment where neither of them moved before Harrison moved his lips against hers. It was soft and sweet and refreshing all at once. He tasted like mint and cinnamon, closer to a Christmas morning than she’d expected. She tasted like mint and vanilla, traces of her coffee from lunch still on her lips, which seem to be more addicting than the caffeine itself.

Harrison bites her lip gently as he pulls away for a breath before attaching their lips once again. The kiss becomes possessive momentarily, before becoming softer and sweet once again as they pulled away, foreheads resting against each others.

“Fuck” Harrison mumbles, Emma’s eyes meeting his in confusion.

“I’ve waited so long for that” He closes his eyes, pressing their lips together again. They lose track of time in each other’s lips. Only realizing how long it’s been when Tom texts Harrison, asking how things went.

Haz: ‘Still out. Things are great’

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[bat-besties]

On Impawsibility - 7

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A popular!Logan and loser!Roman high school AU based on @2pointomg’s idea with eventual Prinxiety. 

impossible 

ɪmˈpɒsɪb(ə)l

adjective

·       not able to occur, exist, or be done.

Eg. It is impossible to fund both the sports and drama programmes with the school’s limited budget.

·       very difficult to deal with.

Eg. The situation which Logan Sanders, Student Body President, is in after he convinced the school board to cut the unsuccessful drama programmes is impossible.

·       (of a person) very unreasonable.

Eg. Roman Prince.

To Roman, nothing is impossible. Not following his older brother Patton to acting college, not being a loser taking on the school’s popular Student Body President and definitely not writing and performing an epic school play with no money and six cast and crew members.

Edited by @alpacasarethegreenestanimal, who has an amazing fanfiction on AO3! If you like superheroes, sarcasm and Virgil angst then you’ll love this

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Logan’s father had made him promise to do his best in the debate, and to be careful of the New York boys as his own heart had once been broken by a pink-haired artist from the Bronx. His mother had told him to not bring revision and have fun instead. As soon as he got onto the coach Joan was in charge, making sure everyone was ready, and he’d uninstalled email from his phone so the only motions he’d be worrying about were hypothetical questions with meticulously researched answers. His bag was full of notes and Agatha Christie novels. Virgil and Roman had never been connected to debate at all.

‘Alright, guys, we’re almost there so we need to wake up a bit.’ An orange beanie popped over a seat.

Susan threw a travel pillow at Joan and groaned, ‘It’s five in the morning!’

‘We’re going to do word association games!’ Logan sat up, grinning at Joan, who had looked right at him when they suggested that.

‘Debate!’ shouted Miles at the back.

‘Happiness!’ was Logan’s reply.

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Below-gan a cheerfully shabby apartment near the best theatre school in New York City, a bespectacled teen was psyching himself up to ring a doorbell with a pawprint on it and a handwritten label in multi-coloured felt tip. ‘You need help, kid?’ asked someone half-dressed in costume for their audition in Heathers. ‘I’m fine, thank you.’ replied Logan stiffly, trying not to stare at the garish tartan blazer.

The girl squinted at him for a moment. ‘You Patton Prince’s little brother?’

If there was one thing Logan wanted to do less than approach the brother of his nemesis the night before the most important debate competition of his life, it was small talk. ‘I sure am.’

His voice was shaky and he was desperately avoiding eye contact. Taking pity on him, the girl quickly leaned over him and pressed the button. ‘Patton, your brother.’

There was a crinkle on the line while Logan awkwardly manoeuvred himself under the girl’s arm. ‘Send him up right away! Boyo am I glad to see you!  Whatcha doing out here? Well you’d buzzer come right up. Thanks Gabriella. Good luck!’

‘Thanks Pat!’ The girl shrugged at Logan’s scowl, put her croquet stick over her shoulder, and marched off, whistling ‘Candy Store.’

Recalibrating the school legend of Patton Prince with this goofy character, Logan started up the stairs, needing to reach the apartment as quickly as possible before he began to panic and rethink this truly, truly awful plan. Oh, look at that – he was already panicking! He paused outside 109, rehearsing what he would say. Then he rapped smartly on the door. It was flung open by a – woman? With glasses? He’d thought that Patton was a guy, but clearly-

She was singing. She was singing at him. She was wearing a trilby. A man jumped out behind a hat stand and swirled her into a kiss before two more men came out with synchronised jazz hands. Unsurprisingly, the group’s singing was very good. In time with the music, a man in a baby blue polo, the same glasses as Logan himself and a trilby jumped out ‘I want to be a part of it – New York, New York!’ He cut out suddenly, leading the other four to trail off, looking at him in confusion.

‘Who are you?’

Logan tried to practice socialisation, he really did. He could do small talk with students, ask intelligent questions about music with Elise and had stopped using probability percentages and fronts in his discussion of weather. But he was not ready for this. The display explained Roman but not really anything else. Patton recognised the boy in the doorway – although based off the pictures Roman had sent him he should have devil horns in red biro ink. It just took him a moment to process what that particular boy was doing here, some thousand miles away from their home town. The boy readjusted his tie and decided to break the silence. ‘Greetings, Patton Prince. I am Logan Sanders, the Student Body President of your alma mater, Simmons High.’ He paused for a moment, observed the expressions of the five roommates and explained further. ‘I am not Roman. Nor do I like or even tolerate singing, dancing and such frivolities in make-believe.’ When no-one responded to this he continued. ‘However, I am here about Roman and his play. On behalf of the school.’

Patton’s face broke into a sunshiny grin, ‘Well, shucks, come on in.’

Logan quickly unlaced his shoes, although he didn’t like the lack of formality that afforded him. He was pretty sure that the yellow of the hallway walls and the purple of the carpet were clashing colours, and he did not understand why there were multicoloured handprints on the kitchen cabinets or a host of stuffed animals on the sofa even though the average age of the occupants was twenty-two. Despite the fact that the other four students had each been in the middle of something before trying to surprise Patton’s little brother, they made themselves comfortable in the living room, interested in the next instalment in the saga Patton relayed to them each week. Logan elected to stand, not taking off his backpack.

Larry spoke incredulously over the quiet noises from Patton making tea in the other room ‘Logan who closed the theatre programmes?’

‘I did not close the theatre programmes, I advised the school on the best course of action to take to help the sixty-five students in sports-based extracurriculars.’ Logan replied to a spot one metre over Larry’s head.

Dot continued – ‘Logan from Patton’s old high school? In Florida?’

Corbyn broke in, ‘Do you want to sit down, at least? We’re not scary people.’

‘Yes, yes and no thank you. Scariness is subjective.’ Logan still couldn’t make eye contact.

‘What’s your favourite Disney film?’ was Sloane’s question.

‘Big hero six. I fail to see how that is relevant to the matter at hand.’ He was being weird, he was being weird, what would Virgil say? ‘Since we are all destined to die alone anyway.’ Reading the room, he should not have taken socialising tips from a guy who hissed when people annoyed him.

‘Well…’ Sloane replied, trying to keep his expression neutral, ‘I have a Baymax plushie in my bedroom if you want to hold it?’

‘I am not a child.’

‘So…’

‘Yes please.’

Patton nudged the door open with his hips, holding three mugs in each hand. With a swiftness caused by bitter experience, Corbyn took a few off him. Logan was now sitting cross-legged on the floor holding a Baymax toy and cradling a mug of tea, surrounded by college students and cartoon memorabilia.

Patton sat near him, leaning his back on an empty armchair. ‘So, kiddo, what’s up?’

‘You may be aware that Roman is attempting to put on a play without any school funding.’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, I am here to ask for your assistance. It is likely students here would donate to putting on the play given their passion for theatre and probable affection for you. As both a fourth year and scholarship student it is also likely that you could ask a scout to go and see the people performing, as well as the set and costumes.’

‘I’ll do whatever I can, sure. People love an underdog. How’s Roman doing?’

‘Whoa, whoa, whoa!’ broke in Corbyn, ‘Logan, do your parents know where you are? Why are you in New York?’

‘I am here for a national debate competition.’

‘Yeah, I’m still a bit confused.’ added Sloane, ‘aren’t you trying to stop the play, so they won’t get funding.’ He broke off at Patton’s ‘parental warning’ eyebrows.

Logan put his mug down on the coffee table with a bang. ‘Falsehood!’

‘Alright slugger, calm down. Sloane here was just getting a little carried away, is all. I’m sure you’re all president and correct.’

‘Humorous.’ said Logan with no expression whatsoever, ‘If you are in accordance with this plan, then I shall leave, I have a competition tomorrow after all.’

‘We do need to iron out some details first. Could I get your number?’

As they exchanged numbers Dot made an escape back to her thesis, but the rest of the students were in this for the long-haul.

Corbyn was not going over his Hamlet monologue one more time, so he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen in the intent of taking notes. ‘How much money do you need?’

‘About $200 should be sufficient. That will cover costumes and the last few props.’

As Corbyn scribbled that down Patton tilted his head to the side. ‘Roman didn’t mention that you co-ordinated this with him. He could have just called me.’

Logan stood up a little straighter, ‘Well, uh, the thing is – he doesn’t know I’m here. Technically he does know that I am in New York, but not that I visited you. I asked Talyn for the hypothetical price of costumes and decided to set this plan into motion.’

‘A random, anonymous act of kindness?’ squealed Patton.

‘…sure.’  This was strictly true, even if Logan’s reason for not wanting to have a conversation with Roman and his friends was a little more complicated than that. ‘It is common knowledge that you came here for college, and Elise asked her older brother where you lived. He gave me the address on the condition that I told you ‘spotlight llama’. What does it mean?’

Patton burst into laughter. ‘Just a little incident involving us two when we were in ‘Singing in the rain’ together. Nothing to…’ he broke off giggling, ‘Nothing to….hoo boy….nothing to allarma you.’

Inside jokes and people laughter at something Logan didn’t understand. Another one of his favourite things.

‘So rather than talk to Roman and email Patton, you estimated the costs of the costumes plus props and visited us in New York?’ asked Corbyn, looking up from his sheet.

‘I do not understand everyone’s confusion. I am here to help. Just let me sort this out.’

‘You don’t have to do too much. I know I may seem like a big ol’ goofball but I’m four years older than you and perfectly capable of doing this. We just need to find a way to transfer the money.’

Logan frowned at Patton. ‘I never said you weren’t capable. I do not doubt that you will perform your part of this adequately.’

The man shrugged guilelessly as Corbyn smiled down at his sheet, still not quite used to Patton’s ability to read people after four years. ‘Well, let’s sort this out.’

Eventually everything was prepared and Logan got ready to go back to the hostel for dinner and last-minute practice with the team.

As Logan put his shoes on, Patton leaned on the garish wall opposite him, looking at the door rather than into Logan’s eyes.

‘Everything’s going to be fine, kiddo. Be easy on yourself.’

‘What makes you say that?’

‘A feeling.’

‘The bane of my existence.’

Patton smiled then held the door open for him. ‘Good luck tomorrow – have a de-great debate! Yeesh, not my best. Ooh, also! Say hi to Elise for me! And tell Roman to sleep and to call me if he has a problem with the play.’

Logan straightened his shoelaces, then stood. ‘I can’t do that. From the way your roommates were behaving, you should know how much Roman dislikes me. I mean, he thinks I would sabotage his play!’

Patton folded his arms and raised his eyebrows. ‘No. You’re going to tell him. You’re going to tell him that you came to New York and asked me for help, and you’re going to tell him that I think you’re pretty neat, and you’re going to tell him to stop overworking himself on the play and to go out on the weekend with his friends, and you’re going to do the same thing!’

Logan saw his mother in that speech and was rightly scared of the sound of tough love.

He nodded.  ‘Alright. Thank you. Farewell.’

So Roman hadn’t told Patton that Logan didn’t have any proper friends now. Perhaps it was hard to tell when from the outside Logan was objectively one of the most popular people in their school. Still, it was a small mercy, and since he had no intention of following through with any of Patton’s orders he was glad that there was at least one promise he wasn’t breaking.