#i adore jules and verne SO much you have no idea

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 30 / 31 * BLIND SPOT 」

April 16, 1991

“Mom’s gonna lose it when she sees that,” Verne says, scrunching up his face as he studies the nasty bruise swelling up around Jules’ left eye. It’s gnarly—so much so he reaches out to touch it, prompting Jules to swiftly smack his wrist away—purples and reds and blacks blossoming out from his eye, his upper eyelid swollen, encroaching on the eye itself, and Verne whistles, not envying his brother’s position.

That looks like it hurts.

Last time that happened to him, his face ached for days and Curie only made it worse, trying to help with the bruising by licking it clean. It was almost as bad as the scolding lecture Mom had given him.

“I know,” Jules says, heaving a sigh of resignation well older than his twelve years. “I don’t know what’s going to be worse, her worrying about this and sitting us—”

“—You! Don’t drag me into this, it wasn’t my fault this time!”

“—down for another one of her lectures about why we shouldn’t let ourselves get provoked into fights with the other kids or the look on Dad’s face.”

“Mom,” Verne answers without a moment’s hesitation, “no question. Dad only freaked last time ‘cause the school called him and made him come down there and made it sound like something bad happened to you.”

All the kids in the school had talked about it for a week, how crazy old Doctor Brown burst into the school like a madman and chewed out not only the principle, but the teacher who’d allowed such an incident to happen right under her nose.

Peter Weintraub spent the whole next day telling anyone who would listen that Doctor Brown got so angry he threatened them with one of his creepy death rays and Verne nearly marched all the way to the upperclassman’s lunchroom to even out Peter’s stupid, smug face with a second black eye.

God, he really hated that kid sometimes. And Jules had to sit in classrooms with him every day. The thought nearly makes Verne shudder.

Jules barks out a sound between a huff and a laugh. “Yeah, Dad doesn’t get angry often but he really wasn’t happy that day. But that just gave Peter another reason to start running his mouth like the jerk he is.”

Verne kicks a rock in their path, sending it flying down the street. “He musta messed up real bad this time if you hit him after you promised Mom you wouldn’t.”

Throwing his head back, Jules lets out the loudest, most exaggerated sound of exasperation and disgust a twelve-year-old could possibly manage. “He started going off about Dad again! And not with the usual stuff either. I still hate it that people think Dad’s just some crazy failure ‘cause we can’t tell them about the You-Know-Whats or all the other cool stuff he’s been inventin’ for them, but you know what he says.”

That it doesn’t bother him because it’s nothing he hasn’t heard all his life, and probably in far worse ways than anything these kids can come up with. Verne nods, understanding all-too-well.

“So fine, he can say whatever he wants and if the others laugh with him, they don’t know anything. But this time he went too far, talking about how Dad’s too old, sayin’ stuff about Mom, and I just lost it.” Jules goes to rake his hand down his face and thinks better of it at the last second, diverting his energy into following Verne’s lead and sending a rock hurtling down the street with all the pent-up anger he can summon. “Next thing I know I’m hitting him and we’re yelling and—ugh, Mom’s gonna kill me.”

“Mom’s not gonna kill you. But she is gonna give you That Look that makes you wish you could steal one of Dad’s Machines.” Suddenly, Verne snaps his fingers, taken by a brilliant idea. “I bet Uncle Marty’s got some makeup at his place we could use to cover that up. And he won’t rat on us to Mom and Dad.”

[lea-andres]

https://www.tumblr.com/lea-andres/710096210420236288

I just saw this ask game you reposted (like a year ago lol) so if you’re still up for answering…

Who's your favorite oc?

Who's your favorite author (or a few of them)? (Bonus points for fav fic authors lol)

Where do you jot down your ideas?

(No pressure at all to answer!! You can answer whichever you want to, all three, or ignore this ask entirely haha)

Haha... I'm in a weird spot here. I haven't been engrossed in the Batman fandom long enough to give any interesting answers but I CAN SURE TRY LMAO

Who's your favorite oc?

At the moment it's my own girlie Alicia Swann. TL;DR: She pissed off Lex Luthor real bad, and sold herself to the Penguin so she wouldn't turn up dead in a ditch somewhere. (Don't feel bad for her, it was her idea and she kind of sucks as a person anyway lmao. 💕) I haven't gotten a good look at many others yet (aside from my lovely mutual @corrodeheavenn who per usual has too many ocs to name that I adore). I just love OCs. Gimme an OC and I'll love them.

Who's your favorite author?

Jules Verne if we're talking fiction and not fanfiction lmao. I don't usually stick to particular authors too much but Verne's work is consistently enjoyable to me.

As for fanfiction, my faves from the Sonic fandom know who they are (my lovely mutuals I still chat with), but I'm open to recommendations for Batman/DC, as last time I was poking around in their fanfics FFN was still the place for fanfics. I was recommended a Batjokes one I still need to read. (Brief soapbox intermission: I have messy feelings about Batjokes... And many Joker ships for that matter. I 1000% see where we're coming from but like... I don't want it to ever end in a relationship, or even hate fucking. Poisoning your bitter foe with your own diseased blood and forcing them to go make the cure so you both don't die is yaoi to me lmao. I want to cut open Joker ships and study them like frogs in a dissection lab, the second it turns normal or definable my interest is lost.)

Where do you jot down your ideas?

My phone, usually. I used to be a notebook girl but copying my notes over from paper to phone/computer is a hassle. And I never get ideas when seated in front of my computer so it's usually me typing furiously on my phone lmao.

[ckneal]

Hey! Thanks for the tag, @nalivaa! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get around to this. Things have been so busy lately.  

Three ships: Am I allowed to count midam and midamoul as one? I feel like every midam concept that comes to me these days has an optional midamoul add-in. The line is like an illusion that only exists in some lights--every fic idea has a parallel ghoul version!  None are safe! Meanwhile, when I have time to read lately, I've mostly been reading WangXian fics, so that should probably be my second ship. And then for my third. . .You know the book Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne? I just finished it the other day, and the whole time that I was reading it, I just kept getting the feeling that Captain Nemo very clearly has a crush on Pierre Aronnax. Right up until the last chapter or so, it just seemed like some sort of Beauty-and-the-Beast-Under-the-Sea stuff was happening. So much so, that I actually started writing out a concept for a midam/midmaoul parody of the story on more than one occasion, but never got around to posting it.

First ever ship: Oh man, I guess Spuffy? Spike and Buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer? I wasn't producing content for it or involved in the fandom or anything, I just watched the show and wanted these two characters to get together. Which is what shipping is in my mind.  

Last song: "Sweet but Psycho" by Ava Max. The line "her people say run don't walk away" makes me think of Joon-Woo from Vincenzo, and it's been stuck in my head for weeks. Currently reading: Well, I just finished Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne, and I'm about to start reading the novelization of the Doctor Who 50th anniversary special, which I've heard really good things about. 

Currently consuming: Officially, I'm watching The Owl House right now. But, I've had so much on my plate lately that I haven't really been able to watch more than an episode of it. Instead, I've been watching 1 min long youtube videos of this adorable woman who makes her husband bento lunches every day, because they're so sweet and the lunches are so pretty, and I can usually force myself back to work after watching about 5-10 of them in a row. 

Currently craving: Not to dwell on my stress levels too much, but some down time would be amazing. I miss working on things for fun so much. (Though, you know, I would settle for an adorable bento box lunch.)

It’s been a little while since I was tagged in this, so I feel a little awkward tagging anyone else, not knowing who’s already done it. If anyone sees this and wants to fill this out though, please consider yourself tagged! 

[honourablejester]

On the topic of ‘fantasy settings you’d like to see more of’:

Subterranean settings. Very specifically, non-dystopian subterranean settings. So many times in fantasy, underground is for dead or evil things, and in science fiction it’s for grim, post-apocalyptic survival stories. And I get it, I do. There’s no light underground, or very little and mostly artificial, and the list of natural hazards in RL mining/caving/drilling is stupendous. For anyone with claustrophobia, fear of the dark, fear of drowning, fear of being unable to breathe, etc, etc, etc, below ground is basically fear central. I have several of those fears myself, so I absolutely get this. There’s a reason the land of the dead in a lot of mythologies was underground.

But. Fantasy. As in magic. As in wonder. And Jules Verne’s ‘Journey to the Centre of the Earth’ was one of the first books I ever read out of the library. The idea of vast caverns and hollow earths, of great subterranean seas and cities and civilisations, really caught me.

There’s a lot you can do with a subterranean setting that is not darkness, slavery, death, blighted monsters crawling towards the surface, gateways into hell, etc. I know there are reasons for the associations. Underground is the realm of darkness, greed, suffocation. A lot of the big fantasy stories have tended towards a post-apocalyptic underground at best. Moria fell to the Balrog. The Deep Roads are where the Blight lives. The Underdark is aberration-and-slaver central. Dwarves, in particular, often seem to be a mid-apocalyptic race, clinging to their bastions of civilisation against the darkness, on the verge of being driven onto the surface. Below the surface, on any fantasy map, is where ‘Here Be Monsters’ tends to be written in huge, jagged letters. Because it’s hostile underground, RL or Fantasy. It always has been.

But. But the imagery you can have. Travelling down into the darkness to find wonders. Vast crystal caverns. Vertical civilisations, great cities built tier on tier around huge caves and shafts. Artificial suns. Bioluminescence. Giant fungal forests. Underground oceans. If you’ve ever watched those nature documentaries on extremophiles, the blind ghost fish with the lovely fins climbing lightless waterfalls. Pale, ethereal, sightless beings.

I have to say, even though it is post-apocalyptic, and the pale sightless beings were actually monsters in it, Blackreach in Skyrim at least had the awe and wonder down. This vast cavern full of majestic ruins, vast ghostly bioluminescent mushrooms, the golden glow of an artificial sun, the crystal chiming of nirnroot plants …

Underground can be a place of discovery. Wonder. Awe. Exploration. Community. Civilisation. I just would like to see some fantasy settings where that’s the bit that’s emphasised. Not the danger, not that everything down here is trying to kill you, not that living in darkness inherently makes you evil, not that the hell-portal is just down the incline there, but …

That there are wonders down here. There are living, thriving civilisations. There are beautiful, alien beings like nothing you’ve seen before. There are benign powers. There are ways to view things that are different: three-dimensional, sightless, lightless, but no less benign or valid.

Show me a dwarven city at the height of its power and prosperity, the roof of its cavern glowing in the light of its tiered suns. Show me ghostly spider people that act as the benign sages and weavers and oracles. Show me a subterranean Venice on the shores of a ghostly, lightless ocean, where bioluminescent mermaids come to trade. Show me a vast crystal cavern and the earth spirits that call it home. Show me the breath-takingly huge cavern sprawling outwards down an incline, an impossibly huge city carved tier on tier into its walls.

Show me the trade networks, gems and ores, yes, but also luminescent spider silks, strange crops grown under artificial suns, the million and one strange uses for fungus, two hundred different types of street food. Witch glass, magic, fertiliser (anyone who’s ever watched the David Attenborough cave documentary will remember the humungous mound of bat guano). Bioluminescent inks. Plant matter, bone, fossilised coal. A thriving trade in ornamental fungus for home decoration. Street stalls selling incredibly eldritch subterranean crustaceans onna stick. Street stalls offering the most delectable silicates for rock-eating species.

Show me life. Twenty six different species coming to trade hubs arranged at certain depths. Haggling. Universities. Water breathers. Methane breathers. Forty different variations on commercially available breathing charms and/or bubble helmets. A trade pidgin evolving using primarily sign languages, because the range of available vocal chords is a bit on the extreme side. Communication via light, or touch, or heat, or telepathy. There’s so many things you can do.

I’m not saying it can’t be dark and dangerous. It is still underground. I’m not even saying it can’t be horrifying. I adore Sunless Sea, after all, a game where the entire premise is an underground victorian ocean full of eldritch everything. Just … maybe don’t make it unrelentingly grim? Have some life down there. Some wonder. Some intrigue. Some cheer.

So much of fantasy underground is apocalyptic, dystopian or evil. Maybe just throw something a bit more, you know, interesting down there once in a while? Something that is not a long endless grind for survival against unrelenting horror. Make it so that people live down here, and are happy, and not because they’re torturing people for funsies, but because this is where they live and they’re fond of it, proud of it, have made a good life from it. Have it be a place people might want to visit. Put some wonders down there. Some joys.

… Possibly I just want less grimdark, post-apocalyptic fantasy in general, really. But yeah.

More wondrous fantasy undergrounds, please!

[daryfromthefuture]

Im afraid to ask... Wait no, Im not. DOC AND CLARA HC??

HmmmMMmmmM.

Lemme think. Kinda a crime I haven't really come up with any headcanons for them yet but might as well do it now I guess.

They are extremely loyal to each other and don't dare even thinking about cheating on one another. It's not only because they are a couple with unique circumstances, but because they love each other and know that there's only one Emmett/Clara on the planet, and in the entire space-time continuum.

They got married in November 1885. Screw the "canon" information we get in the DeLorean user manual, in my head their wedding day was November 12, 1885.

I'm not sure if having kids was something they'd planned initially, but eventually Jules came around and later Verne. Both Doc and Clara were happy about having their own family.

Clara wanted to travel trough time as soon as she saw the DeLorean disappear on the train track. Doc was a little leary af the idea, and was leaning more towards simply staying in the past forever, but Clara convinced him to build the time train. Doc agreed not only because his wife was really dreaming about the possibility of time travel, but also because he missed Marty.

They like to stargaze in the evenings and it became a tradition on every September 5, the day in 1885 in which they first stargazed together. As soon as Jules and Verne were old enough, Doc and Clara would leave them at home and go out to look at the stars on other evenings, too.

They both love collecting every edition of Jules Verne books existing.

When Jules was 8 years old and Verne 6, Doc completed the time train. They went to 2015 first, to get the train hover-converted, and then made the visit to 1985 we see in the movie. However, a few weeks later, Clara realized she really wanted to live in the future. She told her husband as much, and together with the fact Emmett felt really guilty for leaving Marty behind like that, Doc agreed that it would be best for them to move - for the safety of the continuum.

They settled down in 1985 somewhere at the edge of Hill Valley in a big house. Jules and Verne had enough space to play and the air wasn't all too light polluted so they could stargaze.

Clara practically adopted Marty as her third son. No seriously, she absolutely adores that kid and makes sure Emmett does regular check ups on him to make sure his adjustment to the timeline is going okay. Despite their wonderful marriage and family, she doesn't want anything to change between Doc and Marty since she knows how much they need each other.

Aaand I'm out of ideas. Hope you like those, though. Lmao

[turtle-go-brrrr]

Scratch my shell, I scratch yours

A/N: Heya! So remember two posts ago where I said I wouldn't write fics because I'm not confident enough in my writing to post it? Yeah, me neither. I started writing this at 6 am because I couldn't sleep and kept working on it during the day, so enjoy ^^(I got a little tired at the end, and i think you can feel it ;w; hope it’s good enough anyway!)

Also, I’m a sucker for platonic intimacy, and there is a severe lack of platonic x reader in this fandom

Fun fact: the Shell is both the Dorsal (part on the back) AND the Plastron (part on the front).

Requested: No

Pairing: None, platonic

Word count: 2500 +

Triggers: None

Summary: You make an embarrassing suggestion that they surprisingly accept.

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The idea came to you in a random conversation you had as you sat on their couch.

"But wait, you can really reach everywhere? Like if I touch here-", you point to a crevice in the middle of his shell. "You're telling me you can bend your arm enough to get here?"

Leonardo gently takes your wrist and pull your hand away. "I mean, we have some of those telescopic scrubs to help, you know? Or we can just ask each other to get to the hard places if it's really complicated."

Oh.

"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense."

You have been asking a few questions about their shells after Raphael started showing off some of his scars, fascinated by the intricate patterns you could see on your friends. The topic of cleaning has be brought up, and as your curiosity took charge, your brain decided to embarrass you as much as it could.

"Do you think I could help?"

Only the faint background music Mikey had set up earlier could be heard as your mutant friends looked at you, eyes wide open.

Oh, that came out wrong.

"Wait, that's not what I-", you start to explain your line of thoughts when you get interrupted by the smug look Mikey sent you, as he harbored a teasing smile.

"Oh? I didn't realize that's what you meant when you said you wanted to hang out more," he wiggles his eyebrows as your nervous laughter fills the room.

"Hold on, I can explain."

Silence again.

"Oh, you're actually listening?"

"I mean, I think we're all dying to know why on earth you'd want to take a shower with us. You're not usually this upfront with your affection," Donatello chimes in. He's not even looking at you in the eyes, but doesn't really try to hide that stupid smirk.

Bastard.

You take a deep breath, trying to focus on not letting the embarassement take over, but your voice shakes imperceptibly, and you can feel youself start to sweat. Great.

"Okay, so I was thinking : you guys always do so much for the city and never get anything in return. I remember Mikey told me that you guys love shell scratches, and now I can see that you have some trouble cleaning it, so maybe I can help with that ? Kinda like a massage sort of thing, it doesn’t have to be weird if no one makes it. Now obviously we’ll be wearing swimsuits, we’re not close enough for… you know… actually taking a shower together, " you try clearing your throat discretly. You hear a muffled laugh from Raph.

"Anyway, I think Casey knows where to buy the best animal care product. I think human stuff might not be suitable for your shells, and I read somewhere that water was the best way to clean a turtle shell anyways, but if you have suggestions just let me know what you usually use. Do you even have swimsuits ? Doesn’t matter, I’m sure we can find you some-"

As you rambled on, the slight shame started to wear off and you were able to explain your line of thoughts more clearly. The awkwardness of the situation seemed to settle down, even if your friends were absolutely going to tease you about it later. Leonardo seemed hesitant, though.

"I don’t know, man. Are you sure about this ? I don’t want you to feel like you have to. We can take care of ourselves, you know."

"I’m not gonna force you if you don’t want to, I’m just offering because I want to do something nice for you guys. You can’t really take a break, but you could at least relax a bit."

"I’m up for it." You didn’t expect Raph to agree so quickly, but maybe you should have anticipatd that as you look at the bags under his eyes. "I mean, the worst thing that could happen is falling asleep while getting a massage from a friend. Kinda sounds like a dream if you ask me. "

‘Well that was easy,’ you think as your face lightens up.

"Besides, we can laugh at them for wanting to shower with us. Didn’t think you’d want to be so intimate, " he purrs as he gives you a side glance.

Oh. Bastard number two.

"Alright. Sure. You know what, fair game, " you laugh it off. Mikey puts a reassuring arm around your shoulders as Donnie places his legs on your laps.

"We do have swimwear, so you don’t need to worry about that. And you were right about using only water to clean it, as human products tends to make us itchy afterwards. There are some types of oil we use sometimes to nourish our shells, however. I think the only thing we might need to look into is new brushes. The ones we have are, hum, barely hanging on."

You send a quick text to Casey and April to let them know about the plan after making a short list of supplies with Leo, who ended up agreeing.

It didn’t take that much convincing.

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Saturday came fast. After getting all the necessary supplies with Casey, you both made your wait to the lair to join April. They had both agreed to help you in your task, because 'damn, they really need some appreciation'.

"When do you think they'll be back?" You ask Splinter as he offers you a cup of spiced tea.

"Usually around one in the morning, unless they were delayed."

Unless something went wrong.

But those dark thought quickly faded away as you heard the faint echo of Mikey's laughter as he recalled their night. Light chatter filled the room as they took off their gear and put away their weapons, and April hushed them to get changed and take a quick shower so they could get started and finally have some sort of a break.

You could see they were excited as they each went their own way, waiting for their turn to the shower.

When you live in the sewers and try to turn it into a living space, you have to do what you can with what you have. And sometimes, what you have is a large space that you can turn into a huge bathroom, with multiple showers and a large bathtub; but what you don't have is privacy. So big communal bathroom it is.

In this specific case, it's a good thing, because it means you can all chill together as you get to work on their shells. Once everyone was settled in, April motioned them to sit on some of the chairs you put up. She opens the bag Casey and you brought and starts getting the multiple brushes and bottle out.

"You have to understand that you guys are, uh, gigantic. So try to stay at our level, okay? And stay put, please. Anyway, here is what we've got for you: there are multiple brushes - one of each type for each of you - and some are harder than the others. Don't worry, we'll try not to scrub your shell off of you," she winks at that, and holds back a laugh at Raph's worried expression.

She continues. "We also found the oil Donnie told us about, and we bought multiple bottles. You'll have a stack for next time." She then gets one last bottle out that she puts aside.

"That one is for Splinter. To make his fur all soft and shiny," you butt in with an innocent smile. The old man deserves a treat too.

Casey laughs at that and says, "So, there's tree of us and four of you. Who is okay waiting for his turn?"

Silence.

After a solid minute, Leonardo sighs and volunteers to let his brothers enjoy a well deserved spoiling session. Mikey, instead of sitting on a chair like a normal person, choose instead to lay down on the bathroom floor.

"You said it was basically a massage, right? Now it really feels like it!"

"Oh, good idea. I'm this close to getting a pillow and having the nap of my life," Donnie says, putting his fingers together.

"Your fingers are touching."

"I know," he gives you a side smile as he starts to get up, but you quickly bring him back to reality. "But there's gonna be water everywhere?" You sit down next to where he just was and watch as he goes back to where he sat, sending you a disapproving side glance.

"Let a turtle dream, will you?" He lays down on his stomach, puts his head on his arms, and scouts closer to you.

You watch Raph get settled on a chair next to Casey, putting his arms on the backrest as April hands you one of the harder brushes. Leo makes a quick trip to the kitchen and brings back some water, a few snacks, and a copy of Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne.

"Again," you start. "There's gonna be water everywhere. Are you sure bringing a book here is a good idea?"

He gives you a sly smile. "Gotta live up to my name."

What?

"What?"

"You know," Mikey interrupts. "Fearless."

"Oh. Right. Well, don't come crying when you drop it into a puddle then." But you offer him a plastic bag anyway, to hold his book with it in case he wets his hands.

"You sure you're okay waiting?" Casey asks him as he starts pouring water over Raph's back.

"Yeah, don't worry. I have things to keep me busy anyway."

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It took one swipe of the brush from April for Mikey to start... what was the word? Churring.

A low rumble coming from his throat that had kind of the same function as a cat's purr, Donnie explained. It was an expression of contentment or happiness, that sometimes even happended when they needed reassurance.

Adorable.

"I can't believe you guys can purr and never told me." Raph doesn't even bother opening his eyes when he answers you, "We knew you'd take advantage of that. Didn't want to be babied by the tiniest human we ever met."

Asshole.

You went back and forth with the gruff turtle, always in good spirit though. Conversations flowed, laughter were exchanged, and everyone managed to lighten up. Master Splinter joined the group at some point, and was just glad to spend some time with his family - all of it. He also started to take cared of Leo’s dorsal, to his delight.

You don't exactly know when, but some time after Donnie started to let go some soft churrs as you scrubbed the dirt off of his shell, you stopped listening to the current topic and started to really focus on your task.

Scrapping the dirt hidden in between every crevice, rubbing the largest scales, you were surprised by the look of the bare shell of your nerdy friend. You never really stopped to observe this particular feature the four brothers harbored, not only out of decency, but also because it was always covered. Gear and clothes, backpack and tech, dirt and blood, there was always something hiding the intricate patterns of their shells.

You unconsciously slowed down to really take in what you were seeing, your fascination and curiosity taking over your wish to help.

"I don't know why, but I never expected your shell to be so colorful," you say after wiping away the dirty water from the left side of his back. You didn’t mean to say it at loud, but he doesn't answer you. However, you do get something from Mikey.

"Man, you should see mine! Don helped me create an organic paint so I can paint my shell without hurting myself with a bunch of chemicals, and it looks sooo damn good-"

"Shh!"

"... Did they- Did you just shush me?"

"Shhh!" You whisper yell this time. You then give a side glance toward the sleeping turtle under you.

"Annw. Good luck waking him up."

"Yeah, I'm... not doing that. He needs his sleep," you laugh quietly.

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It took the three of you around an hour to deep clean their shells. Even Raph was finally letting go and softly churring at the end. Mikey was loud enough to have trouble speaking, and Donnie was still asleep. Splinter was still working meticulously on his son, who, he could tell, had a hard time holding back the content churrs that threatened to spill out.

You get up and strech, feeling your joints crack and already anticipating how sore you’ll be tomorrow. The muscles in your arms were burning, and you couldn’t feel your butt anymore, but it was worth it. You’ve never seen the four mutants so relaxed before.

Remembering the oils, you went toward the towels to dry your friend’s back and give the final touch to, what you’d grow to refer to, your work of art. You gave a few head scratches to Raph, who was dozing off with a lazy smile, and went back to Donatello. You slowly dried his dorsal when you felt him shift under your hands.

"Hey buddy," you speak softly. He whispers a ‘hey’ you can barrely hear.

"I’m almost done. I just have to put the oil, then you can let it dry and go to sleep, okay ? " You open the bottle and get a paintbrush, with which you start coating his shell with a thin layer of oil. You can hear his soft churrs start again.

Casey accidentally dropped the bottle of oil on Raph’s back and was desperatly trying to gather as much as he could. "Shi- Fuck, wait-"

"Here, give me some. Thanks to you, I don’t have to open mine, " April said with a smirk. She helped him clean up before going back to Mikey, who raised himself on his forearms and watched the scene unfold with a tired smile.

It took only around twenty minute to put the oil on their shells and get it almost dried up. Once it was done, you helped Splinter and Casey clean up as April let her dizzy friends hold onto her, guiding them on their way to their room. Once it was all done, you waved Leo good night as Raph ruffled your hair and went to sleep. Mikey gave you a big hug and thanked you for the ‘bonker idea’ and made you promise to do it again soon, which you agreed on.

April was already sleeping in the big armchair next to the couch, Casey in a sort of little nest of blankets and pillows at her feet. As you made your way to the couch – your makeshift bed for the night – Donnie was passed out cold on it already. And, boy, does he takes up a lot of space.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see Splinter standing next to you. "I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you borrowing his bed for the night. "

"I– are you sure ? "

"He stole yours. He’ll live. " A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he guided you to your friend’s room, offering you a spare blanket and pillow. "Have a good night, Y/N. You know where to find me if you need anything."

”Thank you, Master Splinter.” You can feel your eyelid close on their own, and decide to finally call it a night. You got settled as best you could in the bed, and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

A warm breakfast would await you in the morning.

[satendou]

⟼  the symbol for love

⟼ the language of flowers | next

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⇢ pairing: akaashi/reader

⇢ au: florist!akaashi, college!au

⇢ summary:  akaashi’s love language is that of flowers

⇥  masterlist

⇢  warnings: mutual pining, flowers, soft smut

⇢  word count: 8.3k

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⇢  a/n: okay full disclosure, this fic only exists bc @keijiskitten​ sent in a picture of akaashi surrounded by flowers at the same time that i was talking about a roommate au. we talked more about it and she suggested confessing via flowers and i went overboard with it. this is another one i’m rather fond of and was written mostly with her in mind. so thank her for the idea!

It started off with heather, hyacinths, and jasmine.

Opening the door to the apartment you had been sharing with one Akaashi Keiji for the last seven months, you were hit with the delicate bouquet of fresh flowers, purple and blue and white, all artfully arranged in a vase on the coffee table. 

“Ah, those are so pretty, Akaashi,” you murmured to the man reading a book on the couch. It was a battered copy of 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne and he was already halfway through it. The TV played a black and white movie, the volume turned so low you could hear only the soft crackle of sound playing through the speakers. “What are they?”

Occupied with taking off your shoes, you missed the faint pink dust that crept over his cheeks at your praise. By the time you turned back around, it had disappeared. He had closed the book and pulled the vase closer to him, slender fingers pulling three different stems out of the container and laying them across his palm.

“Heather,” he said, handing you the purple flower. “Jasmine.” The white one was handed to you. “And lastly, hyacinths.” The final blue flower was handed over, and you held them to your nose, inhaling deeply. Your eyes fluttered and a soft smile crossed your lips as you looked over them at him.

“And what do these mean?” you asked, a teasing edge to your voice. Akaashi was both a book and flower lover, so you knew that there were meanings behind the bouquet, right down to the number of flowers. “They smell so sweet.”

Akaashi chuckled at that. He always loved your reactions to his arrangements. They were so pure and genuine, like the flowers he handled on a daily basis, and oh so fragile. Over the course of the last few months, he had picked up on your habits and emotions, noting each time you felt anxious you would pick at the skin of your lips and run your fingers through your hair, or how when you were feeling extra tired you would just throw your hair up in a messy bun or a ponytail and go about your business. His favorite by far though was when you were relaxed and at ease-- when your face would soften, your eyes would brighten, and you would look at him with a smile that squeezed his heart.

“They were for a customer today and I just liked the arrangement,” he answered, and the lie tumbled from his lips with such ease that it almost scared him. “But they mean beauty and solitude, love, and playful and sincere.” He pointed out each flower as he spoke its meaning, in the order that he had handed them to you, resisting the urge to graze his fingers across your knuckles.

He caught the flustered glint in your eyes as you stared at them and smiled in response. That was the look he adored and he worked his hardest to bring it out as often as possible, especially lately. Finals were coming up and he had never seen you more stressed and harried, staying out and up late studying or finishing assignments. The bags under your eyes caused him some concern, and he did his best to help you with things, but with a flower shop to run it wasn’t easy.

“Did you have any plans tonight? We could order in, if you want,” he offered, and hoped that the desire was well hidden from his voice. It was the weekend, and usually you spent Friday nights with your friends. That didn’t stop him from asking, though.

“Oh I’m sorry, I have a group project I have to work on,” you answered, and handed back the flowers that were still clasped in your hands. “I only came home to change and then I’m leaving.”

His heart fell, but he managed to keep his face straight. “Oh okay. I’ll see you later?”

“Uh, well I don’t know how late I’ll be, so don’t wait up,” you answered, your face the embodiment of apologetic. You wanted so badly to take him up on it, to get a break from the grueling hours of endless work, but the project needed to be handed in on Monday and no one wanted to be working on it all weekend-- not when there was studying and other assignments to be completed.

He could see the weariness on your face and took your hand in his, feeling his heart stutter when you squeezed back. Giving you a small smile, he said, “You can do this. Just a few more weeks and you’ll have a break. Just hang in there.”

“I know,” you said as you moved away from him, walking down the hall towards your bedroom. “Thank you for supporting me, ‘Kaashi. It means a lot.”

Then you were out of sight, the bedroom door closing with a soft click behind you and Akaashi was left staring at the flowers that spelled out all of the emotions he himself couldn’t express.

--

Two weeks later, you came into the apartment after a day full of nothing but stressful exams and irritable professors. On top of that, your thesis topic had been denied and you were more than a little anxious about trying to find a new one.

As observant as ever, Akaashi picked up on your mood the moment you texted him and frowned, looking at the bouquet he was currently working on. It was massive, standing taller than him and bursting with colors of all sorts. All of them symbolized love, cherishment, and a hope for the future. It was the final order for a wedding but he couldn’t care less about it all of a sudden.

Sending you a short message back, he returned to it, eyebrows now furrowed in concentration over on a different train of thought. Wracking his brain as best he could, he finished the arrangement up and called one of his employees to take it to the back, where it would be loaded up and taken to the venue. 

He helped put up the flowers on display in the coolers and then shooed the others out of the shop, flipping the sign on the door to ‘closed’. Moving into the back of the now empty shop, he pondered the flowers in stock, pinching delicate petals between his fingers as he went over the meanings for each.

Love, good health, solitude, remembrance-- it was easy for him to recall each, and he smiled as he landed on the ones he wanted. With a grace and quickness honed by years of practice, he put a small bouquet together, hoping that this small token would bring you some comfort.

And if that didn’t work, takeout from your favorite place probably would.

--

The door opened two hours after you had first texted Akaashi telling him your bad news. The response you had received had been lackluster, further souring your mood, and you were currently sprawled out on the couch moping with a mug of his tea.

Raising your brow at the way he held his hand behind his back, you took the bag he offered, instantly recognizing your favorite smells wafting from it. Your stomach grumbled, and you offered him a repentant smile because you knew he now knew you had neglected to eat that day.

Instead of saying anything about it, he just frowned before showing you what was behind his back, setting it on the table beside the bag, and your face lit up.

Pink, purple, and white seemed to pop in comparison to the rest of the room, vibrant and fresh, and you reached out, pulling one of each flower from the vase. The food sat forgotten on the table for the time being as you inhaled the blooms’ scents before offering them to him.

“Well, what are they and what do they mean?” you asked, and he chuckled at the enthusiasm written across your face. Over the last few weeks, it had become something of a ritual for him to bring home a few flowers for you, laying them on the coffee table for you to find when you got home from a late night study session or handing them to you as he left for work in the morning. 

It was hard not to appreciate how invested you seemed to be in it, and he tried hard not to read too much into it. That was far easier said than done though, especially when your eyes lit up with wonder and happiness, looking first at the flower and then at him. It was the biggest reason he did it, but it left him feeling empty in some ways, wondering if you would look at him the same way if he didn’t bring them to you.

Still, he wouldn’t stop-- even that little bit of attention meant something to him, so he took the flowers you now offered from your hands and spun the purple one between his slender fingers. 

“Violets mean peace, or in this case relaxation,” he said, and immediately caught the understanding dawning on your face. By the time he explained the meaning behind the peonies-- good fortune or luck-- it had morphed into something so unbearably soft that his insides twisted into knots that would never come undone. 

“And the jasmines mean-- love,” you said, and your expression morphed into confusion as you took them back from him.

“W-Well, in this case they’re just for optimism and good fortune. I guess a different flower would have been better--”

--but any other wouldn’t have meant the same thing.

He cursed himself for being so obvious and swallowed nervously, waiting for your response. In another situation, he might have said the look that flashed across your pensive face was disappointment, but he was sure he was just deluding himself. 

And sure enough, your lips curled up into your usual smile as you thanked him for the flowers, support, and, most importantly, food.

The relief was tempered by disappointment that you accepted his lie so easily before he launched into a lecture about how you should take better care of yourself and threatened to come to the campus and drag you off to lunch himself if he had to. The living room was filled with banter while you ate, suggesting maybe you wouldn’t mind him coming and kidnapping you for lunch if he would take you to your favorite restaurant. Of course he promised he would because that just meant he’d get to spend even more time with you and you didn’t look the least bit unhappy with the development. He tried to ignore the nervous fluttering in his stomach as you planned to meet at the restaurant around one.

That night, you stayed in with him watching old movies that he knew you didn’t like, sharing a blanket thrown across your legs, but he appreciated the way you kept picking them anyway. The flowers were moved to the kitchen counter, illuminated by the overhead light, and more than once he caught you looking at them with a soft, wistful sort of smile.

--

The first lunch date was followed by several more over the coming weeks, whenever the gap in your schedule coincided with his lunch break. Of course, he could take lunch whenever he wanted, being the owner, but Akaashi was nothing if not a courteous boss and chose not to do that to his employees.

Today you were running late, and your order had just arrived when you flung yourself into your seat, out of breath and grinning maniacally. It was the look you usually wore when something had both gone your way and was going to surprise him and it didn’t fail this time either.

“I got a fucking S, ‘Kaashi!” you said, slamming the paper down on the table between you. His eyes widened and you practically glowed at the stunned expression. It made his blue eyes sparkle, and when he looked up at you there was such pride in them that your heart skipped a beat.

“_____, that’s amazing,” he said, picking up the paper to examine it. It was littered with your handwriting, each answer meticulously thought out and he could even see some of his influence in your answers-- certain things worded certain ways or words he had said repeated in ink. There was something about knowing you listened to his advice that closely that made him anxious, and he couldn’t decide if it was in a good way or a bad way. “I’m so proud of you.”

This test had been weighing heavy on you for a month, and most of your focus was on passing it, since it was your worst subject. It was too important to fail, and you had stayed up late into the night working on your problem areas, with Akaashi coming in clutch with advice and explanations-- and coffee-- when you needed it.

A flood of adoration swept through you as you stared at your pretty roommate. He was the picture of calm, a gentle smile on his face as he gazed back at you, grey-blue eyes narrow with what you guessed was contentment.

Suddenly, this felt a lot less platonic than it had originally, and you tucked your hair behind your ear as you cleared your throat. You couldn’t go down that line of thinking, it would only lead to disappointment. No way was this gorgeous man interested in a stressed out, exhausted, anxious mess of a college student and you wouldn’t let yourself get your hopes up. 

“A lot of it was because of you, you know,” you said, schooling your expression into what you hoped was grateful and not at all nervous. He didn’t react other than a widening of his smile and a curious quirk of his eyebrow, so you assumed you had managed it. “I mean it. You explain things so well, it’s easy to understand. And you’re patient, even though you had to explain things to me like a hundred times. I would definitely have failed without you.”

His eyes widened again in surprise, his lips parting as if to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, he looked contemplative, a myriad of emotions swimming through his eyes but you couldn’t pick out any one in particular. At the end though, you thought there might have been something akin to melancholy as he looked down at his yet untouched food, tea long since gone cold.

Before you could ponder that, his expression settled back into the placid calm you were accustomed to and he said, “No, I think you could have done it. You put so much effort into studying, I thought you were going to pass out mid-exam. How many do you have left now?”

The conversation veered off into the rest of your exams and plans for the break in a week’s time-- of which you were unsure, since you had a few offers for vacations and trips-- as you ate.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur of papers, pens, and faces, and you were relieved to finally unlock the door to your apartment. Akaashi had texted you earlier saying he was going to be out late and you had slumped in disappointment, already wondering what you were going to do all alone that night.

But when you opened the door, you perked back up almost immediately.

Sitting on the coffee table was the vase, containing an iris, a yellow rose, and another white jasmine. In it was a note written in perfect, crisp cursive--

‘Blue Iris--faith. Yellow rose-- congratulations. I always knew you could do it, _____.’

For some reason, you couldn’t stop from plucking the jasmine.

--

Finals flew by in what felt like a whirlwind of late nights, coffee, and ink smudges. Every day brought tests, but every evening brought you a new flower and you were running out of space for them. 

Irises, yellow roses, red mums, tiger lilies, and peonies were taking up every ounce of excess space you had and your room smelled like a garden. You couldn’t be happier, either. Akaashi seemed to have a sixth sense for what you needed on any given day and you always looked forward to getting home.

On the final day of your exams there was another round of irises, roses, and jasmines waiting for you, and as you twisted the stem of the white flower between your fingers, you were tempted to ask why this particular flower always found its way into his bouquets. But a bigger part of you didn’t want to know, wanted to let it remain a sweet mystery in case he decided to stop. You knew why you wanted to let it be-- you were afraid that asking would lead to an answer you didn’t want, and the hope you harbored was a pleasant pain.

“So,” Akaashi asked, breaking your pondering, “have you decided what you’re doing for the break?” You were staring far too hard at the fresh white jasmine and jumped when he spoke, making him chuckle. 

You hummed in response, tucking the flower back into the vase on the counter and then looked over to him, perched on the stool beside yours. There was a book, another Jules Verne novel, sitting in front of him, a bookmark hanging out of the top. Resting your head on your arms, you said, “Yeah. A few of my friends decided to go to the beach, so I’m gonna go with them. I’ll be gone for a few days.”

“You don’t sound too happy about that,” he said, mimicking you. The air conditioner clicked on overhead and you shrugged. He tried to ignore the dull throbbing of his heart, wishing he could go with you. But not only had you not invited him, he also had no one to watch the store for him. “Do you not want to go?”

“It isn’t that,” you answered, but it was sort of a lie. You did want to go, to relax and have some fun, and you deserved that. But then why did you feel sad that you were leaving? You already knew, as you and Akaashi stared at each other, that it was him. Even for just a few days, you would miss him terribly, and he wasn’t even yours to miss. Sad, really, how pathetic you felt. “I just...I don’t know. There’s gonna be so many people and it’s gonna be loud and I just want to relax.”

“Then tell them you don’t want to go.” It was selfish, but he couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. It managed to draw a grin out of you, even though you still shook your head.

“I’ve already committed. And besides, it’s only for a few days. Then I’ll come back and not do anything for the next week,” you said, and Akaashi chuckled. 

“Well,” he said as he sat up, and you automatically followed suit, “we should eat so you can pack, since I’m sure you haven’t even started.”

Groaning, you hid your face in your hands, but you couldn’t help the smile. “Don’t call me out. I’ve been doing everything perfectly for the last month, I deserve to slack off a little.”

Akaashi was already scrolling through DoorDash on his phone and laughed again. “Of course you do, but don’t complain to me about it when you’re up at 5am packing.”

“Oh, I will. Because you’ll already be up anyway. I don’t know how you do it,” you said, staring at the flowers once more. You didn’t even bother to ask Akaashi what he was ordering because he knew you like the back of his hand, and whatever he got would be something you liked. 

He hummed in response, placing his order before looking at you. “Wanna watch a movie? Unless you have something else planned?”

But you shook your head and his heart fluttered. 

“Nah, a movie sounds great.”

--

It was only a week, he kept telling himself. And yet he missed you to the point he was almost moping. The apartment still smelled of all the flowers he had filled it with over the last few weeks, but it was fading fast without you to bring new ones home too. He shook his head at his ridiculous train of thought. It wasn’t like you were gone forever, you were still coming home in just a few days.

And he wasn’t sure if it helped that you were constantly blowing up his phone. Pictures and videos of tidepools, fish in the aquarium you had visited, sunsets on the water, and meals with your friends flooded his inbox and he eagerly scanned each one, drinking in your content smile.

But even through a picture, he could see something was missing from it. He knew you too well and looked way too hard not to notice, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. At least until one video in particular of you in what he recognized as a botanical garden-- the high, domed ceiling made of glass and the condensation obscuring his view of the sky, not to mention the plants literally everywhere gave it away. You were staring down at a box full of white flowers, but were too far away for him to recognize them until whoever was holding the camera got closer.

A male voice called out to you, amused and maybe a little condescending if Akaashi had to say so, asking, “Hey, _____, watcha lookin’ at?”

You visibly jumped in the frame and cast your friend a nervous smile before it cleared up, and in that moment the something Akaashi hadn’t seen in any other picture showed up, just before you reached out and grazed one of the dewy white petals.

Jasmine, he thought, at the same time that you said it. Heat rushed from his ears down to his toes and back up as he recognized the adoration and unadulterated happiness in your smile, and not even the camera-wielder’s derisive laugh could quell the feeling.

“You and your plants. Well, what’s this one mean then?”

If you noticed the tone, you didn’t show it, only standing up straight and putting your finger up in the air as if giving him a lesson as you said, “Jasmine stands for optimism, good fortune, and positive energy. And--”

Love, Akaashi thought, once again at the same time you said it, and he had to sit down at the counter as his nerves got the best of him. He couldn’t take it, the way you stared into the camera with a sharp, knowing look, like you were piercing right into his soul. If his game was given away, then so be it, he was going to confess properly instead of hiding behind his flowers.

Your friend laughed again, and this time Akaashi could see the way you flinched and rolled your eyes, walking away as he mocked you.

“Sure, sure. You really believe in that? Sounds corny if you ask me,” he said, voice crackly through the speaker as the sprinklers came on. He cursed and the video quickly cut out afterwards, probably to protect it from water damage.

Akaashi rewatched that video three more times before finally sending you a text telling you he was flattered that you remembered so much of his ramblings. Laughing, he set his phone down and carded his fingers through his hair, hiding his face in his arms as he thought about what he was planning to do and the ramifications. Was there any way he could salvage it if you rejected him? Was it even worth the risk right now?

There was no answer to his anxious questions, so he did what he always did when he needed something to occupy his mind-- he arranged flowers.

A couple of hours later, your phone pinged with a new alert, and you swiped it open absently as you sipped at a pina colada, almost choking on it when the picture loaded.

Pink, white, and blue all mixed together in an explosion of color on what you guessed was his workbench at the shop. It was one of his most elegant bouquets yet, at least as far as you were concerned, and your curiosity was white hot as you texted him.

‘what are they, kaashi? what do they mean?’

You waited impatiently for him to answer, but he never did, not even reading it. You were a flurry of nerves all that night, warring between calling him, texting him, and just leaving it be. So distracted were you that you lost count of how many drinks you’d had, until you and the rest of your friends were so far gone the bartender cut you off and you made your way up to your rooms to pass out.

You had never been happier to be going home than you were that morning, hungover and still without an answer from your roommate.

--

Unfortunately, you made a mistake on the drive home. Still distracted by your anxious energy, you scrolled through your phone, liking and commenting on things absently while you listened to your friends chatter in the backseat.

Suddenly, a hand was on your shoulder and a rough voice was in your ear, asking “Do you want to go, _____?”

Not thinking much of it, you agreed, checking your texts again just to see if he’d even read the few you’d sent-- nothing, and you went from worried to hurt. Why had he sent you that picture and then just ignored you afterwards? He was still active on Twitter and Instagram, so you knew he hadn’t fallen off his step stool at the shop. What was his deal?

Your apartment building came into view at last, and your heart picked up speed. It was the weekend, he should be home at this hour. What was he going to say? Or do? You had never been so nervous to get home-- or go home-- as you were just then, but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

Looking to your friend, Eiji, you found him looking at you expectantly. 

“I’ll wait for you here, alright? Don’t keep me waiting,” he said, and laughed at the puzzled expression on your face. “You forget already, _____? You agreed to a date. But I figured you’d want to change before we went so…”

“Oh, uh, right,” you said, wracking your brain for when the hell you had agreed to that. His question from earlier drifted through your thoughts, and you could have smacked yourself for being so oblivious. It felt rude to just...change your mind right then, so you braced yourself to suffer through the date. Eiji was nice enough, if not a little pretentious. Nothing like Akaashi-- 

But you decided not to go down that path.

Grabbing your bag from the trunk, you raced up the steps to the apartment as fast as you could, missing the lock at least twice with how bad your hands were shaking. Flinging the door open, you startled Akaashi, who was sitting on the couch staring at yet another bouquet of flowers.

You stood staring at him, and him back at you, with wide, nervous eyes, neither of you saying anything for a moment, until--

“Welcome home.”

The irritation that had been building all day simmered over as you realized he had actually been ignoring you for no good reason, and then had the audacity to act like everything was fine.

“Hey.”

He didn’t miss the cool edge to your greeting as you wandered towards your room with your bag, sparing the vase on the table the smallest glance. The door closed behind you and you dropped your bag beside the closet, trying to ignore the anger and hurt flowing through you. Your head was starting to hurt again and you really just wanted to lay down for a nap, but your phone dinged, lighting up with Eiji’s name, asking how much longer you were going to be.

Ignoring the temptation to cancel-- you really didn’t want to be rude-- you hurriedly changed into something more appropriate and combed through your hair. Scrunching your nose, you winced at the sunburn you could feel covering your face, wondering how you had gotten it even with your religious use of sunscreen.

Akaashi was still sitting on the couch, the book he had been reading closed on his lap as he stared at the bouquet on the table. When you came into the living room, he perked up, a nervous smile coming onto his face.

“Hey, I wanted to talk-- Are you going somewhere?” He had just realized you had changed into a new outfit and there was a restless energy in the way you checked your phone. You had just gotten home, but you were already ready to leave again. 

There was irritation on your face as you glanced up from your phone, and he was unable to tell if it was directed at him or whoever was texting you, but it morphed quickly into apologetic as you sighed. “Yeah, sorry. I’ve got a date. I’ll be back in a bit. We can talk then?”

You didn’t sound too happy about that, and Akaashi definitely wasn’t, but his words stuck in his throat. A date. Jealousy bubbled viciously in his stomach, oozing into his heart and up his throat, and he jerked his head once, willing the tide to stem until you had left. It was his own fault, after all, for waiting so long to ask and then ignoring you for a day.

He was such a coward.

Staring at your phone again, you missed the pinched narrowing of his eyes and headed towards the door, waving goodbye before closing it behind you.

--

It was only an hour or two later-- you weren’t totally sure, since you weren’t even sure when you had gotten home and abruptly left again-- that you were dragging your sore feet up the steps to the apartment again. The date had gone horribly wrong, right from the start.

Differences of opinion, differences of interests, his disinterest in listening to you talk about anything you were interested in, it seemed like the two of you just couldn’t sync up to have an actual conversation.

Not to mention how you kept inadvertently comparing him to Akaashi, from the way he spoke to you to the way he spoke of other people, right down to the way he ate, for fuck’s sake. You had it bad, and the date was a terrible idea.

When you stepped into the apartment it was quiet and mostly dark, only the lamp on the side table on, and you wondered if Akaashi had either left or gone to bed.

The vase still sat on the table, illuminated in the soft yellow light, and you recognized red roses, tulips, carnations, and the ever present jasmine. Closing the door behind you with a soft click, you kicked off your shoes before sitting on the couch. As ever, the arrangement was flawless, all the flowers mixed together with perfect balance, and you burst into tears. 

It was too obvious, now that you thought about it.

Almost two months of flowers, at least one everyday, a bouquet for every milestone or when you were feeling down, his strange text yesterday and how he wanted to talk to you today-- you really were an idiot.

And then you get home and tell him you have a date-- it must have felt like a slap to the face, and the sick queasiness in your stomach was no less than you deserved for doing that to him, for being so blind.

As quiet as you tried to be, you must still have made too much noise-- that or he wasn’t asleep in the first place-- because there was a weight on the couch beside you and an arm around your shoulder.

Soft words you couldn’t comprehend were whispered into your ear, that same arm pulling you close into his chest, where it was joined by the other one around your back. The tears continued to fall, wetting his shirt, your fingers wrinkling it where they twisted in, and he held you until you finally quieted.

“What’s going on, _____? Did your date hurt you?” he asked and, now that you were calm enough to listen, you could hear the panic and worry in his words. 

Taking deep, gulping breaths to steady yourself, you shook your head. “No, nothing like that, I-- ‘Kaashi, I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have agreed to that stupid date, he was such a jerk and all I could think about was you and then I came home and saw the flowers and I realized--”

He shifted against you, petting your hair as you stumbled over your words. He could hear the unshed tears building up again and rushed to soothe you before they could spill over. “Woah, hey, slow down. Why were you thinking of me on your date?”

You paused to look up at him, tan skin and blue eyes backlit by the lamp, face twisted in confusion and you had the insane urge to laugh. He was so beautiful it was unfair, how could he ever want a stressed out mess like you?

“I think I love you, Akaashi,” you whispered, and then dropped your eyes down to his chest, unable to stand the fear of rejection. 

A soft hand cupped your cheek, thumb sliding across your cheekbone before tilting your head up to face him again. 

His nose brushed yours and you swore your heart stopped, a soft noise leaving the back of your throat as he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, you closed the distance, grazing his lips in what could barely be called a kiss and only left you aching for more. He delivered, slanting his lips across yours, molding them together and your head spun with a mixture of relief and desire. The scent of the flowers on the table mingled with the smell that always came off of him, a heady perfume of hundreds of different flowers that you couldn’t get enough of. It clung to his skin, his clothes, and now you, and you allowed your hands to run over his shoulders and up the back of his neck, threading into the curls at the nape of his neck.

By the time you parted, you had crawled into his lap, knees on either side of his hips, and followed that up with several small kisses afterwards. His hands found their way up your shirt, stroking along your spine and squeezing your side as you rested your forehead against his.

“You’ve been telling me all this time, haven’t you?” you asked, barely a whisper, and he chuckled breathlessly in response.

“Yeah. I guess it was too subtle,” he answered, and then kissed you again. He couldn’t get enough, not after he had waited so long to taste you. His palms smoothed up your back, just beneath the strap of your bra, and you shivered in his hold. “I can show you now, if you want?”

You shivered at the warm promise in his words and nodded. “Please, ‘Kaashi.”

He hummed in response, leading a trail of kisses across your cheek to just beneath your ear. Nimble fingers unclasped your bra beneath your shirt, and then came back down to grip your thighs. With a strength you hadn’t expected, he hoisted you up from the couch, carrying you down the hall and kicking open his door. 

You had been in his room countless times before, but it took on a different view when you were laid on your back on his bed, surrounded by a dark grey blanket with him hovering over you. He was stripping out of his shirt, and you licked your lips at each inch of skin that was exposed. His muscles rippled as he pulled it over his head, revealing his lean chest, flushed as red as his cheeks as he caught you staring.

“What is it?” he asked as he propped himself up over you. He was still standing, your legs hanging off the side of the bed and he nudged them open, slotting himself between your thighs. Your expression was that of a deer in headlights as you looked from his face down to the bulge in his shorts, settled right against the crotch of your jeans. 

“You’re just-- so pretty, Akaashi,” you whispered, trailing the fingers of one hand down his throat and chest, watching the muscles on his stomach jump and flex. Your head was still spinning with all this new information, but you weren’t about to let it overwhelm you. Wrapping your other arm around his neck, you pulled him down for another searing kiss, his lips turning up against yours.

When he pulled back, he was blushing, but there was a steely, mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Not as pretty as you, kitten. I think these clothes need to go. I want to feel you,” he said, tugging your shirt over your head. You sat up to help him and followed that by throwing your bra to the floor beside him, and he groaned. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Palming your breasts in his hands, he pinched your nipples between his fingers, feeling you shiver beneath him. Your back arched, begging him silently for more, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. You looked so good, sprawled out beneath him, eyes wide and pupils blown out, lips parted in pleasure. His cock ached at the sight, and he gave into the temptation to grind his hips into yours, eliciting a quiet gasp from you.

Fingers wrapped around the hard muscle of his bicep. “Akaashi, please.”

“Keiji. Say it,” he commanded even as his fingers trailed down from your breasts to your stomach. He smiled when you giggled but didn’t prolong it, instead flicking the button of your jeans open. They were tugged roughly down your legs and discarded, and then he was tracing the outside of your panties, watching you squirm.

Your lips parted as he ghosted his fingers over your clit, panties already dampe under his touch. “Kei-ji, touch me, please,” you whined, fingers digging into the blanket.

“Whatever you need, kitten. I’ve got you,” he said, pulling the gusset of your panties aside. You were already so slick, and you moaned when the pads of his fingers rubbed over your folds. The heel of his hand grazed your clit and you were desperate for more. “You’re so beautiful, _____. So wet for me.”

You nodded in agreement, tears of frustration beginning to sting your eyes, and you called his name when he finally sunk one long, slender finger into your tight heat. You clenched around him as his thumb found your clit, pumping in and out of you. A second finger soon joined the first, his heated eyes locked on your slick covering his palm and the way your pussy seemed to suck them back in hungrily. A mess of moans and his name fell from your lips, accentuated by the thrust of your hips as you seeked out more of his touch.

With a groan he sank to his knees, letting his tongue replace his thumb and he swore he’d never tasted anything sweeter on his tongue.

“God, princess, you taste so good,” he groaned against your clit, and you spasmed around him at the sensation. His fingers were long enough that you could feel him toy with your cervix on every thrust, and your toes curled when he grazed over the spongy spot on your walls. “Need you to cum on my fingers, okay? Then I can fill up this pretty pussy.”

You gasped at his words, not expecting anything that filthy from your soft spoken roommate. That coupled with the mental image of him sliding his cock into you drove you right over the precipice of your orgasm.

He moaned, feeling your walls clamp down on his fingers, and his cock twitched.

When he stood up, he drank in the sight of your heaving chest and spread legs, pussy glistening. Arousal and contentment flooded his system, purely happy that he finally had you laying before him as he’d dreamt so many times before, and he let his shorts drop to the floor.

Your jaw dropped as he pumped his shaft a few times, smearing the precum already leaking down his thick shaft. It was a good thing he had prepared you, but the thought of having to stretch to take him was equally tempting. The slick sounds made you squirm, wanting to be filled and stretched. You locked your ankles around his thighs, earning a chuckle.

“Patience, kitten. Slide up the bed,” he said, watching you move backwards until you were laying in the center.

The bed dipped under his weight and he crawled over you, shoving his knees beneath your thighs. Hoisting your legs up to lock around his hips, he let his cock settle against your folds. You shuddered when he slid across your still sensitive clit, whining low in your throat.

“Too sensitive, kitten? Want to stop?” he teased, and laughed at the look of panic that flashed across your face. You shook your head frantically, legs tightening around him, and he soothed you by cupping your cheek. “Me either. I’m gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl.”

There was a promise in his eyes, and you were still trying to connect the Akaashi you knew with this one, the one that was cajoling and teasing and making you ache with a need to be filled with his thick cock.

“Please, Keiji,” you murmured, laying your hand atop his and nuzzling against his palm. “I want you inside me. Wanted you for so long, please don’t tease.”

He smiled in response, guiding himself to your entrance and you moaned as the head of his cock slipped in and you accidentally clenched around him when you thought of having all of him. A hiss filled your ears and he thrust the rest of the way in, your cunt parting around him like it was made for him.

“Goddammit, you’re so tight,” he cursed, trying to control the temptation to rock his hips. You were trembling underneath him, and he braced himself up on his elbows, resting his forehead against yours. “Need you to squeeze around me again, pretty girl. Please*.”

You earned a gasp when you did, his hips jerking down into you, his pubic bone grinding your clit and you mewled his name.

“K-Keiji, a-ah, that feels so good,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes. Your legs tightened around him, keeping him in place as he rocked into you in short, shallow thrusts. 

“Good girl. You feel so good, kitten. So tight and wet. God.” His voice was low and gravelly, eyes shut tight as he fisted the blankets by your head. He kept up that steady pace, pulling out more and more with each thrust until he was pistoning into you. The wet slap of his hips against yours filled the room, mingling with your moans and cries of his name. Each thrust hit every sweet spot, the curls at the base of his cock tickling your clit, driving you quickly towards your end again. Your nails dug into biceps as your hips rose to meet his, and when he opened his eyes he found you staring at him with open love and lust.

His lips crashed against yours, forcing you to swallow the loud groan that he uttered when he slowed and circled his hips, forcing his cock even deeper into your tight cunt. Your back arched, forcing your chest against his, and his fingers tangled in your hair.

“Need you to cum for me, kitten,” he whispered against your lips, repeating that same circling motion. The way he rubbed your clit and ground into your cervix flung you over the edge with a wail of his name. You squeezed so tight around him that his hips jerked and he found himself cumming, painting your insides white, unable to pull away because your legs were still locked around him. “*Shit, goddammit*.”

He let his head fall to the bed beside you, sliding his arms up until he was pressed flush against you. Breathing shakily, you let your hands roam his back, spreading the sweat that had built up. Your hips were starting to hurt and Akaashi noticed them shaking and sat up, pulling out of you so he could put your legs down.

“Akaashi, I--” you started to say, but he cupped your cheek and covered your lips with his thumb, cutting you off.

“It’s still Keiji, pretty girl. And I think we can talk about this in the bath,” he said, helping you up and off the bed.

After the bath was drawn and you were settled comfortably against his chest, drawing random patterns on his skin, he let you speak.

“What’re we gonna do now, Keiji? We already live together, I guess. Nothing’s going to change, right?” you asked, watching drops of water roll down his skin. He was so warm and you found yourself wanting to fall asleep, you were so comfortable.

His soft fingers were trailing up and down your back, his arm resting on the side of the tub, and he hummed thoughtfully before saying, “Well, I’d like to date you, if that’s acceptable. Otherwise  no, I don’t believe anything will change. Other than I’ll fall in love with you even more, _____.”

The back of your neck grew hot at his words and you hid your face behind your hands, fighting the heat that spread all over. Your heart stuttered and you whined even as your eyes stung. That was all you had wanted over the course of the last several months, and now here he was telling you exactly what you wanted to hear. It was an actual dream come true.

Once you had fought the embarrassment back down you turned to look up at him.

It was a fruitless endeavor because the soft, loving gaze you met made it erupt all over again, and you kissed the smirk right off his pretty lips for it.

“I love you, Keiji,” you whispered against his lips, and smiled when you heard the words breathed back. Settling back down, you resumed your doodling, spelling out different things against his slick skin, and then asked, “The flowers in the picture you sent. What were they and why did you send it and then ignore me?”

He chuckled at the petulant tone, the sound pleasant in your ear where it rested over his heart, before answering.

“Well, you had just sent that video of you in the garden and after watching it, I decided I was going to confess when you got home. The flowers just helped ground me.” Guilt flooded you again as you remembered how you had brushed him off when you walked through the door and, as if he could sense it, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your hair. “It’s alright, princess. I deserved it after ignoring you. I was just scared to tell you because I couldn’t tell you the meanings behind them without giving myself away.

You relaxed in his hold again, tilting your head up to look at him and were floored all over again. You would surely never get tired of the soft adoration in his beautiful eyes and hoped it would never fade. “So, what were they then?”

“Azalea’s for homesickness, because you took my heart with you. Camellia’s for passion, because that’s how strongly I feel about you. Forget-me-nots for love, so you don’t forget. And jasmine because they’re your favorite, and I love you with my whole being.”

The words were whispered into your hair, the only other sound besides the gentle sloshing of water as he had started to rock you back and forth, fingers cupping your neck to hold you too him, and the tears that had burned earlier welled over as you realized how deeply he meant those words and how deeply he had embedded himself into your heart.

There was no doubt in his mind that the tears spilling down his chest were good, not when they were overlaid with kisses everywhere you could manage, and then you stilled, content to just let him hold you after that. No other words were said until the water grew colder and you shivered.

“We should go to bed. It’s already very late,” he murmured, and helped you to stand. His breath hitched as the water cascaded down your body, feeling arousal build all over again. He ignored it as you toweled off and redressed, snagging his shirt up before he could grab it and slipping it over your head. “You are not helping me to keep my hands off you, kitten,” he growled, grabbing you by the hips and guiding you towards his bedroom.

You let him lead you with no resistance besides pausing to wiggle against him and giggling when he sighed in mock exasperation.

“Maybe I’m not trying to,” you said, sauntering towards the bed.

“If that’s the case,” he answered, pinning you to the mattress. Your legs naturally came up to hook over his hips and his shorts slipped down, exposing his already hard cock. “I guess we aren’t ready for bed yet.”

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Umbrella Academy

Season 2, ep 1

Might as well put all my live blogging in one post to avoid the spam.

HERE WE GO!

Ben and Klaus! My babies!

Curse of the Undead in theatres?

1960...

Ben and Klaus together: "Shit". ahahah, yeah, boys, not a good time for either of you.

Allison in 61 and caught on camera.

Curse of the Werewolf in theaters (what is it with all the classic monster flicks?)

"Whites Only". Poor Allison...

Luther. 62. Also caught on camera.

Diego. September 1st, 63.

Only one that lands without getting hurt. Superhero landing dude! Also on camera.

JFK on TV on the mindfront... Parallel with Vanya in s01e01?

Vanya on Oct 12th, 63. Ouch, that landing certainly woke her up.

Kiss of the Vampire in theaters.

Aaaaand she immediately gets hot by a car. Girl can't catch a break.

And here's Five on Nov 25th, 63! In that epic war scene from the promo!

VANYA BEING SUPER BADASS!

KLAUS AND THE GHOSTS! I get the soldier ghosts but who are those lady ghosts?

LUTHER! PROTECTING HIS BROTHER! Confident in his body! Also, he shaved xD

BEN BEING A CORPOREAL BADASS!

ALLISON'S POWERS WENT FROM PERSUASION TO REALITY ALTERATION! BLEW YOUR MINDS! Comic references!!!!

TELEKINETIC DIEGO!!!!

HAZEL AND THE TERMINATOR REFERENCE!

THE MATCHING SUITS!

THE UMBRELLA MUSHROOM CLOUD!

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Awww, Agnes died... But they were together 20 years, that's so sweet...

Ok, first thing about the Swedes- what's up with the clothes? Something is very off there. A couple of them look like they just came from the wild west.

NO!!!!! HAZEL!!!! 😭

Welp, that briefcase is fried.

Ahah, "bulletproof briefcases" would be even heavier, Five, but you are right as always.

And there's the surveillance photographer... Convenient for Five.

Finally a good cup of coffee, apparently. XD

Ooooh, alien conspiracy theorist. This is going to be fun!

Did Five just quote X-Files? 😆

Anal probes 🤣🤣🤣🤣

"Big sensitive one." Ah! Poor Luther...

I like you, Elliot.

Wait a second!!! Diego gets arrested as a "disturbed man"... What did this dumbass do now?

Ah, Diego's face in group therapy with the universal expression for "please don't call me out, please don't call me out, pleased don't call me out. Fuck, you called me out".

"last week you talked about your father and how your childhood felt like an experiment" "it was an experiment" "or did it just feel like an experiment?" "No, it was literally an experiment" why is this exchange so funny?

Poor Diego.

Ah! Luke Skywalker! Yeah, Diego, that IS an excellent reference.

Well, at least the therapist isn't a stereotypical monster.

I already love the Diego-Lila dynamic.

Oh, Diego... Why did you have to mention the JFK assassination? You idiot, this is why you're in a mental institution.

Oh, it was. CALLED IT!

Hero complex. Ah! You have no idea, doc.

That pen is going to come in handy.

Bead bracelets... Awww, you could make some for your siblings, Diego.

Shoe bacon... Ok, Lila is nuts. I love her.

"I'm a lone wolf. I don't run with a pack" AHAHAHAHAHAH, Diego, baby, darling, sweet summer child, you are literally the beta of a 7 person pack, just embrace it.

"you look good in white", good parallel for the "at least I'm wearing black" of the first episode.

Wait... Diego tried to get Lee Harvey Oswald? Oh, you dumb fuck. You're the one that will cause the war, aren't you?

Shaving down the bars? Dude, you have a literal teleporter in front of you???

"so it worked?" Diego... Five literally just said that saving the president would cause a nuclear war and the end of the world. What part of that don't you get, you hero complex dumbass? Your therapist is actually right. How refreshing.

"this is why you don't have any friends" The same applies to you, Five, you dick.

Oohhh, not needles! Poor Diego...

So Sissy's kid's name is Harlan! Is... Is he autistic? Oh, please, please, give us good autistic rep...

Ok, I don't like Sissy's husband 😒

Klaus and Ben!!!!

"ghost bitch" 🤣🤣🤣🤣

What's in San Francisco? Is it the cult?

Wait... Ben is ENCOURAGING Klaus to go back to the cult? And why is he so invested...? Please tell me Ben isn't falling in love in this season too...

Ahahah, loving the little sibling wrestling in the middle of the road. So cute.

Those shoes are no good for walking long distances, Klaus.

Ugh, that beard is really gross, Klaus.

Poker? This will either go really bad or really funny.

Klaus... Don't antagonize the homophobes, please. Then again, please do, it's hilarious.

Bad it is, then.

Ben, that was really mean.

"Nah, I'm good." 😆

"I bet you're loving this." "I'm not hating it." 😆😆😆

Ahahahahah omg, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

My love for Klaus and Ben just skyrocketed. Goofballs. Chaotic sibling energy.

Awww, Raymond is adorable.

"From Earth to the Moon" by Jules Verne? Um... Dude, that was a... Not great choice.

Luther! Dude, you're supposed to have super strength, why are you bleeding?

Guess Luther took Al's advice, huh?

There's the super strength! Fixed fights, dude? Really?

Hm... It's this boxing or kick boxing? Still, those were some smooth moves, Luther.

Why doesn't Allison have a scar?

GO ALLISON! Do not mess with my girl! Kick that racist's ass!

"Men have sides, women have secrets." Nice quote, Sissy.

Oh Vanya... That chemistry!

Poor Diego. Excellent music choice though.

Did Reginald teach Diego escapism? Namely, how to get out of a straightjacket by dislocating his shoulder? Because in season 1 I suspected he taught them how to handle torture too (because of how Klaus resisted Hazel and Cha-Cha). There's a lot of levels of pain in their training, isn't there?

A shotgun? Really? Nothing quieter to infiltrate a locked facility at night?

Lila! She's so much fun!

The music, man, the music! 👌👌👌👌

Lila's got skills! "My mother", yeah, we know mommy dearest 😏

Luther goes from a virgin in s1, to working at a burlesque bar every night in s2. 180°, dude.

WAIT, JACK RUBY? THAT'S LUTHER'S BOSS? The guy that killed Lee Harvey Oswald? The guy involved in the JFK assassination? Oh, I like where this is going!

Five... Flirting with the girls? Ahahah, you are epic, dude. "She's too young for you." 😂

Ah, Five, you and your talent for dramatic speeches...

Ah, Klaus got arrested. of course he did.

Luther doesn't give a shit? Oohhh, that's new.

Ok, for a first ep? FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!

I'm screaming. I need more!!!

I'm speechless, I have no idea what else to say except HOLY SHIT!!!!!

[the-light-of-stars]

Ideas for future choices stories!

Okay, so since TCATF is ending I thought about what other kinds of stories Pixelberry could release and here is what I've got so far! (Long post ahead, sorry 😅) - more fantasy and adventure books! I mean, there's so much they could do! - How about a "real" Sci-Fi story for example ? (I know ES is kind of a Sci Fi story, especially since there'll probably be a lot of space stuff in book two -which I honestly can't wait for! I'd love to see art of whatever planet that black beach from MCs vision was from!) - Or how about historical fiction! I'd love to see something in 19th century London! Or 19th century Paris! Or 19th century Munich! Or 19th century St. Petersburg! Or preferably all four since those were pretty much the centers of art and literature in the 19th century and how awesome would something about a writer and an artist back then be?! - Or maybe something about a scientist! (A but mad science wouldn't hurt!) - And a spy story! I already have an idea for one! - Oh or how about an ES spin off, where an Intelligence Bureau tries to find out what's going on on that island? Because I can't believe that no one ever noticed anything weird about it, if even Jake has heard about those rumors of people going missing and dangerous experiments.... - And oh, a Pirate story, maybe? - And something in revolutionary France! - How about a story set in a different region of the world? - A story set in South America - or Asia - or Africa - or Australia? - Or even one set in Antarctica, maybe about a group of scientists there? - Or some Jules Verne like adventure? (Although ES gets close to this one, again) - And definitely something about Ancient Greece or Rome! Especially since that would be a great opportunity for Pixelberry to put in all kinds of diverse characters, like a lot of people demand, since Ancient Greece and Rome pretty much didn't care about heteronomia at all - I mean, pretty much all of their gods are LGBT.... and then there's that one myth about the girl, who always felt like a boy and therefore dressed and acted like one, fell in love with a beautiful girl and married her. And because a goddess found them adorable and decided to grant the protagonist the wish of being an actual male, so she just kind of transformed the girl into an actual guy, and he and his bride lived happily ever after. I mean, a lot of people wanted a trans character in Choices, so why not like this? Also, more relatable diverse characters from all around the world! And please, PLEASE just one relatable European character, since all of PBs European characters are either nobility or rich and most of the time pretty arrogant. ( if you say Drake is also European and he's neither nobility nor rich, may I say, that I doubt that? Especially since the last chapter. I don't think anyone who isn't American uses the term "sloppy joe" for that kind of food 😅) And of course more male MCs Again, sorry for the long post!

[cassiejade]

This is has been a bit of a weird week for me, I just feel off and don’t really feel like myself. Hopefully, it passes soon but I’m in this weird limbo between tired and restless. How is it even possible to feel like this?

I’m so over winter and ready for spring to get here. I spent some time yesterday looking at flowers to plant in my yard and figuring out what kind of vegetables I would like to grow, I also just want to stop feeling cold all the time, I can’t even enjoy the idea of snuggling up in blankets to read because I’m so tired I fall asleep almost immediately.

WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Sam @ Taking On A World Of Words. Simply answer the following questions:

What did you recently finish reading?

What are you currently reading?

What do you think you’ll read next?

What did you recently finish reading?

Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon

Making good on my Outlander catch up goal, one book down and four to go lol. I enjoyed this well enough but I didn’t get fully into it until Brianna’s storyline really took off.

What If Its Us by Becky Albertalli and Adam Silvera

I have some mixed feelings about this, I loved the beginning, the meet-cute was adorable but the middle section really dragged for me, I felt like not much was happening because the same kind of events was just cycling and that got old.

Journey to the Center of The Earth by Jules Verne

The first classic of the year and it wasn’t bad but I wish there had been more action and dinosaurs. There was just a lot of narration and it was a mix between journal entries and having the narrator tell the story to the reader and it was a weird combo.

What are you currently reading?

The Wicked King by Holly Black

I am currently 77 pages into it and I’m feeling conflicted because I’m not sure what the end goal is therefore what is the point of things, and I think that confusion is stemming off of Jude, it seems like she doesn’t even know what she wants from this. I don’t know, I’m only 77 pages so hopefully, this confusion clears up soon.

What do you think you’ll read next?

I’m not sure, maybe Slayer or Undying, I do know that Ill be starting the Fiery Cross as soon as I get another audible credit.

What have you read recently?

WWW Wednesday 1/30 This is has been a bit of a weird week for me, I just feel off and don't really feel like myself.

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🤓ACCESS TO ANYTHING WE KNOW Whether it's insider knowledge into being a flight attendant or chef, our travel tips, how to's on raising children that adore food, unschooling, worldschooling, we love to interact with our viewers, do shoutouts, take video requests, and  LEARN FROM YOU. You got an idea 💡or tip? Share it!!!

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧👶REAL FAMILY LIFE AND MARRIED LIFE And I mean really real, no makeup, dirty house, raggedy kids, we choose a Vlog because of their ability to connect through real life. Realizing that nobody is perfect lets us all be more of the perfect imperfect we are!!!

🇺🇸🇫🇷LEARN ABOUT ANOTHER CULTURE Whether you're American, French, English, Australian, Chinese, etc. we'll show you what it's like living in the southwestern part of the United States as well as take you along on our trips to France and beyond!!! We're on a couple month countdown to our next trip to Paris and Northwestern France!! And, someday we're hoping to take this show on the road and take you all around the world with us as we discover other cultures take on Food and Family.

👨‍🍳 FOOD, FOOD, AND MORE FOOD People always ask if Alex (Papa Chef) cooks for us on his days off and the answer is YES! We've always got a french guy cooking over here and we created this channel hoping to share his practical cooking tips and techniques! As well as, what I ate today videos, family cooking vlogs, and our best tips for raising healthy eaters that understand how to eat. We're very proud of our 3 little Healthy Eaters who prove "French Kids Eat Everything" and I've learned so much on my own journey from finicky to foodie and want to share how I borrowed french eating habits, combined them with intuitive eating to find a true and lasting peace and joy with all foods.

😍 FUN AND HAPPINESS Sharing the joy that comes from having happy funny kids these ages around and watching them grow and learn with none of the work!

👿WHAT YOU WON'T SEE OUR CHANNEL😈

🤦‍♀️amazing cinematography and sound 🙄 perfection 😵 anything crass or crude 🙉 any rude language 🗣any political agenda

COLLABORATION

🇫🇷We’d love to come FRENCHIFY your channel with a french cooking , language, or lifestyle edutainment collab!! 🇫🇷

For all advertising, business, or collab inquiries please contact: jadorejujuetfifi@gmail.com

------------------------------------------------- S O C I A L  M E D I A

💙Twitter : https://twitter.com/jujuetfifi 💜IG http://instagram.com/frenchchefsfam 💙FB http://facebook.com/frenchchefsfam

Visit our Blog for Food, Family, and Culture

www.frenchchefsfamily.com

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FAQ's ❤

Q: Why the Eiffel Tower? A: Alex worked in the Eiffel Tower Restaurant “Le Jules Verne” on the 2nd floor for 3 years and we have made hundreds of memories in and around the Eiffel Tower.

Q: I thought this was a Flight Attendant Mom Channel? A: It is, kind of. when I (Emily, A Part-Time Flight Attendant for 9.5 years) started vlogging I would show my life as a flight attendant and all the standby travel we do. The response was great and I realized there is a real need for flight attendant vlogs. I love to help flight attendant fulfill their dreams as I think being a flight attendant is the best job ever!

Q: What is your Myers Briggs Type? A: As a lover of all systems of typing and better understanding ourselves and others, I find it particularly interesting to know people's types. So I'd love if you can comment below on yours. And, if you don't know I HIGHLY encourage visiting www.personalityhacker.com and taking their free test and/or listening to their podcast under the same name. I am an ENFP and Enneagram type 7.

Q: What kind of YouTube Channel is French Chefs Family? A: We are a variety channel. Mostly, a daily family vloggers family life channel, flight attendant life channel, and family cooking channel with equal doses of mom life, unschooling, worldschooling, french parenting, cooking videos, lifestyle vlogs, mommy vlogs, day in the life videos, come fly with me videos, grwm videos, at home haircuts, haul videos, and fun family day out adventures! So Let’s Journey together!

Disclaimer: All opinions are our own and are not necessarily the same as our employers.

[jadorejujuetfifi]

I'M IN TROUBLE 😳 KICKING MYSELF | Flight Attendant Life Vlog | Crew Lif...

In, I'M IN TROUBLE, MEETING WITH MY NEW BOSS 😳  Flight Attendant Life Vlog | Crew Life Vlogger, I make a stupid mistake and have to meet with my chief flight attendant for an in person meeting and reprimand.

What you can look forward to when you subscribe to French Chefs Family Vlogs

😆LOADS OF SMILES: A light and uplifting channel that doesn't take itself too seriously.

🤓ACCESS TO ANYTHING WE KNOW Whether it's insider knowledge into being a flight attendant or chef, our travel tips, how to's on raising children that adore food, unschooling, worldschooling, we love to interact with our viewers, do shoutouts, take video requests, and  LEARN FROM YOU. You got an idea 💡or tip? Share it!!!

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧👶REAL FAMILY LIFE AND MARRIED LIFE And I mean really real, no makeup, dirty house, raggedy kids, we choose a Vlog because of their ability to connect through real life. Realizing that nobody is perfect lets us all be more of the perfect imperfect we are!!!

🇺🇸🇫🇷LEARN ABOUT ANOTHER CULTURE Whether you're American, French, English, Australian, Chinese, etc. we'll show you what it's like living in the southwestern part of the United States as well as take you along on our trips to France and beyond!!! We're on a couple month countdown to our next trip to Paris and Northwestern France!! And, someday we're hoping to take this show on the road and take you all around the world with us as we discover other cultures take on Food and Family.

👨‍🍳 FOOD, FOOD, AND MORE FOOD People always ask if Alex (Papa Chef) cooks for us on his days off and the answer is YES! We've always got a french guy cooking over here and we created this channel hoping to share his practical cooking tips and techniques! As well as, what I ate today videos, family cooking vlogs, and our best tips for raising healthy eaters that understand how to eat. We're very proud of our 3 little Healthy Eaters who prove "French Kids Eat Everything" and I've learned so much on my own journey from finicky to foodie and want to share how I borrowed french eating habits, combined them with intuitive eating to find a true and lasting peace and joy with all foods.

😍 FUN AND HAPPINESS Sharing the joy that comes from having happy funny kids these ages around and watching them grow and learn with none of the work!

👿WHAT YOU WON'T SEE OUR CHANNEL😈

🤦‍♀️amazing cinematography and sound 🙄 perfection 😵 anything crass or crude 🙉 any rude language 🗣any political agenda

COLLABORATION

🇫🇷We’d love to come FRENCHIFY your channel with a french cooking , language, or lifestyle edutainment collab!! 🇫🇷

For all advertising, business, or collab inquiries please contact: jadorejujuetfifi@gmail.com

------------------------------------------------- S O C I A L  M E D I A

💙Twitter : https://twitter.com/jujuetfifi 💜IG http://instagram.com/frenchchefsfam 💙FB http://facebook.com/frenchchefsfam

Visit our Blog for Food, Family, and Culture

www.frenchchefsfamily.com

------------------------------------------------------

FAQ's ❤

Q: Why the Eiffel Tower? A: Alex worked in the Eiffel Tower Restaurant “Le Jules Verne” on the 2nd floor for 3 years and we have made hundreds of memories in and around the Eiffel Tower.

Q: I thought this was a Flight Attendant Mom Channel? A: It is, kind of. when I (Emily, A Part-Time Flight Attendant for 9.5 years) started vlogging I would show my life as a flight attendant and all the standby travel we do. The response was great and I realized there is a real need for flight attendant vlogs. I love to help flight attendant fulfill their dreams as I think being a flight attendant is the best job ever!

Q: Do you live in France then? Who is French? A: Alex or Papa Chef is French. He was born and raised in Nantes, France which is northwest France 2 hours west of Paris by train. He attended a prestigious culinary school in Nantes and then worked in several Michelin Rated Restaurants around France. His family and friends are all still there.

Q: What is your Myers Briggs Type? A: As a lover of all systems of typing and better understanding ourselves and others, I find it particularly interesting to know people's types. So I'd love if you can comment below on yours. And, if you don't know I HIGHLY encourage visiting www.personalityhacker.com and taking their free test and/or listening to their podcast.

Q: What kind of YouTube Channel is French Chefs Family? A: We are a variety channel. Mostly, a daily family vloggers family life channel, flight attendant life channel, and family cooking channel with equal doses of mom life, unschooling, worldschooling, french parenting, cooking videos, lifestyle vlogs, mommy vlogs, day in the life videos, come fly with me videos, grwm videos, at home haircuts, haul videos, and fun family day out adventures!

Disclaimer: All opinions are our own and are not necessarily the same as our employers.

#flightattendant #crewlife #travellife #travel #falife #vlogger #vlog #familyvlog #familyvlogger

[jadorejujuetfifi]

UNSCHOOL PRESCHOOL | WHAT WE USE | Preschool Prep Co. | Young Family Dai...

UNSCHOOLING PRESCHOOL | WHAT WE USE | Preschool Prep Co. | Daily Family Vloggers Ep. 97 Unschooling, worldschooling homeschooling, it's hard to know the difference.

What you can look forward to when you subscribe to French Chefs Family Vlogs

😆LOADS OF SMILES: A light and uplifting channel that doesn't take itself too seriously.

🤓ACCESS TO ANYTHING WE KNOW Whether it's insider knowledge into being a flight attendant or chef, our travel tips, how to's on raising children that adore food, unschooling, worldschooling, we love to interact with our viewers, do shoutouts, take video requests, and  LEARN FROM YOU. You got an idea 💡or tip? Share it!!!

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧👶REAL FAMILY LIFE AND MARRIED LIFE And I mean really real, no makeup, dirty house, raggedy kids, we choose a Vlog because of their ability to connect through real life. Realizing that nobody is perfect lets us all be more of the perfect imperfect we are!!!

🇺🇸🇫🇷LEARN ABOUT ANOTHER CULTURE Whether you're American, French, English, Australian, Chinese, etc. we'll show you what it's like living in the southwestern part of the United States as well as take you along on our trips to France and beyond!!! We're on a couple month countdown to our next trip to Paris and Northwestern France!! And, someday we're hoping to take this show on the road and take you all around the world with us as we discover other cultures take on Food and Family.

👨‍🍳 FOOD, FOOD, AND MORE FOOD People always ask if Alex (Papa Chef) cooks for us on his days off and the answer is YES! We've always got a french guy cooking over here and we created this channel hoping to share his practical cooking tips and techniques! As well as, what I ate today videos, family cooking vlogs, and our best tips for raising healthy eaters that understand how to eat. We're very proud of our 3 little Healthy Eaters who prove "French Kids Eat Everything" and I've learned so much on my own journey from finicky to foodie and want to share how I borrowed french eating habits, combined them with intuitive eating to find a true and lasting peace and joy with all foods.

😍 FUN AND HAPPINESS Sharing the joy that comes from having happy funny kids these ages around and watching them grow and learn with none of the work!

👿WHAT YOU WON'T SEE OUR CHANNEL😈

🤦‍♀️amazing cinematography and sound 🙄 perfection 😵 anything crass or crude 🙉 any rude language 🗣any political agenda

COLLABORATION

🇫🇷We’d love to come FRENCHIFY your channel with a french cooking , language, or lifestyle edutainment collab!! 🇫🇷

For all advertising, business, or collab inquiries please contact: jadorejujuetfifi@gmail.com

------------------------------------------------- S O C I A L  M E D I A

💙Twitter : https://twitter.com/jujuetfifi 💜IG http://instagram.com/frenchchefsfam 💙FB http://facebook.com/frenchchefsfam

Visit our Blog for Food, Family, and Culture

www.frenchchefsfamily.com

------------------------------------------------------

FAQ's ❤

Q: Why the Eiffel Tower? A: Alex worked in the Eiffel Tower Restaurant “Le Jules Verne” on the 2nd floor for 3 years and we have made hundreds of memories in and around the Eiffel Tower.

Q: I thought this was a Flight Attendant Mom Channel? A: It is, kind of. when I (Emily, A Part-Time Flight Attendant for 9.5 years) started vlogging I would show my life as a flight attendant and all the standby travel we do. The response was great and I realized there is a real need for flight attendant vlogs. I love to help flight attendant fulfill their dreams as I think being a flight attendant is the best job ever!

Q: Do you live in France then? Who is French? A: Alex or Papa Chef is French. He was born and raised in Nantes, France which is northwest France 2 hours west of Paris by train. He attended a prestigious culinary school in Nantes and then worked in several Michelin Rated Restaurants around France. His family and friends are all still there.

Q: What is your Myers Briggs Type? A: As a lover of all systems of typing and better understanding ourselves and others, I find it particularly interesting to know people's types. So I'd love if you can comment below on yours. And, if you don't know I HIGHLY encourage visiting www.personalityhacker.com and taking their free test and/or listening to their podcast under the same name. I am an ENFP and Enneagram type 7.

Q: What kind of YouTube Channel is French Chefs Family? A: We are a variety channel. Mostly, a daily family vloggers family life channel, flight attendant life channel, and family cooking channel with equal doses of mom life, unschooling, worldschooling, french parenting, cooking videos, lifestyle vlogs, mommy vlogs, day in the life videos, come fly with me videos, grwm videos, at home haircuts, haul videos, and fun family day out adventures! So Let’s Journey together!

[jadorejujuetfifi]

THE REAL LIFE OF A FLIGHT ATTENDANT MOM & SEXY ANNOUNCEMENTS? Commuting ...

In, WTH 😮  VIRGIN AMERICAS SEXY ANNOUNCEMENTS | Commuting Life of a Flight Attendant | Travel Vlog,

What you can look forward to when you subscribe to French Chefs Family Vlogs

😆LOADS OF SMILES: A light and uplifting channel that doesn't take itself too seriously.

🤓ACCESS TO ANYTHING WE KNOW Whether it's insider knowledge into being a flight attendant or chef, our travel tips, how to's on raising children that adore food, unschooling, worldschooling, we love to interact with our viewers, do shoutouts, take video requests, and  LEARN FROM YOU. You got an idea 💡or tip? Share it!!!

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧👶REAL FAMILY LIFE AND MARRIED LIFE And I mean really real, no makeup, dirty house, raggedy kids, we choose a Vlog because of their ability to connect through real life. Realizing that nobody is perfect lets us all be more of the perfect imperfect we are!!!

🇺🇸🇫🇷LEARN ABOUT ANOTHER CULTURE Whether you're American, French, English, Australian, Chinese, etc. we'll show you what it's like living in the southwestern part of the United States as well as take you along on our trips to France and beyond!!! We're on a couple month countdown to our next trip to Paris and Northwestern France!! And, someday we're hoping to take this show on the road and take you all around the world with us as we discover other cultures take on Food and Family.

👨‍🍳 FOOD, FOOD, AND MORE FOOD People always ask if Alex (Papa Chef) cooks for us on his days off and the answer is YES! We've always got a french guy cooking over here and we created this channel hoping to share his practical cooking tips and techniques! As well as, what I ate today videos, family cooking vlogs, and our best tips for raising healthy eaters that understand how to eat. We're very proud of our 3 little Healthy Eaters who prove "French Kids Eat Everything" and I've learned so much on my own journey from finicky to foodie and want to share how I borrowed french eating habits, combined them with intuitive eating to find a true and lasting peace and joy with all foods.

😍 FUN AND HAPPINESS Sharing the joy that comes from having happy funny kids these ages around and watching them grow and learn with none of the work!

👿WHAT YOU WON'T SEE OUR CHANNEL😈

🤦‍♀️amazing cinematography and sound 🙄 perfection 😵 anything crass or crude 🙉 any rude language 🗣any political agenda

COLLABORATION

🇫🇷We’d love to come FRENCHIFY your channel with a french cooking , language, or lifestyle edutainment collab!! 🇫🇷

For all advertising, business, or collab inquiries please contact: jadorejujuetfifi@gmail.com

------------------------------------------------- S O C I A L  M E D I A

💙Twitter : https://twitter.com/jujuetfifi 💜IG http://instagram.com/frenchchefsfam 💙FB http://facebook.com/frenchchefsfam

Visit our Blog for Food, Family, and Culture

www.frenchchefsfamily.com

------------------------------------------------------

FAQ's ❤

Q: Why the Eiffel Tower? A: Alex worked in the Eiffel Tower Restaurant “Le Jules Verne” on the 2nd floor for 3 years and we have made hundreds of memories in and around the Eiffel Tower.

Q: I thought this was a Flight Attendant Mom Channel? A: It is, kind of. when I (Emily, A Part-Time Flight Attendant for 9.5 years) started vlogging I would show my life as a flight attendant and all the standby travel we do. The response was great and I realized there is a real need for flight attendant vlogs. I love to help flight attendant fulfill their dreams as I think being a flight attendant is the best job ever!

Q: Do you live in France then? Who is French? A: Alex or Papa Chef is French. He was born and raised in Nantes, France which is northwest France 2 hours west of Paris by train. He attended a prestigious culinary school in Nantes and then worked in several Michelin Rated Restaurants around France. His family and friends are all still there.

Q: What is your Myers Briggs Type? A: As a lover of all systems of typing and better understanding ourselves and others, I find it particularly interesting to know people's types. So I'd love if you can comment below on yours. And, if you don't know I HIGHLY encourage visiting www.personalityhacker.com and taking their free test and/or listening to their podcast under the same name. I am an ENFP and Enneagram type 7.

Q: What kind of YouTube Channel is French Chefs Family? A: We are a variety channel. Mostly, a daily family vloggers family life channel, flight attendant life channel, and family cooking channel with equal doses of mom life, unschooling, worldschooling, french parenting, cooking videos, lifestyle vlogs, mommy vlogs, day in the life videos, come fly with me videos, grwm videos, at home haircuts, haul videos, and fun family day out adventures! So Let’s Journey together!

Disclaimer: All opinions are our own and are not necessarily the same as our employers.

#flightattendant #flightattendantlife #falife #cabincrew #crewlife #stewardess

[jadorejujuetfifi]

CABIN CREW LIFE VLOG | LONG, HARD, DAY & Flight Attendant Pay, How much ...

In, CREW LIFE VLOG | LONG HARD DAY & Regional Flight Attendant Pay | How much do Flight Attendants Make?, I explain rather tiredly how much I personally make and share my difficult day as an airline stewardess with you. Sometimes the flight attendant struggles are real!

What you can look forward to when you subscribe to French Chefs Family Vlogs

😆LOADS OF SMILES: A light and uplifting channel that doesn't take itself too seriously.

🤓ACCESS TO ANYTHING WE KNOW Whether it's insider knowledge into being a flight attendant or chef, our travel tips, how to's on raising children that adore food, unschooling, worldschooling, we love to interact with our viewers, do shoutouts, take video requests, and  LEARN FROM YOU. You got an idea 💡or tip? Share it!!!

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧👶REAL FAMILY LIFE AND MARRIED LIFE And I mean really real, no makeup, dirty house, raggedy kids, we choose a Vlog because of their ability to connect through real life. Realizing that nobody is perfect lets us all be more of the perfect imperfect we are!!!

🇺🇸🇫🇷LEARN ABOUT ANOTHER CULTURE Whether you're American, French, English, Australian, Chinese, etc. we'll show you what it's like living in the southwestern part of the United States as well as take you along on our trips to France and beyond!!! We're on a couple month countdown to our next trip to Paris and Northwestern France!! And, someday we're hoping to take this show on the road and take you all around the world with us as we discover other cultures take on Food and Family.

👨‍🍳 FOOD, FOOD, AND MORE FOOD People always ask if Alex (Papa Chef) cooks for us on his days off and the answer is YES! We've always got a french guy cooking over here and we created this channel hoping to share his practical cooking tips and techniques! As well as, what I ate today videos, family cooking vlogs, and our best tips for raising healthy eaters that understand how to eat. We're very proud of our 3 little Healthy Eaters who prove "French Kids Eat Everything" and I've learned so much on my own journey from finicky to foodie and want to share how I borrowed french eating habits, combined them with intuitive eating to find a true and lasting peace and joy with all foods.

😍 FUN AND HAPPINESS Sharing the joy that comes from having happy funny kids these ages around and watching them grow and learn with none of the work!

👿WHAT YOU WON'T SEE OUR CHANNEL😈

🤦‍♀️amazing cinematography and sound 🙄 perfection 😵 anything crass or crude 🙉 any rude language 🗣any political agenda

COLLABORATION

🇫🇷We’d love to come FRENCHIFY your channel with a french cooking , language, or lifestyle edutainment collab!! 🇫🇷

For all advertising, business, or collab inquiries please contact: jadorejujuetfifi@gmail.com

------------------------------------------------- S O C I A L  M E D I A

💙Twitter : https://twitter.com/jujuetfifi 💜IG http://instagram.com/frenchchefsfam 💙FB http://facebook.com/frenchchefsfam

Visit our Blog for Food, Family, and Culture

www.frenchchefsfamily.com

------------------------------------------------------

FAQ's ❤

Q: Why the Eiffel Tower? A: Alex worked in the Eiffel Tower Restaurant “Le Jules Verne” on the 2nd floor for 3 years and we have made hundreds of memories in and around the Eiffel Tower.

Q: I thought this was a Flight Attendant Mom Channel? A: It is, kind of. when I (Emily, A Part-Time Flight Attendant for 9.5 years) started vlogging I would show my life as a flight attendant and all the standby travel we do. The response was great and I realized there is a real need for flight attendant vlogs. I love to help flight attendant fulfill their dreams as I think being a flight attendant is the best job ever!

Q: Do you live in France then? Who is French? A: Alex or Papa Chef is French. He was born and raised in Nantes, France which is northwest France 2 hours west of Paris by train. He attended a prestigious culinary school in Nantes and then worked in several Michelin Rated Restaurants around France.

Q: What is your Myers Briggs Type? A: As a lover of all systems of typing and better understanding ourselves and others, I find it particularly interesting to know people's types. So I'd love if you can comment below on yours. And, if you don't know I HIGHLY encourage visiting www.personalityhacker.com and taking their free test and/or listening to their podcast under the same name. I am an ENFP and Enneagram type 7.

Q: What kind of YouTube Channel is French Chefs Family? A: We are a variety channel. Mostly, a daily family vloggers family life channel, flight attendant life channel, and family cooking channel with equal doses of mom life, unschooling, worldschooling, french parenting, cooking videos, lifestyle vlogs, mommy vlogs, day in the life videos, come fly with me videos, grwm videos, at home haircuts, haul videos, and fun family day out adventures!

#flightattendantlife #flightattendant #sfo #vlogger #dailyvlog