#i love being flirty at dinosaur parties???

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Top AMVs of 2024 - 30 - 21

A more in-depth breakdown of what I am doing can be found here, but if you just want to get to the main entries then:

30. Cuff It by uv catastrophe (fray-adjacent)

Audio: Cuff It by Beyoncé

Visuals: Reunion: The Sound of the Providence

There are two words that best sum up this vid: fun and flirty. The source material seems concerned with a grand adventure of some kind, but this vid is more focused on the journey and small bits in between the action set-pieces.

Each member of the trio gets loving focus for a verse. Lots of attention is given to hitting all the sexual innuendos of the song, with my fave moment being the intense close ups of a hand tracing the outlines of a wall for a more innocent type of opening. The editing is similarly loose and relaxed while keeping the pacing engaging and energized. This is one of my favorite types of tribute because it is so easy just to see what individual moments and expressions the editor themselves loves. By the end, I was just as charmed with this polycule as I expect the fans are.

29. Pink Friday by FallChild42

Audio: Friday Night from The Yakuza 0 Soundtrack

Visuals: Revolutionary Girl Utena

I participated in an MMV exchange this summer, and there were so many cool and creative vids made for it, so beware this is just the first off the list. I know FallChild42/Dr. Dinosaur for his comedy vids and only heard a few stray comments about what he had planned for his giftee, so I didn’t know what to expect. But it certainly wasn’t for him to go all out for a motions graphics lyric video.

Utena and Yakuza are two series I love, but I never thought to cross them like this until he pulled it off. Suddenly I was like, “yes Utena deserves all the fun friday night parties, yes please.” The editing is both professional and slick, yet expressive and charming (especially with her little dance). A lot of the fun from exchanges is watching friends go the extra mile for each other. With such impressive tech work and clear joy and affection for his frequent collaborator/friend Ileia, it is difficult to walk away form this vid without a smile.

28. Bonnie & Clara by Camichan19

Audio: Runaway by Against the Current

Visuals: Princess Jellyfish

I came up in amv fandom from the side focused on making their paper dolls kiss (regardless if they interacted in canon or not), so I a sucker for just a good romance amv that knows what it is doing. And what do you know, Camichan19 is an expert in exactly that.

Pacing is one of those rarely spoken about, pretty vague elements of editing. You can use a metronome file or the waveform but when it comes down to choosing when and where to cut, especially on a scene by scene level, there’s only so much guidance anyone can give. Yet Camichan19 always seems like she knows exact the perfect place to make the cleanest cuts. Her smart and subtle scene selection in this vid specifically shines in how she is able to use Princess Jellyfish’s comedic moments for actually romantic development. This vid doesn’t make me laugh out loud, but it does make me smile in how it show that even these goofy slapstick moments do build something real and important between our two leads.

27. Transcend-Dandy Cha Cha Cha by Aqua Sky Productions

Audio: Transcendental Cha Cha Cha by Tom Cardy

Visuals: Space Dandy

Tom Cardy has been supplying a good portion of the amv community’s comedy audio for the past few years now. Honestly, you could make a panel purely of Tom Cardy amvs, and a part of me is worried the bubble is gonna burst before I can get my own ideas out. When his new album dropped with its own animated music video for this song, a part of me imagined it was some sort of challenge on his part to see how a inter-dimension dance party could get reinterpreted as anything else. But Aqua Sky Productions rose up to that challenge and knocked it out of the park. Of all the lyric sync I expected in this vid, I was not expecting the “french dandy” line to get something.

But most of all, I admire she was able to capture the over-the-top party attitude without simply recreating the original mv. In contrast to its existential horror, Aqua has most of the characters role with the punches as long as they have a place to rave. It’s more tongue-in-cheek in comparison to most dance vids, but the more lowkey humor makes it a fun party anyone feels like they could join.

26. MEDUSA by JAKEH (CW: Sexual Assault)

Audio: Follow You Into the Dark from Alan Wake II Soundtrack

Visuals: Heavenly Delusion + Multisource

I say this not to disparage any of the many dedicated coordinators we have in our community, but I feel like we’re still in the figuring out stage of grappling with amvs focused on more heavy and sensitive topics. Considering the public nature of much of the con circuit it is understandable to limit showings to all ages material, and I understand staff that does not feel equipped or does not want to engage with such topics for personal reasons. Still even in NFSW spaces, sexual assault tends to be the one line drawn (probably because going from horny hentai shenanigans to that and back is a hell of a tone whiplash). I like to emphasize that the con circuit is not the end all be all of amvs, and several people involved in the space (including myself) have taken the time to tackle the subject. However, it feels like many vids that want to seriously grapple with it are forced to live in the dark.

All this to say, if you care about grounded depictions of sexual violence, then MEDUSA is one of the best amvs tackling the subject around. Where it shines is not just communicating the literal events, but representing the feelings of our protagonist. After the drop we get gorgeous composition and composition filled with rage, grief, and profound bodily alienation. I don’t believe the most sensitive depictions are the ones that are the least explicit like some folks, but there is a lot more power and creative control for JAKEH by going this abstract route in a visual medium like amvs.

The ending itself also really gets at the reality of the subject for most victims. While our protagonist does get relief and release in the comfort and support of their loved one, there is also the harsh reality of having to live with the knowledge their assailant is likely simply living their life without any comparable consequences. It’s a harsh truth too many survivors have to face, but in the end, it is this vid’s unflinching stare head on at the subject that gives its dignity and weight.

25. Welcome to the Glam Dungeon🔥👄 by Abyssbreaking Studios

Audio: The Glam Kitchen 🔥👄 Sopita de coditos by Shiadanni

Visuals: Dungeon Meshi

Who’s hungry for a bite? This amv is not my first encounter with the glam kitchen, but I was nervous about the audio would translate for a vid, as most of the humor comes from the delivery of a dramatic Mexican diva.

The solution, make the delivery of the audio through the text part of the joke. While Kia doesn’t skimp out on adding jokes in through Marcille’s funniest moments, her subtitles are the star of the show. There legible and easy to read while having plenty of cute and charming flourishes (my fave is the custom Falin emoji). Overall it recreates the fun of many viral cooking videos, basking in the vibes and energy as the real work goes on in the background, in a way I didn’t imagine possible in the form of an amv. Kia’s enthusiasm and energy overall cooks up a tasty treat for us viewers.

24. a heart’s a heavy burden by Biotic

Audio: Medusa by Kailee Morgue

Visuals: Fruits Basket 2019

Rin is one of my faves of Fruits Basket and I’ve adored this particular song for years. The only way a vid with this combo could be more up my alley is if a creative editor like the BioticAMVS was the one to edit with it. Really no matter what source she works with, Biotic always adds her own unique compositions and visual flair to create amvs with very particular singular visions.

And as a fan of the sources, I really love the extra meaning created here. It is telling that the positive memories are layered in a mosaic-like haze, once good ones are shattered, broken, and ruined while the only thing Rin sees clearly is her own pain. Casting Tohru as “Medusa,” the figure that turns her to stone, is such an interesting choice that demonstrates just how much what it is that paralyzes her is something internal as much as her external circumstances. It is a nice treat for fans, but wrapped up in tight sync that can be enjoyed by anyone.

23. Curtain Call - by BanjoKazooie64Fan (James Blond)

Audio: When the Curtain Falls by Tessa Violet

Visuals: Perfect Blue

Perfect Blue is one of those intensely iconic pieces of art the imagery takes a life of its own. But rather than focus on stalkers and doppelgangers, James took the time to focus in on Perfect Blue lady’s quiet loneliness.

It is a unique and creative take on the source, as most Perfect Blue amvs aren’t all that character focused, (and even after watching the movie less than 3 years ago, she is still “Perfect Blue lady” in my head) but it is one that works wonders. By cutting out most of the thriller elements, it really emphasizes how even before the bodies started piling up, this was a young vulnerable woman getting eaten up by the industry with seemingly no support system at all. The scene of her fantasizing about talking with friends over near silence at 0:56 is so powerful in its dissonance, emphasizing how it really is a fantasy since it “breaks” most amv rules. I also like the cut of her staring blankly in the middle of directing the night club scene at 1:56. There is this running theme of almost watching life happen to other people around her, pulling so much depth and emotion I am not used to feeling about a character at all.

22. Retro Never Ends by Roseclipse AMV (Ophelia)

Audio: World on Wheels by Duckwrth

Visuals: Yu Yu Hakusho

Last year, a studio by the name AMV Clamp (since then renamed Roseclipse AMV) came on to the scene with killer taste in anime and a strong editing voice/style. They were my rookies of the year for 2023, with Ophelia being a particular prevalent member. I loved her mmv work last year, so when she participated in the summer mmv exchange I mentioned earlier, I was excited to see what she would pull together.

With its bright color palette and paper edge borders, Retro Never Ends oozes style. For a medium where ever inch of movement is costing you loads of time and effort, the vid is so energetic, lively, and slick. There are so many great standout motions, such as the flying animation at 0:31 and the Botan mask at 0:47, but a more subtle element I admire is how Ophelia is not afraid to play with the aspect ratio. At moments like 0:16 and 0:42, you can clear see the edges of the original manga panels. But the brisk pace and smart scene composition turns the negative space from a distraction and into another nice visual flourish. Frankly when it comes to amount of polished tech work per a frame, this vid might get you some of the best bang for your buck on this list.

21. First Measure by Xophilarus

Audio: Magik Mike - Shake If Off but Taylor Swift stays up WAY too late (Shake Off Those Notes), Shittyflute - Love Story, Tom Wallace's arrangement of Shake It Off.

Visuals: Hibike Euphorium

I don’t know when “Shake It Off” became the default Taylor Swift meme song, but I’ll never get tired of “nothing in my brain,” as a punchline. Xophilarus’ commitment to the bit here is to be admired. They are dedicated to syncing every off note, using ever zoom, speed ramp, or flourish to accentuate some truly awful musical moments.

And while for some folks, two and a half minutes of that might be more grating than entertaining, what really ties it together for me is the underlining story-line of these kids trying to put on a half decent performance. I’m not used to getting emotionally invested in comedy amvs, but it is funnier and more compelling to highlight these smiling cheerful faces thinking they absolutely nailed it while the crowd looks on in horror. While their eventual triumph is still tongue in cheek, I genuinely felt proud of them.

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Thank you guys, for your encouragement 😌 and thank you so much @today-in-fic for getting this wee fic out there :)

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 19 - Enjoy The Good Times While They Last

[ DS ]

On the morning after the party, I’m awoken by the tickle of sunlight on my face and a chilly ocean breeze through the partly open doors. I keep my eyes closed and stretch languidly, the memories from last night putting a smile on my face. What a night! This morning, I feel lighter than air, high on endorphins and him. The one whose touch lights my skin on fire. The one whose presence makes me stumble over my words. The one whose smile has a blush creeping up my cheeks. The one whose voice sends a tingle up my spine right into my brain, the neurons misfiring. The one in whose arms I felt so safe, so protected. The one who makes cleaning up a dirty kitchen seem like the most enjoyable activity on the planet.

I’ll keep my eyes closed for only a minute longer, blocking out the reality I know will come rushing back in when I open them. The past. The hurt. The scary. But for now, for a few moments, none of it matters and I let myself fall for him, in the darkness behind my closed eyes and the cozy confines of my bedsheets.

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[ In the kitchen of the beach house ]

“Operation: Bullwinkle is going really well, don’t you think?” Sarah looks immensely pleased with herself, stretching out her arms over her head.

“Who would’ve guessed that it would be the little Moose who’s our very best wingman, getting her out on the dancefloor where she could be whisked away by his dad! And then gets her to stay way past the duration of the party. The look on Moose’s face when he saw them, I wish I could’ve snapped a picture!” Holly sighs at the memory.

“Okay next up, Halloween. What are we goi-“ Alex is interrupted by a sharp “Shh, Squirrel!” from Sarah and they turn their heads in unison towards their friend coming downstairs to join them for breakfast.

“Wow, look who’s walking on sunshine!”

They haven’t seen a smile so big on their friend’s face for far too long now and once she sits down, Sarah starts the questioning.

“So Smiley Miley, care to tell us what happened last night?” Dana only smirks around a bite of her bagel.

“No.”

“Oh come on, D, don’t make me beg! I’m dying to know what happened between you waking up alone with the handsome stranger and sneaking into the house in the middle of the night!”

“It was a good night, that’s all I’m going to say.”

Sarah gasps. “Did you sleep with him??”

“What? No!”

“Then why in the world are you being so secretive about it?”

Their friend rests her chin in her hand with a dreamy smile on her face. “I love you guys but I don’t want you to dissect it to what it all means and taint my memory. I just want to remember how it was. I want to remember how it all was!”

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[ FM ]

The morning after the party, Sam and I gather around the kitchen table for breakfast. Felix is still fast asleep so it gives my sister and I some alone time to recap the events of the previous evening. Sam never beats around the bush and gets right to the point.

“Bro, I really like that girl of yours.” I smile wistfully at that and touch my hand to my cheek;  I really do too. “The way you guys looked on the dance floor was breathtaking, let me tell you. It’s a pretty perfect match, don’t you think?”

“Sam, I feel like I’ve looked for someone like her for all my life. She makes me so nervous, I stumble over my words and say and do stupid shit, I called her Snoozy for crying out loud.” Sam laughs at my pained expression and pats my arm.

“You really don’t know your head from your ass when you’re in love, do you?. So, what happened afterwards? Did you talk to her again? Did you ask her out like I told you to?” She looks at me imploringly on her last statement.

“Yes and no. Yes we did talk, she fell asleep with Felix on the couch reading about butterflies and when she woke up, we cleaned up the kitchen together.” A reproachful look from my sister.

“You made her clean up the kitchen with you? Are you insane?”

“Hey, she insisted! And I didn’t want her to go just yet. We had such a good time, laughing and bantering back and forth, flirty stuff. And then, there was a moment…” Sam gasps.

“There was a moment?”

“Yeah… the perfect moment where we just stared at each other and I wanted to kiss her so bad, Sam, but…”

“Oh God there’s a but…”

“But then Felix came downstairs for a glass of water and the moment was gone.” She groans in frustration.

“I love that kid but damn he’s got bad timing!”

“I’ll say. So then I walked her to the door and I was so dazed from that almost-kiss, I couldn’t think of anything to say to make her stay. So no, I didn’t ask her out. She kissed my cheek before she left and that almost made me keel over…”

“I gotta say, bro, I’ve never seen you talk about anyone like that before and I’m really happy for you! Now, ask her out damn it!”

“If I can string two coherent words together the next time I see her, I’ll try!”

My sister nods and at that moment, Felix comes padding down the stairs in his dinosaur pajamas, rubbing his eyes. He crawls into Sam’s lap, stealing a piece of her waffle.

“Good morning, handsome! Did you have a good time yesterday?”

“Yeah auntie Sam, I did, it was awesome! Did you see how I danced?”

“I did, you did pretty well!” At that, he grins widely. “Too bad your dad cut in, huh? Did you watch them dance, too? It was pretty amazing, I think��

“Meh… it was okay, at least you didn’t step on her toes, dad! Did you see all the gifts people got us? Can we go open them now?”

“Breakfast first, gifts later, son!”

We clear the table before heading to the living room where we put the gifts yesterday, opening them one after another, Felix beside himself with glee.

One of the last gift bags is the one from the four teachers and I’ve been wondering all night what they got us. Felix pulls out both presents, handing the one with a neatly written “Fox” over to me. There’s a card for both of us as well and in a loopy handwriting, it reads:

Felix,

We know how much you enjoy reading, so we hope you’ll enjoy your gift and we’re looking forward to all the interesting thing’s you’ll be able to tell us at recess soon!

A big hug and a very happy birthday

Miss Scully, Miss Anderson, Miss Spencer and Miss Carter

“I know what’s in there!,” Felix exclaims and rips the paper off to reveal the very heavy “Oxford History of Ancient Egypt”. He gasps excitedly, gripping the book tight. “Oh my God, I love it! I’m gonna go read it right now so I know all the facts on Monday!”

I open my own card with shaky hands, very aware of Sam’s eyes on me. In the same loopy script, this one says:

Mr. Mulder,

As a fellow magician’s son, it is absolutely essential for Felix to hear the amazing stories of the greatest wizard of our times. It makes a wonderful good-night story and we hope you and your son will enjoy it as much as we did!

Happiest of birthdays

Dana, Sarah, Holly and Alexandra

My finger traces the twists and turns of the D in her signature thoughtfully and with a smile I imagine her sitting at her desk, writing our cards, a scowl of concentration on her face. Sam interrupts my daydreaming: “So?  What is it? Open it!”

I oblige and pull out an elaborately designed copy of “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone”. It’s the collector’s edition with beautiful pictures almost on every page.

It’s the perfect gift. Because it’s from her. For me.

[ravenadottir]

do you have any hcs on what type of drunk the islanders are?

cannot, for the life of me, find my old answer on this.

but it’s a good thing, ‘cause it was probably too short, and i do have some thoughts and scenarios on this one! this is gonna become a whole book :/ i might also include their favorites, or what i think it’s their favorites.

bobby.

he doesn’t know how to stay still when the alcohol goes in! bobby is the type to be dancing, singing along, singing with no music, pumping other people to join him whenever he’s feeling joyful! even when he’s in a certain mood that isn’t celebratory, he’d still be finding a way to not bum everybody out with his problems. he’s just the kind of guy to try and forget his problems while having a glass in hand! “mate!” he points to gary, noah, rahim, henrik. “i - love - you! no, seriously!” he takes a seat on their lap, hugging them as he continues. “i - love you, mate! you’re the best a man can ask! i - love - you!” colorful cocktails like “sex on the beach” and daiquiris. bobbyfish is only fun to him if he’s the one making it.

carl.

forever the quiet drunk, in a corner, reminiscing on every bad decision he’s ever made. nothing makes carl pensive and regretful like alcohol. he always refuses to drink in public because “i’m the worst drunk you can have at your party.” he doesn’t interact or talk before the sixth drink, and when he does, prepare yourself for a battle of two carl’s. “bummer” x “i want to rage, but the pain of being alive is too much for me right now”. definitely wants to be designated driver at all times. prefers to drink alone, at home, when everything is going wrong. bitter drinks like the “negroni” or “manhattan”.

chelsea.

the - life - of - the - party! always! chelsea never lets her outside problems get in the way of a good time and it shows! she’s here to party, to dance, to let everyone know how fun and good friends they are. you’ll never see this girl on the corner. it’s middle of the dancefloor or no dice in her case. she also gets extra flirty with everyone else, without any intentions of hooking up with anyone. “you are looking like the whole damn roast dinner in that dress, babes!” GIN!! and everything you can make with it.

gary.

pirate drunk. do you hear me? pirate drunk. draping his arm on his mates’, or girl’s, shoulder and singing along to whatever in on the background. slow speech and often stuttering his loving and caring words. “buz ya know whet may? i... focken luv ya! i zoo! because... en her mee ou-t. you, may, a - thu - bessss!” it’s love and confusing speeches all around, followed by raising his pint to pay for another round, again. gary drunk is also the type to tell you secrets you definitely didn’t need to know. picture the things he could tell you about from when he was a teenager, before he started working out, and no, i don’t mean painful and deep stuff. i mean the weird phases of discovery. he’s absolutely graphic when talking about those and i’m not here for it, garebear. beer! beer! cheeky v is for the start, then he stays on the beer for good.

henrik.

the happiest pup you’ll ever see at a bar. henrik is extra affectionate after a few shots, and incredibly in touch with his emotions, them being positive or not. one thing i often picture him doing is just going for the kill if he needed some courage for it. whether is a girl or a boy, he’s gonna walk towards them, offer them a drink and let them know how he feels. it’s all about the positive and the horniness. if there’s a possibility of a “bathroom in the club” even better! he doesn’t waste time on talking and if he’s really into you, he’ll let you know. other than that, he’s on the booth, watching the others dance, putting his hair on a bun, because when he decides it’s time for some moves on the dancefloor, no one can hold him back. he’ll grind, twerk, take off his shirt, pull people to dance with, you name it! sweet cocktails like the ones involving wine. anything that has red wine in it, it’s probably his favorite.

hope.

gracefully having her drink in peace, trying her best to keep her composure at all times. i do reckon she’s the kind of person that when drinks has the confusing thoughts and doesn’t get her whole sentences out, but in her head she’s not aware that’s happening. not that she drinks a lot, i don’t think she does that on a night out, or party in a friend’s house, but i can definitely see her being confused when someone laughs of the way she’s speaking, because they can’t understand it. “hope, you’re drunk...” “naah, i’m foine, i only had like...” keeps trying to do the math but can’t, resulting in teasing about how much she had that night. flavored vodka cocktails with a spite of vanilla beans in them.

ibrahim.

i like how shy and closed off he is but just how much he enjoys himself while drunk. he doesn’t necessarily change as much while in that state. he knows he doesn’t need much to have a good time and it shows when he gets to that “carry me home” self. ibrahim’s favorite thing is to dance with his partner and his friends. he lets the spotlight to whoever wants to grab it, but you can be damn sure, out of nowhere, you’ll see him attempting another worm, or his usual twerking. he’s not doing for the show, he’s doing because he can’t stop laughing after and honestly? i love it! he keeps his voice to a lower tone and often gets a little dizzy while getting up. it’s part of the reason noah and bobby tease him, but he doesn’t mind and laughs along. definitely the ones that contain citric fruits, like oranges or limes, lemons and grapefruit. i often picture him drinking a “paloma”. also, drinks that have some pepper might be on his list.

kassam.

this is probably the only time you’ll see kassam smiling for no reason. usually he reserves those for special occasions, such as really goos jokes, some snarky comment about someone who he hates or when you try to make him laugh, failing miserably. but drunk kassam has an easy smile and entertained facade you would think to be fake. do not be mistaken, he’s not. he just can’t control himself while under the influence of alcohol, and i think the part he enjoys the most is to see you having fun while trying to convince him to hit the floor to dance. “you know... that’s not gonna happen. because if it does, i’m gonna humiliate you with my...” he does a snake with his arms “... moves.” he gets funnier and looser, wanting to make you smile at all costs, even if that means he does and says ridiculous things like the worm arms. energy drinks+whiskey combos. he just likes that flavor and it hits the spot pretty fast.

lottie.

there’s only two lottie’s when she gets the alcohol going: depressive/pensive or goddess of dancing. no in between. lottie will forever be a wild card and that’s part of the reason why people invite her in the first place. she’ll be questioning life and her existence when bummed out, or dance and get every chin dropping when she’s being herself. drunk lottie might pull you in a bathroom stall and go to town on you. it’s confidence and “let’s skip this one, i have something to show you.” winks discreetly. plus, she’s always that kind of girl that pulls off the “bobbing/swaying side to side” move, even thought it’s the most boring in the book. she looks good and she knows it. as for talking/confessing, forget it. she’s not one to open up while drunk. lottie is probably the least selective when it comes to choosing alcohol. colorful, sweet, spicy, bitter, you name it.

lucas.

it’s always time for confident lucas to show up, and his drunk persona wouldn’t be different. the thing he loves the most is definitely showing his moves by taking your hand and making the two of you the center of attention. something he can’t hold back is his horniness. that’s something he had in common with lottie and henrik. but instead of a bathroom stall it might be the car you came in, or a nearby hotel. he’s not exactly the type to just at it on any corner, and even drunk, he has some fear of germs. also, he might be extra flashy when dancing, on the brink of looking like that’s his stage and he’s the star. i’m sure people agree, given he’ll probably dance with more than one person at the same time, giving the audience some threesome ideas. that’s the whole point: too look hot while making everyone else wish they were his dancing partners. think of grinding on the floor, grabbing thighs and dipping a girl. or a boy, if you ask me. combos of whiskey and energy drinks.

marisol.

drunk marisol, to me, it’s the funniest. she’ll become extra analytical of the social interactions happening at the bar/club/party. every conversation will get fully analyzed before she can take the next sip. of course there’s lots more to her drunk persona, but that’s how it starts. i believe it takes her four drinks to start dancing, five to make her take her glasses off and throw them somewhere, and six to make her dance on a table. i don’t believe she has much time to drink and have fun, so that makes her much less resistant to alcohol. three drinks are enough to make her stop being marisol and become “marisol, the life of the party”. it can get ugly once she gets more drinks in her, and you can expect dinosaur noises from the other side of the bathroom stall. that’s why she avoids that feared seventh drink and gets lots of water between shots. “espanhola” and colorful cocktails.

noah.

he’s probaly the least active on a night out, but the most surprising if he feels like it. usually he stays put, having his drink in place, watching everyone dancing and goofing around with each other. not participating it’s his default, he would rather watch everyone else’s personas coming out. “come on, book boy! you’re not gonna stay in your seat all night!” “nah, i’m good. for now.” he’ll hold his twerking self in until he has the urge of taking the dancefloor. very talkative while drunk, often discussing things he’d recently discovered and can’t wait another second to share them. of course he might get them wrong, given he can take lots of alcohol but no notice when his speech becomes gibberish. definitely enjoys lemon-y drinks with vodka and other “clear” alcohol types.

priya.

oh my god, don’t shoot the messenger, but priya is the type to do some crazy stuff while drunk and blame the booze on the next day. being fully conscious and aware of her actions but saying “oh my god, i can’t believe i did that, i’m so sorry.” for whatever it is. usually she’s fun and loose when there’s alcohol involved, and by loose i mean wanting to dance her ass off. this might be the time she challenges people to lip sync battles or dances, which to most is funny, but she gets very competitive about them, to the point of betting on things like the bar tab. definitely enjoys the white wine and its variations, and often experiments with flavored vodka, like peach and vanilla.

[mediocre--writing]

The Only Aussie I’d Fuck

Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Luke’s girlfriend, Y/n, is a famous actress she’s been begging him to watch her show and he’s finally caving, watching with his band mates, but how will Luke feel at her and her co-star’s on-screen relationship?

Warnings: Despite the title, this isn’t smut, a few mentions of making out but no smut. 

All the boys sat crowded around the television as the screen was being switched from Cable to a streaming service.

It was unlikely that the boys would just sit around a TV when they weren’t touring, since they usually wanted to do things they weren’t allowed to on tour, like spend time with loved ones or, the least likely thing they would actually get to do on tour, have a good night's sleep. But this was a special occasion, Luke’s girlfriend, Y/n, had been practically begging him to watch her show for the past few months, and he wasn't ignoring his girlfriend, he just never really had the time to. 

She had wanted to watch it with him, something that she had expressed multiple times to him on the phone, but she was busy filming the next season of the show somewhere in the mid-western US, Nebraska, he thinks. It was some sort of horror/comedy/teen coming of age thing that she never really explained other than she was in it and alluded to him a time or two. 

Luke was immensely proud of her and all that she had accomplished, when they met in 2014, he never thought that they’d both become who they were today and they never imagined the relationship that grew between them, especially a healthy relationship, given their current occupations that set certain restrictions on their capabilities on getting together in person. 

They fit together well, where he was introverted to an extent, she would push him out of his comfort zone, and vice-versa depending on the situation. They both understood each other on different levels, they both had a really creative and artistic side, yet they also enjoyed the quiet peace of being home just laying in the quiet; sans Petunia’s toenails tapping on the hardwood floors as she roamed about the house aimlessly. 

All the boys settled in to watch, given they were all close to Y/n as well, for she had gone on the american leg of the Sounds Live, Feels Live and Meet You There tours with them and bonded with the boys, gaining three more friends, real friends, not some snobby stuck up bitches that she worked with regularly. These were normal, down to earth boys who understood more than money and fame and could take a joke. 

Luke snapped a picture of the screen and the boys and their load of snacks and sent it to Y/n, proof that he was actually, finally, watching it, something she’d been begging him to do for far too long. 

As the show loaded and began to play, Michael nudged Luke’s shoulder a few times as Y/n’s face came into view, showing her sitting in a classroom gnawing on the eraser part of her pencil. 

“Look at our girl” Ashton said as they all watched the screen with more attention than they ever gave at a business meeting.

The show was set in a private-school like setting, all the kids wearing white and navy blue uniforms. The whole scene had a white noise, disturbed only by the slamming of a book, which made Y/n’s head shoot up to look at the teacher. She had a kind of glare to her eyes as she stared at the older man, who looked very displeased at her attention focused on her daydreams rather than school. 

“Ms. Carter, what was I talking about a moment ago?” 

“Dinosaurs!” She said with confidence. 

“This is a calculus class, Ms. Carter, detention,” 

“Aye, Aye captain,” She saluted him, causing him to shoot her another glare as she smirked and high fived a few people around her. 

The scene changed as she was now walking through the hallways, towards a crowd around the bathrooms, “What’s up, Maggie, we watching people piss or something?” 

A girl, who Luke distantly remembers Y/n complaining about at some point, begins to speak, “There’s a new hot guy in the bathroom and some girl said that he’s from a different country.” 

“We live in fucking Nebraska, who the hell would move here? People move away from here, not to here.” 

“Just wait, I swear he had a weird voice!” Another girl said from the group. 

“Was it anything like yours? Because if so we may need to fumigate the place” Y/n snapped at her. “What’s his name? Or do you know nothing other than his ‘weird voice?’” 

After her statement, the boy came out to see the small group of seven-ish girls standing near the boys bathroom. 

“Hey you! What’s your deal?” Maggie yelled at the boy.

He turned, showing his TV-perfect face scrunched in confusion, “What'd ya mean?” 

“Where you from, why are you here, what's your deal?” Maggie spat at the poor boy who was blushing redder than a firetruck. 

“I’m Oliver Hunnington and I’m from Sydney, my dad got a job somewhere here and so I’m here too.” He shrugged, looking far too uncomfortable with the situation

“Sydney like as in Australia?” Maggie asked with a raised eyebrow, to which he nodded and ducked his head in embarrassment at the herd of girls staring at him like raw meat. 

Y/n’s character stepped up with a hand held out to him, “I’m Savannah Carter, and you look like you’re about to shit your pants so do you need help finding your classes or are you just generally terrified of women?” 

The boys chuckled at the statement, thinking of how Y/n had said something similar to Luke the first time they met, the boy was blushing so bad he looked ready to pass out.

“Little bit of both, not gonna lie,” He chuckled, to which she grabbed his hand, looked him in the eyes with a smirk, and led him down the hallway, the girls hooting after them, Y/n turning to playfully glare at them.

The first episode just established the basic plot, it ending with a threatening scene of some gloved hands cleaning a bloody hammer as screaming is heard in the background, the end credits rolling as the next episode begins to load. 

The show was good, it wasn’t like the cringy ones that have creepy staring contests that were meant to be intimate, and the comedy wasn’t forced, it was just generally sarcastic, and it was actually enticing to watch, not just another boring Riverdale-type knockoff. 

Y/n’s character had made a few flirty remarks at Oliver, mostly jokes about eating him alive if he’d let her and asking him if he’d ever done...things with girls, which were awkward scenes but funny nonetheless.

She had teasingly trailed her fingers down his neck and shoulders a few times. There have been a few make-out scenes between her and a few other characters, most of them being guys though there was a point when she kissed Maggie, but those scenes only caused mild discomfort for the boys, three of which had been eyewitnesses to her and Luke’s make-out sessions every once and awhile. 

Her character was so different from the Y/n they knew, Y/n was kind and soft and would bake them cookies when she felt like it and she would never force anyone to do anything. Her character, Savannah, however, was sexual and not at all the socially anxious Y/n they all knew too well, Savannah had an air about her that couldn’t be ignored and practically begged for attention. 

They were on the seventh episode, they were gonna end on the fifth but they got intrigued by the plot and decided “just one more” which was really just an excuse, though they knew none of them wanted to actually stop the next episode from playing. 

The show is all about a person who is going around and hurting people, but never killing them, just slow torture, but you don’t know who they are and nobody can figure it out, and one of the characters involved with the main characters in the first episode was attacked by the masked person, so they all get involved; Savannah, Maggie, Oliver, and the other, more minor, characters in the show. 

Another character, Jess, an innocent girl who was a class below them and looked up to Savannah to guide her, so she became like a little sister and helped them all figure things out because she was really smart. 

Oliver and Savannah got really close too. She would always make sexual jokes at him and make him uncomfortable just so she could see him blush and have his hair fall over his face as he looked down in embarrassment. 

The scene the boys were at now consisted of them being at a party, Y/n’s character and Jess being in a bedroom looking for anything suspicious, while they talked idly. 

“Do you ever worry what this all could mean for your future?” Jess asked.

“What do you mean?” Savannah asked, stopping her searching and leaning on the bed.

“Like what if something happens and things go wrong and… i don't know what if someone thinks we are the ones doing… all this?” 

“Listen honey, I hate to tell you this, but my only goal in life is to get that cute little Aussie downstairs to pin me down by my neck and fuck me so hard that I can taste it, so if you’re asking me for advice about the future and shit, I’m really no help at all, kid,” Y/n’s character said with a smirk as she returned to looking for whatever she was looking for before. 

Calum, who had just been taking a sip of water, choked on it as all the boys looked up to Luke, who was staring wide eyed at the TV with a prominent blush across his cheeks. 

Michael and Ashton, who had moved to the floor in front of Luke and Cal on the couch somewhere between the third and fourth episode, were wiggling their eyebrows while Calum turned around and rubbed his hands over his back as if he were making out with someone, making Luke flush even more than before. 

A weak “Stop,” could be heard but the boys just laughed at Luke as they returned to the show. 

They ended up finishing the series that night, since there were only 11 episodes and they had to finish it then or else they would never be able to find the time to sit and actually finish it. 

It ended with Y/n’s character being attacked by the masked killer guy, but surviving and finding out that it was Jess’ dad who was behind the attacks, and he was manipulating Jess to get information on people going against him.

Savannah and Oliver ended up having their little moment, which gave the boys another reason to make jokes at Luke. 

The scene consisted of her grabbing his silky looking shirt and pulling his face to hers, whispering, “Is that a telephone pole in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” 

“Well maybe I was promised a chance at something and now I finally have the perfect moment to get it.” 

“Then come get it, we don’t have all day,”

He shoved her into the wall by her hips and reached a hand up to her neck, “We have as long as we want,” 

She smirked and the scene was moved to an overview of the city, turning into a map, then a big, red X was placed over the house that it had zoomed away from, then the credits rolled. 

The boys decided that, since it was roughly 4 am anyways, that they’d all just stay the night, especially since they were gonna meet at Luke’s and have brunch together the next day anyway. 

Ashton and Michael ended up knocking out on the floor, Calum curled up in a chair and Luke took the couch. 

--

The sun rose only a few hours after they had fallen asleep, which didn’t disturb their sleep in the slightest, but the knocking on the door sure did. 

KayKay and Crystal had been knocking on the door for at least ten minutes before Crystal tried to call Michael, who didn’t answer, so she called Luke, then Ashton, but neither of them answered either. 

Calum was woken up by the buzzing of their phones, so when his phone rang, he answered with a groggy voice, and had to pull the phone away from his ear at the sound of excited squeals, “Thank God!” Crystal said, “Let us in, we've been here for half an hour and it's COLD!” 

Calum chuckled as he walked to answer the door, kicking Michael and Ashton’s backs as he walked by, causing them to stir in their sleep. 

Cal let the girls in and the other boys woke up soon after, getting semi-ready for their brunch, which was looking to be more of a lunch as they took forever to wake up and get ready-- the boys claimed it was payback because the girls always took far to long to get ready.

The boys told KayKay and Crystal about how they finally watched Y/n’s show, to which they made a few remarks of “What took you so long?” and “Isn’t it great?!” and “Damn, I wanted to watch Luke’s face when she made the Aussie jokes at Oliver!” 

When they finally were about ready to leave, there was a knocking on the door, each of them looking around in question since their whole group was already here. 

Given it was Luke’s place, and he was still getting ready, they had a silent debate on who would get the door before Crystal’s eyes widened almost comically and she shot up to go to the door. 

Michael made a face at her as if asking “What the fuck?” but made no verbal response to her actions until there was loud squealing heard from the door. 

Luke came down the stairs as the guys rounded the corner to see the door when they saw Crystal jumping and hugging someone--Y/n.

Luke came the rest of the way down the stairs and shoved through his friends, towards his girlfriend, and picked her up just moments after she had escaped Crystal’s death grip. 

“Hi Bubs,” She whispered into his curly hair, which made him hold her even tighter than he was before, Crystal had taken a secret picture of the couple hugging (which would soon become Luke’s phone wallpaper). 

The hug lasted a bit longer than it should have, but they hadn’t seen each other in person for over four months, so the rest of the group ignored it for now, especially since they were just hugging and not having a fun little make out-sesh in front of them like they had a tendency to do every now and then. 

Luke set her down and looked into her eyes, which were filled with happy tears that had yet to fall, “When did you get back?” 

“I took the weekend off to come see you because I don’t have to work until Tuesday next week and I really wanted to see you and then you sent me the text last night and I wanted to watch the show with you even if it was cringy for me. Then I realized that I really, really needed to see you and so I booked a plane ticket and it left at like four this morning and I’m really tired but I'm here and I’m with you.”  Y/n barely breathed as she explained herself, but Luke just fell more and more in love with her, if that was possible.

Luke put his hands against her jaw as if he was going to kiss her but he just looked into her eyes and smiled, a big toothy grin that took up his whole face and made her smile too, tears dripping down her cheeks freely now as they hugged again. 

After their hug, he invited her to come to brunch with them unless she was too tired, in which he would stay at home with her, but she agreed to go to brunch because she hasn’t eaten in almost 12 hours and “might drop dead of hunger soon” if she didn’t eat soon. 

They went to a smaller cafe for a lunch/brunch thing where half of them got waffles and the others got hamburgers or pasta. 

They joked and laughed for a few hours, basking in being together as a group for the first time in forever. The boys recounted tales of touring that the girls may have missed and also complimented Y/n on the show they finally watched, to which she shoved her head into Luke’s shoulder in embarrassment, but thanked them nonetheless. 

They all hugged Y/n, as it would likely be the last time they’d see her that weekend, then they all drove to their respective homes. 

--

When Luke and Y/n got inside, Luke grabbed her waist from behind as she squealed, “Put me down, Bubs!” 

He ignored her and just walked up the stairs to his room and threw her onto the bed, causing her to squeal again. 

“So are you saying that you don’t want me, a hot Aussie, to pin you down by the throat and fuck you?” She groaned, not an erotic groan but one of annoyance as she looked up at Luke who was also giggling at her reaction. 

“I hate you! I really do! I really, really hate you! I swear to god, Hemmings, I can not stand you!” Her cheeks became hot as she shoved her head into the pillows.

Luke just giggled as he laid down next to her and pulled her in by the waist and cuddled into her like a koala, “I love you, you know that?” 

“Matter of fact I do know that, and I love you too,” She said, “but I don’t love you when you use my character’s dialogue against me, hurts my heart a little bit, not gonna lie,”

He pushed his bottom lip out in a pout, “Well I’m sorry, how bout we cuddle then we can just watch something on TV or nap, because I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t fall asleep til after 5 and you had an early flight, so I feel like i’m gonna crash soon.” 

“Fine by me, bubs,” She took a deep breath, inhaling the way he smelled as if it were the last time she would be with him and she snuggled her face into his chest a bit more, electing a giggle from him, “Fine by me.”

“I’m still the only hot Aussie you want to fuck though, right?” Luke asked quietly, looking down at her.

“Of course you are, you’re the only Aussie I’d want to fuck, you big baby,” 

They both giggled for another moment and Y/n drifted to sleep, soft snores coming from her parted lips as Luke could almost see the small velvet box sitting in his underwear drawer that he couldn’t wait to give her soon, really soon.

[silverkoushi]

haikyuu!! headcanons

⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! pt.2 | read pt. 1 here! ⇢ feat. : tsukki (karasuno), bokuto (fukurodani) & kuroo (nekoma) x gn!reader ⇢  wc & warnings:  3.3k, slightly suggestive for kuroo

ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ not @ me having the phattest crush on kuroo as you can probably tell here... dear god that man is something edit: omo for some reason the paragraphs got messed up n i just checked it after hours of posting... i fixed it now so hopefully it makes more sense ahh my apologies!! ><

tsukishima kei

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  idk about you but i think tsukki secretly enjoys the holidays? like he’d think the music is overbearing, the movies are disgustingly cliche, and the amount of people gathering in places is one of his worst nightmares— those aren’t the things that he looks forward to. i think tsukki loves winter, maybe because i see him as a softie who collects sweaters, hoodies, and sweatpants that keep him comfy and cozy during cold nights and chilly mornings! WITH THAT BEING SAID, tsukki dies inside when he sees you wearing any of those following outfits of his. he might get annoyed at first that you don’t ask because he was planning on wearing them that day, but when you show up at his dorm clad in his night blue sweater with a little moon stitched on the side, there are no words coming out of his mouth. he will try to look menacing, eyes in a deadpan expression but you know he’s lying, and just stare at him with a doe-like face and put his hands in yours, swinging it back and forth as you drag him out of his room and into the snowy field. you don’t even think twice about getting matching sweaters because the boy will hate you for the rest of his life, but at least you got him to wear a reindeer headband for 2 seconds in the photobooth!! most of the time, you basically just bring him to anywhere you want to go. you guys look at the humongous christmas tree they placed in the center of the plaza, and you ask someone walking by if you can get a picture of the two of you in front of him. this way, tsukki can’t complain and will be semi-forced to pose with you hehe. you thought he’d just be standing there, arms to his side with a nonchalant expression but you actually feel him put his arm around your waist and lean his head down on top of yours. 

you can’t help the cheeky smile show on your face as you tiptoe just enough to reach his cheek, and once the guy said, “ok one more!” you steal a kiss on the side of tsukki’s small smile. “hey, what was—” “thanks, mister!! happy holidays!!” you avoid his stare, and get your phone back from the guy as you scroll through the pics he took (thank god only a few were blurry). tsukki keeps glaring at you, and you understand he’s not big into pda but uh, he started it with holding you close to him like that >:( “what?? you look so cute here, though!!” you whine to him, hoping he doesn’t ask that you delete it :( tsukki gives it a once over, a warm feeling creeping on his cheeks as he studies the picture: damn, is he whipped for you. he dismisses the overreaction on his part (for once), and takes your hand in his once more, asking where it is you wanted to go next. you’re surprised he left it like that, but you’re taking advantage of this situation and drag him to more festive stuff around the plaza <3

with your parents spending the holidays abroad and working overtime, tsukki’s mom invited you to their place instead and you’re!! more than happy and oh so grateful!! tsukki doesn’t show it but he’s actually extremely nervous,, what if you don’t like his family?? what if his brother is too annoying for you, what if this isn’t the kind of in-laws you were expecting— wait, he’s thinking too far ahead and you’re looking at him with raised eyebrows. quick! he turns away from your gaze, biting his lip at getting caught with his overthinking. “tsukki, you okay?” you ask gently, looping your arm around his as you guys near his house. “yeah…” he responds lamely, and you’re not sure if he wanted you at his house for the holidays or what… but you shake the negativity away and tell yourself that this is an opportunity to show your own personality to his family!! you’re greeted by a boisterous even taller guy at the door, and his also really tall mom waving at you from the kitchen, finishing up the grand dinner. “mom and i thought you were just pretending about your relationship, tsukki~” akiteru nudges him, and you chuckle at your boyfriend’s helpless look on his face, as if telling you this is what i dealt with during my childhood. but the holiday celebration with his family went super smooth!! his mom cooked amazing homemade dishes, and tsukki was actually smiling and laughing along the poor jokes akiteru made, it was so endearing to watch. you asked to help with the clean up as tsukki and his brother play volleyball outside in the cold. 

“i’m so glad he has you,” his mom comforts you, and you nod your head in thanks while you wipe the plates clean. “i’ve never seen him so… cheerful like this, you know?” what a heartwarming thing to say :(( and yet you thought he was just finally letting loose because he’s at home!! his mom turns in early that eve of christmas, and his brother goes out to have a nightly beer sesh with his hometown friends before christmas morning tomorrow. you and tsukki are left alone in his room as you marvel at the many dinosaur related merch, posters, and even stuffies he has in his childhood room!! “don’t say it,” he threatens you lightly, even though you’ve been well-aware of his fascination for the species. a little tired from the trip earlier and ngl you’re both full from the food, you lay down on the floor, pillows supporting your sleepy heads as tsukki shares the other side of his earphones. you listen to calming, lofi music for the night and at some point, he finds your fingers in his again. “thank you for having me, tsukki,” you whisper with a yawn, remembering the night days ago where you cried into his shoulder about missing your own family during this season. tsukki doesn’t respond as he hears your light snoring, and instead turns his body towards you as he caresses the side of your face, smiling at the beauty before him. “you’re always welcome here, dummy. you’ll always have me.”

bokuto koutarou

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  oof!! so many holiday parties!! gift giving exchanges!! dancing and singing, drinking and having the time of your lives! of course, bokuto asks first and foremost if you’re okay going to all of these celebrations with him as he has gathered a lot of friends from different majors, clubs, and such. you didn’t expect to come with him to all of them, tbh, but since he seems so excited to bring you along you found yourself nodding along! OOPS, what a wild ride it was to meet friends you didn’t even know he had. first, bokuto asked you to help him find some gifts for the exchange parties and you comply— you love thinking up presents for diff kinds of people! “would akaashi want this?” he points at a set of compression socks for sports “you’d want that more, bo” “oh oh!! how about this for kuroo?!” he leads you to the beauty section, hairspray littering the aisle “i think that’s more of an insult than a gift…” he’ll pout at his failure to think of the best gifts for his friends, but you cling to him with your linked arms and tell him not to worry— you kinda figured the kind of people his best friends are, so you suggest things off the bat: film roll for akaashi the photography minor, a mug with a pun-ny chem joke for kuroo, and a new case for kenma’s switch lite!! “wah! you know them better than i do,” he exclaims, eyes shining in excitement as you bring the gifts and other extra stuff to his apartment to help him wrap them. with this, bokuto came up with an idea to wrap the presents in the most creative way possible, and you just stare at him in awe as he tries to disguise the mug as.. a gingerbread man?? you don’t even know how he did it! as you tape up the finishing touches with the others, you eye a small gift wrapped box on the island counter along with a card next to it, all glittery and a name scribbled on top that you can’t make out where you were seated. 

“hey, bo, who’s that for?” you point at the suspecting box, and almost immediately bokuto body slams you on the ground, obstructing your view of the gift. “bokuto i can’t breathe—” you wheeze, laughing at the way he scrambles to get up from the position but his feet slips against the unused wrapping paper on the floor. “sorry, sorry i just— STOP LOOKING” he pleads, caging you with his arms either side your figure. the both of you pause, realizing the predicament you’re in until bokuto unleashes a sly smirk, eyes pointed at you with a mischievous glint. you know that look, so you start wiggling out of his way until he plops down on you again (mind you, he’s MANY inches taller than you and his built...whew, but that’s part of the problem right now!!) and blows raspberries on your neck, the audacity!! “tell me,” he whispers against your ear after a while, voice suddenly low in tone and your senses perk up. “have you been naughty or nice recently?” he continues hoarsely, and it doesn’t take long until you burst out laughing at his attempt of being flirty right now. he finally releases you, feigns hurt from your reaction but he knows what a goofball he is.

anyway, you put all the gifts in the car and head to the many parties he was invited to!! and honestly, you enjoyed yourself albeit it got really tiring to show up with much enthusiasm compared to the last. but bokuto on the other hand never runs out of energy for some reason!! he’s still winning the games, singing his heart out with his friends, and trying all the foods in the potluck, even shamelessly!! feeding you too! it’s embarrassing >< but in a way your heart swells with the thought of bokuto being very openly proud of his relationship with you, and how his friends seem to like you as well! pictures were taken, holiday spirits and gifts were exchanged and finally, he’s free for the night <3 you’ve been waiting for the right moment to give him your personal gift to your boyf (it’s an edited picture of the two of you at one of his winning games!! you can’t draw for sht but you are the best at adding lil stickers and cute petnames all around the photo hehe) you had it inserted in a picture frame too so the gift was relatively medium sized and rectangular. when you crash at his place, you ready yourself to give it to him, having second thoughts with how corny it must seem like… as you psych yourself up on the couch, you feel his arms suddenly wrap themselves around you as he starts peppering your neck with lazy kisses. your chest tightens, eyes closed at the warmth of his lips on your skin but— you can’t get distracted!! “bo, i have something for you—” “i saved the best gift for last—” o, you say it at the same time and so you look at each other with blank stares, and then laugh at your awkwardness!! 

he lets you go first, your nerves slowly dissipating at the excited gleam in his irises, he’s so cute!! as he unwraps it, he hitches a breath, looks at you then the picture and you again and— let’s say your face was just full on bokuto territory only ;-) as much as you were enjoying his attention all on you, his gift wasn’t opened yet!! bokuto went from confident to shy mode again, hiding his face with only one eye peeking out to watch you…. for some reason, since it was a tiny box you blurted out, “don’t tell me it’s a ring, bo.” as a joke but bokuto suddenly freezes at your words. and you had to stop unboxing to make sure he doesn’t go all pale on you, but also??? was he really???? GOING TO???-- “DID YOU WANT ME TO GET YOU A RING?? I CAN RETURN THE EARRINGS TODAY, I THINK I STILL HAVE THE RECEIPT—” “bo, it’s okay!!! omg no T_T” you take his hands off his face to look at him lovingly, a kiss on his pouty lips as you reassure him his presence is all that you can ever want, but whatever it was he gave you, you’ll cherish just the same!! so finally, once you take the lid off the box you see an adorable pair of owl earrings!! it’s so cute and it reminds you of him and thats probably why he got that for you :’)))) “i also wrote you a letter but please read it when i’m asleep or something…” aww shy bokuto!! >< you never thought you’d see the day :’)

kuroo tetsurou

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  man.. i just know this guy wouldn’t want to let leave… the bed… with him… on christmas day. imagine something like having to stay until he can for his duties at work which ended up til late christmas eve :( you were looking forward to spending time with him back at his hometown since you don’t necessarily celebrate the specific holiday, but being with tetsurou for almost a year now and knowing he does— you wanted it to be special and memorable for him! he felt really bad making you stay at his apartment until he finishes up work, really zooming through all the documents and stuff he needed to complete just so he can spend at least a few hours of christmas eve with you. when he got home, his heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of you falling asleep on the couch, right next to the lit up christmas tree you two decorated a week ago (thats how busy he has been! you opted to fix the tree yourself, but tetsu insisted on doing it together since it’s your first holiday with him!). your favorite blanket was wrapped around you but your feet were dangling midway with no socks on and he just >:( had to carry you to bed and tuck you in— all of you!! 

he changes to a sweater and pjs before readying himself to carry you against his chest. his own body is exhausted from working non-stop, but he doesn’t let it get to him as he passes by the hallway and plops you gently on your side of the bed. you stir groggily, eyes refusing to open but you notice your surroundings are different. the room is dimly lit but the figure walking around the place isn’t amiss; with his hair sticking up and his wide shoulders, you know it’s your tired boyfriend finally home for the holidays. you smile, still sleep-induced but you try to reach over for him. “tetsu… come to bed, please,” you mumble but he hears you, and his back is against you but he smiles at your half-awake tone. “i’ll be right there,” he lets you know softly, and true to his word you feel the dip in the mattress with his warmth slowly exuding onto your own body, his hands easily finding themselves over you. you wiggle into his grasp, head against his chest and hands holding onto his waist. he feels warm, he feels like home, and you press a kiss where his neck meets his collarbones. “mm, merry christm…” you mutter, losing consciousness but he doesn’t mind. he lets you snore your way into dreamland, watching your eyelashes tickle the surface of your skin, lips partly open as you breathe in and out. suddenly, his tense muscles relax with your presence oh so close to you, and he sleeps soundly after a few minutes of admiring your face.

as the sunlight filters thru the windows, kuroo wakes up first but knowing it’s his day off (finally), he relaxes into the bed and just observes the tiny details of your face, same as the night before but with some of the brightly shining rays of the sun hitting the right spots— you’re breathtaking to him. he feels you stir in his embrace so he pretends to snore because he knows you like to get up as soon as you feel awake. “tetsu…” you mumble, popping out your head from his grasp to peer your eyes at him pretending to not hear you. “you’re a lousy liar, i know you’re up,” you tell him, rubbing your nose against him as a form of an eskimo kiss. it takes so much out of his restraint to bite his lip in pure love for you, so he gives in and kisses you on the lips. 

you are taken aback for a split second until you comply to his request, and you spend your first christmas morning with him in bed just like that <3 he still asks if you guys can spend the whole day just tangled into each other’s embrace but you lecture him playfully, knowing that he had a christmas party to attend to in the afternoon with his closest friends (bokuto, akaashi, kenma, and others) and you have a lovely dinner planned in the evening. he wiggles his eyebrows, fingertips tracing the exposed skin on your chest, “what if we skip all of that and i just have you for dinner instead?” “KUROO TETSUROU IT IS TOO EARLY FOR YOU TO SAY THAT RIGHT NOW—” you swear to god, it is his teasing and malicious intent that will kill you one day. but the blush on your face doesn’t go unnoticed, and yet kuroo complies with your light nagging, getting up and getting ready for the day. you’re happy that he finally has the day off, and being with his friends during the party truly lightened up his mood. afterwards, he then asks where you got a reservation during the busiest time of the year, and you just winked at him and zipped your mouth. 

since you ate a bit at the party, you knew you had some time to finish prepping the food you had prepared the night before, it all just needed to bake or be cooked on the pan. and bec of his exhaustion last night, he didn’t even open the fridge at all so there were zero suspicious at your surprise dinner. urging him to take a long, hot bath, he drags you with him. “you seriously want me to take a bath by myself?” he says in shock horror, and normally you would join him hah but you tell him that your parents are calling, just wanting to say hello. a little sad, kuroo nods in understanding and so he goes about his way while you cook the food with haste. he likes to take his time in there but you know you won’t finish beforehand, so once he’s out of the bathroom, you immediately go right in front of him to hide the view of the kitchen. you played yourself, seeing kuroo only in his bathrobe with his chest exposed, you slap him right at the center to ignore the sensation in the pit of your stomach. “what?? what’d i do???” “existing right in front of me like that!!” kuroo laughs at your embarrassment, but kisses you on the forehead nonetheless. he ignores the obvious smell of pasta and chicken in the apartment, ignores the messy apron you forgot to take off because he thinks you really wanted to surprise him. so he goes to the room to change, thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his life. the rest of the night ends up with the both of you having a romantic dinner in the dining room, talking about everything you already know about each other—but it never feels repetitive. he always feels so renewed with you, falling in love every day. 

[azucanela]

Hi i really loved your first date HC❤❤👌 i dont know if your requests are open but if they are could you maybe do the same thing with baby boi kiri ??

FIRST DATE HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[ft. denki kaminari, kirishima ejirou]

bakugo, todoroki, shinsou version

SUMMARY: how did they ask you out? And how’d the date go? Well... 

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

WARNINGS: kissing, pretty pg, corny pick up lines

A/N: im glad you liked it! hope you don’t mind that i added denki bc i wanted to do more than one person lol. also im sorry it took so long!!! i lacked inspiration akjsdlksjkldj

DENKI KAMINARI

SO THIS ONE

so panicked when asking you out like he almost gets bakugo in on it

kirishima suggests super manly stuff like buying you roses but he ends up writing you a little note that says “will you go out with me? check yes or yes.” he’s kinda freaking out lol

he’s genuinely worried you will say no be careful with his heart

anyways he has it passed through the classroom and is highkey worried the note will be intercepted by aizawa but its fine it fine

and then mina gets it 

in all honesty, you probably thought the note was for mina, and if it did involve getting asked out, it was definitely for her

but then mina passes the note to you with a SMIRK

looks like someone couldn’t READ THE R O O M

smh

anyways, when he turns over to face you in the middle of class, basically sweating bullets, you’re kinda like ??? bc what is this mans doing

you look at the note and realize your name is on it like OH, he probably need homework answer lol

then you open it and it says “will you go out with me? check yes or yes.” 

even though he’s a really flirty person, he likes you alot so that persona kinda fades with you since he respects you 

and it also makes him really nervous around you

you’re kinda like :o

and he’s like :,)

so then you laugh a little in your seat and he begins to panic, and then you look over to him and with a lil grin, and after class you come up to him, “how about a study date, im honestly worried about your grades.”

then you kiss him on the cheek

kaminari.exe

hes dead you killed him, nearly passes out

and thats how denki got his first study date! because his crush who liked him back thought he was dumb!

poor bb

the actual study date would probably be in a café or a library

denki probably prefers the library since it would be easier to just make out with you in the isolated and quiet space BUT

you want food so café it is ugh, you don’t know what you’re missing out on.

he gets there first, and he actually brings his textbooks and homework, he’s invested and he wants to impress you so he is going to try his hardest okay

kaminari is internally panicking when he sees you, you do a lil wave and he swears his heart explodes with uwus and WOW you look SO good, he really wants to see you in street clothes more often.

he learns more that day than during his entire time in the hero course at UA. 

naturally, since you two live in the same dorm, he walks you back to your room

and then he comes inside

and then-

anyways he really really really want to kiss you on the first date and totally will if you allow it

you make him drink respect women juice at that café and he leaves a changed man

Denki’s knee was bouncing rapidly as he sat in the café. He’d taken the time this morning to pick out an outfit, and pack his textbooks, along with pens, highlighters, anything you could imagine really. If Y/N wanted a study date, he would try his hardest to make it the best study date possible, though he wasn’t really the best at studying, she’d been right when she’d pointed out his poor grades.

But hey, those grades got him a date, so they weren’t all that bad. 

He’s beginning to regret drinking caffeine as his hand taps against the table anxiously, despite his flirtatious personality, Denki had been on few dates. And he’d been stood up before, that was never fun. Also, it was Y/N, the girl who tried to help him pass all his classes, and shared food with him, and reminded him to do his work. This was important.

He’s about to pull out his phone and text her when the bell at the door of the café rings, his head snapping upwards at the sound to see if its Y/N. Relief floods him when he realizes it is her, a nervous smile finding it’s way onto his face as he waves at her. 

Y/N’s face lights up at the sight of him, and she makes her way over to him with ease, taking a seat across from him as she places her backpack on the floor. Y/N raises a brow, “some came prepared.”

“Yeah well, I’m excited to study.” His eyes meet hers, “with you.”

A small laugh escapes her, and Y/N tilts her head at him curiously, “I’m glad you’re excited.” Her eyes fall on the empty line in the café, “you want something?” 

Denki shakes his head, “no. I’m fine.” 

Y/N hums in response, sitting up to go buy a drink. Before heading over to the cashier, she leans over to him, grinning as she speaks, “calm down, Denki. It’s just a study date.”

“A study date with you.” Comes his response, earning him a flick to the head.

He decides then that Y/N looks very pretty in street clothes, it’s something he wished he’d seen sooner. Her outfit is fairly simple, but she looked beautiful in Denki’s eyes nonetheless. His eyes were trained on hers as she paid the barista, coming back to sit while she waited for her drink. 

Y/N rests her head in her hands, “so. You ready for a crash course in calculus?”

Denki hated school, he wouldn’t deny it. But learning alongside Y/N was far more bearable, and it gave him a sense of normalcy that he craved, seeing as he was incredibly nervous. Though Denki managed to loosen up over time, and now that they were walking back to the dorms, he found himself flirting like normal, “I’m not a photographer, but I could picture you and I together.”

She’s been laughing at the corny pick up lines he’s been using the entire walk home, “really now?” Y/N asks, grinning at him as they walk along the path.

“Yeah, really!” He replies, leaning closer to her, “now. Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?”

There’s a pause, and Denki wonders if he passed an invisible boundary as he turns to Y/N, only for her to yank him by the collar, bringing his lips to hers. Y/N’s other hand comes to his arm, and Denki is temporarily frozen, though he soon realizes he needs to reciprocate if he wants to keep kissing her.

He really wants to keep kissing her.

Bringing his hands to her waist, Denki pulls her closer, smiling when they pull away and she says, “you were wrong.”

KIRISHIMA EJIROU

THE MANLIEST MAN OF DATES

it’s literally just so much chivalry like kirishima single handedly revived it

chivalry is NOT dead, kirishima just has ALL OF IT

Anyways.

asks you out with the help of our boy baku, gets him to good a meal and puts it in some tupperware,

lol convincing bakugo was the funniest part, and he agreed only because he was like, “what you think my cooking couldn’t get you a date? just you watch!” 

genuinely sees his cooking as a means of bribery

kirishima is grateful because he cannot cook so i hope you can

buys you roses, and approaches you, obviously nervous but keeping his cool

you think he’s gonna ask out bakugo HADHJGDSJHGD

you nudge baku and he gives you a look and is all like, “what the hell, that is all clearly for you.”

y/n.exe

lol kirishima is really sheepish about it he’s all like, “so would you be interested in... i dunno maybe going to dinner or something, as a date?”

embarrased bb

you accept the roses and the food and smile at him like, “sure!”

kirishima is relieved™

your first date is probably just like to the mall, you two get food and shop its nice

tries to pay for everything but he is not todoroki

he is your sugar baby congrats

he likes to watch you shop because you get really excited over really simple things and he does too and its just really adorable

definitely wants a fashion show with you

you’ll probably be like, “i don’t wanna waste your time.”

and then you turn around and kirishima is already holding seven different outfits like, “FASHION SHOW!” because hes manly

he also thinks you look REALLY pretty in all these different outfits like wow

he also has a fashion show and he has no right looking that GOOD in these CLOTHES 

y’all probably have your first kiss here, like you’re trying on clothes and he is hyping you up and you get all soft and he gets off soft and he’s like can i kiss you? and you are like HELL YEHA

opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, gives you his jacket, the KING of being a gentleman 10/10 treats you right

would ask to kiss you and will respect whatever you say when he walks you back to the dorms too

assuming he gets a kiss he’s throwing a party lol

Kirishima smiles as he watches Y/N stare at a skirt, squinting at it as she examines it. It’s cute, she’s cute, and he was ecstatic when she’d agreed to go out with him. The date was simple, just a trip to the mall and lunch in the food court, they’d already eaten, so now Y/N was leading him around the mall as they looked at all the stores.

“Do you think this would look good on me?” She asks, bringing a skirt to her lower half to inspect the look.

He simply takes the skirt and throws it over his arm, which is already holding several other articles of clothing, not that he minds, “I think everything here is gonna look good on you.” Kirishima raises his arm up to gesture towards all the clothing he is carrying as he smiles at her. 

Y/N can’t help it when her cheeks warm and she looks away, “C’mon let’s go to the dressing rooms.” She mumbles, eyes falling on hi, “you sure you don’t want help carrying those?”

Kirishima puffs his chest out a bit at this comment, “I wouldn’t be a very manly boyfriend if I didn’t.” Came his response.

This earns him a raised brow from Y/N as she guides the two of them to the dressing rooms, “boyfriend huh?”

His cheeks flush as red as his hair, “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t-”

“I like it.” Y/N winks as she takes the clothes from his arms and heads into the dressing room, shutting the door behind her and leaving Kirishima in shock.

He had plopped down onto the bench outside the dressing room, earning sympathetic smiles from those who pass by him, though he really doesn’t mind. If he was honest, he liked this. Y/N got excited over the smallest of things and that got him pretty excited as well, her joy was contagious almost. Kirishima was shocked he’d even scored a date with Y/N in the first place, she was in the top of their class, and had a ridiculous amount of friends, and even more admirers it seemed. 

She’d been trying on clothes for quite some time now, exiting only to show him the outfits, not that responses to these outfits ever changed, since she looked beautiful every time. 

Resting his head in his hand, he hears Y/N call out, “you sure you aren’t bored yet?” She’s slipping on a different outfit, a small smirk on her face as she wonders what his reaction could be. 

“No, not at all.” Kirishima replied, shifting in his seat. 

And then Y/N came out of the dressing room, she had chosen the skirt she’d previously show him along with a low cut top that he had not seen her pick.

Oh god.

Kirishima felt his mouth go dry as it gaped open in shock, “how do I look?” Though she clearly knew what he thought, given his reaction, Kirishima couldn’t help but remind himself that it wasn’t manly to stare. 

“Pretty.” Kirishima replies, “really pretty.” He straighten in his seat, offering her a nervous smile as she watches her spin in a circle. “How is someone so beautiful, literally?

Y/N is beaming at him, a small laugh escaping her as she comes to stand in front of him and replies, “I could say the same about you.” Kirishima's face breaks out into a smile and she brings her hands to his shoulders, “thanks for taking me out Kiri.”

He tilts his head curiously at her actions, “thanks for agreeing to got out with me.”

She hums in response, hands coming to his cheeks as she stood between his legs, locking eyes with Kirishima Y/N gives him a small smile, “can I kiss you, Kiri?”

His eyes widen a fraction and he nods rapidly, “definitely.” He mumbles in reply, eyes closing as their lips met. Kirishima allowed his hands to come waist, squeezing her hips as they kissed.

Yeah, he liked this.

A/N: i have zero inspiration and i feel like kirishima is out of character i am sorry akjdhkjshdkjahs 🙃 anyways kirishima looks respectfully

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[minteyedoll]

Hello! I see that your request is open, if you don’t mind can i request hc of the RFA+V and Saeran with mc who’s never dated in her life cause she is super oblivious when people tried to flirt with her? You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to! Oh and i love your writing a lot! Thank you and i hope you have a good day 😊

Thanks to you, you made my day and I hope you keep enjoying my writing

PS: I wrote my name instead of MC a couple of times, luckily I noticed soon enough. Really hope you like it :))

RFA+Saeran Being an oblivious MC’s first boyfriend 

*Yoosung*

Seeing all his classmates and walking around campus, he thought that he was behind everyone else since he had never been in a relationship

and after the whole hacker situation was over he was very nervous about being with you, because even when he had imagined what he would do with his girlfriend a thousand times, he didn't know what to do sometimes

Once he was asking Zen for advice and the actor decided to ask "Well, has she ever talked about what she liked or disliked about her exes?"

And it hit him, maybe he wasn't as good as your ex-boyfriend, maybe it was because he was so inexperienced in everything, and maybe...

Some time passed and you still didn't mention anything so it was on him to bring it out. "MC... I've curious for a while...", "what it is Yoosung?" "well...the other day I was talking to Zen and I realized you've never mentioned past boyfriends..."

He was super worried about asking, he didn't even know if he wanted to know but when you started to laugh confusion and a log for relief took over him

"What are you talking about? you want me to tell you about my celebrity crushes?" That didn't give him any answer as his face was still painted with confusion "...You are my first boyfriend Yoosung" You said before giving him quick peck in the check and run away to continue with your daily activities.

But you are so beautiful and amazing, how was it possible you were single all this time?? It wasn't until you accompanied him to a college party that he understood

He had to left for the bathroom and you said you would wait for him near the drinks, but when he came back he saw you talking with one of his classmates and carefully approached

On the way home, he started talking about it "So you met Chae Ji?"

"Yes, he was very nice, he asked me to dance but I was waiting for you so we just chatted"

"You know he was flirting with you?"

"What? no, he wasn't", MC looked genuinely surprised by Yoosung's question "MC, he asked for your Instagram," Said the blonde boy surprised by the way MC didn't notice it

"well, that's my art Instagram so..." Said MC before wrapping her hand around Yoosung's and keeping it that way all the way back home.

*Zen*

He thinks you are the most beautiful being in this world, even more than him, and will not hesitate in telling you so. However, it was really hard at the beginning for you to notice it since you thought he was in normal flirty zen mode

BUT NO it was not normal flirty mode, it was I LIKE YOU SO MUCH PLEASE NOTICE ME mode, and it was so frustrating to him that you couldn't notice it.

You were extremely oblivious to his flirting, sometimes passing his cheesy lines as him preparing for a new role again

"babe Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?"

"Oh my God Zen! Where do you get those from? This might be my favorite role so far"

He gets a little bit worried when you don't flirt back or even react, but then you'll turn all shades of pink when he reaches for your hand, hugs you by surprise, or does any other small gesture. And when you do that, oh my God, please don't come any closer THE BEAST but at the same time let me hug you again.

Finally, he decides to ask you if it makes you uncomfortable when he tries to compliment you or flirts with you

"oh, no! Not in the slightest, it's just that... Well, I've never received that kind of attention and you are my first boyfriend so I kind of don't know how to react properly..." you finished your sentence while shyly looking at different spots in the room

Zen just felt all the worries leave his body and his heart just getting warmer by the second

"Oh baby, I-i I love you so much and I'm sorry for asking," said Zen while enthusiastically wrapping his arms around you "am I really your first boyfriend? Well, then I'll make sure to be the prince charming you deserve angel"

*Jaehee*

She isn't the one to just give out compliments, so when she starts flooding you with sweet words, you trust she means it and will blush most of the time while trying to find the words to make her feel as special.

At the beginning of your relationship, she wanted to have everything clear, so she opened to you about her past, cards on the table, in hopes you do the same.

It was to her surprise to find out that she holds the place of your first girlfriend. And even if she tries to deny or hide it makes her really proud, because she was the first one to dive deep into your heart

She enjoyed being with you and taking you to dates often since she wanted you to know everything about it

Most of the time she used to spot people who approached her or you with the intent of flirting, but since the opening of the cafe she had lost track of you

She started noticing that the cafe was busier the days that you attended the front while she was in the back after everything started to settle, it was decided to employ a couple of people so both of you ended up in the front

On a not so busy day, she noticed people looking at you more than usual and/or saying things about you. However, it was when they approached you while cleaning a table that her attention was completely focused on it.

Even when she couldn't hear the conversation she could imagine what was going on

"What happened there?" she asked nicely as soon as you come back

"Oh, nothing they just told me our uniforms are really cute and wanted to contact the cafe later on," you told her while continuing with your tasks

"What?", Jaehee looked confused since she could clearly see their intentions

"Yes, they asked for a number and I gave them the shop's number" She started to laugh and grabbed you by the wrist softly

"They wanted YOUR number MC," She said in between laughs

"OH," was all you could say before grabbing her hand back and laugh with her for the rest of the day

*Jumin*

Jumin wanted to know everything about you and your past, but as he reflected on himself after you left the apartment he decided to take things slower much to his regret.

However, slower for him didn't mean slow at all, he still has the initiative to big gestures and showers you in attention every time he has the chance.

And Zen was very aware of this, so he would often complain about it in the chatroom, saying that maybe you are not comfortable with it, or maybe you didn't want to take things so fast. In one of those discussions, it came out the topic of your past relationships.

"Well, I appreciate Jumin's details, but being honest..." you typed, a little embarrassed for the next line you intended to write

"See?!, tell him MC!!" Interrupted Zen thinking he had the reason

"No, it's not that I don't like it, I just never had a boyfriend and I get a little bit nervous because everything is so new I..."

"Well, in that case, I will have to make sure to introduce you to all the wonders I can. Now, if you excuse us Zen, my love and I will be leaving for dinner"

He was glad to be the first one for you as you were also the first one to adventure so deep inside him. However, sometimes he was scared of making a wrong move, to calculate things too much and lose you

But as long as you have a little patience now and there, he will make sure to give you all the best first experiences you want

There were few people in his social circle that didn't know about you, he was always talking about you and everyone knew not to give you a wrong look since their future projects with C&R would be compromised

However, that was not the case for people outside that atmosphere to recognize you after the Sarah scandal was forgotten

It was not abnormal to accidentally encounter your friends or acquaintances whenever you took Jumin to a normal date, and this time it was an old crush of yours.

You were both in line while Jumin looked for a table, and you even got to introduced him as "an old friend" but Jumin didn't fail to notice how movements were softer towards you, but for once he decided to save his advances to himself.

But that didn't stay that way, that date he felt super clingy to you and will hardly let go of you.

*Saeyoung*

As he researched everything about you, so he can recognize some of your friends even before you talk about them or introduce them to him

You'll be cuddling in bed while you are using your phone, with your head below his arm in a way he can also see the memes you display in your screen

A funny photo of your friend will appear and he will ask about it "who is that?"

"Oh, my friend Alex," you said hoping he would let it pass as you continue with the story behind the photo, but no

"Alex who had a crush on you, or your ex Alex? or are they the same person?" he asked without any ill intentions

"What? No, he doesn't have a crush on me and we never dated! I've never dated to begin with" You said playfully

"Well then...Wait. WHat? you've never dated?" he said surprised and got really embarrassed at the thought of sharing so many new stuff with you, but he continued regardless "Well, he still has a crush on you"

"No, he doesn't" you replied and it was hard to believe you didn't notice it

"Maybe you don't see it but he is always flirting in your texts and the comments on your Instagram...??" He argued, not jealous because he thought it was an ex, but confused "I am telling you, he has a crush on you"

"Why are you reading my texts?" you backfired trying to change the subject

"You know I did when you entered the RFA, I didn't READ them, I don't have time for that. I SCANNED them, and even then I noticed he has a huge crush on you"

"OH," you said with a distant look "That explains a lot" you finally spoke

"Well, too bad, I am taken," you said while shyly going back to your cuddling position and your memes until he spoke again

"SOOOO... I am your first boyfriend??" he asked with a huge grin on his face

*Saeran*

He also did research on you actually meeting you, and it was clear to him that you never had a boyfriend, but he also noticed how sometimes people would talk to you and you seemed to not be affected at all by it.

However, whenever he brought you flowers or showed you his affection you seemed to notice how much he loves you

But still, he is afraid, because he doesn't know how to act as a proper boyfriend to you because he never had much of reference to start with

He is lucky enough for you to pick him and bluntly ignore all the boys and girls who talk to you wanting to get your number or something

He will ask for a lot of reassurance from your part because sometimes it gets hard for you to notice when he is making an effort to be our of his comfort zone and actively flirt with you

And as this is a first for both of you, it will sometimes end with a never-ending loop of compliments and reassurance until both of you are super red and/or cuddling

He will try to be extra patient if you ever annoy him, and he will require a lot of patience from your side too

But overall he wants to believe it is not too selfish of him to want to be your first and last boyfriend

*V*

When he discovers this is your first relationship he is a little overwhelmed and more pressured to be the best partner you could have wished for

Will be extra careful and maybe overthink every single move since he doesn't want to make any mistakes and make you uncomfortable or something

Will also need a lot of reassuring too since his past is still chasing him and will sometimes stop him from getting closer to you

Most of the times he will get amused by how you won't get it whenever Zen starts being more flirty than usual, but usually, he won't worry about it and talk to you

He will try to start paying more attention to the details as he wants you to only have good experiences during the time you spend with him, and if even then you are being the oblivious self he will start to exaggerate the gestures

Never surpassing Jumin, never, but will still exaggerate everything until he can make it clear his feelings for you

Don’t forget to check my Masterlist and Rules for requests, love you 

[the-fiction-witch]

Goo

REAL LIFE: SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: FUNNY + FLIRTY AF

"What are we doing today?" Thomas asks sat on his sofa sipping tea out of a mug shaped like the death star

"We are going to be nice to you" y/n smiled as she came from behind the camera with tea and a small packet of biscuits

"Are we?" he asks glaring at her a little confused and taking a biscuit from her

"Yes we are Thomas" she smiled fixing her hair

".... I am suspicious" he says trying to dip his biscuit in his mug however it was far to big to go into the mug "Ooh." He sighed sadness flooding his face apron discovering he couldn't dunk his biscuit before snapping it in half and dunking it

"Why?"

"Because why are you being nice to me?"

"I can't be nice?"

"Yes But it worry's me" he sighed

"we are going to make you lovely and relaxed" she smiled

"... You're not even going to comment on me being gross?" He asks eating his now tea soaked biscuit

"..... No I won't" she sighed sipping her tea "with your crunchy tea"

"I knew that wouldn't last long" He says

"I am not good at being nice"

"You are not" He sighed "What are we doing anyway?"

"Do You remember being a child?"

"Vaguely yes"

"Do you remember a advert that plaid on Tv when we where kids?"

"... I remember alot of ad's that plaid when we where kids"

"well we weren't really kids we would have been... teens"

"Teens? like pre teens or older teens?"

"Mid Teens"

".... ish, I remember little from that time. I spend most of it locked in my room"

"I remember you bassicly went in your bedroom as a pre teen who looked really fucking young and then came out when you where like nineteen where yeah you still looked young but you've voice had broke, you grew a bit, like you actually looked more like a teen" "I did, I didn't want anyone to see me at that time, especially you"

"why not me?"

"Because I had a crush on you at that point" "Did you?"

"Yeah? you didn't know that?"

"No"

"Yeah, I had a massive fucking crush on you at that age"

"I did Not know that" she giggles

"You knew, I've told you that before" he says "To be fair you where like a little poodle skirt girl who worked for your dad in a vintage car garage, that I also worked at. I was going to end up with a crush on you at some point"

"was the me being bi helping a bit with that?" "Yes! I watched you make out with Jake and then immediately go make out with linsey. that was amazing"

"Did you ever wanna see me  naked?"

"I was seventeen? So.... yes" "The tits?" "Tits where making a very compelling argument at that age" "do they still?"

"Ehh" He shrugs "Kinda, it's less fun because I now know you don't give a shit"

"I really don't, there just breasts, I have boobs, you have boobs."

"You've very much okay with it"

"My logic is, you can lift your shirt up show your boobs and nips, I do It I get arrested and that's fucking mental"

"It is" he says "I would not complain about you taking your shirt off" "The face" she smiled rubbing his chin "shut it"

"Didn't you make out with my girlfriend at that point?"

"I did, your eighteenth birthday party"

"That was werid.... But very arousing" "What me and your then girlfriend making out in front of you?"

"Yeah, pretty sure I'd had a sex dream about that" He says sipping his tea

"Then or yesterday?" "Both" "Hey issy, how you doing, wanna come over and make out in front of thomas again" she waves

"We don't even date anymore"

"Still, just have like a party of all your old girlfreinds"

"Ohh god!"

"and I'll snog all of them"

"Even Gzi?"

"Especially Gzi, she's fucking hot"

"Yeah..."

"You fucked up"

"That I did" "I'm very off topic, anyway! The product that was on constantly like every other ad break, I will point out it was... On the verge of an infomercial, like if it had been a minuet longer it would be an infomercial not an ad" she explained

".... I remember two of them" "The one you where never allowed to have"

"........... Jelli bath!" He gasped

"Hold up! say that again"

"Jelli bath"

".... Thomas brodie Sangster you are from fucking south London don't you dare said bath in that way"

"what? it's what the product is called"

"The product?"

"Is Jelli BAth

"But on Sundays you have a ?"

"Bubble Bath"

"Thank you" she smiled "what was the other ad you remember?"

"The weird moulding gunk"

"Ohh yeah, what was that called?"

"No idea, I do not remember I just remember the kid in the ad putting the orange goo on the dinosaur skeleton and making it into a big dinosaur" he explained

"Yeah I remember that, But Jelli bath? you remember this?"

"I do"

"good"

"We are going to go bathe in it" he asks sipping his tea

"Yep"

".... are we bathing together?" He asks

"Yep"

"On camera?"

"Yep"

"We're gonna be naked?"

"Do you wanna be naked?"

".... Well of course I wanna be naked sweetie darling"

"Thomas! stop fueling the fire!"

"I'm sorry, are we gonna be naked in this stuff though?"

"No, we will have swimsuits on, becuase.... internet" she says "we as always will do a version where we are naked that will be on my porn hub channel as usual" " as usual? when have you filmed us naked?"

"When aren't I filming you naked?"

"that video's not on there is it?" he whispered

"what video?"

"Are you filming?"

"Uhh, No I pasued" she says touching the remote for her camera but it still filmed "what video?"

"THE Video"

"What video?"

"........ The Video" He says "You know the one I mean y/n"

"No I don't be more specific?"

"The sexy video we did the other month?"

"The sex toy one?"

"No"

"The linqure one?"

"No, you know the one I mean, sugar"

"we make a lot of sexy videos"

"The... one in my bedroom" he whispered

"Oh no, thats' saved on my hard drive"

"Ahhh good," he says

"Ohh I didn't pause the camera, it's fine sally will cut it" she says  "Lets go make the bath up"

"Ooooohh.... bath time together"

"Oh shut up thomas"

"wait who's bathroom are we using?"

"yours"

"Oh no" he says "should I have cleaned it?"

"when did you clean it last?" she asks he simply sips his tea sheepishly "Thomas?"

It then cut to the bathroom with the bath already run the two in swimwear

"why did I agree to this?" He sighs

"Because I'm not ordering Pizza unless you do" "I'm an adult. I can buy my own Pizza"

"But do you wanna ring the man to order it?"

"..... Lets do this" He sighed

"throw in this bag of stuff" she says "Then wait for goo"

"Who's going in first" "You"

"why me?"

"You're bathroom"

"You're Idea"

"You're more naked then I am"

"You're video" "Get in the tub Thomas"

"You get in the tub"

"Fine! How clean is this bathtub?" she asks going to climb in

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhh...."

"A day?"

"Uhhhh"

"A week?"

"Uuhhh"

"Have you jizzed in this tub recently enough It will be an issue for me Thomas!"

".... Maybe" he says "How long does it live?"

"Four days"

"No your good"

"are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure,"

"Okay" she says climbing in

"Just don't touch the bottle on the side" he says from off camera

"whoa whoa whoa what why!" she yelped

"No reason"

"No fucking tell me why can't I touch the bottle" "You'll be fine"

"Thomas.... answer the question"

".... just don't mess with it"

"Okay, Okay... I'm really freaked out now" she says as she sat in the water

"If you are that worried about getting into my bath because I might have done something, then why do you let me have sex with you?"

"Ughhh thomas!" she gasps

"You literally let me cum inside you like twenty minuets ago"

"Stop fuelling the shipping fire" she yelled throwing water at him "Shut the fuck up and get in the tub"

he sighed and climbed in the bath the other side of her "Hi"

"Hi"

"we're having a bath together" "yes we are" "This is a weird Thursday"

"It is... is this what you thought you would be doing when you woke up this morning thomas?"

".... No. But I've known you long enough to know better then to expect Normal days"

"Right lets throw in some goo" she says opening the packet and letting the powder drop into the bath

"Ooooh it's already getting thick"

"The water or your dick Thomas?"

".... both"

"Blue Gooo! It's called Blasting Bloo"

"I remember it being called bloo lagoon or something once"

"I think it was, but they must have changed it to be more friendly" "I think Blasting bloo is way more suggestive"

"that's just because we are sat in a bath together Thomas"

"Maybe"

"Ohhh I don't like this, It feels weird, I don't like want it on my butt and such"

"Nnnnnoooooooo" He complained as he felt the goo the water had now turned into "I hate this, I don't wanna be in this"

"I also don't like this but you know the deal"

"what deal!"

"We stay in this for ten minuets"

"or what?" "Or I'm filming sexy Halloween costumes with you"

"I will sit" he sighed bundling himself in the corner  "do you wanna get out and go eat ice cream?"

"Yes, this shits gross"

[carryonmywaywardwriters]

One Day At A Time - Jensen x Reader

A/N: Part Three! If you’d like to be tagged, please sent an ask or message. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Widower!Jensen. Grieving process. Age Gap. Character pregnancy. Unrequited feelings. Online personality problems. Guilt. I believe that is all.

Word Count: Roughly 2,700

“Hi, there,” The woman giggled into the mic as Jensen played up the flirty eyebrow bounce and cheesy smile that would be cast over Tumblr within twenty four hours.

He was finished after that final panel, for the trip. Nothing sounded better than a hot shower and catching some sleep. His mind was still reeling from the news he'd been given that morning, but he couldn't focus on that. So, he buried himself behind that charming persona he'd created.

“Dude, leave her alone...she wants me,” Jared smoothed his thick, long, chestnut locks in a way that caused thirsty cries from all around. He cackled as his friend mock frowned his way; unimpressed at the turn of attention. Earning the familiar high pitched laugh from the crowd in front of them.

It was easy to play into their hands. To take the nerves that came with being shy and put it towards acting like a dork with his best friend. He appreciated the disguise more than he'd ever say. Letting it mask the worry and fear he could feel churning inside of him when it was too quiet for long.

“Actually, my question is for Jensen-”

“Ha!” The mentioned man in question leaned forward at the barked utterance, pretending to gloat. Smugly bouncing his brows at Padalecki.

With a deep, regretful sigh, the taller of the two settled back in his chair; wrapping his arms around the back of it as he sat in reverse, “Okay, I guess.” The over dramatically stated words were coupled with a theatrical sulk that drew forth more giggles.

“I was wondering if Y/N and the kids are enjoying the trip to San Diego,” It was no secret that his family had been flocked around him. Until now, that is. The way he paused at that had every eye present turning towards him.

“Uh, actually...” He forced his lips to stay upright. “They're back home, right now.” Concerned 'awes' filled the air. “No, no. It's okay. They're living it up.” Jared turned his gaze back to the man he'd been brothers with for almost two decades. Not buying into the idea that he was really alright with it. “Last time I checked, they were having some kinda dance party. Again.” The way he clenched his teeth relaxed the fans a bit. An over emphasized grimace always seemed to break the mood. “It was wild. There was pink everywhere and a herd of little girls shouting to music.”

“Odette was leading the charge on the one I got,” The taller man joined in, having received his own recording. “Kicked Zeppelin over to my place for an old fashioned dinosaur night with the boys.” More awes filled the air.

“Y/N sent you something? I thought you two still weren't talking after you tried to drown her?” His brow crooked, finding something he could latch onto. Knowing that his friend had delivered that ammo on purpose. He really did love the moose.

“I can explain!” Jared held up his hand towards the 'ooohs,' and then stopped. “No... no, I can't.” His head dipped in false shame, earning another set of rambunctious chuckles.

“I can.” Jensen easily took over. Turning to better face the crowd now that he'd successfully maneuvered around the original question. “This guy tortures my nanny. She's like the female version of Misha to Jared. It's endless.” The mentioned man's lips screwed up as he nodded proudly, accepting the label that was thrown onto you. “So, we were at a cookout over at his place. I'm flipping burgers and relaxing with a beer. You know...like a normal person.” His words only made his friend shrug. Zero shame in sight. “Next thing I know? She's screeching as he full on tosses her into the pool.”

“She called me old!” The roar that followed was deafening. “See? They get it!” He beamed at the response only serving to make Jensen over-exaggerate the roll of his green eyes. “And, it worked. What did she say after?”

“You're a child.” The admission was straightforward.

“Meaning that I'm young, and that she was wrong.” A round of applause made him get to his feet, and bow as the widower shook his head in mock shame. Cracking his own grin.

The mic was lifted back to Jensen's lips, “Dude...you started a war because she told the truth?” He knew what had been said, but the crowd was eating it up. Keeping him safe for a little while longer.

“That hurts...” A pat to the heart was thrown in. “That hurts me right there.”

“The kids all joined in. It was chaos.” Ackles explained the previous comment to the women, with a few men scattered here and there. “My kids and Y/N versus his herd and him. We needed an ark to get to the tables. They soaked everything.” His hand panned across the people in front of him, emphasizing how far the damage had spread. “Everything. Gen thought they were going to kill each other.” Jared cackled. Remembering the look on his wife's face. “Y'all know how we had to stop pranking each other, right? 'Cause it was so deadly? That's what they should be doing. Instead, she's become this...epic battle partner. I'm thinking they'll start the next apocalypse before this is over.” A proud nod confirmed it. Jared wouldn't give in until the world ended. Or, he had to go back to work. Whichever happened first.

“Do you prank Y/N?” Someone shouted, catching his attention.

“Do I... Do I prank her? Are you kidding? Do I look stupid?” More laughs filled the air as he shuddered something fierce. “Misha? Absolutely. He doesn't fight back.” His fingers tacked off each point. “He doesn't live in my house. Doesn't hang out with my kids. I like not having to worry about her sicking my spawn on me in retaliation. They'd do it in a heart beat, too.” And most importantly, it kept the professional barriers somewhat in place. “Yeah, no, Y/N and I don't....we're not...” Weren't anything other than co-parents, employer and employee, and almost friends in an odd sort of way. How's that for complicated?

“As fun as I am,” Jared finished, saving him, again. Hoping that the fans wouldn't take that last statement as he had started to. He covered his own look of interest before diving back into the panel. “Now, that we went way off topic....who's next?”

–

“How did the 'mom' thing even start?” You asked in confusion, scrolling through your Instagram notifications. Your feet thrown over the back of the couch as you sprawled. Making yourself quite at home in the Ackles house. The selfie you'd posted while cleaning the damage the girls had caused was packed.

Not that you weren't used to it by that stage. The moment Danneel had tagged you in a post, it had been over. You'd been stalked and fawned over by some. When she passed? You'd been flocked for updates about the Ackles family.

It had taken a year for you to gather the courage to begin posting again. Once you did? The fandom clung to you for offering small pieces of what life was like inside the Ackles' household. Needing to have that sense of closeness to the supernatural family, still, even with a member gone.

The simple image of you with Oscar resting his head on your lap as you sorted the makeup away had garnered the usual 'queen', 'mom', and 'I love yous' mixed with the occasional trash talker. Once Jensen had commented saying he wanted his dog back when he got home? It had grown worse. When you told him that he'd have to fight you for the golden doodle? The post had blown up. The fans demanding to know if you and him had something going on.

Apparently his panel had only cemented the idea, somehow. You hadn't watched it. Leaving you to only wonder what he'd said to garner that response. Sure it had simply been taken out of context.

You scrolled on, determined to find some answers. A few flicks of your fingers and fate intervened. The phone slipped to your face. Making you wince all the while. As if life had directly told you that social media was bad for your health.

With a sigh, you tossed your phone to the couch. Trying to not let the extreme Danneel and Jensen fans get under your skin. Too many 'you'll never be her' comments filled your mind. More than enough 'stop trying to take her place' had you questioning where you stood. You were doing everything you could to get what was needed done while not dancing on your deceased friend's toes.

Did the world really not understand? Were you really any better off than they suggested? The small crush said you weren't.

“No idea,” Genevieve stated seriously, walking towards the grey couch you were occupying with a pile of healthy snacks loaded up. Pulling you from the internal struggle. She'd been extra conscious of what she was putting into her body since she'd discovered the newest pregnancy. “I just kinda...roll with it.”

She and the kiddos were bunking with you. Tag teaming was so much simpler when the baby exhaustion hit. And it gave the both of you some grownup time together when the men were away.

“It's so strange,” You picked up one of the grapes with your fingers before plopping it in your mouth. Giving up on trying to understand the fact that you'd become an icon of sorts- and the ramifications- for simply nannying some, albeit great, kids.

At your friend's next words, you choked, “So...what's the deal with you and Jensen?”

“It's the same as its always been,” Came the broken words as you got back a hold of yourself. Brushing it off. “Why?”

“Just curious,” That wasn't it. The cool, actress's poker face she wore said as much. But, you were too sensitive to call her out on it, just then. Luckily, she changed gears. “I can't believe that this is it...The last season is being filmed this year.”

The CW had finally pulled the plug on the Winchesters once it had hit adulthood. The boys had found out in a meeting that morning. They'd known it was coming. Had even agreed to it. And yet? Hearing the finality of it? Was another nail in the coffin.

“Eighteen seasons...It's crazy.” Your hand ran through your hair as you looked at the old episode on screen. Sister Jo stood off against Michael!Dean. The tension in the scene was palpable. It didn't hurt to watch it, anymore. Instead, you focused on the fact that she'd been doing what she loved with the man she'd been head over heels for. “How's Jared holding up?”

“He's zeroed in on the kids. Telling himself that it's going to be good for us in the end.” Her hand rubbed over her still flat stomach. “But, he's definitely feeling it. He's been Sam for so long... Saying goodbye is hard.”

“That it is,” You agreed, frowning at the screen. Wondering how Jensen was taking the day.

He hadn't said a thing to you when he'd checked in. Simply had asked for an update on the household before he crashed. Dean had become his crutch. Without the Winchester in his life, you weren't quite sure what he'd do with himself.

Ackles had a passion for directing and acting. There was no doubt about it. But, Supernatural had become everything when his life had turned upside down. It had given him the consistency he'd needed to get through. And while things had been okay for a time? It would be just another major thing he was losing.

Your socked foot rubbed over the soft fur of Icarus. The cockapoo was up there in age. He'd been diagnosed with congestive heart failure at sixteen years old. The white, fifteen pounds of floof didn't let it deter him, though. A couple of pills a day kept him comfortable and loved for as long as he could be. But, it had gotten under Jensen's skin, too.

It made your stomach churn to think about how fast the negative could pile up on already weakened shoulders. And yet, he wanted you to step back. Having time away from him had cleared your head. Allowed you to see his side of things. Maybe it was time to give him some room to breathe. To let him process everything on his own. After all, you were just the nanny...

–

“Dad!” Three voices shouted in unison when the door opened. Ditching their place at the table as Jensen stumbled in with a wide smile on his face. Each kid got a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

When they tried to talk over each other, he slowed them down, gently with a, “One at a time.” And, miraculously? It worked. He was informed of everything he'd already had reported to him. Only this time? In child perspective. Which made it dramatic. Completely over the top. Just the way he liked it.

A nod your way was all you received as you slipped past the scene; lifting his bag for him so that no one tripped over it. Including the bumbling dog that was trying to get a kiss in, himself. Oscar had missed his human while he'd been gone.

The dog had been with Danneel's brother during her last pregnancy. She'd been too sick to handle the energetic buffoon while Jensen had been away, filming the show. Gino had fallen in love with the pup. Keeping him...until he thought Jensen needed him more. Returning him back to the Ackles' home solemnly. Oscar had, once again, latched back onto the head of the house with a fierce loyalty that most wouldn't expect from a fluffed up mixed breed. The affection was mutual. Jensen's hand stilled the squirming beast with a simple pet to the top of his curled head as you left the chaos.

Jensen's room was clean. A feat that wouldn't last long once he started unpacking. Bed made up, clothes lined nice and neat, with just a hint of his cologne still lingering in the air from before he'd left. You dropped the duffle on the mattress and turned away. Only to catch sight of the image beside his pillow. It held the dogs, his wife, and the kids all surrounding him. Everything he loved in one picture. His family.

Slowly, you slid the door shut and returned back to the reunion, “Dinner's ready if you're hungry.” You smiled softly at the way he ensured each kid knew that they were loved before climbing back up to his feet. Lumbering after you to get the food while it was still hot.

“Spaghetti,” The actor rumbled in excitement, sniffing the air as he approached the table. His lips smacked hungrily. He was a sucker for a pasta with a good meat sauce. “The wardrobe ladies are gonna be mad at me, later, but I'm piling it up.” He hadn't exaggerated. The flight had left him hungry. “God, this is good.” Came the Dean-like groan as he chowed down. Forgetting that he didn't have to eat like a man who had lived off of nothing more than pizza and beer.

“Dad!” The tiny, disapproving tone left J.J with ease. “You're not supposed to talk with your mouth full.”

He gulped down the food, and smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, J-bird.”

“It's okay. Just try to remember,” The words were so Danneel that you couldn't help but to smile gently at them. She was going to be trouble as she continued to age. But, you had faith she'd be pretty great in the end. Hell, they all would if the night was any indication.

If he was upset about the show ending, he didn't show it. Even after the kids retired for the night and he helped clean up, he didn't say a word. The only thing you got was a pat on the back and a low “goodnight” that made your skin prickle before you returned your own.

Part Four

ODAAT: @winchester-ofthe-lord​​ @smoothdogsgirl​ @ima-be-a-mongoose​ @briagallen​

Dean/Jensen: @akshi8278​​ @screechingartisancashbailiff​​

Forever: @dean-winchesters-bacon​​ @supernaturalginger​​ @lilulo-12​​​ @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce​​ @malfoysqueen14​​​  @michealneedssomemilk

[randomsmilingpotatoes]

Things TJ and Cyrus Do As Boyfriends

(just random cute things that are probably all [entirely unintentionally] inspired by fanfics but i wanted to make a list lol)

watch literally any genre of movie from romances to documentaries and actions to comedies

play video games; they’re both good at different games so they surprise each other with their skills and thrash the other one before teaching each other how to improve

have cute picnic dates in the park where they alternate between who prepares the food and surprises the other with their spread

study dates where cyrus has to force tj to focus but sometimes he gives in and they get distracted kissing and talking

cyrus takes tj clothes shopping to help him buy a nice shirt

tj takes cyrus to the museum to watch him be cute and look at dinosaurs but it ends up being cyrus watching tj be cute and look at everything because he becomes fascinated with the history

so tj ends up taking cyrus to an aquarium so he can watch him be cute and look at fish and buy him something from the gift shop

double dates with buffy and marty

always cheering on buffy’s team together

walking through the park together when tj randomly picks up cyrus and runs to make cyrus squeal with excitement

tj goes to a big jewish family event and cyrus is worried about officially introducing him as his boyfriend but tj is so charming that it goes really well and they invite tj to everything after that and ask cyrus about him all the time

tj discovers that andi and buffy started referring to them as tyrus and starts saying it all the time himself

making faces at each other across the room in class and then tj does a flirty wink and cyrus goes red but smiles and raises one eyebrow which gets tj told off by the teacher for grinning too much in class

they both pretend to forget their anniversary but then it turns out have both planned elaborate surprises

cyrus isn’t too keen on going to the beach but tj encourages him and it ends up being one of their favourite dates ever

they make sure to do couples costumes at every opportunity from now on except they get ready together so that no kira incident happens again

prom comes up in high school and cyrus doesn’t think tj would feel comfortable going with him but then tj does one of the cheesiest but cutest promposals ever

tj comes to pick him up on the night and they have a typical cinderella moment where tj gets a little choked up seeing cyrus in a suit even tho he has multiple times before

cyrus gets extremely stressed before going to tj’s house for dinner with his family the first time but tj holds him and reassures him and cyrus ends up having heaps of fun though he still relays everything to andi and buffy afterwards to make sure he didn’t embarrass himself too much and can actually go again

cyrus stopping in to tj’s work and joining in sometimes as a student with the kids and sometimes as the worker with tj

cyrus, tj and buffy trio hanging out

tj becoming so comfortable with his sexuality and proud of his relationship that even homophobes have nothing to say to them

cyrus discovering that tj has nothing but rap music on his phone so he starts sending him a variety songs to listen to and tj downloads them all and listens to them constantly

as a result of this, he decides they will have an impromptu dance party in which they dance and laugh their heads off like the adorable idiots they are

everywhere they go, cyrus knows exactly what he will order but tj makes a point of trying something new every time to the point that he starts having the most random customized orders; as a result cyrus doesn’t know if he’s more embarrassed or more in love

cyrus finds it weird that tj suddenly becomes close with andi but it turns out shes helping him make a gift for cyrus in andi shack

after this tho they hang out all the time and cyrus ends up receiving a lot of bracelets which he in turn goes and makes for tj as well

cyrus comes up behind tj and knocks his basketball from under his arm every time he meets him at the basketball court. tj starts to expect this but doesnt stop him bc he finds it so cute that cyrus gets so proud of himself every time; instead he teasingly chases after him and hugs him from behind before stealing his ball back with a loving grin

they forget to take photos together half the time because they have so much fun but every single photo they take becomes a new favourite that they both look at all the time

sometimes they just lie together talking about everything and they completely lose track of time because it’s just pure bliss

whenever they watch something on the tv tj purposely does the whole yawning-and-putting-an-arm-around-cyrus thing and cyrus just smiles and nestles into position with his head on tj’s chest and tj kisses cyrus softly on the head before hitting play

theyre just so cute i could go on forever

[fictional-scenarios]

Hq, BB & Homestuck matchup? I am a straight female 5'3" tan skin, dark eyes, & black hair. I'm a Scorpio & INTJ Slytherin. I wear glasses & I'm considered as smart. I'm a social introvert. I value my alone time but I like talking to people. I'm described as sarcastic, salty, & blunt but I can be dorky when my fangirl side comes out. I'm very competitive & want to be the best. I can be scary at first but I'm pretty nice & chill. My interests are art, music, writing, roller skating, anime, & kpop.

ooooh homestuck! i havn’t answered any of those yet, thanks for being the first! -mod cassie

Homestuck

I pair you with Sollux Captor 

Introvert ². Since you’re both fairly anti-social, a large portion of your relationship is spent indoors with just the two of you hanging out alone, enjoying each other’s company and the fact that it’s just the two of you. While Sollux rarely ever has anyone over since he too values his time spent alone doing whatever it is he does, he make some exceptions for you because he finds that he actually enjoys your company and being around you. That says a lot given that this is Sollux we’re talking about, and even if sometimes you two hanging out is done in silence, the both of you left to your own devices, it’s still a shock to his friends that you’re there often.

He likes sarcastic and dark humored banter so you being on the saltier side is great for him. He can tease you and insult you jokingly without the fear of backlash from you taking it to heart. He can look forward to a witty comeback on your part, and he thrives on the moments you two go back and forth at each other. To spectators it may seem like your relationship is a tad bit unhealthy and bully-oriented, but the both of you understand each other’s boundaries. 

But then again, Sollux is sort of an asshole after all. Should he accidentally step over those boundaries and offend by saying something shitty he really didn’t put any thought into, he would not immediately own up to it. He’d sooner say you’re being over dramatic and he was just joking than acknowledge that he hurt you and own up to it by apologizing.  However, with time, if you give him the cold shoulder enough he may come to accept his fate and begrudgingly say he’s sorry and he won’t do it again. He’s being honest when he says this! He can be a jerk sometimes but once he gets past that first ‘shit, sorry I said that’ he’s sure not to tread back on that same territory so he can avoid hurting your feelings and feeling that same ‘I fucked up’ guilt.

As your inner fangirl side comes out, Sollux may roll his eyes and tease you for it, tauntingly saying you’re being obnoxious about things that don’t even matter. To him, doing things like this also ties into his whole ‘you’re being overdramatic’ but admittedly he does like to see you happy, and while watching you get excited about the things you love doesn’t exactly melt his heart he does find it cute. He may not understand why you love said thing so much but he won’t shit on your parade.

Sollux isn’t too competitive himself and mostly just sticks to talking about games and the things he knows a lot about, but if you taunt him enough he’ll get annoyed and will try to prove to you that he’s better than you at whatever it is you’re challenging. Luckily for you, Sollux is a handy guy but just happens to also suck at a lot of things. He’ll say that he wasn’t even trying in the first place should he lose.

Black Butler

I pair you with Ronald Knox

Ronald would be a fair match for you, even if his personality is a bit more contrasting than yours is. One of the biggest divides in your personas would be the amount of socialness between the two of you. Ronald is fairly high on the social scale and has no issue when he often finds himself drawing a lot of attention. It may be difficult at first to adjust to him but with time as you two grow closer, he finds that he may even be able to help you come out of your shell just a bit more. He doesn’t take you to huge events (unless you’d like to go- in that case he’d have a field day) but he likes to drag you along with him at smaller parties and gatherings. However, at times his socialness can become a problem as he has a small habit to occasionally ignore you, getting caught up in talking with other party goers and attendees. 

After these parties or whatever things you two attend he makes time for you and him to be alone so that you can unwind and relax with one another. He likes to be out and moving and would never really consider hanging out at home to be fun, but finds that with you it can be enjoyable. 

It’s no secret that Ronald is a very flirty person who likes to make the girls around him feel flustered. His flirtiness is actually a large portion as to why you two are together in the first place- at first he may have overlooked you but once you were zeroed in on he found you too attractive to let you be. No matter how scary you seemed at first and no matter how introverted you are, he found a way to work his way into your life and couldn’t be happier about it. Even after you two are together his flirts and comments don’t end, and he relishes in the times where he can make you blush over the smallest of things. He teases you a lot when his words get to you, and also loves when you reply with sarcasm. 

He adores when you get excited and hyped up over your interests. Given how intimidating you seem to people who don’t know you, in his mind it’s almost like a treat to know how you are when you’re passionate. To him it’s the cutest thing watching you go off about the things you like, and truly he could listen to talk about them for hours as he enjoys you being so open about it.

Though he himself isn’t too sarcastic or salty, he has no issue with you being so. Truthfully he finds it sort of funny when you go off on people or act snarky to them. Once in awhile if you’re sassing him he might reply back with something equally witty but that’s about it- there aren’t many times where you’ll exchange playful insults. However he is a master at fighting back with flirts as they seem to get under your skin easier than taunts. 

Ronald appreciates that you enjoy smaller things such as writing and arts, and especially music. He himself is a fan of finer arts but never really shows it, and subtly encourages you to indulge in your interests so he can see. If you’re an artist it’s likely he would want to see them even if you don’t show them to anyone. He doesn’t mean to pry but he gets excited and curious and accidentally ends up kind of forcing you to show him your skills (which he fawns over).

Haikyuu

I pair you with Tsukishima Kei

It’s likely that Tsukishima met through Yamaguchi, who in turn became your friend once you joined their class. At first neither of you were very talkative unless it was to Yamaguchi, and he was the main reason for any of your interactions at all. He was the mastermind behind bringing you two together, and it wasn’t easy. Tsukishima can be an ass to strangers (or even his friends at times) and you’re scary at first so there wasn’t much blossoming between the two of you until you guys warmed up to one another enough to become closer, then turn into something a little bit more than friends.

He teases you to hell and back over seemingly everything. It may seem like he’s bring cruel but he only does so because he knows you can handle it and he knows you’ll bounce something back right at him. Sometimes when the two of you are trading sarcasm and smartass remarks Yamaguchi might chime in and ask if everything’s okay since it really seems like you two are sort of bullying each other, but no, y'all are okay and are just having some fun.

At the calmer times since even Tsukishima can’t be sarcastic forever, he is capable of being pretty damn romantic when he wants to be and goddamn is it a treat. He might throw jabs at you here and there but it’s all lighthearted and never really has any strength behind it. He enjoys relaxing with you and chilling out on his days off and after practice, sharing your interests like favorite shows and genres.

Music is his life so if you happen to share his music taste he’s really excited and just dying to show you all the songs he likes. On the outside he may just say ‘cool’ and react pretty mellow about it, but don’t be fooled, he’s suddenly making mental playlists in his head and all the songs he can’t wait to make you listen to. All the songs you suggest to him in turn are his new favorites and he listens to them on repeat, and suddenly he’s thinking of you while listening to those old love songs he used to zone out at.

Tsukki might tease you and poke a little bit of fun when your more dorkier side comes out about the things you love, but it’s pretty easy to deter him and shut him up by bringing up his nerdy interests (such as his dinosaur collection). Like music, if you share his passions for dinos or show taste he’ll be happy to share his favorite movies and documentaries with you and all the while he’ll try to hide his emotions and seem like it’s not a big deal when it really is. All of his favorite things are shared and they’re being shared with one of his favorite people, what’s better than that. Sometimes you two get into some pretty deep conversations at 3 am about seemingly obscure topics and Tsukki would be lying if he said he didn’t love every single minute of it (even if it costs him some lost hours of sleep).

[spaceorphan18]

Finding Kurt Hummel: Prom-a-Saurus

Masterpost

3x19: Prom-a-Saurus

Hey, it’s the prom episode we always wanted -- dinosaur themed!  Oh wait, no we really didn’t.  This episode is frustrating on a lot of levels.  The fact that Brittany as a senior is basically ignored all season, only for this kind of thing to take place -- and dinosaur themed? Really?  Meanwhile, Rachel gets to be a special snowflake **rolls eyes**.  And we have about 50 couples in the background making out while our two queer couples still have to keep a good foot between them.  I don’t think this is a bad episode on its own, but man, especially at the time, I think as a fandom, we were about to lose our collective shit and it’s easy to see why. 

Prom Round 2

Will’s all excited that he’s having the glee club sing at prom again.  I know it’s been a while, but how about another round of Will ideas Kurt is less than impressed with.  Because this is literally his reaction to the news.  

Kurt: What that makes no sense. 

Kurt to Brittany after every thing she says regarding prom.  I’m with ya Kurt.  Nothing about this episode makes any sense.  

Oh, and Brittany bans hair gel.  Because she doesn’t like how Blaine looks.  How about stupidest plot line ever.  I’m sure, writers, you could think of a better way to free Darren’s hair.  But I digress.  At least Kurt’s a little WTF on Blaine’s behalf. 

Big Girls Don’t Cry

Rachel’s singing her woes on stage, and the Klaine boys come to join her.  It’s one of those rare times when the studio version is vastly different than the on screen version.  Kurt sing more on screen, but I hate to admit it, I think the studio version is better (the balance is better, and the sound is, overall, cleaner).  Anyway, the song is mostly about Rachel dealing with her shit, but Klaine get a nice moment to themselves in the full version of the song. 

Like the little school mate in the school yard We'll play jacks and uno cards I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to 'Cause I want to hold yours too We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds

I mean -- how adorable is this.  We barely get anything post-Dance With Somebody, but I enjoy that while we don’t always get to see their connection, the production was always all over the Klaine-ness, whether was giving them lines in the songs, or props, or costumes.  It’s kind of textured into the show.  

Kurt, Blaine, and Rachel all have their reasons for lamenting about prom.  Rachel doesn’t want to see her boyfriend go with his ex-girlfriend.  Which -- ya know what Rachel, I feel ya on this one.  

Kurt doesn’t want to go because of the high chance he could be crowned Prom Queen again.  And I mean, it’s a nice moment of reflection here.  Yeah, he held his head high, and was amazing at dealing with it -- but as he says here, it was humiliating.  And he has no desire to relive that traumatic experience again. 

And Blaine doesn’t want to go because of the ban on hair gel.  And there are two points I’d like to pull out of this little moment.  

First, yes, while Blaine is validly insecure about his hair, Kurt’s giggling a little bit about it.  Because to him, it really doesn’t matter what Blaine looks like -- it’s Blaine, and he loves Blaine.  And it kind of reminds me of a moment we’re going to get later on -- when Blaine has his bubble machine and Kurt says to Artie that ‘Blaine just has to have his bubbles’.  Idk how to describe it, but it’s one of those old married moments.  

The other is the commentary I’ve seen on Blaine’s line about them never seeing him without hair gel.  And while I do think this line is more so directed at Rachel, I do think it’s possible that Kurt’s never really seen Blaine without hair gel at this point.  Sex will make them sweaty, but the hair gel most definitely won’t be gone (and I actually don’t think they’re having as much sex as fanfic leads us to believe).  And I’m guessing that since it is such a sensitive matter to Blaine, he makes it a point to not show Kurt what he looks like with out the gel.  So yeah, Kurt’s definitely see Blaine naked -- but Blaine’s still controlling what that image is presented to be.  Interesting, huh.  

Anyway -- more on the point to this scene -- I’d like to point out that it’s Kurt’s idea not to go to prom.  I like that’s thrown out there as an option -- cause really, prom is not a thing everyone needs to experience -- and usually, it is overrated. 

Kurt’s face as Rachel explains the whole anti-prom idea.  Lol. 

And when Santana shuts them down. 

So -- there’s a whole lot of complicated stuff going on in this scene, because there should be an opportunity for people to not go to some over-hyped party, but Santana has a point when she shuts down Rachel saying it’s a pity play, at the same time, Rachel is going through a hard time, at the same time Santana’s later going to eat her words when she crowns Rachel prom queen, and it’s such a mess that I’m glad I don’t really need to spend time untangling it. 

Mostly, Kurt and Blaine have legitimate reasons not to go -- and I don’t think they should be forced to do anything they aren’t comfortable with.  But it is one of those awkward things -- do you go be with your friends because friends, or do you skip and just hang out with each other.  Kurt and Blaine don’t really explore the issue at hand, but I just wanted to point out that it was there.  

The Anti-Prom

I think there’s a better BTS still of this floating around somewhere.  

I have so many questions.  What exactly was their grand plan with this whole anti-prom? I mean, it’s obvious by their cluelessness that there wasn’t a plan.  But a hotel room? What did they think was going to happen, lol. 

Can we talk about Kurt’s outfit for a second?  It’s a stark difference from the previous year, which makes sense that Kurt would go the other way.  It’s also a much more relaxed and open look -- which is a little different for Kurt.  I mean, he’s in a safe place, so to speak, but I also think it’s part of Kurt being more relaxed with himself, too.  Also, I kind of love it.  

So -- the anti-prom starts off on a shaky foot.  Becky’s all about strip poker and giant orgies apparently, but Kurt’s quick to shut that down.  I find it funny how he reminds her that he and Blaine are gay -- as if this conversation had happened before.  Meanwhile, Rachel wants to do a fashion show, and Puck wants to watch porn.  Blaine looks like he’s bored already.  Kurt entertaining himself at first -- and man does he love that bed, cause all he does is bounce on it the whole time.  

So -- the anti-prom gets pretty boring really quickly.  And Kurt seems to be regretting, a little, that they didn’t go to prom.  I kind of love that he leaves to Blaine’s decision.  He might be feeling okay to go, but like last year, he’s not going to go without Blaine feeling comfortable to go. 

Oh right -- Blaine does specifically say to Kurt that he’s never shown Kurt what he looks like without a ton of hair gel.  Well -- I stand by all my original points above.  And I love Kurt’s little smirk.  He doesn’t really care.  He’ll take Blaine however he is.  And this is just one of those smaller moments that I just love between the two of them.  Cause they like each other and love each other. 

So Finn comes along and says they should all come to prom -- which they decided is more fun than doing nothing in a hotel room.  I have to wonder -- I’m assuming the hotel room is paid for that night.  Who gets it after prom is over? ;) 

I’m guessing based on the comments in season 4′s I Do -- that Kurt and Blaine definitely did not return home that night, lol. 

Real Prom

I’m kind of rolling my eyes at their entrance, standing literally in the shadow of Finchel.  So yeah, because Wemma kinda goes on the backburner, Finchel became the A-couple of season 3, and Klaine the B-couple.  Unfortunately, that meant that Klaine was tied in it’s parallels -- which will continue through season 4, but also not get as much as meat as Finchel does.  On the plus side, I think Klaine still works better for not being the focus, too. 

Anyway -- Blaine’s gotta wash out the hair gel, and Kurt’s being a supportive boyfriend.  

And then Kurt goes to dance with Mercedes during What Makes You Beautiful -- a song I really adore, even if it’s a One Direction song. 

It’s not that bad, Kurt, lol.  I don’t even think it’s that shocking -- but it is kinda funny.   

Kurt: I love finally getting to see the real you.  The man without the product.  And I want everyone here to know how proud I am of my brave, handsome, bushy-haired boyfriend.  

I think this quote speaks for itself, and is an understated, small yet romantic moment between the two of them.  And, I think someone’s getting most definitely laid after prom. 

God, sometimes Glee, I’d really like to bop you on the head with that scepter.  Obviously, what was done to Kurt last year was a mean prank.  Why relive that with making him crown next year’s winner?  Oh because the writers seem to get off on the idea of Kurt crowning Rachel prom queen.  **grumbles**  At least Kurt is not at all enthused during this.  

I like that there’s a moment where Kurt thinks he might actually have had another write in.  Poor bb. 

We’re not going to talk about Rachel being prom queen.  I have so many issues, it’ll fill up a whole other post.  

We do get a couple of shots with the two of them dancing -- and being flirty and having fun.  It’s kinda there.  And I do like Klaine in this episode, and there’s actually a lot of it! But yeah -- there is an imbalance that is very obvious when you watch the episode as a whole.  Finchel get to slobber all over each other during the whole episode.  Wemma and Tike get to kiss.  There are, literally, fifty or so hetero couples draped all over each other, and many of them are full on making out.  I didn’t need a Klaine kiss in this episode, but I didn’t need to see a bunch of close ups of people making out that I didn’t care about either.  And yeah -- Brittana is treated the same as Klaine -- lots of distance.  I understand the frustrating at the end of this season guys, I do.  

At least these two goobers are adorable. And at least we can deduce that these two probably did have a ton of sex afterwards ;) 

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine Advent Drabble - “You Must Bring a Hat” (Rated PG13)

After Blaine exposes Tracy to a G-rated version of his Tom Hardy infatuation for the hundredth time, Kurt finds a way to retaliate using a past obsession of his own. (1110 words)

Written for the Klaine Advent Drabble prompt ‘video’ and inspired by this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4LjEifKxzw&feature=youtu.be.

Read on AO3.

“Oops!” Tracy and Blaine recite in unison, then father and daughter giggle like giddy thieves. But Kurt, standing outside the partially open door, rolls his eyes. “Still,” they continue along with a third voice in the background, “Nigel’s party was worth the hassle, even if we were a little bit late.”

Blaine and Tracy applaud with gusto, as if they just watched Ian McKellen perform Macbeth. Or as if they haven’t seen this stupid video on Blaine’s laptop about one-hundred and thirty-six times. (As according to Blaine’s YouTube viewing history, and Kurt can’t even say with any certainty that Blaine watched it all those times with Tracy.)

“I don’t think I’ve ever danced with an elephant wearing a tutu,” Tom Hardy confesses to his sleepy target audience … and Blaine. “Or have I …?”

Tracy snickers, but Blaine laughs a little too loud, and an unamused Kurt decides that this must end.

“Hey, guys,” he says, sauntering into Tracy’s room like he hasn’t been standing outside this whole time.

“Hey, Daddy!” Tracy bounces onto her knees in bed, reaching out with grabby hands to hug her father.

“Hey, Kurt,” Blaine says, but with his eyes half-glued to the screen, watching the last few seconds of Tom wishing everyone a good night, so Kurt feels no guilt whatsoever for ignoring him.

“Time for bed, Trace.” Kurt tucks the girl underneath her comforter and kisses her forehead.

“Aw! Just one more video?” Tracy pleads, even though she yawns three times during that short sentence.

“Yeah,” Blaine pleads with her. “Just one more?”

“Nope,” Kurt says with a bit of snap. “It’s already past your bedtime. Both of you.”

“Better do what he says. It sounds like Daddy might be a little grumpy tonight,” Blaine whispers.

“Maybe you could do something to cheer him up,” Tracy suggests.

“Maybe,” Blaine agrees.

“I doubt it,” Kurt grumbles. He turns on Tracy’s nightlight, then blows her one last kiss before he and Blaine, cradling his laptop to his chest like a sacred relic, leave her bedroom.

“So,” Kurt says in a lowered voice, leading the way down the hall towards the stairs, “you watched that video again, did you?”

Blaine chuckles to himself at his husband’s irked tone. “I don’t see what you’re so upset about. CBeebies Bedtime Stories is a very popular kids’ show. We’ve watched other videos in the series,” Blaine says in his defense. “We’ve listened to Simon Pegg read “Chickens Can’t See in the Dark”, and we’ve watched David Tennant read “The Christmas Bear”, and James McAvoy read “The Dinosaur that Pooped a Planet” …”

“Yeah, but according to your history, after each one you watch Tom Hardy read “You Must Bring a Hat”,” Kurt points out, starting down the stairs.

“I can’t help it if it’s Tracy’s favorite story.”

Kurt rolls his eyes at that blatant exaggeration. “You know, it’s kind of creepy the way you’ve included our daughter in this Tom Hardy fetish of yours.” Kurt hurries down the last few steps and heads straight for his studio - not necessarily to outpace his husband, but being able to stay a step ahead is helping his mood.

“It’s not a fetish. As a fellow actor, I appreciate his work.”

Kurt stops at the door, turning to face him. “And as the man who once proclaimed that Tom Hardy might end up being your second husband?”

“Well” – Blaine smiles subconsciously, his cheeks turning bright pink – “I also appreciate his dreamy accent and his stunning eyes.”

“A-ha. Well, then.” Kurt walks into his studio and shuts the door in his husband’s face. Blaine sighs, nose to wood. He tries the door, but it’s locked.

“Kurt,” he says, jiggling the knob, “don’t be like this.”

“I’m not being like anything,” Kurt answers. “I have to return a call. I just want a little privacy.”

“Oh really?” Blaine says, not buying it one bit.

“Yes.”

“And who are you calling? Isabelle? Your Dad?”

Kurt doesn’t answer, but Blaine can hear Kurt inside his studio, dialing a number with his phone on speaker. After two rings, the call picks up. A man’s voice says, “Hello?”

“Hello, Taylor?”

“Yes?”

“Hi! This is Kurt. Kurt Hummel? I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you.”

“Kurt?” The man sounds tired, like Kurt may have woken him from calling it an early night. But suddenly he says, “Oh, Kurt!” bright and cheerful, as if this one phone call has made his day. “Yes! I’ve been waiting to hear from you!”

“Did I wake you?”

“Don’t worry about it. Not a problem. Thank you for returning my call.”

“Taylor?” Blaine mutters. “Who’s Taylor?” Blaine puts his ear to the door, raising an eyebrow at the familiar-ish voice. He wishes he wasn’t listening through the door. He can almost place it.

“I just want to start out by telling you … this is a little embarrassing … it’s been a dream of mine to work with you.”

“Same here. After I saw your last winter line, I have to say, I was smitten.” Taylor laughs. It sounds shy … and flirty. “I asked my agent then and there what I had to do to get my hands on one of your suits.”

“Did you really?” Kurt giggles. It also sounds flirty.

“Yeah. It’s no secret that I think you’re extremely talented.”

“Thank you. That’s very kind. I loved you in the Twilight series, by the way.”

“Ugh. You saw that, huh?” Another flirty laugh.

“I want you to know that I was Team Jacob all the way.”

“Team Jacob?” Blaine repeats in confusion. “What the … oh you’ve gotta be kidding me …”

“So, can I see you tomorrow?” Taylor asks, the question sounding more suggestive than it should, in Blaine’s opinion, if he’s just asking for a consult on a suit.

“Yes, sir. Anytime you want. I am open and available.”

Blaine knocks to remind Kurt that his husband is standing outside his door. “Kurt …?”

“You know, I know this is going to sound like a weird question, but I’ve always wondered … how do you feel about lilacs?”

“That’s not a weird question at all. I love lilacs.”

“Kurt …?” Blaine knocks louder.

“Wonderful! Because there’s a lovely secluded meadow right by my studio. I know it’s a little unconventional, but the weather’s been so nice lately. We can meet there, go for a stroll, look over some sketches …”

“That sounds incredible. Count me in.”

Blaine combines knocking with jiggling the knob again, ready to take the door off the hinges if he has to. “Kurt, that’s not … that’s not funny …”

[hoopyfrood]

as promised, here’s ur first glimpse of katm (@knightatthemuseum) fic 👌👌

i’ll be uploading this to ao3 too when i start uploading all the companion stories in order, but it’s relevant, and these events just happened a few days ago, so it’s only fair u guys get this one now! 😜✌️

posting several days after new years rami style lmao

also context for anyone confused: 

i run a natm blog set in an au where nicky goes to the british museum for his gap year and it posts in real time with what events are happening to nicky and lance, as well as fitting into canon as much as possible, and along with it im posting fics for backstory and extras!

no name for this fic just yet, so how about: sleepy boy parties too hard but its worth it because he’s gay as hell feat. sadly not enough tilly 

“Ah, a New Year’s Kiss! Isn’t that nice?”

Nicky blinked and looked over at Lance and then at the exhibits dancing and singing in front of them, following their gaze until he got distracted by some of the tiny figures from Pompeii doing a Mexican wave. It wasn’t unusual for him to become sleepy during his hours spent at the museum, and as he’d been to a party earlier that night he was now really ready for a good long nap.

However, he’d promised he’d stay up for the new year, so he was sat on the stairs with Lancelot, who had taken a break from dancing, while several exhibits were partying before them in the Great Court to a 70s playlist provided by his dad. Nicky had put his music on shuffle earlier, but museum folks just seemed to be fans of disco classics. Larry stayed for Hanukkah, and it’d been great hanging out with him, but he’d left earlier that day; he’d gotten himself a dog for company and his grumpy neighbour had only agreed to look after it for just over a week.

Lance had been more excited to see photos of the dog, Betsy, than to see Larry himself. It was understandable, though, his dad was still a little wary of Lance after their first encounter when they almost got all the exhibits, including themself, uh, killed. Also, Lancelot really liked dogs and had an impossible dream of owning one in the priceless artefact filled museum.

His dad didn’t need to be cautious though, Lance was pretty harmless, in Nick’s opinion. Take their sword away and they were just a slightly confused, unfairly attractive person who enjoyed reality tv a bit too much.

Said knight was elbowing him again, which was kinda painful as they were wearing their full suit of armour for the occasion. They grinned and pointed over at the two statues sharing shy kisses.

“Those lovely ladies over there, isn’t it nice?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Nicky knew he should’ve feigned more excitement as Lancelot instantly turned to look at him with a worried expression. He sipped the cider they were sharing and tried to look more awake. New Year’s was a great time for the museum exhibits as it wasn’t long since they’d woken up, so they were ready to party, but Nicky didn’t think it’d be more than a few hours until he passed out. He’d try and stay up and enjoy the celebrations till then, though.

“Nick, what’s wrong?” They didn’t even need to ask if he was okay, they knew each other too well by now.

“Just tired. I did all my partying earlier, and, you know, I love DJing but being on your feet for so long really drains you.”

Lance crunched a handful of crisps as they paused to think. “You should rest, then.”

“No, I’m alright, just don’t ask me to dance, I’ll probably collapse,” He chuckled, but Lancelot was still fixing him with a concerned stare. “Just kidding.” Nick clarified, patting them on the leg in reassurance before helping himself to some snacks too, opting for the bowl of pretzels between them.

“I won’t be dancing myself either, I keep getting made fun of by this very mean guy with freckles who refuses to dress up for the occasion.” Lance told him, sniffing and looking away, opting for being dramatic, as per usual.

“Hey, this is a new sweater, I made some effort!” Nicky jostled them in the side and watched the grin spread across their face again.  Lancelot could never remain serious for long without smiling, or just forgetting what they were doing.

“Armour is much more appropriate for an important event such as heralding a new year!”

“Not very practical though, at least I can dance in a sweater,”

“You’ve not gotten up to dance once! Half heartedly doing the hand movements to the macarena doesn’t count.”

“I’m tired! Look, my eyes are almost shut… can’t stay awake… time to collapse… ow!”

“You can’t miss the start of a whole new year, Nicky!”

“I’ll stay awake, just… don’t attack me with your evil metal fingers again.”

“What can I say? I have very well made armour. But my metal fingers will leave you be.”

“Deal?”

“Deal.”

The two shared a smile and then went back to snacking and watching the crowd of exhibits and their varied dancing styles. Tilly was teaching a cluster of people how to do the robot, with mixed results. She waved over to them excitedly and gestured to the exhibits next to her doing the awkward dance. Nicky and Lance both waved back in unison, Nick also giving her a thumbs up.

“When was your last New Year’s Kiss, Nicky?” Lance asked in interest, foot tapping to the music.

That took a bit of thought. “Uh… when I was fourteen and the only other boy who liked boys took pity on me at a friend’s party.” He smiled self deprecatingly as he remembered the girls avoiding him near the end of the night. He’d only recently come out as gay (later realising he was bi) and the only other known gay guy had given him a quick kiss before running off, leaving him alone to play a Pokémon game in the corner. Things hadn’t changed much, clearly, as before Lance found him he’d just been sat on his phone on the steps of the Court.

“That’s a long time ago.” Lance commented.

Nicky elbowed them in the side teasingly. “Not that it’s any competition, but when was your last kiss?”

To Nicky’s surprise, Lancelot turned the faintest bit pink. “William kissed my hand the night before he left, the same as I had greeted him.”

“Shakespeare?” Lance nodded in response to Nicky’s question. “Oh, I thought you were going to say Trixie or yourself or something.”

“Well, it was just a friendly gesture, I think it was, but it was nice of him.”

Lancelot wasn’t saying much which was an odd thing, as they usually wouldn’t shut up, but Nicky didn’t want to probe. They’d only recently gotten comfortable calling themself gay and being more confident in their sexuality: whatever it was, it wasn’t straight, and Nick didn’t want to push them to talk about crushes or anything. Will had gotten on well with Lance when he’d been part of the British theatre exhibition, and he’d been a surprisingly chill, flirty kind of guy who made terrible innuendos.

“That’s a long time with no kisses, though.” Lancelot was saying, and Nicky turned to see they were looking at him in thought.

“I guess. I’m used to it though, no big deal, man.”

“No, that won’t do,”

“Lance…” Now it was Nicky’s turn to feel heat rise in his cheeks. He didn’t know what Lancelot was planning but, oh man, he was already thinking of ideas and he really shouldn’t be thinking those ideas, they were ridiculous… but very welcome.

“Trixie! Come here, girl!”

Nicky breathed out a quiet sigh of relief. Then held his breath again as Trixie scrambled around the corner and sat at Lancelot’s side. She really was a loyal dinosaur, it reminded him of his friend Rexy, as boisterous as she had been, and it was a good thing they weren’t in the staff lounge for once as Trixie would probably have broken through the door frame and most of the wall to get to Lance.

“Now, give Nicky a kiss.” Lancelot commanded, clasping their hands together.

It was probably weird to not be scared by a giant triceratops looming down on you, but Nicky was used to it by now, having helped Lance train Trixie with the more difficult commands. The dinosaur butted her mouth against Nicky’s forehead then sat down again happily, and Nicky patted her side in thanks.

“Isn’t she a good girl? Yes she is! You’re a good dinosaur, Trixie!” Lance was saying, not in a cutesy voice like most people would use for a pet, instead they were proudly proclaiming how great she was while scratching her under the chin. After receiving the praise she wanted, Trixie ran off again in chase of something neither of them could see. It was New Year’s Eve, it was a party, neither of them could be bothered to run after her. Besides, she rarely broke anything lately, and if she did it was never any of the really important historical things.

It was a couple songs later after a comfortable silence between them when Lancelot spoke up again.

“Nicky, when are New Year’s kisses supposed to happen?”

“Uh, New Year.”

“Nicky!”

“What?” He smiled innocently while sipping his drink and avoided looking at his friend; he knew he’d lose his straight face pretty quickly if he saw Lance’s disgruntled expression.

Lance pushed some hair from their face so they could frown more clearly at him. “That’s not very helpful.”

“I’m not a very helpful guy.”

Nicky turned his head to give Lancelot one of his best teasing smiles, but just as he did he realised Lance was moving closer to him, their hands on his shoulders and then Nicky’s breath caught in his throat and… they kissed his eyebrow.

They both moved back quickly, Nicky now in utter confusion. What had just happened?

“You weren’t supposed to move.” Lance told him, and, now that Nicky was frozen due to being in mild shock and being held still by Lancelot, they kissed him lightly on the cheek, stubble brushing against his jaw.

“There. Happy new year!” Lance pulled away and patted him on the back, looking as though they felt very successful.

“Oh, right, happy new year, dude,” Nicky though of giving them a fist bump in return, then realised that would look a bit weird and he decided to just smile back before looking away.

Lancelot had no idea they’d just given him the best moment of his whole year and that was ridiculous, but it was also true, and he really wanted to run his fingers over where Lance had been against him and kissing him, and it was just his cheek, but, man, he suddenly felt wide awake. Nicky exhaled deeply and internally told himself to chill. He’d probably have handled himself better if he hadn’t had a few drinks. At least, he hoped so.

Lancelot looked completely oblivious, thankfully, to Nicky’s reaction. They were tapping both feet to the music now and picking the rocks of salt out of a pretzel with great concentration.

“Thanks, Lance,” Nicky told them, not sure if his friend had taken pity on him or just wanted to fulfil the tradition, but it was a nice end to the year. He wasn’t going to look into too deeply; the other was always an open person with expressing their excitement and love of their friends and things.

Lancelot patted him on the back, again, proving Nicky’s internal musings about their touchy feely nature correct, and nodded. “No problem. Everybody should get a kiss for New Years, I think.”

Nicky considered for the briefest of seconds kissing his friend back, but then mentally (and maybe physically? He wasn’t really sure what he was doing at that moment in time) shook his head to get rid of that thought. It was better to stick to their usual banter and move on.

Although… kissing for the sake of tradition was a pretty valid reason to do so. He wouldn’t have another chance for a year, and fuck knows where he’d be then.

Yeah, he might as well go for it.

“Guess you should get one too, yeah?”

He waited for Lance’s nod of agreement, then, as casual as he could be, Nicky held their jaw gently, and pressed a kiss to the side of their face. If he’d been somebody watching he would’ve walked over and slapped himself in the face; it reminded him of little kids shyly kissing each other during school recess or something. It was only for the sake of tradition, of course, but he felt a little nervous about it happening.

(Nicky was too busy keeping his eyes on Lance to notice, but later he’d be told that there was somebody watching, and it was Tilly, and she had been giving Nicky an unseen double thumbs up. She was very keen about setting people up in the museum, but unfortunately for her, it was just a casual thing.)

Lancelot looked surprised, but grateful, and they smiled. “Thank you!” Another person with a big crush on them might’ve been annoyed by how relaxed Lance was, but Nicky was glad to see them looking so happy and comfortable. It made him chill out, too.

Sometimes he was anxious about touching or hugging his friend too much, worried he was being too close, being too obvious about his feelings. He didn’t want to influence Lance, to make them feel they had to be anything other than good friends. So it was nice to just hang out, to get the warm buzz of alcohol in his body, to joke around and know that his friend was comfortable with the odd touch and hug, and kiss on the cheek. He really needed to start up a conversation to distract himself from thinking about moving his lips elsewhere.

“New Year’s Kisses are supposed to happen right as it becomes the new year,” Nicky told them, failing to think of anything to talk about but kissing. Great, not like that was weird. He was also pleasantly ignoring the fact he’d kissed them back way before midnight.

Lance didn’t seem to mind, though, they just looked thoughtful.

Everything had been a bit surreal, but it was hard to feel awkward around Lance, and even though Nicky was sure he was still blushing a tiny bit, the atmosphere was relaxed as ever. Well, he was used to the guy being close. It just happened that he’d liked this one action from them quite a bit more than all the hugs, though they were nice. Lance was nice, too, pretty great, actually. It was ten minutes to midnight now, and Nicky was glad to be spending the last few moments of 2016 with his closest friend.

“Well, hopefully I’ll get it right next year, then.” Lance replied with a nod, happiness returning as they munched on a pretzel and tapped their feet to Boogie Wonderland, while Nicky wondered if that promise would be fulfilled.

[ijusthavesomethingstosay]

I never write any of this down.

I started being scared that anyone would see it.

But today I can’t stand it anymore, so I’m going to fucking write it down.

Thank the whiskey.

About five years ago, I met you for the first time. I was talking to your best friend. Although I never talk about this, I was very nearly in love with him. He stopped talking to me, and I actually thought to myself that no one would love me, and I should kill myself.

You Facebook messaged me. It was cute. You still maintain the habit of drunk texting when you shouldn’t. So do I.

We talked. Became involved. I helped you to decorate your family’s Christmas tree. You posted an Instagram photo; a vague reference, nothing serious. We chatted about cats and the universe. I was a dreamer then.

I do not think you know this, but I was at my ex boyfriend’s house when you texted me and misspelled “herpes” (you said “herpies”) and I cried. There, at his house. I was afraid to lose you, already. I had just slept with him for the last time, and he had recently told me he could never be with me due to my having it.

Your friend, the one I saw everyday for nearly a month and cared about a lot, had told you this when he found out we were talking. I was furious. Embarrassed. You told me you did not care. And I loved you then.

On New Years’ Eve, you asked me to be your girlfriend. We were at a certain friend’s house, one known for having parties. I had with me one of my longer standing friends, whom I still value more than she knows. We popped champagne, ended up back at our friends’ house. The guy I had originally been talking to brought some girl, and the girl’s friend was a nightmare. Dramatic, bitchy, etc. Apparently it was crazy.

But I only remember hearing about those antics, because we were cuddled together for the first time. Your chest was hairy; you said it made you self-conscious, I told you I loved it. I did.

On the way home either that day or the next, I can’t remember…your car hit some number in mileage. You took a picture. I remember that much.

Over the next few months, you learned about me and I learned about you. We drank, partied. I met your friends. Although it didn’t happen so drastically at first, they became my friends too. I still miss them.

One night, we were lying in my bed at my dad’s house, a twin. This was maybe March, or April? We’d been drinking (shocker) and you told me you loved me while crying your eyes out. And I loved you too.

I had a pet rat named Lola. You came over. I had a paper due for my final semester of community college, for history. It accidentally got deleted, and I knew I’d have to start all over. You’d brought orange vodka of some sort. I cried from stress, and you told me it’d be okay. I woke up at 7 a.m. and rewrote that paper, because it was indeed okay.

You are one of the only people in this world that can make me jealous. During this time period, while you were working for the “patient first”-type clinic, there was a girl you knew who was bitchy and just a little too close for comfort. I regret my pettiness towards her, just so that you know.

Around this time, we went over to a friend’s house to roll molly and drink a little. Our friend proposed an orgy…I didn’t hear, but saw him suggest it. Knowing what I had, and both of our comfort levels, you declined for us. Thank you for that. It was still a blast. We went to sleep together, and made love. And I loved you so much.

On April Fool’s Day, we were at your parents house, in the basement. Large flowers painted over heated floors. You played a joke on me: “It’s not working out.” I said okay and got ready to leave. You stopped me, “No no no, it’s a joke.” I didn’t get it, and I don’t now. You said, “You were just going to go!” or something to that effect. I told you I didn’t like to stay where I wasn’t wanted. It’s true.

Over that summer, I felt awkward about being friends with what would become our mutual friends. I felt judged. This wasn’t without warrant; the girls in this group had been harsh to me, and at one point even found out what I had and used it to slander you to your friends. And you loved me anyway.

Eventually, we did all get together. A girl in the group that you had previously talked to treated me like shit but then was friendly. I was uncomfortable, but tried to make it work. I so badly wanted to be liked, to be someone you could have around their friends. It took so long, but it ended up okay.

In the beginning of August that year, we went to Cedar Point in Ohio. It was a blast, if not a little bit dramatic when our friends that were a longtime couple argued a good deal. They’re not together now. Then again, neither are we. I still have that dinosaur hat at my dad’s. You took a video while on one of the roller coasters.

Shortly afterwards, we went to Mexico. You’d bought the trip earlier in the year. It was something to look forward to. And it was so much fun. We took very few pictures, and drank very much tequila and rum. Your drink was madras, mine was mojito. Five at a time, up to the room. Tipping the bartender in pesos like it was going out of style. We met a few older couples, vowed to come back at the same time of year to see them. We never did.

We came home, to the house we had just moved into together with a friend of mine and a few of her friends. She and I were working at the same restaurant, and for the most part it was alright. I started drinking way too much. Our house got broken into (but that’s its own story.) Tensions built over my extreme allergic reactions and my inability to cope with the idea that I could die.

My friend’s birthday was in the fall, and we went to the club. You were invited, but declined the offer. I came home to nearly 15 Bud-lights next to the bed. Several days later, I found in your computer a search for finding “women in your area” or some shit. I was so upset. I showed my friend, and she told me she didn’t trust you with me. She would tell me that again, too. I asked you about it and you lied.

That New Years’, we had a party at our house. I got so drunk that I threw up everywhere and had alcohol poisoning until 8 p.m. the next day. Since New Years’ day was our anniversary, that was really shitty of me. I’m sorry I ruined it like that.

But the thing is, you just turned on a movie and made me stuff to eat or drink. The movie was Elysium. You made me hot tea to drink even though we both knew I’d throw it up. I was a mess. I loved you.

Things got worse. “The confrontation” (and I know you know what I mean) occurred and I called out of work to move out. You did not follow suit. You stayed living with my friends for the final couple of months they were willing to have us. Three days after I moved out in February of ’14, I told you that I felt as though you didn’t care about me as much as I did about you. You said you thought I was right.

I told you you ought to come do this in person, because I refused to have a text exchange. We cried in your car for ages.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I just loved you so much.”

I came inside, to my new basement room at my dad’s, and was unaware for a while afterwards that you had come in and told my dad that I was wonderful and it was you, not me. Of course this did not un-break my heart, and the rest of our relationship was predicated upon this incident.

I talked to a couple of guys while we were apart, one old one new. Slept with both of them, was very unfulfilled. Missed you.

During this time, I was the most sober I’ve been before or since for years. Sadness overcame me, I couldn’t eat or sleep. I was waiting tables full-time. My manager told me I looked like I’d lost weight, and asked if I was okay. I said yes. I lied.

I sat in that basement, listening to “Don’t think twice, it’s alright” on repeat. I didn’t care about anything at all, except for the fact that you didn’t care about me.

Sometimes, you would come over with beer and have what felt like pity sex with me. It was a glimpse of hope and a terrible wash of grief.

Just as I started to get over you (not truly, but I mean that I was eating again) there you were. Back again. I loved you so fully it was an obvious choice. This was in April or May.

At a party:

“It’s so good to have you back.”

“I was an idiot.”

We went to a party at our friends’ house, and took a small dose of mushrooms. It was a beautiful summer day and a great time. I started to really become close with our friends that summer, and as a consequence of that, I was drunk a lot. But I was so happy.

In July, your retina detached. It was scary. I met our friends at a local bar to talk with them about it and hang out. The friend I used to talk to got way too drunk and I drove him home. Actually, to our friends’ house. We sat in his basement, and this guy said to me “No one would know if we had sex right now.” I said, “I would know…”

I told you about this, and although you weren’t happy you weren’t displeased enough to say anything to him.

August that year, I went to a festival with our friends but not you. You never wanted to go do things with everyone. That was fine, but I just missed you when you weren’t there.

That fall, we went to the Renn Fest. It was fun, but we were very drunk; and that same friend of yours was extremely flirty with me. I don’t remember this part, but I heard from others he kissed me. He was dating my sister’s good friend. We walked back to your car, and you drove us home. You didn’t care to say anything to either of us.

Since I didn’t remember him kissing me, I didn’t think much of this. But later, I did hear. And besides being upset with myself and the situation, it occurred to me that you didn’t care that it had happened. I was deeply hurt.

That winter, we did a lot of drugs. That New Years’, we missed the ball drop because we were in the bathroom doing coke. My sister was there that night, I believe, and at another party at that friend’s house shortly thereafter. You all rolled together and took pictures. She called you her brother, and you called her your sister. It warmed my heart. I still look at those and want to cry.

Not long after this we laid in bed in the upper level of our friends’ house. I started a dialogue that would have been heartbreaking, if I wasn’t already so numb.

“Do you still not love me the same as I love you?”

Silence.

“I don’t think so, no.”

“I can’t even cry. I’m out of tears.”

“I’m sorry.”

Also that winter, there was a party at which I left with a few people to go to a different house. That same friend I used to talk to kissed me, but this time I didn’t stop him. I felt guilty but knew you didn’t care about me, so I drunkenly came back and told you. When I didn’t remember telling you in the morning, you wouldn’t come near me. I asked you why you cared so much when you’d made me want to kill myself before.

“You’re right.”

“I know.”

You left, and later we met back up. All returned to “normal.” Somehow.

At this point, it’s March 2015. Things were decent again for a while. My sister and I attended our grandmother’s memorial service, and her friend found out while we were out of state that her boyfriend had kissed me at the Renn Fest. It was a whole big thing. It made me seriously question why I was part of this friend group.

That summer, you came to a festival with us. The first day was great. We have so many great pictures from that day. I still really love them. See some of them on your Instagram, if I’m not mistaken.

The second day was a different story. We argued before we even left the hotel. You didn’t want to go. I didn’t know how to help. We weren’t good at working things out. Obviously.

That summer, I had had a talk with our friends late late at night about my potential and my plans for my life. I had decided to go back to school. Shortly after the festival, I did just that.

The stress of school really got to me. I was also doing too much Adderall. My classes were difficult for me considering the fact that I had been out of school for two years. You were living farther away, and never wanted to visit me at my house. I came to you a lot of the time.

I felt like our friends didn’t like me anymore. Really, I felt like you didn’t like me anymore.

I was hanging out with a guy that really liked me, that I had to turn down. I had had a few drinks, but I couldn’t be around him anymore. I got a DUI leaving his house. You picked me up. You held me all night on the floor when I said I wanted to die. And even though I knew we would never be all that we could be, and that I never would get through to you, deep inside where the true you lived, I loved you. And I needed you, and you were there.

A week later, I broke up with you. I brought a frozen pizza to your house. For the first time in so long, ironically, you came up behind me and hugged and kissed me and I actually felt you loved me. But it was too late. I knew what I was going to say, and couldn’t hold back.

“I’ve been sad for a really long time.”

And so it began. The first night of us crying and just sitting there not knowing how to fix our relationship or ourselves. It didn’t feel like missing you, because I had already been missing you for a year and a half.

I came over a few more times, and we’d cuddle or have sex. Once we rolled and I told you loving you was like loving a black hole. It was honest, but I still regret it. You should have seen your face.

Eventually, this stopped. You found a girl, and dated her for a while. I also found a guy. I didn’t think we wouldn’t be able to be friends, but I was wrong. She didn’t like us being friends, so we weren’t.

We had a long talk on Instagram about all of this and then you dropped off. I was furious. I listened to Adele on repeat for weeks. I couldn’t handle it. And I realized that I loved you still.

I was in Atlanta with my boyfriend when you texted me again.

“I broke up with her, I was wrong. You were one of my best friends” etc., etc.

I was overjoyed of course. I missed you a whole lot.

I saw you so much these past five months that I don’t remember the first time I saw you again, but it was relief embodied. You don’t know how much someone means to you until you’ve considered them dead and gone, and then there they are. It nearly stops your heart.

You helped us move. You met my boyfriend. We’ve talked so much. Some of it has been sad, and some happy. The main takeaway is that not a whole lot has changed here in terms of the fact that we’re pretty important to each other. I’ll spare you the details you already know, but tears have been cried. Three weeks ago after your birthday celebration I cried the hardest I have in years. Things were said. Neither of us has a solution.

Today, two years (in two days) after my DUI, and almost two years after our break up, you went out of your way to tell me you’ve been talking to someone. I stand by my assertion that I want you to be happy, but I think that I have found a new threshold for heartbreak.

We have missed each other again and again for five years. I cried today and felt pathetic. I don’t want this feeling, but I know how I feel. It’s not fair to you or to me or to anyone in my life.

When I said I wouldn’t say things that weren’t “fair,” I meant that it’s not fair of me to be sad that you have someone new. It’s not fair of me to love you so much I feel sick to my stomach, because I moved away and I have a new life. I tried to let you go, and damn it, I thought I had.

When I almost crashed my car, and you cried on my floor all night; I loved you.

When we went on vacation to a resort in the mountains, and all we needed was each other and the bitter cold; I loved you.

When I soaked your bed through with my wet bathing suit and you put up with me; I loved you.

When we had to pretend we didn’t cuddle all night because we weren’t “allowed” to sleep in the same bed; I loved you.

When we walked to the beach in the cold to smoke, and looked at the stars; or drove home from the airport listening to the Killers; or walked in on your mom crying on the floor; or you had to park your car at the bottom of my dad’s street and they left a snarky note on it; or you gave me your high school picture with your baby picture attached when we moved in; or you told me that if you weren’t “good at sex” I wouldn’t want to be with you…I loved you.

I could not begin to actually remember all the good and bad things that have happened between us. It’s just so much. I spent so much of my time drinking myself into oblivion because I thought you didn’t give a shit about me, and then today you went out of your way to tell me you were talking to someone new.

It’s fucking funny, because I still don’t know how you really feel. And I love you still.

xx