#i might spin again later but like literally the move right after this didnt do anythign either

[hattiestgal]

It ain’t exactly a spell, buuuut…

Have a surprise Metronome from Pokémon!

Whatever move pops up gets used on the both of us, so in case something like, say, Hyper Beam, pops up, then at the very least I’ll join you in getting obliterated…

But that’s not gonna happen right off the bat, haha! Haaa….hopefully…

(Here’s the random move generator to simulate Metronome: https://perchance.org/pkmgen)

Oh uh, Riley got Psywave, which after looking it up, apparently has literally no effect in current generations??

[ifmywishescametrue]

WAIT I DIDNT KNOW YOU SHIPPED SAMTONY TOO!!! another oneeee #13 "I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you." for samtony

samtony is a very pure ship 😌 thank you for sending a prompt, and I hope you like it!

It starts on a perfectly average Tuesday morning.

“Why do I do this to myself?” Sam pants out, folding himself in half with his hands on his knees. “Every damn time I say it's the last time, and every damn time here we are again.”

Bucky claps a hand on his back and almost knocks him over with one touch. “Maybe you're a masochist, Sammy.”

Sam feebly flips him off, walking off the elevator on jelly legs. “I told you not to call me that.”

“You let Tony call you that,” Bucky points out, following him towards the kitchen.

"I actually like him. We're friends."

“That's offensive. I'm literally your best friend. Your favorite person. The Abbott to your Costello. The Tom to your Jerry. The Lucy to your Ethel.”

Sam snorts, “You're not even my favorite hundred year old man in this building. Also, if anyone’s the Lucy here, it’s me.”

Bucky scoffs, but whatever retort he had coming cuts off when they enter the kitchen. “Oh, damn, are those banana pancakes?”

He reaches for one on the top of the stack, and Tony slaps his hand away with the spatula. “Where are your manners, Barnes?”

“You’ve got like ten there,” Bucky whines. “Why can’t I have one?”

“You can have one when it’s your turn.”

Bucky gives him a dramatic pout that has no effect, and Sam laughs at the scene as he collapses into the stool next to Nat at the peninsula. She gives him a raised eyebrow and a quirked lip at the complete lack of grace.

Tony flits through the kitchen, exchanging lighthearted quips with Bucky as he goes. He has on an apron that Clint gave him at Christmas last year, covered in snowflakes and purple hearts with arrows through them in a mimicry of an ugly Christmas sweater pattern. Underneath it is a t-shirt dotted with Captain America shields, and the sweatpants have a cartoon version of the War Machine suit on the thigh. As usual, all of the colors clash.

A mug of coffee is placed in front of Sam with a small smile before Tony returns to the stove, and Sam is still drinking the first sip when he comes back with a plate of pancakes for him, topped with just the right amount of syrup and a dollop of whipped cream. Tony’s gone again before he can even finish saying thank you.

“Why is it his turn before me?” Bucky complains, and Sam laughs again through his first mouthful at how petulant he sounds.

“I like him the best,” Tony says, sending a wink Sam’s way. “And they’re for him, anyway. Your favorite, right?”

Sam’s eyes widen a bit in surprise. He doesn’t remember telling him that. “Uh, yeah, they are. How’d you know that?”

Tony shrugs, “I pay attention.”

He hands Bucky a plate of pancakes with another jab at his lack of patience, and the moment passes as quickly as it came, but it keeps happening after that.

Tony pays attention to him.

Maybe it was happening all along, before that morning with the pancakes, but just too subtle for Sam to take notice at first. Now that he has, though, he sees it all the time.

The next is just a few days later, when Tony knocks on his door holding a small, nondescript black box.

“What’s this for?” Sam asks, taking it from Tony’s hand. He doesn’t get an answer before he opens the lid to a simple, leather-banded watch. It’s nothing overtly expensive, nothing that screams ‘gift from a billionaire,’ but it is exactly something Sam would have chosen for himself.

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you,” Tony says simply. “Figured it would go well with that suit Pepper picked for you for the gala tomorrow night.”

Later, Sam will realize that Pepper had nothing to do with the suit choice that fit him perfectly, but for now he runs a thumb over the dark brown leather and says, “Yeah, it will. Thanks, Tony.”

“No problem,” Tony replies, and he lingers in the doorway for a while longer, lower lip between his teeth. Sam is about to ask if there was something else he came here for when Tony claps his hands together and says, “Well, I should get going. Workshop things to do and all that. I’ll see you at dinner.”

He disappears quickly, and that becomes part of it, too. Never dwelling on it when he does something just for Sam. Fleeing if he can, but sometimes staying when that’s what Sam needs instead.

“You look exhausted,” Tony says, and Sam manages a grumble from where he’s slumped on the living room couch, rubbing a hand over his bruised abdomen.

The mission took longer than either him or Bucky expected, and the fights were more intense. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out type of deal. Infiltrate the base, take out the lower level minions, and apprehend the leaders. But the intel wasn’t as accurate as they were hoping, and there were nearly double the number of enemies than predicted. No major injuries for either of them, but he’ll be sore for at least a few days. Bucky’s cuts and bruises healed on the way home.

Sam doesn’t notice that Tony left until he comes back with ice wrapped in a kitchen towel. He places the ice right on the worst spot over his ribs, holding it there until Sam replaces his hand with his own.

“It’s getting pretty late,” Tony remarks. “You should probably head up to bed. You’ll feel even worse if you fall asleep here, trust me on that one.”

It’s somewhere past midnight, Sam knows, but even with how tired his body is, his mind is still wide awake. The mission replays in his mind. Every faulty move, every chance to do better, every little detail both good and bad.

Sam shakes his head, “Not ready for bed yet.”

Tony takes the seat next to him, leaving an inch of space between them. “J, turn on the Saints game from yesterday.”

Sam smiles a little and asks, “Do you even like football?”

“It’s not the worst sport,” Tony replies vaguely. He settles back into the cushions and pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover them both.

“Yeah, what’s the best?”

Completely serious, Tony says, “Ping pong.”

Sam laughs, “That’s not a real sport. Pick something else.”

“Of course it’s real. It’s in the Olympics and everything,” Tony grins. “Give me one good reason it’s not a sport.”

“Alright, fine, maybe it’s real, but there’s no way it’s your favorite.”

Tony shrugs, “It’s entertaining sometimes. The professionals get really into it. There’s an awful lot of grunting involved.”

They stay up for a while longer, talking about nothing of importance, and Tony slowly shifts closer to him until that bit of distance is gone. His arm presses up against him, and Sam starts to have a hard time keeping his eyes open, it seems only natural to rest his head against Tony’s shoulder.

“You can go to bed,” Sam murmurs. “You don’t have to stay here with me.”

“I don’t mind,” Tony whispers back.

Sam does regret it a bit when he wakes up on the couch in the morning with a sore back, but there’s a fresh mug of coffee already waiting for him on the table, still warm and exactly how he likes it, and he smiles to himself anyway. That night is a shift to something different, and he knows it right away.

He starts to pay more attention to Tony’s interactions with everyone else, just in case he’s part of the rule and not the exception. Generosity is one of Tony’s best traits, but even so it tends to extend even further to him. More personal and frequent.

“So there’s this place in Brooklyn that claims to have the most authentic cajun cuisine outside of New Orleans. Want to come with me? Tell me if it’s true?”

It isn’t true, and Tony comes to him the next day with another one, until they’re on a quest together to find one that doesn’t make Sam miss home after just one bite. It takes them all over the city and into Jersey once or twice, and Sam doesn’t point out that Tony doesn’t even seem to like crawfish, no matter where it comes from. He doesn’t want it to be over if he does.

“This is pretty close,” Sam says. He thinks it might be place number eleven, but he lost count a while back. “Could use a little more spice, but at least they didn’t try to add their own spin to it.”

Tony’s watery eyes widen. “This isn’t spicy enough for you?”

Sam grins and shakes his head. “Remind me to bring you with me the next time I go home. You won’t know what hit you.”

Tony’s face does something complicated at that, before it settles on a soft smile. “Yeah, that would be fun.”

Sam fully gets it then, what exactly it all means, but he doesn’t quite know what he wants to do about it yet. Tony has taken up residence in a place in his heart that he wasn’t sure was capable of opening up anymore. He did it so easily, sneaking in like a thief in the night and catching Sam unaware.

Now the sound of Tony’s laugh makes his stomach flip. He seeks it out, telling him stupid stories and jokes to make it happen more. He stares a little too much to catch glimpses of his smile, and now he can see just how often Tony looks back.

It isn’t subtle anymore, this thing between them. Lingering looks, too long touches, and every quiet gesture all build up. Bucky teases him and Natasha gives him knowing looks. Steve tells him that he hopes they make each other happy, and Sam doesn’t tell him that nothing has happened between them like that. They’re still just friends, and they don’t talk about what any of it means.

“Do you want to see a movie with me tonight? There’s that weird one with the killer robots playing downtown,” Sam suggests, and neither of them say anything when Tony slips his hand into his in the darkness of the theater. It goes unmentioned, too, when Sam holds tight after Tony almost lets go when they reach the sidewalk afterwards.

It’s another late night when the last piece finally falls into place.

Sam is nursing bruised ribs again after another mission that turned a little sideways through no one’s fault. He’s still sweaty, dirt under his fingernails and dried blood caked around a shallow cut on his cheek, but Sam still asks JARVIS in the elevator to take him to wherever Tony is. It isn’t as surprising as it should be that Tony is waiting for him on the edge of Sam’s bed.

He stands there patiently while Tony looks him over, and he looks his fill in return. It’s strange how days away from him feel longer now. His balance is off center until Tony is around to set him right again.

“I missed you,” Sam murmurs, and Tony smiles softly.

“You were only gone a couple of days,” he points out, but Sam knows now that it’s his way of saying that he missed him just as much.

Normally, Sam would let it move on from here. Tony would lead him into the bathroom, gently clean up his scrapes, and click his tongue at every bruise. It would end with them on the couch, Sam’s head in Tony’s lap or vice versa, depending on what mood it takes. Sometimes he wants to hold Tony and remember that he survived another fight so he could come home to this, and sometimes he needs to be held to forget about everything else that was lost along the way.

But tonight he reaches out to grasp Tony’s hip, and he draws him in a little closer. The room is dimly lit, and each shadow on Tony’s face is accentuated. Sam can’t remember quite the first time he looked at him and thought the word ‘beautiful,’ but it’s all he’s thinking now.

“You love me,” Sam says. “For a long time now, right?”

Tony nods, and he wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, careful not to hold too tight. “You caught up eventually. Didn’t take as long as I thought it would.”

Sam smiles, cupping Tony’s face in one palm and stroking his thumb across his cheekbone. “How long were you expecting?”

“Maybe never,” Tony admits. “I would’ve kept trying, though.”

“Stay with me tonight?” Sam asks, because nothing more needs to be said for now. They both already know.

“How about every night?”

Sam leans in slowly, murmuring against his lips, “Sounds like a plan.”

[berri-zen]

ch 3: you never noticed him??

summary: where y/n is a regular at a small record store across campus but fails to notice the store’s other regular customer; the quiet kid in your society class - park jongseong or “jay” as he’s more commonly known by

warnings: mentions of food, one curse word (if theres any i need to add, lmk!!)

wc: 832 (lowercase intended!)

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taglist: @sprngfeverr @studioreader @from-xero @adoryeonjun (open!)

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stepping out of the bathroom, you saw a small piece of paper sticking out of your purse.

odd, you thought. you opened up your purse to see a small note.

xxx-xxxx-xxxx

until we meet again

-pjs

park jongseong you sly motherfucker.

laughing to yourself, you grabbed your phone from the dining table along with the scribbled paper and flopped onto the couch. you put jay’s number into your contacts and shot him a message. may as well thank him, you thought.

you smiled to yourself, putting your phone on charge and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. before you could, you heard loud and desperate knocking on your door.

“y/n open up!!” sunoo yelled through the door. you had barely opened the door when he barged through the door, threw the bag he was holding onto the couch and dragged you to your bedroom. he sat you and himself down and turned to face you.

“you, my dear friend, have some explaining to do.” you laughed and turned to him. “explain to me why you walked into my mother’s cafe with park jongseong.”

“wait you know him?” you shot sunoo a confused look. “how?”

sunoo looked at you, puzzled, before he gave you an astonished look. “y/n you have a brain the size of a peanut, he’s in our society class.” your jaw dropped. sunoo tried to keep in his laughter - keyword, tried. he ended up failing and laughing at your dumbfound reaction. “you never noticed him?”

“no? did he transfer recently??” sunoo shook his head while clutching his stomach and falling back onto the bed from laughing.

“y/n, he’s been in our class since the start of the year. he sits towards the back and hangs with heeseung, jake and hoon.” your lips formed into a thin line, still looking at sunoo who was now wiping tears away. he sat back up and said “y/n you really need to pay attention to what’s around you.”

“moving on,” you started, getting up from the bed and moving into the dining area where your purse was still laying. sunoo followed closely behind you. “in short, i left my purse at the campus record store when picking up my new vinyls and jongseong just so happened to be in the store too. i didnt realise i left my purse there until i missed my bus due to not having my bus pass and-”

“so he ran after you to give you back your purse despite yeonjun telling him not to and he offered you a ride back since you missed the bus?” sunoo finished your story and you looked at him surprised.

“how did you-”

“y/n as soon as you mentioned ‘lost purse’, i had my suspicions. so that’s how you two ended up at mum’s cafe, then what?”

“then he took me back here and drove off before i could ask for his number to pay back later, or so i thought.” you threw sunoo your purse and he took out the small piece of paper with jay’s number scribbled on it.

“y/n l/n you got a guy’s number?? in particular, the park jongseong’s number??” he started jumping up and down, picking you up and spinning you around. “you are literally living the life of a romance novel hello??” putting you down, you shrugged and grabbed your purse back from sunoo.

“mh, and we’ve organised to meet again on friday after his classes to grab coffee so i can pay him back.”

“you already planned a second date?” the sound of keys jingling filled the room as your brother stepped in.

“what’s this about a date? and for that, a second date?” beomgyu said as he put his backpack by the door and took his shoes off.

“y/n has a date with jongseong on friday.” sunoo shrieked. beomgyu looked up shocked.

“jongseong? you mean park jongseong? that quiet kid who always looks like he’s up to no good, jay?” sunoo nodded. beomgyu looked at you sternly. “y/n, explain.” you rolled your eyes.

“gyu it’s not a date, first off. he dropped me back here this afternoon after i missed the bus because i forgot my purse and bus pass at the record store. he ran after me to give me back my purse and offered to take me home when the rain hit.”

“and he bought y/n coffee and gave her his number after.” beomgyu looked somewhat astonished by the events you and sunoo just told him. sunoo waved the piece of paper with the number around in front of beomgyu.

“just be careful around him, y/n. i dont trust him…” he put some groceries and a basket onto your kitchen counter. “anyway, mum said to deliver these to you. i think it just some of her-”

“her and grandma’s cookies! thank you gyu!.” you threw your arms around him and rushed to grab a plate. “who wants some?”

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a/n: if youve read this far, thank you so much!! i apologise for posting this a week later than i hoped to - school got busy so posting chapters might be a bit irregular ://

i hope you have enjoyed record store boy so far!!

- zennie <3

[murdershegoat]

don’t want to leave it all behind

ok i’ve never really written in this style before but i wanted this in the world without writing a whole fic bc my brain hurts and i havent written anything in ages, so here you go:

kara doesn’t know what there is left for her to do. she misses lena with every fiber of who she is. she misses the way lena’s trust made her feel accomplished. the way that lena’s smile made her feel like she was ten feet tall. she misses the smell of lena’s perfume, the way her eyes sparkle in the sunlight high up in lcorp tower.

she misses lena. a lot. so she makes a list on how to make things right.

HOW TO MAKE THINGS BETTER WITH LENA LUTHOR

buy her a puppy??????

spin the earth around like clark did to go back in time and kill lex properly the first time.

apologise again

send flowers a lot

take on all the l-corp articles and visit her lots in her office for interviews

be honest and try to talk to her

confess your love NO

she decides on the catco plan. easy enough. all she has to do is sweet talk william.

two interviews the first week of The Plan. sure, follow up questions are usually sent via email but lena is an important contact and they need to maintain that easy access

is what kara tells andrea when she gets yelled at.

three interviews the week after that. lena starts looking less stern when kara shows up at her door.

and then only one time in week three. lena offers her a whiskey. progress.

a month in, and lena starts raising her eyebrow again, in that mirthful, playful way. the way that makes kara’s stomach flip.

she can tell lena wants to say something to her in week five. their interview has ended and kara is standing up to leave. maybe kara’s just projecting, but she swears there’s a look on lena’s face, like this isn’t enough. like she needs more.

‘so.. how have you been?’ kara asks. 

lena smiles. it’s small, but it’s a smile. ‘on the record, or...?

‘just a question from a-’ she hesitates. ‘from a friend.’

lena stiffens, just the slightest bit. her shoulders straighten, almost imperceptibly and she clenches her jaw. ‘i’m good, thank you.’

the next time kara goes in, she feels like she’s back at square one. lena is stiff and much too formal. kara hates it. she decides maybe she needs a new plan. flowers?? a puppy????

she knows what alex would say if she asked her. she settles on honesty. 

the interview ends. lena stands to show kara out.

‘i have some more questions,’ kara says, pulling a different notebook out of her purse. ‘oh?’ ‘this is for a more informal piece i’m doing,’ kara says. ‘perhaps we could move to the couch?’

lena looks like she wants to say no. but instead, she gestures to the couch.

it almost feels like it used to during the many moments they shared together, sitting on that damn white couch. but then kara opens her eyes and lena is sitting as far away from her as the couch allows. there’s a tension between them that was never there before. a tension that feels like it’s suffocating kara and make it impossible to live or breathe or anything.

‘so is this for like a column or something?’ lena asks. ‘did you finally get your own vertical?’ ‘something like that,’ kara says, averting her eyes. but then she decides that she can’t live like this anymore. she needs lena in her life. and lena deserves someone who is brave enough to look at her while they speak. but before she can speak--

‘i know what you’re doing, kara.’ ‘you do?’ ‘no journalist needs several in person interviews every single week. half of these stories have been page eight drivel.’ ‘i just... i needed to see you. i needed to talk to you. and i thought, if it was this way, if it was for work, you might be more inclined to let me into your life again.’ ‘things can’t go back to normal--’ ‘i know. but. i need things to just be.’

‘do you want the truth?’

i want you, is what kara wants to say. ‘always,’ is what she settles on.

‘every time i look at you... i miss who you used to be.’ ‘that’s not fair,’ kara says, her eyes already welling with tears, ‘i’m the same person i always was. i haven’t changed.’

‘let me rephrase,’ lena says softly. ‘i miss who i thought you were. supergirl... supergirl was always too good for me. she’s a goddess. she’s goodness personified. she’s literally powered by sunshine. and i was never going to be good enough for her. but kara danvers? she might’ve also been too good for me, but at least with her i felt like i had a fighting chance. you made me want to be better. like... like you are sunshine and you power me. i was willing to put in the work to be good enough for you. and now... it just reminds me that kara danvers is someone else i could never be with.’

lots of thoughts spin around kara’s head as lena’s words echo in the room. ‘be with’?????? what sort of be with????????????/ lena thinks she’s not good enough?????? lena, the kindest, best person kara knows????????????????? 

a long minute passes and neither of them says anything. but then kara turns and she faces lena. and she says,

'i think i miss that person too. not because supergirl is too good for you, because that’s just.... not true... but... i miss the way you used to look at me. it didnt feel quite as disappointed.'

‘i’m working on it,’ lena says. ‘on feeling like i’m worth enough.’

‘i think about you... i think about you all the time, lena. i think about you and my heart aches in this way that... it feels like my chest can barely contain it. i need... i want you in my life.’ ‘i want that, too.’ ‘but...’  ‘but,’ lena says softly, sadly, ‘it just hurts right now.’

kara nods solemnly, her heart breaking all over again. ‘i’ll leave then--’ ‘NO-’ lena cuts her off. ‘talking and-and feeling. it hurts. but i don’t want you to go.’

it lies unsaid between them -- i can’t watch you walk away again.

‘so we can’t talk... but neither of us wants me to leave... what do we do?’lena bites her lip.

an hour and a half later, the last potsticker remains alone in its box.

lena pointedly takes it

(kara had pointedly left the last one for lena.)

‘do you want to do this again? maybe thursday night?’ kara asks, seeming a lot braver than she feels. it’s the first words either of them have said in almost two hours. ‘it’s a date,’ lena says, even braver again.

and it may be small, but it’s a start, a tiny step on the road to things being good again. 

she believes in the goodness of lena luthor, and she believes in love, and so far neither thing has let her down.

everything will be okay. 

it has to be.

[piabu]

BAKUGO KKATSUKI (x blind reader)

Getting into UA and becoming a hero, is every young kids dream. And for some its more realistic than it is for others. You always thought that your chance was slim, but when the letter came saying you got in to class 1-B, you were more than estatic. When it comes to stealth and combat your quirk comes in extremely handy. Using echo-location you can "see" many things others can't. Your ears are more sensitive to movement and noise, giving you an advantage, even though you are blind.

Being blind you had to have an aid in classes with you to be your eyes during lessons, but during training, you quirk was better than haveing 20/20 vision. UA was very accomotading to you and your aid. And for the most part everyone was nice. Monoma wasn't your biggest fan and often got on your nerves however.

Today as you entered the school someone bumped into you. You figured it was just Monoma picking on you again tho.

"Hey, watch it extra." the person grumbled. Not Mo.. The voice is somewhat familiar though.

"My appologies." You bowed facing what you thought was the boy. He stood beside you and clicked his tounge.

"Whatever." You heard footsteps and figured he was leaving. Quickly you activated your quirk to see his retreating form and some other students in the hall. His hair was spikey and his shoulders were slightly hunched. You tilted your head studying him.

A hand on your shoulder startled you. You turned your head in the direction of the hand. "Oh hey Erushī." you greeted your aid. "Did you happen to see who I bumped into?"

"Oh yeah, the angry blonde boy. Thats Bakugo Katsuki from class 1-A." Erushī explains. You think back to the some of the "horror stories" you have heard of the explosive teen.

"I see." You laugh at the irony of your statement. "What color is his hair?" Eru links her arm through yours.

"Blonde. Why?"

"Just forming a mental image." You shrug as the two of you enter the classroom.

(Timeskip to lunch)

Erushī walks you to the lunchroom and you sit with your usual table group. You think back to your encounter this morning and use your quirk to scan the lunchroom for Bakugo. You see his figure sitting at a table with some other students you assume are from his class.

"Earth to y/n!" Kendo says as she taps your shoulder. "You okay there?"

"Oh yeah. I'm fine." You flash a small smile to your friends, and close your eyes losing yourself in your mental images. They continue their conversation as you eat.

----

"Hey Bakubro!" Kirishima greets him, and scoots over for his friend to sit down. "You've been quiet today."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!"

"Ah, theres the Bakugo we know." the redhead jokes.

Bakugo rolls his eyes and lifts his head to see you enter the cafeteria and sit at a table with you classmates. Mina notices him staring and follows his gaze.

"Her name is F/n L/n/." Pretty right! She is in class 1-B."

"Shut up Pinky. I didnt fucking ask." The blonde grumbles and focuses on his food.  Mina shrugs.

"I saw you looking, and thought you might wanna know."

"Well you thought wrong." He snaps. A smile creeps onto The pink girl's face and she winks at Kirishima, then guestures to Baku with a nod of her head.

Kiri gets the hint and his eye widen. Sero and Kaminari look between the three of them in confusion. Sero shrugs giving Kami a confused look. And the yellow head returns the look.

"Anyways, so aparently we are training with class 1-B after lunch." Sero says, breaking the silence that befell upon the group.

"Really! Cool!" Mina pipes up.

Katsuki steals a quick glance at you before getting sucked into the conversation by his friends.

(Time skip to sparring)

"Students will be paired up with someone not from their class to train with. Is that understtod?" Eraserhead explains the rest of the rules for training and Mic announces the partners. You were up against a girl named Hagakure. Her quirk was invisibility. You smiled at the perfection of the situation. Someone who is invisible to most, is not to you. You raise your hand.

"Yes y/n?" Aizawa calls on you.

"Could I perhaps have another partner. Hagakure's quirk is invisibility, but I can see her clear as day." you explain. A few heads turn as not many of the A students know of your quirk, but the hero agrees and pairs you up with Bakugo, and giving his partner to the invisible girl.

You all go get changed into your costumes and meet on the training grounds and get ready to spar. Your costume is quite simple. A pair of black leggings with thigh holsters for a few blades to fit. Your (color) top is cropped, sleveless and skin-tight. The lack of sleves allows for straps on your biceps to hold throwing stars. The outfit is pulled together with combat boots and a black blindfold over your eyes for dramtic effect.

"Whats with the blindfold extra? DO YOU UNDERESTAMATE MY POWER THAT MUCH?" Sparks fly from katsuki's palms as he accuses you.

"No, sorry. Its part of my costume. I dont doubt your abilities, Actually I admire how strong you are." You beam at the blonde. A blush tints his cheeks and he is thankful for the bindfld covering your eyes. "Shall we start?" you ask.

He grumbles a response and the two of you fly into action. You immediately activate your quirk and see his figure and take in his costume. Gauntlets. Avoid his hands at all costs. Katsuki moves to launch a blast your way and you move to the side, dodging it effectively. You use this advantage to get closer and land a punch to his shoulder. He spins on you and his elbow makes contact with your stomach. You cough as the wind is knocked out of you and quickly regain your composure. The thing with Bakugo is that he is a loud fighter. So you really wouldn't need your quirk much to fight him anyways. You see, or rather hear, his attacks before they happen.

"Why do you keep dodging? STOP HOLDING BACK DAMNIT!" You laugh quietly and take your blindfold off, wrapping it around your hand.

You decide to humor him and give in to his request. Katsuki is able to land a few hits on you, but for the most part he just tries to avoid your blades. Baku jumps and a blast comes your way and you duck down and slip under and between his legs. You unwravel the blindfold and wrap it around one of his ankles slamming him down onto the ground. You tie it around his other leg, imobilising him on his stomach.

Bakugo puts his palms on either side of him but you grab them and pin them behind his back with one hand, the other holding a blade to his wrists.

"Congratulations y/n." Present Mic says to you. You nod and get off your partner untieing him.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? YOU DIDN'T EVEN USE YOUR QUIRK! I TOLD YOU NOT TO HOLD BACK!" Katsuki explodes and his hand grabs your throat. His palms are warm and you can feel the slight sting of a burn.

"Y/N!" Erushī yells as she rushes up to you. Bakugo lets you go.

"Who the fuck are you?" he snarls.

"I am her AID." Eru says firmly. "L/n is blind." You cough and rub your throat and the two of them look at you.

"Im fine Erushī. And yes Bakugo, i did use my quirk. I may be blind, in a literal sense, but I can still see." He looks at you blankly, then to the girl beside you.

"My quirk is echo-location. I use sounds to see, and you my friend are very loud." You laugh and link arms with your aid. "Good fight." You bow and walk back to the changerooms.

----

'She is blind. That explains why she bowed in the wrong direction this morning, and the blindfold.' Katsuki thinks to himself. 'So she doesn't know what I look like. She probably doesn't even know what she looks like. She can't see facial expressions.'

Part of Bakugo was saddened by that. You were quite a good looking girl. But you would never know it. His thoughts drift to all the things you can and can't do. No wonder the other girl was always with you.

Kirishima clapped Bakugo on the back, pulling him from his thoughts. "Hey bro. How was it?"

Bakugo rolls his eyes and lets out an annoyed "tch," remembering that you pinned him. He shrugs Kiri away and heads to change.

"You should ask her out." the readhead says nonchelantly.

"That's none of your buisness Shitty Hair."

(Time skip)

You sat at home listening to music, when your phone buzzed.

"You have a text from and unknown number: Oi its Bakugo, I got your number from your friend." The automated voice on your phone read the text out loud.

"Text back: Hello there. Smiley face." you say to your phone. "Please name the contact Bakugo."

"Incoming call from: Bakugo."  You press on the screen to answer the call and hold it to your ear.

"Hello."

"Hi, meet me at the park near the school." Wow he is forward.

"Uhh.. sure i guess."

"10 minutes."

The line goes dead before you can respond and you turn your phone off. That might have been the shortest call ever. You go downstairs and ask your parent to drop you off. 10 minutes later you are sitting on a swing waiting for Bakugo.

"Can you see me?" Bakugo's voice startles you slightly.

"Sort of. I can see the outline of your figure. You have spikey hair." You say. He hums in agreement. You see/hear him move closer and he takes your hand in his, they are surpizingly soft.

"Can you see yourself?" he asks somewhat quieter.

"No, only from what i can feel.." You face him and your empty eyes stare at him.

"Your eyes are (e/c)." he says. "And your hair is (h/c). Your cheeks are pink."

"I know all that. Ive been told." You laugh dryly. "Can we sit on the grass?" Bakugo hums, and brings you out of the sand. He sits down and you sit next to him, bodies touching.

"Why do you keep your eyes open if you cant see?" he asks.

"I guess just to seem a little more normal. Does it bother you?" you explain.

"No. I like your eyes." You smile to yourself. The boy beside you is completly different from the one you were sparring with at school, and yet its the same person.

"I like this soft side of you Bakugo." you say.

'Its only for you.' he thinks. You feel his hand drop yours and move to your cheek. He turns your head to face him.

"Can you see me?" he asks again. You nod your head. His facial features are more visible to you but still fuzzy.

"What color are your eyes?" you ask.

"Red."

"May I touch you?" He doesnt answer, so you clarify. "Your face i mean."

"Yes."

Your hands come up to his cheeks and you take in all his facial features with your hands. Touching people allows you to have a better sense of what the person looks like and you add this to your mental image of the boy.

Katsuki grabs your wrists stilling your movements and brings your hands back down to your lap.

"Now i can see you." you say.

He stares at you for a brief moment and closes your eyes gently. His hand rests back on your cheek.

"Good." is all he says before his lips are on yours.

[geminimoonbeamx]

Oh, Baby: Chapter One

A/N: Okay so I’ve literally had this in my drafts for the last...six months or so? And I figured I’d tweak it and edit and post it since I’ve been so AWOL on this site lately, and so that I can give you guys some new content from me.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Heavy cursing. This chapter is pretty PG, talks of mental illness, unexpected pregnancy and contemplating abortion- but she doesnt go through with it. Smut to come. AND LOTS OF FLUFF TOO, I promise lol

Summary: After a drunken night, Y/N finds herself having to face the biggest decision of her life; is she ready for motherhood? And a better question, is Bucky Barnes, her long time friend and womanizer extraordinaire, ready for fatherhood? They’ll just have to go along for the ride and find out together. A Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader Story 

Chapter 1/6: The Baby Woe’s and Oh No’s

You knew it.

You’d known something was off, different, changed.

You sit on your toilet, your world spinning as you attempt to wrap your mind around what was going on. Everything seems sludge like, too slow and too fast and not real.

You’re definitely going into shock, you point out to yourself. The catatonic kind. You’ve been staring at the bright, sunny lemon print of the shower curtain, your eyes focused but not seeing. Your elbows rest on your knees and your hands cover the entirety of your lower face.

At least you’re not crying anymore. 

Nope, your body had moved past that-Maybe, it felt like the tears could start rolling again at anytime.

Oh god, what are you going to do?

Why, why, why?

Why you? You’d been a good person- well a decent person at least… You recycled and tipped more than twenty percent. Didnt vote for Trump and ate your vegetables.

And your life was just seeming to even out. You’d somehow landed your dream job a couple months back- every Wednesday night your voice could be heard on WNEX. You we’re making enough money to finally be comfortable- doing what you loved. Gaining a wide audience and wiggling your way into the industry. Your mind was so career oriented, so focused on your end goal that you’d never even considered something like this.

Throwing a big fat wrench in the gears.

One night, it had only been one stupid, drunken night. Hadn't you racked up enough karma coins to cover your ass for one fucking night?

Are you there god? It’s me, Y/N, and I really fucked up this time.

Wanda comes back into the tiled room a few minutes, her dark features soft and a colorful mug in her hand.

“Are you okay?” She gauges, gently, as she reaches out to you.

You snort and shrug, but accept the steaming cup from her anyway. You look down at the swirling, murky drink.

Wishing for just one moment that you could drown yourself in it.

“Look, babe, I know you’re dealing with some major shock right now- but maybe you should go lay down. We’ll figure it out later-” Wanda’s voice is even and you appreciate her being so calm and sure during all of this but you just can't process the situation enough to accept it.

You can't go lay down.

“Why not?” Wanda questions and you didn't realize you’d said that out loud, you hadn't even felt your mouth form the words.

Your head really is swimming. Disconnected from your body a little bit. You force yourself to take a drink of the tea as she gives you a more pointed look.

“Because I have to- I don't know. I have to figure all this out” You protest. You can't hear your voice, how spiked with anxiousness it is.

“There’s not much to figure out” Wanda supplies, unhelpfully as she leans against the counter, arms folded over her chest and you give her a look that’s half between a glare and a gape.

“Um, what the fuck do you mean? There’s so much to figure out, I don't even know where to start” You give a short, sharp, slightly hysterical laugh gripping the mug hard enough to hurt with one hand while cupping your forehead with the other.

“Okay, first things first. And this is the big one: do you want this?”

Well, that whole ‘I'm done crying’ thought you’d had before was a lie. You feel the tears well up once more and overflow, spill down your already swollen cheeks. Your face is hot. Your tummy is full of rocks.

You’d always hated crying. It never made you feel released or freed or lighter like it did for other people. It made you feel icky and stupid. And afterwards it always felt like you’d gotten punched in the nose.

Yes, you did have a therapist to work out those issues with, thanks.

Your mind doesn't know what to do with that question.

You look at Wanda, searching her face as though she might have the answers but she just shook her head and reached out her hand to rub your shoulder. That’s all she could offer. Her support in whatever path you we’re about to embark on.

And then you look down, at the countertop. That was usually littered with stray tubes of mascara or straightening irons. Bobby pins and half lit candles. All the things that resided in the bathrooms of girls in their mid twenties.

In place of those was now four pregnancy tests. All of which read positive.

The first two had been those double lined ones. Two bold lines- both times. Then you’d ran down to the bodega at the end of the block and gotten two more. And those we’re more straight to the point. They literally read the word pregnant- in a font that you don't think you’d ever forget.

Did you want this? Did you want a baby?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“I dont know- I’m not ready. The timing is all wrong” You croak.

“Okay” Wanda coo’s “well there's alternatives then-” you squeeze your eyes closed at that thought “Either way we should make a doctors appointment to make sure you’re actually pregnant. I’ve read so many stories about how unreliable these things are”

She holds up one of the tests and rambles on about all of the online articles she’d come across. How some woman had taken a dozen of ‘em, gotten all positive results and then went in and had an empty uterus.

“For one, ew. I peed on that” You nod your head at the test in her hand and she rolls her eyes.

“Other side of it- and I held your hair when you got food poisoning from that shrimp shack. I’ve come into contact with worse body fluids of yours”

“For two- I’m pregnant. I know it. I’ve known it for weeks. I knew something was wrong and I just tried to...think it away, you know? Out of sight, out of mind? I sound insane” saying the words out loud makes you realize how...ludicrous those thoughts had been. But still. It was the truth.

She just nods though “You don't”

There’s a moment of silence. Stretching, as you stew in your reality.

“I’d be doing it alone” you whisper into the mug as you sip on it “I really dont think he’d want a baby”

“You would never be alone, you know that. You have so many people in your life that would support you with this” Wanda protests, sad that you’d even say that.

“You know what I mean” You push on. Because having a good group of friends and family wouldn't change the fact that you were possibly looking at the possibility of being a single mother.

If you decided to keep it, that is.

“Yeah I do- and I don't know if I agree with that. Bucky's a lot of things, an arrogant asshole at that top of that list, but he’s a good guy and I think he’d want to be involved. He doesn't give off deadbeat dad vibes”

All of that was true. Bucky is a good guy, at the core of him.

He was kind and decent and the two of you had been friends for years upon years. He was charming, magnetic and women loved him- you’d found it amusing, before you we’re the one in his bed after a drunken night a month ago.

He’d left your messages mostly on seen since then. You’d only sent a few, but still that had stung. Him icing you out the moment he’d gotten into your pants pissed you off, not only because it was rude but because it was expected.

You knew how Bucky was with women, it had been such an idiot move to sleep with him.

It made it all the more complicated that you ran in the same social circles- had all the same friends. Sam’s small promotion dinner a couple weeks ago had been extremely awkward for you, to say the least.

He’d earned himself the cold shoulder from you and no matter how many times he’d try to broach a conversation with you, crack a joke in your direction, or single you out in a group conversation you pretended he didn't exist.

“Damn, re-jec-ted” It had been so obvious that Clint had of course pointed it out, which was uncomfortable but expected because Clint had no filter like that.

Bucky had stopped trying after that- and started flirting back with the waitress that had been throwing herself at him throughout the night. You cut out early, claiming tiredness. And upset stomach. Whatever to get you out of there.

To say it was a shitty night was a bit of an understatement and you hadn't spoken one word to him since.

“I haven't talked to him since that night- and now I’m what, supposed to call him up and tell him I’m carrying his child because he doesn't properly know how to operate a condom?

“I don't know, yeah? It doesn't mean you two need to get married, but if you choose to keep this baby, that’s going to be a conversation you’re going to have to have” Wanda is so annoying sometimes. She was such a sharp thinking human- always grounded and level headed. She claimed it was from always having to be the “good twin” growing up.

Of course she was rationalizing this whole thing while you we’re floundering about it like a fish.

“I think I should make a doctors appointment” You just mutter. You’d rather focus your attention there. It was easier, cleaner for you. A goal you could actually accomplish.

And so that’s what you did.

//////

They were able to get you in at the end of the week, which in overpopulated New York City was a godsend. And still, it felt like far too long. Like the reality of it couldn't sink in until you talked to a medical professional so you we’re left in some kind of fucked up long until then.

You tried to keep your anxious mind busy, throwing yourself into work. Talking to people over the static airways of the radio about their lives; about the world and all of its workings was so much easier than talking to anyone about what was going on with you.

The only person who knew was Wanda and you’d canceled all of your other plans during the week, not able to face anyone. Not yet.

Lots of sleepless nights, staring at the ceiling. Thinking until your brain physically hurt.

And then you’d turned to you journal- maybe if you wrote everything down it would make sense. If you could see it all, inked out, you could make a decision.

Did you want this child?

Wanda had suggested making a pro’s and con’s list and while it sounded crazy and unhelpful, and you rolled your eyes at it ‘As though that will help’, you ended up doing it anyways.

You start with Cons, naturally. Always had been too damn negative.

Cons:

-I have no fucking idea how to be a mom

-Bucky???

-My job. My career. Who’s going to watch the baby while I work?

-How in the fuck am I going to financially support a baby.

-No room in the apartment/My room is fucking tiny and where will we put a baby

(Wanda said we can turn half of the living room into a playroom/makeshift nursery. How fucked up though? Not even a real nursery)

-No car? A baby on the subway? No thank you.

-Weird to explain to people even if Bucky wants to co-parent. All our friends??

-PAIN

-Pregnancy looks so painful. Birth looks scary. My poor vagine.

-Life is basically over

-The baby will not have a grandmother from your side...

You could keep going on, but you decide to stop there. You could go on, make the list pages and pages long but you decide against it.

Pros:

-I’ve always wanted to be a mom. Always dreamed of babies and motherhood, baby fever crashes over me in waves.

-Me and Bucky’s baby is going to be cute AF(and that just pure facts)

-I have a great support system- amazing friends and family who I know will help

-Bucky could want to be involved. He probably will...maybe?

-He has a big family, i think. The baby would have lots of family

-I don't want to have an abortion. All about pro-choice, but I just...don't know if I can.

That had made you bite the end of your pen.

Adoption?

Could you give a child that you went through nine months of pregnancy up for adoption? Knowing yourself- probably not. You cant even get rid of the moth hole ridden clothes at the back of your closet. Not comparing a baby to a jean jacket- fuck, see how unequipped you were for this?

-I’d be a good mom(I think)

-I could swing it financially. Maybe get a second job

-At least I have a good insurance plan now

-My life might have more of a purpose?

You hide the lists away in one of your many journals. Stick it in the wicker basket under your night stand- and revisit it too many times in those days between.

You make a lot of other lists in that time, too. 

//////

One of them sits tucked in your purse as you make your way to the eighth floor- Arms folded across your chest and the inside of your bottom lip speared between your teeth as the elevator takes you up.

Wanda stands beside you, of course. Sipping on her iced americano. You’d tried to tell her that she didn't need to come, that you were perfectly okay with going on your own. You’d gotten about two words out before she shut you down-

“I already took the afternoon off, don't be ridiculous”

You both know you wouldn't admit it, stubborn as you we’re, but you’d let out a big sigh of relief. You really didn't want to do this alone.

The waiting room is standard for this building, looks similar to the one that you sit in when you see your GP- save for a sign hanging about the door that labels it the OB-GYN.

Fake plants and those standard waiting room chairs that had that weird diagonal print on them TV’s that we’re playing the local news and tables stacked with months dated magazines. There was no windows though and it made the back of your neck feel hot.

The receptionists is nice. Middle aged with mild with droning, mellow voice. She checks you in fast and efficiently and tells you that you’ve got about a 15 minute wait on your hands.

Annoying, you think even though you give her a big grin and a sweet ‘thank you’. You’d been right on time. Why in all offices of all kinds is there always a fucking wait?

Wanda has plopped down on a chair in the corner and is fingering through an issue of LIFE, her long legs crossed at the knee. you sit next to her. The office air conditioner is blasting, it had been a muggy May in the city, but you feel overheated. You let the chunky cardigan you’d donned slip down one shoulder, exposing your skin to the chilly air.

You should feel the cold but you’re over heated. Nervous as hell. Why doesnt anyone else in this office seem nervous?

You tend to people watch when you get overly anxious like you are now. Tend to take in every little detail of every little thing around you.

There’s a black couple- the woman doesn't look pregnant but they’re holding hands tightly and they keep whispering to each other. He smiles and nudges her shoulder with his. Then there’s a Latina woman who looks just about ready to pop and is reading one of the kids book to a little boy with her eyes. A white lady, with twin carriers rocks them gently as she chats with a woman who looked to be related to her, maybe. Older and graying.

You feel like a creep but you can't stop looking at them all. Staring at each of the people who are at different stages of the same  life-path you found yourself on.

Wanda clicks her tongue as her dark eyes focus on the magazine. Muttering, her accent thick, about how the lenses they used for the shoot on the page was all wrong.

Her photographers eye was snobby and elitist.

“Y/N?” The nurse calls you back, not butchering your name which is nice and look over at your best friend.

“Are you sure you don't want me to come back with you?” Wanda whispers, big gingerbread eyes searching yours and you shake your head quickly.

You had to do this, on your own. What if...what if you ended up having to do this whole thing alone? You had to be grown, had to face this solo. That’s just how you felt, even if it might not be true.

“It’s just another appointment- I can do it on my own. I’ll live” there's a reasoning lilt in your voice that she doesn't quite buy but she nods all the same. Tells you that she’ll be waiting right there for you as you muster up all your courage and train your face into a smile, following the nurse into the back offices, the door mechanically closing behind the two of you.

The OB’s office is...warmer then you’d thought it would be. Her desk has frames of all types and her walls are plastered with colorful posters, making the alabaster of the wallpaper less daunting. There was even a window in here.

You’re perched up on the exam table/ chair thingy, staring out at the tall buildings across the street, at the people moving fast below on the sidewalks. You wonder what all of them are doing? How many of the have kids?...

When there’s a soft knock at the door your attention snaps back to the present.

Doctor Helen Cho is a petite Asian woman. She has glossy dark hair that's tied up in a clip high on the  back of her head, and her voice is friendly and her expression open as introduces herself to you and reaches out to shake your hand.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, too” You sound so much surer and more confident then you feel. It had always been your party trick- meeting new people and being able to talk to them. Leaving trails of barley there acquaintances in your wake.

“So it says here that you think you’re pregnant, yes?” She gets right to it, and your appreciative for it.

“Yeah, I know I am.  I took four tests and they all came out positive and I...I feel really off” you try to explain it, poorly but she seems to understand.

“When you say off, do you mean like bad feeling off or?” She probes as she sits at her desk, swivels her chair to face you. Her chocolate almond eyes weren't piercing or clinical, just waiting.

“Not really bad? But I’ve just been so tired lately and I’ve had like, zero appetite. And my breasts have been so sensitive that it hurts to put on a bra” as you tell here these things you could slap your head for not assuming you were pregnant before you’d taken the tests.

Dr. Cho hums and nods as she looks over her tablet “Well from the look of these results from those blood and urine tests your nurse went ahead and gave you when you came in, I can tell you that you are definitely about nine weeks pregnant- so those symptoms are right on with where you are”

You inhale and exhale, bigly. It’s real. It’s been real, was a notion, a happening but now...it’s so freaking real.

And there's a real life changing decision to be made-

That you’d already made before you’d even walked into this office but now seemed even clearer. Crystal, in that moment of clarity.

“I want to keep it” Your confident as you say it. Your voice cracks with some kind of emotion you couldn't even begin to explain, but you’re confident. You’re sure.

Dr. Cho grins at you, and stands, congratulating you then, after she’s sure you even want a congratulations. You like her, think you might.

It’s hard to focus on her voice though because all your mind can think of is the next big obstacle, the next big step in all of this.

How were you going to tell Bucky?

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[seijch]

send me selfship questions!!

for @raevaioli because i wrote too much the first time and didnt have space to answer everything else 🧍🏻‍♂️

(there’s a lot of shit under the cut NDJKDKS be Warned)

1. where was your first date?

well, youve already heard about the first date that we realized was indeed A Date with futakuchi, but my first Proper Date with him would have to be somewhere like an arcade where we can have fun but still talk?? personally movie (theater) dates aren’t good first dates bc you Have to stay silent until the movie is over?? what’s the APPEAL...

there’s a shared exhale of relief as the large stuffed pokemon gets dropped by the crane into the pickup zone. “i can’t believe you pulled that off,” i tell him.

“you know, just for that, i’m keeping it.”

“you don’t even like pokemon! what happened to ‘this one’s for you, baby?’” i ask, voice dropping an octave to imitate him.

“i never said that, first of all. second of all,” he continues, grip tightening on the rowlet, “i won it. so it’s mine.”

“you fucking suck.”

(he says all this, yet when he drops me off, he insists i take the rowlet with me and name it after him. i graciously oblige, dubbing it coochie jr.)

when it comes to kuroo, he probably Says it’s some kind of unplanned affair but it ends with him unloading a picnic basket as we watch the sun set bc he’s a SAP... hate that fool 😔

“you’ve got good taste in music,” i tell him as the next song on his playlist begins. he’s definitely planning something, but i don’t say anything as his driving becomes less aimless.

“oh, i know,” he grins. “good enough for you to ask me for recommendations, i’d say.”

i’m crossing my arms before his sentence gets to finish. “listen,” i start, “you can’t tell me it didn’t work. we’re together now, aren’t we?” he doesn’t choose to grace that with a response.

before we know it, kuroo’s parked the car. “we’re here.”

“here? at the park? what are you gonna do, hold my hand while we watch the sunset?” i tease, getting out of the car. he doesn’t respond. “tetsu?”

“you really think you know me, don’t you?” he appears from the other side, picnic basket in hand and a resigned smile on his face. “what do you suggest we do now that my surprise has been torn to shreds, hm?”

“i mean...can we still eat? i’m kinda hungry.” i point to the basket. (i’m clearly deflecting ,, i was Not expecting kuroo the simp to jump out so early and my heart Cannot Take It)

2. who normally plans the dates?

between me and futakuchi i’m going to say none of us! we don’t really go on Dates dates, it’s just Us Hanging Out !! with kuroo, at first it’s him tbh but after we get comfortable everything becomes a date... idk tbh i’m not the type to sweat that kind of thing 🕺🏻 i do like to Go Out and do things w my s/o no matter who they are but a date doesn’t always have to be going out nor does it have to be a Special going out yk??

3. what kind of dates would you two mostly go on? do you have a “date spot?”

i mentioned this in my answer for 24, but w kuchi we have this ritual of going out to eat every friday and after we get together that doesn’t change!!! if we’re feeling extra lazy we might order takeout but we always always spend our friday nights together... it’s def smth we look forward to even Before we start dating (and it’s smth we both wonder Why we anticipate before we get tgt)

in terms of a date spot? we have our favorite places (like the ramen joint i mentioned in 24) but other than that maybe a few other restaurants and that’s kinda it! our other dates are the occasional study date but i cannot study when he’s around,, just looking at his face pisses me off 😃 nah but we can’t focus on school together + we’d get heated over a meaningless argument and get kicked out NDNSJSJ

when we get domestic w each other (like in uni or beyond) kuroo and i have all our dates at the grocery store... idk abt you but the INTIMACY of buying groceries w someone you love is so [clenches fist] yk?? but before and sometimes after that point rlly it’s like Things To See and Things To Do whenever kuroo puts himself in charge of planning it bc he knows we both like to be engaged and have fun!! (i alr said it but our date spot is the grocery store <3)

4. what kind of date do you think the both of you would enjoy the most? why?

that’s a very good question... i mentioned it alr but kuroo and i vibe heavy w things that are engaging and give us things to talk about while we keep busy,, like maybe an amusement park or smth w all the rides (we’re definitely spinning the shit out of the teacups) mostly bc i think he likes being kept on his toes and i do too! i think we’d challenge each other to do better by setting an example for the other to follow just in general,, also ngl places w a lot of ppl are good too so we can peoplewatch,, the two of us are the type to read people with a glance and when we need downtime we’d sit down somewhere and just kinda . 👁👁 yk

“i might barf,” i announce, gait crooked from the dizzying ride.

“no, you won’t,” kuroo replies, allowing me to drape myself over him though he’s not walking straight either. “didn’t you hear? vomitting is banned in this country and thirteen others.”

“a shame. anyway, let’s go on the pirate ship ride next.”

(we sit at the outer edge. it’s not a good time for the folks in the two seats in front of us. we wipe our vomit—mostly my vomit—from the corners of our mouths and apologize profusely.)

when it comes to kuchi, i think he’d like smth where we would end up competing against each other! i mentioned this when i answered question 50, but kenji and i are almost TOO competitive over stupid shit so smth like laser tag (where everyone is like ... why don’t you want to work together aren’t you DATING) would be SO fucking fun

“it’s not too late to surrender,” he simpers, my body sandwiched between his and the wall. my gun’s been knocked out of my hand—that’s gotta be against the fucking rules—and part of me feels like i’m on a real battlefield, as fleeting the thought is. “some battles, you just can’t win.” he punctuates this statement with a sage nod, leaning so close his breath fans against my face. “so, what’ll it be?”

i close the gap, pressing my lips against his and relishing in the strangled groan that comes from the back of his throat as he reciprocates, free hand moving to the nape of my neck. the hand holding the gun drops. that’s all the opening i need.

i let him deepen the kiss, take his bottom lip between my teeth and gently tug as my hands reach for his gun while his brain is still between his legs.

aim. fire.

i’m the last one standing, and the lights turn on around us. “it’s always good to have goals,” i tell him, granting him a consolation peck to the lips. “but i suggest making them more realistic next time.”

9. what do you think your first impression of them would be?

now THIS is a question i knew the answer to going in bc my best friend (honestly she doesn’t get paid enough ,, or at all ,, for all the shit she has to put up w from me NDNSKSK) had to hear all abt my elaborate fantasies regarding these two but!!

my first impression of kuroo is 1) 😳😳 and more importantly, 2) I Want To Know What He’s About... bc he’s not the kind of person i’d get the full picture of w just one look and maybe a few words spoken? he’d pique my interest a LOT (and this is smth he shares w tsukishima, tho i don’t see myself in a long lasting relationship w him like i do w kuroo and kuchi!) and i’d end up worming my way into his life whether he likes it or not until i find out :-)

unlike kuroo i see kenji and go Wow. What An Asshole. ok no i don’t NDNSJSN i probably think he’s cute first THEN go what an asshole and there’s definitely a long period of time where we’re genuinely getting on each other’s nerves before it goes into the romantic relationship-adjacent dynamic you see in my answer to 24!

10. what do you think their first impression of you would be?

kuroo’s definitely curious. i don’t imagine him being unable to see thru me from the start but i prove myself to be Good Conversation so he’s fine (and ends up being more than fine) with me bothering him as much as i do. kenji probably sees me the way i think most people see me at first? very soft and sweet ,, and then he tries to rile me up, tries to test the waters and pretty quickly finds out that right under the nice girl is someone that won’t hesitate to mirror the shit he tries to dish out.

(again) 24. would you confess first or would they? how would it have gone?

i saw you said in the tags you wanted to see the kuroo one so here it is 🤝 i had all my fun writing kenji’s so this one is shorter than that but!!!

NDNSNSN anyway !!! with kuroo it’s kinda 50/50 bc i’m not shy when it comes to my feelings but at the same time i like to have the lowest chances possible for failure when it comes to things like this... but i simp SO heavy for him so lbr it’ll prob be me just bc i literally Cannot pretend that my intentions are platonic anymore and he’s not gonna do it first (later i find out he was trying to see how long he could go before one of us mentioned the elephant in the room)

(5:38 PM) me: anyway for the weekly song rec

(5:38 PM) me: khalid ft. john mayer - outta my head

(5:39 PM) me: specifically 1:16-1:25 :-)

the messages have sent before i can think twice or even consult anyone about it. there’s a beat of silence. then two. then three. i throw my phone down onto the bed as it bounces off the mattress and onto the carpet.

what the fuck!!!!!! bitch why did you do that!!!!!!!

there’s no taking it back now. he reads it ten minutes after it sends (not like anyone’s checking, that would be preposterous). the picture i took of him mid-sneeze two months ago lights up the screen, a facetime call from shithead 👺 bringing me to yet another crossroads. do i answer it and face the music (literally), or do i pretend to have been busy and act as though i didn’t just confess to one of my best friends through text and with music, of all things?

i pick up the call.

“i liked the song,” he says as soon as the call opens, “though i can’t help but wonder if there was a hidden meaning to it.”

“and if i told you there was?”

“well,” he replies, sounding a little out of breath (where is he?), “i’d tell you to open your door because i’m outside.”

true enough, when i race downstairs and open the door, he’s waiting for me. “and if i told you that was my way of asking you to be my boyfriend?”

“well, i think i’d want to ask if i could kiss you. assuming, of course, it was alright to do something like that so soon-“

he doesn’t finish his sentence. his lips are a little bit chapped, but pleasant nonetheless, and i tuck the newfound fact away in my file of things i know about kuroo tetsurou.

(for reference, the song lyrics for the part i mention are can you feel the tension / you’ve got my attention / i know we’re just friends but / i’d rather be together instead)

[harryseyebrows]

Hmm I dunno. Maybe he asks Jeff if he wants to be in the delivery room with him, and Jeff is like ... do u want me there?? And then Harry’s like um yeah obviously. Or there could be something more climactic. Like Harry goes out for dinner with a male friend, and Jeff gets sort of twitchy and weird and jealous. And they get in a fight when Harry gets home, like Jeff makes a comment about their sleeping situation and Harry’s “date” and Harry’s like “it wasn’t a date because I love YOU”

why not BOTH. so harry has to decide like.. how he wants to do things lol and because jeff goes with him to is appointments, jeff is present when harry discusses it with his OB. c-section? he’d rather not; major abdominal surgery just really lacks appeal for him. epidural? yes, because he’d like to avoid as much pain as possible. hospital or birthing center? a hospital makes him feel more safe, but he won’t exclude the possibility of a center, either. all of these things make jeff’s head spin a bit, because it’s really happening. not right now, obviously. but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. they’re going to have a baby. one little person thats made up of all the little parts of the two of them. he can barely wrap his head around it. but harry’s sitting next to him, casually talking about ‘bearing down like you’re having a bowel movement’ and its just totally bizarre. a baby. the whole process seems really intense and scary and embarrassing and he knows that harry isnt a very shy person but he wonders if he’ll want jeff in the room with him. so he asks. and a mild argument ensues but NO DRAMATIC REVEALS YET!!!

perhaps when harry goes on his little outing, he’s roughly 8 months and some weeks along. thoroughly pregnant. while he’s getting ready, jeff makes some comment like ‘are you sure you should be going out like that?’ because its january in london (harry wanted to have the baby at home - not LA home, but home home; and of course, jeff followed) and it’s slippery out and cold and well. jeff just really doesnt like the idea of harry going out with some random guy (he’s not actually a random guy, he’s a small-scale producer that harry is considering working with) when he’s carrying their baby. harry, for his part, mostly ignores jeff’s sourness. he gets dressed in relative silence - he doesn’t ask for help when he tries to wiggle into his elastic waist jeans, even though he almost falls over twice. he simply slips on his coat and boots and leaves with a curt, ‘there’s stuff for pasta in the cabinet.’ jeff tries to watch TV while he’s gone, but he’s too restless to focus. can’t stop thinking about harry and that guy, blake or brian, whatever his name is, putting his hand on harry’s forearm or touching his lower back. he does end up making pasta and it helps distract him a bit, but his mind is still going a mile a minute. he’s mostly relaxed until harry walks through the door two hours later and then jeff’s frustration and doubt and anger, if he’s being honest, are all renewed, fresh like a recently picked scab. 

‘have fun?’ he asks, voice snide and mean in a way he never is with harry. ever. 

harry is in the middle of putting his coat on a hanger. ‘what?’ he asks, eyebrows furrowing. his cheeks are very pink, from the cold. he should’ve worn a scarf. 

‘on your little date. did you have fun?’ jeff places extra emphasis on the word ‘date’, lets it clang out of his mouth like a bullet. 

harry rounds on him. he wobbles for a second because his center of balance has been off since month five, but he casts an imposing figure, his green eyes turned hard and fiery. that’s another thing that’s changed. Pregnant Harry is different from Not-Pregnant Harry; now he always seems ready for a fight. 

‘excuse me?’

jeff shrugs, feigning innocence. ‘is he nice? did he pick up the bill?’

harry’s boots clack loudly on the hardwood as he storms over to where jeff is sitting. ‘what’s your problem?’ 

‘just looking out. wanna make sure that we get the vetting process done early. so that when you guys start playing house we don’t run into any surprises.’

he doesn’t know where any of this is coming from. everything is oozing out of him like lava - hot and molten and burning. he watches as harry visibly flinches, stung. 

‘you’re being an asshole right now,’ harry spits, and jeff catches the moment his lower lip starts to tremble. ‘it was a business meeting. i wanted to talk to him about doing a song, you absolute dickhead.’

jeff wants to wash himself down a sink and turn on the garbage disposal. he knew all of that. really, he did. but he had to go ahead and let his insecurities get the best of him. and now he’s made harry upset. 

he stands and puts his hands up in surrender. ‘h…’ he tries, but harry shakes his head. 

‘no. don’t touch me. don’t even– i don’t even want to look at you right now.’

jeff feels that like a punch to his solar plexus. he nods, because he deserves it. 

‘listen. i’m sorry. i shouldn’t– i didn’t mean those things.’

harry’s eyes are glistening now, and he hastily scrubs at them before any tears can fall, turning so block jeff’s view. ‘yes you did. otherwise you wouldn’t have said them.’

jeff swallows. ‘well. i shouldn’t have said them. it’s not fair to you. i– even if it wasn’t just… for business. you’re like. allowed to see people.’

out of everything, that gets harry’s attention the most. his head whips around so quick jeff worries about him snapping his neck. he sounds borderline hysterical. ‘what?’

‘i just–’

‘what are you on about? do you hear yourself?’

‘you–’

‘no. be quiet. you’ve done enough talking,’ harry says, chest heaving as he breathes quickly. ‘i dont know if you’ve noticed or not, but im pregnant. im having your baby. we moved in together! we literally live under the same roof. sleep in the same bed. i make you coffee in the morning. and im not doing that because i want to play house. i do it because i–’ his face scrunches up. he looks at the ground and lets out a huff of humorless laughter. ‘because i love you. not anyone else. you.’

jeff drops heavily back onto the couch. he puts his head in his hands. can’t believe how badly he’s fucked this up. because surely harry can’t mean present tense. no, after this? jeff might as well start packing his bags now. 

‘harry,’ jeff says to his own socked feet. ‘im sorry.’

harry doesn’t move. doesn’t make a sound. he lets jeff marinate in his own gloriously-proportioned mistake. 

jeff continues, chancing a glance upwards. ‘i can go. if you want. im sure you dont want me around right now.’ 

harry sighs and throws his arms up in exasperation. ‘did you not listen to one thing i just said?’

‘but–’

‘i only want you around. that’s the whole point. even when you make me really, really fucking mad and say stupid, shitty things.’

this is it. jeff wrings his hands together. he stands up and takes a few steps forward, but leaves some space between them. his whole body is tingling, both from harry’s admission and his own, that’s sitting just on the tip of his tongue, ready to be catapulted out there into the open. 

‘i–’ his voice nearly breaks. he swallows and tries again. ‘i love you. too. i mean, in general.’

harry’s still royally pissed - jeff can feel it coming off him in waves - but he can’t conceal the way his lips wobble as he tries to fight a smile. 

‘you’re an idiot,’ he says. ‘a complete idiot. i cook you dinner and ask to cuddle all the time and wash your hair in the shower sometimes. and you thought i was doing all of that, for what? just to be nice?’

‘i didnt know what to think! one minute you’re all comely and sweet, and the next you’re yelling at me because i put a spoon in the wrong drawer.’

‘ive got a baby sitting on my bladder! im hormonal! and you’re the one who did it to me!’

jeff’s throat goes dry. now is not the time to be thinking about that. 

in a few short strides, harry closes the gap between them. well, as much as he can when he has almost a whole foot of belly jutting out from his middle. he grabs jeff by the wrist and brings his hand to the curve of his stomach, just under his ribs. it only takes a few seconds for jeff to feel tiny thumps under his palm and fingers. 

harry cups him around the back of his neck with his free hand. up against jeff’s ear, he softly says, ‘even without this… without them. id still love you.’

jeff presses his forehead against harry’s. ‘i didn’t ruin things, did i?’

harry moves jeff’s hand, so it’s resting over his heart instead. ‘no. this is yours, too.’

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THATS THE SAPPIEST SHIT IVE EVER WRITTEN OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD IM GONNA PUKE!!!!!!!!!!!

[ask-svt-hearteu]

college! Jun

Anon requested: “hullo!!! can i request a college!au for jun? (in the point form and stuff) thank you && i love your aus and posts in general <3”

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 2541

A/N: I legit thought this AU would be easy to write. Turns out, writing someone as a college student when you're not a college student is hard af. I apologize in advance if this was written poorly and didn't reach your expectations lolol -admin soph

double majoring in Performing Arts 

particularly in Dance Focus just like Minghao 

and a Theatre Arts Major in Acting 

has a scholarship so double majoring made it possible for him

having double majors made him really busy all the time 

but he still manages to have time for his friends 

whenever he has free time,

can always be seen in the picnic area of the Campus with his other major friends 

or usually with Minghao, Joshua, and Wonwoo reading in the corner of the university library 

talking about how the author should’ve just done this or that 

when they really should be reading up for the upcoming semester exam

"I dont understand why we need to learn about the history of tap dancing for a whole week." 

"Because the professor likes to give us busy work get over it." 

"Honestly just slap stuff on a paper and he’ll give you an A" 

"Shouldn’t you guys be studying on your upcoming Music Theory test." 

"Shush Joshua." 

or in the studio going through the choreo he, Minghao, Hoshi and Chan made for a performance project and the upcoming winter recital 

or just staying in his dorm, catching up on sleep 

when a show is announced to happen 

he works double 

like seriously

the shows are where theyre able to showcase their talents and what they major in 

so performance majors and theatre majors are made to perform on the same day 

and it stresses him out a lot but he always make sure to do his best 

he has to make and memorize like 2 choreographies with his dance team for the dance performance and has to memorize his lines and get into his character for his acting performance 

even with all these work he would still try to try other things 

like singing and rapping ∙

he can sing pretty well to be in fact but just like Minghao, people wont give him vocal lines for shows smh

outside his major classes, he only chose to take one minor course and that was Linguistics in Korean Language 

thats the only course you both have together actually 

youre an Astronomy Major 

and the only courses you take outside of your major is Linguistics and History 

you have been in Korea for some time now but you still haven’t mastered the language so you thought the Linguistics course might help

you and Jun dont talk much though 

the only time you two were able to talk was when the professor partnered the two of you together and made you guys differentiate different satoori accents 

and that one time you bumped into him on your way to the library 

you also always see him in the picnic area with his friends when you wander around different departments 

sometimes you would sit either on a bench or under a tree, reading a book and you would hear music coming out of a speaker near you 

and you'll see Jun with his dance team practising 

you also noticed how different he is when he is with his friends 

in class, he is this quiet reserved guy sitting at the back, listening to the professor while spinning a pen around his fingers 

with his friends, he is really outgoing and a huge dork 

you would hear him exchanging jokes with Wonwoo and you would quietly laugh at how corny it is 

"What did the dog say to the wall?" 

"Jun stop it's now funny an-." 

"Wolwol" woof woof" in korean

"Aish. Why am I even friends with you?" wonwoo mutters as he quietly think of a better joke

you also would hear him messing around with Joshua 

"Im still offended that you didnt want to go biking with me again after what happened last semester." 

"Hyung. When we got back I honestly thought I was going to pass out right there and then. And you kept leaving me behind." 

"Because you kept taking selcas whenever we took a break, istg Junhui."

and you would hear him talking about a dance he found on youtube with Hoshi 

"They werent hitting the beats on time." 

"Yes but they were expressing the lyrics with their dance." 

"But hitting the beats with the dance moves would look better. And with the dance moves they’re doing, its possible." 

and mostly him just annoying Minghao 

"Jun I swear, stop."

"Were getting all thug now are we?"

"wE AGREED TO NEVER SPEAK ABOUT THAT." 

okay so you were just sitting alone in the University Library, studying for your upcoming test about Astronomy History 

when someone just sat down infront of you 

causing you to slightly jump back from your seat 

"Oh jesus christ jisoos chirst Jun, you scared me." 

"Sorry, my friends wont let me study in peace and all of the tables are taken and you’re the only one I know. I was just wondering if I could study here instead?" he softly smiles at you hopefully

your internally squealing at how adorable he looked with that smile with his messy hair and black hoodie and sweatpants asdfdksla

"Yeah of course, no problem." 

"Thank you." 

and with that, he brought out his books and you both were studying quietly

you can see him looking at you every once and a while 

it made you anxious tbh 

because you thought you had something on your face 

a few minutes later he just put down his book and spoke 

"We don’t talk that much, what major are you?" 

"Im an astronomy major" you replied as you close your book 

"You study space. Wow. Well, I double major in Performance Arts and Theatre arts. " 

you nod, "yeah I see you in shows and recitals. " 

"Oh so you watch me," he smirked, teasing you

you try not to let the blush creeping up show, but before you can reply,

"Im just kidding~ " he chuckles, smiling at you 

"just study" you huff, jokingly being annoyed, that pink flush on your cheeks

 you wont deny that Jun is pretty handsome

and pretty dAMN HOT

and you were pretty sure that you were just attracted to his face since you still dont know him that well 

so you were confused as hell as to why you were blushing and your heart was beating so fast

minutes passed and you still were thinking about why you and your face reacted like that

you didnt even notice Jun looking at through the top of his book

and glancing up, you looked right back at him 

both of your gazes meeting 

you wanting to look away but his eyes, they sparkled like the shining stars you see through a telescope

it looked like a whole different galaxy 

you were able to regain your self-control and you averted your gaze back to what you were reading 

so you didn’t see him stare at you longer for a moment, dazed by your eyes

tired of studying, you have just been rereading the same paragraph over and over again 

you just wanted to go to the student cafe and get a mocha latte 

somehow, Jun read your mind 

"You have been staring at that page for forever, you wanna take a break and go the cafe?" 

"Did you just read my mind Wen Junhui?" you chuckle

"What if I did y/l/n y/f/n?" 

"Then you should already know my answer" you wink playfully

he just grins at your response 

on the way out, you guys passed by Junhui's table of friends 

one of them was a girl 

so you figured that it might be one of his friends girlfriends 

"Me and y/n are going to the student cafe, if you need me, I'm there," Jun said to them before waving goodbye 

the whole 10 minutes walk to the cafe was filled with a lot of talking 

Jun told you about how he met his friend Minghao 

how he literally spat on his face on their first meeting because of his braces 

you told him why you decided to move to Korea 

why you decided to take Astronomy 

arriving at the cafe, you both ordered your lattes and sat at a booth near the window

as you both were talking, the conversation got kind of serious

Jun told you about why he chose two majors 

because he didnt want to limit himself to only one

and that he also found his passion for dancing growing through the majors he took 

the two of you talked about how its hard to be away from your loved ones 

mostly about yourselves was the main topic 

after hours that seemed like minutes of talking, 

you both exchanged numbers and went back to your dorms 

you both started hanging out a lot after that 

he memorized your schedule, you memorized his 

knowing when the other was free, the two of you also had this cycle 

he would visit you in your department, get a latte, and walk to the library 

sometimes you would be the one who would visit him 

but the cycle goes on 

you learned a lot about him 

you learned that he is basically this tall cat person who is a big dork on the inside 

he would text you lame ass jokes at 3am 

he would even call you at 3am just to remind you that he is handsome

which is true, but he didnt have to wake you up at 3am to remind you that

and the more the two of you hung out, the more your feelings for him deepens 

he is just this precious dork that you want to protect 

today was Jun's free time 

before you could text him and ask if he wanted to hang out, 

he beat you to it 

‘A little birdy told be were both free. Do you want to stop by at the studio and hang out with us? :>’ 

‘Sure Hui. Are they okay with me being there?’ 

‘Of course, dont worry about it." 

"Okay see you in a bit." 

you decided to buy lattes for everyone before going to the studio 

they’ll be tired from practising so you really didnt mind buying 5 lattes 

when you got there, they were sitting in the middle of the room, sweating and panting 

you greet them and hand them their lattes

"Thank you y/n~ Jun your girlfriend is the best." Hoshi giggles, making you stutter

 "I-I’m not his girlfriend,” you say half chuckling

"Yet." he whispers, you not hearing

you have only hung out with his friends a few times 

but they already made you feel like you were part of the group, talking with them for hours 

they even let you watch the recent dance they made for a project

and ofcourse, they kept teasing you and Jun

"Jun how dare you let your girlfriend walk around campus alone." 

he glances at you, with a look you can’t decipher

"She isn’t my girlfriend."

after a while, you decided it was time to go back to your dorm 

you said your goodbyes to them before going 

"You like her. Be honest." Minghao says as he nudges Jun 

"Maybe I do, she doesn’t feel the same." Jun sighs

"Theres only one way to find out." Hoshi points out, grinning 

"Ask her out." Chan says as he pats Jun on the back 

"I will." Jun smiles at them, trying his best to be confident 

okay so your request of using the observatory room has been accepted

today was your free time, so what better way to spend it other than stargazing 

you invited Jun but he still hasn’t responded 

so you went there on your own 

you honestly liked being alone with the stars 

it made you feel at home 

after staying there for a while Jun texted you saying that he’ll be there in a few minutes 

when he came, you were laying down on the floor and just looking up in the sky 

so he just lays down next to you 

it stayed like that for a few minutes 

"Did you know that we’re basically made from stardust? Its amazing to think that those beautiful stars are made from the same thing." you say, breaking the silence 

"Is that really true?" he asks, turning to you 

"I like to believe that its true” you say softly, continuing to stare

"It probably is. Because ever since we talked, you have been my brightest star in my darkest days." he said in a whisper like manner,

but you still heard it 

you didnt say anything else 

your heart was beating rapidly at this point 

you were honestly biting the inside of your cheek just in case you were dreaming 

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING 

you were basically freaking out inside 

"What?" you ask nervously

"....I was just wondering...if you want to go have dinner with me sometime?" he asks shyly 

"Like a date?" you say, turning to stare at him

"Doesnt have to be! Lets just pretend I didnt say that" he says quickly 

"Oh, too bad. I was gonna say yes." you reply, teasing him

"....really?" his eyes brightening

“Yes Hui." 

with you still laying on the floor, he sits up, grabbing your hands

staring down at you

"Then I take it back,” he smiles happily, “Will you go have dinner with me sometime?"

"I would love to Junhui." you reply, smiling back

and so he lays back down, closer to you this time

your shoe grazing his leg

his hand gently looping your fingers in his

when Junhui told his friends that the two of you were dating, 

almost in unison, "WE KNEW IT!!" 

after a while, it started spreading across Junhui's department and yours 

you honestly didnt know it would be this big of a deal 

Jun would always visit you 

AND I MEAN ALWAYS 

even on days where he is really busy, he would still visit you 

you find it really sweet 

and loving that smile that would light up on his face, 

you would also visit him at his studio 

the boys have taken you in as one of them 

it feels like you’re a part of this big family 

and Jun being cheesy, for the first and last Saturday of every month,

he would reserve the observatory and you two will spend your free time there 

he would put a blanket on the floor and bring food 

and you two would stargaze, eat and talk for hours

or Jun saying pick up lines for hours

"I must be the Sun and you must be Earth, cause the closer we get, the hotter you become." he says winking 

"Jun...why." you say, covering your face in slight embarrassment

"No~ dont cover your face. I want to see the way stars shine in your eyes." he replies cheekily

"Jun one more I swear. Where do you even get all of these?” 

you say questioning why you fell for this huge dork

as you blush really hard

“from my love for you”

Jun honestly loves making you blush 

looking at you, awed by your rosy cheeks

pulling you in close and wrapping his arms around you 

he kisses your head 

“My love for you is like the universe. Incredibly big and expanding vastly everyday."

MASTERLIST

[lhugbereth]

AU where Gladio is a icehockeyplayer. One day he was too early for practice and was about to step on the icerink but noticed that it's occupied by a certain blonde. Prompto was practicing a routine and Gladio was mesmerized by Prompto who's moving on the ice in ways he didnt even knew was possible. Gladio was half hard by the end when Prompto noticed a watcher and quickly left while blushing. From that day he's earlier for practice just to get a glance of Prompto( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hah!! I love it!! We could call it Promptio on Ice and get super rich off of it! 

*looks at 5 million other projects* ….But for today, I’m just going to add some headcanons to your delicious idea ;) 

(Under the cut cause this got hella long - SFW mostly!) 

- Prompto’s been into figure skating since he was a little kid. He loves being out on the ice, feels more at home there than anywhere else. More than anything, he loves being out on the ice alone, just him and the sound of his skates cutting across the rink. It’s easy to get lost in that sound, to forget his coach and the audience and the judges. It’s not about winning, it’s about escape. 

- Gladio started playing ice hockey as soon as his father could get a pair of skates small enough to fit him. Clarus himself played for the Insomnia Kings for years, even made it into the HoF, and so naturally big things are expected of his only son. And yeah, Gladio is good - he’s the team’s youngest MVP and earned himself the nickname “the Shield” on the rink (no one has ever managed to knock him down)

- But Gladio lives in the shadow of his father, and despite the accolades he never quite feels like he’s good enough. So he stays late after practices, hits the ice for another hour or two all alone. He tells himself the extra training will pay off someday…. Yet something still feels like it’s missing.

- One day, after a restless post-game night, Gladio decides to hit the rink a full four hours before practice. He imagines the place will be deserted, but is surprised to find the back entrance already unlocked and the lights on in the locker room. He changes into his gear, heads out to the rink…. And is stunned to see a lone figure skater already using it. 

- He’s beautiful. Like, really beautiful. Even in a sweatshirt and black leggings, Gladio can see the dedication the skater is putting into each move - he lands every jump with practiced precision, adding flourishes of his hips and hands that make it look effortless. Gladio knows better, he knows what it takes to move on the ice like that…. Although he’s never seen anyone move with such perfect grace. Or such natural eroticism. 

- He watches for at least fifteen minutes. Totally and painfully aware of his erection under his heavy gear. There’s nothing he can do about it, though, and he sure as hell can’t skate with a big fat boner. So he resigns himself to the side of the rink to watch. 

- Prompto is breathless by the time he comes out of his last spin. He’s been here long enough, he thinks, and starts for the locker room. That’s when he notices he has an audience. He freezes, realizing that hunky hockey guy is staring right at him, and instantly panics. How long has he been there? How much did he see? Then the hockey hunk is standing up like he wants to say something and oh shit - ! Prompto freaks, flips up his hood, and zooms off to the far exit of the rink. He’ll send someone back for his shoes and his bag. 

- Gladio, of course, feels like a dick for scaring the kid off, especially without even getting his name. He doesn’t, however, feel like enough of a dick not to jerk off to the mental replay of the performance later in the showers, or even again that night in his bed. Something about that kid has him hooked, refuses to let go, and so he decides to head back to the rink early the next morning, as well. 

- The missed sleep pays off. Despite having run off the day before, the mystery skater is back, and this time Gladio is ready. He foregoes his usual gear, wearing only a hoodie and a pair of boot-cut jeans over his skates as he glides silently out onto the ice. It takes a moment for the kid to notice him, but when he does his bright blue eyes go wide and he almost loses his footing - catching himself just in time to land the jump but not to hide the blush that spreads across his face. Gladio laughs. Up close the kid if even more beautiful, with bright blonde hair that looks like he fell asleep on the ice, and freckles spattering his cheeks. 

- Gladio offers a hand for balance, almost surprised when the kid takes it after only a moment of hesitation. His voice hitches as he mumbles his thanks. He doesn’t seem to be able to meet his gaze without turning even redder, so he stares at the space between their skates while he slows to a stop. Gladio can’t quit smiling. “Anytime, beautiful.”

- Prompto knows next to nothing about any sports outside of his own, and therefore has never heard of Gladio and doesn’t know he’s kind of a big deal. Likewise, Gladio has no idea that Prompto is considered a prodigy on the ice (he’d never acknowledge that himself, anyway) and their mutual ignorance allows them to relax as they first start talking, then skating together. 

- They develop a routine. Every morning, they meet on the ice before the rink even opens to practice together. Gladio quickly realizes that the grace and finesse with which Prompto skates is what he’s been lacking in his own technique. He begs Prompto to teach him, and though it takes time (and lots of hands-on practice, which leaves them both far more flustered than they’re willing to admit - because really?! Why are Prompto’s hands so soft? And why are Gladio’s muscles so firm??? The nerve!) eventually Gladio manages to get down the basics. 

- He’s so grateful that he asks Prompto to go out and celebrate with him. Like, drinks. Together. Just the two of them. 

- It isn’t until Prompto shows up wearing a nice shirt with his hair styled down as flat as he could tame it that Gladio realizes it’s a date.  

- They both have a great time. Until they’re several beers in and someone recognizes Gladio, asks for an autograph and gets everyone in the bar clamoring after him. Prompto is adorably confused. Gladio (ever polite to his fans, no matter how pissed he might be) finally excuses himself to ask Prompto if they can go somewhere more private. 

- This, of course, leads them back to Prompto’s apartment. Which wasn’t Gladio’s intention but…now that they’re here…. Prompto puts on some old 90′s movie about hockey (it’s literally the only movie Gladio recognizes from his collection) and they order a pizza and get comfy together on the couch. Prompto doesn’t protest when Gladio wraps an arm around his shoulder. And Gladio doesn’t mind in the least when Prompto’s hand ends up on his thigh. And if the night ends with them cuddled up on the sofa, Prompto asleep on Gladio’s chest and surrounded by his arms, well…. Maybe Gladio’s complaining just a little bit. Only because it’s really hard to keep his boner from jabbing Prompto in the stomach. Which would just be rude. 

[To be continued…?] 

[snapping-bees]

Werewolf!Taeil AU

wow this one is really long and honestly wrote itself,,,

like this could have been a series instead of an AU

d/n -> your dog’s name

doesn’t even try to be normal

uses it to the best of his advantage

works at a doggy daycare/grooming that your friend owns

you tend to be there a lot helping out your friend

you’re not much of a dog person but that’s only because a few months back d/n got attacked 4 separate times on walks

you like YOUR dog,,,, not others

you’ve seen him work and he’s literally the best with dogs

wherever he goes, there’s a tiny pack following

he breaks any tension between dogs like nothing

your friend can go on & on about how lucky they are to have found him

“it’s almost like he has a 6th sense hahahahaha

a week later you bring d/n in

chatting with your friend for a quick “how are you”

you hear it

you hear it

the attacker dog’s barking along with d/n’s yelp

 friend and u rushing into the scene there’s a bit of blood

not enough to make you panic

but enough to make you and your friend pissed

a nick on your dog’s ear, a slash on attacker’s neck

and a gash on Taeil’s arm

hes standing between them

when you get there everything is calming down

everyone’s breath is slowing

“LEE. EXPLAI-”

“-HUSH”

.... he looks so tense but relaxed?????

you see his eyes gleam Olive green for a few seconds

attacker dog sulks away as yours trots towards Taeil

spinning and wagging at him, he takes d/n into his arms

approaching you two he starts, “alright so-”

an annoyed looking girl comes from behind him

giving a half-assed apology and explanation

she gets fired.

on.

the.

spot.

the moment the door closes behind her

“UUUGGHHHH THANK YOU she was the WORST”

friend replies, “why didnt you tell me? i would have kicked her sooner”

  “watch your employees, hold better interviews, bad employees are fun to watch in this biz”

“is it just me or did his eyes change color, it seemed, kinda cool,,,”

he hesitates,, “oh that, it just happens when I get a kick of adrenaline 

as the 3 of you chat, you notice d/n is being a fidgeting mess

taeil is bouncing, spinning flipping, moving d/n’s head away

??????????

d/n is trying to lick his arm

taeil suddenly flinches so hard he almost drops d/n

he tries to brush off the gash,,

“it’ll buff... unless you wanna patch it up for me ;)

its the least you could do,,,,,,,,

you barely tap his shoulder and he jumps and cringes

stepping back you gasp and he BELLOWS with laughter

“UGH. SIT STILL.”

After all this d/n is basically in love with him

weeks later d/n is always on edge, even at home

doesnt want to go on walks

only lays in bed

doesnt eat

you ask Taeil to come over, maybe he can help

turns out d/n is just being a brat

doesn’t like the dog food you buy anymore

He highly suggests a certain brand and even his own creation

he even offers some taking out 2 containers from his bag

“I didnt think you had a dog,,,,,

“ i dont.....

.................

“OH UH, I ,,,, Have,,,A lot OF FRiENds with dogs, and, i thought d/n might want som e hahahaaaaaaaaaaaah,,,,”

ever since he visits often and brings his own puppy chow for d/n

this kid falls asleep with d/n in the over sized dog bed

its late, you dont bother him, he sleeps over accidentally

they are your angels <3

you on the other hand, restless. up and down, toss and turn, all night.

 you hear such a ruckus you cant ignore it

hearing rushed foot steps, clattering of plastic, heavy breathing, d/n barking

you catch Taeil with his hand on the door knob

“what are you doing? stay, its late and you’re upsetting d/n

“no, I have to go. right now.

“what? why? just stay,,,

he opens the door but you grab his wrist and rest your head on his arm

“just stay, please, its late.

he sighs, gently closes the door, and holds your shoulders

he’s forcing the eye contact so hard

“Can you keep a secret?

rubbing sleep out of your eye

“of course, anything for you

Que lip bite

“trust me, and dont panic

“im panicking

“then im leaving

as hes walking towards the door again

“n0 im fine come’on

he gets behind a couch and begins undressing

“im panicking

“i asked you to trust me,,,

eyes swirling back to Olive green, body pulsating

“IM PANICKING

nails growing, holding back grunts and yells

d/n is running circles around him with happy playful barks

his coat is long and sleek dark grey 

the definition of elegance

shifted, he walks towards you

kinda just lays on ya feet waiting for you to absorb everything

No wonder hes so damn good at work

tbh you faint.

he drags you to the dog bed where all 3 of you spend the rest of the night

[wasabi-duck]

demigod tae

i was gonna say something low key salty about got7 but i won't cause i don't want to get beat up

anyway this is demigod tae

if that wasn't obvious

alright let's start from the beginning shall we

tae’s dad was a simple man, just a farmer

a livestock farmer like a very small farm down in the countryside of upper new york, just past corning

can you raise livestock there well i guess you can now

it's mostly cows!! but there's also a little plot of land dedicated to growing some crops maybe like a sweet potato that seems valuable

okay anyway he has his little farm, taehyung’s dad that is, and he's pretty isolated all to himself

he gets together with some other fatness occasionally and sells his goods whatever that may be

idk about farming im just going off harvest moon okay

but you know it's whatever

okay down to the drama

there's a forecast for major flooding in the area, and tae’s dad is a little worried because while he's on high ground, he loves his little cows and he will not let them get hurt

so when the rain starts to fall, he grabs seven hundred blankets and treks out to the barn where all the cows are

he pats down some hay and makes a little nest for himself so he can chill with the cows

the rain starts to pour and it's actually rather alarming how hard it's slamming against the roof, but tae’s dad feels infinitely better knowing he's with the cows and they're safe

he's relaxing, singing some songs to the cows, when there's this sudden slamming against the barn door

tae’s dad thinks he must be hearing things, but he's maybe too curious for his own good, and so he goes to check it out for himself

he opens the door cautiously, and standing there in the pouring down rain is a pretty lady, with a hoodie under a pair overalls

she's very tanned, and her hair is dark and a little unruly, and her eyes are the color of the earth right after it rains

tae’s dad gets all flustered because she's gorgeous but then he snaps out of it and ushers her in

so what if she's oh, i don't know, a serial killer or something

she's kill him with a garden hoe or something smh

anyway he quickly searches around the barn and finds some old blankets and hands them over

he then takes off his jacket and says he'll close his eyes if she wants to put it on

he definitely doesn't try to peek through his fingers

no he wouldn't, he's a good guy and he gives her the privacy she needs and when she changes he opens his eyes again

“how'd you even find this place?” he can't help but ask

the lady ignores him at first, heading over to buttercup the cow and rubbing her head affectionately

finally she looks over at tae’s dad “lost.”

he gives her this look because who even wanders out into the countryside anyhow?? like how did she even find the countryside???

“you must really love these cows. they're fond of you.” the lady says with a soft smile. “especially this one.”

and tae’s dad eyes widen and he just gives her this look “wait can you---”

“what?” and she smiles and goes back to petting the cows

obviously she can't really escape the rain and so the lady decides to camp out with tae’s dad and the cows for the night

and they spend the entire night rambling about their favorite flowers and favorite garden plants and favorite vegetables to grow and the best ways to care for chickens

they don't even sleep because they spend the entire night talking and also the rain is really really loud they can't sleep under those conditions

and she won't reveal her name the entire night but when the sun starts to rise, she looks over at tae’s dad and kinda mumbles “the names demeter”

and tae’s dad eyes light up and he gets all smiley “you mean like the greek goddess??”

“something like that”

and by mid morning, the rain has calmed down into a soft sort of drizzle and demeter could easily leave but she chooses not too, instead the two of them stay in the barn and keep talking

and they kind of get on the topic of the farm and demeter is all “oh is it only you caring for everything here?”

and he nods “it's fine. not many people like farming.”

“i like farming.”

it starts out with demeter showing up bright-eyed every morning, ready to work under the blazing sun with tae’s dad and yes it's hard work but they're always smiling and getting to know each other better and tae’s dad’s corny farm jokes make demeter giggle and blush

get it

corny jokes

cause it's a farm

okay but the months go on and demeter is staying later and later and the two are getting closer and closer

and finally tae’s dad is like “there's an extra room in the house”

and that's when demeter officially moves in with tae’s dad

she's like wow yikes i wasn't planning on falling in love with him this is--- this is new

so she's like well i better tell him i'm the actually the greek goddess so when he's scared away at least there'll be a valid reason for it

and so one day she comes down to breakfast and sits on the old wooden bench where a plate of scrambled eggs and fresh strawberries is waiting for her

she kinda smiles a bit because wow she really is in love??

and tae’s dad comes down the stairs and his hair is a mess and he looks sleepy still and demeter is literally heart eyes for days

he comes and sits across from her and has the most gentle of smiles on his lips

demeter starts to play with her hands nervously “look, i gotta tell you something…”

and tae’s dad rests his hands on hers to try and calm her “it's okay!! i already know your secret.”

“you, you do?!”

“you like me, don't you?”

and demeter just stares at him because he's giggling to himself and he looks so damn proud of himself

“i thought that one was obvious.” she laughs and she leans over and kisses him on the nose

and yes, she eventually tells him her actual secret and yes he totally flips out but not in a bad way more like the most excited wonderful way in the world

they don't actually get married because yah she's a goddess that kind of breaks the goddess rules but they basically act like it

they raise all the beautiful cattle and sunflowers and carrots together

but

but is that enough??

nah fam it's not

they're sitting at breakfast again right

and they're holding hands as the sun shines through the window and the birds sing outside

“look, i gotta tell you something…”

tae’s dad laughs and he kisses her forehead “oh come on, i already know you're the goddess demeter!!”

“i thought that one was obvious…”

they both laugh but get serious again

“look, the reality of it is… i'm pregnant”

tae’s dad screams for maybe the next seven years?? yah, at least seven

he spins her in his arms and kisses her face all over and then kisses her stomach

zeus doesn't even seem interested in demeter and gods only know why

but she gets to stay with tae’s dad, and eventually, with lil baby tae

as soon as he can crawl baby tae is out in the garden, messing with the sunflower, pulling up carrots, trying to talk to the bumble bees

he's the cutest baby and he's spoiled by his parents, especially so by demeter who gives him the gift of being able to grow plants by singing to them

like one day he'll have the potential to control plants with his song but right now he's a small bean baby

get it bean

cause demeter

anyway tae is raised knowing who his mom is and he's so damn proud even though he's not allowed to tell anyone he's so proud of her and he thinks she's the coolest person in the world

he obviously loves his dad too

small bean tae names all the cows after his godly aunts and uncles and apollo is so damn offended he has an ugly ass cow named after him

tae absolutely adores nature like both of his parents and he's like i'm gonna be a farmer like both of you guys are!!

and demeter is like look buddy… and that's when she gives him the whole demigod talk like we love you and everything but eventually zeus is gonna come for my ass and i won't be here to protect you any longer and you need to go to a special place called camp half blood

and tae just about sobs because he's such a momma and daddy’s boy like he loves both of his parents and the idea of having to be separated from his parents breaks his heart

after he hears about camp half blood he sleeps in his parents bed for like four weeks straight

but alas the time comes for him to go and unlike most demigods there's no monster attack, no monster chase scene

it's just him and his parents all walking hand in hand to the border of camp half blood

tae is sniffling, because even though he's like twelve years old he loves his parents more than anything

demeter promises he's always welcome back home but she might not be there, and he need to learn and train to be able to defend himself in the demigod world

so tae reluctantly steps past the border and when he gets inside he's a sniffling mess but guess what's above his head it's demeter’s emblem

the most adorable boy in the world comes running over to tae and he gets all flustered because the boy is up in space and he's so adorable

“hi i'm hoseok!! i know about you, you're the one who named a cow after my dad!! my dad said i should seek revenge but you're so cute, so i'll take you to your cabin instead!!”

that's how tae ends up in the demeter cabin, surrounded by a bunch of siblings who immediately put a flower crown on his head and a giggling hoseok who wants one too

i didnt know this was four pages long but it already is and im at school typing this aren’t you guys im willing to sacrifice my grades for this au

jk im in creative writing this is a really chill class and i can get away with doing this kind of thing

okay anyway tae grows up at camp and he always goes back to visit his dad because demeter is back up on olympus but she drops by sometimes and they’ll have picnics together

but for the most part his days are spent at camp, training and overall being one of the heartthrobs of camp

like i know demeter has a wicked wrath, just think like winter?? but i see the demeter cabin being pretty chill, almost like your stereotypical hippies

like tae is super happy go lucky we all know that but at camp he has like zero boundaries he would probably walk up to someone and be like wow you’re so cute i wanna kiss you!!

probably how he met jeongguk tbh, and then yoongi respectively who then threatened to beat the daylights out of him

okay anyway he always has his flower crown perched atop his head, it’s never like him actively picking flowers for his crown, but like since he has the ability to revive things, he can take flowers that have died and revive them for his cute little crown

he makes some for all of bangtan and it’s quite the ordeal because hoseok asks if he can pretty please have sunflowers, and pink roses are obviously the flower of choice for jin, but yoongi whines and complains when he doesn’t have the same kind of flowers as jeongguk has

tae should make a business out of it or something

okay but i don’t see tae as someone who actively wants to fight even if it’s for his own protection, he thinks that monsters probably have good in them if you look long and hard enough for it

but he can’t just rely on that philosophy when you know- he’s about to be eaten

he has a spear and it’s a perfect fit because he’s tall and he’s agile and it can be used as defense as well as a weapon unlike like, idk a bow or something

okay anyway back to tae being the cutest smallest bean at camp who isn’t actually small but whatever

okay so you’re pretty on the dl around camp, you stick to your cabin, a few close friends, but you definitely don’t go out there and try to get to learn everyone and their stories

you like to spend your days, sparring with close friends, reading, hanging in the arts cabin, or just kind of doing your own thing

the rockwall is something you’ve always wanted to try though and so one day you’re like you know what i’m gonna head down there and i’m gonna climb the wall of doom

but there’s kind of a line going on because like while anyone can just go for it, it’s hard to maneuver when there’s seventy two other people trying to climb the same area that you are

and you’re like i can do this, i’ll wait, it’s no big deal

but after a while, you feel a pair of eyes on you

you know how you can just tell when someone is staring at you?

well that’s the feeling you're getting right then and there and so you spin around and leaning up against a tree is the most handsome person you have ever seen

he’s tall, dark, and handsome

i finally can use this

yes, in all of these au’s, all the boys retain their natural glow, this is an anti-whitewashing blog

anyway he catches you staring and you would assume he would look away all embarrassed but nah fam, he gives you one of those nods, and then winks and you immediately turn back around and shove your hands into your pockets because that is not allowed to happen no sir how dare he do that to you

how dare he attack you in your own home

but guess what you can still feel his eyes boring a hole into the back of your head and you will not tolerate this oh no

so you spin back around and he smiles and motions you over and you’re like hoe don’t do it but you do anyway

you cautiously make your way over to him and when he sees you’re actually coming his eyes light up and this huge smile breaks out on your face and you’re like this is what heaven looks like i guess

“i’m taehyung, but you can call me tae, or babe, whichever you prefer”

you roll your eyes and laugh a bit and he laughs too and wow that’s a very nice life

you introduce yourself and then you ask why he called you over and suddenly he looks confused and you have this sudden panic that maybe he was waving to someone else but then he smiles all cute

“well, it’s cause you’re adorable!! and i wanted to tell you, duh”

and you get super blushy and flustered and stare up at him and he just gives a shrug and smiles again

“me and my friends are probably gonna head down to the lake later today, do you wanna come?”

a few hours later, you find yourself fending off hoseok and taehyung who are trying to splash you and jeongguk with water

seokjin pulls down his sunglasses to glare and jimin mimics him and yoongi naps under his floppy sunhat

namjoon is stuck in the middle of the war

when you prove very resistant to his attacks, tae starts singing to the seaweed and suddenly it’s all up on your legs and you squeal and try to move but the seaweed has you in place

tae giggles and demands your surrender but before he can claim victory, hoseok splashes him and tae falls back in the water dramatically

you break through the seaweed and run over to him to see if he’s okay but when you lean over, tae grabs your arm and pulls you down into the water with you

it’s really shallow so it’s not it’s dangerous and you practically fall onto tae so there’s that happening

you gasp loudly and try to get up but he tells you that it’s really fine and that you can be his human shield from that traitor hoseok

which you end up doing

besides tae is just warm?? and laying in the water next to him isn’t half bad

after that you’re always with the group, no matter what

mostly with tae but the group does exist in the background…

like you even get an honorary flower crown and tae acts oblivious when namjoon calls him out for using flowers that mean beauty and attraction and love

but you and tae don't really ever hang out alone because one of the boys if not more are tagging along--

until you get sent on a quest

and taehyung is the only one who tags along

there's been some suspicious activity out west and you and taehyung have been chosen to go expect the issue and fix what needs to be mended

the quest is really freaking vague and you and tae are somewhat confused but hey, as long as tae is by your side you don't mind

he's not very good at fighting and you always have to protect him, but he can use certain plants to heal your wounds if needed

he likes to set up camp at night and he always volunteers to watch first so you can sleep

he's also pointing out the different kinds of plants you encounter in each of the different states and he talks about all their properties

at first things were kind of !! because obv you both had a thing for each other deep down but after a week in tae was like you know what---

and so he casually holds your hand and when you question it he says “it's safer this way”

he lets you use his sleeping bag because he insists it's warmer

okay anyway you get to the good old west and you're like okay so what are we supposed to do---

and suddenly you get an iris message and yoongi and jin appear on the screen and you're like my dudes!!!

but they look absolutely worried and now you're kind of questioning what's going on

jin sounds absolutely panicked “you two need to leave, it's not safe for you anymore, we figured out why you two are there and-”

the message cuts off suddenly but right before it's gone you hear yoongi curse

you and tae exchange horrified looks but you shake your head “look, we're aware, we'll be okay…”

there's a sudden rustling from behind you and you and tae spin, but a small kid comes walking up and you're like where---

“hi, i'm minhyuk!! i'm from camp jupiter, you must be taehyung?”

taehyung glares “hey i'm not the only person here”

and he introduces you with a scowl

“it's okay…” you rub his arm soothingly “i didn't know there was another camp--”

“really??” minhyuk just shrugs. “well come with me, we have a lot to talk about!!”

minhyuk grabs you by the hand and tae just about has a heart attack because wait no other cute boys aren't allowed to touch you like that !!

but anyway you end up at camp jupiter or as you like to call it “camp sticks up their asses” because it's so strict

it's nothing like camp half blood and while it's definitely impressive it's not home whatsoever

and like everyone seems way too interested in taehyung and you're not liking it whatsoever

like everyone is like wow you're so handsome and so gifted and so strong

and tae is like i've never killed a monster lol

and they just--- still so handsome and so gifted and so strong!!!

and you're wondering what the heck is going on and why you're here and what your quest is

but one day while you and tae are eating your meal, one of the campers, a kid named wonho, asks tae to follow him

you get up to tag along but wonho smiles softly “we'll be back in a few okay??”

but they're not back in a few

in fact it's night and you're still waiting for tae

luckily a pair of friends named taeil and sicheng try to keep you company and cheer you up

but you're sniffling because you and tae are a duo and now he's gone---

and it's light out and camp and you go to the guest house alone

it's past midnight when tae comes stumbling in

you bolt up and slide off the bunk to meet him and you pull him into your arms

“what the hell is going on?!”

taehyung shakes his head “they're trying… the gods are a bunch of crackheads--”

and how he's rambling and he's talking about the gods and how their split personas are getting worse and how zeus///jupiter has this wild idea to try and merge camps permanently through an exchange program of sorts and how he was the one nominated along with the wonho kid and neither of them had a say in it whatsoever

and taehyung says he will not do it there's no way in all the underworld he will do it

and you tell him to calm down and take some deep breaths because he's overworking himself but he takes you by the shoulders

“i'm not leaving camp half blood!! i grew up there!! my family is there!! and you're there, i'm not ever going to leave your side!!”

“tae, nobody ever said-”

“i love you!!!”

and you two just stare at each other and there are hot tears streaming down his face but he smiles softly “gods i really love you”

and he leans down and kisses you so so so gently as if you might break if he's any rougher

that night you two crawl into the same bunk, snuggled together and praying for the best

you're both shaken awake violently though, and you open your eyes to see taeil and minhyuk standing there

“hurry up hurry up, we're getting you out!!”

the four of you sneak out of the cabin to the edge of camp and you're like but what about the guards but minhyuk just laughs and giggles

boom you're swept up in this black mist and it feels like you're body is pulling itself apart---

tae grabs your hand and squeezes it tight

when you open your eyes you're standing in the middle of what looks like a desert

“sorry, shadow travel is exhausting” minhyuk yawns

and you and tae just stare in confusion??? because minhyuk??? a son of pluto??? but he's so pure???

“opposites attract i guess!!!”

he says he and taeil will get you guys out of california for protection

and they do

you and tae make it back to camp half blood safely and you explain the details to chiron because he wasn't even sure what was going on

he says he'll try to mediate ok the gods behalf

and most of the gods side against zeus so it's okay!!!

you and tae are safe and very much in love

the end

[isaacathom]

okay so i had a vague idea for dodan which makes sense for the characters to do and explains the fumbling misteps of the villain but is kind of, in a narrative construction sense, big Weird, so lets go

the core conceit of the mystery is that someone is trying to frame Christopher Brennan for serial murder, and in doing so implicate the broader Brennan family (his parents (not including Alexis, initially), his brother, his step uncle, and then some reverberations back to the capital) for like. both petty reasons and for sorta like, i guess corporate espionage? thats absolutely not the phrase i want. sabotage? sabotage is better. some kinda sabotage on the brennan family by their association with all THIS that lets this rival group muscle into their turf, right. and thats kinda shit, but whatever, we accept this for what it is at present.

a lot of this plot hinges on a specific outcome - that being that Johnathan Brennan, Christopher’s older brother, is assigned as the primary investigator of the case. and thats not a bad assumption once theyve gotten a whole bunch of the other options off the table (some accidents, holidays, etc, its managed). johns a smart guy, trusting him to handle it himself is fair. 

but they didn’t count on Ryan Lane, Dowburne Chief of Police or w/e, going ‘haha yea no this is looking like a serial murder im gonna call in someone with more experience’ and bringing in Alexis.

the change is that initially, Ryan does go with it! with the first body, John is assigned as primary detective and heads out to start investigating, asking questions. but when the second body is found at some god awful hour the next morning, Ryan goes ‘oh fuck no’, calls the people to the scene, and then calls around to find an experienced detective, eventually landing on Alexis Norton.

this completely blindsides the member of the conspiracy who is a cop, because they literally arent in the office when this happens and the first they hear about this is when alexis shows up at the crime scene. so, shit. but, okay, this can be worked with. this is fine. this doesnt affect much, right?

except that with Alexis’ help, Christopher ends up arrested for questioning far earlier than anticipated, and at such a time and with such little warning that, well... obviously, if theyre framing christopher, they cant do any killings while christopher is under lock and key. but the killer end doesnt find out and until its too late, and so suddenly has to find a way to dispose of the body. and thus, chucks it in the dowburne river.

which would be fine, if the dynamic duo of dastardly death-deliverers didn’t decide that alexis is a huge risk to the operation. after finding out that Alexis = Westbrook = Christopher’s parent no3 (no2? order?), theyre like ‘okay, this works, we can spin alexis’ death as part of this, okay good’. they lure alexis into a trap by loitering near the next body and then calling in a report about that person later being on a bridge, at which point the whole ‘alexis gets thrown in a river’ thing happens. but again, they fucked it. because the killer fell in as well. and they had to get out sneaky so they werent caught, esp since some of their face paint came off, rendering them possibly recognisable by facial scanners, big no-no. which means that noone saw the killer leave the river (though they admit they might have been distracted trying to get alexis out, because, yknow, aw Shit).

so because noone saw the killer leave the water, and johnathan admits that he completely forgot about them while trying to save alexis, people end up trawling the river for a possible body. and what do they find! but the body of the person they accidentally killed while christopher was in custody. because when they decided ‘whats the cleanest way to get rid of the detective? i know, lets chuck them off a bridge, theres no way they can swim (correct)’, they DID actually think about the body and chose a bridge that they thought would a) work well for the scheme, needed low fencing etc and b) would be far enough away from wherever the body had ended up. didnt quiiite consider the potential for the body to have gotten stuck on something underwater, so, whoops! big whoops!

the point is that the killer duo are fucking incompetent because alexis arriving throws them completely off.

the big change was having the bar body be the second in the chain, though with hindsight i suppose it can still work if its the first body but ryan changes his mind about having johnathan investigate it solo? like sends john out plus the handful of others who will help keep the crime scene intact, etc and then after they all leave ryan goes ... no i gotta find someone else to help. that does still work and means alexis is there from the start, and that their arrival is still something of a surprise that still throws the duo for a loop

man the duo really are incompetent though. like they did specifically want alexis’ murder to be clean, because it was on short enough notice and in BROAD FUCKING DAYLIGHT that they couldnt necessarily set up their Christopher tools, right, and they didnt wanna tie any dna or anything in, so the idea is they basically shove them off a bridge, easy, clean, we got fucking gloves. just. kinda fucked it. screwed the pooch. mfers incompetent. ditto the second time they try to kill alexis by fucking shooting them, because they got spotted by johnathan who took the shot. and that ruins everything! because while they can reasonably wrangle a justification for Chris to murder Alexis (abandoning them all, etc, etc, the cop heard Lavinia yell at Alexis so theyve got the jist), they cannot wrangle a reason that Chris would try to kill Johnathan. even though Johns a cop/detective and Chris is in like, a gang, it doesnt make sense. theyre still brothers. theyre still close. they were BANKING on that closeness to implicate the broader brennan clan in trying to cover up Christopher’s crimes! Hurting John was a side effect of that. but they just fuckng shot johnathan brennan while pretending to be Christopher. nope! you could possibly make that more obvious by having John spot the shooter, warn Alexis such that the shot whiffs, and then the killer - who is established at this point to be an impatient son of a bitch - angrily shoots at Johnathan for stopping the shot, hitting him and then going ‘oh fuck’. because the way that second shot works theres no way it wasnt deliberate, because john and alexis were not positioned close enough for it to have been a whiff or a result of movement. john wasnt moving. you hit john. you, faux-Christopher Brennan, shot John clean. you fucking fool. and thus, skaddle.

fun shit, huh

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1:  Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie. i don’t have one particular favourite movie per se. but  star wars: i binge watched them at my friend’s house just before the ast jedi came out. i knew nothing about star wars and watched everything within 2/3 days. then, about a week later i watched the force awakens. and that was purely because we decided to watch the last jedi (which had just come out in cinemas) the next day. honestly, i didn’t care for star wars much skdjfhdjk but the force awakens really got me into it. and the last jedi fully sold me. then i went back and rewatched and i loooove the empire strikes back. now they’re my favourite movies. marvel: again, i hadn’t seen any marvel. but i had pretty much every friend i had yelling at me to catch up before end game came out. i loosely planned on watching them, but didn’t really get around to it until i got baked at a friends house and we had nothing to do. so we watched age of ultron and iron man and some others (i was too stoned to remember). i was sold i loved every second. and the fact that i was very high and rdj was very cute didn’t hurt. i went home the next day and watched ragnarok which happened to be probably the best movie i’d ever seen at that point. the next day, we got stoned again and watched infinity war. it was so fucked but amazing. i booked tickets for me and my dad to watch end game this saturday. 

2:  Talk about your first kiss. oh god. i was 15 and there was this guy who i thought was cool. he was a friend of my very gay crush at the time. me and the crush had a falling out later on. and a lot of other fucked up shit happened around that time period. i moved to his (the friend's) neighbourhood as it happened. we got talking because we had the same taste in music. and my best friend at the time put in a good word for me. i didn’t think of him as much more than a friend tbh, but my life was going to shit and i wanted to get out of the house ad have fun. so we organised to meet up at our town’s centre shopping place. i told my parents i was going with [insert random female names here] to hang out since we moved into a new place. they bought it and offered to drive me. i honestly thought we were just going to chill out and eat food. i was also nervous that this was a set up from his friend who was my crush, since the crush hated me and probably would have plotted to do something fucked. however, it turned out not to be a set up. we ended up walking around the suburb. this was much to my disapproval, because i was not very fit and had a strong dislike for exercise. he could tell i was tired and we decided to stop and sit down on this brick wall thing at the corner of a street. there was some terrible flirting on my part, and the next thing i know i was kissing this guy. i was pretty excited because every 15 year old girl wants their first kiss. and especially edgy ones who needed a distraction. i came home with no lipstick and chapped lips. lucky my parents were too busy to notice. 

3:  Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.  most intense? i could list best friends, but in terms of intensity i think it would be this guy that i moved out with for the first time. i know this sounds terrible, but he was my best friend’s boyfriend at the time. i was pretty sure i was a lesbian at the time and i’m also not fucked up. so i wasn’t expecting this at all. because of the whole gay thing, and me being a flirty shit with anyone, i ended up very shamelessly flirting with him. he was sooo pretty, and im not just saying this. objectively, he is still probably one of the best looking people i’ve ever seen. and i own mirrors. anywayyyy, i took my sister to this lana del rey concert one day. not a lana fan personally, but borns was opening and i like him. turns out i like borns a lot. a hell of a lot. next day, i found myself talking to my best friend and her boyfriend and being like “hey i think i might be bi”. their reaction can be quoted as “oh cool okay.” the night after the concert, we got drunk. not a great idea, because i love to flirt when sober. so when i’m drunk and have literally 0 shame it’s a lot of fun but also an entire disaster. my friend bought her friend over and they were talking, which left me and the bf. the boys started teaching me self defence and were doing the whole smooth thing where they stand pressed up behind you and move your arms for you. they put me into headlocks and taught me how to get out and stuff. i was so drunk the ground kept spinning. a lot of terrible outrageous flirting ensued, like choking, touching adams apples, arm tickles, hugs that lasted 10 minutes while he had a knife in his pocket for whatever reason? more hugs like that but now featuring grinding. we slept in the same bed (just slept. nothing else. don’t get too excited). cuddling while in the same bed. laying on his chest and falling asleep. him playing with my hair. one time he played with my tiddies. this was over the course of like 9 months. whenever we werent 2 seconds away from like ..... jumping each other, we were just flirting in the most unsubtle way. obviously nothing happened, because he had a gf and everything. and as much as i didnt want to, i started to get some reeeeeal feelings. turns out the guy was a dick who only flirted with me whenever his gf wasnt paying attention to me. i later cut the whole thing off, and he started to act like a real dick to me. but yeaaahh. that was some intense shit. 

4:  Talk about the thing you regret most so far. probably not getting a license for any vehicle. that’s held me back so much the last 5 years. i wouldn’t have had to go through half the shit i did, if i could just drive

5:  Talk about the best birthday you've had. my 15th birthday! i had raspberry chocolate bullets, watched movies in class because it was end of term, my friends bought me presents to school. the guy i had a crush on came to where i was sitting and sung a song to me in front of everyone. i think my friend bought me a club penguin membership? i ate pide and played league with crush and crush’s crush.

6:  Talk about the worst birthday you've had. my 18th. i don’t want to talk too much about it because im very drunk atm but basically, i was suuuper depressed already that year. my mum was doing cocaine every spare second she could, and screwing men for it so she could get it for free (of course, none of us knew this at the time). whenever she wasn’t doing coke she was screaming at everyone for like, not taking pictures of her enough, or for eating dinner without asking her, etc. she and my dad were constantly either yelling at each other, or were 2 seconds away from yelling at each other. we went to a clothes shopping outlet. which i very outwardly expressed my hatred for, btw. my mum got mad because my dad told her not to look at clothes, because it was my 18th. my mum didn’t talk for the rest of the time we were in the shopping centre. i could feel the tension rising because they were in the 2 seconds away from having a fight period. i came home and watched sailor moon in my room alone. later my parents brought a cake and lit the candles. dad said to me “my god i am so sorry. this has been the most amazing birthday, hasnt it? you should thank your mother. she’s just the best. i’m so sorry! i never wanted this for you”. and, you know, my coke fuelled mother just screamed her lungs off and gave it right back to him. and my aries dad just yelled right back. and the candles were lit in the dark room and wax was dripping onto my chocolate birthday cake. and i hated chocolate flavoured cake. and i just wanted to run away all day because i knew this was going to happen. and they couldn’t even hold it together for me? or for my 18th? so i just sat there and cried as they screamed at eachother. i blew out the candles and ran into my bedroom and watched vines in my room. the end! :D

7:  Talk about your biggest insecurity. honestly, i don’t have a lot of insecurities. i have a lot of fears, but not insecurities. i guess i’m insecure about my body in certain places. i have a scar from an operation i had when i was 9 and it makes my stomach look chubby, but only on one side? it’s out of proportion and weird. and i have violin hips. 

8:  Talk about the thing you are most proud of. honestly, it’s so simple, but i’m really proud of still being alive. i thought for sure i’d be dead by now

9:  Talk about little things on your body that you like the most. i love my back! it sounds weird, but i have a rly nice waist and my back is sooo soft and smooth and it goes in at the waist and its so nice to touch and look at. and i have really nice and toned legs. and my arms are getting toned now too because my work makes me carry a lot of heavy stuff. and my baby sister is getting bigger and i’m usually the one to hold her. and i have nice hands too. but my favourite thing is my face and hair.

10:  Talk about the biggest fight you've ever had. oh god. not going into much detail about this at all because i spend like 3 or 4 years crying about this. it featured: 2 best friends of mine who i had been friends with for 10 years; my crush at the time; random people off the internet i’d never met before. like i said before, i was a 15 year old with a lot going on. maybe that didn’t make it okay for me to be as annoying as i was, but it’s done now. they all got into a skype group chat together without me. and call it paranoia, but i call it intuition. i knew they were all shit talking me. i could tell there was something up for a while now. they all started changing their online profiles to something that very clearly mocked me, they started making posts about me, and posts that were clearly parodies of my posts. and i sort of went along with it because i dont like to stir up much trouble. but the posts just got worse and worse to where it was like ‘you were so weird and creepy’ and calling me names and stuff. honestly, i can’t even remember anymore because i spend a while blocking it out. but it was pretty mean. but it hurt more because there were all the people i was closest to, all saying fucked up shit about me. and then random people who lived in my city who i didnt know. after the fight ended, we never spoke again. but i spend the next 2 years afraid that i would bump into somebody from online in person and they would recognise me, and the whole thing would happen again

11:  Talk about the best dream you've ever had. tbh i dont remember a lot of my dreams. i usually have nightmares anyway? i think i had a dream i could fly and had like magic powers and stuff. i was 8 or something and it was fun. 

12:  Talk about the worst dream you've ever had. after i moved out of my parents house, i had a lot of nightmares about my mum. again, i don’t remember specifics because i tried to block out the memory, but i remember feeling terrified, and then waking up relieved to remember i was out of there. after that, i started smoking weed which meant no dreaming which was good

13:  Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time. i haven’t had like..... sex sex yet. i’ve been almost raped a few times? skfsdkjfl that sounds so cringey. but yeah! i dont know though, i imagine i’ll probably be super drunk for my first time. or maybe high. they make me more confident than usual. and for some reason i dont really like the idea of sex when im sober. i don’t think i’d be willing to be vulnerable with someone unless it was in a circumstance like that, maybe. and i’d be sure i wouldn’t have to see them again later on unless i wanted to. that way if i embarrassed myself, it wouldn’t matter. it would just be a terrible memory no one else would ever have to know about. 

14:  Talk about a vacation. i want one of these answers to not be about a fucked up memory of mine but i ...... truly can’t recall something? i guess there was a christmas i had when i was a kid (maybe around 8 or 10) and i’ll leave out the fucked up bits. but i stayed with my mother’s family and my grandmother owned a holiday apartment thing which had a pool and my uncles had horses and i got to see everyone and my uncles were super funny and let me play video games with them.

15:  Talk about the time you were most content in life. there was this period for about ..... 3 months in my last year of high school just before i graduated. all my assignments were over, and my major works were all finished. i was just putting the finishing touches on them. and all i had to do was study for exams. i got into the swing of school. and my friend got her license so she used to drive us places after school and we would hang out and do dumb shit together. i didn’t care what anyone thought of me because i knew i wouldn’t have to see them again in 6 months unless i wanted to. the next time was this few months after i’d just moved out of my parent’s house. probably 4 or 5 months. i had been dreaming of having my own place for like, my entire childhood. and i finally did! and it was with my best friend and this guy i really liked. and all i did was go to uni for a few hours a day. and then that was it! my time was all my own to do whatever i wanted with. i didn’t have a lot of money but i was so so so happy. i used to take myself to the movies. i was in walking distance of a train station and uni. so i could go wherever i wanted, whenever i wanted. i just felt so free

16:  Talk about the best party you've ever been to. the first part of my house-warming party was probably the best. i got really drunk, and someone’s mum brought weed so i was reeeeeally drunk and then reeeeeally high. i was dressed in the cutest outfit and a few people were flirting with me. actually, i think i made out with like 3 different people that night. and my friend bought me flowers! which i loved because no one had ever bought me flowers before. and we went to the park and i was so high and drunk and the little swing ride i was on felt like a rollercoaster. 

17:  Talk about someone you want to be friends with. hmmmmm to be honest, i’m trying not to make friends at the moment. i have a lot of other stuff i need to focus on. and having friends only leads to disappointment and heartbreak. i have a few friends i’ve accidentally made, but i’m trying to keep my distance from them so that we’re just ‘friends’ and not ‘good friends’ or anything like that. but secretly, i do love them a lot. 

18:  Talk about something that happened in elementary school. me and my best friend at the time were doing a school play about mary the saint (i went to catholic school). there were 3 of us: me, my best friend, and some guy who didnt have friends so we let him in our group. anyway, i wanted to play mary, but for whatever reason, this dude reeeeeeally fucking wanted to be mary. he started like yelling and stomping and being like “NO! i want to be mary!” and then just as he stomped his foot, a branch from a tree fell right on his head. and, without missing a beat, my friend goes “well, that branch hit you on the head so now you can’t be mary” and i laughed my ass off and he cried 19:  Talk about something that happened in middle school. omg these are all going to be funny stories because why not. so this one time in like 6th grade, we had to use calculators to do some complex maths work. and there was this one calculator that kept fucking up and giving the wrong answers. i  knew enough basic maths at that point to know that the calculator was faulty. anyway so me and my friends gave it to this other kid just to punk him a little right. turns out he didn’t realise it was a broken calculator and he finished his work and handed it in to the teacher, and proceeded to get in trouble sjlfsorerjlksjr

20:  Talk about something that happened in high school. omg so in high school i did this multimedia class. so we would film events like chapels (i went to a christian high school) and assembly, etc. and what we filmed would go on the big screens for everyone to see. kinda like a concert. and anyway, one time this kid got in trouble in front of everyone, and my classmate did this dramatic zoom on our multimedia teacher as he stormed out of the auditorium, dramatically walking out to get the kid in trouble

21:  Talk about a time you had to turn someone down. oh so this one time after i finished school i started going through rough patch #2 and i just needed a friend to talk to. and this guy from school was sort of the only friend who kept checking up on me and inviting me out places. and i liked that. i didn’t always have enough energy to do stuff or talk, because, depression. but i appreciated the fact that he cared. never thought much about it. until one day, we hadn’t spoken for like a month and he tells me suddenly that he has feelings for me. and of course, that’s so sweet and i did love the guy. but i wasn’t in the headspace for a relationship at all. i really just needed a friend. and i felt so terrible

22:  Talk about your worst fear. my worst fear ever? it used to be dying. but i think now it’s just having to go through what i went through again. my worst fear would be being a child again and being at the mercy of others and having to rely on them. my worst fear is trusting people and having them completely fuck you up. again and again. and not being able to do anything about it because you need them. 

23:  Talk about a time someone turned you down. hoo boy. i was 15 and made friends with someone on the internet who turned out to go to my school. developed a crush on him, but he was very gay. i ended up telling him for whatever reason. and that went just about the way you’d think

24:  Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.

i don’t know. most people don’t know what they’re talking about when they give me advice. and i’m not saying that to be arrogant, but just most people haven’t been through much and not to sound self-pitying but i’ve been through a lot in a short amount of time. these are just facts here. so i don’t really believe what people say. i used to have this friend who was and will probably always be the only person who could ever make me laugh. genuinely. it felt like soulmates, but i was like a kid. but we had exactly the same sense of humour, and she was so witty and quick and would always have the best comedic timing. i really admired her and still do. anyway, one time she called me effortlessly funny. and that meant a lot then and still does now. 

25:  Talk about an ex-best friend. i just did, but sure. i’ll keep talking about her because i’m already thinkig of her. i’m pretty sure she was a capricorn rising. she had this really deadpan humour and it was always hilarious. we were friends since we were 4 years old. and i dont think i appreciated it as much as i should have at the time, but we really did grow up together and in each others arms. she was very cool and closed off and serious. and i got to see her funny and silly side. but what was even cooler than that was that i got to know her emotionally. she had a twin, and looking back, i don’t think her twin even saw as much of that as i got to. we used to have talks about anything and everything. you know those people who you can stay up all night laughing with and talking to and it doesn’t even feel like it’s been 10 minutes and all of a sudden the sun is coming up? but it was so effortless and fun and. yeah. it was like that. i still haven’t met anyone like that since. we later had a falling out and i met her again after like a year but we both had our walls up and that’s sort of when i realised how much we really trusted each other. you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone kinda thing. 

26:  Talk about things you do when you're sick. complain. bitch. complain some more. i usually buy nasal spray because having a blocked nose is SO ANNOYING. and otherwise, i don’t mind being sick too much. like obviously it’s not ideal but you do what you can. if i’m truly annoyed with being sick, i just sleep so i don’t have to be awake to deal with it

27:  Talk about your favorite part of someone else's body. i love girls tummys and waists

28:  Talk about your fetishes. idk i like some light bondage, light choking, a biiiiit very much maybe potentially kinda into rapeplay, and spanking is fun

29:  Talk about what turns you on. most of what turns me on is like dom/sub power dynamics. im into scanarios that have a looooot of sexual build up and tension. it’s pretty much foreplay for me personally. especially if it’s like flirty banter or implications, and dirty talk can be fun if done right. 

30:  Talk about what turns you off. absolutely not into anal at all. complete turn off. not at all into the thing where people get off on girls acting like kids, or people who think fucking someone who is asleep is hot. idk i like most normal shit tbh. anything else is probably weird for a reason

31:  Talk about what you think death is like. i think it’s probably the most painful experience you’ll ever have physically. and then everything goes black and that’s it

32:  Talk about a place you remember from your childhood. i remember my childhood house’s backyard. it was massive and had like a step in the middle where the grass changed levels. there was a swingset with a slide. and for the majority of my childhood my parents were doing renovations, so there were lots of holes in the backyard that we used to dodge. we used to catch lizards and i used to collect bird feathers. and at the very back, right in front of the back fence, my parents planted little trees and chillis

33:  Talk about what you do when you are sad. i immediately find the fastest way to be alone. i immediately listen to music. i drink or smoke or get high on something. or i try to make myself laugh if i’m at work and can’t do either of those things. if i can’t make myself laugh, i try to talk to a customer and pretend to be happy hoping that whatever they have to say will distract me from whatever i’m sad about. 

34:  Talk about the worst physical pain you've endured. eugh. every year i somehow get sent to the hospital because i can’t stop vomiting. i dont know how because its always for different reasons. but i always end up puking an excessive amount on an annual basis. the worst pain is when you can’t stop vomiting, so your stomach just cramps and cramps and cramps and you vomit but nothing happens and it just cramps again. it’s literally worse than period cramps. and mine are so bad.

35:  Talk about things you wish you could stop doing. having anxiety. i overthink a lot which doesnt help either. the thing is that i studied psychology, and i still don’t know how to stop myself from being so anxious. like i know how much it affects my work and stuff but i just can’t stop feeling like i’m about to die at any given second.

36:  Talk about your guilty pleasures. drinking, drugs, smoking, im not even guilty about those. idk. to quote niall hora- i mean pink, i’m not guilty about any of my pleasures

37:  Talk about someone you thought you were in love with. an old best friend. different to aforementioned best friend. we were friends for 6 years. not as close as the other one, but close as i’ve been to someone since. we were both depressed and going through stuff and both flirted with each other just for shits and gigs. idk. i think we really only bonded because we were both depressed and suicidal and having someone else around who is going through the same stuff makes everything so much more bearable. once i stopped being depressed i stopped being as close and as in love. but at the time, it was really nice and beautiful, we truly could talk about anything together. i could have opened with “i love being dominated in bed” instead of “hello” and she would have just rolled with it. we used to dream about the future together and hold hands and hug. idk. we used to just hang out together and there was never any pressure to do anything or be anyone. it was just us being our dorky selves.

38:  Talk about songs that remind you of certain people. goodbye stranger by supertramp reminds me of above mentioned friend, two of us by the beatles reminds me of first mentioned best friend, and i love her by the beatles reminds me of this friend group i had for 10 years. princess by shortstack reminds me of this friend i had for a few years who i almost had a thing with because i knew she liked me but neither of us ever said anything. 

39:  Talk about things you wish you'd known earlier. i wish i’d have known that it’s not a good or admirable trait to be so open with people so quickly. you shouldn’t immediately show people that you trust them or like them, and you definitely shouldn’t get so excited about things for them. it makes you look naive and they will definitely just use you.  i wish i’d known to get my license earlier i wish i’d have known what weed was like earlier. it really would have helped me out a lot.

40:  Talk about the end of something in your life. the end of high school was really hard. i know a lot of people hated high school. and i did. but once i got to my final 2 years, i had this confidence that comes with being older in school and it was really nice. i love the routine we had and the forced structure school made you have in your life. i enjoyed mucking around with teachers and that feeling of starting assignments before they’re due. being at school was nice because i mostly kept to myself and was generally well-liked. so i had this big support system that got me through a lot. and school ending meant that the support i had also ended. and then i had nothing and nobody and went through so much and had to be alone for it all. the end of school coincided with the worst period of my life #2, probably because i was at home to experience a lot more.