#i remember this mom was freaking out over our outfit while her kids (older than me) had no idea who we were

[crowcussion]

as promised (in the replies of my post that probably only one person saw) here’s the vid of me doing karaoke

i kept changing positions cuz my knees were shaking soooo bad like holy shit if you look closely u might be able to see me quaking even after my nervousness toned down was still shaking insanely bad

rant aside, i can apparently sing and korn is the best rock band along with rob zombie, alice cooper, black sabbath, mindless self indulgence, and 9 inch nails (if you listen to any of those bands please be my friend please please PLEASE)

[sunaswife]

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

note from denise: hi!! <3 this is a small chapter but i think an important one nonetheless :) i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter Nine

“Is there anything you want for breakfast?” You asked Rin as you looked through your closet. He was laying back in bed under the covers, typical Rin. “No don’t bother making anything. I wanna treat you guys to breakfast.” He rubbed his eyes and you turned. “You don’t have to.” You immediately told him. “No i want to.” He assured and you smiled lightly. “Alright thank you.” You said softly and you grabbed your black overall skirt, white long sleeve and your favorite leggings.

“If you want you can wake up the kids.” You said before heading into the bathroom. He sat up and groaned and slowly made his way to their room. He opened the door and saw the two little foxes slide something under the bed. He tilted his head confused and they innocently looked up at him. “Good morning daddy.” They recited which honestly gave him the chills. Twins who could recite things at the same time are creepy. “Good morning. Now what were you guys hiding just now?” He asked with a raised brow. “Nothing—“ Akira innocently smiled. Even though these kids looked like Rin, they certainly had Y/N’s expressions. And that adorable smile that Suna has missed.

“You guys already know that lying is bad. Show me what you’re hiding?” He asked and sat on the floor across from them. Rini guiltily frowned and he reached under the bed to retrieve a box. It was an old shoe box. “A box? What? is it just an animal or something?” Rin asked and the kids shook their heads. Akira handed him the box and he opened it. The first thing he saw was a Polaroid of you and him. He felt a slap across his face. You smiled so bright and Rin had his deadpanned face like always. The photo behind the Polaroid was with you in between the twins. They were using your shoulders as an arm rest, each photo made his stomach turn and he saw napkins and tickets, you always wrote the date and a little heart with a note when Rin would take you to places.

“You and mommy looked so happy. Why did you guys leave eachother. I don’t get it.” Akira asked. “You won’t get it until you’re older.” Rin said and began to put everything back before he started crying. “Do you still love mommy?” Rini asked, Rin felt like he was in the hot seat.

They kept their eyes fixated on him. “Of course I do, she’s an amazing friend. She’s the mother of my children.” Rin started. “No not that kind of love...like love love. Like do you wanna marry her?” Akira asked but his phone rang and he saw the FaceTime call from his mother.

His face turned white and he immediately stood up and answered. “H-hi mom..” Rin cleared his throat and the twins gasped. “Grandma?!” They practically yelled. “Rintarou, are you babysitting or something?” His mother asked. “Um no I’m not—“ “Daddy Can we see grandma? We don’t have a grandma we wanna see our grandma!” Rini pulled the hem of his shirt and he looked down. “Daddy? Rintarou they’re not talking about you right?” His mother asked concerned. “Give me a sec...” he told the kids. “Start picking out your clothes.” He said and they quickly nodded and he went straight to the living room. He sighed and rested his hand on his forehead. “Rintarou talk to me. What’s going on? Did you get someone pregnant?” His mom asked. “Yes—no—it’s complicated I—“ “Rintarou it’s either a yes or a no.” His mom said.

Is this deja vu?

“Alright I’ll be honest. Yes I got a girl pregnant.” He sighed and brushed his hair back with his hand. His mom immediately changed her face to one of disappointment. She wasn’t expecting this when she called her son to ask when he was going to visit again.

“Rintaoru explain.” His moms tone completely changed and he gulped, he didn’t hear you coming from the hall. “Well..remember Y/N? My highschool girlfriend?” He asked. “The girl who’s the reason you were severely depressed and almost suicidal? Yeah how could I forget?” She replied sarcastically and you froze.

Wait...what?

“Well before we broke up we kind of..ya know and so she left and she didn’t tell me about them—“ “SHE DID WHAT?! Where is she I want to talk to her!” His mom raised her voice. “Rin I-“ you spoke up and he turned quickly to see you standing there in your cute outfit.

“Y/N, i need to speak with you.” His mother broke the silence and Rin was about to protest but you snatched his phone away. “Hello Mrs. Suna.” You said awkwardly but she had the same deadpanned expression your ex and kids have. “Why didn’t you tell my idiot son you were pregnant?” She demanded rather than ask. “Well it was because I was heartbroken, alone, and going through something traumatic. My parents kicked me out and I didn’t want Rin to have to drop out to help me support two children.” You said. “Two—“ “I had twins.” You interrupted. “How do you know they’re my sons—“ “He’s the only person I’ve ever slept with and they look exactly like him, ma’am. I assure you they’re his.” You replied.

“I don’t believe you not telling Rin you were pregnant because of your situation is an excuse.” She said. “I know. But I wanted to wait until Rin was more mature—“ “And had money and fame as a pro player right? So you could get money?” She asked and both of your and Rin’s eyes widened. “Excuse me. I’m doing more than fine on my own and I have not asked Rin for anything.”

“What do you do for a living?” She asked as if trying to prove you wrong, “I’m a sports commentator, voice actress and Internet personality. I have my own house and car so don’t you dare accuse me of wanted to take money from Rintarou because I will never ask him for anything then to be in the kids lives—“

“Okay that’s enough—mom please stop. We still have a lot of things to talk about regarding the kids and co-parenting. I need to go, we’re taking them on a field trip.” He said after taking the phone away. “When are you guys both free?” His mother asked. “As a single mother I can assure you that I’m never free.” You replied sassily. “I’m free in two weeks—“ Rin interrupted again before another fight started. “..me too..” you replied after checking your calender on the wall.

“Okay, I want you both in Hyogo with the kids. We need to chat.” She said and hung up. You and Rin just looked at eachother and blinked in shock. Like...did that just happen? The kids peered over the hallway doorpost and frowned. They wanted to meet their grandma.

“We’ll talk later.” You told him and he nodded. You turned back down the hall and mumbled something about getting the kids ready for today. Suna changed back into his clothes from yesterday and when the kids look all presentable and cute you all left.

“I should have know.” You said as you looked at the bright sign that said Onigiri Miya. Rin helped Akira out of the car seat and he chuckled. “Osamu’s food is bomb and you know it. I get a best friend discount either way.” He shrugged as you held Rini’s hand and Rin held Akiras hand and you both walked to the shop.

“Hmm? What a surprise!” Osamu spoke up when the bell chimed. “Good morning uncle Samu!” The kids giggled and let go to run to the counter. “How are my favorite munchkins?” He asked as they smiled and looked at the pictured food in amazement.

They act like you never feed them and when you do they just eat two bites and they’re “full”.

“Sup.” “Yo.” Suna and Osamu greeted. “Good morning Osamu.” You said politely and he smiled. “Good morning Y/N.” He replied. “When Suna didn’t come back last night I got a bit worried and he didn’t answer my texts till this morning but I’m glad he was with you.” Osamu said and you didn’t see Suna’s small blush. “Oh well the kids really wanted him to sleep over so he reluctantly agreed and we just called it a night.” You chuckled and he nodded. In the car, Suna told you his situation. He’s currently being transferred over to Tokyo in a different team and his lease ended so instead of getting another lease he moved out and he’s crashing with Osamu for a bit.

While you both talked you couldn’t see the look your kids were giving eachother. The opportunity was perfect and they’re going to take full advantage of it.

Finally you and Rin decided on what to order as well as the kids and you all sat down patiently. Rin was showing the kids pictures of his dog, Chewy. It was short for Chewbacca and you sighed at how much of a nerd Suna really is. But yet again that was another thing you guys bonded over back then.

Soon the food arrived and the kids loved it, you loved it. Rin obviously loved it. It was just so freaking good. “How much was the food again? So I can pay half.” You asked after wiping your mouth and Suna frowned. “I told you I got it.” He flicked your forehead and you smacked his hand. “Oww.” You whined. “It’s free cuz you demanded that I give you free food when I opened my restaurant, remember?” Osamu spoke up from the counter and you squinted. “But—“ “No if’s, but’s, or coconuts. I’m not charging Rin today.” Osamu said and you told him a small thank you.

“Y/N the ticket booth is this way..” Rin pointed out as you walked to the gates. “I came prepared.” You said and pulled out the QR code’s on your phone. “Mama still gets nervous talking to strangers sometimes so she usually is prepared.” It didn’t take long for everyone to go through the gates and Rin realized you have to had payed for his ticket.

He kept bugging throughout the day that he could pay for everyone instead but you smacked his arm and pointed at your kids in the distance. They were at the kids section where they could touch starfish and Akira was obviously a little bit nervous. But Rini was there guiding her hand and making sure she was using the two fingers to pet the animals.

“Rini may be a bit of an airhead but he always remembers that he’s a big brother and he’s always there for Akira when she’s nervous or scared..” you told him and his heart melted. They were just so cute. “Um..excuse me..Suna Rintarou...hi I’m a big fan and I was wondering if I can take a photo or get an autograph..” a small voice said and you turned to see a teenage boy.

“Sure dude.” Suna smiled softly and the guy took out his phone for a selfie, “I can take the picture.” You spoke up and the teenager gasped.” “Kageyama Y/N! Oh my god, are you really cousins with Tobio? Or do you just happen to have the same last name? I love listening to your podcasts and the yandere video game that your in is amazing!” He began to geek out and you laughed. “Yeah Tobio and I are cousins, and thanks for the support! You’re a man of culture I see.” You joked.

There was a slight pause of realization with him and he gasped. “Oh..am I interrupting your date?” He asked and looked between you both.

“Yes.”

“No.”

He tilted his head confused and you held Rin’s hand and hugged his arm. Your chest practically engulfed his arm and he almost had a nose bleed. “We went to the same highschool together so we’re catching up with a small date.” You said causing Suna’s face to turn bright red. The boy apologized for bothering and he took a selfie with you both and left.

You quickly let go and you put some distance between you both. Suna began fanning his face and you tried to hide your blush. Out of everything you could do, why would you do that?!

“I don’t know if you wanna tell the world that you have two kids or that you got some chick pregnant in highschool.” You told him. “You weren’t some chick, and I honestly don’t care if people know.” He said and you sighed and turned back to your kids. “But if you’re gonna keep doing that then it’s fine.” He said and you turned back to see him covering his mouth in shock. “I said that out loud didn’t I?” He asked and you nodded.

This was going to be a long day.

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[purplesurveys]

1221

Are you mad at your best friend right now? I have absolutely no reason to be angry with Angela now and certainly not since our last petty childhood fight in like, 2009.

Do you know anybody with a pet snake? I used to know somebody, but she’s since gone off the radar and idek if her pet snake would still be alive at this point.

Do you buy your underwear in a pack or seperately? I can go either way.

Have you ever made fun of anybody and later became their friend? OMG yesss this was the entire background of my friendship with Sofie. Though I wouldn’t say I made fun of her...I just found her really annoying at first, and quite ditzy, too. Then something just clicked and worked out along the way and we ended up being best friends for quite some time until we went our separate ways shortly after college life started.

Is the lamp on in the room you're in? Yes; it’s one of my favorite pieces in my room.

Do you have a pair of shoes that you can only wear with one or two outfits? Nah, not really. I mostly own sneakers, which can go with most things casual.

Is there any drink that you absolutely MUST drink cold? Most drinks, honestly; but mainly, I like my coffee and water cold.

Did you sleep in past noon today? I don’t think I’ve ever done that. The latest I’ve woken up is probably a little over 10.

Did your grandma ever tell you about her love life? Neither of them have.

Have you ever painted anybody's nails aside from your own? Possibly, but I no longer recall it.

Anything exciting happening in the month of September? I don’t think so. There are couple of birthdays in the family, but we don’t have plans for those days yet.

Who is your last missed call from? Some media or blogger I ignored because I don’t take calls.

When was the last time you ate Frosted Flakes? I can’t remember...I don’t really eat cereal.

Did you ever NOT want a substitute in a certain class? Yeah, for classes I hated, like math.

Do you ever donate to the less fortunate? Not regularly. When a homeless person or street child knocks on my car while waiting in traffic I do try to give them some money and/or snack, if I have one in my bag.

Did you buy an American flag after 9/11 to put on your car/house/ whatever? I was barely conscious in 2001. I am also not American.

Do you know any songs that are older than you are? ...Many?

Are there framed pictures of you anywhere in your house? Yeah we have some framed photos going up the staircase. I also have my Prep graduation portrait up in my room.

Compared to other people of your age would you be considered 'NORMAL'? Ugh.

Honestly, do you have any Hilary Duff on your MP3 player? I don’t have an MP3 player but I don’t think I ever had Hilary Duff on any of my music players.

Who is worst in your family about calling people back? Probably Nina as she hates making calls to begin with.

Do you like peanut M&M's? Nah, I hate nuts in my chocolate.

When was the last time you had an ice cream sandwich? Safe to say well over a year ago. It’s not my snack of choice haha I never understood why I had to bite into my ice cream.

When was the last time you ate jelly beans? August 2019.

When was the last time you had hot chocolate? Around a month ago, I’d say? My mom fixes me a mug of hot choco every once in a while.

Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? I haven’t.

What was the last song stuck in your head? I think it had been Rain by BTS.

Do you enjoy doing math? If I know how the math works and have the formulas memorized, I can definitely find it fun. Math had actually been pretty manageable for me in school, at least right until we reached trig and calc which were just bleck.

Do you think your mom has secrets she’s never told you? Oh without a doubt. I’m 200% sure everyone in the family has secrets we never share; we’re not open with each other.

Do you own anything you don’t want your parents to know about? Yes.

Do you pose in your pictures or just smile? I will pose if I’m comfortable but most of the time I just smile.

Are there any colors you will NOT wear? I avoid orange as much as possible.

Do you use scented soap in the shower? Nah, just a normal-scented one.

Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? That was never part of my plans, no. 

Who was the last person you danced with? Enjoyable? Angela and Hans. I was drunk, so yes I had fun lol.

Do you like convertibles? I don’t really care for them, or for cars in general.

Have you ever yelled at the television? So many times, usually when a favorite singer or band is performing OR when I’m watching a really intense sports game - usually basketball or wrestling.

How many songs on your MP3 player are about sex? -

Do you like water parks? I think they are nasty for the most part.

Dark or light colored jeans? Light.

Can you take apart a computer and name all the parts? Nope.

Can you take apart a car and name all the parts? Even more so no.

Would your friends describe you as nerdy? I don’t think they would.

How many different colors are you wearing right now? Five.

Have you ever purchased a lotto ticket? Nope.

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Are you double-jointed anywhere? I am not.

What is the longest amount of time you've spent playing Monopoly? You know, I’ve never even understood the rules of Monopoly...I’ve never bothered to play a round of it. Board games are usually too complicated for me lol.

Have you ever witnessed a tornado first-hand? Not a tornado, no. But I’ve experienced countless hurricanes and floods.

Did you play in the sand box as a kid? It was my favorite part of the playground and I was always exclusively found in a sandbox. I liked the texture (still do) + no one was ever there, so as a shy kid it worked out perfectly for me.

How about on the monkey bars? I tried it every now and then but I wasn’t a very active kid, so my arms would feel strained fairly quickly. It was never the first thing I’d run to whenever I got to go to the playground.

Have you ever made an alarm go off? I don’t think so.

Have you ever colored your eyebrows? Nope.

Did you ever own a pop-up book? Many of them, as a kid.

Have you ever honked at a biker? Yes but only whenever they swerve a little bit and are about to hit my car.

Have you ever taken another person's prescribed medication? No?

Have you ever played golf (not miniature golf)? No, I’ve played neither version. The sport doesn’t interest me.

Do you use gel in your hair? Only for formal events where I can’t afford to show up with my hair all frizzy.

Do you own a garden gnome? We don’t.

Are any of the rooms in your house painted blue? Nope, they’re all white. My parents’ room used to be green (came with the house), but it looked gross so it didn’t take long before they hired someone to paint the walls white.

Do you kick off your shoes as soon as you walk in the door? Yes. Actually, since the start of COVID, we’ve taken to removing our shoes even before we enter. We have a mat right by the front door where we can properly take off our shoes and head inside already barefoot.

Have you ever judged a book by its cover? Sometimes, but I don’t let it linger.

What is the most effective device at the gym? I don’t go to the gym.

Can you drive a stick shift? Hahahaha no, and I’m not so sure I’m ever willing to learn.

Have you ever picked on a substitute teacher? That’s mean and no, I haven’t.

How good are you at giving directions? Terrible. As much as possible I don’t do it and just refer the person asking to my nearest friend/companion.

When was the last time you looked out the window nearest you? Just a few minutes ago, actually. I put an arm out to check if it’s chilly outside since it rained all day today.

Have you ever got dressed with the windows open? Never. I make sure to pull down my blinds every time.

Have you ever given a foot massage? No.

Do public restrooms freak you out? They don’t freak me out per se but like I rarely go into them and use them, even before Covid. The idea of sharing a toilet with strangers is super gross lol and many of them don’t even put away their trash properly.

Have you ever taken a shower outside? I may have, but nothing sticks out.

Have you ever been to a junkyard? I don’t think so.

What do you think of Brad Pitt? I don’t really have an opinion...I loved his episode on Friends, but that’s it.

Have you ever watched the History Channel willingly? Yes, a few times.

Have you ever used pennies to pay for something that cost over 50 cents? I don’t speak US currency, but yeah there’ve been around 1-2 times I had to pay for something worth P50 with just coins. It’s always been embarrassing lol so I try to avoid it and be prepared with paper bills as much as I can.

If a place makes you pay for delivery - do you still tip the driver? Yes.

Without the aid of a cell phone - do you know your parents numbers by heart? Just my mom’s. Since my dad is always in and out of the country (at least until the pandemic), I’ve never gotten to memorize his number.

Can you name 10 former presidents? Arroyo, Macapagal, Aquino, another Aquino, Estrada, Ramos, Magsaysay, Quirino, Quezon, Roxas.

But if we’re talking about US presidents...Obama, Trump, Clinton, Roosevelt, another Roosevelt I believe, Nixon, Reagan, Carter, Lincoln, Washington. I hope I got them right hahaha.

Have you ever bought a gift for a teacher? Just as a kid.

Is your bedroom carpeted? Nope.

Right now, what color is your tongue? Pink.

When was the last time you had a Tootsie Pop? Years ago. I don’t have it a lot.

If you could get the cell phone of your choice - what would it be? iPhone 12 Pro Max.

Who is your favorite super hero? I don’t have any.

How about your favorite villain? I don’t really have any, either.

Do you know anybody who works at a bank? Possibly, but I can’t place a name right now.

What do you usually order from your favorite fast food place? That would be KFC, and I usually order either their Zinger or Twister. FUCK now I want to get KFC :((

Do you hand out candy to kids on Halloween? No, because none of them ever reach this part of the village. We never have to prepare any candy lol.

What perfume/cologne do you wear the most? Heat Rush.

Can you name all 7 dwarfs? I always miss out on one or two.

Does the early bird really catch the worm? Idk what this expression is.

[papergirllife]

The Story Of You And I.

Lee Taeyong ( One Shot- Part 1 )

Warnings : Angst, smut, slow burn.

You and Taeyong went way back. Since the both of you were 7 at the 2002 Seoul Fashion week for your mom's up and coming fashion label.

When you met him, he was working as a child model for your mom's brand.

" Hi I'm Y/N. What's your name?"

" I'm Taeyong. Who are you? "

"I'm Ms Kim's daughter. Your one of the models for this show aren't you? "

" Y-Yeah."

" Let's be friends from now on. "

"Okay."

You didn't know why you picked him out of all the boys there to make friends. Maybe it was because of his big googly eyes or his cute bouncy self waiting in line to be dressed.

The both of you became close friends. Always chatting at the backstage of every show. He even signed a contract to stay on with your mom's brand.

As you got to know him longer, you knew more about him. He was a rich family's son, he's mom was once a famous model back in the 70s' and married a wealthy business man. Their family owns Lee Insurance Inc. and even a law firm.

As he got older, his father wanted him to learn up the ropes of the business world, at the age of 12.

He never liked the corporate world, too shady he always said. Thankfully he has a sister who enjoyed business. So the responsibility didn't weight on him anymore.

As Taeyong and you grew, the both of you started developing into teenagers. His eyes were still big, but held a sense of mystery. His jawline sharper. Shoulders broader.

You hadn't changed much, not as much as he did. You started cutting down from snacking as you fall into the phase of wanting to keep yourself fit. You started a gym membership and enrolling dance classes.

You still remember staring at yourself in the mirror at age 15, admiring the curves you developed from your hard work.

Taeyong wasn't blind. He saw the way you changed. No longer that cute little girl who said hi to him at his first catwalk.

One day at the age of 16 the both of you were trapped in one of your mom's studio due to heavy snow fall as you were helping Taeyong with his measurements.

You got bored, so you started sketching some designs on your notebook after your mom taught you how to.

" Do you always bring along your sketch book and pencils wherever you go?"

" Yeah. So that whenever I'm inspired I'll always be able to draw at once. It's really important to me. "

" Thats so artistic and cool."

" Thank you. "

You could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks. You have never been complimented much in your life. Being a famous designer's daughter means you rarely have sincere friends. Taeyong was the closest to you among all.

You looked up from the sketch book to see Taeyong's face only millimeters away from yours. His eyes focused on your lips. With a pounding heart, you closed the gap between the two of you.

Everything was well for a year. Both of you were the sweethearts of the weekly tabloids. The power couple netizens would call the both of you. Until everything fell apart.

At one of your girl friend's new year's party bash. You were supposed to go there with Taeyong, but you suddenly had a headache from the amount of work from school and work. So Taeyong texted you that he wouldn't go as you weren't going to be there.

You were going to fall asleep until your friend Yeri called you.

" Y/N, Y/N. Open your messages right now. You won't like it, but it's the truth and I didn't want to hide it from you. "

" Um. Okay? Hang on a sec. "

When you opened Yeri's chat, there were two blurry photos, you clicked into them and your heart dropped.

It was Taeyong and some random girl making out. You exited your chat with Yeri and opened Taeyong's.

' I'm breaking up with you. '

You hit send and proceeded to block his number and all the other forms of social media accounts.

A few weeks later, the tabloids caught wind of the break up and even caught a photo of Taeyong and some girl kissing at Starbucks.

Taeyong and Y/N, Lovebirds No More? Who's Taeyong's New Mystery Girl?

Y/N's nasty heartbreak, Taeyong's Break For Freedom.

The Similarities Between Y/N and Taeyong's New Darling, Rosé.

Throughout this break up, only Yeri was there, helping me move on from my first love and heartbreak. Passing me tissues and eating tubs of ice cream together.

2019.

" Ms Bae, Ms Bae! "

" Yes? "

"We're short of one of our main male models, he suddenly called and said that his aunt was in critical condition at Jeju. So he flown out of the city and won't be participating in all of our shows. "

" Hurry find a replacement. Any decent model will be fine for today until we find another permanent. "

" Yes, Ms Bae."

You can't screw this up. This is the first time your mom gave you full reins of the company. You had to ace this one way or another.

You were adjusting a model's clothing when you heard a voice that made you drop the pins in your hand.

" Y/N, long time no see. "

You still remember his voice, even though it got deeper as he matured.

" Taeyong. "

You greeted him in a hardened tone.

" Cut the crap. What are you doing

here? "

" Ms Bae, Ms Bae. He was the only decent model available at such a short period of time. "

Your assistant didn't dare looked up to your face, fearing that you might fire her on the spot.

" Get him dressed Nancy. "

" Yes, Ms Bae. "

You looked at Taeyong like he was trash, well technically he is to you but not literally. And you really needed a replacement model.

" Y/N, don't you remember all the happy memories we shared? "

You ignored him and started picking out his runway attire.

" Mr Lee, what is the size of your waist? "

Your assistant asked.

" Ask Y/N. She knows. "

" I don't keep trash in my head. Tell her yourself. "

Taeyong sighed. You sneaked a glance at him. He still does that making his lips straight frown whenever he's frustrated.

It's time you forgot about him Y/N, you told yourself.

" Size 31. "

He took the pants from your assistant to change behind the veil.

" Are you okay Ms Bae?"

Nancy whispered.

"It's been 4 years plus now Nancy. I'm fine. " Or that's what you keep telling yourself.

Nancy seemed a little bit relieved at what you said event though she wasn't entirely sure you were speaking the truth.Suddenly someone called.

"Nancy, Nancy! We need your help with one of the model's measurements. "

You took Taeyong's clothes from her hands and beckoned her to go. She left with a little bit of uncertainty on her face, but didn't dare to question her boss.

Taeyong finally stepped out from the veil, looking smart in the pants you designed.

" Here. Change into the button up first, then the sweater, finally the coat. "

You passed every article of clothing to Taeyong but he didn't take it.

" Dress me. "

" Stop playing games Taeyong. Time is ticking. "

" What sort of games? You did this all the time back when we were kids. "

" I'm not your friend or anything anymore, so get dressed on your own. "

Instead of listening to you, Taeyong plopped down the stool, mindlessly looking at his fingers.

After a minute of no sign of movement from him you took matters into your own hands.

You began to unbutton his shirt rapidly and put on the shirt for him, buttoning the buttons.

Taeyong had a surprise look on his face, he didn't think you'd actually do it.

When you undressed him, you saw the changes on his body. He was much more built than he was last time. Small knobs and cervices at his once soft stomach. You were careful to not touch him.

After you finished adjusting the dress shirt, you forced the sweater over his head, fingers accidentally knocking onto some part of his face.

" Ouch! You used to be more gentle when you dressed me backstage your mom's shows. "

" Let the past stay the past. " You said as you dumped the coat on his face.

" Do that on your own, or get a fling to do it for you. "

You scanned him top to toe to see if anything was wrong. Until you spot his Nike sneakers.

You weren't going to be Prince Charming for him. So you called Nancy and told her to switch tasks with you with a pair of size 9 from your latest collection.

The show was starting soon, you double checked the attendance and the paper and magazine companies.

You could feel a headache forming thinking of the gossip columns eating on the drama that's going to happen tonight.

Ex Lovers Reunited?

What's Happening Between Taeyong and Y/N? Taeyong casted in Y/N's First Full Fledge Collection.

Just mother freaking great.

Everything went smoothly during the beginning, no mismatched clothes, no ruckus outside the venue.

You took a peak from behind the curtains. The columnist and VIP customers seemed to be enjoying it.

" Ms Bae, Ms Bae. "

Nancy called you interrupting your thoughts.

" Yes? "

" Right after Taeyong's wrap up for the runway, it's supposedly your turn to greet and thank the guest. "

Shit, I forgot. A could sense an oncoming disaster.

" Right, yeah. Just let me get changed and I'll be right out. "

You changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and black sweater, to not distract the audience from the clothes worn by the models.

I stood behind Taeyong to wait for my cue. He suddenly turned around and looked at me in the eyes.

" No good luck kiss like when we're 17? "

"You lost that right when you lost my trust. "

For a while Taeyong really looked hurt. I could have been imagining it, don't get your hopes up Y/N , it'll just break your heart again.

When Taeyong walked the runway, heads turned and jaws dropped. Of all the models to grace my brand they didn't expected him. Especially for the closing scene, but there wasn't anyone else under my belt that could pull of such an outfit.

I could see my guest started whispering among themselves. Some frowned, some smiled, some had cynical looks on their faces, like they expected you to fall back with your most popular ex.

When Taeyong came back, it was your time to shine.

" Thank you so much for coming to the show. Customers who would like to make purchases may raise their hand, an employee with an iPad would be of assistance. Once again thank you and goodnight. "

You bowed and returned to the back end. You started helping your staff pack up the equipment, but they all dismissed you midway claiming that they could finish up by themselves.

So you decided to pack up your belongings to head home to prepare for the after party.

After keeping everything, you double checked your belongings and found that your sketch book wasn't present.

You started panicking, the sketch book held many ideas and sketches for future references.

" Ms Bae you should head home to prepare yourself for the after party. "

" I know Nancy, but I can't seem to find my sketch book. "

Nancy's eyes became saucers, she knew how important that book was to you.

" I'll help you ask all the staff, you have to head home to prepare first, it's your first after party Ms Bae. "

" Okay, thank you Nancy. Contact me if you find it. "

[dariusfrasier]

Thanksgiving ~‪@MacyEdwards_ @AvaWilke ‬

Macy was nervous. Even George could tell. He was staying out of her way while she got ready. Ava knew, too. She had been trying to keep Macy laughing as much as she could most of the morning. Today was Thanksgiving, and the three of us had been invited to join Mike and the rest of his family at a restaurant in New Orleans. What made Macy nervous wasn’t seeing her dad or her aunt Brandee. It was everyone else who was going to be there.

Mike had invited his brother Rick and sister-in-law Brandee along with his nieces, Gwen and Evie. Both of his nieces had children who would be there in addition to Mike’s nephew Phineas. I wasn’t sure, but I thought Gwen and Evie were each bringing dates, too. I just hoped that thirteen was a lucky number today. I also hoped that the bigger group was less intimidating than having to meet her cousins and uncle one on one. Time would tell, I guess.

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I wasn’t sure how many times I had changed clothes while trying to get ready. It seemed like every outfit was either too tight or didn’t fit at all. Dress after dress landed on the floor. I wasn’t even sure why I decided wearing a dress was a good idea, but I had.

After the fourth, or maybe the tenth dress, I finally found one. Well, one that I thought would be okay. Out of all the people that were going to be there, I knew three, my dad, my Aunt, and Darius. I was driving myself insane with thoughts of how everyone else would feel about me. I slipped my shoes on and went to find Darius and Ava. I stopped in front of both and asked, “Is this okay?” I was trying so hard to stand still. Why did I agree to this again?

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“You look great, Catwoman,” I grinned as I took her hand and spun her under my arm. “Right, Ava?” Ava laughed and nodded. “Love the dress, Macy. It’s perfect. Everything is going to be fine. I promise Darius and I will sit on either side of you and protect you.” She might have been kidding, but that was exactly what we were going to do.

“I’m not sure I’m dressed well enough to be seen with two such beautiful ladies,” I grinned before winking at Ava. “We have about fifteen minutes before we have to leave. I’m going to make sure George has enough food. You two touch up your lipsticks or use the bathroom if you need to, ok?” Ava hurried off to get her purse so I took a moment to kiss my girlfriend. “Just keep breathing, Macy.” With that, I headed to the kitchen to find our furry roommate.

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I knew that Darius and Ava meant well, but I was really freaking out. This was going to be the first time I attended a family function where everyone was going to be there. I was beyond calm. No amount of breathing, counting, meditating or anything was helping. While Darius went to feed George, and Ava went to grab her things, I paced. A lot. I felt like I was in a cage. A cage that I couldn’t get out of, complete with a leash.

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When I got George situated, I returned to the living room. It was eerily quiet. Too quiet. Ava shrugged nervously and tried to stay out of Macy’s path. She was pacing like an animal in the zoo. I sighed softly and tossed Ava the car keys. “We’ll be right out.” She nodded and smiled briefly at Macy before walking out to give us a moment alone.

“Hey, Babe,” I said softly as I approached her. “Come here.” I held my arms out and hoped she’d stop long enough to let me hold her. We needed to do this. Meet the rest of her family. She’d been putting it off for too long. After a very long few minutes, she reluctantly dragged her feet and let me hold her.

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I closed my eyes as Darius’ arms circled around me. I slowly began to relax and even slid my arms around him. “I’m not sure I can do this. What if everyone else doesn’t like me? It’s not going to be like meeting them one at a time. This is everyone. At once. What if I say the wrong thing?” I was starting to freak out again.

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Before she could object, I kissed her. Hard. Once we came up for air and her shock wore off, I took her face in my hands. “Nothing they say or do matters. Your dad loves you. Your aunt Brandee adores you. I love you. None of that will change. So let’s get this over with so we can come back home and go for a long run. Deal?”

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I thought about what he said and sighed, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But...what if they decide they don’t like me and tell him I’m bad or something?” I couldn’t help worrying, but deep down I knew Darius was right. I sighed and looked up at him, “A run really does sound good.”

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It took another over the top kiss to get Macy out to the car. That and the promise of a run wherever she wanted for as long as she wanted. Ava looked incredibly relieved when we got into the car and were finally on our way. “Ava, can you go over who’s going to be there and how they’re related to Mike once more?” I think Ava was happen to have something to do. As she started to describe everyone, I reached for Macy’s hand beside me and gave it a squeeze as I did my best to focus on the road.

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I squeezed Darius’ hand as I listened to Ava go over everyone again. I felt like I was getting ready for a business meeting. Listening and trying to remember it all, trying to remember to breathe, I was pretty sure the only reason I was going to be able to get through this is because I was promised a long run. Before long, actually too quick for my liking, we were parking the car.

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Ava got out and said she’d go check to see if anyone else was here yet. I gave her a grateful smile. “We’ll be right there. Thanks.” I waited for the back car door to close before turning to Macy. “The good thing is we’re at a public place, and we can leave whenever we want. It’s just dinner. Ava and I will be on either side of you. You can squeeze my hand or ask Ava to go to the ladies’ room with you when you need a break. Deal?”

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I couldn’t help but smile, “You know, I owe you and Ava big for doing this with me. I don’t think I could have done it alone.” I leaned over and kissed Darius. “Thank you for helping me through all of this.” I was about to kiss him again when Ava came back to tell us that my dad, Aunt and Uncle were here.

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“You don’t owe us anything, Catwoman,” I smiled as we got out of the car and followed Ava into the restaurant. I saw Mike right away and his grin widened once he spotted Macy. I had a feeling he would never let anything bad happen to her if he could help it. Tonight was going to go just fine. While Mike hugged Macy and Ava, I moved over to say hello to Brandee and her husband Rick.

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I couldn’t help but smile when my dad hugged me. “I’m so glad you three could make it. It means a lot to me to have you here.” I couldn’t help but blush a little, “You might want to thank Ava and Darius for that. I’ve been so nervous all day about this. And...I almost called and said I couldn’t make it. But they convinced me to come.” I could tell he was a little disappointed that I thought about not coming, I sighed. “I’m sorry, Dad. I..I just wasn’t sure I could handle meeting everyone at one time, that’s all. I’m really nervous about all of it.”

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I moved over to Macy and her father, leaving Ava to talk books with the librarian in the family. “I’m really nervous about all of it.” I slipped my arm around Macy’s waist. “Told you we weren’t going to let anything bad happen to you. Right, Mike?” He smiled and nodded. “They’re just people, Sweetheart. No reason to worry.” We spoke for a few more minutes before Ava joined us and motioned to the door, whispering,” That’s Gwen and her daughter Wynter with her boyfriend.”

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I took a deep breath and turned in the direction of the door. I couldn’t help but smile as the little girl, Wynter, took off across the restaurant into my Uncle Rick’s arms. Of course he scooped her up in a big hug. Aunt Brandee hugged...Gwen, and they all exchanged hellos. I watched from a distance, hoping that one day the whole family would embrace me like that too, not just my dad.

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I could feel Macy’s longing to be part of this family. I think Mike did, too. He took her hand and led her over to Brandee and Gwen. Ava smiled at me as we hung back. “He’s not going to let her feel left out, D. I promise,” she whispered. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I know.” I gave Ava a one-armed hug and kissed her cheek. It was good to have a third musketeer.

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I smiled as we joined Brandee and Gwen. I returned my Aunt’s hug when she hugged me. “Gwen, this is my daughter, Macy.” I couldn’t help but grin when I heard him say my daughter, it made me so happy to hear. With my mom it had always been that’s Macy or that girl there is Macy, it was rare that she introduced me as anything else. I smiled as I took Gwen’s outstretched hand, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Gwen. I’ve heard so much about you.” Gwen smiled big and nodded, “Same here about you. This is little one here,” Gwen laughed as her daughter said she wasn’t that little. “Excuse me, this beautiful young lady here is my daughter, Wynter. And this is,” she said gesturing to the man standing beside her, “my boyfriend, Kameron, but everyone calls him Mac.” I shook his hand and smiled, “It’s very nice to meet all of you.”

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Ava nudged me as I was watching Macy meeting one of her cousins. “Hmm?” I turned to where she gestured. “That must be Evie and Phineas.” I glanced over to see who she was referring to. I saw two men, a woman and a young boy walking towards us. Based on Rick’s smile as he approached them, I figured Ava was right. Since it was getting to be a bigger group, I tugged Ava along closer to Macy so she knew we were there for her.

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Gwen and Mac were very nice. Wynter had to be one of the sweetest girls I’d ever met. She was so polite and very respectful, older beyond her years it seemed. We were talking about Gwen’s artistic abilities, when she stopped mid sentence and smiled over my shoulder. “Our cousins Evie and Phineas are here. That’s her son Kayden and beside him is Daniel. Would you like to meet them?” I did, but my nerves kept me from answering, so I just nodded. As we turned to go, I felt Darius slip his hand in mine. I turned to face him, giving his hand a squeeze. As we walked over to the new arrivals, I had to admit, it was easier to do with Darius and Ava on either side of me.

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Mike introduced me and Ava to Gwen as we walked over to Rick and Macy’s other cousins. Gwen had her mother’s smile and, as I stood near her, what I would guess was some of her mother’s empathy. It was comforting, and I think it was helping Macy stay calmer. Ava and I stayed quiet for the most part while Gwen and Mike introduced Macy to her cousins. From what I could gather, Evie and her brother had only recently gotten reacquainted with Gwen and her parents. Within minutes, all of us were gathered and ready to sit down to dinner. I escorted Macy and Mike escorted Ava. We stayed together as a group and surrounded Macy with a friendly buffer of sorts on either side.

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As we sat down, my main thought was that there was no way I would have been able to do this without Darius and Ava. Just knowing that if it became too much, I could tell them and they would get me out of there took so much weight off my shoulders. I just wished it helped my nerves. I wasn’t used to the big family gatherings, at least not the kind filled with so much love and acceptance. It was overwhelming. But it gave me hope. More than I wanted to admit in this moment.

After everyone was seated, drinks were brought out and toasts were made, everyone was included in everything. No one was left out. It was something I had been missing from my “family” back home when I was growing up. I just wanted to belong. I couldn’t help wondering what it would have been like growing up surrounded by all these amazing people. Maybe I did belong here after all.

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[deans-baby-momma]

The Padackles Link-Chapter 42

Over the next few weeks, deliveries kept coming in. We had ordered a crib, a changing table, a wardrobe to hang all of Jackson's clothes in, and a big area rug that looked like a pond complete with waterlilies and lily pads floating along the surface. Since Jensen was back in Vancouver on set, all I was allowed to do was direct the delivery men where to sit the boxes. The nursery was slowly becoming filled.

I had just answered a Facetime call from him as I walked into the room.

“Jay, I think we might have went overboard with buying stuff. If Jackson came tomorrow he wouldn't be able to fit in here,” I laughed as I turned the screen around and scanned the area. I heard his chuckle and turned the phone back to myself.

“Babe, once I get home and start putting it all together, it won't seem so cluttered, I promise,” he said as he winked at me. “You haven't lifted anything have you?”

“No. Well, I did pick up a couple of outfits and try to imagine a baby in them. They're so little! How am I going to take care of something that small? I'm going to lose him.” My voice was whiny by the time I finished.

“Drea, you aren't going to lose our son. Did you lose JJ when we left her in your care?”

“No but-” I pouted and he cut me off.

“See. You got this!” he smiled through the camera. “So how have you been feeling? Any nausea or cramps?”

“Nope,” I said, popping the p. “Feeling pretty good. Missing you though,” I jutted my bottom lip and frowned at him. I looked closely at him and laughed.  “Baby is it cold up there?” I had just noticed he was bundled up in a big winter coat that was zipped up to his chin.

“Hell yes! It's like 38° here. I tell ya, you'd think after 10 years I'd be used to frigid Canadian winters but this boy has Texas in his veins. I need sunshine and heat and warmth,” he chuckled. “Jared isn't faring much better either. He keeps hogging the heaters! The big baby.”

By the time the call ended, Jensen was grumbling about mean, mean women.I had teased him about lounging in the shade by the pool and enjoying the humid weather in Texas. He had been called back to set and ultimately ending my ‘torture’ as he called it.

Gen showed up with Tom and Shep in tow to help with my surprise for Jensen when he came home. We were going to paint the nursery. Well, she was. I just had to keep the younger Padalecki's occupied while she worked. We had chosen a light aqua green for the wainscoting and a soft tan for the upper walls. The trim would be white to coordinate with the color of the furniture.

“Daya, when Jackson gets here can we play wif ‘im?” Tom asks me while we are coloring at the dining room table.

“You'll have to be easy with him,” I explain. “Just like when Sheppy was born. He's going to be little and probably sleep a lot.”

“And poop,” Tom says with a disgusted look on his little face. “Sheppy pooped all ‘e time. It was yucky.” I couldn't help but laugh and ruffle his brown hair.

“You're right. Jackson will poop a lot. But he's just a baby so we'll still love him right?”

“Yea, of tourse.”

“And he'll love you too. You'll be best friends, I'm sure.”

“Daya, can I have more than one best fwien’?” Tom asks, seriously. “Acause JJ is my bestest fwien’.”

“Of course you can buddy,” I tell him wrapping my arm around him. “JJ and her brother can both be your best friends.” I say without thinking.

“But JJ don't have a bwover,” Tom states.

“Oh, um. Well-” I begin, trying to figure out to get out of this conversation. Thankfully Gen comes in and saves the day.

“Sweetie, Jackson is JJ's brother,” she says as she wipes paint off her hands. “Remember Christian at daycare, he had a sister with a different dad but same mom.” At Tom's nod, his mother continues. “Well that's how it is with JJ and Jackson. Uncle Jensen is JJ's dad and Jackson's dad.”

Tom cocks his head to the side and looks at me and then to my belly then to his mom. “How Unca Jensen put a baby in there?”

I gasp in shock and look at  Gen who is holding back her laughter.

“I'm not touching that!” I say.

“Don't worry, I got this,” she says and sits back on the sofa. She pulls Tom up on her lap and looks at him. “Remember when we told you about you were going to be a big brother?” Tom nods and she continues. “What did we tell you?”

“When two people are in love, sometimes a baby is made out of that love.”

“Right. So Unca Jensen and Drea love each other. And so they made a baby.”

“Ochay,” Tom says and scurries off his mother's lap and goes back to coloring.

Gen stands up and I follow her into the kitchen. “Geez! He came out of nowhere with that,” I say as I grab a couple of waters from the fridge. I hand one to Gen and sit down at the table. “I was speechless. Thank you.”

“It's fine,” she laughs. “I had to field those questions when we told him about Shep. And then when he found out that all kids didn't always have the same mom or dad.”

To say I had been overwhelmed by Tom's question was an understatement.  But it got me to thinking. How would people treat Jackson? Would they treat him differently because he had a different mother than Jensen’s daughter? When they got older, would there be exposed to questions and comments about their father’s infidelity? The more I thought about it the more panicked I was becoming. Gen was quick to notice and ask if I was okay.

“No?” I squeaked.

“Drea, honey. What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Is Jackson trying to come early?”

I shook my head as my eyes filled with tears. “I just realized how much my son is going to have to deal with as he gets older. His dad is a freaking television star with thousands of fans. And he was married when Jackson was conceived. How am I going to ever explain it to him?”

Drea, calm down. Ok, yes.. Our kids have to deal with a lot that other kids don’t but we just limit their exposure is all. And yea he was married but he wasn’t happy. And they had already split before you got pregnant. Anyways, what you’re worrying about is years down the road. Stop stressing before you do actually make him arrive early,” she told me sternly.

Although I heard and understood what she was saying, it didn’t really help my apprehension. And I also knew she was right, I needed to calm myself down before I ended up hurting Jackson or going into an early labor.

“Are you finished with the room already?” I ask, trying to get my mind on something else, something encouraging.

“The first coat on the top and the second on the bottom. It’s going on really smooth. I think you’ll like it,” she told me with a smile.

“I can’t wait to see it,” I told her, giddy. “I can’t believe in a little over a month there is going to be a baby here. My baby.”

“It is crazy. Seems like we just found out,” Gen says reaching over and rubbing my belly. I didn’t care for many people to touch me intimately, mostly just Jensen but Gen was the exception. She has been there since the beginning. In fact, if it hadn’t been for her Jensen and I would probably not be together.

“Hey Gen,” I said, a thought coming to my mind. “How would you feel about being a godparent?”

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[amysubmits]

Where do you draw the like between being a submissive who is trying to please his/her partner and someone who is being a pushover? I’m naturally quiet and submissive to most people and sometimes can misunderstand when someone is just taking advantage of me. Side note: I don’t think this applies to your dynamic but wanted to listen to your perspective :)

You are so sweet for the side note.  😊

So I’ve thought about this element of my childhood quite a bit since realizing that I am a submissive and I think it was because I was trying to make sense of this exact question about being a pushover vs submissive. 

I have a cousin who is less than a year older than me and who lived close and was around me very regularly. We grew up as close friends and still today this girl is someone who I just click with better than most. Yet our personalities are quite different and the differences when we were little were so dramatic that was a pretty common topic of conversation. I think just because we were both girls, both the same age and such good friends that it tickled people how different we were in so many other ways. I remember regularly hearing people compare and contrast us. I was short and she was long-legged, she was loud and I was quiet, she was strong-willed and I was easily intimidated, she was adventurous and I liked my comfort zone, she loved dogs while I liked cats, she wanted to be the center of attention while I felt embarrassed when people sang ‘happy birthday’ to me at my party.

When we were together as kids our play was lots of “Amy come play dolls! This is your doll and I’m these two dolls. My dolls are wearing these clothes and you should put that outfit ony our doll.” and I’d go right along. Or even “Let’s make people out of play-doh. Oh, don’t use blue, Amy. You should make a purple play-doh person!” and I’d switch to the purple play-doh instead. Not out of gritting my teeth, but just because I didn’t really care, I was happy to do things her way.

My cousin was called “bossy” constantly. I imagine her mom may have felt bad about that? Or maybe my aunt just wasn’t able to understand my personality because she is a strong-willed person herself. Anyway, she would butt in. “Amy! Tell her no! Tell her you wanted to use the blue-play doh! Stand up for yourself! Tell her you want that other doll. Take that purple dress for your doll!” Or sometimes she’d take something from my cousins hands and shove it in mine. Or sometimes she’d catch it before we started playing and would announce that I got first pick of toys today. Or that I was going to choose what we played first. Except I didn’t want to pick.

The worst was when she would tell me to demand something back from my cousin, or tell me exactly what to say “tell her you want that curly haired doll!” and would stare at me waiting for me to do just that. Know what this did? This made me feel trapped. I didn’t mind my cousins “bossing”. I didn’t want to demand the other toy. But as a kid, ignoring or disobeying an adult just simply was not an option to me. So it forced me to confront my cousin to ‘get something back’ from her that I didn’t even want. I was pretending to stand up to my cousin, who I didn’t feel the need to protect myself from, just to avoid standing up to my aunt…who I was intimidated by.  In other words, I think I was being a pushover with my aunt, but not with my cousin.

All of that really just to say…as a passive person, sometimes people think I am being a push-over when I do not feel like I am compromising at all. So if someone tells you that they think you are being a push-over but you do not feel taken advantage of, they may just not understand your personality? I think strong-willed people or detail-oriented people sometimes feel that a passive person is being “walked on” when they see them not voicing their opinions or advocating for a certain choice. When sometimes passive people just don’t care about the details and are happy to let anyone who does care about the details control those details. 

At the same time, I think I do have pushover tendencies (I’m working on this!) and also am submissive. I think whether or not any given behavior I have or interaction I have is me being walked on or not is whether or not it is against my own preferences or against my own best interest, pretty much. 

I don’t think I am being a pushover if I let someone else decide where we go to lunch or what we order on the pizza because I don’t care. I think if someone asks me to do a favor for them and I say ‘yes’ because I want to, that is also not being a push-over. I think I am a push-over if someone asks me to do a favor, and I don’t want to, or it is really inconvenient for me, but I say ‘yes’ anyway just to avoid the discomfort of telling them ‘no’. 

If I am sick and only got 5 hours of sleep last night and my sister asks me to babysit her 4 young kids so she can go on a date? I want to say yes just because saying ‘no’ makes me feel bad. But saying ‘no’ when I don’t want to and when I shouldn’t because I need to sleep? That would be being a pushover. 

Where to me, submission is when you serve or care for others because it feels good to do so or makes you happy or otherwise feels good to do so.

I kinda feel like being a pushover is not fulfilling or worthwhile in the long-run while being submissive in a fulfilling D/s relationship is? I think that is a big part of the difference. With certain family members who constantly asked me for favors and I constantly said yes, eventually I started to have thoughts like ‘Do you ONLY call me when you need something? Am I JUST a free babysitter to you?” etc. Those feelings of resentment are for me what helps me recognize that I am being too much of a push-over and allowing myself to get to a place where I feel used or taken advantage of. I don’t feel like that within my D/s relationship which I think is why it is different.

In my D/s when I have a bad day or I’m cranky or something, I may not enjoy submitting in the moment. If he tells me I have to be in bed at a set time, it almost always is at least mildly unpleasant for me. I sometimes am really not in the mood to complete certain chores that are part of our D/s like the dishes or bathing our dogs. But it’s just “Man I don’t care to do this right now.” it’s never “I do all this housework and for what? Am I a maid?” because I know exactly what I get in return for what I do, I get his Dominance, leadership, guidance, I know what chores and responsibility he shoulders as my Dom, etc. So I never feel used because I know we have created that balance of responsibilities where we both feel good within the big picture, even if not in the moment all the time. 

It’s extremely helpful that CD really tries hard to be aware of my needs and is conscious of how I am not always great at saying no or standing up for myself. He is especially careful about this with anything sexual because I have a particular weakness there. If I’ve had a bad day or am having a bit of anxiety or depression and he wants to be intimate but he is unsure of whether or not it may be too much, he will sometimes say “I’d kinda like to have a blowjob, are you up for that? I know it’s been a long day.” and then if I say yes he will follow-up with “Are you sure? Remember it is 100% okay to say no.” just to sort of double-check that I am not feeling like I need to say yes. If he asks me to do something non-sexual that is extra or big or new or scary he sometimes will double-check that I genuinely WANT to say yes when I do say yes.

It’s also super helpful that CD really strongly encourages me to speak up and helps me to see when I am stretching myself too thin in an attempt to please others. If he thinks I am telling someone ‘yes’ just to avoid feeling guilty or feeling rude for saying ‘no’ he tells me so. If he thinks someone is asking too much of me, he tells me that. It’s helped me to recognize my own patterns of over-giving a bit and over time I’ve started saying no more often and have realized the world doesn’t end and it has not damaged my relationships like I worried it would. For similar reasons, he often points out to me how I apologize to people when I have done nothing wrong.

He also encourages me to speak up a lot in our D/s. I know that he wants to take care of me and put my needs first. It could happen with something non-sexual too, but for an easy example. If he told me he was interested in trying some new kinky thing and we tried it but it totally freaked me out and I started internally panicking but I decided to try to grit and bear it for the sake of trying to do the thing he wanted to try? He would be SO disappointed with me. Like, devastatingly so. Because yes, if he says let’s do X he initially did want to do X, but the second that X becomes something that is harming me or triggering me or something, he no longer wants to do it. So I know that submitting to something harmful for me, for the sake of pleasing him will never actually please him. It pleases him when I speak up for myself to make sure I am not hurt and my needs are met, etc, he expects me to do that. So even if he initially asked me to do something, if it’s too much for me, then speaking up and saying so is an act of submission because it’s helping him to keep me safe. He doesn’t want me to be a pushover in the sense of doing anything that is not in my best interest. 

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I learned it from the pizza man chapter 4: The Continued Adventures of Olive Bro

Okay, this is the third time I've tried to post this. I tried twice last night but Tumblr crashed both times  _______________________________________________________________

Lance was freaking out, Keith was going to pick him up in less than an hour and he still didn't know what he was going to wear on this freaking date. He rifled frantically through his closet rejecting shirt after shirt, too casual, too casual, not casual enough, why the hell did he even still own this shirt, too casual, not casual - oh, god why was this so hard?

Ten minutes later he'd managed to pair his options down to two. Option one: a dark blue button-up with the sleeves cuffed at the elbows, nice jeans and dark brown leather loafers. Option two: a dark blue Star Wars t-shirt with a blue suit jacket and pants and blue Converse high tops.

Hunk. He needed Hunk to make the final decision. He knocked on the door to Hunk's room, both outfit options folded carefully over his arms. Hunk emerged from his room and seemed to know instantly what Lance needed.

“Hunk, my buddy,  my man, my absolute favorite person in the world”

Hunk interrupted,“Lance, you don't have to butter me up to get me to choose an outfit for your date tonight. You're my best friend, of course I'm  gonna do that for you. Just show me what you got.”

Lance laid the two options down on  Hunk’s bed and stepped back to let his friend take a look and consider both outfits.

“I'd go with the button up, the last time you wore that shirt the girl in the apartment next door wouldn't stop staring at you. I also overheard her saying something about how it apparently did things to your shoulders.”

“Thanks bro!” Lance yelled while  running to his bedroom to change and throw on a last-minute face mask.

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Keith was practically pacing a hole in the floor of the living room, much to Shiro's annoyance.

“Are you absolutely sure about this outfit?”

“Yes Keith, you look great and I would know, I picked it out.

“Do you think I should get him flowers, or would that be weird?”

“Do you think he'd like flowers?”

“Yes."

“Then buy him flowers, or do I have to pick those out too?”

“Shiro, I'm being serious.”

“Keith, relax. He clearly likes you. I mean, he did ask you to ask him out.”

“What if it's a prank?”

“It's not a prank.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“He wouldn't be keeping it up for so long if this is a prank.”

“Yes but do you know that.”

“KEITH!”

“Fine, fine, fine, whatever.” Keith took a deep breath. “'m okay, I'm fine.”

“Listen, Keith, if it somehow is a prank, witch it absolutely isn't by the way, then he's a jerk and not worth your time are your sadness, okay?” “You sound like one of those stupid inspirational text posts mom and her friends post on Facebook.”

Shiro laughed. “Hey at least you're not freaking out anymore.”

“Yeah, thanks for the pep talk. I should go now if I want to get him flowers.”

“Okay, text me when you're heading home.”

“I will”

“If you're taking your motorcycle remember a helmet!”

“Yes mom,” Keith huffed rolling his eyes

“Hey, this is a direct order from Mom. If she finds out I let you ride on that thing without a helmet she'd kill me. Slowly and painfully”

“Okay, okay I'll bring the helmet!”

“And bring the spare one for Lance.”

“Okay,” Keith replied impatiently

“I'm just worried about you. As your big brother I kind of have to be, it comes with the job”

“Goodbye Shiro."

Keith parked his bike in front of a little flower shop and walked up to the checkout counter. There was an old woman behind the register. She looked sweet, plump, vaguely grandmotherly, and was wearing a straw Hat and floral shirt. Exactly the kind of person you'd expect  to run a little flower shop. “How can I help you, dear?” “I need to buy flowers for a date.”

“Aw, who's the lucky lady.”

“Um, it's not.. it's not a lady. He's not a lady”

“Oh my mistake, terribly sorry did you have something   in mind?”

“Um, not really This is actually a first date but we've been kind of talking for a while. so  I know that his favorite color is blue, I think he mentioned licking Hydrangeas. I don't know that much about flowers”

The lady laughed. “Well then it's very good that I have a bouquet of blue Hydrangeas on hand.”

“I'll take those then.”

After the flowers were wrapped and paid for the lady smiled at him. “Good luck on your date dear.”

“Thank you.” And with that Keith's set off to Lance's house. ======================================================================== The doorbell rang and Lance shot up from the couch to answer the door.

Wow. Just wow. If Lance thought Keith was gorgeous in that ridiculous uniform he wasn't prepared for the way he looked dressed up for a date.

He was wearing a dark red button up, a leather jacket, tight fitting black jeans and black boots. “Hi Oh these, these are these are for you,” he he stuttered holding up  a bouquet of blue Hydrangeas. “I love Hydrangeas, My mom has them in her garden. Oh and they're blue, blue is my favorite color! You remembered.”

“I'm glad you like them.”

“Let me go get a vase for these. Come in and sit down on the couch while I go find one.”

When Lance finally found a vase for the bouquet - it was tucked away on one of the highest shelves, he literally needed a stool to reach it he placed it on the counter for a minute to take a look .Keith had gotten him Blue Hydrangeas. He'd actually remembered Lance talking  his favorite flowers and color. Could this guy possibly be any more amazing?. He smiled to himself before checking the time on the stove clock. 'Oh shit if we don't leave now we're going to be late!

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Lance walked away and Keith sat down  on the couch only to be greeted by a tiny girl with short brown hair and a tall dark-skinned dude who looked like he could be a linebacker, Lance's roommates, Keith presumed. It was good to finally put faces to names and voices.

The girl-Pidge, if he remembered correctly leaned closer narrowing her eyes menacingly. “Listen here, dude. Lance may be an idiot but he's our idiot and he's one of my best friends. You know the deal, if you hurt him we will destroy you.Got it?”

The big guy Hunk presumably,  nodded along, “Seriously, I usually hate violence but you don't mess with my friends.”

“Oh, okay.”

“And if you think I'm scary, he has four older siblings and like a whole bunch of cousins. You don't even want to know what they'd do after I’m done with you”

“I'm not going to hurt him, I swear!”

“I'm going to take you on your word. For now.”

“Um, th- thank you I guess.”

At that point, Lance walked back in from the kitchen with the Hydrangeas now in a vase and placed them on the side table by the couch.

“Hey so we gotta leave now if we're going to make the five o’clock movie,” Lance said and reached for Keith's hand. Together they began to walk towards the door. Keith took one last look back only to see Pidge Shot him an “I'm watching you” gesture”.

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They arrived at the movie theater on Keith's motorcycle. Yes, Keith had a motorcycle and Just when he thought Keith couldn't get any hotter. Lance had already bought the tickets so all they needed to do was present the printed out receipt to the bored looking teenage girl at the ticket booth.

She sighed and rolled her eyes but didn’t even bother to look up at them. “What movie do you want to see?”

“Moana please, we already bought our tickets, here's a receipt. They told me to give it to you so you could print out the physical tickets.”

“Okay fine whatever, just give me the receipt and…” she stopped halfway through her sentence as she finally actually looked up at Lance. She perked up instantly and immediately went to print out the ticket while looking up at Lance every couple of seconds. She grabbed the tickets and handed them to him obviously attempting to touch Lance and giggled. “Enjoy the movie, Sir, I hear it's super good,” she said dreamily while wrapping a lock of hair around her finger.

“Um...Thank you?" Lance might have been flattered by her flirting if it weren't for the fact that, one, she couldn't have been older than sixteen and two, it was incredibly obvious he was on a date.

Once she was out of your shot Keith began to laugh. “Okay what was that about?”

“Seriously, it’s soobvious I am on a date with you,’ Lance said, indicating their intertwined hands. “Let's go in before anyone else decides to hit on you.”

“Besides you, of course.” Lance winked at him.

“Oh, obviously.”

======================================================================== The movie was, as predicted, incredible. The animation was gorgeous the music was great and Keith was genuinely surprised at how much he liked Dwayne The Rock Johnson as Maui.

Lance definitely seemed to agree as he emerged from the movie theater dancing and singing an odd fragmented mix of whatever he could remember from “How Far I'll Go” and “You're Welcome”. Some people, including his teenage self, might have found it annoying but honestly, it was quite cute. Besides, any excuse to watch Lance was a good one, especially now with him all dressed up. The shirt hugged his shoulders just right and showed off his arms and his pants made his legs look a mile long.

They walked along towards the restaurant, Lance stopping his impromptu concert so they could chat about the movie.

“Can you believe Auliʻi Cravalho is only 16? Imagine being able to sing and act like that at 16!  I did theater in high school and I can think of  like four different girls who would legitimately have killed a man to get a voice like that at her age.”

Judging by his few interactions with the theater kids in high school Keith wasn't sure if that was much of an exaggeration.

“Yeah she was great. I was mostly surprised by The Rock, who knew he was so talented?”

“Actually I did know that, this girl who did hairspray with me in high school was obsessed with him, obsessed I tell you. Oh, and speaking of theater kids, did you see the SNL episode with Lin-manuel Miranda? God, he was brilliant! I swear Crucible Cast Party was taken from hidden cameras for my high school theater days.”

“Oh yeah, I saw that it was funny. I never really did any theater so I'm not sure if I got all of the jokes but it was still funny.”

They continued chatting, with Lance looking down occasionally to check the directions on his phone. The walk to the restaurant wasn't that long, 10 minutes at most - a fact that Keith was thankful for because he didn’t want to be out in the cold for longer than necessary. Three years of going to college up north and he still wasn't used to the winters.

When they got to the restaurant Lance talked to the hostess in rapid-fire Spanish, apparently, she was more comfortable with it than English. He didn't understand most of it. He hadn't bothered to take a foreign language class in high school. His father had taught him enough Korean before he died for Keith to opt out of it.

The lady seated them at an intimate table toward the back and handed them their menus.

“What do you think you're going to get?” Keith asked.

“Hunk says fajitas are incredible, I'm going to get them with chicken. He also recommends the tamales, will you share an appetizer of them with me?”

“Yeah sure, sounds great. I've never l had tamales before but they sound good. I think I'm going to get the Pollo con mole poblano.”

“Oh, good choice mole poblano is delicious.”

The waiter came by to take their order and dropped off a little round pan full of tortilla crisps. Keith hesitantly tasted one. It was warm and surprisingly flavorful, nothing like the store-bought ones. Lance grabbed one too and took a bite, his eyes lighting up. “Hunk was right, these are incredible! Maybe I should go back and ask for the recipe for him, turn up the Lancey Lance charm.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Keith.

“Really?” “I'm joking! And hey, it worked on you, didn't it?”

“That and you being incredibly handsome.”

Lance's cheeks darkened at the compliment.“Seriously though, if they wouldn't give it to Hunk they're not going to tell anyone. I swear, that boy is an angel from heaven! Always has been and I've known him since we were kids.”

“He seems like it. Your second roommate on the other hand... What's her deal?” “Pidge, she's a gremlin but we love her. She's actually two years younger than me but she's some kind of genius who went to college at like 16. We actually met at orientation. I mentioned my sexuality to some sorority sister and she made a face and told me that she didn't have time for” Lance's voice dropped to a whisper “sissy f-a-g-s.” His voice went back to normal. “Pidge came over and said: “And he doesn't have the time for dumb homophobic bitches but here we are!” Then I bought her a burger and we've been friends ever since.”

“I already met your roommates, any other friends I should know about?

“Yes! Hunk’s girlfriend Shay. She's also an angel, ooh and she's demisexual - not really relevant or anything but fun fact. Then there's Allura, she's bi like me. I used to have a huge crush on her. We actually went on a couple of dates but she was getting over a bad breakup and I was really homesick and it just didn't really work out. Don't worry though, that was a long time ago. Then there's her girlfriend Romelle who's a trans lesbian and the nicest person you'll ever meet, aside from hunk and Shay of course. They live in this really nice house because Allura is this fancy British heiress.”

“An heiress?” “Yeah, but she's like really cool and hard-working. She's getting a business degree so she can take over her father's company - well, technically her uncle's company. Her dad died a few years ago and her uncle was like his advisor or something so he took over the company in her stay until she was old enough and also took care of her. He has a weird name. Karen or Kran, something like that”

“Anyone else?”

“That's my immediate circle of friends. I mean Pidge's brother Matt visits sometimes but he graduated already so he's off doing some smart people thing, I don't know.”

“They sound great” “They are. They're also like super queer. I mean I've already told you about the others and Pidge is Aro Ace”

“And Hunk?” “ Hunk is our token straight person!”

Keith shrugged. “Every group needs one.”

“Exactly, how about you? Let's talk about your friends!”

“To be honest with you I don't actually have a lot of friends.”

“Oh well, I'm sure my friends will have no issue adopting you into the group.” “That sounds nice.” Keith hesitated for a second before continuing. “Can I can I be honest with you for a second?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

“You have to promise you're not going to think of me differently after you hear,  after what I have to say.”

“What could you possibly say that would make me think of you differently?. You don't have some like crazy stalker ex or something, right?”

“No, no. it's just... You know I'm adopted right?”

“Yeah, I already said that doesn’t make a difference.”

“The thing is, I haven't told you the full story. I wasn't adopted as a baby like most people. My dad died when I was nine and I don't know what happened to my mother. I spent a few years in foster care and I was 14 when the Shirrogaines adopted me."

Lance was quiet for a bit. “Wow, that's- wow.”

“I can leave now and pay if you're uncomfortable.”

“No, no, I'm not uncomfortable! It's just, you've been through so much. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“Thank you for reacting so positively.”

“Wait, did other people react negatively?” Lance tried to keep his voice down but failed. Why in the world would people react badly to that?

“Yeah, a lot of people don't know how to react. Some people just cut me out of their lives altogether, it's one of the reasons I don't have a lot of friends.”

“Well, forget about those people, they're jerks and not worth your time. You are handsome, smart, funny, kind and you drive a badass motorcycle. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.” “Thank you, that's actually really nice to hear.”

Lance grabbed Keith's hand “I can't pretend I understand what you've been through but I know what it's like to be judged for things out of your control. I'm an immigrant actually, we moved to the United States from Cuba when I was five, my oldest brother was going to go to college in the states and I don't remember exactly why but we relocated with him. When I went to kindergarten I didn't speak English very well because I'd only just learned it and Hunk was the only kid who bothered to talk to me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to repay that kindness.”

“Something tells me you already have.”

There was a loaded feeling in the air between them Keith found himself leaning in for a kiss. Before their lips made contact, however, they heard someone clear their throat.

The pair jumped apart and looked towards the sound. It was the waitress, she arrived with their food.

They ate their food while continuing to chat, Keith regaled Lance with the continued adventures of olive bro and Lance offered to feed him a bite of his meal which was far cuter than Keith would ever admit. Keith found out that Lance's full name was actually Leandro but he had chosen the nickname Lance after reading about the Middle Ages because his classmates were having trouble pronouncing his full name. Keith responded with a story about one foster kid from a group home who told him to go back to China after hearing him speak Korean and how he'd been utterly schooled by one of the older foster girls. They were so wrapped up in the conversation that they didn't notice the waitress coming over after they were done eating to clear the table, she gave a long-suffering sigh, muttered something about something about young love then walked off to fetch the bill.

Lance had paid for the movie so Keith paid for dinner and they left the restaurant hand in hand. Keith was about to get on his motorcycle and but Lance stopped him. “I had a really nice time tonight, do you think we could go on a second date after the winter break?”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds great!”

“Just so you know, there are no waitresses here to interrupt us.”

“You're being rather a cliche.”

“Shut up and kiss me mullet.”

“I don't have a-”

He didn't finish the sentence because Lance's lips were suddenly on his.

He lost track of time as they stood there kissing, he couldn't say there were fireworks or angels singing but god it was a really nice kiss. After a while, they finally pulled apart pressing their foreheads together.

Lance spoke first: “Wow.”

“I haven't been kissed like that in ages,” Keith confessed.

“Oh, who's cliche now, hmm?"

“Shut up,” Keith said and then laughed leaning in for another kiss. This kiss was shorter than the first, Lance pulling back prematurely with a shiver.

“We should probably go, I'm getting really cold.”

Keith had been too wrapped up in the kiss to notice but he was freezing too.

“Of course, I'll drive you home now.”

When they arrived back at Lance's apartment he couldn't help but notice two figures silhouetted in the window. Apparently, Lance was in for a long night.

Lance handed him the spare helmet and Keith grabbed his arm lightly pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“See you after the break.”

“Yeah, can I text you while I'm away?” “Yeah sure”

“Hey, just you wait our next date is going to be amazing, I have an entire break to plan it after all!”

“I'm looking forward to it.”

“Good,” he giggled.

Lance leaned over for one last kiss, then walked into his apartment

Keith watch him go with a smile.

Nope, definitely not a prank.

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I actually have a beta reader now thank you to Calliopestories for making my writing a lot more polished. http://calliopestories.tumblr.com/ and yes I did make that entire section about Lance's friends and their sexualties just so I could make that token straight friend joke.

[anatraart]

Only Know You Love Him When You Let Him Go Part 10

Read it on AO3 HERE 

Alexander awoke the next morning with a vague memory of being carried to bed and someone, most likely Thomas, laying down with him. When Alexander opened his eyes he then noticed nobody was in the bed with him now.

He sat up, relieved his head didn’t hurt it. With a quick glance at his phone, he saw it was only seven in the morning. The small immigrant slipped out of bed, walking over to the bathroom to knock on the door. “Thomas? You in there?” When he received no response he opened the door, surprised to see anybody in there.

The next place he checked was the kitchen, with no such luck. From there he checked the back porch, relaxing when he saw Thomas sitting in one of the chairs on the phone with someone.

“Yes, mom. I’ll see if he wants to.” a pause. “I know dad’s going to flip but he’s the one that suggested it.” another pause. “Alright. I’ll text you to let you-” Alexander watched Thomas’ eyes fall on him while he trailed off. “Actually, give me a minute.” He watched while Thomas muted the phone and set it down, standing to move over to Alexander.

“Who was that?” Alexander leaned into it when Thomas wrapped his arms around the smaller male.

“My mother. Apparently, James mentioned me being here with someone to his family, and they rat me out to my father, who now is telling me to bring you over for the rest of our time here.” Alexander nodded.

“You mentioned your dad freaking out though.”

“James never said it was a guy I was with… They assumed you were a girl.” Alexander gave him a small smile, hoping it would help calm the worry that was evident in the Virginian’s eyes.

“So? It shouldn’t matter. Besides, from what I remember of him he’d probably end up more pissed over the shit I say.” Alexander’s smile widened when Thomas let out a small chuckle.

“I mean you’re not wrong. He was pissed when a tiny immigrant was able to hold his ground against him.” Alexander pecked Thomas’ lips.

“If you wanna see you’re family I’m down to go. I’d need to let George and Martha, but it might be good for you to see your family.”

Thomas nodded. “Okay.” a pause. “Okay.”

»»————- ————-««

That night Alexander and Thomas were pulling up Monticello’s driveway. Before they got out of the car, Alexander pulled Thomas into a quick kiss. “Don’t worry, okay? Everything is going to be okay.”

Thomas nodded and got out of the car, Alexander following. The immigrant watched as an older looking woman strode out of the house and over to Thomas, pulling the much taller man into a hug. “Thomas! You made it!” She pulled away and turned to Alexander, grinning. “You also didn’t mention it was one of Martha’s boys!” Thomas gave a nervous laugh, and Alexander gave him a worrying look.

Alexander walked over and grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He noticed the front door open and when he turned, recognised the two girls running out as Lucy and Mary, both of whom ran over and attacked Thomas with hugs. He let go of his boyfriend’s hand and stepped back, looking over to the now wide open door, where two men now stood. One of them he knew to be Thomas’ father. The other he assumed to be his older brother, Randolph he believed.

Peter, his father, have Alexander a look of surprise, then disgust. Alexander assumed he recognised him, and it made him smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if Peter already knew Alexander’s willingness to fight back. Randolph seemed to stare at him, giving him a look that seemed to read ‘what kind of thing did you do to infect my brother’. The thought made him smile. He knew just how homophobic Thomas’ father was from when he had seen him interact with John.

Taking a breath he focused his attention back to Thomas, Lucy, and Mary. Thomas was smiling, although he saw he wasn’t really paying too much attention to his sisters. Alexander knew he was watching Peter. Alexander knew Peter was watching them closely, and it took all his energy not to walk over there and kiss his boyfriend, just to piss his father off. Peeling his eyes off Peter Alexander settled for moving back over to Thomas, leaning into his side.

He had half expected Thomas to distance himself, but relaxed when he felt Thomas’ arm wrap around him.

“So Alexander, how have you been! We haven’t seen you in years.” Lucy asked, giving them a smile.

“I’ve been alright. Something happened with…” Alexander bit the inside of his lip, taking a breath. “Something happened with John recently, but it's been getting better.”

Mary’s smile faltered. “What happened with John? Last time we saw him he was doing just fine. It wasn’t long after you two got together as well.”

Alexander felt the burning of tears threatening to fall, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold them back. When Thomas spoke up, Alexander almost sighed in relief. “I’ll tell you later.” Mary nodded and Alexander took a calming breath, thankful for Thomas’ arm around him.

There was a voice coming from the direction of the house before any more questions could be asked. “Alright. Stop all your yammering and come inside. It’s getting late.” Alexander looked to the voice, seeing Peter Jefferson looking annoyed, Randolph already gone. He felt Thomas let go to grab their things, Alexander following to help.

Everyone but Peter went inside, and when they went to walk inside, Alexander watched Peter grab Thomas’ wrist. Almost by instinct, he stopped next to him, turning to the two. “Go inside. This doesn’t concern you.” Peter looked at him like he wanted to strangle him, and Alexander gave him the smile. The smile he gave people that screamed defiance.

“I’m sure it does, sir. I mean even if I’m not here I’m sure I’ll find out what was said anyways.” Thomas gave him a concerned look, and Alexander returned it with a shake of his head, mouthing ‘it’s alright.’.

Peter scowled, and it only made Alexander grin. “I will only repeat myself this once, Hamilton. Go. Inside.” Alexander crossed his arms, which was a little difficult to do with his duffel bag on his arm.

“And neither will I. I’m not going anywhere, and if you recall the last time you tried making me do something, It did not end very well for you. I recall George calling you out for putting your hands on me, and Lafayette cussing you out in French.” Alexander heard Thomas snort, and it calmed Alexander’s anger down a bit. “I recall the words, “The next time you put your hands on either of my boys, I won’t hesitate to reveal your affair.” The Hemings one I assume?”

The look on Peter’s face was almost humorous. Alexander knew he’d lose much more than his perfect little family. It would affect his entire business. When Alexander turned to Thomas, he realised what he had just said. Alexander had only known of it because he overheard a conversation between George and Martha, Martha asking him if he’s really do it to the poor Hemmings girl and her children.

He felt begun to feel bad. He knew it was one of the things that would hurt Thomas if he knew the full depth of it. He hadn’t mentioned the children though. He was still slightly in the clear. “Forget it.” Peter looked at him in disgust and Thomas seemed confused. Alexander nodded and turned to follow Thomas inside.

»»————- ————-««

Once they were settled in the room, just relaxing on the bed, Thomas decided to bring what Alexander had mention up. “What did you mean earlier? You mentioned an affair…”

Thomas saw Alexander tense up while he was typing furiously on his laptop, slowing down. After a moment of silence, Thomas closed the laptop and set it on the nightstand. Alexander closed his eyes, and Thomas pulled him close. “Please…”

Alexander took a breath before speaking. “The first time we met. It was the day after I moved in with the Washingtons. The dinner. He had heard John and I making gay jokes in the living room, and came in and called us fags, telling John it wasn’t long before his parents disowned him. When I came here, John was the only person who I really trusted. I had gotten up and started defending John.

He was telling me to back out of it, and when he pulled on my hair, yelling how I was more like a girl anyways. George walked in on it, John with his face red from where he had been slapped and your father with his hand still pulling on my hair.” Alexander paused, and Thomas noticed he was crying. Thomas pulled Alexander closer to his chest, kissing the top of his head.

“George had apparently found out about his affair with a girl. Most of what I know is from what I overheard, but I do know there was a girl. Her name is Sally Hemings. She- there was two kids. I don’t know their names, but she had two children over the course of the affair. She was single, so there was- they were-” Alexander choked up, and Thomas just continues to hold him. SO he had two unknown siblings. That wasn’t what he had been expecting to find out.

“It’s alright. If anything, he deserves the shit. It’s good someone can tame him that quickly.” Thomas kissed Alexander’s forehead. “Not even my mother can get him to submit like that.”

It confused him when Alexander shook his head. “That’s not even what hurts about the thing though. He was right. I look like a fucking girl with my hair so long, and I shouldn't. I should look like a fucking guy. I shouldn't like to wear fucking dresses when I’m out with Peggy.” Thomas felt his heartache when he heard it. His father was so wrong, but he understood. Peter Jefferson had a way of making the stupidest of statements seem true.

“That’s so wrong Alex. Oh my god that’s so fat from the truth. You look beautiful with your hair long. I had no clue you wore dresses,” Alexander blushed when he mentioned it. “But it doesn’t matter. If fucking Peggy approves of an outfit, you know it looks amazing.” Thomas kissed Alexander’s nose. “I don’t fucking care if you wear a dress. I don't care if you look like a damn girl. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.”

Alexander pulled him into a kiss, Thomas moving a hand to run it through Alexander’s hair. He grabbed a chunk of it at the base of Alexander’s throat, gently tugging on it. The small moan Alexander let out made Thomas smile. Taking Alexander’s bottom lip between his teeth he gently pulled on it before moving down, kissing along Alexander’s jawline, relishing in it every time Alexander would gasp, or dig his nails into Thomas’ back.

Thomas eventually pulled away, feeling bad at the small whimper Alexander let out. “Not while my sister is literally a room over Alexander.” With a small huff, Alexander nodded and got up to go change, coming out of the bathroom a few minutes later in one of Thomas’ shirts. The short immigrant came and plopped on the bed next to the Virginian, wrapping his arms around Thomas.

They stayed like that, holding each other until they ended up laying down, still wrapped around each other. It was silent, save their breathing. Alexander was the first one to speak. “You know what would piss your dad off more than almost anything?”

“Hm?” Thomas looked at Alexander, who was grinning. Looking at Alexander he thought about their future together. Whenever he thought about it he would usually get anxious, but somehow, with Alexander curled up next to him, giving him a smile that made him melt every time, he knew he couldn’t bear to lose him.

“If I were to wear a dress tomorrow. It would the hell out of him. Even more than my pure existence at the moment.” Whatever fear Alexander had seemed to have earlier had seemingly washed away.

“It’s up to you. Do you even have one? I mean, I’m sure Lucy or Mary would lend you one if not. They like playing the “who can piss dad off the most” game.”

Alexander muttered something, and when Thomas gave him a confused look, Alexander spoke up. “I mean I do have one Peggy convinced me to bring…” His face was turning a shade of red while he spoke. Thomas grinned and pecked Alexander’s cheek, sitting up.

“Lemme see. You up for showing me?” Alexander nodded and got up, just grabbing one of his bags and going into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Alexander was emerging from the bathroom in a ivory and red dress. It had an ivory lace top that was sleeveless, a blood red collar and skirt that went to about mid-thigh. Alexander had shaved his legs and was blushing furiously. Thomas gave him a smile and felt his own face heating up.

“You look fucking amazing,” Thomas said, and that seemed all the prompting Alexander needed before walking over to him and pulling the Virginian into a kiss. Thomas wrapped his arms around Alexander, who had gotten up on the bed to straddle Thomas. The kiss was gentle, and when Thomas pulled away Alexander was grinning. “Everyone else is going to die when they see Peter’s face tomorrow.”

Alexander chuckled. “They better. I didn't fucking shave for nothing. Although I may or may not have stockings and flats that go with it.” Alexander was giving him a mischievous smile.

“Okay, now I have to see the full outfit.” Alexander nodded and slid off of him, making a show of bending down to get the flats and stockings that made Thomas blush. When Alexander leaned up, he slid the stockings on, then the flats. The stockings stopped just below his knee and were the same ivory as the top of his dress.

“Ya know it would probably look nicer if my hair wasn’t a rat’s nest.” Alexander crossed his arms, blushing.

“Your hair looks just fine dear.” Alexander sighed and started walking over, only to pause when there was a knock on the door. Alexander stopped and looked at Thomas, who pointed to the bathroom. Alexander hurried inside and shut the door, and Thomas slipped on a shirt before opening the door to reveal his Mary, grinning.

“Lucy and I are going to the bar, you and Alexander wanna come?” She leaned in his room, and Thomas let out a small sigh.

“Depends which one. If it’s the one by the mall no, if it’s any of the other ones, let me go see.” Thomas glanced over to the bathroom then to his sister, who he promptly pulled inside the room and closed the door. Before Mary could speak he went over to the bathroom and poked his head inside to see Alexander sitting on the counter, swinging his legs. “It’s just Mary. She says her and Lucy plan on going to the bar. You wanna come out?”

Alexander gave him a small smile. “Sure. Why not.” Thomas watched as the small immigrant hopped off the counter, opening the door more so he could slip out. The look on Mary’s face when she saw Alexander, still in the dress made Thomas smile.

Mary was smiling even more, and she ran over to give Alexander a hug. “Oh my god! You look so beautiful! No choice now. You two are coming. And no, Thomas we’re not going to the one by the mall.”

Alexander seemed to relax at Mary’s reaction and when they pulled apart, Thomas spoke up. “Good.” When Alexander gave him a look of confusion Thomas replied with, “It’s the one we went to the other day with everyone.” Alexander nodded and went over to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

“Well, if we’re going somewhere and I don’t get a choice, someone is doing my hair. I’m sure as hell not.”

Thomas and Mary laughed, and Thomas tossing Alexander’s brush to Mary. “While I get ready, you’re on hair duty.”

»»————- ————-««

The next morning Alexander had almost no memory of the night before. His head was pounding, and he was grateful when he felt Thomas shift behind him, pulling him closer. It was dark in the room, the curtains pulled shut and the lights off.

The bliss lasted all of five minutes before his phone started ringing loudly on the night table, not only making him groan in pain from his migraine, but Thomas waking up as well. Alexander checked who it was, denying the call when he saw it was just Lafayette. While he was at it, Alexander checked the time, groaning again when he saw it was already eight.

“What time is it?” Thomas mumbled, Alexander, feeling Thomas move his head to rest on his shoulder.

“About eight.” Alexander set his phone down and turned to face Thomas, pecking his lips.

“Shit. I give it under an hour for someone to come yell at us breakfast is ready.”

“But I don’t wanna move.”

“Tough. Now get up and get ready for the day.” Thomas kissed him, Alexander surprised at how something so simple could make him melt. Alexander pulled away and looked at Thomas’ face, deciding in that moment that he never wants to leave this man’s side.

[theguardicns-blog]

⌈ calum hood / male [he/him] ⌋ ━━ look its CHRISTOPHER HALE.. you know, the ( original ) character from stranger things! in our world they’re KEANU AKINA, a twenty one year old bisexual working as a college student. they have a rep for being welcoming & insecure ; we all agree [ christopher robin by good luck finding iris ] should play when they walk in. they ( have ) regained ( all ) of their real memories.

CHRISTOPHER HALE ;; THE GOLDEN BOY

christopher hale had lived in hawkins, indiana for as long as he could remember. it was him, his mom, dad, and older sister. his parents had been best friends in high school, but alas, his father’s heart had been stolen away by another. it wasn’t until years later, after his first wife had died and left him a single parent, that christopher’s mother and father got together. she was his shoulder to cry on, and after a few months, their friendship turned into something more. they moved into a nice house, in a nice neighborhood, with nice neighbors -- the wheelers. that’s where the story truly begins.

growing up, chris had been that kid. the king of the playground. everyone in elementary school wanted him to be their friend ( if only because he had such cool new toys in his backpack ) and yet, all he wanted was to be friends with michaela wheeler and willamina byers. he’d known mike for quite a while, having been her neighbor, but will was someone he didn’t quite recognize. it was midway through kindergarten when he finally approached them by the swing-set, asking if he could be their friend. they had said yes, and from that point on, a group had formed. 

his title in the group is ‘the guardian’. that’s what he is to them -- a protector, of sorts. he’s never afraid to stand up to the bullies, never afraid to get a little roughed up for his friends. they’re his friends, and he’d do anything for them. he absolutely sucks at d&d but plays anyways because it’s fun. doesn’t understand science for shit, but loves to listen to mike and dustin constantly discussing different scientific methods. he is, however, pretty good with technology. definitely loves being in hawkins middle school av club. he thinks that erica sinclair is the funniest human being on the planet, and always laughs when she sasses lucas and the rest of his party. 

he hadn’t been at mike’s house the night will went missing. he was home sick with a sore throat, but damn the consequences of it all when he found out will hadn’t gotten home safely that night. he’d marched right out of that house with a bag of cough drops and helped his friends search. he probably internally got whiny when it started raining but wouldn’t dare complain out loud because ?? finding will is so much more important than his stupid sore throat. and then they came across the bald girl in the yellow shirt, and christopher hale’s whole life turned...upside down.

almost immediately, chris felt attached to the girl. wanted to make sure she was okay, and that she had a blanket and something to eat. however, she wasn’t will. he missed will, and something about this new girl ( ‘eleven’ as she’d been branded ) screamed ‘strange’. and strange, she was. she was like a real life superhero. 

ok, fast forward through all the events of season one, he was definitely there the entire time, helping with everything. cried like a baby when el disappeared, had nightmares about the demogorgon every single night for nearly a year. he was very, very afraid of the government coming after him and his family, so he kept a lot of it quiet ?? unless he was talking to his friends of course.

CHRISTOPHER SUPPORTED MAX BEING IN THE PARTY !! thanks for coming to my ted talk !! no, but seriously, he thought max was pretty freakin’ awesome. didn’t have a crush on her or anything like that, but definitely wanted to be her friend. he’s just nice to everyone okay :( 

he was always lingering around will. always wanted to make sure she was okay, etc. definitely freaked out when he noticed her not acting like herself anymore, but he just thought it was the side effects of having been in the upside down. never ever would have guessed that she was basically a puppet for the mind flayer.

now we’re gonna fast forward through all of season two. he was hecka involved in all of that as well, and is very glad that it’s seemingly almost over. but then the curse hit, and now he’s...

KEANU AKINA ;; THE QUIET ONE

i’m gonna bullet this

he’s a GOOD BOY. will always be a good boy.

he was placed into the akina family as an eleven year old, where he lived with single mom kelani and a great dane named maggie.

made decent grades throughout middle school and high school

is currently majoring in sports medicine because he wants to be a physical therapist

he’s awake !! remembers every single detail about everything and it really, really freaked him out at first but now he’s gotten used to it.

very much believes that somehow, hawkins lab is behind all of this. doesn’t know how or why, but he just has this gut feeling.

he’s probably wrong.

his favorite color is lavender

likes to wear grey sweatpants and white t-shirts

but also likes to wear ripped jeans and black t-shirts

he spins a wheel every morning to pick his outfit, obviously.

that was a joke

he’s very !! shy !!

likes to keep to himself

very subtly funny

when he’s around all his friends again he’ll be more like himself

though tbh he was a pretty quiet boy back in hawkins too

not as quiet as he is here, but still quiet enough for a middle school aged boy in the 80s

soft as heck.

very lovable

has the laugh of an angel

also very self deprecating

makes jokes at his own expense just for the hell of it

HE’S GONNA BE SAD WHEN HE SITS DOWN TO WATCH STRANGER THINGS AND REALIZES HE’S NOT IN THE TV SHOW

“well fuck me i guess ??”

thats all for now folks hit me up if you want to plot !!

[meshugana1]

How about a bitchy teen girl embarrassed by her dorky uncool mom until she turns into her mom's even dorkier older sister, a curvaceous middle aged auntie!

   Barbara excitedly looked through the selection of clothing at the thrift store in the shopping center while her daughter just crossed her arms and did her best to imagine she was at her friend’s party instead of being forced to spend time with her lame mother. Amy’s mother always made unintentionally humiliating her daughter a simple task and exercised the skill at every opportunity since Amy did not have any mode of transportation of her own and relied on her mother to go anywhere enjoyable in the small town she was forced to live in since her father had abandoned them. Amy was convinced he did so because of her mother’s constant obliviousness and awkward behavior, it was enough to make her want to leave at least.

   Barbara was in a state due to the ten percent off sale the thrift store almost always had going and she insisted on looking at every individual item she liked, even its duplicates, in case the stitching looked better on one or a button was off on another and of course stopped everything if she found something that looked ‘cute’ on her daughter. “Oh, how about this one baby? It’s got that super cute guy on the front you like,” Barbara said. Amy looked at the shirt and it was a plain white piece of cloth that had the face of Justin Bieber on it from at least ten years ago plastered over the entire front framed in the words “Bieber fever”.“Are you freakin’ kidding me? Justing Bieber, Babs? That’s just pathetic, nobody likes that loser anymore. Would it kill you to read a magazine from this century?” Amy said.“Sorry, I just thought you’d like it.”“Well, I don’t so please don’t keep bringing it up,” Amy said in a huff and walked off. Barbara didn’t understand her daughter at all which was quite ironic to her considering she was almost exactly like her daughter was at that age, they even shared many of their looks such as the chestnut hair and their short heights. Amy was not lucky enough to inherit the curves from her side of the family but she was very beautiful nonetheless. As usual, Barbara thought that was the route of their problems and she was mostly right but talking to a teenager was nigh impossible so she simply allowed the girl’s rebellious nature to run its course.

   She caught up with her daughter after she completed the large purchase she had in mind along with a few selections for Amy she knew she would grow to like or at least thought was sensible, her daughter was sitting on the bench that ran along the wishing fountain at the center of the mall. She thought fondly of all the times they would make wishes together. “Hi sweetie,” Barbara said much louder than was either polite or necessary, “I finished up at that store and I even got a few things for you! And you’ll never believe it but they had a matching outfit set on sale and I just had to get it for us. It’s this super cute leopard print stuff I just know your gonna love it!” Amy sat there grinding her teeth and doing her best to will herself out of existence. Barbara set the bags down and sat next to her daughter, wrapping her arm around her shoulder only to have Amy shrug it off.

   “Hey sweetie, how about we make a wish at the fountain like we always used to, I’ve got two pennies right here. Remember? I think I’m gonna wish that you and I could be best friends forever. I remember that time you wished for a teddy bear and I just thought it was so cute and we went to the toy store right after and got you one and you were so excited that you tinkled in the store and—”“Oh my god shut up!” Amy shouted loud enough for the whole mall to hear, “I cannot freaking believe you are so lame! How do people turn out like you?” She snatched the pennies from her mother’s shocked hand, “You know what I wish for mom? I wish I wasn’t your kid!” She threw the pennies with as much malice as she could muster and they caught on a lip of concrete. Amy sighed in frustration and stormed off, her mother followed shortly after. Nobody nearby paid any attention to the pennies after she threw them but a warm breeze from outside had drifted in and brushed past an old man on a walker, blew the hair out of a little girl’s eyes and struck the pennies and cast them into the water below. They struck the water at exactly the same time and formed a single ripple that made contact all around the rim of the fountain before it faded away.

   Amy never was good at restraining her emotions and briskly walked to her usual hiding place when she was angry, the bathroom. She entered the single disabled bathroom and locked the door. She couldn’t explain why but she just felt so angry at her mother even though she didn’t hate her. She grabbed the sink and stared at her self in the mirror, her body was hot and she could feel a headache coming on. She winched and held her forehead, closed her eyes and did her best to calm down. The heat in her face and the rest of her body refused to die down though and she just rode it out, she must’ve been really agitated because she could feel her clothes getting tighter and she didn’t feel like she was flexing or anything.

   Her headache was starting to ease and she opened her eyes to see herself in the mirror looking very much different. Her chin looked just a little straighter than it had this morning and her eyes had actually changed color from their usual green to a hazel color like her mothers. One of the few flaws she hated about her face was the slightly crooked nose she got from her father but now it looked like a cute button, it was odd but she thought it looked a lot like her great grandmother’s nose. She was almost too absorbed in her face to notice her bra pinching into her skin but the pain drew her eyes there and she saw her meager breast flesh begin to grow and spill around the sides of her bra and she frantically tried to remove it but the tension was too great, thankfully the problem solved itself a moment later and she watched her bra snap off and fly into the wall. Her breasts continued to grow and became much more than a handful before they stopped. She starred in amazement at the whoppers she new had on her that had to have been even larger than her mothers.

   She felt a similar pressure in her ass and thanked god she had decided to wear a loose skirt today as she watched the hem slowly crawl up from the added mass of her ass and thighs and stop just a few inches below her new cheeks. She looked down at herself and was flabbergasted by what had just happened. She looked up into the mirror again and saw her face had changed once more but not as drastically, she now looked more elegant and mature. She had felt like she’d seen this face before and then she remembered that she now looked like her great-grandmother did in her late twenties. She was always jealous of her sister getting all the T&A in the family but now she finally had her own! She paused at that, did she think sister? That was weird, she didn’t have any siblings but that fact was slowly losing its hold as her altered reality started to take root.

   She remembered becoming a sophomore last year, but she also remembered getting a new job last year as a secretary. She could remember going to see The Force Awakens with her friends a few years ago but she also remembered seeing Star Wars with her mom and dad in the theater, no her grandparents. She remembered losing her virginity to Johny Whaler in 1987 but she hadn’t even been born yet. The two realities were fighting for ground and her headache was growing worse until the new memories started to overtake her. She stumbled backward and tripped, falling on her fat ass but the weight of this change was too much and she fainted.

    Amy woke alone in the bathroom, confused and feeling a little worn out for some reason. She couldn’t quite remember what she was doing here but then her little sister Barbara entered the room, her arms were laden with bags and without a word the two embraced in a warm hug. “Hey, big sis! You’ll never believe what I found for you at the thrift store!” Before she could say anything Babs pulled out a white T-shirt that was emblazoned with Justin Bieber’s face and was encircled by the phrase ‘Bieber Fever’ repeating endlessly. Amy loved it immediately and was so excited she began hopping in place causing her huge breasts to jiggle wildly. “Oh my god I love it! He’s so cute! I’m gonna put it on right now!” She snatched away the shirt and stripped the top of herself naked, she struggled to get the small shirt over her large chest but determination won out and she managed to squeeze herself into it.

   The shirt was far too small and it rode high on the forty-five-year-olds chest exposing almost all of her midriff and squashing her breasts together. “Mmmm, this might get a few boys’s attention,” you say holding your hand up and mimicking a scratching motion accompanied by a growl. “Geez big sis, you’d think you’d’ve heard of modesty by now,” Barbara said playfully. “What? Not all of us have a man at home or our own bun in the oven mind you,” Amy said poking her pregnant little sis in her tummy. “Well with that on it’s not gonna take you long, haha!” The two sisters walked out like that, laughing together. Amy spent most of the day checking out the cute younger guys and helping her sister pick out cute maternity clothes. She couldn’t wait to be an auntie for her niece. Babs even said she was gonna name her Amy, how cute is that?

The end. Hope Y’all like it!

[dear-chaton]

1-100 bb

BAbe lol why it’s fine but oh dear lord who’s ready to another long af ask?

Bc I just answered some of these I will link to the first part here^^

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More milk than cereal bc I don’t care if it get soggy

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Lots of cream, milk and sugar.

6: do you keep plants? Nope

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Writing I guess? I didn’t pick up drawing or painting till late last year

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? Always, singing to myself as I fill this out right now haha

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Side but curled up nearly in fetal position bc I’m lanky as hell

12: what’s your favorite planet? Mercury?

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Either really pastel or grungey

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! In space metal sticks together ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? Lasagna

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. I like to point out friends spelling mistakes on discord and pin them so that everyone sees bc I’m slightly dyslexic so it’s funny when I do catch mistakes

20: what’s your favorite eye color? I love green and blue eyes

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. There’s many of those lol

22: are you a morning person? Nope

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? No, I don’t like to have one single person that knows every single little thing about me, I have multiple people that know many things that I trust to them but often those things rarely overlap

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? No where?

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? It’s a tie between my pug shoes or my cat shoes bc they have memory foam soles since I work on my feet all day I wanna have some comfort on my off days

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? Just plain regular bubblegum

28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?  Oh yeah plenty of times

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. It was after a friends party last year and we just sat in her living room comparing the average guys dick size for some reason 😂

33: what’s your fave pastry? Croissants

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? It’s a really big bunny rabbit, I don’t think I ever named it to be fair and yeah I keep it on my bed nearly all the time and it’s something I use to comfort me if I’m sad and wipe away the tears if I cry :’)

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? Yes lol but I more so collect them than use them

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? Either skillet or Pentatonix

38: tell us about your pet peeves! Hate when people cut me off when I’m saying something, I barely talk so when I do I’m a little miffed if I don’t quite get to finish my train of thought, I also hate when people chew loudly in a quiet setting like please no save me

39: what color do you wear the most? A navy blue or a jade green

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? I guess the most important to me is my purity ring and I’ve had that thing since I was 13 so nearly 8 years I’ve been wearing it and yeah

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! It’s kind of quiet and quaint but it’s fabulous to have study groups there and sit there for hours I feel bad for the people that deal with us but it’s so nice

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Being in the back of my boyfriends car, cuddling him

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Ha nope

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. What’s the favourite movie for cats to watch? The Sound of Mewsic (you can pry cat puns out of my cold dead hands)

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Heights and yes still hate it

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I love cds and the last one I bought I can’t actually remember it’s kind of been a while^^

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? Bears from each state

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Misbehaving by Pentatonix or The Only Exception by Paramore

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? That despicable me meme bc I love those movies okay

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My friend Stirling who just had to put his dog down :(

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? Screeched and lunged for my phone I guess erm

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Just the small things you don’t think of when you think of a particular person like someone will bring a blanket to our group between breaks and we’ll all huddle underneath it or someone will push two couches together so people can cuddle and/or spoon and be cute like stop being so freaking cute sometimes okay,

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? It’s interesting I’ll say that

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? I am bc I’m the oldest of my friends and therefore the only one who’s roughly allowed to drink but no seriously my role on two discord servers is a toss up between Wine Aunt or Wine Goddess like I don’t make this shit up

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? Have never really liked poetry so uh

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Orange juice

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? On my bookshelf there’s all my favorites out on display but the rest are kind just shoved into boxes

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? It’s dark out bc it’s nearly midnight 

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? My best friend even though I haven’t been the greatest friend and not talked with her in a while >.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Soft with white and light blue flowers I guess?

68: what’s winter like where you live? Hot and humid most of the year with a week or two of what the fuck Florida

69: what are your favorite board games? Checkers

70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? Most definitely

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Always ready to fight

75: tell us about your pets! I had a puppy that I had to give away over the summer, she wasn’t really a puppy she was a little on the older side but I really loved her and miss her a lot

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? Studying but my classes are pretty easy

77: pink or yellow lemonade? Neither

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I don’t mind them but since my nephew likes them I tolerate them

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? One wall is just a hot pink bc that was the color of my sheets at some point but I’m gonna paint it to a pastel mint hopefully soon

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. Like an iceberg, so cold it pierced my soul (idk either man)

82: are/were you good in school? Pffffffft that’s hilarious

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? I wanna get one tattoo is it’s simply ❝&❞ and on my left inner wrist

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? No not really, haha

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Homeward Bound bc that is my shit okay

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. I don’t like cities so um yeah

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Er maybe to the city to go to a con but otherwise not planning to travel much

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Drowns it with cheese, after taking a lactaid pill of course

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? It’s almost always with a headband of sorts

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My friend Mags

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Going on a date and going boating with my family

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I always procrastinate them lol my computer must hate me

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? It was 6? Years ago and I didn’t have the right shoes and slipped on some mud and fell

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. I have a YouTube playlist for that shit lol there’s like 100 songs i listen to on repeat

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Future bc hell if I’m about to relive my past again no thanks fam I’m good

Really Fucking Cute Questions

[theclassrp]

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IN-CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character desired: Liam Campbell Age: 29 Sexual and Romantic orientation: Greysexual, panromantic Ships: Liam/Chemistry Anti-Ships: Liam/ No Chemistry

Character biography/history:  

Liam Campbell was born and raised in Scotland. He’s the youngest of three children, and has had a passion for sciences from a very young age. He has one older sister, and one older brother. They all have different interests, so Liam never really got to be very close to them.

Being the baby of the family, he’s a big momma’s boy and was rather spoiled by his mum growing up, which his older brother claims is the reasoning behind him being so socially awkward around people his own age. Despite not being very close to his brother however, and growing up being teased by him for being spoiled by their mum, his older brother got into a few fights at school when he was sticking up for Liam. Neither of them talk about it though, and when their mum would ask what happened, they’d both stick together about some lie they made up. It was some of the few times their mom actually saw them sticking together.

He moved to England for Uni and wanted to get a degree to do big important things, but throughout his time there, he discovered he had a passion for teaching when he took up a job tutoring young kids in the local community.  Teaching isn’t exactly the ‘big important things’ he had in mind, but he realized how important it really is, so maybe he’s still doing what he dreamed.  

During his last year of Uni, he became a teacher’s aide at Coal Hill. He’d heard that Coal Hill was a prestigious school and was honored to work there. The same year he graduated from Uni, he landed a job there.  

The first few years there, it was a great job. He was able to stick to himself as much as he wanted and the school was almost everything that he imagined it to be. It was his fourth year there that things started getting weird. There’s a lot of rumours flying around trying to explain the weird stuff at Coal Hill, but Liam is pretty sure it’s all down to budget cuts.  

He may blame it all on budget cuts, but deep down he knows things are happening around the school and it sort of terrifies him. He loves Sci-Fi. He’s not so sure he wants to actually live it.

Personality: Liam was always a bit of a nerd, (or geek depending on who you ask). He loves Sci Fi, Star Wars and Star Trek being a couple of his favorite things to watch. He has a Scottish temper, and can sometimes get pretty grouchy over the littlest things. He’s always been a socially awkward person, but since being at Coal Hill, he’s started to grow out of that, and more into himself. Socializing still isn’t his favorite thing to do, but he’s definitely a lot better at it than he was while he was a student. He has a tenency to get pretty dramatic about things, especially when he’s over compensating for something. For example, blaming everything on budget cuts at the school, or freaking out because someone started bleeding during one of the class experiments. Character traits: positive: caring, intelligent, passionate                          negative: dramatic, impatient, socially awkward Connections:   Evie Smith: The two met through Evie’s child, and was admittedly quite taken by her, though he had to roll his eyes over the fact that her last name was Smith of all things. To tell her apart from the rest of the Smith’s he knows, he has her in his phone as ‘Pretty Smith’, though he’d deny it if she ever saw the name in his phone.   John Smith (Metacrisis): The two have neighboring classrooms, so the two bump into each other often. More than Liam likes on most days. Not that he doesn’t like the Maths teacher. He does seem brilliant, and passionate – he’s just not sure if he’s always passionate about teaching.   Donna Noble: Liam finds Donna Noble to be one of the most normal adults at Coal Hill, and enjoys stopping in the office to chat with her from time to time – Usually to gossip about the strange things happening around the school.

ORIGINAL CHARACTER INFORMATION

Face claim: Iain De Caestecker (number one choice) – 2– Brett Dalton 3 – Luke Mitchell (Idk I didn’t really have other FC’s in mind tbh???) Pronouns and Gender: he/him Species: human

PARAGRAPH SAMPLE

“Okay, don’t forget your homework and remember to read the next chapter in your textbook. There will be a quiz over the content of it.” Liam announced, just as the bell rang for the next class – the sound of their grumbling not going beyond his notice. He finished wiping the board clean for his next class and nearly dropped the eraser when he heard a loud bang just outside his class room window.  

“Oh, bloody Hell,” He grumbled, setting the eraser down and moving to open the window so he could look out into the courtyard. Nothing.  

“Hello?” He called out, looking back and forth for the source of the noise before deciding that it might have been something in the air vents popping. He wouldn’t have been surprised with all of the bloody budget cuts the school seemed to be making. He needed to remember to write a letter over his concerns…  He was worried about his salary, but more importantly, he was starting to worry about the safety of the students.

IN-CHARACTER QUESTIONS

What are your character’s last three texts sent? And to whom? [text to Mum] The job’s going fine, mum. Don’t you worry. The kids love me, even! [text to Teaching Smith] Does your class have to be so loud? What are you evendoing over there? It’s /Maths/. [text to Mum] Thank you for the Haggis Crisps by the way! Got them in the mail yesterday. The bag didn’t make it long enough to see today.

What would be your character’s last three social media posts?   @mrcampbellch Twitter feels like the social media of Coal Hill. Even the Social Media has budget cuts.   @mrcampbellch I’m not afraid to admit that the movie Sing looks really good. If only I had time to see it. @mrcambellch I thought this was supposed to make me feel more connected to the students. I’m not even that old, and I feel so out of touch. What is fleek?

What are the very first three things your character does when they get up in the morning?

Liam hits the snooze button a lot too, waiting to get up until the last possible second. Sometimes he shaves, sometimes he goes without depending on the day. Brushes his teeth and puts on the outfit he’d decided on the night before. Food is kind of important to him, so does make sure he wakes up in time to have a hearty breakfast, of usually pancakes or egg sandwiches. If he doesn’t wake up in time, he’ll pick up something from a fast food place or deli on the way to work.