#i’m house sitting and realizing that i am 100% NOT a dog person

[hanlimz]

i’m sorry for going mia everyone (moots, followers, non followers who see my cracked out ramblings on their tls by sheer chance). i’ve become a servant to capitalism (read: i started my job n have less time to write)

the hee fic is at almost 6k and heeseung has not appeared once 💀

but i do have a hee drabble that i’m hoping to get out before i move back to start college 💔

[seemasubash]

Though my feet may make me roam, my heart will always bring me home.

Most of you don’t know this but I’ve been away in the States since Jan 23 of this year. Losing Chelsea sent me over the edge and short of literally losing my mind, something had to give. I needed to be rescued.

And rescued I was, by one of the best people I have ever been blessed to have in my life. She put me on a flight and whisked me away to Philadelphia. Vishal, knowing that being on the farm alone with our almost 100 rescues was going to be a struggle, encouraged me to go and sent me off with love and hope that I would find my fire and return rested and resolute in my commitment to accomplish the goals I had set for myself years ago.

I spent the first week in Philly sleeping and eating. I was drained in every way imaginable. Then I started to miss home and most of all Chelsea. I would cry myself to sleep almost every night. Ironically, it got worse as I began to rest up. I would talk to Vishal every day and while part of me was in desperate need of a time-out the other part of me felt like I should have just stayed behind so he wouldn’t have to go through so much struggle and difficulty alone.

But deep down both of us knew that this was happening for a reason and even if we didn’t know why at the time, we had faith that God knew what He was doing.

After a month I decided to visit an old friend in Rhode Island, Dan Kesler. Dan and my ex-husband had worked together almost 20 years ago and we met on one of Dan’s trips to KL. We stayed in touch over the years through Facebook and a glance through Amtrak’s website found me on a 6-hour train ride to Rhode Island. When I got there, I met Diane, Dan’s better half. Little did we know then that both of us needed a change and a friend in our lives.

I went back and forth for the first two months between Philly and RI but found that my heart was very much at home with Diane and her family. But I started to get restless. I found myself asking God every day, ‘Why am I here? What should I do? Where am I going? Am I wasting time here when I should be home with Vishal?

Then I realized, ‘I need to make some money while I’m here so I can go back and exchange it for more money!’ And that’s what I did.

The last few months I did pet-sitting jobs, gardening jobs, yard cleaning jobs, any job that I could find. I cleaned houses, took care of people and their homes and their kids and their dogs. I saved every dollar I could find, and when I was in RI with Diane, she made sure I didn’t spend any money, offering to take care of my needs so I could save instead. I put all my earnings in my Bible and stayed focused on keeping in touch with our donors so Vishal would have enough funds to take care of himself and the dogs on the farm while still rescuing wounded and hurt strays when he was called on.

I worked so hard and saved enough to pay off our car. After seven years of not having our own wheels, we are finally proud owners of our Myvi, Zippy.

While I was busy earning, Vishal kept himself busy by taking care of business back home. He began to clear his personal backlog of things-to-do one by one. We would talk almost everyday about how we were not going to throw the last seven years of struggle away but that we weren’t going to reunite either under the same circumstances we parted from. That kept us both focused and committed to our own individual goals.

Over these past few months, we have both grown and accomplished so much, albeit separately. We did our best to support and encourage each other and to keep our promise to create the future we wanted.

Despite the new and busy life I was having in RI, my heart still yearned for my pack back home. I would ask Vishal everyday to put my call on video so I could see them. They were growing so fast, puppies into dogs, anti-social personalities into pack members, sick dogs to healthy dogs. Being around dogs in RI and observing the way they are taken care of by their humans was bittersweet, in while it was extremely heartwarming it also made me realise that back home we still have such a long way to go when it comes to the treatment of our canine companions.

Having witnessed such an appreciation for their pets made me realise that back home we are still a long way from giving dogs the respect they deserve. Despite the possibility of starting fresh somewhere new, deep down inside I knew I had to come home. I had unfinished business.

After flying for two days I landed back in KLIA where Vishal picked me up. We drove right back to Ipoh. I couldn’t wait to see the pack! I wondered…how were they going to react to not seeing me for six months???

Words cannot possibly describe coming home. The dogs ran to me and jumped all over me like I had never left. Their energy was definitely higher and some of the closer ones to me gave out high-pitched whining as if to express that they couldn’t believe I was there. It was so amazing the energy that enveloped me.

Dogs. Whether it’s 6 minutes or six months, they remember you like they just saw you yesterday.

What I came home to was nothing short of amazing. The dogs were fat and healthy. A bunch of them who had awful skin rashes when I left now had rich and thick coats. The farm was clean and there was a new pool. All the dogs looked happy. I felt so much love. It blew me away.

I don’t know how Vishal did it all by himself for 6 months. If it were me I would have gone mad! But he soldiered on one day at a time. Not once in the time I was away did he say anything like, “You need to come home”, or “Why are you still there?”

All he said was, “Do what you need to do and come home when you’re ready.”

I am blessed in ways I will never be able to measure.

Truth time - coming home was hard! I forgot the amount of time and energy it took to care for these rascals. We aren’t spring-chickens anymore and we’re starting to feel it! But this is a journey we can’t jump ship, and so we keep on moving, one foot infront of the other, one day at a time, together.

We have had to make a decision we aren’t too happy about, and that is to halt taking in any more dogs, unless it’s a dire situation. We are always hoping for more donors and sponsors to come onboard, and in the next few months I’m going to focus on trying to get every one of our pack sponsored. We hope you will consider sponsoring one of our kids so we can continue rescuing animals in need.

For now, I’m going to enjoy the company of my pack with Vishal on our farm away from the world. The universe has given us everything we need and more and continues to inspire us to live our lives with passion and love.

In the end, the only question you really need to answer is, where does your joy live? For me, it’s with my dogs.

[reminiscingtonight]

I saw that @vancityfire13 did headcanons for Wanda and reader having more kids after Tommy and billy do you agree??? How would you picture it? Of course I am the same año. I am obsessed with this idea I understand if you don’t feel like answering as well, I love you and I’m sorry

Ooo yes, I saw her write something about this a couple days ago.

I feel like for the most part, yes, Wanda would definitely want to have more kids after Tommy and Billy.

Knowing Wanda's past and how much she's lost, I feel like Wanda would definitely want to have a big family just so she could try her hand at giving her kids the "perfect" suburban life that she never got to live.

But of course, when the topic is first brought up, Wanda would worry about taking attention away from Tommy and Billy. She would be concerned that the twins wouldn't take the news of an addition to the family well. (She wouldn't tell you, but you would also know that part of her hesitance had to do with personal concerns that she wasn't a good mother. That, of course, was a big lie and you made a powerpoint just to show her how amazing of a mother she was)

You would try adopting a dog first to get the boys used to the idea of having a new addition to the family (I'm not saying that children and dogs are the same thing, but they do behave very similarly). Tommy and Billy, of course, were ecstatic about the dog. Although they would fight each other just to see who could take him out for walks, their fights were usually over seeing who could do the more responsible tasks. For a couple of 8 year olds, they were quite mature.

After seeing the success and how caring the two boys were to the dog, Wanda finally let go of her fears and happily told you all of her dreams about having a big family.

I can totally imagine Billy and Tommy being the most protective older brothers ever when you guys break the news to them about Wanda being pregnant. They would be rushing around the house, constantly asking Wanda how she's feeling, constantly inquiring about the wellbeing of their unborn sibling, constantly doing house-chores just so Wanda could spend more time resting.

And then once the baby was born (a baby girl this time, because we gotta balance it out somehow), they'd still be really protective --- like they would be totally fine spending a whole afternoon sitting next to the baby in the crib doing nothing --- but at the same time they would also be the type of brothers who would be really eager to play with their new sibling. You and Wanda would constantly catch them trying to sneak the baby outside with them simply because they thought that she would love to go on a walk with them.

And although she loved her big brothers, Tommy and Billy would be a little dismayed when the baby showed favoritism to the dog. But of course, their annoyances would quickly fade when they realized it was so much easier to steal her away with the excuse that the four of them were going to go play with the dog outside (which mostly just ended up with Tommy and Billy trying to teach their sister how to do things an infant should 100% NOT be doing while the dog casually watched them from his spot in the shade).

And of course we can't forget the powers. The first time she showed hints of powers, you thought you were going to die. Wanda was out getting some groceries while you and the boys were at home, just chilling away. One second the baby was sleeping peacefully on your chest. The next second she was floating in the air, giggling at all of your alarmed expressions. Billy would try to use his magic to get her to float back down, but every time she got within hands reach, she would teleport away into another corner of the house. If there was anything worse than a flying baby, it would be a teleporting baby.

Thus commenced a very intense version of tag (with the baby being the reigning champion, of course).

You, being the only non-powered person in the family, nearly had a heart attack when the ten minute mark passed by and the baby was still in the air.

And then when the front door clicked opened, signifying the return of the Scarlet Witch, you knew you were done for.

Wanda was about to give a cheery greeting when she saw three pairs of panicked eyes and the floating baby waving at her from the corner of the room.

You were just about to explain the predicament to your wife when Wanda, with a slight raise of her eyebrow, had the baby teleporting straight into her open arms. Wanda's face instantly lit up with a smile that matched that of the baby happily cooing away in her arms. After sending you a smirk, Wanda would let out a soft "Oh, you're mama's little girl, aren't you?"

[iwishicanbeagoodpianist]

the Wifilcon and the Winter Router

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC/Reader Summary: When Bucky learns that his neighbor has been stealing his wifi for months. Warnings: None A/N: I'm not a fanfic writer at all, this, like all my stories, are adaptations to fanfics. My original stories are not written in english, so this is also a translation. please do not repost my work

For an instant, Bucky thought that the knocking he was hearing was coming directly from his head, I mean, it wouldn't be the first time his mind played tricks on him, but he realized that the sound was actually coming, unluckily for him, from his apartment door. Oh no no no no no no no, I just got back from putting up with Sam for almost 6 full weeks, I don't need interaction with more people for now.

Bucky thought for a minute to ignore the sound, to wait for the person to give up and leave, anyway he didn't spend many days on this apartment, almost no one had seen him leave or enter the building and he had no contact with the neighbors, only with the lady on the 7th floor who once lost one of her cats, which ended up in Bucky's apartment, accidentally. Not that I found the cat in the alley and actually brought him to my apartment, it doesn't mean that I stole the cat, he was in the street by himself, I rescued him.

When the banging on the door stopped and Bucky thought he could breathe calmly again, a voice between altered and annoyed was heard all the way to the living room where he was sitting trying to overcome his third panic attack and fourth existential crisis of the day .

-"I know you're in there! I saw you coming in a few hours ago! I've been waiting for days for you to come back!"-

More out of instinct than anything else, Bucky pulled out the knife hidden in his right boot as he slowly backed away from the door. Do I really have a spy as a neighbor? Should I call Sam? Is he in danger too? Never mind now, you need an escape route Bucky, concentrate, third floor, window to the alley, 2 minutes max, the bike is parked far away, I'll have to run, but to where, rendezvous point, safe place, think....

- "for God's sake, open the door, I need you to pay for your fucking internet plan, I'm in the last season of my series and I need to know if Carolina died or not!"-

- "The internet?"- Between the andrenaline from escaping and the shock of not understanding what was happening Bucky spoke louder than an assassin, with over 60 years of experience, should have spoken. Oh, shoot.

-"Yes! Your wifi, I need it to finish watching my series"-

Whispering "wifi" to himself, Bucky tries to remember where he has heard that word before, this is what I get for never listening to Sam when he talks to me. But before he can continue his mental analysis of all the conversations with Sam about such stupid things as his favorite American Football team, the New Orleans Saints, that I remember, to how Antonio could possibly leave María on the last episode of the 6 o'clock telenovela of which Sam is a fan, his apparent "neighbor" spoke up again:

-"Jesus Christ, can you open the door? So we can resolve this like adults"-

Bucky resigned to the fact that he has given his position to the "enemy", walks to the door and opens it waiting for his death. Well at least if I die I won't have to listen to Sam again talking about Antonio and María. But on the other side of the door, there was a woman, who in her pajamas, very unthreatening but cute, was watching him as if he were a ghost but still with defiance in her eyes, in one breath she introduced herself and continued her speech about her complaint to Bucky:

-"As I was saying, I need you to pay for your internet"-

-"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I understand what you mean"- mumbled Bucky.

- "Good Lord"- To Bucky's surprise his neighbor, pushes him and enters his home, well not so much a home home, more like the headquarters of his secret club, of which he is the president, vice president and only member, the point is that it is his place, where he can (and wants to be alone), as she lives here. This must be a dream, maybe I hit my head too hard in the last mission and I am unconscious in the hospital.

Crossing the room, Bucky's unwanted visitor looks around searching for something while whispering the words "I see you are quite minimalist, but maybe this is too much, someone urgently needs to look for some inspiration on Pinterest". She stops abruptly in front of the shelf where, in theory, a TV should go, while shouting: "EUREKA", she bends down and picks up a white device which has two antennas and like a million little blinking lights, damn, that looks like something out of a spaceship, I'm being watched by aliens? I'm being spied on by Kree?

-"This is your router, this is where the internet signal comes from, which I need you to pay for so I can finish watching my series"-.

Bucky, still in shock for the third time in less than 15 minutes, as he processes the idea that perhaps Thanos' unknowing twin is spying on him for a second invasion of earth and revenge for his brother's death. He can only nod to his now more relaxed and happy neighbor.

-"Perfect, thanks! I need to check the food I left in the oven, I'll talk to you later"- and as quickly as she came she left through the same door, leaving Bucky with more doubts than answers, peeking down the hallway, he realizes that she is the neighbor who lives next door, to his right. When Bucky comes out of his initial stupor, still not fully understanding what is going on, he decides to take his cell phone out of his pocket and call his own personal Google to solve his doubts about this century: Sam Wilson.

-"Hey Buck! What's up?"-how does he always manage to sound so happy? focus Buck.

-"What the hell is a router and why do I have one in my house?"- somehow Bucky manages to formulate, although maybe his voice cracked a little on the last words.

-"That thing's been there for at least two months and you didn't even notice it? Have you even paid the bill?"-

-"You put this in here? Without telling me????"- maybe Sam is also a Kree? Who can I trust now? It's all a trap?

Listening to Bucky's accelerated breathing, Sam tries to explain to him slowly, that in this century life without internet is not life, but obviously as Bucky does not even know how to set the alarm on his own cell phone, he was in charge of buying the router and creating the contract with the company so that, the 106 year old man could have his personal network at home. He had given it the name but he had not given it a password so that Bucky himself could set it up later. "I am an excellent friend, I mean co-worker, if I may say so"

-"Sorry man, after all that happened, we got called for a mission and I forgot to tell you, do you have your laptop over there? I'll help you set up a password, so your neighbors won't steal your internet anymore"- and with that comment everything started to make sense in Bucky's slightly screwed up but functional mind about the events with his seemingly non-spy and harmless neighbor.

Meanwhile Bucky was trying to remember his own password to unlock the laptop in front of him, also courtesy of Sam. "Bucky, when you learn about online banking and that you can pay your rent, electricity, phone and everything with a click of your computer, you will thank me". It should be noted that Bucky hasn't used that laptop once, like a good 100 year old grandpa he goes to the bank to make his deposits and pay his debts, which obviously consisted only of electricity, water, gas and phone because the man had no idea that there was a device in his house that spit out internet, apparently only his next door neighbor knew this. Buck tells Sam how he thought his router was an alien device and how he thought his neighbor was a KGB agent coming to kill him. "Relax Buck we all have undesirable neighbors that steal our internet signal sometimes", well undesirable is not the word I would use to describe her but ok.

When Sam finally explains to him how to connect his computer to the internet, Bucky can finally see the name that his wonderful co-worker, not friend, because he could never be friends with someone so stupid as to think that the name "THE WIFILCON AND THE WINTER ROUTER" was a good name.

- "my god Sam, you're such an asshole!"-

-"HEY! That's a great name!"- Sam responds with as much indignation as possible, he's the best at naming everything from dogs to wifis.

- "I can't believe you're Captain America, I can't believe we're even friends"- Bucky really can't understand his luck to have friends, well, co-workers whatever.

- "Well excuse me but we're co-workers..."-

- "Well, take this call as my formal resignation, bye"-

-"Wait a minute Buck..."- Bucky ended the call, to finish -his self-imposed- punishment of listening to Sam Wilson talk for over an hour. At least I asked him how to use the bank's website to pay for the internet. Suddenly, without warning and without explanation, the memory of his neighbor is lodged in his head, her hair in a ponytail, her reading glasses, pink shorts, her sweater from some university of which he can't even remember the name because he was watching out for other things... that she wouldn't kill me obviously, he was watching out that she wouldn't pull a knife out of her back and kill me right there. The message on his laptop indicating that he can now set a new name and password to his wifi distracts him enough to stop thinking about his sweet and cute non-spy neighbor and how she would look with her hair down and her glasses off.

Still with the sweet feeling in his chest and the desire to see her again he writes as the new name of the wifi, while laughing:

"If you want free internet, you owe me at least one free dinner"

After paying the internet debt and closing the laptop, Bucky gets up hoping to find something edible in the kitchen, while leaning over to look inside his fridge and analyzing how bad it would be to eat a fried egg with pasta and sriracha, he hears again a knock on the door, but this time it does not cause Bucky the anguish and anxiety that caused him the first time, but quite the opposite.

-"Open the door Winter Router! I prepared chicken pot pie for dinner"-.

[reidgraygubler]

raspberri blossoms (spencer reid/reader)

Title: raspberri blossoms Request: yes (by @broken-stardust) Couple: bi!Spencer Reid/gen-neutral!reader Category: fluff Content Warning: tbh none that i can think of. This is just a wholesome piece where reader takes spencer to pride :) Word Count: 2,917 Summary: Spencer comes out as bisexual to his best friend. A/N: happy pride month my friends! i wrote this in one sitting after not writing for a few days and it's really cute, hella wholesome. not much to say. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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It was hard to say how long I’ve known Spencer, but it’s been a while. We knew a lot of each other’s secrets and ins and outs of each other’s lives. He was my best friend, which I loved. There was nothing weird between us, which is hard to come by nowadays. I think we both needed that.

I knew he was gone for a work trip for the last few weeks. And usually, when he gets home from a work trip, he’ll come over to my house so we could catch up. That was my favorite, especially when we hadn’t seen each other in several weeks.

Spencer>Me: Just landed! I’ll be over in 45 minutes with some chinese food!

Me>Spencer: Sounds good! See you in a bit!

I smiled as I tossed my phone back to the coffee table. I kept myself busy by cleaning my apartment a little bit. It’d probably be a little bit longer than 45 minutes for him to arrive. The DC pride festival was going on and he’d probably have to drive through or around that to get to my apartment.

Just like I had thought, it was closer to an hour when Spencer arrived. I don’t know why he said 45 minutes, he knew how far my apartment was from the BAU, and he knew the traffic and cause of delays.

“Hey, hey sorry I’m late. I didn’t realize there was a thing downtown,” Spencer said as he entered my home. He was carrying two plastic shopping bags, each holding two styrofoam containers, which I could only assume was delicious Chinese food.

“That’s okay! I’m just happy you came!” I smiled as I threw my arms around his body. Spencer laughed as he tried to return the hug. “And that thing you’re talking about is the DC pride fest.”

“That would make the most sense. There were just so many people and detours. I never forget things, but I forgot that it was June,” he laughed as he placed the two bags on the coffee table. “I didn’t realize how many people would be around so late at night.”

“Yeah, pride is pretty popular, Spencer.” I looked over at him as I pulled a bag of food closer to me. He looked back at me with a small smile as I popped open the container. “How was the trip?” I asked as I began eating the white sticky rice.

“Long, happy to be home,” he replied as he opened his own container of rice. “How was your time while I was gone?”

“Boring, as always,” I laughed as I looked over at him. “I never know what to do with myself when you’re gone, Spencer.” I rested a hand over my heart to feign pain. Spencer laughed and shook his head.

“Well I hope you figured something out. Surely you have other friends than just me.” He looked over at me with a small smirk. I rolled my eyes before nodding.

“Yeah, you’re right. I do. But I just like hanging out with you the most.” I smiled as I leaned closer to him. Spencer laughed before rubbing the top of my head. I smiled before popping the other styrofoam container open, instantly being met with orange chicken. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of the orange chicken. “You know me so well,” I sighed happily before taking a big bite of the chicken.

“Of course I know you so well.” Spencer smiled at me as he ate the rice. A comfortable silence fell over us as we ate. The conversations between us were simple, but mostly about the case he just returned from. “Can I tell you something, Blossom?”

“Of course you can! You know that!” I looked at him, keeping my attention on him instead of my food. I had a feeling whatever he was about to tell me was very important and that he needed me to listen to him, and not on my food.

“I’ve just… I’ve been thinking a lot recently,” he started, looking down at his rice. He stayed silent for a moment, his mouth opening and closing every so often before finally saying, “I’m a little scared to tell anyone this, because there’s a weird stigma around this. But you’re my best friend and I trust you more than you will ever know.” He finally looked over at me. I could really read the nervousness on his body and face.

“W-What is it, Spencer? Is everything okay?” I asked, feeling nervousness grow in my body.

“Well, I, uh, basically. I’m bisexual. And I wanted you to know and to hear it from me,” he whispered as he quickly looked back down at the rice in front of him. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at him.

“That’s it?” I asked, trying not to sound annoyed. He looked back up at me with furrowed eyebrows. “I mean… I didn’t mean to… There’s no reason to be scared. I’m not going to hate you or anything like that. I’m really happy and proud of you. I’m happy you trust me to tell me this.” I smiled at him as I turned to face him more. I grabbed both his hands and gently squeezed them.

“Really?”

“Why would I be mad at you!? You’re comfortable enough in your own skin to tell me that! Besides, I’d never be mad at you!” I fell over and wrapped my arms around him. Spencer laughed lightly before wrapping his arms around him. “You know what that means, right?”

“What?”

“I’m taking you to the pride fest in the morning.” I smiled as I looked up at him. Spencer looked back at me with a raised eyebrow, not sure if I was being serious or not. “I’m not joking. There’s two days left of the festival. We’re totally going. I’ll stop at your apartment to pick you up in the morning.” I smiled at him.

“O-Okay.” Spencer raised an eyebrow as he stared at me.

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Just like I said the day before, I was at Spencer’s apartment around 10:30 am. I was ready to get to the Pride Festival with him. We’ll just see if Spencer was ready to go to the festival. I was willing to bet that he wasn’t ready.

“Spence! Let me in!” I shouted as I knocked at his door. I crossed my arms over my chest the longer I waited. A moment later, the door swung open, and I was met with Spencer wearing his usual clothing. A cardigan with a dress shirt, paired with a nice pair of dress pants. It was almost 100 degrees outside. “You should change.”

“What!? Why? You should change,” he nodded at what I was wearing. I was wearing a black jumpsuit, matched with a pair of fishnets. Personally, it was nice to wear something like this in the weather we were having on this particular June morning, soon to be afternoon.

“Why should I change? We’re going to a festival, in 100 degree weather! We’re going to be outside all day, Spencer.” I looked back at him with raised brows. He shrugged as he looked at my face. “Come on, we’re stopping at the store on the way to the festival. You’re not wearing that to it,” I muttered as I grabbed his hand. I dragged him out of the apartment building and towards my car.

After a quick stop at the store, and an outfit change later, we were at the pride festival. Spencer walked close to me as we walked around the festival. Or well he tried to keep up with me, mostly because I was basically prancing around from booth to booth, letting my excitement get the better of me.

Honestly, it was hard to not be so excited. There was just so much to look at all around. I think the most exciting thing I saw was how many dogs there were, and how many of them were wearing rainbow and pride bandanas.

“Blossom! Hold on!” Spencer shouted as I stopped at one booth. I turned and looked at him, holding up a bumble-bee pin with the bi flag painted on it.

“Look at this! You should get it for your bag! Who am I kidding?! I’ll buy it for you!” I exclaimed as I pulled out the correct amount. I quickly paid for the pin before turning to face Spencer.

“Blossom,” Spencer started as I tried to pin the bumble-bee to his shirt.

“Oh! I heard that there was this drag queen at this year’s fest! She’s doing makeovers for people! We should see if she can give you one!” I clapped my hands together as I looked up at him.

“I-I…” He started, only to fail as I grabbed his hands and dragged him across the festival. “Can we slow down! Holy cow!” He shouted as we ran past several people wearing almost, close to, nothing.

“You’re no fun,” I muttered as I looked over at him. He shrugged as he began to play catch up with his breathing. “C’mon I think the booth is over here.” I pulled him deeper into a small crowd.

And just as I thought, the drag queen giving makeovers was in the middle of the crowd. She was just finishing up someone’s make-up when we got to the front of the crowd. The second she saw Spencer, she was in our faces.

“You!” A shout came from the middle of the booth. I looked towards where the shout came from and was met with the drag queen. “Baby! You’re easy on the eye.” The drag queen spoke, her tone sultry as she spoke. “Your cheekbones are beautiful, Baby!” She lifted her hands and cupped Spencer’s face. I looked over at him with a smile as he looked back at me. He had an expression of pure terror on his face as he looked at me. “So sharp they could cut a man.” She marveled at his cheekbones for a moment longer, her fingers gently moving across his cheeks.

“He wants a makeover!” I shouted as I looked back at the drag queen. Spencer looked down at me with wide eyes. I knew he wanted me to save him from this moment, but I desperately wanted to see this happen. I felt a little bad.

“Blossom!” Spencer shouted as he was dragged away. I smiled as he was shoved into a seat. I already knew that I was going to get a stern talking to after this...

“What’s your name, Baby?” The drag queen asked as she grabbed a pallet. I smiled brightly as she began brushing blush across Spencer’s face.

“Uh, I… Spencer…” He nervously looked at me, then at the Drag queen.

“Raspberri, but you can call me tonight,” the drag queen smiled as she lifted her hand to Spencer. Spencer looked at her hand before holding it.

“N-Nice meeting you, Raspberri,” Spencer mumbled as she continued brushing his face with the translucent powder. I smiled the longer I watched the make over happen.

“Now, the only proper way to do eyeliner is so sharp you can fly away. That’s how I do it. See,” she leaned over to show Spencer her eyeliner. “If it’s not big, then how am I supposed to fly away from my problems?”

“I-I...”

“But since this is your first makeover I’ll only give you little wings,” she whispered to Spencer. He nodded as Raspberri picked up a black eyeliner pencil. I smiled the moment she started drawing his eyeliner.

“Ow! You stabbed me!” Spencer shouted as he jumped. I threw my hands over my mouth to cover my laughter.

“Beauty is pain, and pain is beauty, Baby!” Raspberri looked down at Spencer with a small smile.

Spencer tourture only lasted 10 more minutes, and it was mostly getting his highlighter perfect. I was a little jealous of how good he looked. I could never do something so perfect for myself.

“Thank you, Miss Raspberri.” Spencer nodded as he looked at his new friend. I smiled softly as I quickly sprinted up to his side.

“You must be his Blossom,” she looked down at me with a smile. I smiled back at her and nodded.

“Yeah! You did a great job!” I looked back at Spencer before going on my toes to peck his forehead. I’m sure if his face wasn’t covered in such heavy makeup, his face would’ve turned six shades redder.

“I had a magnificent time giving this little Baby a makeover.” She smiled before pinching Spencer’s cheek. I looked at Spencer and nodded.

“We should get going! I’m starved and want lunch!” I grasped Spencer’s hand. Spencer gave one last thank you to Raspberri before being dragged away.

“That was interesting!” Spencer shouted as we walked further away from Raspberri’s booth and towards the food vendors.

“Well you look amazing, Spencer! I’m jealous of that eyeliner, and the highlighter, and… Well everything!” I turned to look at him. Spencer glanced at me with a smirk as he looked at the ground. “What do you want to eat? We can do hot dogs, tacos, and pizza! I’m down for anything! I’m sure they have anything too!” “Pizza.” Spencer nodded as he looked down the food vendor alley, looking at the pizza truck. I looked at him with a small smile as he took the lead this time. He brought me right to the pizza vendor, already fishing for his wallet.

“I got it.” I looked at him as I stopped him from pulling out money.

“No, no, it’s okay. Let me do it. You’ve already done so much for me today.” He smiled as he pulled out the money and handed it up to the cashier. I stared at him for a moment, watching as he got the pizza.

“We should stop by and get you a flag!” I clapped my hands together as he carried both slices over towards a pic-nic table. “I want to get one too!” I looked at him with a big smile.

“A… a flag?”

“Yeah! A bi pride flag! You can wear it over your shoulders like a cacpe! Or just carry it around. But where’s the fun in that?” I said before taking a big bite of the pizza. Spencer stared at me for a brief moment as I ate. “I think it’d look cool, with your outfit and makeup and everything.” I smiled at him. Spencer laughed lightly before nodding.

“How come you didn’t get a makeover?”

“Oh! Well, she seemed so much more interested in you than she did me… Bay-bee,” I mildly mocked the way Raspberri said ‘Baby’. Spencer laughed again.

“I definitely didn’t appreciate that too much.”

“Yeah, but you should see how you look! Spencer, you look amazing!” I shouted before I pulled out my phone. “We’re taking a selfie, right now. I don’t care what you say,” I muttered as I leaned over the table to get closer to him.

“Next time, you’re the one getting the makeover,” he poked me as soon as I snapped the picture.

“Yeah yeah, next time. We should finish eating! There’s going to be some queer bands playing down at the band shell! I don’t want to miss that!”

{***}{***}{***}

I looked over at Spencer as we walked back to my car. My feet were killing. All the walking around and standing that we did was very exhausting. It was like I was at work all day, except I was with Spencer and a bunch of LGBTQIA+ people instead. I’d rather do the latter all day every day instead of work, if I’m going to be honest.

Spencer looked purely exhausted. His hair was starting to get stuck to his forehead because of how sweaty he was, and his makeup from this morning was starting to sweat off. He still wore his bi pride flag like a cape with great respect, but I could tell the heat was mostly coming from that.

“The parades tomorrow! We should go to that too! It’s a lot of fun.” I smiled as I fished for my keys.

“Really? How’d you know that?”

“Spencer, this whole time I’ve been saying things about how great the festival is, and you’re just now asking? And boys and girls have both been flirting with me, and I’ve been taking it with great joy…” I placed my hand over my heart as I looked up at him. “I’m also bisexual, you dummy.” I smiled as I pulled the door to my car open.

“I didn’t know that!” Spencer shouted before he slipped into the car. I laughed and nodded.

“You may be a profiler. But sometimes the most obvious things go over your head… I swear,” I laughed as I stuck the key in the ignition. “Did you have a good day, Spencer?” I asked as I started the car. When he didn’t respond right away, like I was expecting him to, I looked over and saw that his head was resting against the window, and his eyes were shut. “Spencer… Spen-Aw whatever. You’re asleep, I can only assume and hope you had a good day,” I whispered.

I knew he had a good day. I mean… You don’t just sit down and fall asleep like that if you didn’t have such a good day. It’s a good thing he’s getting rest now. Tomorrow’s going to be an even longer day.

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OKAY i know you didn’t ask for a full length fic but... i couldnt help myself. here it is: 

Four times Alex saw signs that the world was changing to become more accepting of people like him, and the one time he actually realized it.

1. TV SHOW

After finishing practice for the night, the band walked into Julie’s house. Luke immediately walked into the kitchen, wanting to see what meal her dad was whipping up. His obsession with watching lifers eat was starting to get a little concerning. Reggie followed after him, wanting to hang out with Julie’s dad. That was also a little concerning.

Julie plopped down on the couch next to her little brother, Carlos, who was watching a TV show that she didn’t recognize. Alex hopped over the couch and took a seat next to her, looking at the screen intently.

“What is he watching?” Alex asked, reclining into the couch.

Julie shrugged in response. “I’m not sure…”

Carlos looked over to her with a questioning expression. “Huh?” Oh crap. She needed to stop talking to the boys while other people were around. It made her look absolutely bonkers.  

“…what you’re watching! I’m not sure what you’re watching.” She said quickly, trying to avoid any awkwardness. “What is it?”

He seemed to buy it, letting her weirdness go. “Oh, I’m watching this new show. I forget what it’s called. It’s about this girl who accidentally gets musical superpowers after getting stuck by lightning.”

“Cool,” she answered, settling into the couch. She and Alex watched for a few minutes before looking at each other in confusion. They had absolutely no idea what was going on in the show. They looked at the screen as the main character sighed dramatically, slamming her door while running out of her house. “I’m lost. What’s happening? Why is she so mad?” Julie asked.

Carlos rolled his eyes. “She’s in a fight with her dads right now because they won’t let her go to this big party. Now shhh! It’s getting juicy!”

Luke’s eyes went wide as the scene switched to the main characters dads, who were sharing a tender moment while discussing their child. Two dads? On television? Without it being played off as a joke? He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen.

Julie looked at him inquisitively, noticing his surprised expression. She raised an eyebrow.

“I see.” A soft smile settled on his face. “Cool.” He bit his lip and leaned back.

“Cool.” She agreed. She almost said something, but then decided it would be better for her to wait for him to tell her.

2. PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION

“People watching in 2020 is way better than people watching in the 90’s.” Reggie stated as they walked through downtown LA. They were killing time while Julie was at school. They passed a man in a superhero costume who was taking pictures with tourists.

“I know right?” Luke agreed. “I love looking over people’s shoulder and watching what they’re doing on those… high tech cellphone things.”

“Smartphones,” Alex offered.

“Smartphones, right.”

Reggie ran over to a middle aged guy in a suit sitting on a bench who was looking intently at his phone. “Look at this guy! He’s looking at an article called ‘How to tell if you have foot fungus’.” He wrinkled his nose. “Gross. You might wanna get that checked out, buddy,” patting his shoulder, his hand passing right through.

Luke looked around for someone else to observe. “Okay see the one over there in the blue striped shirt eating a chili dog?” He pointed over to his left to a man walking away from a hot dog stand.  

The man went to take a bite out of his chili dog but dripped it all down the front of his shirt. “Oooooh…. Missed his mouth on that one,” Luke said, cringing.

“That’s nasty,” Alex chimed in.

A guy who looked to be around their age speed walked past them, looking down. He brushed his shaggy blonde hair out of his face as he grinned down at his phone. He was obviously walking with a purpose.

“This guy is hustling! Cmon!” Reggie grinned, jogging after him. Luke and Alex ran over to catch up, all three of them following in pursuit. They all looked over his shoulder to read his text messages. He was texting someone he had named “babe <3” in his contacts.

Can’t wait to see u, his text read, im right around the corner

Reggie whistled. “His girlfriend’s probably a complete hottie if he’s that excited to see her-”

As they turned the corner, the blonde stranger they were following put his phone away as he caught sight of someone. He broke into a run and bear hugged the person, wrapping his arms around them and lifting them off the ground. As he pulled away, it was revealed that the person he was hugging was a brunette guy around the same age as them.

The brunette murmured something, his lips quirking into a smirk. The blonde teen let out a laugh, then pulled him into a kiss.

Alex nearly gasped in surprise, looking around to notice that… not a singular person was looking over. Everyone was just going about their day as normal. No glares, no sneers, not even a scoff.

It felt like the breath was sucked out of his lungs. Was this… normal? The couple broke apart and joined hands, continuing down the street. Alex couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. No one had even batted an eyelash at the public display of affection.

To him, it hadn’t been that long ago since 1995. When even looking at someone for too long would get you called a slur. When his own father would call him a-

“Alex? You good?” He was broken out of his thoughts by Luke looking over at him concernedly.

Alex opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by someone else.

“There you guys are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

They turned around in tandem to see Julie standing there, her eyes sparkling. And they continued with their day, moment forgotten.

3. MUSIC

Alex found himself once again alone with Julie, hanging out with her in her room. He was the only member of the band she would let hang out with her in here, which filled him with an odd sort of pride.

They were currently listening to one of her Spotify playlists. Julie was doing homework on her bed and Alex was tapping his drumsticks on his knee, following the beat of the song they were listening to. He was getting into the groove of the song “This song has a good beat!” he exclaimed. “What is this?”

She grinned at him. “It’s called ‘Girls like Girls’ by Hayley Kiyoko!” She stood up on her bed, dropping her homework and singing into an imaginary microphone as the chorus hit. She belted at the top of her lungs, “Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new~” She laughed as she flopped back onto her bed.

He gaped at her, surprised that she was treating it with such nonchalance. In the 90’s, this would have been music you listened to at 2 am when your parents were asleep. “Is this a… popular song?” he asked.

“Yeah, I mean it’s from like 2015 so it’s basically ancient but it’s still pretty popular.” She turned back to her homework and picked up her pen. “I think the music video has like over 100 million hits on YouTube or something like that.”

His jaw dropped even further “100 million?”

The timer on her phone went off. The words BAND PRACTICE blared across the screen with the chime of her ringtone. “I’ll show it to you later! But we have to go to rehearsal right now.”

He shook his head and followed her out of the room.

4. COVINGTON

As both his friends were pulled away by girls saucily dancing in feathered blue outfits, Alex stood awkwardly like a fish out of water. Covington slid up to him with a sly smirk on his face. “Come now. You can’t be the only one not dancing.”

“No, I… I know.” Alex sputtered. “I’m just…” Not into dancing with girls? No, he couldn’t just say that. He didn’t want to cause a scene. He pointed over his shoulder. “I’m looking for Willie,” he finished lamely.

Covington seemed to read him like an open book. He smiled and gestured with open palms. “Dante! Fuego!” Two handsome men slid up to either side of him. “Meet Alex.” The linked arms with him.

Alex looked at them, surprised. How did he know? Is this like a theater thing? Or… “You’re welcome,” Covington smirked, ducking down. Is this normal here…?

His thoughts were cut off as he was lifted up over Covington’s head and pulled into a fast-paced dance.

5. PRIDE

“Slow down Willie!” Alex shouted, running after his brunette friend as he skated through lifers and tore down the street.

Willie laughed and hopped off his board, picking it up off the ground. He waited for Alex to catch up with him “Relax, we’re almost here…”

Alex was too busy catching his breath to realize they were in the middle of a giant crowd. Lifers walked through them every few seconds like it was nothing “Wh-What is this?” Alex asked, looking around. Everyone was wearing colorful clothing and most were wearing some kind of glitter.

The skater laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the street. “We’re skating the floats, dude.” He pointed at the bright floats that were parading down the street.

Was this some kind of festival or something? Alex wondered. “Why is everything so… colorful?”

Willie looked at him like he was missing something obvious. “It’s June. Pride month.” Alex didn’t know what that was. He looked around, trying to figure it out. “You’ve never seen a pride parade before?” Willie questioned. Then, he realized. “Right. Right, you’re a 90’s ghost. I keep forgetting about that.” He slapped his forehead.

Then, he realized what this was. Alex turned to his right and saw two women kissing. A couple of guys his age were holding hands right next to him. Signs as far as the eye could see read ‘here and queer’ and ‘all you need is love’ and ‘love is love’ and countless other sayings. His breath stuttered in his chest “This is…”

“I know. Pretty cool, right?” Willie asked, sounding pretty nonchalant. He was scouting out the floats, focused on his task.

“And this is all for…” Alex hesitated, “For gay people?”

“All LGBTQ+ people, technically, but yeah dude.” Willie clarified. He grinned, his eyes set on a float just down the road. He found the perfect route.

“So it really is different now, huh?” Alex asked, his voice cracking slightly. Willie looked back in alarm, not realizing how much this was impacting the drummer beside him. A tear rolled down his cheek, but his smile could not be bigger. Alex continued, “Like I had hoped it was, and there’s been some signs, but this is…” He covered his mouth to hide a sob.

Willie walked over to his side, dropping his skateboard and taking his hand gently. “Yeah, Alex. It’s different. Better. Not perfect, but... a lot better.” He squeezed his hand.

“It’s amazing.” Alex said, wiping the tears from his eyes with his sleeve and grinning. He let out a laugh as a drag queen passed by and waved at the crowd, blowing kisses.

The skater couldn’t take his eyes off of Alex. He was absolutely glowing, basking in the atmosphere of the parade. “You know what? Let’s forget the skating.” Willie decided, taking his skateboard from the side of the street and tucking it in an alley.

“Huh?” Alex was confused. Willie wanted to... not go skating?

“It’s time to get your pride on, Alex.”

Together, they spent the rest of the day exploring every area of pride, ducking through crowds and sneaking onto floats. There was even one point where they ran through a huge glitter cannon, getting absolutely covered in glitter.

After it was all done, Willie teleported back to Julie’s house with him to drop him off.

“That was the most fun I’ve ever had.” Alex admitted, his smile seemed to be permanently glued to his face.

“Me too. I’ve been to tons of pride parades, but none of them were as fun as this one.” Willie admitted.

“Really? What was different about this one? Was it the glitter cannon? It was probably the glitter cannon-”

“It was you, Alex.” The skater said quietly, brushing a couple stray pieces of glitter off of the taller boy’s cheek.

“Oh,” Alex breathed, looking down at Willie. His heart was racing a mile a minute. He hadn’t realized they were standing so close together.

Willie hesitated for a moment. Was this the moment? He didn’t want to rush Alex. He was probably overwhelmed enough after experiencing his first pride. He smiled up at the blonde and patted him on the shoulder. “Goodnight, Alex.” He stepped away and turned to leave.

He was just about to teleport when he heard “Wait!”

Willie turned around Alex kissed him.

He stiffened at first, surprised. Before he could respond, Alex pulled away and looked at him in panic.

“I’m so sorry, I thought-”

Willie grabbed him by the lapels and dragged him down, kissing him heatedly. Alex responded with enthusiasm, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“ABOUT TIME!” someone hollered from behind him.

They broke away to see Luke and Reggie beaming. They both ran over and hugged them both in a group hug. “We thought you two would never figure it out.” Luke said, causing Reggie to laugh. 

“Happy pride, Alex”. Willie murmured, squished up against his side. And Alex couldn’t have been happier.

[awake-dearheart]

it took me a couple days but here’s a rundown of things sebastian said during the zoom call with his trainer don saladino and the march challenge group. he was on for an hour and three minutes total. keep in mind this challenge was fitness oriented so most of the questions revolve around that. this will also be LONG.

first of all he had trouble unmuting himself which was hilarious

he had a carboard cutout of the falcon with him which made everyone laugh

he loved being able to support ronald mcdonald house and he was sad they couldn’t go this year. sweet baby

when he was asked what he struggles with in his fitness he immediately said body dysmorphia. like no hesitation. he said he felt like he could stand to be less hard on himself.

he prefers cardio over other kinds of workouts.

he mentioned a role he’s getting ready for that’s “a lot different” but he laughed it off and said he couldn’t talk about it. i’m thinking it might have been tommy lee?

he tries to workout even just a little before he goes to set even when his schedule is crazy.

when he started training he had NO idea what he was doing. it took him a while to get into a routine and figure it out. he credited don with working a lot with him and finding a routine that works for him.

he feels better when he can do something physical every day. he said it really helps him mentally because the two go hand in hand for him.

someone said they were learning romanian and asked him for phrases to learn in romanian he said (in romanian) “oh my GOD why would you do that?” he also said he thinks people learning romanian because of him is “one of the sweetest things.”

he was asked how he balances training to look good vs training to feel good and he said if he’s training to look good he’s never 100% satisfied. training to feel good and setting short term goals has been better for him. 

don praised him for working hard to pivot his focus on the overall vs the day to day. seb said it was a lot harder when he started than it is now.

someone asked him if the workouts or the nutrition was harder and he immediately started talking about pizza and how much he loves a good cheat meal. the chat blew up talking about his cheat day video for men’s health. 

seb asked don his favorite cheat meal and they went on a tangent about burgers and fries and vodka that had us cracking up. seb said he went through a period where he was eating some kind of chocolate every day.

someone asked if he found it mentally difficult to go from one body type to another for roles and he said absolutely. he said if he has a shirtless scene to do then a month before he cuts out ALL sugar. fruits, carbs, everything and he turns into a very irritable person for about two weeks.

he was asked how the pandemic has changed his training and he said of course it has. him and don worked together to create a program for him to do from home with dumbbells and they had to get inventive. he’s been running a lot too.

someone asked the strangest item he’s used for weights and he said he’d go to the grocery store by himself without uber or anything. he tried to do one big shopping trip to last him for a week and half and he’d be laden with bags and it took him an hour and a half to walk home.

he told a story about using a towel and a bar in his house and he said “you probably know it because some “super fans” love to leak my address. so kind. lovely people.” the chat became v enraged.

he’s never had to get in shape on super short notice. marvel usually gives him about a 2 month heads up before he has to shoot things.

someone asked if he was a dog person. he said he loves dogs and he’d love to have one but he travels too much to give one the right kind of attention. he said if he could have a dog he’d have a bulldog or a husky.

he was asked his favorite nyc cheat meal and his first answer was “seeing all of you there” and we all cracked up. his real answer was a pizza place called rubirosa. he specifically likes their white pizza. (who wants to go to new york and get pizza with me?)

who would win in an iso squat challenge? him or don? (iso squats are when you drop into a squat and you hold it. it’s been the most hated exercise throughout the challenge). his face was HORRIFIED when he remembered what they are and he said don would definitely win. “don you have thighs of glory” the group is contemplating making shirts.

he played some sports in school but he wasn’t a super athletic kid. he struggled in school a bit because he had an accent and people were picking on him. it took a long time for his confidence to build.

celebrate victories where you can. he talked about when he posted that shirtless picture from the gym as an example. he said it’s more for motivation and pride in his achievements than about showing off.

he mentioned the documentary “the weight of gold” as something he watched recently. he said it’s a good example of people who are gold medal olympians struggling with the same things as everyone else when it comes to fitness. he comes back several times to not being too hard on yourself. 

he hasn’t lifted any weights in about a month and a half but he’s been running. he’s surprised at the amount of muscle he still has because he thought he’d lose a lot of it.

taking breaks when you’re working on fitness is so important. he says taking a week off sometimes is ok if that’s what you need.

they have talked about pizza at least 5 times at this point (32 minutes in) and it’s HILAROUS honestly.

he hates leg day. he knows how important it is because you need strong legs but he prefers doing arms and chest. “the squats can be so annoying UGH.”

someone asked him his advice for people who are starting an acting career and he laughed and said “quit all social media.” he walked it back and said you have to find a way to quiet the noise. 

this mfer went to theatre camp when he was 15 and he did MUSICALS. we tired to get him to sing. it didn’t work.

“you gotta do you. you cannot lose you as you’re going. and you cannot care what people think.”

he talked about imposter syndrome in terms of getting reviews and stuff. he said when he gets bad reviews it hurts but sometimes when he gets good reviews he can think “oh my god they made a mistake” or “oh my god i have to deliver like this every time.” he said if you’re starting out ask yourself why you want to do this and make sure this is what you want to do day in a day out. make sure when you face rejection and obstacles you have the energy to push you to get back up and say “fuck you i’m doing me.”

recommended the book “the subtle art of not giving a fuck” as something he loves.

“there’s creativity in everything. you don’t have to be a pianist or an actor or a writer. there’s creativity in all functions. as people we’re all creative.”

he went back to instagram for a minute and said to use it for the right things and follow the things that you like or are inspired by. he loves that social media can be used to reach people but you have to filter through the negative stuff.

someone asked the meanest thing don’t ever said during training and he said don’s never been mean but he’s always been inspiring and motivating for him. cute lil bromance moment.

he was asked if it’s harder to get into shape physically for the winter soldier or mentally. he said now it’s more of a head thing than it was in the beginning. the physically part was challenging for him in the beginning because he wanted to feel strong to build his confidence. he felt he couldn’t be bucky without being strong. 

civil war was his real hair but when they started filming it wasn’t long enough so he had extensions. by the end of the shoot it was long enough to cut the extensions out. 

the line between overtraining and not being motivated to train enough is hard for him sometimes. things tend to come all at once or not at all and it can be a struggle. 

he meditates and does some kind of physical activity every day at the start of his day. it makes him able to do the things he needs to do for the rest of the day better.

he thanked everyone for their support of tfaws and “making us look pretty good.” he’s very grateful for the turnout.

don says falcon weird. that’s not important but i wanted to mention it.

running is his go to thing. he feels like it’s a good meditative thing for him.  his go to pandemic workout was 100 pull ups, 100 push ups, 100 sit ups, 100 squats and alternating with running. we all panicked and were like “100 PULL UPS AT ONCE??” and he was like no no no no no no no no space that shit out during the day.

he loves breakfast but he doesn’t eat it at breakfast time. he joked he was going to eat breakfast after the call (which ended at 7PM). he likes anything with eggs and avocado. 

there are still directors he wants to work with that he can’t get to see him for parts. he did three audition tapes, two in person auditions, and a screen test to get bucky.

he just recently learned what “thirst pics” are (he figured out from the chat it’s thirst traps). when someone told him that picture from the gym was a thirst trap he was like “oh great well that sounds terrible.” men’s health didn’t call him until after that pic. he had reached out to them before that but that was the thing that made them call.

“make fun of yourself. you have to not take yourself too seriously.”

they both talked about how being able to do things like this is a privilege. there are always days when seb or don or anyone walks into a gym and doesn’t want to be there.

this is the part that made me emotional as FUCK. he’s had days where he’s gone to set and been like “what the fuck am i doing?” he says every time that happens he thinks “this is the time they’re gonna realize i can’t do this. this is when they’re all gonna know i’ve never been good at this.” he said in those moments you can’t just say “no no no i’m the best.” he said sometimes affirmations work and they can be as simple as “i’m gonna try to have a good day today” and it doesn’t have to be “i have to be the best version of myself.” it can just be “i wanna have a good day today” but on the days when you don’t feel good about things and don’t know what you’re doing he said you have to go there and say “ok i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing. fuck everything.” be in the thing that’s happening to you and give yourself permission to be down for a minute. find a compromise with yourself. if you can’t run the same three miles you’ve run all week and you just don’t want to, maybe you go for a walk instead. (his example not mine i DO NOT run). when he’s been in those moments of defeat accepting it had lead him to things he didn’t plan for and he finds those moments to be gifts in a way. accepting it and saying “today is that day” your body and your mind can start moving into finding other little things to do.

he came back to pizza one more time. i love him.

he recognizes how lucky he is to have the life he has. he says it’s important to pay attention to give a fuck about things and to give a fuck about things that will help other people. 

watching him talk the whole time he seemed so happy and relaxed. he seems like such a light hearted and fun person and he laughed SO much

that’s the end y’all. thanks for sticking around and reading all my hastily typed notes

[girlactionfigure]

There is a popular quote that circulates every once in a while that reads “One person can make a difference and everyone should try.”

This individual holds a special place in my heart and also the hearts of many long-time Peace Page followers, who found this page after reading a simple story which mentioned her and which became one of the most popular posts on the Peace Page. Her name is Harriet Glickman, she is the teacher who decided to write a letter to Charles Schulz and ask him if he could create a black character on his Peanuts comic strip - that character would become Franklin, one of the first black characters in a popular comic strip. Harriet Glickman passed away Friday morning, March 27, 2020, at her home in Sherman Oaks. She was 93. Her passing was reported by a Peanuts-based website, which quoted a personal friend who said, her passing was "peaceful, in her sleep" and that the former schoolteacher had been "well prepared for this." They say representation matters, and Franklin, even though he was a fictional character, was noticed by many who did not feel they were being represented enough during those days. The original Peace Page post started: "On July 31, 1968, a young, black man was reading the newspaper when he saw something that he had never seen before. With tears in his eyes, he started running and screaming throughout the house, calling for his mom. He would show his mom, and, she would gasp, seeing something she thought she would never see in her lifetime. Throughout the nation, there were similar reactions. "What they saw was Franklin Armstrong's first appearance on the iconic comic strip "Peanuts." Although Charles Schulz deserves the accolades and credit for having the courage to create Franklin and standing by him when he started receiving racist demands to remove him, it was all started by a school teacher who decided to write a simple letter. "Harriet has a very interesting place in history," according to The LAist. "In 1968, she wrote to 'Peanuts' creator Charles Schulz asking him to do something remarkable at the time: integrate his famous comic strip." "Harriet Glickman was a white, 42-year-old suburban Los Angeles school teacher and mother raising three children when Martin Luther King was assassinated in 1968," according to the Press Telegram. According to NPR, she wrote, “Since the death of Martin Luther King, 'I’ve been asking myself what I can do to help change those conditions in our society which led to the assassination and which contribute to the vast sea of misunderstanding, hate, fear and violence.'” Glickman decided to write a letter to Schulz, not knowing whether he would actually read it or even whether he would receive the letter. Glickman was especially aware of the power of comics among the young. “And my feeling at the time was that I realized that black kids and white kids never saw themselves [depicted] together in the classroom,” she said in the Washington Post. She hoped this would bring the country together and show people of color that they are not excluded from American society. At the time, Schulz, the creator of the enormously popular “Peanuts” comic strip, was already being "published in hundreds of newspapers around the United States reaching nearly 100 million readers," according to the Press Telegram. Surprisingly, Schulz did respond, but wasn't sure whether it would be right, coming from him, he didn't want to make matters worse, he felt that it may sound condescending to people of color. Glickman persisted, however, continuing her correspondence with Schulz, even having black friends write to Schulz and explain to him what it would mean to them. She told Schulz that "the gentleness of the [Peanuts would be] 'the perfect setting' for such representation," according to CBR. “I am well aware of the very long and tortuous road ahead,” she added. “I’m sure one doesn’t make radical changes in so important an institution without a lot of shock waves from syndicates, clients, etc. You have, however, a stature and reputation which can withstand a great deal.” This conversation would continue until one day, Schulz told Glickman to check her newspaper on July 31, 1968. On that date, the cartoon, as created by Schulz, shows Charlie Brown meeting a new character, named Franklin. Other than his color, Franklin was just an ordinary kid who befriends and helps Charlie Brown. In a speech at American University of Health Sciences in Signal Hill, California in 2018, talking to a group of children and adults, Glickman said, the 1960s in the United States was “a time long before any of you were born, a time when not everyone was understanding of other people, when young African Americans couldn’t go to the same beach as white children and when schools were separate.” According to the Press Telegram, the Rev. Gregory Johnson, co-founder of American University of Health Sciences who invited Glickman to the event, said he wanted her to know what a profound effect her action with Schulz had on him. “I appreciate so much what you did in improving relations. I wouldn’t be here without you,” he said. Glickman was born in Sioux City, Iowa, and lived in Chicago before moving to Southern California and a job in the Burbank School District and eventually UCLA before retiring. Glickman explained in previous interviews that her parents were "concerned about others, and the values that they instilled in us about caring for and appreciating everyone of all colors and backgrounds — this is what we knew when we were growing up, that you cared about other people . . . And so, during the years, we were very aware of the issues of racism and civil rights in this country [when] black people had to sit at the back of the bus, black people couldn’t sit in the same seats in the restaurants that you could sit . . . Every day I would see, or read, about black children trying to get into school and seeing crowds of white people standing around spitting at them or yelling at them . . . and the beatings and the dogs and the hosings and the courage of so many people in that time." Glickman, according to The LAist, said someone once commented to her that "‘It took courage [to do what she did, to make a stand].’ I said, ’No it didn’t, it didn’t take courage for me to sit in Sherman Oaks in my comfortable home with my three children and type a letter.'" "Courage," she said, "was little Ruby Bridges, the little girl who integrated a school in the south who had to come with the National Guard with people spitting at her and yelling at her and throwing things at her and the parents who drew their children out. That was courage." Because of Glickman, because of Schulz, people around the world were introduced to a little boy named Franklin, and even today, when Franklin is mentioned, fond memories are evoked, such as those like the young, black man, who with tears in his eyes, started running and screaming throughout the house because he was introduced to Franklin for the first time. Barbara Brandon-Croft, the first African American woman to have a nationally syndicated comic strip in the mainstream press, was 10 years old in 1968, said, “I remember feeling affirmed by seeing Franklin in ‘Peanuts.’ ‘There’s a little black kid! Thank goodness! We do matter.’" When the Peace Page first shared its story about Franklin's birth, one Peace Page reader commented, "I normally don't comment on Facebook but I feel compelled to now. As a black child growing up in the 70's and 80's U grew up in mostly white neighborhoods. One of the most difficult things at that time is my sense of where I belonged in the world. I didn't have anybody in my position i could relate to on TV or in the movies. Then I started reading Peanut cartoons and I met Franklin and I saw myself for once. As a character, Franklin was so important to me I named my third son after him. thank you . . . for helping me find my place." That Peace Page story has now reached 22,498,877 people, receiving 2,091,450 reactions. It has inspired an Upworthy article and has been shared all over the world, including by media companies in Australia and Italy. When the Peace Page contacted the Charles M. Schulz Museum in Santa Rosa, California, one of the representatives said that Glickman regularly visited the museum and she was fondly called "Franklin's Mom." When she saw that Peace Page post, she commented on the Peace Page, "It's always a joy for me to share the Franklin story. I consider him my fourth child and he is very much loved." In the speech in 2018 at American University of Health Sciences, she told the audience that it still “feels like yesterday [when Franklin was introduced].” She said some things have changed, but others have not. “We still have so many problems on how we see each other,” she said in an article by the Press Telegram. She told the children: “You can make a difference in making the world a better place. When you see something that makes you feel angry or upset, don’t just complain, do something about it. And remember that we all care for each other; we’re all the same loving, caring people.” She then autographed a book introducing Franklin to Charlie Brown, “Nice to Meet You, Franklin!” and urged each youngster “to make a difference.” Thank you, Harriet Glickman, also, for making a difference and making the world a better place. [Photo courtesy of CBR]

The Jon S. Randal Peace Page

[thesmokingguns]

Wendy and The Lost Boys

CHAPTER FOUR

WARNINGS: Mentions of smoking and drinking, there is sexual content so please be 18+

Tommy was twirling his drumsticks backstage getting ready to go on stage for the Halloween show. They were playing with Ratt at the Solari Ballroom and were supposed to go on in five minutes. The band had all dressed up as vampires for the set. Tommy peaked out and saw the place was packed. He felt a hand on his shoulder turning to see Nikki smirking at him. They headed on stage cheers rising up. The amount of chicks that were filling the club in their little costumes. It was going to be a hell of an after party.

Nikki saw the bunny ears and smirked knowing exactly what that girl would be wearing. He watched the ears bob to the front of the crowd bouncing along to the music and missed a fucking note when he saw Sasha, tits pushed up and almost spilling out of the Playboy bunny suit she was wearing. She looked exactly like one of his dirty dreams but she was there in person. Her blue eyes landed on him and the way she smiled made him almost fall off the stage. How the fuck did she look so good? Was it because he wasn’t seeing her everyday anymore? He watched her singing along to the music, her blonde hair shaking to the beat. If she kept moving like that she was going to pour right out of her top. As much as Nikki wanted to see that he didn’t want anyone else to see it. He said a silent thank you when she seemed to notice and tugged that tighter than life outfit up the half inch it could go. She still was pouring out of that top land he couldn’t focus on the set at all watching her dance in front of him like that

When they finished up playing Nikki wanted to yank her out of the audience but she was headed to the bar, her bunny tail shaking along with her, before he could grab her. It was like everything he was thinking she was already one step ahead of. He quickly headed into the crowd, trying to avoid the crowds of girls that all seemed to want to talk to him. Sasha turned a glass of Jack Daniels in her hand that she handed to him. Nikki was surprised but thankful as he slammed the liquid back in two burning gulps.

“Do I look like a magazine cover?” She asked him with a teasing smile on her face as he set the empty glass along the bar, nodding to the bartender that he wanted a refill. His hand was on her hip pulling her closer to him so she could talk to her without anyone hearing their conversation. Her long eyelashes swooping to look down at his hand and back up into his green eyes nearly knocked Nikki on his ass. What was it about her tonight that was making him so crazy?

“Why do you have to be the biggest tease? Don’t you know hard it is already without you putting in any effort?” He asked her, he felt her hand on his cheek and knew she was going to take the cigarette behind his ear. She smirked as she plucked it from him, Sixx opened the lighter for her, moving back and breaking the contact he had on her. “I like your costume but you know I’m a Hustler guy. I’m all about full nudity.” He threw back the comment from a couple months ago, watching the way that she smirked up at him. Sasha leaned in her lips kissing his earlobe with each word she spoke.

“I’m a Hustler girl in bed. You can ask my boyfriend about it later.” Her voice was like velvet and razorblades as she delivered the burn to him. At the mention of her having a boyfriend Nikki frowned. She flicked her ashes turning back to look through the crowd.

“What are you talking about?” He was getting angry with her comment. She didn’t respond to him, only finished her drink, taking a drag of the cigarette she had stolen from him. Nikki was getting riled up way earlier in the night than she had expected him to. “Do you hear me or am I talking to-“ he stopped talking when this blonde guy walked over wrapping Sasha up in his arms and giving her a kiss. And not her usual peck on the cheek she’d greet some of the guys with but she leaned into his arms kissing him deeper than Nikki wanted her to kiss anyone.

“Sugar Pie, I couldn’t find you during the show.” His hand stayed on her hip where the bassist had been holding a moment before. He wanted to know who this stranger was and why he thought he could walk up to Sasha like this. “Let me buy you a drink, sugar pie.” The guy didn’t even seem to notice Nikki standing there as he ordered her a drink handing it to the blonde girl with a smile on his face that the bassist was thinking about punching, “Are you going to say hello to your brother before we leave for the party?” Nikki was watching her face that she has masked in this perky smile despite her blue eyes being bored with this person.

“Yeah, Cherry Pie, why don’t you come backstage and say hello to Tommy.” Nikki butted in coming up with his own spin on the nickname the man had been using for her. She gave Nikki a pointed look making his smirk just widen knowing that the nickname had done it’s damage. The guy, who she had obviously come with, turned looking at the bassist like he was just realizing that he was standing there.

“OH! You just played.” He said nodding his head like he was understanding who he was standing with now, “Not my favorite music but you guys are a good club band. I could see you doing some of the Top 40’s with your chick singer. She was great.” The guy tucked a hand in his khakis before wrapping his arm around Sasha who had the biggest shit eating grin on her face as Nikki fumed at what the prick had just said to him. Be should punch that fucking asshole right in his mouth. They were already walking away, her little bunny tail shaking with each step she took. She turned to look at him over her shoulder and mouthed ‘club band’ before making herself laugh so hard she leaned against the blonde man.

Sasha was sitting backstage, perched on the side of the couch, her legs draped effortlessly between the college preps legs. His name was Len, short for Leonard which was the stupidest name Nikki should think of. Nikki couldn’t stop looking at the dumb bunny tail that would shake when she laughed. It had been two months of college for Sasha and he could see the way that she was changing. Nikki wasn’t sure that he liked seeing all the changes.

“Sugar Pie, we should get going now. The party has already started and I still need to pick up the keg for the house.” She looked down at the man on the couch who was staring up at her like a lost puppy dog.

“Why don’t you head over there, Len? It’s Friday night and I haven’t had any time to spend with my brother. I’ll take a taxi over later.” She didn’t really give him any room to argue as she moved her legs for him to stand up. The boy was flustered but tilted her head back letting him kiss her. The way her cherry lips attached to his, turning his mouth the same color as her lipstick had the boy flustered when he pulled away. Nikki watched her swipe her lip over her top lip and the guy swallowed. That fucking guy couldn’t handle her. He left shaken and the smile on her face was bright. With him gone the first thing Nikki did was slide across the couch so he took the man's spot.

“You’re not really dating him, right?” Vince asked, squeezing the bunny tail as he passed with a look of pure delight on his face at her costume, “That’s a real playmate costume.” She rolled her eyes at the lead singer. Leave it to Vince to be able to tell just from squeezing her tail that she was in the actual Playboy suit.

“He’s in the Frat that my sorority is close to. We’ve been out a lot together.” She shrugged her shoulders, her feet slipped between Nikki’s legs, one of her ankles resting on his left knee. He sat back, his hand sliding to rest on her ankle. He did it casually so it didn’t look like he was freaking out like he was inside. Fucking Sasha and her easy going nature were throwing the bassist off so much tonight he felt like he was in a fog, “And I got a job as a waitress at the Playboy club which is why I’m in uniform. So I have a favor to ask you.” She plucked the cigarette out of Nikki’s mouth that he had just lit to keep his mind off whatever game she was playing. “I work late a few nights and I don’t want to have to go back up to school so can I crash on the couch a couple nights a week?” She looked at Tommy who was already jumping up picking her up and spinning her around. The energy the drummer had at all times was absolutely insane. He woke up going 100 miles an hour like he was now.

“HELL FUCKING YEAH! You’re going to be back on the Strip with us!” He set her down watching the way she smiled at him, she had called a few nights from school and she wasn’t sleeping. He was sure she took the job in hopes of getting a couple hours of sleep a night, “I can walk you back too. That way you’re not out late by yourself because mom would kill me.” Sasha looked past Tommy to where Nikki was sitting on the couch watching her.

“Good. Can I sleep over tonight?” Her eyes didn’t leave Nikki’s and he looked away grabbing the bottle of Jack off the table. Something was almost aggressive about her tonight and Nikki needed to make sure he stayed ahead of whatever was going on. Which was going to be very hard because she was literally dressed like his fantasy.

“Of course!” Tommy didn’t seem to see the exchange between her and the bassist. Or if he did he knew better than to comment on it.

“Won’t your boyfriend get mad about you not going to the Frat party?” Nikki asked from the couch, he was grumpy like Mick usually was, and she knew it was because of her. Sasha smirked knowing her plan of making him jealous was working.

“I said we went out a few times. So he’s not really my boyfriend. Are you guys going out or back to the apartment for an after party?” She turned to Tommy as she swatted Vince’s hands away from her bunny tail he was trying to squeeze again. “Down, boy.” She teased giving the singer a look that made Nikki stand up.

“Apartment. Let’s go.” His hand was on her upper arm already dragging her out. He tried to put his leather jacket over her shoulders to cover her but she kept shrugging it off. “It’s cold.” He commented as a car drove past catcalling and whistling. When she blew them a kiss he turned to give Tommy a look for some support but the drummer was just laughing.

“Stop walking so fast.” She complained, pulling her arm out of Nikki’s and falling back a few paces. Vince squeezed the tail again. “Stop.” She smacked his hands away watching him smirk at her as the boys all got ahead of her. They were all idiots, she decided watching the way Tommy ran with Vince through traffic to a group of girls across the street. They were probably going to spread word about a party that was BYOB so they wouldn’t have to buy anything.

Sasha’s high heels clicked against the concrete as she walked and she shivered wishing she hadn’t been trying to make Nikki jealous of people looking at her. She could use his coat now that they had been walking for a few minutes. She looked up seeing the bassist waiting for her on the corner. Sasha reached out her hand smirking when he laced their fingers together and turned into the street. Nikki had slowed his pace, realizing she was teetering in the high heels. She leaned into him, her skin cold.

“You’re really working at the Playboy club?” He asked as they headed up the stairs. The way her hips swung side to side he could see why Vince had a hard time keeping his hands off her bunny tail. Sasha nodded her head, moving to the window that was open about an inch. She was glad that they had made it back to the apartment first. She wanted to sit down without hearing a thousand people talking over each other. “Aren’t you worried about what people might think?” He asked as she stepped inside. Sasha looked up at him, confused.

“What would anyone think of me being a waitress?” She asked him. Nikki didn’t want to say it was him that was worried. All the men that went to those clubs and her in that little costume of hers, spilling out so that eyes didn’t want to leave her. She could see his eyes on her outfit and she nodded her head in understanding. “Well, I’m wearing more than what Tommy wears on stage and I’m making more money in tips than you probably made for the show tonight.” He didn’t mean to offend her but there was this annoyance in her voice.

“I have vodka!” They both turned to see Tommy coming in the window, followed by a group of people all trying to push their way through. “Take shots with me.” He was pulling her into the kitchen, both of them laughing like little kids.

Nikki watched her all night only losing sight of her when his head was down to snort a line. She had been practically glued to Tommy’s side. They called him and the drummer the terror twins but the way that Sasha and T-Bone were together was even worse. They took turns pouring vodka down each other’s throats like water, they had set fire to the carpet when she pointed out a cockroach, and she was this wingwoman for him having girls feel comfortable around him so he could pull three girls at a time in his room- which he was sneaking away to do now. But as soon as Tommy left her she was swarmed by guys and he could see she fucking loved it.

He watched the way she would pull a cigarette from her pack and how they would light it for her. This party trick never ceases to make her laugh. At one point she was looking for a place to sit and someone had lifted her up setting her on the counter. Nikki had almost dove across the room when he put his hands on her. But he knew better. He was going to keep his distance because there was no way she was going to do something bad. He was able to contain it until some fucking guy leaned in whispering in her ear. He could see the pink blush sliding over her cheeks and only could imagine what he was saying. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck letting him lift her down from the counter and letting him lead her to his fucking room. Nikki was to them before they even had a chance to turn the doorknob.

“Get the fuck out.” He warned the guy. The man turned stunned to see Nikki standing there but the bassist wasn’t in the mood, “In the room, Angel.” he told the girl watching as she pulled away from the man and opened the door to Nikki’s room.

“I know her from school-”

“I’m not going to ask you again to get out of my apartment. If I need to make you leave it’s going to be a real problem for you.” Nikki warned. He could see the kid calculating the words being spoken to him. In the end the kid left and Nikki opened the door to his room.

Sasha didn’t bother to turn to look at him. She had her back to him, her hands tracing over his bureau. She had kicked off her shoes leaving them in the middle of the floor for Nikki to trip on when he woke up in the morning. Sasha had been around Nikki enough to know when he was angry and she had been pushing all of his buttons tonight. The sound of his door locking and the soft scraping of his chair against the rug to go under the handle made her heart catch in her throat. She could feel him behind her, close enough that the warmth of his body was radiating against her. His hands were on her leg sliding up the tights, chuckling deeply as he flicked the bunny tail, her hands still moved up, over the curve of her hips to the small of her waist where he squeezed as if realizing for the first time how slim she was, before moving up again.

Nikki wanted her. All the teasing and flirting with other men. Seeing her parading around in the bunny costume, kissing boys, the hands of men reaching out to get a touch of her had been driving him crazy. Then she had the audacity to try and take another man into his room. It was too much for him to take. He tugged down the zipper, without a word, letting the tight costume come loose from her body. She didn’t say anything, just stepped out of the outfit, watching as he reached out her to lay it flat on his bureau.

Sasha licked her lips, his hands were moving to her tights and panties that he rolled off herin one careful motion, laying them on top of her costume. The fluttering feeling was in her stomach and she could feel this weight between her legs of warmth as she thought about what was going to come next. Nikki turned her around, his eyes taking in the fully naked girl in front of him. Her tits perky with pink nipples already pointed, just begging for his mouth to suckle them. He wanted to leave purple hickeys all over her, marking every inch of Sasha as off limits to anyone but him. She was watching him take her in, her blue eyes curious as to what he was going to do with her now that he had her naked.

“I didn’t like you bringing a boyfriend to a show.” he told her, watching the way she rolled her eyes at him, “It’s not funny, angel. I’m not laughing. I’m not smiling. It’s not a fucking game.” he didn’t like how she was just looking at him smiling. Sasha reached out, her fingers stroking his cheek, her simile widening as NIkki’s eyes closed and he pressed his face into her hand. He was getting right to where she had wanted him to be.

“It has to be a game with you, Nikki. You don’t want to date me because you refuse to be serious with anyone. So it’s like a game of cat and mouse.” her nails scratched at his face softly, “Gotcha.” she whispered, making his green eyes flash open. He had played right into her hands. She had done everything to make him jealous and make it to this moment in time. Now that she was naked in front of him, the emotions rising all night what was he supposed to do.

“No one is going to win this game.” he warned her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was going to end up hurt and Nikki liked her too much for that to happen. Sasha shrugged her shoulders slightly.

“Why don’t you just kiss me, Sixx? Instead of reading off your warning label. I don’t want anything other than you to kiss me right now. It doesn’t have to be anymore than that.” she was lying to him and they both knew it. They both could see how they wanted each other, all of each other in that selfish way like kids who couldn’t share toys. NIkki had proved tonight that he didn't want her around anyone else. But she was giving herself to him and he was going to take it.

His hands slid to her ass lifting her up easily, letting her wrap herself around him. If she wanted to play with fire he was going to make her burn. As soon as he pressed his lips to hers in the desperate hungry kiss he felt like he was falling. It was like the first time he did drugs. The overwhelming comfort of something to get lost in. She surprised him with the wetness of her tongue exploring his mouth before he could slide his into hers. She kissed just as desperately as he felt. The feeling of her tongue round his, his teeth biting her bottom lip, pulling it closer into the kiss. How could he only have just a kiss? He pressed her against the bed, feeling her hands pulling at his clothes. Sasha didn't want anything between them. She wanted to feel Nikki against her, all of him without a barrier.

“Just the shirt.” he begged her as she went to untie his leather pants, “Just the shirt, angel. If I’m naked I won’t be able to control myself.” his mouth was trying to find hers again but she pulled away, the way she looked at him. Those blue eyes lustful and shining like stars, her lips pouting accented only from the fact he had been roughly kissing her, he was fucking screwed. He would have done anything she wanted at that point.

“Nikki, please, I just want to see all of you. I want to touch every part of you. Please, Nikki.” The way she said his name and how polite she was. He didn’t even realize he was untying his pants until they were bunched up around his ankles. “Oh my god.” It was worth it for that reaction from her. She gave him a shy blush then and he knew he needed to control himself. Sasha made room for him to come back onto the bed, her legs moving to weave with his as they continued kissing, like sloppy teenagers. His hands went to her breasts, the hiss she released, as he tugged at her nipples. She was so sensitive, bucking against him.

“You like this, angel?” he asked his thumb and pointer finger rolling her nipples, tugging at them and getting the soft throaty moans to come from her. Nikki used this opportunity to kiss along her throat. He wanted to leave little marks for that piece of shit college boy to find later. He wanted to see her tomorrow putting cover up on the marks or tying a scarf. He felt so possessive over the girl who was very much not his. He had made it clear he didn’t date and she had made it clear she still wanted this. Sasha’s hand crept up between them gripping Nikki’s hardness in her smaller hands, moving up and down  as she kissed him. Wet mouths so hunger for each other and desperate to make the night they were having to last for as long as it could. “A little faster, like this.” he moved her hand up and down his length, watching the pink of her cheeks as he bucked against her motion, NIkki was trying to open up her thighs, he wanted to dip his fingers into her honey and lick up the sweet taste of her body. But she was managing to keep her legs together despite the ache between them wanting him. Her mouth was hungry for him and greedy as she took in his taste. It was like he was made of alcohol and sorrow; it was all she could taste on his tongue and she was in love with it.

“Oh fuck, Sixx.” Sasha whimpered feeling his mouth move down, a tongue licking over one of her hard nipples. Her hips pushed forward making her moan as she pressed into the solid thigh. She was stroking him like crazy now, a puddle in his arms as they laid in the bed beside each other. Nikki could feel her wetness against his thigh and pushed his leg against her hearing her moan loudly. Thin layers of sweat were on both their bodies now. His hand moved to her back and hip, helping her grind into his thigh, the wet pussy of hers throbbing against him as he helped her ride him.

“I’m going to cum, angel, but I want you to keep riding my thigh.” she nodded weakly moving her hips like he was directing her to do. This build up in her stomach happening like nothing she felt before. To overload her senses more Nikkie was kissing her again. He was rougher now, his teeth gnashing against hers like he couldn't get enough. Their bodies mixed up buckling together as Nikki spilled himself onto her stomach, the warmth of his cum causing a gasp from her as he smiled against her lips. She sounded so surprised but the way she pressed her hips down spoke volumes to him, “Keep going, good girl.” he cooed watching her. It happened suddenly like she wasn’t sure what the hell was going on but she came, open mouth and moaned from her lips his name.

When she opened her eyes, she was gasping for breath and feeling like she was waking up from a dream. But he was there with her, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears, kissing the side of her mouth as if he knew she had just used up all her energy with him. She blushed looking at them both covered in each other.

“I would offer to go shower but there is a full party going on outside this room so all I can offer you is a tshirt to clean up with.” she nodded her head watching him get out of bed and pull a tshirt she had probably washed out of the drawer gently tossing it to her. He watched her clean up, this silence settling over them that he wasn’t sure how to break.

“We should probably try and get back to the party.” she was standing pulling on her underwear. It was obvious NIkki didn’t really know what to say or do, “I know you can’t do anything serious, Nikki, but I don’t want people thinking I’m just the chick you’re banging for the night. That’s just not who I am and it’s not who I want to be. But I’ll probably come back to sleep tonight if that’s cool.” she told him. “Maybe when you grow up, Peter Pan, I can be your Wendy.”  she teased reaching behind him to grab a t-shirt she could wear out to the party.

He let her leave the room, slightly baffled when she pulled out a beat up pair of Keds from under his be. She also stole a cigarette laughing as she waltzed out into the room of people like she had never left it. Only now he knew her differently. And she was covered in hickeys that were peeking out from where she tried to cover them with her hair. Nikki wished he wasn’t the way he was but part of him was grateful she knew that he wasn’t going to be serious about her. Even though he liked Sasha he didn’t want to disappoint her. It would save them both a lot of heartache if they just didn’t get together, he hoped; right now all he could think about was she would leave after the weekend and he didn’t know what happened at that college campus but it left his stomach turning. Nikki redressed not wanting to think about anything at the moment because for someone who usually knew what they wanted he had no fucking idea.

[peachyproserpina]

Wickedly Domestic

John Wick x OC

Chapter 3: Meetings and Breakdowns

TW: none

Maria was sweating, not from her run, not from the meeting with the most dazzling person she had ever met. No, she was sweating because she was speeding trying to not be any more late them she already was with her meeting with the fucking CEO of her job. She pulled into a space in the underground parking lot before she threw on her heels and booked it to the elevator leading to the lobby. She could feel her calves complain while her tits were basically bouncing out of her bra. In her rush to get dressed and get out the door she didn't think to even put on tights or a good bra. The drive over had been a mess, she never understood while she bothered driving when she had to go into the city, there was always traffic. If there was something you could count on when it came to New York was traffic and tourists. She had managed to not rear end multiple people on the way into work but that did nothing to help her anxiety, adding the fact she was running late to this meeting and she was almost t-boned at an intersection she was panicking.

She could feel the anxiety build up in her veins and makes her blood run cold despite the fact she could run a hand down the back of her neck and come up with a bucket of sweat. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, tapping her nails on the screen of her phone, she checked the time and winced when she saw it was already half past 7. When the doors to the elevator finally dinged open she bit her lip and huddled in the back corner, there was only one other person she recognized in the elevator out of the 4 people already packed in. She couldn’t place a name to his face but his drab attire screamed ‘accounting’ to her. She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding and started to tackle the mess that was her hair.

She was still sweating and nervous and she could tell the other passengers in the car were getting tired of her tapping her toes. So busy freaking out about being late she didn’t notice when someone slid next to her and started picking at her hair with her; taking out the knots she couldn’t reach. She froze, someone was in her space, the elevator was filling up and if another intern thought they could feel her up because she was “new and fat” she was going to have a breakdown. She turned to face the intruder and let out a breath when she saw one of her friends. Arianna was working on getting the knots out of Maria’s hair, worrying her lip between her teeth before meeting Maria’s gaze and smiling.

“How’s it going dollface?” Arianna asked while she was rummaging through her bag to find her hair brush. Maria let out an audible breath before replying.

“Could be better, aren’t we like 30 minutes late to this meeting? As region manager you should be freaking the fuck out?”

“Maria, didn’t you get the email update? It was pushed back to 8 am. I told you to check your work email more often.” Arianna chided her, tugging playfully on Maria’s hair. Maria stuck her tongue out at her and moved onto working on her lipstick while her hair was being dealt with. Arianna fussed with her hair before giving up and dropping it back on her shoulders, she was the sole reason Maria has this job. Arianna was the one who vouched for her during the whole interview process, if it wasn’t for her she probably be washing dishes in a bar. While that isn’t a bad job it isn’t enough to keep up on her car payments.

“That’s good I guess. At least I can get something to eat and coffee before the meeting.” Maria unlocked her phone to a barrage of messages from her various group chats. She could feel her anxiety come back tenfold, usually her groups were quiet this early in the day. If everyone was up and making a ruckus someone was usually hurt, or in trouble. She furrowed her brow while she followed behind Arianna, letting her lead her to the line of the little cafe in the building. Opening her roommate chat she scrolled through the 100 plus messages she managed to miss in the short elevator trip up about 60 floors from the garage.

She started from the top, Tubbs, her cat got out again and hasn’t been home since Maria left for work. She cursed herself for leaving the front door unlocked in her rush to be on time. Tubbs was easily 20 pounds and had a knack for opening doors. She shuffled forward with the line,Bradley, her roommates dog would probably find Tubbs skulking around the property before her shift was done, so she wasn’t too worried. Her other roommate Libbie, who was woken up by the incessant ringing of the doorbell approximately 30 minutes ago had been messaging the chat since.

Libbie: I swear to FUCK Mari if you dont fucking ANSWER THESE I AM GOING TO KILL YOU MYSELF

Cooper: LOLOLOL calm down Libs, she was late to work

Mari: I have no fucking clue what yall are talking about.

Maria was brought back into the world by running into the order counter. She smiled when she saw her favorite barista working behind the counter. She rambled off her order before digging around her purse for her card. She was stopped when Mike, the barista stopped her.

“Don’t worry Mar, it’s on the house, you look like you need it.” Maria gaped like a fish and threw a $5.00 in the tip jar before walking away. Finding Arianna sitting on one of the plush couches she settled in next to her, turning her attention back to her phone. She was barraged by pictures of one of the most breathtaking flower arrangements she had ever seen. Delphiniums, peachy roses, purple hydrangeas, and dainty white bell flowers were all arranged in a huge black speckled vase. From the pictures it looked huge. At least a foot tall and she had no idea how big the round arrangement actually was.

Libbie: look, the guy said these were for you and and these are so fucking expensive. I’m pretty sure this fucking thing weighs 60 pounds. All the delivery guy, who woke me up btw, said it that it was addressed to you and needed to be delivered ASAP.

Mari: okay>>??? It could be like a stalker or something! Maybe it's my mom!

Cooper: We all know your mom is too fucking broke to order this many flowers for you. Maybe it’s your secret sugar daddy??

Mari: Okay Ouch,,,, ur right BUT still. I am not hiding a sugar DADDY from y'all. You think I would still be wearing walmart sports bras if i did have one???

Maria put her phone and silent before she got up and followed Arianna to the meeting room. It was in the executive offices, she they had another elevator ride up approximately 15 floors. Maria nestled herself in the back of the elevator and nursed her coffee.

“Rough morning?” Arianna ghosted her fingers under her own eyes, Maria gently touched her face, wincing when she could feel the bags under them. Maria shrugged, a noncommittal gesture she knew drove Arianna crazy.

“Yeah, my roommate is fucking the twink again and they woke me up at 4 am. I wasn’t able to get back to sleep so I went on a run, then I found this puppy on the trail at the swamp. Then I took her home and the owner was like, so fucking pretty.” Maria took a sip of her coffee before continuing, lowering her voice and the elevator filled with more people heading to the meeting filtered in. “Then Tubbs runs away because I was so fucking blindsided by how beautiful the guy was and I thought I was going to be late for this fucking meeting and apparently a huge fucking bouquet of flowers showed up for me like half an hour ago?” Maria pulled out her phone and unlocked it, shoving the group chat at Arianna. The other woman let out a gasp before she took the phone and scrolled through the chat history.

“Who do you think it was?? I don’t know anyone in the company, or you never told me about anyone you were seeing with the initials ‘J.W.’ and how hot was the guy with the dog?” Arianna handed the phone back before taking a sip of her own coffee. “Because like, your taste in men is trash, ladies you do a good job, but you would fuck a skeleton if it called you pretty.” Stepping out of the elevator, Maria slid it back into her purse before downing the last of her coffee and tossing the cup into the recycle bin by the meeting room door.

“I seriously have no fucking clue about the flowers, and he is like hot, like.” Maria tapped her finger to her chin, “like Adam Driver! But like, classically pretty. Like the kinda pretty you would find in an old painting from like the 1800’s or something.” Maria smiled and stuck her tongue out at Arianna’s shocked face before walking into the office and settling in her designated chair, which was thankfully next to Arianna’s.

“You are the only person who would think a painting from the 1800’s is pretty. Let alone Adam Driver. Him and his goofy fucking ears. So unless you can get a picture I am going to assume he is gross as all the other guys you've crushed on.” Arianna swiveled to look at Maria who was rolling her eyes. It was approaching 8 am. The room fell silent as the doors to the meeting room slammed open, the CEO walked in followed by the rest of the executive team. Arianna snapped her mouth shut before swiveling back to face the front of the meeting room.

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Golden Child Reaction To Their S/O Being More Clingy Than Usual || PT.1

This was requested :) I have many Golden Child Requests I'm getting to, so @ my Goldenness please be excited :)) also the Jangjun one is so long I don't know what came over me but my inner Jangjun love came out, some of these aren't always the best at doing the more clingy than usual vibe like I kinda used that as a guide and went with it or just used the word clingy and go with it since I previously have done this with Onewe and I don't want to repeat the same story's for ppl💖 as I post this I'm working on the part two so expect that very soon !! (Probably next few days)

Genre: Fluff

Gif credits to rightful owners 💫

Daeyeol

Okay so Daeyeol big friendly giant boyfriend and I think he'd be absolutely whipped for you

He'd always be the one to start any form of affection

You both where sitting on the couch and he was telling you about something Jangjun did to prank him

But you really wanted to kiss him since he kept pouting jokingly when explaining the situation to be extra

So when you stopping him from completing his sentence by asking if you could kiss him

He'd just go blank

It's not like you haven't kissed before but he always was the one to initiate it so your boldness caught him by surprise

He'd nod

But truly Daeyeol.exe has a network malfunction right there

After planting a quick kiss to his lips he would not stop smiling, completely forgetting what he was talking about

He adjusted how he was sitting on the couch

More so in a laying down position rather than sitting

You took it as a opportunity to cuddle

Daeyeol was not ready for the amount of times his heart was just going to do backflips from the simplest of actions

You don't know what came over you in this burst of affection and neither did Daeyeol but he wanted it to continue for as long as possible

Sungyoon

Bunny boyYYYYy I love YouUuUUU

I 100% believe he loves giving you kisses

Just planting so many all over your face

Since he just wants to shower his bb with all the love ??

Because of this you wanted to try a counter attack

You like initiating skinship but initiating kisses? Now that has you intimidated

Which is why Sungyoon will plant many kisses on your face and initiate kisses since if he doesn't there non existent

Now back to your counter attack

He was doing his usual of kissing your face starting from your forhead to the tip of your nose

when he got to your cheek, you quickly turned so you would plant a sweet kiss to his lips

Woop, woop we have another boy who's now not working since Sungyoon.exe is out of order and that's on your sudden affection

Once he'd processed it his smile would be so big his nose scrunched :))

Taking this as another opportunity you planted a kiss to his cheek and he'd be living for it

It's not usual to get kisses from you so he'd be incredibly dazed with love

"you know I love you, can I have another kiss?" He'd say looking at you with hopeful eyes

Cupping his face you kissed him

Very nice and sweet moment you wouldn't trade for the world

"I love you too"

God forbid me of living he's so precious

Jangjun

Okay now this crackhead loves affection and especially your affection

You make a act that you hate it but you truly love it

But Jangjun doesn't know that

He just thinks you aren't that affectionate but he special since he's the bf (( ꈍᴗꈍ))

You could tell he thought that way too

And you wondered how long you could keep that going

Since who doesn't love a little acting challenge game?

He'd always do aegyo till you agreed to hold his hand, kiss him, cuddle, anything

Earning a eye roll from you on occasions but always giving in which he loved

Since he thought even if you don't like affection you'll always accept his

Even if he has to fight for it a little you'll always give it to him which has him happiest boy ( ＾ω＾)

Going good for a while until the upcoming day

You got caught on being the affectionate person you are because of your soft spot for Joochan

Joochan wanted to go to the convenient store to fill the dorms kitchen with snacks since they where running low but didn't want to go alone

But everyone wasnt in the mood so you stepped up to the plate and did so

causing a smile on Jangjun's face to see you care for his members

But then he caught you red handed when you not Joochan, but you put out your hand for Joochan to hold as you both speed out the door laughing

He was taken aback

He thought he was the special bf that was the one to only get your affection even if he had to fight for it (｡•́︿•̀｡)

See when you got back you where not ready for the dramatic self that is Jangjun

"So you like holding hands with Joochan but not me" he said lifting his chin looking in the opposite direction of you

You couldn't help but burst into laughter

"Hey! It's not funny, I have to do aegyo and be cute to get you to hold my hand which you eye roll at just the aegyo but he gets a full on free pass? This doesn't add up since I am your LOVELY AND AFFECTIONATE boyfriend."

At this point you where wheezing

After collecting yourself you walked up to Jangjun and he gave you a sigh waiting for a good explanation

Since why??? was his non affectionate s/o letting Joochan hold their hand with no effort??? but he gotta do his little cute blinking repeatedly while pouting for it???

But you just wrapped your arms around his waist catching him by surprise

"I really like your affection Jangjun."

With that Jangjun heart has gone all mushy even if he wants to keep going about being extra he cannot anymore

You made him so soft :((

He is just (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) ready to give you the world asap

You looked up at him and smiled

"hey look at me." You said with a little laugh he quickly looked down and realized the small space between the two of your faces

You planted a quick peck to his lips and boy was his heart all yours

Now knowing your affectionate he's not gonna let that go btw since now he knows you love his affection just as much as he loves yours

Youngtaek

Beep beep another big cuddly giant boyfriend again

He's just a big dork and will give the world to hold you in his arms

You usually would decline his efforts to cuddle you or show skin ship

But then he'd give you those big puppy eyes and look so sad

Not even meaning too he just loves showering you in affection

It's not that you didn't like it you just got shy

Wether that be scared if he'd like it

which he totally would like it since why would he be giving you such doe eyes and requesting for it if not

You'd get especially shy if it was near the boys since pda just had you scared of judgement

Or for him to have to be in a uncomfortable position cuddling/have the everyone tease him

But with the look he had you didn't care about any judgement others had so you'd always go along with the display of affection

Other than his trys of affection you won't be caught initiating it ever

Even if you wanted to your small fears held you back

But then today happened

He decided to sleep at your house instead of the dorms since he missed your presence

You'd never tell him this but you love kissing him

He has such plush lips how could you not?

Pampering his face with kisses is something you always wanted to do since he's just so precious

You woke up before him and turned to see him sound asleep

Since you wouldn't have to face embarrassment

You leaned over planting may small kisses to his face

He wasn't ready but was very happy to wakeup to you kissed every square inch of his face

He'd keep his eyes close pretending to be asleep but would purposefully wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer

"why don't you do this all the time, I'd sell everything for your affection why are you giving me all the kisses I could ask for and more when I'm asleeeeep do it when I'm awakeeee" whine evident in his voice

Your face would be incredibly red but you'd laugh

Planting one more kiss to his nose you settled back down and barrier your face in his chest

"I'll try but don't expect too much of me." Maybe you could get over your inner fears for him

"Promise me?" Of course he'd have to give you his puppy dog eyes

"okay I'll promise to" nuzzling your face into his chest even more from pure embarrassment

This is notably probably Youngtaek's favorite day now

Since who wouldn't love waking up to kisses from the love of your life?

Seungmin

Seungmin was having a rough day

Trying to keep up with everything was just a hassle and it just really wasn't his day

He texted you to see if you'd be willing to come to the dorms which thankfully you where free so you said yes

When you arrived you could tell something was off in his mood

Usually not being a affectionate person you put that to the side

You'd be willing to cuddle or hold hands anytime it just wasn't your priority do Seungmin would have to push for it usually

You walked up to Seungmin who was being mopy sitting up on his bed

You crawled to be right next to him and into his arms in which you kissed his cheek before asking what was wrong

Seungmin couldn't help the smile that came to his face from your signs of affection since he knows you don't go out and do it

So when you took the time to get into his arms and kiss him

He couldn't help but have his mood become better

After explain it was just a off day you snuggled farther into him

He didn't know that such a precious person could exist and that he was dating them

You'd fallen asleep like that and he said a small thank you for being affectionate with him even if its not your usual

He said while you where asleep since he felt a little shy to thank you when awake and you'd brush it off anyway just saying it's the best thing to do

Which you aren't wrong

Part 2

[naivesilver]

top 5 adaptations of the Fairy from Pinocchio? (or maybe top 5 best AND 5 worst?)

I spent so long staring at this and wondering if I even KNEW five good Fairies, but it turns out I do, albeit mostly for asinine reasons. Anyway AHFAKKJKFHAHJKJA thank you <3

Ask me my top 5 anything

Obviously under the cut because I couldn't resist and did BOTH

The salt AKA the worst of the worst first:

1) Piccolino No Bouken

Surprised? I suppose most would have expected me to put the Disney Fairy first, and I did, too, for a while, but as I was sitting in my car pondering this ranking I realized I was SEETHING with rage about this one, so I had to rearrange things a bit. This, guys, is where my Fairy hate begins - not the book, not the Mouse's interference. This woman.

I hate her. I hate her SO MUCH, for all that I love this adaptation more than most things in the world, and that the choices made about her characterization were a huge inspiration for me. Not only does she not send Pinocchio to school, instead teaching him on her own, she is the only one to actively keep Pinocchio from his father - indeed, she makes the choice for them, saying to Geppetto's face that it would be best for the boy to be taught something before he goes back home. Who the hell are you to make this call, uh? You have known him for a day at most! You left him hanging from a fucking tree all night! I wouldn't trust you with a bloody lapdog, nevermind a child!

Also she lets Pinocchio believe she's dead UNTIL THE VERY END. She turns into a bird while he cries at her tomb. Are we fucking serious now? Leave him alone.

(Yes, this is elementary school me howling for revenge. I've been mad about this longer than reason would let me. Sue me.)

2) Disney's Pinocchio

Bane of my existence. I don't know if anyone remembers that pic of me at the Pinocchio theme park I posted a while ago, but basically in that moment they were putting up a little show to tell children a little bit of the OG story, and they asked the audience if they knew what color the Fairy's hair was - a few said blonde, and I, being on stage next to her, distinctly heard her mutter "dammit, Disney". I've been living with that mantra since then.

Nobody asked you to make that puppet sentient, ma'am. He doesn't owe you shit. Aside from that, just like Jiminy Cricket, she ruined her character in a good two thirds of future adaptation. And while we're speaking of Jiminy, WHY did she think it would be a good idea to entrust a little boy to a slime ball such as him? He's too horny to have an ounce of sense. Conscience, my ass.

Basically...begone, asshole.

3) Pinocchio and the Emperor of the Night

This film is so horrible, the Fairy had no chance to be decent at all. A cheap copy of the Disney one, with the addendum that she turns MULTIPLE toys into living beings while holding them responsible for whatever they do after. Basically Victor Frankenstein, but make it a poorly dressed woman from a direct-to-TV movie that shouldn't have existed at all.

-100/10, at least you're pretty, but by God, SHUT UP.

4) Once Upon a Time

Honest to God if she doesn't keep her filthy hands off my faves she's gonna get a slap across the face so strong her Wish Realm self ought to feel it sting. I am not exaggerating.

Seven seasons in, she hasn't done ANYTHING useful that I can remember. She's not even good at her own fucking job! Not only that, she's traumatized and guilt-tripped a good chunk of the population of Storybrooke, including first and foremost my beloved son August. The Pavlovian reaction I had every time she appeared on screen can't be described in coherent words, only in eagle screeches.

She's wrong. On principle, she's wrong. Let's move on.

5) Luigi Comencini's Le Avventure di Pinocchio

Doesn't rank higher only because she's played by Gina Lollobrigida (my beloved). She's book accurate, which means she'd be annoying as fuck as it is, but what little they added only makes her worse.

She has the gall to tell Pinocchio she'd like to see him happier. Like, apart from the fact that the ghost of his father's deceased wife isn't exactly the most reassuring person to hear it from...Said father has been swallowed by a giant fish. You told that boy he's only going to see his father if he studies hard. You keep turning him into a puppet anytime he misbehaves. What did you expect, that he would do the Macarena every time he entered your house? I am honestly too shocked to say any more. What the fuck.

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Okay, I've been enraged enough for a single night. Let's move onto brighter shores!

1) Enzo D'Alò's Pinocchio

Enzo D'Alò knows what the fuck is UP!!! The only one with the courage to let the Fairy be a weird little girl - not only for a short time, but up until the end of the movie! That takes guts! Balls of steel!

I've said before that this movie has nothing memorable to it, and it's true, but also...Pinocchio wanted a sister so bad, and the movie gave him one. And they even explained the plot hole of the medallion with Pinocchio's face in it! That's twice as good as the fact that they cut out the most awful parts of her story, which is already delightful.

Thank you, Mr D'Alò. You have my trust until the end of days.

2) The Adventures of Buratino

Speaking of weird girls, this one is officially balls to the walls enough to gain my respect. She's bothersome to Pinocchio, but she's bothersome to everyone and everything, so I'll let it pass. Her role is exclusively to appear out of nowhere and do batshit insane stuff for no good reason at all. A star.

Plus, other than having an handwashing obsession that I've felt very keenly in the past year and a half, she also has a boyfriend - her and Pierrot are the original girlboss and malewife, I'm not accepting any criticism on the matter.

(Fun fact: when I was a young kid I once dreamt that the Piccolino No Bouken Fairy was dating a big, buff and blonde farmhand. He wooed her by gifting Pinocchio a dog. Apparently I've always been very interested in Fairies getting a love life and staying the fuck away from my specialest little boy.)

3) Pinocchio miniseries

"Serena, but you said you were disappointed in this adaptation so many times!" True. But consider: I am also very, very queer, and Violante Placido being motherly and wearing wispy dresses stirred SOMETHING in 11yo me that I can't very well ignore.

In hindsight, she and the Cricket probably had something going on behind the scenes, which is a shame. Miss Fairy, I swear, you could do better than Luciana Littizzetto in an ill-fitting green suit. She's gonna break your heart and lose your puppet charge in a crowd of little idiots. Do me instead.

4) Pinocchio Vampire Slayer

This woman kills monsters - and she's damn good at it! Honestly, so badass, and such a good mother figure too, even in trying times. I don't want to spoil the comic much to those who haven't read it, but she and Cherry are the highlight of the first volume and I am very fond of them. A+.

5) Matteo Garrone's Pinocchio

This one's book accurate, too, but Garrone did something with her that almost burst in tears in a crowded theater. She's awful, and irritating, but she's...she's so human, too. I can't rage against a Fairy that's so impossibly human even during the smallest of scenes. It breaks me over and over again.

Look at her SMILING, for pity's sake, am I supposed to think there's some warmth in the dead lady? Fuck you, Matteo, what did you do to me? I am an honored Fairy hater. You're going to ruin my reputation if you keep this up.

[carinyms]

We're three days from the Loki finale and I’m back to spout more meta and theories about episodes 5 & 6! It’s a long one (again.)

I really enjoyed episode five. People have complained that they felt it didn't do much to move the show forward, but one of the things I've loved most about this show is the time it takes to sit with the characters and learn about their backstory, their feelings. (I'm always a little bugged when critics say that an episode hasn't done enough to move the plot forward, because without adequate character development, why should I care about the plot?) I thought the pacing of it was really well balanced.

….and I have never been so nervous for a finale in my entire life. There’s a lot of reasons.

The first is just the fact that I’ve been waiting for this show for a whole year, and the anticipation and excitement of it literally helped get me through the pandemic--so when those final end credits roll I’m going to be a whole mess no matter what happens. (I really hope the rumors floating around about season two are accurate) I also just feel like it’s somewhat inevitable that this is our final farewell to Tom’s Loki, and like—I’ll never be ready, but especially right now, amidst all the rampant controversy around this show, I’m just not ready to deal with that. I have a *small* modicum of hope that this won't be the case, but it feels unlikely. Anyway, guess I’ll die.

I really want this show to stick the landing, so to say. I loved the last episode, but a lot of the response has been that it felt like a lull in the plot. I want this show to end in a satisfying bang so it can get the credit it deserves.

Also I’m a whole hypocrite eating my words from last week—I’m fully on-board with Loki/Sylvie now (not that I was ever really against it)--I’m not sure why I’m surprised. They’re so adorable and wholesome, and I’m in love with seeing Loki in love. It’s so precious. (Just as a PSA, if you’re not into them that’s chill, and you’re allowed to dislike a ship without trying to justify your opinion by labeling shippers as morally problematic. Selfcest isn’t a real thing, therefore there isn’t a moral high ground to stand on here. Okay? Okay.) Wherever it ultimately leads, their relationship is still a really sweet exploration of them both growing and learning how to love themselves and trust others. Also, them cuddling under a tablecloth is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen with my two eyes.

MY THEORIES:

I love Sylvie so much, SO MUCH — and she is 100% going to stab Loki in the back by the end of the next episode. I don’t think the betrayal is going to stick, and by the end they’ll both be on the same page again, but the conversations on trust have been way too one-sided for my comfort. If nothing else she's going to seriously consider it. Here’s one way I can see that going. Spoiler alert: it hurts.

Sylvie betrays Loki at one point—and we see Loki’s growth and arc come full circle as, even after being betrayed by the person he hinged his entire development around, he still believes in doing the right thing, in saving her regardless. It ends in a heart-wrenching self-sacrifice of some kind, and his actions serve as the catalyst for her full development as well. We keep seeing different versions of Loki die for their ‘glorious purpose’, just like how Classic Loki shouts the phrase as he was consumed by Aloith (RIP King, I love you).

Loki has already called Sylvie his glorious purpose (or inferred it). There’s been backlash around him saying that, but the way I see it, it’s less “I’m obsessed with this girl she’s my purpose now” and more “I believe that she’s the best version of us and I’m going to make it my purpose to help her succeed and be what the rest of us aren’t”. That’s why seeing all the other variant Loki’s at their worst in the Loki clubhouse (? what do I call this lol) only fuels him more to find her. I think about what Mobius told him: “You exist to cause pain and suffering and death, all so others can achieve the best versions of themselves”. I don’t think Loki truly believes he can be the best version of Loki — I think he saw Sylvie and thought, "it's her". He’s decided he’s going to help her achieve the best version of herself, but he'll do it giving her love and trust and devotion, rather than through betrayal, pain and suffering. He’s re-writing his pre-determined role, in his own small way. I’m so proud of him.

So who’s behind it all and what’s truly going on here? (This isn’t really one theory, more like a string of possibilities and I don’t really know how they’d fit together.)

I still think it’s another version of Loki. And if it is, I can’t help but appreciate the connections between his position dictating the end of time in the show in relation to Loki’s role in the Norse myths, where he’s the catalyst for the destruction of all things. It feels relevant, considering the whole idea that ‘the end of time hasn’t been written yet’ has come up twice now. That would be a fascinating tie-in to the mythology. (Also—Alioth looks like a giant dog. And Fenrir’s role in Ragnarok was devouring the world—I realize this is a reach but am I the only person seeing this connection?) The thing I really can’t predict is the motivation. What would cause a Loki to want to prevent Loki’s from changing? Was there something that happened in the sacred timeline this Loki is trying to preserve? (I also like the idea of us maybe seeing another version of Sylvie behind it all, but I’m just going to leave that rabbit hole alone. )

But here’s the theory I can’t stop thinking about. There’s a theory floating around tik tok (by user twelvepercentcredit) saying the ‘castle’ we see beyond Alioth looks like a place called the House of Ideas, something that appeared in a (discontinued?) Loki comic. Here’s the wiki page on it. Just looking at the imagery of this compared to the location we’re seeing in the trailers, it’s too similar to be a coincidence. The huge bookshelves, the towering ceilings.

Here’s a description from the wiki:

“The House of Ideas is also home to a library which archives the exploits of every hero who has ever existed in the form of books, written unconsciously by the collective minds of their believers. This collection is curated by Now and Then, two of the children of Eternity. Now and Then routinely seek out heroes to bring into the House of Ideas to bargain with them and give their collections more pages, therefore more time for adventures and exploits. “

And later on the page on how Loki ties in:

“Heeding the desire in Loki's heart to do more with his life, Now and Then approached Loki and brought him to the House of Ideas,[5] where they struck up with him the deal to give more pages to his collection of exploits, rewriting the Books of Loki with a hero's stories in exchange for an eventual hero's death.”

Are they gonna play with the exact happenings of this? I don't know, but it sounds pretty cool!

It would be gutsy to go this route with the show given how meta it is, but I love the idea of it. Would they put characters that embody the abstract ideas of “Eternity” “Now & Then” into the show in the last episode? I’m not sure. Something I could see as a possibility though is an alternate version of Loki having overthrown whoever was previously guarding the timeline, and Loki and Sylvie will have to take them down in turn, thus ‘releasing’ the multiverse to its default, chaotic state.

What if our Loki’s ultimate destiny, ultimate Glorious Purpose, is to release the timelines--restoring all the variants back to their original timelines--and remain in this place for eternity, guarding the timeline and ensuring the multiverse is allowed to exist in its natural state? It seems a pretty fitting role for the God of Chaos. It would also explain why whoever’s behind the TVA would be so desperate to eliminate all variant Loki, if that was his ultimate destiny.

It would be an effective way to remove Hiddleston’s Loki from the movie-verse without killing him, AND place both Sylvie and any other Loki variants back in the the main timeline for use in future films—which we know has to happen somehow, because Young Avengers is definitely happening, and Kid Loki has got to get out of the void somehow.

And yea, this outcome would hurt like a bitch. Because even though that would truly be a lovely glorious purpose for our Loki, he’d be alone. And the whole point of this show is that he doesn’t have to be alone! It would be a very poetic sacrifice for him to take on the burden of watching over the timelines alone for all eternity so that his other variants could be the best versions of themselves, but I really just want him to be happy. I will be crying my eyes out if this happens. I’ll be proud but I won’t be okay.

And this all is probably speculative nonsense and could go off in an entirely different direction. Who knows. All in all, I just really want to see Loki fully believe in himself and his ability, to truly absorb what he said about being stronger than he realizes, and to take control of his destiny.

WHAT I WANT (NEED) FROM EPISODE 6:

Let Hunter B-15 and Mobius team up to burn the place to the ground. She was nerfed in the time-keeper fight, I want to see B-15 kick some ass.

I kind of want Ravonna to escape and be a character that carries over into the films for her tie-ins with Kang? I want to see more of her.

Give Loki a new badass costume. I’m begging. If he’s gonna go down, he deserves to go down in something other than khakis.

And then I want to see him and Sylvie fighting side by side in matching outfits.

I want a Mobius-level hug between them. Or a kiss. Or both. But I want the hug more. And you know what? I want her to initiate the hug or kiss or whatever it is because I want Loki to experience receiving love and affection from others as much as giving it. He deserves it ok??

I expect Mobius on a jet ski in the post credits and if I don’t get it I riot

@marvel these are my demands.

As always, if you've made it this far I'd love to hear your thoughts!

[eleven-oh-five]

We lost a friend today.

When you’re in your 20’s, the last thing you think about is burying a friend. Sure, accidents happen but not to me, right?

Today I learned the hard way that isn’t the case.

After a night of random insomnia, I get a call from a friend around 9 telling me that he’s gone. I didn’t understand, where had he gone?

Then she said that he’s dead.

At this point I don’t know what to say and am in shock. Husband takes the phone and asks what she needs from us at this time and she asks that we come over. We quickly change, grab our shit, and are out the door.

Upon arriving, she’s making phone calls informing friends of the tragic news. Husband calls our friend’s boss, as he used to work for that company, to inform the news as well.

At this point the coroner hadn’t arrived and the body was still in the house. She says that she wants to go sit with him and asks me to sit with her, so I do. I sit with her until about an hour and a half later and we’re watching his body be placed into the medical examiner’s truck and drive away.

No one tells you that, after someone dies, you’ll have the body of the deceased in your presence for hours after EMT’s determine there’s nothing they can do. That they’re gone. This was not a quick process. For better or for worse, I guess.

I’m thankful that the children were with their grandma and will never have to see their father the way we did. The body that I saw didn’t even look like him to me. He looked like a stranger who was all the wrong colors, only vaguely looking like the man I knew.

Many friends, family members, and coworkers stopped by to offer support. Many tears were shed. Many memories shared. We laughed, we cried, we found solace in the silence. We also all became sticky, sweaty messes because it was 100° out but we still embraced one another.

Nothing in life prepares you for this.

When his mom arrived from out of state and the children came home, it was time to tell them the truth. They were suspicious and it couldn’t be avoided any longer. I asked her if she wanted me there or if she wanted to do this alone with mom but she wanted me there.

The children had recently lost a dog and were explained about heaven and generally understood that this is a place people and animals go when they can’t be with us anymore. I’m not religious at all but this isn’t the time to be worrying about my beliefs.

This, however, was much more difficult than telling a child a dog won’t be coming home anymore. This is their father you’re talking about.

As gently as possible, it was explained that their daddy got sick in the night and went to heaven. He wouldn’t be coming home again.

The 4 year old understood this in generalities but was obviously confused. The 7 year old instantly bottled up his feelings and internalized whatever he was thinking. When promoted both children said they had no thoughts to discuss at the moment, which is fine.

The children went to a friend’s house for the night to give her time to grieve alone and they’ll return tomorrow.

I realized when I got home that imposter syndrome hit me pretty hard. I didn’t feel like I belonged there despite being like family to my friends and they’re like family to husband and I, too. When she wanted me there with her for significant parts of the day, I felt like it should have been someone else. I didn’t voice this or object to any request, it’s just something I noticed.

The days coming are going to be difficult. Today was hard. So, so hard.

I’ll never forget how he treated me like a person and not just husband’s significant other who he has to tolerate. He would teach me about his hobbies, which were also husband’s hobbies, so that I could participate in the conversation. While I didn’t always understand, he made a conscious effort to include me.

There’s so many little things I keep thinking of. Like how we’d always be a team on Smash and he’d put her and husband on a team because we kicked ass together even though I legit sucked at the game. Or how I surpassed being an auntie and became Momma Myiah to the kids because I meant more to him and them. Or how he nearly got kicked out of my wedding for being an ass only to turn around and have wood glue all over the back of his pants like a shit stain.

We were the first friends to arrive and the last to leave.

It’s just so surreal. He had so much more to live for.

Right now I’m just hurting and I’ll grieve in time. My husband lost his best friend and we’re all doing the best we can to cope.

[secretaccountt]

SKZ Roommate Headcanon

(Not me getting lazy towards the end 😞✋)

Felix

•100% always wants to cuddle

•He sends you memes at 3 AM

•”have you seen this one”

•”yes Felix, go to bed”

•definitely also ft you and tells you he misses you even though he’s a room away

•he’s clingy asf 🤭

•Scares the fuck out of you with that voice 🤩

•But you secretly love it

•PILLOW FIGHTS!

•Fortnite dances to distract you from homework

•”Felix please I have to finish this”

•”Just watch this one more”

•Everyone just assumes either you like him or he likes you

•You’re just really close friends

•You both joke about getting married in front of everyone to play into their suspicions

•You end up actually falling for him

•He always practices singing in front of you for criticism

•He teaches you piano

•Bakes all the time

•says yeet a lot

•He always asks you to do his makeup

•in return he does yours

•You play with his hair a lot

•HIS PONYTAILS

•You both stay up at crazy hours in each others rooms just talking

•expect picnics all the time

•Video games are a must for you two

•he’s very competitive

•you sit between his legs while he brushes your hair

•He loves all the compliments you give him

•You count his freckles when you’re bored

•”Y/N what are you doing”

•”Counting the stars”

•You watch him practice dancing with the other members

•sings you to sleep

•”CAN WE GET A DOG??!”

•Felix being the best roommate and friend you could ever ask for

Bang Chan

•He always switches between speaking Korean and English to you

•”Shit I forgot you can’t understand”

•You usually join his lives because the fans secretly love you more

•You see Chan as an older brother

•Arguments but not big ones because he has a temper 🤭

•”Chan the WiFi-“

•”I CAN’T CONTROL THE WIFI”

•Him giving you advice whenever you need it

•and when you don’t

•He makes you breakfast in bed

•Expect The Weeknd to be playing in his room at all times

•He tries teaching you Korean

•sings you to sleep like Felix

•daily runs

•”I’m tired Chan”

•”Keep going!”

•teases you about your crushes

•he gives his fans more attention than you but that’s okay because they give you more attention

•Stay ship you two together

•This is funny to you but not to him

•He wakes you up at like 5 AM everyday

•”Fuck off Christopher”

•over protective

•Has a billion pictures of you in his gallery

•you swear your mother had another kid and didn’t tell you because you and Chan are definitely siblings

•You’re not actually siblings-

Changbin

•Your house is always clean

•He almost never wears shirts with sleeves

•He catches you staring at his arms a lot

•”like what you see?”

•”Shut up Changbin”

•Lots of blushing-

•from you

•Walks out the bathroom after a shower in nothing but a towel

•Teases you about how blushy you are

•saying you wanted him was one way to put it

•Kills you with that damn smirk 🧎‍♀️

•Shows you new raps he wrote

•you usually sit in the studio 3racha

•you touch his biceps a lot

•you always compliment his singing because it surprises you

•”I’m a rapper, y/n!”

•”well you should be part of vocal racha!”

•He secretly loves the compliments even though he say’s he doesn’t

•You and him challenge each other to rap battles

•He always wins

•sometimes he lets you win

•Third wheeling him and Felix when they hang out

•”I exist”

•”we know”

•Gives you all his attention at home because he feels bad

•”Forgive me Y/n he means nothing”

•You laugh at his stupid jokes but you love him none the less

•You two eventually kiss by accident though

•You went to turn your head when he leaned over your shoulder to see what you were making not realizing how close he was

•it wasn’t really a kiss but your lips touched

•You both pulled away extremely red

•Changbin initiated it after coming to he actually kissed you this time

•You were surprised but kissed back

•Let’s just say after that you both gave into the tension and gave up your ability to walk for a while 🤗

•Both of you became more than just roommates

Hyunjin

•drama queen

•Likes cuddling!!!!

•Say’s he doesn’t

•you third wheel him and Kkami

•Lots of bed sharing

•you bully him for kissing Kkami

•”Shut up he’s a better kisser than you”

•”want me to prove you wrong”

•He’d run screaming from that

•you play with his hair because it’s so soft

•Kkami is more of a third roommate than a pet with him

•you’re surprised he doesn’t trip over himself with his long ass legs

•you enjoy watching him dance though

•Both of you watch dramas but he gets WAY too into it

•He ends up crying hugging a pillow

•yells at the tv a lot

•showers a lot

•comes out in only a towel

•mesmerized by his dancing still

•he 100% gives you weird looks when he catches you staring

•”Stoooop I don’t get you”

•Buying him americanos so he can sing and do his little dancy dance

•He spills it like he always does

•Cries about it

•a big baby

•even worse because you baby him

Jisung

•Talks about Lee Know all the time

•100% has his clothes all over his floor

•including the bathroom, living room and any other room

•”JISUNG YOUR CLOTHES AGAIN”

•”THIS IS THE 12TH TIME TODAY”

•you being done with him 99% of the time

•you both chase each other around the house

•Pillow fights! (Like Felix)

•you’re both children

•he sings a lot to you

•you cook for him

•”My mom always said marry someone like you”

•”JISUNG”

•Loud asf

•even louder when Changbin and Chan are over

•Surprisingly a good cook

•somehow burns toast though

•he can’t make toast for some reason

•”you literally cooked a whole dinner and can’t even make toast??!”

•”toast is hard!”

•you tease him about his obvious crush on Lino

•”I don’t like him!”

•”Do too!”

•usually ends with him being all blushy and huffs while walking away

•You give him and Lino the “look” when they’re both near

•Changbin and you then tease them together

•Lino doesn’t mind the teasing but Jisung hates it

Lee Know

•talks about Jisung all the time

•walks out the bathroom naked

•”LINO!”

•”what?”

•never a boring day with him

•DANCING DANCING DANCING DANCING

•He comes out to you

•”No way me too!”

•Being besties

•Death stares anyone who’s mean to you

•Kicks anyone’s ass if they are mean to you

•over protective

•don’t ever hang with him and Jisung without a fourth person because you will not exist

•Not really he includes you when he remembers

•Dinner “dates”

•expect Jisung to come to a lot of them

•You try getting them together

•it kinda works

•In return he tries getting you with Changbin

•also kinda works

Seungmin

•a giant puppy!

•cuddles!

•He sings to you

•you enjoy seeing him smile

•you’re the reason he smiles

•caring for each other a lot

•like extreme levels of care

•comes into your room at night and lays with you

•could lay with him for hours

•counting stars in the sky at night

•runs inside screaming and laughing when it rains

•”we could kiss in the-“

•“NO!”

•”Joking!”

•He’s the cutest

•you sit on his lap a lot but just because you like when he plays with your hair

•Movie nights almost every night

•sometimes you invite over the others

•He posts you on stray kids Instagram a lot

•Get’s in trouble for doing it

•he doesn’t care and still continues to do it

•Has a lot of pictures of you

•admires you a lot

Jeongin

•Has a big crush on you

•you see him as a brother

•that doesn’t last long

•You’re both like middle schoolers with crushes on each other

•you get shy around each other

•skin care routines together 🤩

•you help him dye his hair

•”your hair is fried”

•”We don’t talk about it”

•His family loves you

•no one is surprised when you two start dating

•Still get shy around each other

•A lot of hand holding!

•Secretly really fit

•You help him with his school work

•he still doesn’t do it

•fails school but somehow still passes

•”Jeongin you were supposed to pass....”

•”I still graduated!”

•You two being soulmates

Woojail

•You’d never live with him 🤩

[parkjess]

Hey, I hope you are doing well. Can I request a astro reaction to their s/o having to take meditation for anxiety and depression, please? Okay, bye bye ヾ(￣▽￣). Please be safe! ☆ﾟ°˖* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Thank you for caring and requesting!🥰 stay safe everyone☺️

Warning: if you’re sensitive about depression and anxiety, please skip this.

Myungjun:

Myungjun woke up next to you, shaken off his dream due to the bed moving slightly because you were stretching your arms to get your medication from the night stand, having difficulty with getting that, you let out a sigh.

“Baby, hey, is everything alright? What are you doing?” Your boyfriend taps on your shoulder to get your attention, asking with his sleepy voice. -“I’m trying to get... this.” Finally you grabbed the little medication box, he furrowed his brows and lightly rubs his eyes to open them fully. “What is that baby?” He takes the box once you swallow the pill, reading the possible reasons for taking these. “Y/n...” by now he’s already sitting straight on the bed near you, “why didn’t you tell me?” He pats your hair. -“I don’t want to be a burden to you, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but it’s really not such a big deal.”

“What are you talking about? You only give me happiness and peace, come on, let’s go.” He says and kisses your forehead, getting out of bed and you do so too without even asking where.

He took you to a picnic day, suddenly left and took you home because he had something at work. “I’ll be back soon, okay baby?” He cups your face and kisses your forehead.

When he came back you hear some unfamiliar breathing, sounds like, a dog?

“Baby?” Myungjun calls, taking his shoes off by the door, entering the living room you share. You were sitting on the big comfy couch, watching Netflix with some chips and beverage of your liking.

-“Hey... how was work... toda- Myungjun what is that?” You chuckle when you meet the little poodle (I’m actually not sure if that’s a poodle in the pic lmao), the puppy had a cute, soft look in his eyes, looking at you as if he wanted you to take him. “This is a little gift from me to you, I know you really like dogs, and I don’t want you to feel lonely when I’m not home.” You now realize he wasn’t at work today but left you to get you a dog.

-“Myungjun... this is so adorable, I love you so much.” You say and lean in to kiss your boyfriend’s lips, talking the dog in your arms afterwards. He did it for you.

Jinwoo:

“Baby what is that?” Jinwoo comes closer to your shared bedroom, you were working on some project on your laptop, sitting near the desk, with earphones plugged in both your ears.

-“Jin... Jinwoo where did you find this?” You look up at him, not hearing what he asked you beforehand Because of the loud music in your ears. “I asked what this is...” his voice lowered, although you thought he was upset at you because you didn’t tell him you take medication for a while now, but all he was doing is worrying about you.

-“I... I am...” you tried to explain but the words didnt come out well. “Y/n~~ you know I get more worried when you don’t share with me.” He was slightly annoyed by now, since he loves you so much and doesn’t want you to go through this situation alone. “Can you promise me you won’t hide anything else from me anymore?” He bends down and whispers, kisses your forehead right after.

Dongmin:

“Lee Dongmin! Can you please tell me where we are going?” You yell at your boyfriend who was walking before you with his big steps that you couldn’t catch up with.

-“Were here.” He stops suddenly, not even breathing heavily as you do. “What the-“ you weren’t able to say as you panted due to your fast walking. “Okay... what are we doing here?” Dongmin knew you best, he didn’t even have to see your medication to know you’re taking them, or your current condition. The local park in your neighborhood was your favorite, the view of children laugh together, parents sitting on bench watching their mini versions, sun sets slowly, all of these was making you stay at peace. And ofcourse your boyfriend was the only one who knew all of those little details about you, like nobody else did.

“Why?” You ask, crossing your arms against your chest. -“Because you love being here, with me.” He says with a smirk spread on his face. “I sure love it, but Dongmin... why all of the sudden?” Simply asking, he takes a step closer to you, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

-“I want you to appreciate everything you have, and always remember these moments with me, and with all the people you love who love you even more back.” While he was talking, you realized what he meant, without him mentioning the medication, or even the word that described your inner pain. Somehow, he managed to heal it for a bit, like a 1000 pieces puzzle, he was the 100 first pieces.

Dongmin wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought you closer to his chest, -“You gave me forever, you can’t escape it,” he chuckles, all you could hear at this moment was his heartbeat and his calming voice.

Moonbin:

It was the usual weekly day Bin and you always go on a date. This time he took you for a weekend out of town, spending time together once a week when the two of you are busy the rest of the time is the best thing and you only could adore him for planning this.

Moonbin suddenly stopped, tired of walking for an hour, but having great time talking with you about life and everything that was going on lately. You sat on the cool grass, beautiful, pink flowers growing near, suddenly tears started to stream down your cheeks. “Baby?” Bin softly asks, moving the piece of hair that hid your face. “Oh my- baby, what’s wrong?” The tone of his voice became more nervous, you couldn’t answer but just nod your head. “Look at me, dear, lift your head baby...” he placed his finger beneath your chin, managing to lift it so you could look at him.

It never happened with him before, this anxiety attacks, and you couldn’t even explain it to him. But you wanted him to know what you’re going through so badly, so you pulled your backpack closer, taking the medication out. “Baby...” he lowers his voice, taking the medicine in one hand while the other is holding yours. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know-“. you cut him off by saying, -“No, don’t be sorry. Please, just hug me.” You say while sobbing, as he immediately obeys and hugs you tightly. “Everything will be okay, believe me, we will go through this together.” He whispers in your ear while hugging, as you stayed like this until the sun set.

Minhyuk:

Minhyuk was the sweetest kind of person around you, he liked to take you with him everytime he had something exciting to do other than work. Your boyfriend was aware of your anxieties thanks to Moonbin who told him because he was worried. At first, Minhyuk wanted to call you and tell you he knows, but he wasn’t sure if he should or not, so he waited for the right time to talk about it with you.

-“Y/n, wanna go down town?” Minhyuk asked when you just got out of shower. “Uhm... sure...” there was something different in his question, a sudden urge to go somewhere instead of just chill at home. And the fact that he was already dressed, and not in the usual sweats he wears on days off.

A night out with Minhyuk can’t be bad, it can only help you get the bad thoughts out of your mind. When you arrived, Minhyuk was trying to distract you from everything that might be too much for you to handle.

“Baby! Strawberries!” Minhyuk tapped your should several times, calling out excitingly since your favorite snack was strawberry drizzled with sweet syrup on top. You laugh at your boyfriend when he grabbed the stick with coated strawberries, posing for a picture.

-“Minhyuk... why all of the sudden?” You ask him when he takes your hand in his, walking slowly in the crowded space. “Ah... I missed being with you like this I guess...” he replies with his husky voice. -“come on, we went for a walk like two days ago, for 3 hours!” You chuckle at the end. -“Think of a better excuse.” You say and hand him your phone, this time you posed for a pic. “I know you have anxiety attacks,” he wasn’t able to keep it a secret from you anymore, finally saying it out loud when the place is getting less crowded. -“I know you do, Minhyuk. Just wanted you to finally say it yourself, I saw you looking in my bag this morning when you found the medicine.”

“The reason I didn’t say it earlier, is that I care for you, a lot. I don’t want you to feel depressed or lonely ever, and I’m here to make you feel better, I love you y/n.” It felt like he was confessing his love again to you, his sweet words made you fall for him like you did for the first time.

Sanha:

Sanha noticed you’re feeling different lately, and he didn’t want to ask you what happened since he knew you wouldn’t tell him because you don’t want him to worry about your condition. But he once saw the medication box you threw into the bedroom’s trash bin, instead to the bigger one, and he searched for it on the internet.

Most of the time when you’re with him, you feel much better, but he knows how depressed you are when he’s not around.

You woke up, he’s missing again, but his covers weren’t folded which means he’s at home today. He usually folds his covers when he leaves to work at home and leaves a note to you, and this morning, no folded blanket, no notes.

“Sanha?” You call out his name, looking for your y’all boyfriend around the big house. There’s a scent of something good cooking. Vanilla.

-“Y/n, you woke up!” Sanha drop the tongs on the counter and run to hug you, being careful not to touch you with the oily plastic gloves.

“Are these- churros?” You ask when you see the heart shaped dough inside the boiling oil. Your boyfriend hums and nods his head as a response, -“I planned to make you a breakfast in bed, but since you’re here now, you should taste one.” He leads you to the kitchen counter, it was a complete mess, but it somehow warmed your heart to see the mess he did, just because it was with good intentions. “What is it all for, Sanha?” You ask him while taking a bite from the heart shaped-chocolate drizzled churro, it was as soft as a cloud, a bit sweet.

-“I know you love this, and I know you’re taking medication baby. You should have told me, I want to take care of you when I’m able to.”

“Okay, I’ll let you know next time, but can we eat now?” You stick your thumb nail between your teeth and bring the other half of the heart churro closer to his lips.

His words made your heart calmer, he was really the cure to your current condition.