#its still barely his birthday in my timezone

[autumnally-art]

happy birthday to april’s fool

[jikjinz]

BIRTHDAY PRINCESS .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

cw: l.dongheon x fem!reader, fluffy smut; oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex; some feelings etc., not much is happening and it's mostly vanilla but lmk if i missed anything

wc: 693

a/n: it's my birthday :DDD i'm scheduling this post for 00:01 on saturday 23rd so that you won't be misled by the timezones anyway i had to uncrust my skills yet AGAIN and since i saw a screenshot of dongheon from the ep at the gym i'm writing all of this from my grave. peace out and i hope to come back here in no time again :DD

“you’re my princess, right? i will treat you as one.”

it’s not like dongheon is treating you differently on everyday basis but today is an even more special day. your birthday.

his head rests between your tits as he’s inhaling your delicate scent. he’s taking his time with you, not like any of you is in a hurry anyway; the fact that he even took a day-off is actually surprising to you.

“mmm, my- pretty princess,” dongheon is mumbling to himself while kissing your chest gently, while his hands roam around your thighs, hips, and waist. you’re sitting at the edge of the bed, with dongheon trapped between your legs and his head in your chest. your hands mindlessly run through his hair as you slowly doze off, lulled by the slow tempo and by the overall coziness of the situation.

dongheon slowly moves down with kis kisses, trailing a way down to your cunt, and as you lay yourself down on the mattress, he’s spreading your lower lips with his fingers.

“so that’s why you barely touched the dinner,” you laugh, remembering his words about how his dessert will satify him enough. but it’s like dongheon doesn’t hear anything; like he’s in his own world, which is actually true in a sense.

he starts by kissing your clit, slowly swirling his tongue around it, earning a few whimpers falling from past your lips. slowly pushing one finger inside you, he still nips and sucks your clit, which only drives you off to the crazyland even more. there’s nothing else on your mind, only dongheon, his lips, fluffy hair messed up thanks to your hands, and soon you start dozing off about other parts of his body, causing you to clench around his calloused finger as you mewl about how good it is.

it doesn’t take long for him to bring you over the edge; your hips move on its own as you ride through the ecstasy, using the face of your boyfriend for it. you smile through heavy breaths when dongheon gets up, runs his hand through his hair and stares at you with that eyes, full of desire and lust with sprinkles of drunken fascination.

“my princess- so good,” he says, hand going up from your waist to your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart. with one hand, dongheon adjust his length to your entrance, and the other is holding your leg over his shoulder. “can i?”

and when you agree, it’s when the fun begins.

dongheon is slowly pushing his length into you, and even if it goes in inch by inch, it’s still making you full. the way you clench around his tip alone is not helping, though at least he gets to know you’re as needy as him. nice.

“impatient, are we?” he laughs when he notices how you try to wiggle your hips just to lure him even more inside. “i’ll make you feel good in no time, i promise, but- you need to- be calm, okay?”

his own brain is slowly shutting off, words not making much sense together. not only your walls suck him in so delightfully but also that cute stare you give him, asking and begging to finally start the good stuff.

with the last push, his impressive length is all inside you. your eyes roll back, your lips part and a moan escapes past them. that’s when dongheon kisses you with the passion burning inside him, letting you know that the flame is all for you. after few kisses, your muscles relax and as you cup your boyfriend’s face, you let him take control.

dongheon breathes in. he’s on the verge of breaking and using you like a fleshlight; he knows that it’s your day and he’s ready to make you feel so, so good, although the feral thoughts can’t stop creeping into his mind.

he rolls his hips into you once, then once again. thrust after thrust, he’s calming down thanks to the steady pace he started. kissing you again, he swallows your moans as you do with his; you two start to melt into each other, becoming one for eternity.

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[dnangelic]

@espectres asked: ❝ It's for your art room. ❞ Shou explains with a fond smile, tapping on the edge of the opened white gift box held in Daisuke's hands. Giddiness glistening in his eyes and seeping through crinkles along them, despite how much he tries to play it cool. A suncatcher, hung into the interior of the box by careful pins, displayed delicately as every detail made itself fabulously present. Stained glass in shapes of a few, small dancing rabbits following one another, each on their strings leading to all kinds of bright and colorful gemstones and crystals arranged together smartly, ready to break daylight into countless colorful slivers of shine, alluring, pleasant to look at, inspiring even. ❝ My Kaa-chan is good with jewelry, she was a great help. ❞ Promptly, he feels heat rising to his cheeks, thinly clogging his ears uncomfortably. Giving away a hint, indicating that the whole thing was handmade, with help of his mother- but by himself. God, it all feels so sappy. His hands retreat to his pockets, smile simmering into a tight line as he momentarily averts eyes, awaiting a comment or a reaction like a boiling pot ready to erupt. It's utterly silly, how the sheer embarrassment almost makes him forget the other gift. ❝ Shit, wait - ❞ Is it too late now that Daisuke has already opened the first one? Would it be breaking some kind of unsaid rule? Shou was sure he had already done that somehow. It doesn't make him as nervous as he should be, though. ❝ This is for Dark. ❞ A small box fetched from the depth of his pocket, it sits in the palm of his hand with ease, plain and black with an even darker bow adorning its width. It hides a pair of silver earrings, dangle ones with long, simple bars design, something that wouldn't draw a lot of attention when shinning in the darkness, perhaps a little practical for the Phantom Thief career, trivial as it seemed. ( IT'S NOV 11TH FOR ME IDK TIMEZONES ARE CONFUSION. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE DUDES. )

and it feels extra embarrassing to have shou of all people subtly flustering before him ; leaves the niwa shy , timid , and awkward as ever --- but daisuke can't help it , and maybe shou would understand that before giving him a good sudden slap or shake to loosen up the atmosphere , complete with some sort of goading , dislodging remark that would somehow save face for both of them , instead of leaving them to stand about like a pair of two nervous puppies just seconds away from leaping at each other . shou's giddiness was a thing evident enough to turn infectious , and daisuke liked to think that he understood just what kind of gift this truly was : a mixture of equal understandings and their very own bared hearts .

wasn't it breathtaking ? wasn't it inspiring ? wasn't it both made and meant just for him ? a connected prismatic of myriad colors and lights , complete with rabbits : the perfect self-expression and reminder of shou's very own person --- of course , that was right , shou-kun's always been just like this . when daisuke dares to delicately remove the other's handiwork and lift it upwards so that it could better shine , it briefly seems a halo in the air ; the niwa's very own accepted , adopted glimmer and crepuscular ray . the boy's smile itself as he admires it is nothing short of divine , the instinctive shift of his free palm to his chest the first clue to the bursting well and frantic pound that was starting to grow beneath .

' ... it's amazing , ' his breath , despite how close it seems to a gasp of wonder , still summons a gentle , cherubic gust that winds about the decorating rabbits . the dancing light and jubilant hares in his eyes is everything reflected ; a sunset backdrop , a red wheat-field of awe . ' is it really okay if i have something like this ? even though your kaa-chan helped you with it , too ? '

he liked to think that he understood just how much shou loved his mother ; how much tenderness must have been patiently imbued into their shared craft . surely shou , who was only ever honest with himself and his opinions and desires , did not labor over such beautiful things with his most loved figure for just anyone . meanwhile , prized art , objects , and jewelry-pieces were far from any sort of rarity within the phantom thief's hands , but there had never once been anything like this before , either .

theft ; taking , was never the same as becoming recipient ; giving .

--- and the act of generosity too , by any sort of standard , should have been considered a human miracle .

in the moment of silence that shou leaves him to fill , dark's presence sweeps in like the fluttering cover of his cloak and black wings . daisuke allows it , feeling the tips of his fingers lending one last touch to the suncatcher before it's put carefully away , back into its container's interior . ' ... for me ? ' it sounds incredulous and yet , daisuke can still see everything ; understood that dark as well would hear and share every traded echo of thought , every pulse of warmth and strong feeling .

' i don't really like being an afterthought , but since you actually bothered to get me something ... i guess i can forgive you . ' it's --- a lie , and daisuke nearly desperately exposes it to no one who would hear but dark himself . you're feeling just as unworthy as i am . you're feeling just as speechless and happy . instead the soul of the niwa merely watches as the small box is opened , and the earrings are briefly marveled at with an expert eye . you were worried it might have been a trick . "i" can't remember anyone's last kindness , "i" can't remember anyone's last gift , "i" can't even begin to imagine why anyone would ever bother to celebrate my own birth like this ...

quietly , with a different sort of smile from his usual sharp-tooth grins , dark affixes both earrings onto his person before testing and demonstrating their placements with a quick flick . ' ... well , how is it ? sorry if you were hoping i'd burst into flames or get a rash from the silver , but the color still suits me well , right ? ' emiko as well would have been no doubt thrilled to learn of the accessories' importance , quick to catch on and even quicker to coordinate with a mother's hen-pecking insistence . ' lucky you . everyone will want a pair after seeing the great phantom thief dark wearing these for his next heist . but if that isn't enough , then ... '

a cold hand presses upon shou's head to amiably ruffle the boy's hair , the swiftly-generated heat of frazzle and friction his unspoken gratitude --- when dark's palm finally falls over the boy's face in a brief curtain , daisuke is soon left standing before him once more , gifts and boxes in arms , earrings still in place at his very own lobes . the red flush of his cheeks deepen until he gasps a little at the realization of his returning shift --- but because the only person in front of him was shou , the niwa easily finds it in himself to muster up his very best smile , punctuated by the rare , blissful sound of a carefree laugh .

' --- thank you , shou-kun ! ' not just from me , but dark as well . ' with something like this , i think i can keep going for the rest of my life ! i'll take good care of everything . i'll keep it all right with me ... ! ' and then , day by day , whether time moved on into a week , a month , or even years from now , ' i'll always ... always be looking at it and thinking of you . i hope you'll remember that , okay ? even if i don't get to always see or hear you in person , your voice has still definitely reached me . ' just as , perhaps , shou had never recoiled at the sight of him , or his secrets ; his other self , or his hidden life . there were things that could be laid bare only between them , and what could have possibly been more precious than that ?

sappy , embarrassing , awkward and filled with spontaneous moments --- above all else , what they had was still undeniably sincere .

[votederpycausemufins]

and the final chapter for the bots birthdays! only an hour and a half before the deadline in my timezone. I was given less than 24 hours notice for something else, so i got very delayed by that, but it's here!

now it's time for the bots to get their presents! nothing concerning here. Nothing at all.

All of the presents had been moved to the third floor, which looked like it was half decorated for a different party, though the bots weren’t sure what that would be. Sure it probably wouldn’t be too hard, but when there was a stack of presents sitting in the middle of the room, your focus tended to be drawn to that.

Jrum immediately dove at the presents and Grum was almost right behind him, but both of them were stopped. Since most of the presents were paired up, it seemed like it would be better if the presents were handed to the bots so that they were kept together. Grum agreed while Jrum didn’t care either way if it got him presents faster.

The small bundle of IOU’s was handed to the bots first, them being the most lackluster looking and only really getting them turned in once the season turned over. Grum still went through them individually so he and Jrum could thank the respective Hermits, which they appreciated. Bdubs followed up with giving a pair of vouchers to Snips. In the chaos of checking everything, Xisuma knew that, yes, a haircut wouldn’t cause issues with going to the next season and wouldn’t be left behind. But otherwise Xisuma hadn’t thought it through, and nor had Bdubs. “Bdubs?” Grum started, earning a ‘yeah?’ from the other Hermit. “Jrum and I don’t have hair.”

There was silence for a few minutes until Bdubs processed the sentence and yelled just a little in frustration as the Hermits laughed a bit, though he joined in with them shortly. Jrum just said they could figure something out later and put it in with the IOU’s.

Impulse handed ‘his’ gift over next. What had originally just been a treat basket for each bot had evolved slightly with Tango and Zedaph adding in to the baskets. Tango had thrown in a key to Decked Out for each bot as well as a pair of second fake keys which were instead for ravager petting. Meanwhile Zedaph had thrown in a pair of toys he had made. Apparently after the scare with Grum, he had snuck back out to the modded world and made what were essentially miniature contraptions that the bots could use as toys. Grum’s was a sort of joybuzzer type of item, but instead of shocking the other person, it was meant to send out a tiny, non-damaging firework when the user high fived someone else. Well, Grum didn’t have hands, but it was close enough. Meanwhile, Jrum had gotten a sort of piggy bank for diamonds. If he put it in the correct place and pressed a button, a flap would open with the face of a fox before its paw would come out and pull the diamond in.

There was a loud sigh from Grian as he pulled out two barely wrapped presents. “Etho, I assume these are from you?” Said presents were a stack of light gray glass panes that, put together, looked like a full block. They were kept together with ribbons in either blue or red, which were nice to most people. Grian, however, was an avian. And from the flat angle instead of the ridged angle, it looked almost like a pair of floating ribbons. Etho started to make some excuse about the bots not paying for any yet, but then Grum got ahold of his glass, unwrapped it, then ate an entire pane of glass.

There was silence for a moment before Jrum followed suit. “What? You gave us quartz cakes with diamonds. As well as Impulse’s various treats. You know we can eat non-food items.”

Cleo’s present was a number of clothing items that fit the bots better than if they raided their parent’s wardrobes (mainly Grian’s) to dress up in. Otherwise it was leftovers from the zoo and Keralis’ city, but she had still managed to customize a few articles just for them in case they wanted to wear them outside of play. Stress followed it up with an assortment of toys she bought in the hub. It wasn’t the most personalized, but it was numerous, and kids could always use toys in general.

Keralis followed in similar suit to Stress. Since he couldn’t give straight diamonds to Jrum, he instead hunted down wandering traders until he found one with the right trade. One exchange later, and he had eight nearly identical plushes that looked like diamond blocks. While he gave those to Jrum, Beef gave some album art to Grum which he really enjoyed.

False originally planned to give the bots customized weapons before realizing it wouldn’t really work well with the season change. Instead, she gave them some less useful items after forcing some enchants on them. Jrum was given a pair of shears while Grum was given an upgraded Mumbo for Mayor shirt.

After that, NPG, EX and Prof came over, Prof showing off his presents first along with the books associated with them to explain all the items and the agreement he had reached with Xisuma. Grum and Jrum looked over the items in awe before EX was pushed forward. The bots looked up, obviously expecting a gift. At first, Evil Xisuma kept with his story that his present was not destroying the server, but after getting kicked by Prof, he sighed and pulled out a pair of sweaters that were colored for the bots respectively though with a stripe of the other’s color going through the middle to make sure Grum’s wasn’t mistaken for Grian’s. Lastly, NPG handed the decks of cards over and gave a quick rundown of what they were. He then said he would explain it fully later, but it was time for the main presents.

The bots looked over to see Grian and Mumbo pulling out two larger presents that weren’t actually wrapped, just covered in blankets. Grum and Jrum uncovered their presents before being so in awe, their eyes actually changed to nether stars on their screens. 

Grum’s present was his audio hardware. Back when he was still just a mayoral robot, he had helped make the campaign songs. After getting his body, he had managed to make a few note block songs after studying and slightly upgrading the song Etho had placed in Keralis’ building. Jrum’s, on the other hand, was a replica of Grian’s machine from last season that would steal Mumbo’s mustache. It was disabled for now since in remaking it, Mumbo had added redstone similar to The Button so he wouldn’t lose his mustache every other day ending in y.

With the final gifts shown off, the bots started playing around with a few while Grian and Mumbo took what gifts would be used later. Xisuma helped them with transportation, or at least that was what he told the others. While that was half the truth, the other was about one gift that hadn’t been produced to the bots. A gift that none of the Hermits themselves had added. That being a single, plain white box, that opened up with a pair of masks that Grian was all too familiar with, along with a note specifically meant for Grian. 

It looked like Grian wasn’t the only Watcher just living in Hermitcraft. After a slight bit of discussion, the three agreed that it could be saved for another day, possibly even the following season if Grian asked about it. Today, however, was about the bots, and their birthday.

[hqmoonsun]

are you there? 🎧

genre: angst

pairing: kageyama x gn!reader

warnings: cussing, mention of death

word count: 1.3k

synopsis: once you turn 18, you receive a pair of wireless headphones, which you could use to communicate with your soulmate

“Happy Birthday!” your parents cheerfully greet as you blow the last candle on your cake.

“I’ve reached the magic number,” you smile to yourself, your pulse picking up at the thought of finally talking to your soulmate.

‘What are they like? How should I start the conversation? What if they haven’t turned 18 yet?’ are the three major questions that have lingered by your side since you turned 16. Today is the day that they are answered.

“Open it!” your older sister and her soulmate excitedly say in unison as your mom pushes a wrapped gift in front of you.

“Is this it?” you look up to your mom, who is nodding vigorously. She is just as excited as everyone else in the room.

You carefully tear the red wrapper around the gift, revealing a plain white box. Your pulse picks up again as you open the box, which contains a set of wireless headphones. Of course, they’re not the regular wireless ones that you already have. It’s specifically designed for you and your soulmate, so you could connect and communicate.

You excuse yourself from your family and make your way upstairs and into your room with the box at hand.

Before plugging it into your ears, you carefully examine the headphones to stall time. Yes, you can’t wait to meet your soulmate, but at the same time, you can’t help but also feel nervous.

“Well, here goes everything,” you deeply exhale before finally wearing the headphones.

Static.

“Huh?” you whine out loud, realizing you don’t know how this whole thing works. “Hello?” you test for a reply.

“Hi,” a rather deep, yet soft voice comes from the other end of the line.

“I think we’re soulmates,” you mumble.

“No shit,” they answer in a tone that you couldn’t tell whether they mean it in the nicest or meanest way possible. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for exactly 121 days,” they add on, their voice shifting into a sulky tone.

“Im sorry, it appears I was born 121 days later,” you giggle as you picture them pouting.

“I’m kageyama, what should I call you?”

“Call me y/n, Kageyama,” you could hear him gasp a little after saying his name.

“Hi, y/n,” he replies after regaining his composture.

“I thought you were exaggerating with the gasp, but wow, my name never sounded so beautiful,” you admit.

Seconds, minutes and hours pass by and the two of you can’t seem to get enough of each other.

“Can I ask a question?” you ask since a particular question won’t stop bothering you.

“Go ahead, y/n,” there he goes again, your name leaving his lips.

“Where are you from? I wanna know our timezone differences,” you finally let the question escape its cage.

“Thats a secret, for now,” he cheekily answers, making you overthink of many possible ways you could reach him personally.

“Don’t tell me we’re like neighbors or something,” even though you already know who lives next door, you hope that it’s still a possibility.

“Maybe, or maybe not,” he teases, “You’ll find out soon, y/n,”

“Okay, Kageyama”

For the hours you’ve talked, the two of you had made the habit of saying each other’s name as a way to tease each other.

-a month later-

“How was your day?” Kageyama starts from the other end as you plop face down into your bed.

“Exhausting,” you groan, finally being able to let out how tired you are from practice.

“Im sorry, babe, I wish I could hold you,” he casually comforts, filling your stomach with butterflies.

‘BABE?!?!’ you panic in your head as it’s the first time he’s called you that.

“Me too, babe,” you try to say in the most casual way as possible to hide the fact that you’re extremely flustered right now.

“It’s our first month tomorrow!” you remember after quickly glancing at your calendar.

“Right,” Kageyama’s voice falters.

“Are you okay?” you quickly sit up as worry settles in after hearing his tone.

“Yeah, just sad we can’t see each other,” he confirms, but it sounds like a lie.

“If you’re ready to tell me where you’re from, we could arrange something,” you suggest, trying to lift up the mood.

The line goes silent for what seems like forever that you wondered if Kageyama unplugged his headphones.

“You there?” you ask in confusion.

“Sorry, my family has visitors, talk to you later,” he finally answers before abruptly taking off his headphones.

All you could hear now is the painfully, deafening static. It might just be nothing, but your gutis telling you something is wrong.

-a week after-

Later became next week.

Kageyama never plugged in that day and the day after that and the day after that and so on.

It’s been a week and every time you wake up, the first thing you do is check whether the static had gone away and Kageyama is waiting for you to explain his sudden disappearance.

‘Was it something I said? Am I being pushy about wanting to know where in the world he’s from? Can soulmates even break up?’ are the major questions that’s basically drilled into your head the moment you wake up and before you drift off to sleep.

You drag yourself out of your bed and to your desk, where your headphones lays. At this point, it’s more surprising if Kageyama greets you this time, instead of the static you’ve grown accustomed to after barely taking off your headphones for a week.

As you plug it in for the seventh day this week, your heart drops at the sound of stillness from the other end.

“Kageyama?” you ask, your voice shaking in shock.

“Y/n,” he starts before you cut him off.

“Where the fuck have you been? I was so worried, especially at how our last conversation ended,” your voice unintentionally raising itself out of frustration.

“I’m sorry,” is all he could blurt out.

“Please don’t disappear from me like that ever again,” a tear falls from your left eye.

“I can’t promise that,” his voice breaks mid-sentence.

“What do you mean?” now, you’re confused and worried. The gut feeling from last week is coming back and is stronger than ever.

“Y/n,” your name escapes his mouth again, but this time, he doesn’t mean it teasingly. This time, it’s filled with pain.

“Kageyama, what’s wrong?” your heart picks up and you don’t know what to feel.

“I,” he starts, “I dont exist anymore”.

“What does that even mean?” you let out a scoff, in hopes that he’s just playing with you.

“I mean, I’m gone, y/n,” he explains slowly, his voice now shaky.

“Dead?” you clarify, “I’m talking to my dead soulmate? Is that even possible?” you laugh, hoping that Kageyama laughs with you, but he remains silent.

Without plugging off your headphones, you dash out your bedroom and storm down the stairs.

“Mom!” you desperately shout, “Dad!”.

“What’s wrong?” the both of them rush to you, worry plastered on their faces.

“Is it possible that m-“ your voice breaks, “that my soulmate is dead?”

Your mom’s face softens while your dad straightens up. They exchange looks in silence.

“Please say no,” you plead as your eyes brim with tears “Please say no,” you repeat, desperate for the answer you want to hear.

“Im so sorry,” is the only thing that your mom says before she engulfs you in her arms.

You break away from her as you scream of sorrow. You dash back to your room and close the door shut. You stand behind the door, heavily sobbing to yourself. Feeling your legs getting weaker by the second, you surrender to the floor.

“Y/n, I’m so, so sorry,” Kageyama speaks again, his voice making it apparent that he’s crying too.

“You’re telling me,” you pause in between sobs, “that I’ll never get to hold you? Intertwine my hands with yours? Lock eyes with you?”

“I would do anything to be able to do that,” he replies sniffing.

“Where are you right now?” you ask, pulling your knees closer to you.

“I’m right here,” he says, “next to you, y/n” Kageyama reveals as he hugs you in the afterlife.

[cali-holland]

Learn To Be Lonely, Ch. 1: Chance Encounters

Tom Holland X Reader, Soulmate!AU

In a world where two souls are destined for each other, is it possible to find love when your other half has passed- or are you truly destined to have a lonely heart forever?

Word Count: 3400

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Kingston Upon Thames. It sounded so foreign to you, and yet it was now your new home. Three weeks ago, your whole life was in New York with your best friend, Kate, but then you lost your soulmate, the soul destined to be with you. It was then that you realized your life would never be complete if you simply kept waiting for the other vagabond soul searching for yours; no one could complete your life now, no one except for you.

Now, your life was in England- Kingston Upon Thames to be exact. Normally, you’d be scared out of your mind to move to an alien land, you’d never make such an impactful decision so quickly; but that was the old you, the lost girl still searching for her soulmate. You were living a new life now, a free life, because you weren’t just living for yourself anymore, you were living for your soulmate that wasn’t. Today was the big day of this new life, the day that you’d move into your new apartment, the day that you’d meet your new roommate, the day that your new soulmate-less life would begin. Though Kingston was an unfamiliar place to you, a strange land of tea and British accents, it already felt like home. Something about it drew you in, as if you were fated to be there- it also helped that your company was international and you were able to transfer to the London office. Sure, it’d be a commute, but nothing you weren’t used to.

“You sure about this?” Kate asked you. Standing on the sidewalk outside of the apartment complex, you both fiddled nervously with your luggage. You had packed up as much as could in your two suitcases and a few packages of some more of your things were currently getting shipped overseas to your new home. Your New York apartment was small anyway, so you didn’t have much stuff to bring over; and you were grateful that your new roommate, Daisy, had been so welcoming about you two sharing items in the apartment. You had never met her in person, but she seemed like a respectful roommate and a responsible person; you hoped she was those things in real life.

“Yep,” You nodded, letting out a small breath. You scratched your wrist lightly, the mark was still burning from weeks ago. Looking over at your best friend, you laughed, “I’ve already signed the lease.”

“True.” She shook her head. It was too late for you to back out now. You took a deep breath and opened the complex’s front door. Holding it open for Kate, she stepped in first and you followed after her. It wasn’t anything special, a simple small entryway, the same as any apartment back home would be- you stopped your thoughts, this was your home now, not New York.

You and Kate made your way over to the narrow staircase. Before you could process what had happened, someone came bounding down the stairs in a hurry, knocking into you harshly. In a flurry, his hands grabbed your waist to keep you from falling over completely.

“I’m so sorry, my bad.” The stranger said, steadying you. As you looked into his warm brown eyes, you forgot for a moment what was happening; you forgot all about your nerves over this move, about your other half being gone. Something about this stranger felt… like home…

“It’s alright.” You replied as he dropped his hands from your waist.

“You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?” He laughed a little, immediately picking up your American accent.

“Not anymore.” You nodded down to the suitcase in your hands.

“Welcome to Kingston then, darling.” He smiled, and you felt an urge to check your wrist, but you knew it was no use. Your mark was faded, there was no way this beautiful stranger could possibly be your soulmate- the universe had already decided your fate, and it was to be alone. “Well, I should get going. Good luck on the move.”

Without another word, he left the complex. Kate smiled softly at you; she knew how much you were hurting without a soulmate, how much you still would like to find that extraordinary love. Your fingers lightly traced over your faded mark. For the first time since your birthday, it wasn’t burning.

The two of you continued your way up the stairs and followed the blue and grey carpet down to the last apartment in the hallway. The navy door had a gold ‘16’ posted on it, and you reached into your jeans pocket, pulling out the little silver key. Kate smiled encouragingly at you as you unlocked the door. You pushed the heavy door open, stepping inside the apartment. There was a long hallway that served as an entryway, with a small shoe rack nestled in beside the door.

“Hello?” You called out into the abyss. You had told Daisy that you were on your way, and you had hoped you weren’t disrupting her. You walked further into the apartment with Kate following behind you. You stopped in the kitchen, taking in the perfectly spotless room, granite counters seemingly untouched and dark mahogany cabinets shining. With a single teapot sitting on the stove, nothing was out of place. A small wood table sat in the nook with four chairs around it, all of it matching the cabinets in the kitchen. The living room, fitted with a couch, coffee table, desk, and entertainment center, connected the kitchen to another hallway, which had four closed white doors down it.

“You’re here!” A voice came from the first closed door in the hallway, and it swung open to reveal Daisy. Her curly brunette hair framed her face perfectly as she came into the kitchen, an warm, inviting smile on her face. A tall blond followed her out of what you assumed was your bedroom; he offered you a much more timid, but still welcoming smile. “I’m so happy to finally meet you. I’m Daisy, but you already knew that.”

“Y/N, but you knew that too.” You smiled at her eagerness. You pointed over to Kate, “This is Kate, she’s here for moral support.”

“Nice to meet you.” Your friend held out a hand to Daisy, who took it happily.

“This is Harrison. You’ll see him around a lot.” Daisy laughed and he stepped forward to give you and Kate polite handshakes. As he shook your hand, you saw the full heart on his wrist, matching Daisy’s own wrist. 

“So, um, this is the kitchen, obviously. You’re welcome to use whatever you’d like. As long as you clean the dishes and don’t break anything, I’m pretty much fine with you using my dishes. I have more than enough anyway.” Daisy explained.

“Why don’t you show her her room before starting on the kitchen?” The boy asked with a laugh.

“My bad.” She laughed, “I’m excited. Come on, I’ll show you your room.” She led you and Kate through the living room and down the hallway. She explained how the first door on the right, the one she had emerged from was hers, the master bedroom with an en suite bathroom. The door right beside hers was just a small laundry room and glorified linen closet. The door on the left served as your bathroom, with blue and white tile lining the walls. She opened the door at the end of the hall- your room.

You smiled, stepping into what was now yours. A large queen size bed sat in the middle of the room; it didn’t have sheets, but the mattress looked welcoming enough. There was a small black nightstand beside the bed, accenting the black bed frame. It wasn’t much, but you knew you’d need to go furniture shopping anyway- there was no way you were paying to have your old New York furniture shipped to England. You found yourself looking out the window that gave you a beautiful view of the bustling street below you.

“A few of your packages showed up early, so I set them in here.” Daisy stated, pointing out the few boxes in the corner.

“Thank you.” You set your suitcases down beside your bed, already knowing you’d have to start with unloading your sheets if you wanted a decent place to sleep tonight. Kate had one more night at the hotel before her early flight tomorrow morning. You were thankful that she managed to fly out with you to help you adjust to your new life, but she couldn’t afford to miss much work.

“Well, I’ll let you get settled in then. Let me know if you need anything.” Your new roommate smiled at you and Kate one last time before she left your room. You began to unzip your suitcase, seeking out your bedding, as Kate opened the boxes in the corner.

“She seems nice.” Kate said, grateful for a good impression of your roommate. She lowered her voice so that Daisy and Harrison couldn’t hear, “Maybe Harrison’s got a hot solum friend.”

“Please,” You chuckled, shaking your head at her. You pulled out the pearl colored sheets from your suitcase and began to make your bed. “You know solums aren’t supposed to move on.”

“Y/N, you have nothing to move on from. Give yourself something to move on to.” She spoke softly. You knew your friend wasn’t trying to hurt you, but, between your wrist beginning to burn again and the truth in her words, you felt a twist of pain in your heart.

“I’m going to live my life for myself, not for anyone else. I don’t have a Leo like you do.” You stated, trying to convince yourself of your own words. No one was going to live your life for you; you had to live it for yourself now.

“Hey,” Kate came over to you and pulled you in for a tight hug, “I’m proud of you for all of this. You’re the strongest person I know, and I’m so lucky to have you as my best friend. You’re going to do amazing out here.”

“Thanks. I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I’ll miss you, too.”

You barely slept that night. Jetlag mixed with the new timezone, your body was already rejecting its new schedule. The new bed was comfortable, but the bare walls made the room feel cold and unwelcoming. With only the nightstand in your room, most of your clothes remained in your suitcases and boxes- with the exception of the clothes that you could hang up in the closet with the few hangers you had managed to ship over. It felt more like a sad hotel room than a new bedroom, but still it was home and it was a work in progress. You go up early, only having slept about an hour, to see Kate off at the airport. After tearful goodbyes and promises to call each other often, she left and you were alone in England.

By the time the cab had dropped you off at your apartment complex, your watch told you it was 7 AM, as in 2 AM New York time. You needed sleep, but you also needed to go out and shop for furniture today. Pulling out your phone, you searched for the nearest Starbucks because, while you now lived in Kingston, you were still searching for an American coffee, even if that meant settling for a Starbucks drink. Once you found one just a couple blocks away, you made your way over there. Stepping inside, you weren’t surprised to see the place practically empty, save for the few employees working and the two people waiting for their drinks. After going through the motions of giving the cashier your order and paying for the warm drink, you stepped aside to wait for your drink to be served.

“Hey, you’re the American.” A voice laughed lightly from beside you and you looked over to see the same stranger from the apartment complex just yesterday afternoon.

“That’s a nice nickname that applies to so many people.” You joked, smiling at his effort.

“So, how did the move go?” He asked.

“It went well. My new roommate’s a sweetheart, so I think we’ll get along well.” You replied. You weren’t sure why you were telling a stranger this, but something was drawing you to him. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Tom.” He smiled, holding out his hand for you. When you touched hands, you felt an odd sensation surge from your wrist. It wasn’t burning in pain anymore; instead a dull vibration was sent up your arm to your heart. You didn’t physically react to it, but you wondered if Tom had felt that. Your eyes scanned your wrist quickly, just to lead you back to the faded half a heart mark. You glanced over at Tom’s wrist, wondering what his mark was like, but it was covered by a perfectly placed watch. Whatever his mark was, he sure didn’t want anyone to know.

Before either of you could say anything more, the barista called out his name and his order. He stepped forward and grabbed the warm, white cup.

“I’ve got to go, but maybe I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He smiled at you one last time, before he left the coffee shop. You stood there, trying to hold back the butterflies in your stomach, as you waited for your own drink. As your wrist began to burn again, it reminded you of just how useless it was to ponder on the beautiful brunette boy that you kept running into; you were fated to be alone and you had to learn to be lonely.

~~

When you returned to your apartment, you started to organize your room a bit more. You sat on your bed, the only place to sit in your room, and wrote out a list of things you knew you’d need: dresser, extra hangers, desk, desk chair, lamp, trash can, bookcase (you weren’t even sure about that one). It felt strange to be writing out such a mundane list of things you needed, things that you already had at your old apartment. It was going to be near impossible for you to complete your room on your own.

“Good morning.” Daisy greeted you with her warm smile as you came into the kitchen a few hours later. She was pouring herself a cup of tea from the silver teapot on the stove while Harrison ate a plate full of eggs at the kitchen table.

“Morning.” You replied, even though it had been morning for you for the past several hours. You paused, realizing you had forgotten where the cups were in the kitchen. Sheepishly, you asked, “Where are the cups again?”

“Here.” Your roommate opened the cabinet closest to the fridge. It was full of cups, mugs, wine glasses- she even had champagne glasses in there. You were surprised she had lived alone, or relatively alone, before you.

“Thank you.” You grabbed a glass and filled it up with water.

“How was your first night here?” She asked, blue eyes filled with tender excitement.

“Didn’t sleep well. I think it’s from the time change.” You answered, shrugging hopelessly, “It’s alright. I’ll get used to it.”

“Is New York five hours behind?” Harrison piped up after swallowing a large forkful of eggs. You could already tell that maybe you wouldn’t share groceries with Daisy because he’d most likely eat them all anyway.

“Yeah it is. So it’s 5 AM for me right now.” You laughed lightly as you eyed the large clock on the wall.

“Do you need any help getting settled in? Haz and I don’t have any plans today.” Daisy offered.

“Oh, no, it’s fine. I was just going to go find an Ikea or anywhere I could get furniture.” You didn’t want to make her feel like she needed to help you. She was already the sweetest, most hospitable roommate you had ever had.

“Let us help. Besides, Haz needs to go to Ikea for his own flat. And you don’t have a car. I can drive.” She insisted. You paused for a moment- you had completely forgotten that a car would be incredibly helpful with furniture shopping. You’d need to figure out the roads here before you could even think about buying a car.

“My flatmate owes me a new bookcase.” Harrison chuckled, “He’ll probably join us, too, if that’s okay.”

“You’re offering to help me settle in here, of course I don’t mind if he comes.” You replied.

Less than a hour later, Daisy parked her large SUV at Ikea and the three of you got out of the car. You thanked her for the ride as she casually slipped her hand in Harrison’s. You felt a small wave of pitiful envy come over you; you once yearned for something as simple as that, but that wasn’t a part of your life now.

“My friend will be here soon. He’s at an appointment right now.” Harrison said as the three of you walked into the large store. Daisy sent her boyfriend a sympathetic smile, making you wonder just what the “appointment” was to get such a reaction from her.

“You got your list?” Daisy asked you, her usual bright smile back on her face.

“Yeah, I feel like I’m going to need to buy a lot today.” You laughed, looking at the small piece of notebook paper you had brought with you, various black pen written over it for things you deemed essential, not-so-essential, would-be-nice-if-you-had-it, do-they-even-have-it-here, and ask-daisy-if-they-have-it.

Walking through the various showrooms, you tried to find the best items for your new home. You had drifted away from Daisy and Harrison a little bit, as they got caught up looking at bookshelves for his apartment. You walked into a relatively empty showroom and your eyes wandered the room for anything interesting. Your gaze stopped on a beautiful black dresser; its woodwork matched your bedroom almost perfectly.

“Y/N?” You pulled away from the enthralling dresser by someone calling out your name. You looked over to see Tom standing only a couple feet away from you in front of a tall, black bookcase that accompanied the dresser.

“Tom, three times in twenty-four hours. Are you stalking me?” You joked.

“Damn, so the bushes weren’t that good of a hiding spot then.” He teased, making you laugh. He came over to stand beside and he looked over the dresser before his chocolate eyes found yours. “Apartment didn’t come with a dresser?”

“Sadly, no. I’m living pathetically out of a suitcase.”

“I’ve got this same one at my place. It’s good and not that expensive, too.”

“How often are you shopping at Ikea?” You laughed, but taking a mental note that you’d most likely be getting this dresser- it was perfect for your room before Tom had even said anything.

“Not that often, actually.” He shook his head, chuckling at the thought. “I need a new bookcase, though.”

“I think my roommate’s boyfriend was looking for a new-” You were cut off, by Harrison and Daisy coming into the showroom.

“Tom! Where’ve you been?” Harrison smiled, clapping the brunette boy on the back. Tom stood there looking between you and Daisy with a broken expression on his face.

“So, Tom, you’ve met Y/N. She’s my, um, my new roommate.” Daisy said and you could feel the awkward tension in the air. She weakly smiled at you, trying to comfort you.

“I just- I need some air.” Tom quickly left the showroom, his right hand on his heart. Harrison rushed after him, and you turned to Daisy, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern.

“What just happened?” You asked her quietly.

“It’s nothing. Tom is his roommate, and he gets a bit stressed around strangers.” Her eyes focused on the dresser in front of her. You were only more confused by her response. That had been the third time you’d encountered Tom since moving to England, and not one of those times did he seem stressed about you being a stranger. You knew there had to be more to it, maybe Tom knew her old roommate.

“I like this one.” You told her, nodding to the dresser and changing the topic off Tom. Your right hand subconsciously found your left wrist and gently rubbed over the mark that had started to burn yet again- it only ever stopped burning when Tom was around.

~~~

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GET YOU WILD, MAKE YOU LEAVE | PART 1/3 (READ ON AO3) 

He likes having money.

He likes the way the credit card feels heavy in his hand, as if the money is pressed between its walls, likes the way the titanium sounds against the sticky mahogany bar as he drums a rhythm with it. He likes that he never has to know how much is on there to know that there’s enough on there, that he never has to pat down his pockets, or call up the bank, the way he sees people do in grocery stores sometimes. He likes that he’s freshly seventeen and no one’s checked his ID, no one’s asked why he’s settling the tab for unpronounceable champagne and thirty-five tequila shots.

David’s friends are at the other end of the club. He cut his hair when he met them, matched their asymmetry, sharp haircuts, painted nails, impossibly expensive fabric draped across their bodies, different variations of monochrome. They’re older, and old money, and carry themselves with a sort of aristocratic weariness that he’s been trying to imitate. They dance and drink and kiss like it’s a chore, and they don’t talk about how rich they are. They don’t actually talk much at all, and when they do it’s in a long, transatlantic drawl, like the syllables got tired on their way out.

Even when they’re drunk they seem bored, even when their spaghetti straps have fallen off their shoulders, and sentences fall loosely from their mouths, and their mouths are against each other’s skin. Even then they’re deeply cool, and after he’s paid for their drinks he works his way back across the crowded club to their table, expects to see them lying about the long leather couch like he’s caught them mid-photoshoot.

There’s a waitress there instead, making a precarious stack of their glasses. He thinks, for a moment, that he might have just taken a wrong turn on the dancefloor, arrived at the wrong place, but he watches as she plucks his jacket from the seat of the couch, throws it over her bare shoulder. He can’t hear her over the loud beat of the song but he can see she’s singing on something else, and she’s taken one of her shoes off, rubbing her foot against her calf as she clears the table  - full of empty bottles, and empty of his friends.

“My friends?” he asks, and her ponytail whips her face as she turns. She leans forward, straining to hear him, and he can see the careful sweep of her eyeliner, the elaborate tattoo that creeps along her collarbone. She shrugs as he repeats himself, utterly disaffected, sober, bone-tired. David thinks he wants to be like her too, wants to be with someone like her. He thinks there’s something romantic about being poor.

“It’s my birthday”, he adds.

He’s not sure why he says it, not sure why it comes off so desperate, loud against the waitress’ ear. It’s not as if he needs people to know. People know. There’s a card from his parents back at his hotel. Alexis blamed the timezones when she called him in the early hours of yesterday morning. His friends know. His friends came out with him tonight.

“Happy birthday,” the waitress leans back, takes her first proper look at him, and he’s too drunk to count the expressions that move across her face before she schools it into directive. She bundles his jacket into his arms. “You should go home.”

She gestures towards the exit, and he goes, presses against people who are pressed against each other, until he’s stumbled successfully up the narrow stairs, and through the heavy doors.  He stops short of the gutter outside the club, head thrown up to the sky as he tries to quieten the music still thrumming in his ears.

There’s a line of people, gorgeous and impatient, tapping their skyscraper heels and leaning on their friends and he lets himself luxuriate in their jealousy for a while, sucks the night air into his lungs and fortifies his body with the irresistible feeling of being envied. They want a spot in the club like him, they want to be drunk. They want to have money like him, have more money than him, and they want women, and men like him, and bodies against their bodies, and couture against their skin, and someone to take them home, at the end of the night.

He should go home.

You should go home, she said.

But home isn’t in New York City, and his parents aren’t at home. His parents put him up in an upper east side hotel suite, and he doesn’t, exactly, at the moment, remember where that is.

The people waiting now seem much more grown up, like they’d know what to do, like they’d send him on his way and he’s gripped by a sudden urge to run up to the closest group, tug on the hem of their clothes like a lost child until one of them takes him by the hand, leads him back to his doorman. He wants his parents to come get him, wants to know if they’d care.

He tries to act like Alexis as he walks away, instead. Alexis always seems to know exactly what she’s doing, would know exactly what to do if she were lost in the city, when she gets lost in cities. She wouldn’t go home, not straight away, she wouldn’t panic about people panicking, wouldn’t be left alone like this. She’s popular and flighty and invincible, with an easy self-assurance that annoys him, because it means she gets into trouble, because it makes him breathless with worry, because his parents don’t care, because he wants to feel like that too. He wants to bluster into some other bar, find some other friends, have some other birthday. He wants to drink until it’s morning, he wants to get lost and make Alexis find him, rescue him, make him safe. He wishes he could do that. He tries to do that, tries to let himself be swept along with a tide of other people, let the sidewalk rise up to meet him every time he stumbles, let the crowd jostle him sober, but he’s not Alexis.

Anxiety just screws his rib cage tight, with every street he doesn’t know, every non-descript sandstone building that looms over him. He tries not to think about his parents, tries not to think about his friends. He tries to remember the start of the night, peering wide-eyed through tinted windows on the way to the club, and the places he passed, and the stores he saw.  He does his best not to walk in circles, does his best to keep his breath even, does his best not to look like he has no idea what he’s doing. He wishes he knew what he was doing. He wishes he was older.

When he’s older, he’ll know what to do.

There will come a time where he’ll be older, and sober, and he’ll know how to handle this. One day he’ll tell this story, lying across a mattress on the floor of the bedroom in a house he owns. It’ll be nine pm, because he’ll be old, and his back will ache, because of the boxes he’s hauled up the stairs, and he’ll be happy. There’ll be a man in his room, in his arms, whose legs won’t reach the end of the bed, whose hair will tickle David’s skin. His eyes will be kind, and the corners of his mouth will tease, and he’ll wear a wedding band, and David will wear one too.

You were just a kid, the man will say, and he’ll be right, because he always is. David will be older, and he’ll be sober, and he’ll know that he should have just called a goddamn cab, his new-old flip phone weighing down the back pocket of his pants, that night. He’ll know he shouldn’t have walked home, shouldn’t have stumbled through the back streets of the city for hours on end, arrived back at the hotel with the sun. He’ll know he should have had better friends, will have better friends, one day, when he’s older.

But he’s just a kid.

[madisonrooney]

hi it's your secret santa! first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i hope you have a wonderful day! how are you celebrating, if you are at all? safely, i hope! either way i hope you manage to find a way to have a great day full of love!! consider my christmas gift a belated birthday gift as well lol. anyway i loved reading your last answer, it was so thoughtful and sweet. i realized after reading that i barely know anything about dove lol so follow up q: what about dove makes you love her so much?

sorry for the late response! the last couple days have been v busy and ive been super tired and dissociative on top of it so i made a point to save this bc i wanted to give it my full attention!

first of all thank you!! i was going to do a virtual meet and greet with one of my favs from jersey boys but he got confused about timezones so we rescheduled but were doing it next week! then i went to a virtual walt disney family museum panel, had pizza for dinner and watched some liv and maddie, my mom made a cookie cake that we ate while watching the grinch musical, and then some friends and i watched the jersey boys movie together over skype!

im so glad you enjoyed reading my last answer! and oof thats another loaded question (i love it tho)

- like i said when first talking about what drew me to her and liv and maddie, a big thing is just how much passion and love she puts into her characters. ofc she puts passion into every character she plays, but its the passion she puts into characters like liv, maddie, and mal that means the most to me. that goes back to the fact that ive dealt with a lot of negativity directed towards me for enjoying disney channel, and then you have dove out here saying “yah im a teenager/twenty-something who not only respects what theyre doing on disney channel, but puts my all into it” not to mention she even won an emmy for playing liv and maddie in season 4! i hope that passion and talent has started to change the conversation about disney channel, and tbh i think it has at least a bit.  ofc, none of this is to say other people her age acting on disney channel arent talented and passionate, but idk, something about her has always stood out to me. i find her to be more animated and expressive than most. it can be hard for me to read emotions in live action movies and shows, so thats been really important for me. not to mention she was not only playing the lead but TWO lead characters on a four season show with distinct personalities but also subtle similarities. AND the main character in the biggest DCOM franchise in years for 5 years running now. PLUS the fact that there was a period where those were both happening at the same time. she was only 16 when she started all this and hadnt even had any big roles prior to it!! she had a lot of responsibility so it was amazing to see her not only pull it off, but excel at it.

- i just love like....her aesthetic?? shes always seemed to be a very old soul to me, into old jazz music and poetry and stuff like that. its just very charming. and for her to have that aesthetic on top of being a disney channel actress is a fascinating juxtaposition.

- this is kind of sappy and it gets tiring to hear it said over and over again but that doesnt mean it isnt true: i love how transparent she is about her struggles with mental health issues, trauma, and such. she has been for a long time but even more so over the last year or two. no shade to anyone else, but a lot of actors dont really give you a look into their personal lives, they just share and promote their product. im not saying theres anything wrong with that, its good to know what youre comfortable sharing, ive just felt all the more close to her with her being as open as she is, especially as someone who has gone through trauma myself, albeit different from hers.

- kind of connected to that, i love how important spreading kindness, positivity, and love is to her. thats another thing thats been said a million times but still, its very important to me.

for example. she’ll randomly tweet things like “i love you” a lot. im one to always think of the thought process that goes on behind whatever someone posts, texts, etc., bc personally i put a lot of a thought into pretty much anything i say or do before i put it out there publicly, probably bc of my social anxiety. even tho its a simple statement and takes her a couple seconds to post, she still had to have the thought “i want to remind my fans that theyre loved” or something along those lines. and she has this thought FREQUENTLY. to just randomly get a notification every few days or weeks or so of her saying something like that is just very heartwarming to me.

the reason i connected with miley so much when she helped me through my initial trauma was bc it felt like even if no one loved me, she loves her fans, thus she loves me. thus the person i love and admire the most loves me. even if its only one person, it can be enough. it was for me at the time. i feel that same way with dove. when she came into my life, i didn’t feel as unloved, but her love was still helpful to me.

- of course i need to specifically talk about her kindness in person too. dont get me wrong (ive been saying that a lot havent i lol), i totally and completely loved her long before i met her, but naturally, i love her 10x more after the experiences ive had getting to know her in person.

i could go ONNNNNNN about the experiences ive had with her, and i have lol, and if you already heard me ramble about this in the server i apologize, but the most important thing ive taken away from every encounter ive had with her is this: she always goes the extra mile. she always goes out of her way to make people feel special. what i mean by that is she could say/do HALF as much as she has when meeting me and i would still leave over the moon feeling loved. you can tell she does this in excess bc she really truly means it and cares about people like me, she doesnt have any kind of ulterior motive and isnt just going through the motions doing whats asked of her, she simply cares about me and the rest of her fans. some examples - the first time we met, i was sobbing (lol) and she hugged me for a really long time, rocking me back and forth, brushing my hair with her thumb, calling me sweetheart and honey. she even started to tear up a bit herself. - a couple months later, i went to my first liv and maddie taping. i was preparing to reintroduce myself (i looked a little different bc id been cosplaying as maddie the first time i met her) and ofc when preparing myself, i fantasized pretty heavily as i usually do and pictured myself showing her the pic of us on my phone, her gasping, jumping out of her chair screaming, and hugging me, thinking that was probably way more than i was gonna get. that is EXACTLY what happened. then she went on to tell me how my costume made her whole weekend. things like this would continue to happen where i would set the bar impossibly high and not only would she meet it but she’d exceed it. - our usual interaction from there on would start with her face lighting up when she saw me, her calling me some kind of cute name like love or baby, and then hugging me without me even having to initiate it. - when i saw her in mamma mia, i didnt know when id be seeing her again afterwards after pretty consistently getting to see her for 2 years, so i wanted to make sure we got some kind of closure. at the stage door, i reminded her how much she meant to me and just expected like an “aww i love you too” or something back, but she said “you are an angel in my life” and i will never forget that. obvs, i havent told her ALL the details about what she and her characters mean to me but like...she can tell. she can tell if im in a homemade maddie costume sobbing into her arms that theres something there, and shes VERY appreciative of that. - i thankfully got to see her at a meet and greet a few months later and every time i thought i should get going cuz i didnt want to hold the line up, she would just open her arms for another hug. speaking of being appreciative, she even said “thank you for being such a supportive fan.” as i left, i turned around to say one last goodbye. i made sure she wasnt with the next fan yet and yelled out “bye!” and she yelled back “I LOVE YOU!!” and blew me a kiss. again, its the little things. - i saw her at a small panel in new york a few months after that. she walked in the room when the lights were down as they were playing a clip, she quietly waved hi to everyone, then saw me and loudly whispered HI BABY!!! and stopped on her way to the stage to give me a hug. (then she looked at me from the stage and asked which way i thought she should cross her legs for the interview lol) - sometimes when she sees im next in line, shell give me a knowing smile or whisper “hi baby!!” or something like that. she saw me in the crowd after clueless and seemed to make a point to come to me last bc she knew wed be talking for a while, which we did. she even told me she’d seen me in the audience, asking if i was in the front on the left, which i was.

even all that is still just scratching the surface. weve “known” each other for 5 years now and every time i think she’s done the most she can do, she outdoes herself again. not to mention when im at these events, i see her treat all the fans she meets with all of that kindness too. naturally all of this has made me love her all the more.

- finally, lets just be honest here..........................shes REALLY fucking hot.

[maccaillte]

Alright! Time to scream my love to my mutuals no matter how cringy it is! Cause happy birthday to DBH and the funky androids in it.

@rcprobate Silas my beanie babe! You are such an amazing writer and you bring so much depth and love to all of your muses. You have wonderful headcanons for each other that really speaks to the characters. Our DBH babes have grown so much since we first started rping together, we have Calvin and Seven who are first were ready to just give up and then decided to overthrow Markus but a little thing called love got in the way and now Calvin is so soft for Seven and can’t live without them and it makes my heart so full. Seven and Rupert!! Oh made these two are the sweetest beans ever! With their babies and how much they support one another it makes me so happy. These two getting married feels like something out of a dream and its really happening. I love your Connor, sweet boy, maybe some day Sev and him will meet on better terms then whats going down between them with Calvin involved. I love you very much and I’m so happy to have you in my life, you’re my beanie babe.

@theveryfirst Heather and sweet sweet angel Chloe! Chloe is by far the sweetest android ever she gives me freaking cavities. Her love and adoration for Seven just makes me so very happy. Her little danger muffin, only a joke we get. Chloe has and is such a beautiful positive thing in their life they’ll never stop loving her and happy she loves them back. Also mama bear Chloe has permission to kick Neige’s frosty ass.

@jericholeader Becca! Markus is best boy! Amazing boy! Badass boy! I’ll come clean and say that it was Markus’ story that got me into DBH. You write him so well and he’s such a caring character, gah I love him so much. Also thank you for blessing my dash with photos of Jesse Williams. YOU HEARD ME ONCE AND YOU’LL HEAR ME SAY IT AGAIN MARKUS SHOULD HAD BEEN THE SEXIEST DBH CHARACTER IN 2018 I’M JUST SAYING!! RKs got to stick together cause who else is gonna save each other from their stubborn asses?

@erregent || @uglyanswer​ SHI!!! My love! Your trash man ruined me!! RUINED ME!!! Now I love this stinky garbage man and can’t believe Seven fell so hard for his ass. Watching those two grow together was the most beautiful thing, how far the two come from Gavin barely caring who they were to now he can’t believe they love him and he loves them back. You’ve written Gavin so well and amazingly I love what you have done with him. You pointed to the character in the dumpster and was like ‘that one’ and we all love you for it! Also you’re other muses are quality! You writing Cas made my dumb heart remember how much I loved this angel and went back to watch Supernatural episodes again (mostly ones with Cas cause Cas is love) Keep being you you amazing incredible lovely person. Also if you ever need some good nip prices don’t be afraid to ask what the stonks are.

@rkainine It just looks like we can’t be rid of each other does it? Wouldn’t that mean we’ve known each other or met four years ago? Take your pick man I feel old but I’m so glad we found each other again and once again have basically the same muse dynamic! Tiny sweet bby and big scary tough one. I’m so happy Cain and Seven are back and they finally got that hug! Seven loves Cain and will make baby brother see it! Don’t deny their love Cain! Not this time!

@anarmyofme I still adore you Ren! I always will. I’m very happy Seven and Connor remain friends. I’ll always treasure their previous relationship but like real like people change and move on. You’re still a wonderful and amazing writer for Connor who struggles with a lot but thats what makes Connor so amazing! You keep being your funky machine maybe not machine self! 

@negotiiator ANDREW! God i love you so so so very much! Look at our bots and how much they’ve grown, the silly in love droids. Connor and Seven just make me so happy and gah Connor staying be Seven going through that rough time with their body failing. These two are here to stay forever and I’m loving all of it. Also Connor knows how frisky Seven actually is so cherish that secret >w> Seeing you on my dash is such a blessing and I’m so looking forward to Sev and Con being absolute dorks in love.

@313248317 Whats up with this little thing Con and Sev got going on i need the answers owo. But these two are super cute and so soft together, no matter what direction their relationship takes I’m here for it one hundred percent of the way! Sev always makes a happy gasp seeing you poke around in the inbox or on the dash like ‘theres my crush.’

@becomedeviant || @lightbringer I love both of your muses so much! From little shit Connor to little shit Lucifer, Ev/Sev have their hands full with these two. Seven always ready to love and protect Connor because he is baby brother. Ev and Lucifer is a surprise ship but now just makes me so soft!

@failedmission I have to just give major props to Evan’s little brother right here who supported them from day one with their baby. He is the best uncle ever and really if it wasn’t for our threads where I gather confidence in writing Evan expecting I don’t think Peach would have graced the dashboards. So big big thank you and I love you from me!

@deviatiions || @rkfinale​ So much love for Connor and Nines! They both have helped Seven so much and it warms my heart to see how much these two love and cherish their elder sibling. Also I love our human au angst, Peach baby will make everything alright don’t you worry! So much love and just happy emotions for you! And having a blast in ACNH, don’t be a stranger and come on over whenever you like.

@baddcop Rat stinky man! Poor Seven seems like all of our interactions always turned out bad for them but now they’re growing a spine and won’t take Gavin’s shit anymore so thank you for unlocking mouthy Seven. You have so much love and depth for the character your writing is amazing I just can’t get enough of it.

@blueroces Gah I know we’ve done a lot of discord stuff but Nines and Seven make my heart so full and happy! They’re so good for each other and just perfect! Love chatting with you when its like late at night for me but midday for you but thats timezones for ya rip. Can’t wait to keep writing more of this happy couple!

@carbonandiron Middy! I hope you are doing well and your comic is going great! You are such an amazing writer for all of your characters every single one is so perfectly written I just can’t get enough of them!

@plasticdetective  the quickest love story right here folks instant connection. what helped was Connor’s already undying love for Seven and we had barely even gotten to full on plotting. He just went ‘this is my sibling i will love and cherish forever!’ and then finding out we knew each other vaguely, well you knew me vaguely, i knew you through your art was mind blowing cause here is me this itty bitty person gushing over your art and then find out later you are them mind fucking blown. I love all of our interactions so much and enjoy the angst train we got going its a fun ride. Not for Seven and Connor but fun for us!

@flcwcdcode Conall: this RK700 is mine now. Basically what happened so I guess we’re now best friends by default. Seven needs Conall in their life, keep them from doing stupid shit like a dumb kitten trying to climb something too big for them. Keep your idiot tiny sibling alive Conall.

Here are some other lovelies have my heart eyes and loves and everything as well!

@rxmodel @aurumhearts @rebellionmatriarch @designerfai @detrcitmade @wasscared @ambitiouslyruthless @rkplaced @badgeburdened @perfectmachiine @systminstablty @vexeddetective

[circuscarnage]

Celebrating a little early in my timezone because things are happening but in Japan it is the 17th so it counts! So yeah Happy Birthday Sebek! Diasomnia threw him a surprise party and I ran out of time to draw a background. And, of course, I wrote something for the occasion. Apologies for the length.

Words: 2360.

Sunlight flooded through the open window of the students room, illuminating the dark cobbled walls. Resting not so peacefully in bed laid a disgruntled member of Diasomnia. For more than one reason, he was unable to get a decent nights sleep. It wasn't only the fact that Lilia had decided to raid the kitchen at the crack of dawn, but also the dreaded thoughts that decided the plague his mind all night. It wasn't a pleasant experience. He turned over and looked at his alarm. 5:59AM. Another minuet in bed before he had to get up. Lazily, he laid flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling above.   

It was unlike him to be so apathetic. But as he lay there, letting a familiar feeling fester inside his chest, it was difficult not to be overtaken by a sense of detachment. He waited in silence, letting the seconds trickle by, like melting wax on a candle stick. Breathing still yet uneven. His alarm started to chime. 6:00AM. 

Follow the routine. Get up. Get dressed. Go to class. Guard Malleus. Go to bed. He followed this pattern everyday. A rigorous regime that had been drilled into his head ever since he came to Night Raven. It was nothing new to him though. He had been a stern advocator for routine for years. Never faulting for a single second. Respecting every rule. Always being on time. The perfect guard. He left his room early to do his morning rounds, trying to avoid all other Diasomnia students. With any luck, he would make it to the kitchen without anyone disturbing him. Today was not a good day. March 17th. Wonderful.

Sebek grimaced. He had been dreading this for some time. Every day it got closer, his mood got worse, growing even more strict and rigid. Things that he would normally let slide were becoming objects for discipline. Students who found themselves a minuet late for a meeting were being reprimanded in the hallway after, the guard seething with rage, telling them how disrespectful it was for them to be late when Malleus requested their presence. Some even starting to avoid him after that, not knowing what was causing this shift in attitude, but too afraid to find out.

This feeling had been eating away at him for days. Of course, this slow attitude change did not go unnoticed by his fellow peers. Malleus and Lilia were the first to notice. They brushed it off as superstition at first. It was little things that were almost unnoticeable, but steadily grew. Sebek didn't give them his usual heartfelt good morning when he left the dorm, leaving the room without a second glance. He wasn't anywhere to be seen at lunch. And when Sebek almost completely ignored praise from Malleus for doing a good job, they knew something was wrong. At this point, even Silver was growing concerned. 

The trio met up after their last class, eager to discuss possible reasons for their friends behaviour. "Well, its pretty obvious," Lilia hummed as he started to walk down the hallway. Malleus and Silver exchanged glances, unsure of what their friend was thinking. The smaller fae tapped the side of his head thoughtfully. "He's salty because no one has wished him a happy birthday yet! Can't say I blame him. You remember how mad I was when you forgot my birthday, right Mal Mal?" Lilia let out a frightening giggle as Malleus grimaced, a small shiver starting to creep up his back. He could all but forget what happened. Oh, how he wished he could forget.

"That's the reason?" Silver questioned. There was no way it was that simple. Something as trivial as that couldn't be the reason. Sebek may be uptight and a complete idiot at times, but this sort of childish behaviour was beyond him. Besides, he hadn't told anyone the date of his birth, so how did he expect anyone to know? Malleus didn't seem convinced either, he eyed his small friend, pressing him to give a better explanation. Lilia smiled "Who knows? Maybe its some sort of tragic event that forever haunts him whenever this time of year comes around? But what do I know? It's none of my business."

"Excuse me," Another voice interrupted their conversation. The trio turned and were met with a familiar student. She stood before them, books cradled in her arms, a worried expression on her features. "Sorry to disturb, I just wanted to ask if there was something bothering Sebek. He was very distant in Mozus's class, barely joining in with the discussion. And when I asked about the study session after, he just left the room without a word."

"It's nothing," Silver remarked sleepily. "Sebek's just having a bad birthday."

"It's his birthday?" Anna's hands flung up to her face, completely disregarding the books she was holding. They clattered onto the ground, but everyone was more focused on the girls reaction. She started to splutter out half formed words, her mouth unable to keep up with the rapid thoughts that spindled through her mind. This was news to her. She always suspected that Sebek would have told her about his birthday, not to be suddenly thrown through a loop on any given day. She was unprepared. She was surprised, slightly offended, but mostly in shock. "Why did no one tell me? He doesn't think that I don't care does he? I didn't know, how was I suppose to know? Oh gosh, he probably hates me now doesn't h-"

A gloved hand was clasped over her mouth, cutting off her monologue and allowing the other members to breathe. Lilia stood in front of her, his smile only growing wider. Before Lilia had the chance to taunt the poor girl, Malleus chimed in. "It seems you already had an idea in mind, care to share?" 

As soon as Sebek returned to the Diasomnia dorm, he immediately retired to his room. Those students unfortunate to find themselves in his path were greeted with a weary sight. Upon his face was a diligent scowl unlike anyone had ever seen. His furrowed brows deepened, and he seemed to be holding back a snarl. Even the braver students took the initiative not to irritate the guard, quickly moving out of the way for him as he continued to storm up the hall.

When he reached his room, he walked in before swiftly closing the door behind him. He didn't want to see anyone and he didn't want to be seen. Just for this one day, disappear without a trace, leave nothing behind, and be transported somewhere else. He sat on the edge of his bed, resting his head in his hands. It's not that he wanted to feel this way, far from it. He never had a good memory of his birthday. Ever since he was left alone with his father, celebrations like that were forgotten. In his eyes, they were pointless. Nothing remained apart from an empty shell of heartless memories and hollow wishes that never came true.

Before he could completely hide himself away, a firm knocking was heard. He glanced up, not in the mood to pry himself from his bed. Instead of briskly answering as per usual, he ignored the sound and returned back to his personal pit of pity. His state was interrupted yet again when another round was heard, heavier than before. Whoever was knocking knew he was in, and they weren't going to give up until he answered. Sebek sighed and stood up, walked over to his door, and opened it. This had better be important-

"Malleus," He started, his slited orbs widening. Words caught in his throat, he let out a silent curse. Being tardy when he was needed went against everything he had worked for. Useless. His mind began. Can't even answer the door properly. This sour mood was picking him apart piece by piece, making him feel like he could collapse any second. "I'm terribly sorry... If I had known you wanted to see me I would have-"

"Quiet." Malleus quickly cut Sebek off, raising a gloved finger to silence his peer. Sebek's mouth instantly closed. Fear and doubt began to crawl in his chest. Was Malleus mad at him? He hoped he hadn't accidentally missed an important meeting or neglected any of his duties. Last time he checked, there wasn't anything listed for today. The dark fae sensed the tension radiating off his friends body, and got to the point. "Meet me in the dining hall at seven pm sharp. Don't keep me waiting." And with that, Malleus walked away. His blunt personality radiant as ever. 

"Malleus, you wanted to see me?" Sebek questioned as he slowly started to open the large door. As soon as the door creaked open, Sebek was bombarded with confetti, streamers, and a loud bang. He opened his eyes to reveal an elaborate array of decorations covering the dining hall, all holding the dorms colour. 

Sparkling back and green glitter coated the long table, making it nearly impossible to sit down without getting a spec on you. The curtains that dressed the windows were wrapped in a lace bunting spiralling down to the floor, some even overflowing on the cobbled tiles, creating a decorative piece as well as a hazard. Several other decorations were tossed around the room, ranging from party poppers to a hastily painted banner hung up on the far wall. Everyone at the table was wearing a party hat. Lilia worse his with pride, whereas Malleus and Silver looked ready to rip the cheesy object in half. 

"Sebek, so glad you could join us!" Lilia called happily, clapping his hands with amused excitement. "We were informed about the human tradition of a 'birthday party', and we wanted to try it out. What do you think? Good, huh?" Silver raised his brow. Lilia was far too excited for this, and he despised that fact that he had to tag along with the idea. Being human himself, Malleus thought it valuable to gather his opinions on the matter as well. 

It took Sebek a moment to take in this sight. The most noticeable members of Diasomnia had created this just for him. It was hard to believe someone as great as Malleus or Lilia would do something like this for someone like him. He felt unworthy of such efforts, yet there was a slight tug in his chest that warmed his heart. "Malleus, I'm deeply honoured by all of this." He gestured around the room, taking in the bizarre decorations yet again. "I truly feel grateful to be invited. This act of kindness will never be forgotten!"

"Don't thank me," Malleus crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair. "It wasn't my idea." Sebek look confused. If Malleus didn't orchestrate this gathering, then who did? That's when Sebek noticed that two chairs were left vacant. 

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" His questions was answered when a Heartslabyul student came barrelling into the room carrying a silver tray covered by a checkered cloth. There would have been a collision if she hadn't stopped herself at the last second. 

"You?" Sebek's shoulders tensed up as his gaze met hers, brown irises glistening with wonder. His eyes darted around the room, trying to find anything else to focus on. He let out a surprised cough as questions started to swirl through his mind. What was going on? What was she doing here? He looked over his shoulder to his fellow companions, trying to look for any helpful cues. What the hell were they thinking inviting her of all people? They didn't know, did they? Of course not! They couldn't have. But as he tried to search their faces for any optional hints, he was greeted with sly smiles that completely ignored his panicked state, especially from Lilia. That look would forever be burned into his memory. 

"Me!" She happily replied, brushing off his nerves as if they never existed. "You should have told me today was your birthday, I would have made something better!" She placed the tray at the head of the table, a seat respectfully reserved for Malleus. But for one day, someone else was granted permission from the dark fae himself. 

Part of him wanted to join in with the celebration, conquer this overwhelming feeling of self doubt, and finally be able to move forward. But the other part urged him to retreat. He didn't deserve any of this. However, as Sebek looked around the room, the sight of his friends greeting him with eager faces inviting him over, he felt persuaded to stay. With all the effort they put in just for him, he couldn't bring himself to argue. Letting out a defeated sigh that lead into a slight chuckle, Sebek trailed his way over to the seat, trying not to let the overwhelming glee show. He sat down among his peers, a small soft smile littered his features. 

"I didn't have much time to make it, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless." With one swift motion the cloth was removed, revealing a delectable desert. A small green cheesecake with a dark chocolate base was presented on the tray. On the side of the dish was green icing displaying a sloppily written birthday message. But the item that caught everyone eye was the pair of dark chocolate horns that stuck out from the sides. Curved and pointed at the end, it was no question who she had drawn inspiration from. Seeing his superior be reflected in such a way was endearing, if not a tad insulting to his power. 

"Thank you," He breathed out. There was so much more he wanted to say, express his gratitude, and personally thank each member. However, as his mind attempted to select the right words, he couldn't help but draw blanks. There wasn't a sentence he could string together that could ever represent how much this meant to him. Perhaps this time, when surrounded by people who truly cared about him, he could have memories he was proud of. "Thank you, so much..."

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Catching Feelings 6/? (Keanu x OFC)

Summary: AU in which Keanu is down on his luck after he comes to  Hollywood trying to be an actor. To earn some money, he joins this app for   escorts and meets Steph, a rising star who hires him to try to forget   her ex. Neither of them are expecting to fall in love and all the problems it brings. (Previous parts: 1 2 3 4 5)

Author’s Notes: Another week, another chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it and as always, feedback is appreciated.

Wordcount: 3375

Warnings: smutish (dirty talk; powerplay; choking; lots and lots of teasing)

Keanu blinked blearily and confused as he looked around his room, trying to figure out what had woken him up this early. His brain was still dazed, his movements sluggish as he followed the noise, hand finally landing on his cellphone which had found its way under the bed somehow.

The sight of Steph’s name flashing across the screen finally kickstarted his brain and he rushed to answer the call, getting caught in a yawn as the facetime call connected.

“Shit! I woke you up. I’m sorry.” She winced, her tone apologetic and he smiled, waving off her apologies.

“It’s fine,” Keanu replied, voice still thick with sleep as he settled back on the pillows. “I needed to get up anyway.”

When Keanu had left Steph’s house the night he went to pick up his bike, he once again thought that would be the end of this thing they had. He hated himself for walking away, even after she cleared up the entire thing with Kevin, but he really thought it would be for the best.

He was falling in love with her way too hard and that was a problem. She was his client and nothing more. Or at least that was what Keanu tried to tell himself until the night he got home after a meeting a client and found a voicemail from Steph. He had no idea how she got her number, but her ramblings on how much she missed him warmed his heart, right until the part the call disconnected suddenly, and Keanu was left wondering if Steph was alright.

Panic only grew when she didn’t reply to his calls or texts and he was already looking up ways to find out where she was staying when Steph finally called back, letting him know she was fine. There were a handful of times Keanu felt that kind of sheer relief in his life and all of them associated with people he loved with all his heart. As if he needed any more proof of his own feelings. The ones he was running from for the past two months.

However, Keanu decided he was done running and that was what made him call her again later. To make sure she was feeling better and make it clear that what he had with her, it wasn’t something he did with just anyone. Keanu might be an escort, but not all money in the world could make him care for someone as he cared for her and he needed Steph to know that.

Admitting to it was liberating and the facetime calls became a routine for them. At least once a day they would talk, share about their day; chat about stupid things, everything and nothing and all in between.

Steph would send random texts throughout the day, pictures of stuff she thought he would find funny. While Keanu would send the things about home he knew she loved and missed.

It was a very welcome change in their… relationship? Friendship?  Keanu had no idea how to call it, but for the first time, he knew it was completely real. There was no money involved. No strings attached, no confusion due to sex. Though he really missed the mind-blowing sex they had, strangely enough, a month of this, talking every day and joking and trying to watch Netflix together even though there were an ocean and several timezones separating them and Steph seemed to have zero self-control and would always watch an episode or two without him was proving to be even more fulfilling. Even if it meant waking up at crack of dawn to talk to Steph when she was coming back from a whole day of shooting like she was now.

Keanu took a moment to really look at her, drinking the sight of her, no makeup, her hair pulled up and away from her face with the exception of a lock of hair that must have gotten loose and was falling over her big brown eyes. To him, she would never look more beautiful and Keanu felt the proverbial butterflies on his stomach as he watched her.

“You look tired,” Steph commented, disappearing off-screen a second before two soft thuds reached his ears. Probably her boots hitting the carpeted floor. “Long night?”

“Yeah. Got home around 2 a.m.,” Keanu said, scratching his five o’clock shadow. He had been toying with the idea of growing a beard, but Mike, their producer, shot the idea down. It wasn’t the look they were going for.

Steph only hummed noncommittally, her brow furrowing ever so slightly as she looked away and Keanu smirked, his heart picking up speed because he knew that look very well. He spotted that look several times through the last few weeks whenever any magazine or gossip site splashed pictures of Steph and her handsome co-star along with rumors of them dating.

“Dogstar had a gig,” he explained, making her look up startled. “Our first paying one. I mean, it barely covered gas, but still…”

“That’s amazing, Ke!” Her grin was blinding, and his heart did a little flip in his chest. He was head over heels of this woman and there was no point in denying anymore. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks,” he replied, ducking his head a little as he felt his cheeks warm. “Maybe you can come to one of them when you get back.”

“I’d love to,” Steph grinned, picking up the phone and moving through the room. The image shook for a bit before it stabilized again and Keanu could no longer see her, only the white tiles of the bathroom. “We still have another month to go. Next week we’re flying back to Paris for some additional scenes. I’ve always wanted to spend my birthday there, but I didn’t think I’d be alone.”

“Where are you?” Keanu asked, scanning the frame, hearing her giggle before her face showed up again, but sideways.

“I’m changing,” she replied.

“So? Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Keanu pointed out with a smirk and Steph rolled her eyes but came fully into view.

She had taken her sweater off and stood there in jeans and her bra and Keanu could already feel his body responding to the sight of all her gorgeous skin. Her hands fell to her buttons, undoing them so damn slowly he wished he could push them away and do it himself.

Steph turned her back on him before pushing the jeans down, actually giving her ass a little wiggle to shimmy out of them and Keanu groaned, his boxers tight over his growing erection.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he complained, rubbing himself and she had the gall to look over her shoulder with her best ‘who? Me?’ look, complete with that big doe eyes and pout and Keanu chuckled. “You were saying something about your birthday.”

“Yeah,” she said, her expression softening a little as she sat on the edge of the tub and turned the faucet on. “It’s the big three-oh and I’ll be here all by myself.” Steph shrugged. “I mean, sure Vincent is taking me to dinner and I appreciate it, but none of my friends will be here. The real ones at least…”

Keanu bit his cheek to keep himself from reacting to the mention of Vincent. It wasn’t that he was jealous, he just… Who was he kidding? It was exactly because he was jealous, but it wasn’t enough to divert his attention from what really mattered. How sad she looked at the prospect of spending her birthday without her true friends.

“When is it again?” he asked, an idea popping in his head. A terrible, unbelievably crazy idea.

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Keanu paced the room with quick steps, desperately needing to work out some of the nervous energy thrumming through his body and movement had always been the way he did it. Be it by waving his hands around when he was speaking or bouncing his knee or walking around.

Moving his body always had a soothing effect in his mind for some reason and tonight he needed all his strategies to calm himself because if this crazy plan of his backfired, Keanu really didn’t know what he would do.

He had always been an impulsive guy, making decisions without thinking them through. It was what took him to Los Angeles; it was what almost killed him in that mountainside years ago. And now it was what could completely ruin the best relationship Keanu had in a long time.

What if Steph didn’t like the surprise? What if she thought he was crazy for flying all the way to Paris on her birthday without telling her? Yes, she said she wished her real friends could be here to celebrate with her, but it was Keanu who assumed he was included in that category. What if he was wrong? What if he was in love with her, but she wasn’t? What if…

The sound of the phone made him jump and Keanu nearly stumbled on his own feet trying to get it, answering with a quick hello.

“I delivered the envelope, Mr. Reeves,” the concierge spoke, his accent thick and making his words almost indecipherable. “She’s on her way up.”

“Thank you.”

His hands shook as he hung up and hurried through the process of lighting up the candles and dimming the lights, before coming to sit on the edge of the bed, fighting off the urge of bouncing his feet as the minutes ticked by with no sign of her. He adjusted his collar, feeling a little breathless.

What if she went to her own room instead? What if she thought it was some kind of mean joke or a trap from the press? What if she didn’t come at all?

Keanu’s heart lunged in his chest at the low chime of the electronic lock and he got to his feet, coming face to face with a stunned Steph. She stood there for a moment, eyes wide, mouth hanging open and he forced a small, awkward smile.

“Happy birthday?” he said with hesitation, wondering if she hated the surprise until her face shifted into a smile and she all but threw herself on his arms.

Keanu breathed out a sigh of relief, cradling her close to his body, nose buried into her head, breathing in the familiar scent of strawberries. He missed her more than he first realized.

“I thought maybe…” she started, pulling back a little and looking at Keanu with eyes full of wonder and affection. “When you asked me about my birthday, but you didn’t say anything else, I thought it was just wishful thinking, but you’re here.”

“Yeah,” Keanu smiled, resting his forehead against hers. “Is that ok?”

“It’s the best birthday present I could hope for,” Steph said, her lips pulling into a grin. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Keanu cupped her cheek, tracing her face with his thumb, almost as if trying to recommit her features to memory. It wasn’t the same, seeing her through facetime. It didn’t do her justice.

Her hands crossed behind his neck, fingers playing with his hair, massaging his scalp and Keanu tried not to tense as they came way too close to his secret, but since she didn’t seem to notice, he just sighed happily, leaning into the touch for a second, before bending his head and meeting her lips for a kiss, something he was longing for weeks.

Their lips molded perfectly together, finding their rhythm with barely any effort; their tongues moving against one another, tasting and exploring, relearning each other as their hands found their way under their clothes, searching warm skin and familiar curves.

Keanu struggled to get her out of her coat and scarf while her hand moved over his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans and groaned against her lips, getting lost in the feel of it before pulling back and catching her hand.

“I’ve got you a cake,” he announced, and Steph chuckled and nodded, letting Keanu move away from her and lead the way to the table.

Her small gasp at the sight of the black forest mini cake made Keanu grin proudly as Steph glanced from the sugary treat and back at him.

“How did you know it was my favorite?” she asked, and he just shrugged, trying for nonchalant, but feeling so stupidly happy for having put that happy smile on her face. He had googled it like a stalker, but her expression was definitely worth it.

He pulled a chair out for her with one hand, while the other dug through his pocket for the candle and lighter. To Keanu’s surprise, Steph pushed him on the seat and got on his lap, making sure to squirm and wiggle over his cock, dragging out a grunt from him.

“Fucking tease,” he complained, making her chuckle.

“Careful there, Ke. If you keep using that kinda language, I’ll have to gag you,” Steph warned, giving him a sideways smirk. “Or maybe just put that mouth to better use.”

“Cake first” Keanu reminded, arms coming around her to set the candle between the two decorative cherries before lighting it up. “Then you can tie me and gag me and whatever else you want.”

“Is that a promise?” Steph asked her voice low, sounding almost dangerous as she turned sideways on his lap so she could look at him and Keanu gulped, a shiver running down his spine at the look in her eyes.

“Yes,” he replied, meeting her gaze.

Had any woman ever made him feel like this before? Get him this hot and horny with just one look and a couple of suggestive words? Keanu was pretty sure the answer to that was a no. Steph had just a way of turning him on or making him learn things about himself that he never thought it would be possible. It was liberating and that was why he got her that present in the first place. If it wasn’t for Steph, Keanu would never know how much he wanted to try that with her.

At last, Steph turned her attention to the cake in front of her, arching her eyebrow at him Keanu and with a small blush, he sang her happy birthday, his voice low and unsteady. He had no idea why he felt shy about that, but he did.

“You’ve got a nice voice, babe,” she said kissing his cheek.

“I really don’t.” Keanu ducked his head and chuckle. “Anyway, make a wish.”

There was a moment of silence and Steph leaned over, blowing the candle, before turning on Keanu’s lap until she was straddling him and catching his lips in a hungry kiss, rolling her hips tantalizingly and he moaned against her mouth, his cock throbbing and pulsing in his jeans.

“Aren’t you…?”

“Later,” she cut him off, lips traveling over his jaw until she caught his earlobe between them, sucking lightly and pleasure shot through Keanu, his hands tightening over her thighs almost at their own accord. “Right now, I just you to fuck me.”

Keanu tensed for a second, hesitant and unsure of what he was about to propose. Steph felt it and pulled back, giving him a worried look.

“Something’s wrong?”

“No…” he breathed out, brushing away the hair from her face and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I just… got you something.”

“You didn’t have to, Ke,” she hurried to say, and he thought he saw her flush. “Just the fact that you flew all the way here…”

“I wanted to…” he assured, patting her leg gently so she would stand up and he could move to his suitcase and get it.

Keanu hesitated, back turned to her, box in his hands. He took another breath, before facing Steph again and handing it to her. It was a simple black rectangular box, wrapped with a blue bow. Steph pulled it loose and opened the lid, frowning at its contents.

“A chain?” she asked with a confused frown, looking up at him.

“A-uh leash, actually,” Keanu explained, swallowing hard as he unbuttoned the first couple buttons of his shirt, exposing the leather collar around his neck and Steph gasped, staring at him with wide eyes. “Is this ok?”

“Ke… I…” she stuttered, meeting his gaze again. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his smile a little hesitant, but very hopeful. “I thought a lot about it and… I never came as hard jerking off as when I was picturing this. I want it.”

She watched him for a moment as if trying to spot a lie in his statement or stance and he fought the urge to squirm under her scrutiny. Keanu knew Steph just wanted to make sure he wasn’t just trying to please her, which he was, to an extent, but this was about him as much as it was about her.

Finally, she moved closer to him, eyes never leaving his as she undid the rest of the buttons and pushed the shirt off his shoulders before caressing his chest, slowly making her way to the black band circling his neck.

Her small fingers ran over the edge gently, before she slipped one finger under the collar, making it tighter and Keanu swallowed hard, shuddering at the feel of it restraining his breathing just a little, making him gasp.

“Oh, babe…” Steph whispered, voice low and sultry as she petted his cheek. “You really like this, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am.” It still amazed Keanu how quickly he slipped into this whenever she used that tone with him. It was almost a pavlovian reaction by now.

“Then who am I to deny you?” she smirked at him, crooking her finger and tugging lightly on the collar and Keanu followed the motion, bending his head closer to her. Being rewarded with a dirty, searing kiss. “Especially when you’ve been such a good boy.”

She let go of him and took a step back, once again just watching him, lip between her teeth, her eyes dark and full of want.

“You look so beautiful like this, Ke,” Steph said, and he felt his cheeks heating up in embarrassment, so he ducked his head, dodging her eyes and shifting in place, hands clasped together in front of his body. “And you’re blushing? That’s so sweet.”

“Please…” his voice was low, pleading.

Not only he didn’t like being complimented like that, but his body felt like was about to combust and he was so hard it was getting painful. He couldn’t wait anymore. Keanu just wanted her. Almost desperately.

She smiled at him and nodded, moving closer once again and turning her back to him, exposing the zipper of her dress.

“Go ahead.”

He pulled it down slowly, the fabric parting to reveal her back and the purple lace of her bra. Keanu pulled the zipper all the way it would go, before pushing the straps of the dress off her shoulders, letting his lips graze over her nape and smiling lightly when goosebumps rose on her skin.

“I don’t remember allowing you to touch,” Steph chided softly, turning around to look at him and Keanu groaned at the sight before him. She was so damn beautiful.

“Sorry ma’am,” he mumbled, head down.

“No, you’re not.” She smirked.

She grabbed the chain from the box, before clasping it on the metal link on the collar and tugging on it tentatively. Keanu gasped and moaned at the feel of it, the way it tightened and led his movements. His cock twisted inside his pants, making his stumble forward even more uncomfortable.

With her free hand, Steph undid his jeans, shoving it down his hips and clicking her tongue at his lack of underwear. Keanu couldn’t care for anything except the relief of finally having his erection free.

“Someone’s eager,” she teased, pulling on the leash again with one hand, while the other stroked his cock and Keanu’s brain short-circuited at the combination of sensations.

Steph swallowed his moans in another kiss before she nipped on his bottom lip and pulled back to look at his dazed, unfocused eyes.

“This is gonna be fun.”

xx(tbc) xxx

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Love Never Wilting

Heeeeey!  I know this is technically late for @shipmistress9‘s Hiccstrid week 2020 for most of yall, but I managed to whip this up juuust in time for that annnnd Hiccup’s birthday... at least in my timezone anyway lol.  Wanted to try something I hadn’t done before, namely... very minor drama, but not really?  It’s fluffy at the end, just has Astrid having some doubts and worries and there being a misunderstanding of sorts, ya get the drill.  *shrugs*

Anywho, hope ya like it!

Things were warming up on the isle of Berk.  The long winter that usually plagued the island was getting further and further off as the weather was approaching the balmiest it ever got, the few crops hardy enough to live here were starting to bear fruit… if it could be called that, and flowers were beginning to bloom.  It was also warming up in another way, for it was Freydagr…

...And Astrid hadn’t quite decided if she was more worried that she hadn’t seen Hiccup, or frustrated.

See, Freydagr was a special holiday for the Vikings.  It wasn’t celebrated quite as widely as Snoggletog, with as much flair as Dreadfall, nor did it have an event dedicated to it like Thawfest.  Rather, Freydagr was celebrated mostly by young or newer couples, those looking for the opportunity to try and romance another, orrr those lucky married couples that hadn’t lost their spark as the years went on, and Astrid felt like she and Hiccup fell into the new couples category at least.

She and Hiccup had only become a couple before last winter.  Things were sweet, passionate… amazing, but for at least a week she could barely keep him around.  He was always busy, and being the son of the chief and leader of the dragon riders meant that was often the case.  Still, he still made time for her, and she’d often come along to help out when things were too much.

Now, though, not only was he often busy, but he was insistent on doing it on his own, and that bothered her.  Maybe it was a bit early to worry, but this was all new territory for her. On the battlefield or in the air, she knew what to do, but she had practice, had built experience or was able to learn from someone.  Maybe she could ask her parents about this sort of thing, perhaps Gobber if she was desperate, but it felt… embarrassing.

Her cheeks flushed before she huffed, her brows knitting closer as she looked around the village.  Of course, she knew Hiccup was in the forge, but part of her hoped and dreaded something else was up.  Maybe she’d stumble upon him getting her some gems from afar that he had to work towards trading for, or maybe she’d find Ruffnut making a move and-

The shieldmaiden shook her hair, took a breath.  She knew he wouldn’t do that, she trusted him…

Then why did she feel so worried?

Astrid tried to shake the thought off, her footsteps faster, harder.  It wasn’t much longer until she was near the forge.  Hiccup wasn’t out hammering or smelting, so that meant he was likely in his old workshop inside.

She could hear something going on inside, but she wasn’t able to tell what, not yet.  Astrid slowed down, her steps softening, not wanting to startle Hiccup.  From what she could tell, he was alone.  No Toothless trying to knock anything down with his wings and tail, no twins giggling over a prank that’d probably backfire, and she definitely didn’t hear Fishlegs because she knew she’d hear the two of them talking about a potential new species of dragon.  Instead, he was mostly quiet, occasionally muttering to himself.  Whatever he was doing, he was focused.

As Astrid reached the threshold to his little area, she came to a pause, unsure whether she should go through.  It wasn’t like she hadn’t come in before, but now it started to feel like she was about to barge in on his privacy.  If she did that… where was the trust?

Letting out a sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair and gave a frustrated sigh before turning on her heel.  Whatever it was that he was up to… he’d tell her, sooner or later.

Just as she had taken a few steps away was when the curtain behind her was pulled away, and she felt herself freeze for just a moment, feeling like she was caught with a stolen ale when she was younger.

“Oh, Astrid, there you are!”  She could hear the smile in his voice, and she felt both at ease and tenser still.  Slowly she started to turn, his raised brow coming into view.  “Is everything okay?  You look pale… wait, nevermind.”  His smile grew, especially after heat started to rush into her cheeks, and all of this started to put her more at ease.

“Yeah, I… just…”  She scratched the back of her neck, not sure how to go about telling him what she was worried about, when she noticed he was holding something behind his back.  “...Got something back there?”

“Heh, sharp eye.”  With that, he brought whatever he was holding… And Astrid couldn’t help but blink a bit at what she saw.  In his hands was a flower, or at least it looked like one, but it was unlike any she had seen.  The petals were shined like silver with bits of gold along the edges, the stem smooth but strong, not bending under its own weight.  “Hiccup, what is this?”  She brought her hand up to it, gently taking it from his grasp.  He didn’t provide any resistance on his part.

“Welllll… I knew Freydagr was coming up, so I knew I had to get you something, but I wanted to make it unique.  It took me a bit, but it finally hit me: A flower, but one that’d never wilt.”  He looked down to his creation.  “It was a lot harder to do than I thought it’d be, so many thin pieces that I had to try and bend just right, and that’s not even getting into how much trouble I had just drawing this out and getting a good look to go with.”

“Yeah, I bet you had gone through our stockpile of charcoal and paper.”  Astrid felt a grin tug at her lips, bringing the flower closer.

“You wouldn’t know the half of it.  Had to get some help from Gobber, and some books on jewelry making for the bits of gold I added.  I was hoping to try and get some berries to give a sweet smell to it, maybe get the stem painted, but I guess I had run out of time.”

“Hiccup, it’s perfect, I love it.”  She looked up to him, before giving his shoulder pad a light thud.  “That’s for disappearing on me and making me worry.”

Hiccup rubbed his arm and rolled his eyes.  Her punches were purely playful by now, not really hurting or aching anymore… though he still rubbed his arm out of reflex.  “Well, kind of had to keep it a secret and all to make it a surprise…”

Her grin growing just a bit more, she leaned in and pulled him in, pressing her lips against his and brushing noses together in the process.  Her body tingled in delight, and the feeling still stuck even after she pulled back.  “Still… I guess I got to get you something too, and I think I got just the thing!  I got this recipe for tuna pot pie that I’ve been trying out, think you’ll love it.”  With that, she took his hand and started to lead him back home, beaming brightly while being oblivious to how pale Hiccup had suddenly gotten.

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1025

Have you ever started reading a book and wondered if you’d read it before? I don’t read all that often so no, I don’t usually feel as though I’m encountering a book for the second time. I do read a lot of wrestlers’ memoirs and sometimes I’ll come across the same story told from two different accounts, but for the most part I’m able to tell who wrote which.

What has been bothering you a lot lately? This new and major life change still, obviously. I had a beautiful, grand vision of graduating college with a significant other and building our future together and supporting each other in whatever path we take, so having to dismantle all of that against my will and calling it a ‘bother’ is definitely an understatement.

What (or who) have you been missing lately? Everything pre-September. My life has been going downhill ever since. I do try to make life a little better for myself everyday, but I’d be lying to myself if I say life has been the same.

Are you trustworthy? Yes.

Did your parents teach that white lies were ok? They never taught me this specifically, but I can imagine that my mom is more the type to tell me something like this should the need arise.

Have you ever hallucinated? I don’t think so. The closest thing to hallucinating I experienced was when I was 5. I had a high fever and kept having these awful nightmares, and I could barely tell the difference between being in the nightmare and real life. If I remember correctly, I had already woken up after my grandma shook me but I was still in the nightmare ~AU~ and still kept yelling things that were relevant in my nightmare.

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? OMG, closed all the way. It would bother me to no end if the door was open, to the point that I probably wouldn’t even be able to fall asleep.

What flags do you have in your room, if any? I used to have a Pride flag but that’s gone now cos it was too muddy and dirty anyway. 

What (or who) is the best thing that ever happened to you? I can think of more than one, honestly. There’s Gabie, my college life, my college org, and my first job that I’m actually incredibly happy in. Past me just wanted a job that can let me earn on my own, so it’s such a fun bonus to be happy where I am.

What is the worst decision you ever made? Allowing myself to be treated like shit because “this person will change one day, I just have to wait.” Ugh, I really need to start being nicer to myself.

Do you miss college? Yeah but with this COVID thing I’m kinda glad I got out of there just in time. I probably would’ve missed college a lot more if life had remained normal, but with the new norm being online classes and asynchronous learning and never getting to be in campus...I preferably wouldn’t want to take part in these things.

Have you ever called a teacher “mom”? No.

What is your favorite arcade game? I just go for the basketball ones every time. The piano blocks game is also fun, as well as the arcade beer pong.

Do you feel neglected? Yeah. I don’t really have a choice, though. It’s something I’ve had to adjust to.

What school subject(s) are/were your best? For both high school and college, I got my best grades in history classes and electives. I’m one of the rare species who doesn’t have a problem with – and actually enjoys – memorization, lol. I also did well in English lit and biology.

Are you allergic to grass? I don’t believe I’m allergic but in my old school my legs used to get extremely irritated with the grass we have over there and it would itch like a bitch. It definitely could’ve be an allergy, but I only ever got such a reaction in that place and it’s never happened anywhere else.

Do you remember to water plants? My parents like to take care of that chore, so I don’t have to remember to do so.

What season is your birthday in? Uhhhh according to the Western calendar lol, I think it’s spring? We don’t have that here though, and we don’t follow ‘seasons’ in general except for dry and wet.

Name 3 creative people you know. Nina, Berns, Andi.

Name 3 YouTubers you aspire to be like. I don’t really aspire to be like any of them...I watch certain YouTube channels because I find them entertaining, not because I necessarily want to be them. One video creator I watch whose life seems to be so perfect and whose life I certainly wouldn’t complain about if I suddenly had it, though, is Andi Manzano. Heart Evangelista’s a good pick, too.

What color was your first car? It’s white.

What year did you graduate? I graduated high school in 2016 and college in 2020. < Found a twin.

When was the last time you saw the person you currently have feelings for? Early September.

Have you ever been scammed? Hmm, I don’t think so.

Are you allergic to pollen? Nope.

What style of wedding dress do you like best? Something lace, backless to an extent, and preferably body-hugging as I don’t like dresses that would appear too poofy on me. Think Kate Middleton’s wedding dress but just slightly less poof on the bottom part.

Are you over your first love? No.

Do you talk on the phone a lot? I used to. I don’t anymore.

Would you rather call or text? Text, but if I had to explain something or if something had to be explained to me, I don’t mind getting into a call as long as I’m briefed first. 

Do you always answer your phone? I never do unless I recognize the number. If it’s an unknown contact, I’m hitting Reject immediately because decent people text first before calling.

When was the last time you went to a party? Late Feb. It was the same party for Hans and his friends’ small business that had hit its first year that I’ve mentioned several times on here, ugh. Haven’t really been to any gatherings since then.

What was the last thing you ate? A chocolate donut from J.Co.

What’s the last book you checked out from the library? It’s a book summarizing the Philippines’ entire history that I wish I had more time to read and appreciate.

Do you have a twitter? Yeah but since the pandemic hit my tweets have been a lot less fun for obvious reasons, so I haven’t been using it a lot.

If so, what was the last thing you tweeted? “the things i do for @Mythical aaaaaahhhhhh 1 AM-9 AM livestream later and I still have work from 9 AM-6 PM tomorrow” then the dizzy emoji copy-pasted six times. SERIOUSLY though, timezones suck and I shake my fist at LA for being 16 hours behind lmaaaao, jk. But Good Mythical Morning has never had an all-day livestream before and they never said anything about archiving it on their channel when it’s over, so I don’t want to miss out. It’s whatevs, I’ll just drink a shitload of coffee tomorrow for work.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? I think it was my mom, but it’s been a while since that call.

What’s the last thing you cooked on the stove? I was making a Monte Cristo but it was to cook the egg mixture that I had coated the sandwich in, not cook the sandwich itself.

What color is the cover of the last notebook you used? Green. It was a freebie from the old PR agency I interned at, so it’s a little funny I’m now using it to take notes at my present agency.

Who was the last person you know to have a birthday? Gab’s youngest sister.

Who sent the last e-mail you got? It’s from a workmate, and I just got CC’d so it wasn’t addressed directly to me.

What song is currently stuck in your head? For the whole afternoon it had been Look After You by The Fray, so let’s just go with that.

Do you have a favorite shape? No.

What color are the sheets on your bed? Blue with some yellow and gold prints.

What time do you usually go to bed? 10:30 is a safe bedtime.

Do you ever use coloring books? I’ve got loads of them but they have not been colored since early 2019 because I have yet to invest in a good set of coloring pencils.

Are you planning on watching the Olympics? No, it never appealed to me.

Do you pronounce the word “often” with or without a “t” in the middle? I never pronounce it with the t sound.

Have you ever been on a trapeze? Nope.

Do you enjoy popping bubble wrap? I was more obsessed with it as a kid and will hoard the bubble wrap I see at home. These days I’d still pop a good size of it, but it’s not like my life anymore.

Are there any waterfalls near where you live? There’s one in the city, but I wouldn’t say it’s near. I have to drive to the upper part of the city to get to the waterfalls which would probably take me around a half hour to do.

Do you like seafood? Oh for sure. My life pretty much runs on seafood.

Have you ever had to wear a uniform for anything? I wore a school uniform from kindergarten all the way through to high school.

If so, what did it look like? The blouse was white while the necktie and the skirt were plaid, mostly in red. We also had to wear black leather shoes with white socks.

Do you personally know anyone who is an author? My great-uncle wrote the said library book I checked out. I also had a number of professors who are established authors.

Do you own a Polaroid camera? Nah but I’ve always wanted one. Maybe now’s my chance to finally get my own.

Do you enjoy baking? It looks fun and is definitely something I’d want to try my hand on.

What’s your favorite type of flower? Peonies. < Agreed.

Last time (if ever) you were on an airplane, where were you going? I was headed back to Manila and unbeknownst to us at the time, that arrival would be known for the biggest family argument we have had thus far. I don’t want to go back to that place in my head again, so let’s just move on.

Do you know anyone who is left-handed? Mhm, like Aya.

What is something you think is underrated? Macarons do not get enough love for sure. It’s god-tier dessert.

Around what temperature do you consider it to be too hot outside? As soon as it hits 30ºC, I’m complaining.

In what ways do you expect your life to be different one year from now? Thanks to Gabie and the irreparable mess she has since caused, I’m too scared to think of the future now. I never want to predict or hope for things anymore, and I’d rather wing shit from now on and not expect certain things to happen.

How often do you travel outside of the state/province you live in? I live right on the border of two regions so I literally went out of my home city/region every day whenever I had to report to school. I will be doing the same once where allowed to report in the workplace.

What’s a hobby you used to have, but don’t anymore? Reading.

What has been your favorite job you’ve had so far? I’ve only had one but it’s been a blast so far and I don’t plan on shifting paths because this is where I’ve always planned to be in. That said, I love my job in PR and working with different clients.

What’s your favorite kind of salsa/dip to go with tortilla chips? Sour cream!

Do you wash your car by hand or drive through a car wash? My parents take turns washing it by hand.

Where is the farthest north you’ve traveled to? Jeju, South Korea.

Farthest south? Bali, Indonesia.

East? Idk...Fukuoka in Japan or some province in the Philippines? I’m not too sure which is east-er, lmao.

West? Malaysia. Would’ve been Thailand if we actually got to go there this year -__- but whatever.

How often do you run the dishwasher? We don’t have one.

Do you wash your face at the sink or in the shower? Eh, either is fine but I do it at the sink a little more often.

Name a stereotype about your gender that you don’t fit. I cannot for the life of me relate to makeup or skincare routines. I also never understood the appeal of Instagram and posing for photos in public and painstakingly editing them for likes.

Name a stereotype about your age that you don’t fit. ^ I think those still fit here, since people my age are into both.

Do you have any unusual decorations in your home? We have masquerade masks on our living room table and I don’t understand why my mom, queen of throwing things out, is not throwing them out. It’s such a random...addition and they don’t go with the vibe of the house at all. But they’ve been hanging out there for so long that my family doesn’t even notice anymore, and much less do they say anything about them.

Do you have any uncommon kitchen appliances, such as espresso machines, waffle irons, etc? We have a coffee maker, which is a bit of a unnecessary/luxury purchase where I live; I dunno if it’s the same for other countries. My dad’s a chef so he knows all the tips and hacks to be resourceful in the kitchen, and so he’s never felt the need to buy any other fancy shmancy kitchen stuff like air fryers or waffle irons or sandwich presses.

What did your parents major/minor in in college, if they went? They both took up hotel and restaurant management, just in different universities.

Has either of their careers influenced what career you chose or want to pursue? HAHAHAHA, not at all. People are often surprised when I tell them about what my parents do for living which is understandable, given that journalism and PR are such far cries from the hospitality industry as a whole.

What is the highest level math class you’ve completed? Trig and calc.

How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? ...I’m still learning...

How old were you when you learned how to swim? Around 4 or 5. My parents liked taking us to this water park every weekend when my siblings and I were a lot younger, so I learned how to handle myself in the water from all those trips.

How do you react when someone is rude to you? If it’s someone I know and am close with, I just tell them directly that they’re having a bit of an attitude with me. If it’s anyone else, my reaction depends on my mood: if I’m feeling nice I just simply counter the rudeness with kindness, but sometimes I’ll be just as big of a bitch, just subtle.

Have you ever had a friend who was too clingy? Yes, back in middle school. I feel bad now, because I kind of just ditched her, but at the time I felt like it was my only option. < I remember being like this with someone Gab and I tried to be friends with back in Grade 7. Sofie was also a little clingy, but in a way that I never minded it because I actually enjoyed her company.

What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Typhoons, definitely.

Why is your least favorite season your least favorite? The dry season, because I hate the sun.

Do you have a Netflix account? We have a family bundle and I have my own account on that. But yeah, I don’t pay for it.

Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? We don’t have an attic but there was one time a stray cat got into the house and it took forever to get it back out, lol. It was feisty so we couldn’t just pick it up. The cat also ended up scratching some of our curtains.

Where is your favorite place to go on vacation? Anywhere new, man. My only traveling rule is to not repeat destinations, at least not within 5-7 years. I’m open to exploring any town or city or country I’ve never been to.

How long does it take to get there? -

When was the last time you started a “new chapter” of your life? It was a new chapter last August when I graduated college, but I had to very hurriedly turn the page into a new chapter when I got my internship - that would eventually lead to my first job - and went through a breakup last September.

What room in your home do you spend the least amount of time in? I rarely go inside my sister’s room, just because there’s never really any reason to be there unless I’m borrowing something from her.

What is the last random act of kindness you did? Gave a small tip to the nice man who helped me get out of my parking spot when I went to the bank yesterday. Loiterers are common in public areas and they’ll usually help out people exiting from their parking, so I usually give whatever I can to help them get by. 

Do you do anything to reduce the amount of electricity you use? My bedroom light is never turned on, but I don’t really do it specifically to reduce my electricity usage. I just don’t like my personal space to be too bright, and it’s just a nice bonus to be able to save on electricity while doing so.

Are you usually open to trying a new food that you aren’t familiar with? Typically, yes, although I do have certain foods that I have no interest in trying. < Yep. I’m open to absolutely anything but if a meal has something I already don’t like, like fruits or raisins, then I shy away from those.

Do you listen to Panic! At The Disco? Not as often as I used to, but I definitely still have soft spots for A Fever, Pretty. Odd., and Vices & Virtues. As for the newer music, I don’t tune in to the albums themselves and listen to the entire tracklists but I wouldn’t skip a P!ATD single if it came on the radio.

Have you ever had a kinky dream about a celebrity? I probably have but they’ve all been forgettable.

Is there a song you can’t stop listening to atm? Not really. I’ll listen to Hayley here and there, but that’s it.

Has anyone ever told you that they loved you, and you couldn’t say it back? Yes. This has been the case with my mom for around 6-7 years now. I guess there was just one point in our relationship where she got too mad, I got too traumatized, and it has since kept me from saying it back.

If your Facebook status doesn’t get any likes/comments, does it bother you? Yeah, especially if I shared something deeply personal and important to me, like a life achievement. Of all social media, people are always most likely to react on Facebook (relatives in particular would like or heart anything I post lmao) so a post that would go completely ignored would be confusing but would also sting.

Which friend do you confide in most? Used to be Gabie but now it’s either Anj or Andi.

Do you wear a cross? No.

What is your opinion on Arby’s? THIS IS SUCH A LONG SURVEY, AAAHHHHHHHH. Anyway, never had it. I have heard Arby’s is one of the rather mid-tier restaurants in the US, like it’s not trash but it’s no In-N-Out...I’d still love to try it though. Aren’t they known for like roast beef sandwiches or something? Those sound delightful.

When you have your own kitchen, how will it be done? I just want it to be idiot-proof because I can get pretty dumb in the kitchen.

What is your favorite doughnut? Chocolate glazed with sprinkles. Will always be a kid at heart when it comes to donuts.

Do you have a hot tub? If so, where is it located? We don’t have one.

Did you read the Twilight series, or jump on the bandwagon after the movie? I jumped on the bandwagon once the first movie came out, which was still pretty early on in the whole Twilight craze tbh. I started in 2009 when I was able to read all the books and watch New Moon in the cinema, then I proceeded to catch the midnight screenings for all the movies that came after that.

What is your favorite party game? Pinoy Henyo is a big favorite. It’s basically a Filipino version of Heads-Up, just ever so slightly better and more chaotic, which makes it funnier.

Do you or your parents rake your yard? My mom sweeps, not rakes.

Were you pro-Obama? I think ‘pro’ is too strong a stance. I like remaining neutral and cautious when it comes to US presidents especially considering the US’ history of imperialism in and overall relationship with my country but like, I don’t hate Obama. My vote, if I ever was eligible, would still go to him, but of course it’s best to remain wary and critical of his moves.

What is your favorite scent from Bath & Body Works? I don’t really have one. I don’t do much shopping there. < Same.

What was the last illegal thing you did? Probably speeding. My lunch break ends at 1 PM but I was still at the bank by like 12:50 yesterday, so I had to drive like a maniac to get home on time lmao.

Who did you last go to the movies with? Gabie.

What color was the last vehicle you were in? White.

Do you have any family members in the military right now? As far as I know, no.

Is there a ceiling fan in the room you’re in? Nope, no ceiling fans in the house in general.

When was the last time you wished time would move faster? Today. I love my work, but it can get tiring too and I also find myself occasionally wishing the day was over already.

Are there any owls in your room (as decor, of course)? Nopes. But I do remember when owls were a popular hipster design and everyone had like owl necklaces and shit. What a time.

Have you ever heard voices? Like other voices in my head? No.

Do you believe in angels and demons? Nope.

Who is the worst neighbor you have ever had? It wasn’t my neighbors per se but the helpers of my neighbors used to play cheesy 80s and 90s hits obnoxiously loud every morning and it woke me up every time and I didn’t really have a choice but wait for their stupid listening session to end. I’m so glad they since stopped, but it was my own little piece of hell back then.

Did your Barbies go on dates? [continued from last night] I didn’t do much with my Barbies, honestly. I was mostly curious about their production and liked taking off their clothes to see how the toy company dealt with their private areas lmao. I think my sister and I also drew and doodled on a bunch of our dolls.

If you’re not straight, who was the first person you came out to? I didn’t really do any coming out. One day I just acknowledged my attraction towards Gabie with myself, and when I started dating her I just let everyone figure it out for themselves. I’ve never felt like I had an orientation anyway, so I never felt the need to come out.

Where did you meet your first crush? School, back in kindergarten. But we didn’t formally meet until the end of grade school.

Do you remember the first time your first crush ever said hi to you? Not at all. I remember the people who introduced us, but not our first meeting itself.

Do you ever go places with wet hair? On some days back in college, when there was no traffic going to school I would end up arriving with my hair still kind of wet. This is also the case with Sunday mass (when we could still attend), since we usually headed out as soon as we had taken a shower.

Who is your favorite little girl? I’m a sucker for my friends’ little sisters, like Gabie’s and Athenna’s. I also never got to have a lot of female cousins, so I cherish the few ones I have - Maggie, Bree, and Sam - who are all considerably younger than me.

What do you want the most in life? Contentment. Wherever place I ultimately end up in, I hope to find satisfaction and contentment in it.

What is a decision you’ve made that changed your entire life? Choosing to say ‘fuck it, what do I have to lose’ and send a letter of interest for my present company, who didn’t even have any job openings at the time I sent it out. If I shied away from the lack of openings and never sent out that letter, I never would have been offered an internship, and without taking that internship I never would have been offered a job after a couple of months. So I have to say that’s a pretty fucking solid move of mine.

Do you ever wonder what kind of person you’d have turned out to be if a certain event never happened to you? Sigh. I avoid this exact thought all the time because of how sad it’s able to make me.

When you’re home alone, do you still shower with the bathroom door closed? Yup, it’s just habit.

If you could have anyone’s singing voice, whose would you choose? I’d pick Billie Eilish’s insane ability to hold very soft/quiet notes (ugh, she’s grown on me), Hayley Williams’ range, and Beyoncé’s stamina.

What are your top 3 favorite genres of music? Synth pop, indie rock, R&B.

Where did you buy your dishes from? My mom bought our newest set from...probably a department store. Idk, I wasn’t there with her when she got it a few weeks ago.

Do you think Mars will be colonized in your lifetime? There’ll be advancements in this lifetime for sure, but we’ve got a long way to go before colonization is even remotely feasible.

What’s the most expensive thing you’ve bought that turned out to be a waste of money? Maybe all the shit I bought Gabie throughout the six years, most of them I had to skip meals for? Lmao just kidding, I’m not that kind of ex. I got her a lot of useful stuff, like a Hydroflask, and I mean I don’t completely regret buying them. As long as she still uses them and as long as those things still help in making life easier for her, then the purchases are still worth it.

What’s something you’ve bought that turned out to be way more useful than you anticipated? My cross stitch kit that I thought I was never going to learn. I am now realizing how fun it is and will probably buy a shit ton of kits for myself once Christmas season is over.

Have you ever been on a ship? Yes. My dad gave me a cruise trip for my 18th birthday, and it ended up being really fun :)

Do you ever take intentional breaks from checking/posting on social media? Yeah, I go on detoxes 1-2 times a year where I deactivate all my accounts and am only reachable through text. It usually happens every Christmas season, but sometimes I’ll go through a particularly low point where I’d feel the need to go on a social media break.

Who was Van Halen’s better singer - David Lee Roth, or Sammy Hagar? I don’t listen to Van Halen.

Which fictional character has the most memorable quotes? Any character from BoJack Horseman. What’s a class you did not take in school, but now wish you had? I wasn’t required to take foreign language electives in college like other courses, so I really wish I got to take them :( I can’t imagine how fun it would’ve been to go to class for the sole purpose of learning Spanish or Korean or Italian. Also, even though I took like 5-6 history electives, I still wish I had the chance to take all the other history offerings.

Have you ever been to either of your parents’ workplaces? I have been in the general vicinity of both – my mom works in a hotel and we’ve booked rooms there several times, while my cruise took place in the liner my dad works in. But I’ve only ever been to my dad’s workplace, when he took some time out of his day to show me his kitchen and let me have some of the escargot before they went out to guests :)

What do you think of the ‘Healthy At Every Size’ movement/philosophy? I quickly looked it up and I don’t disagree with its thesis.

Have you ever been bitten so hard that their teeth marks were there after? I used to be like this with Gab, but with me...hmm, my mom liked biting us as kids, and sometimes she’d go pretty hard, yeah. It was never out of anger, of course.

Ever been given a hickey? (Love bite) Yes.

Ever gave one? Anddddd yes.

Are you more of an outgoing type or shy type? Shy if a situation is overall unfamiliar, but I can be outgoing once I start to warm up.

Do you think it’s weird if guys wear make-up like eyeliner? Nope.

Are you self conscious? If so what are you self conscious about? Having been unceremoniously dumped, I’m self-conscious about a million things rn. It’ll take a while for things to be back on track again, self-esteem-wise.

Are you flirty at all? No.

Are you racist at all? I don’t particularly like the Chinese because of the way they treat Filipinos and how most of them behave in my country, like that one asshat who was caught shitting in a local tourist spot here. It gets too tiring to keep on forgiving them at some point.

Would you ever date a disabled person? (Be honest) I don’t see a reason why I wouldn’t.

If you found a baby randomly by itself what would you do? If they were distressed, I’d take them to the nearest security guard and ask for help in looking for their parents. I honestly have no clue how I’d deal with a kid who was otherwise bubbly and doing okay by themselves because I might just look like a kidnapper if I went near them lol.

Would you rather adopt or have your own child? Have my own.

What would you class as cheating on someone? If you’re doing something that requires you to be too close with another person to the point that you have to acknowledge that your partner is not aware of what you’re up to/they don’t have to know what you’re up to. Once that acknowledgment is out of the bag, it’s cheating for me.

Do you try to be politically correct? Yeah.

What’s your favorite kind of sea critter? Dolphins.

Have you ever tasted locally-made honey before? I don’t think so.

As far as earrings go, would you rather wear hoops or studs? Hoops for days.

Do you find P.E. humiliating, or think schools shouldn’t teach it? I think it’s vital to have PE in an education system that requires students to be mostly on their butts. A lot of people hate getting physical and active, and that’s exactly the reason why PE should be around.

Do you recycle? I try to, whenever I can.

Are you interested in current world issues? Yep yep, very.

Do you think you are mature, or immature? I can definitely be petty at times, but I think I mostly act maturely and that those who know me can back me up on it.

What kind of career are you interested in? Public relations, which is under the umbrella of media and communications. I like not being tied to one product, and it’s always awesome to see campaigns that I help with for various big brands come to life.

Do you own a pair of sunglasses? Nah. I was never into them.

Do you use bobby pins, hair clips, or elastic hair ties? Which? I use a hair tie on a daily basis and bobby pins for formal events where I need my hair to be pristinely neat. I nevr use hair clips.

How badly do you get acne? (If at all) Oh god. I got two pimples in between my eyes right now, and it’s the first time I’ve gotten acne since...a year and a half, maybe? My acne isn’t bad at all and it’s never been an issue, so I always panic on the extremely rare occasions I see one or two pop up on my face.

What’s the best way to cope with a breakup? I should be the one asking that! Tips are always welcome, you guys.

If someone dislikes you, what is most likely to be the reason? I probably came off as aloof, which is a fairly common observation.

How many text messages do you have in your inbox at the moment? I don’t delete messages and my phone doesn’t provide me with the total, so suffice it to say there are probably thousands of texts currently in my phone.

When was the last time you had a difficult decision to make? I’m still deciding if I want to keep Gabie around. She honestly doesn’t deserve it, but she’s also my best friend in the world, so idk.

In school, what subjects do/did you find the most difficult? Chemistry, trigonometry, calculus. Physics was hard in high school but became easier in college, and I believe it boils down to the teachers who taught them.

Do you still speak to the person you had your first kiss with? Yes.

Where did you meet the last person you swapped numbers with? I haven’t done that in a while.

Who was the last person to add you as a friend on Facebook? I think it was one of my cousins, Maggie. I don’t remember. But it was probably her.

Who was the last person that asked if you were okay? Maybe Andi? I haven’t had anyone ask me that for a while now.

What does your handwriting look like? I’m the go-to person whenever neat handwriting is needed on a document or something, so I guess that must mean my handwriting is decent. The biggest comment that I get, though, is that my letters are too tiny hahaha.

Do you use any products on your hair, other than shampoo and conditioner? Sometimes I’ll use hair gel for important events because I have the most annoying baby hairs, but otherwise those two are pretty much all I use.

Who were your best friends in primary school? Angela, Pia, Tammy, Marielle, Pam, Gaille, Nina.

Do you still speak to any of them? I only ever actively speak with Angela; she’s still my best friend. Pia and I are mutuals on social media and we’ll sometimes keep the other up to speed with the latest gossip lolol, but I wouldn’t call her my best friend. I lost contact with Tammy, Nina, and Pam after high school, and Gaille when she migrated. I cut Marielle out of my life after she did something shitty that broke my trust.

What was the last thing you bought from a vending machine? A bottle of water, I think.

What color hair did your first crush have? Black.

What type of shoes do you find the most comfortable? Sneakersssssss.

Are you more masculine or feminine? More feminine, definitely.

If you could design your own mug, what would you put on it? I don’t know how to...design things on my own lol, but I’d love a Friends-themed mug, or maybe even a GMM-themed one :)

What is the best beach you’ve been to? Palawan felt almost unreal with how breathtaking it was. I really felt at peace there.

What is one thing you physically can’t do? Lift a water container.

Have you ever been to a funeral? Not a funeral, but I’ve been to several wakes.

Have you ever visited your state’s capitol building? I don’t think we have those.

Have you ever visited your nation’s capitol building? Again, we don’t have those.

Do/did you have a favorite seat in church? My mom, in what really shouldn’t come as a shock, has always liked for us to be in the front row. I’m SO glad we don’t have to physically attend mass anymore; I always felt like I was being burned alive whenever I entered a church lol

What is your favorite park? I wish I had an answer for this but we don’t have any public parks because Philippines.

Have you ever felt an earthquake? Yeah, it happens prrrrretty often, at least once every few months. There was one just last week.

Do you chew gum regularly? Nah but this did made me think of JM, who always had a pack of gum with him without fail everyday.

Where did you go on your first train ride? It was headed to Manila, but my destination was Pasay.

Do you know anyone with a dual citizenship? It’s possible. I went to high school with people who were half-German and half-Swiss, and I’m guessing they held dual citizenships.

What sports teams do you root for, if any? (Extra points for Boston fans.) I don’t really root for any other than my college’s team.

Do you dunk your cookies in milk? If there’s milk around, sure. 

What is something you are confident about? I don’t know. I haven’t felt that at all lately.

Have you ever been physically addicted to a substance? What? Nope.

How do you feel about needles? Can’t do shots, blood tests, and IV without freaking out and/or feeling faint. But I can handle sewing needles apparently, judging from how I was able to do cross-stitching last week. As for tattoos, still unsure if I can handle getting one even though I already have a couple of designs in mind.

What is your favorite accent to listen to? That British accent that sounds super posh lol, the one Florence Pugh and Hugh Grant have. Idk what it’s called.

What was the reason you last got dressed up? Job interview.

Have you ever been the subject of cruel rumors? I was the subject of a rumor once, but I didn’t and don’t find it cruel. It was a typical middle school rumor.

^ What were they? That I was dating my friend Andi and was bisexual. The one with Andi I can kind of understand, since I did have a bit of a crush on her then; I just didn’t know I was bad at hiding it. But for people to go as far as telling others I was bisexual was a little surprising.

Do you prefer loose or form-fitting clothing? Form-fitting. I never liked loose clothing on me.

^ What about on your preferred gender? I don’t have a preferred gender, and I think it really depends per person.

What do you do when you are really, really mad? I isolate myself so that I don’t have to explode on anyone.

Would you rather go naked than wear fur? Is it real fur? I’d go naked.

Do you put a line through your 7’s? Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.

^ What about your Z’s? ^ Same answer. I like keeping things different, hahaha.

What is one thing that someone could do to you that is unforgivable? Break my self-esteem. Constructive criticism is fine, of course, but it’ll be very hard to forgive people who make it their lives to point out my flaws or carelessly hurl hurtful words/insults at me, aka my mom. I’ve never forgiven her about it and it’s the main reason why I’ve since been unable to say “I love you” back whenever she says it.

Are you able to forgive and forget? No. That’s not my preferred route; I’ve always been the grudge-y kind of person.

Do you like cold pizza? Yesssssss. I don’t have a preference between hot or cold, but I have never complained about cold pizza for sure. I ate a slice of pizza right out of the fridge just yesterday.

What is your favorite fruit? Eh.

What about your favorite fruit juice, if it differs from solid fruit? I don’t really have one. I guess orange, as long as it’s not too sour - so basically not pure orange juice lol.

Do you like broccoli and cheese? Haven’t tried it but the pairing sounds *chef’s kiss*

What about potatoes and cheese? Yum.

Have you written a letter by hand, lately? To whom? Not lately, but I plan to.

Toaster or toaster oven? Toaster oven, since we’ve actually had that. We’ve never needed a toaster.

What are you most known for? It depends on who you’re talking to, I’d say. I think different people know me by different things.

Do you have any reputations? What are they? I’m never comfortable claiming things like this, because there’s always the possibility that who I think I am to other people might be far from the truth. Overall, I just try to be myself and still remain nice to everyone while doing so so that I don’t develop a strong reputation for anything.

Do you wear band shirts? Not really.

^ What band was on the last one you wore? I don’t wear them.

Do you own any hats? Describe them. I have a white sunhat that I never got to wear because I’ve always found it too big and flashy and I never wanna draw attention to myself when outside, which it definitely would’ve done for me.

What about masks, you got any? Describe those. I just wear the basic blue surgical face masks.

What was the last thing to leave you speechless? Hearing the amount of money GMM raised for their livestream earlier today, and basically seeing just how insanely successful the livestream in general was.

Do your parents like your friends? If they don’t, why not? My parents never got to know my college friends so they don’t have an opinion on them; they’re still pretty attached to my group in high school hahaha so like Gab, Angela, Athenna, Chelsea, etc, who they all still love and occasionally ask about.

Have you been called a bad influence? Idk, maybe, out of earshot.

Describe your favorite pair of socks. I don’t have any.

Have you experienced any life-changing news, events, etc, lately? First real job and the breakup of a long-term relationship that I had initially finally stopped having doubts about.

Have any self-done piercings? OMG I can finally see the end of this survey holy shit. It took me two damn days, ughhhhhh. Anyway, hell no. I’d injure myself so badly.

Ever pierced someone else? Most definitely not.

Do you get distracted easily? It depends on how much I actually care about whatever it is I’m doing. < Agree. My focus is unpredictable.

Is talking to strangers enjoyable for you, or stressful? Stressful. No matter how pleasant they or the conversation turns out to be, I’m always more stressed than anything else and I let out a sigh of relief as soon as it’s over.

How do you feel about getting new neighbors? It’d be super refreshing, considering the houses on our left and right were literally just built, but never actually inhabited.

How many ceiling fans are in your home? We don’t have any. Do you tweet your life away? Not anymore. I used to tweet my entire life back in high school, but when I realized literally none of my classmates were the same and that I looked so lonely doing it, I made an effort to lessen the tweets and eventually the new habit caught on.

How do you feel about shameless self promoting? I don’t think much of it.

When reading words. like. this. do. you always pause after the periods? Haha, yeah.

What about screaming when reading something IN ALL CAPS? Not always. Soooo many people like typing in all caps anyway, so this has been more normalized to me lately.

[pangtasias-atelier]

Happy Birthday @beepboop260 !!

It's still the 21st in my timezone, but it's already the 22nd for you. And so you'll see this first thing in the morning instead of like at 4pm if I post this after I get out of work.

Took forever on deciding who to write and like after five days of thinking, ended up in doing your OC's, Cameron and Deven (the first ones I particularly remember from back then)

Hope they're not too terribly out of character... But anyways, hope you like it and Happy Birthday!!!!

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The day offers a calm relaxing weather. The sun shines gently as calms roll through the sky; the light breeze permeates throughout all areas. The house's two occupants taking a day off to lounge and relax, the parted window and blinds allows for nature's fine day to embrace the living room as well. Natural light entering as does the breeze, the chill temperature rests at a perfect balance for the two.

The two inhabitants spending time together in the illuminated living room, Deven sits by himself. His simultaneously lithe yet muscular figure sits relaxed in the chair, his draconic tail flops to the side, hanging off the armrest as he leans back into the single person couch. Wearing a simple black v neck and navy blue shorts, he sits engrossed in his book. Broad shoulders nearly the width of the small couch, his toned arms remain relaxed as he flips page after page, his biceps slightly contracting with each turn. His chest slowly rises and falls with his relaxed breathing. Blue eyes quickly reading each word to see what happens next, his dark blue hair gently swaying as the rush of fresh air sweeps the room. All attention on his book, his mind barely registers the other inhabitant, accustomed to blocking out his antics. His pointy ears twitch as they catch Cameron's noises before he goes back to his book.

Cameron lying down on the other couch, he purrs as he stretches. Fair freckled skin showing with a tight, blue turtleneck sweater, the arms and back cut out, he rubs his stomach as he lifts up his sweater. Tight black shorts on, he purposefully loudly whimpers and whines. His long brown hair not the only thing falling off the couch, his large body hangs off of it as well. Far past chunky and into downright fat territory, his stomach rests high into the air, soft rolls abundant on it as it spreads to both sides, a natural blanket for him. Thighs stuck together, he rests one on the floor, the other on the amrest as his head rests on the other arm rest, the couch a tight squeeze for his weight and 6'5 height. Green eyes closed as he grins, Cameron's groans turn into moans, his stuffed stomach regaining its spacious room as his large meal digests.

Cameron's loud noises only accompanied by the couch groaning under his weight and the occasional page turn from Deven, he continues them, stretching and rubbing his back against the couch.

Going at it for a couple more minutes, Cameron grumbles, sitting up. Hands on his gut, he frowns at Deven, the other man not paying him any attention like he wanted. The potion still on the other side of the couch so Deven can't see, Cameron stands up and. Bending over, he places his ass facing Deven. Deven still not paying attention, Cameron grabs it, removing the cork.

The potion originally meant for some more fun as Deven showers him with praise and attention, he supposes he'll have to use it on him. Deven only looking up as Cameron stands directly in front of him, his book falls to the ground as Cameron shoves the bottle in his mouth. The green liquid forced down his throat, Deven chokes on it, letting out a cough as Cameron removes the bottle.

Deven stands up, glaring up at Cameron who cheekily grins down at him. "Damnit Cameron! What-" Blushing as a burp sneaks its way past his lips, Deven groans as he clutches his stomach. Falling back down, his serpentine tongue lulls out as he pants. V neck growing tighter, Deven pulls at it. Huffing, he groans as his stomach takes up more of his lap, his abs washing away. His pecs growing fatty and turning into soft round moobs, they flop out of his shirt. Shorts tightening, they strain as his button reaches near capacity.

Cameron whines as the button pops and hits him squarely in his stomach. Focusing back on Deven, he pins his arms to the couch as he tries to get up.

Unable to speak with the budding discomfort in his midsection as it spreads throughout his body, Deven groans up at Cameron. Reaching Cameron's size, Deven still grows. Swiping his tail at Cameron, it merely flops to the ground, the heavy extra appendage not even making it to Cameron. Cameron smiles and rubs Deven as his growth reaches an end.

His shirt now torn, Deven blushes as he hears the couch groans. Stomach pushing over the armrests it abandons ship is it oozes over. His thighs having torn his shorts a while ago, they remain trapped in the couch, Deven unable to move them.

Sharp teeth showing, Cameron grins down at Deven as he presses down, Deven's breathing strained. A couple of cracks is the couches last words, Deven falling to the ground and Cameron falling on top of him, his face planting down into Deven's breasts.

Deven not paying attention to the now standing Cameron, he huffs as he slowly lifts himself up. Legs shaking, he pants as his arms spread wide out from his upper fat. Breasts splayed out far apart and down, his stomach goes on and on, reaching down to his knees. Thighs wider than the doorway, Deven ignores the improbability of standing up. Too lazy to lift his tail up, the fatter appendage rests on the floor behind him.

The other couch scraping against the floor as it tips over, Deven looks back up, his necks no longer as bunch up, his eyes squinted from his new obese self. Groaning, Deven barely lifts one foot before Cameron grabs him.

Having transformed, Cameron's numerous tentacles wrap around Deven. "So heavy," Cameron teases, pulling Deven closer to him. "It could've been me if you just gave me some love," Tentacles fondling him all over as they slithers across his body, Deven wheezes as he glares at Cameron.

"How long?"

"I don't know," As if offended for being asked, Cameron shrugs. "I didn't read the fine print," Smushing his face against Deven's fat cheeks he dreamily sighs. "But," Cameron adds seriously. "I'm gonna enjoy this as long as I can,"

Tentacles lifting up Deven, Cameron shakes him like a can, Deven's fat jostling to and fro. Bringing Deven back to his face, Cameron kisses him, his hands embracing Deven's face. Relaxing into it and reciprocating, Deven can't bring his hands to Cameron, too much fat in the way.

Cameron letting go as a glint sparks in his eyes with a wink, Deven feels himself sweating, Cameron indeed trustworthy in achieving his enjoyment of the situation.

[rxsewatcr]

KIM YUGYEOM, MALE, HE/HIM — It looks like FINCH HWANG just clocked in for their shift at APPLE. From what we know the 24 year old has been working here for 5 YEARS and is praised by customers for being GENEROUS & COMPASSIONATE, however their co-workers have noticed that on a bad day they can be CLOSED-OFF & AGITATED. I’m sure they’d hate for people to know [ REDACTED ]. 

hello there my loves! my name is skye and i write for the lovely finch hwang here and am super excited to meet you all and your lovely muses ♡ ♡ just a little bit to know about me; i go by she/her pronouns, hail from the CST timezone, and have absolutely zero triggers ― with that in mind, let me now introduce you to my boy here~! ( p.s. you can reach me on my discord @ h o n k s i n s w a h i l i#8001 )

* note: finch holds an incredibly illegal secret, which he absolutely refuses to discuss with others to the inevitable detriment of his mental health. when it comes to ooc, feel free to ask me what it is, i’ll be more than happy to share! however, in ic muses will not know whatsoever. i am hardly opposed to it being discovered by others, though such will most likely occur through the gossip blog at some point and/or plotted out specifically. cheers loves ♡ 

― * 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

full name; finch hwang

nicknames; birdbrains, tweety

age; twenty-four [24]

birthday; february 4, 1995

birthplace; bluevalley, vermont

gender; male

orientation; biromantic / bisexual

s/o status; single

occupation; apple technician

― * 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥.

fc; kim yugyeom

hair; dark brown

eyes; chocolate

height; 6′2″ ft

build; well-proportioned, tall and lean with a bit of muscle to him

marks/scars; a few on his knees from childhood

tattoos; n/a

piercings; multiple in his ears / conch, helix, upper/lower lobe

― * 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥

label; the illusory

myers briggs; enfp

house; slytherin

religion; agnostic

enneagram; the helper

big five; agreeableness 

chronic; n/a

fears; his mother dying, being laid off from work

― * 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭.

WARNING; mentions of cancer, illness

first and foremost; finch takes the term genius to an entirely new level ― with an IQ of 148, and earning his MENSA card at only 8, it wasn’t often that he went without some sort of attention from both his peers and simple strangers. from a 'small’ town no less, finch was the pride and joy for his mother, having raised him as a single parent following the death of his father when he was 7 months old

finch was one of the lucky ones, known as the gentle giant to many and making friends out of most ― his friendly demeanor and eagerness to help others earned him a spot as one of the most popular kids in town, school being a breeze and instead dedicating his time to assisting others, no matter if it was homework they trifled over or something else

he was something of a legend, far ahead in not only reading level but what seemed to be everything else as well ― finch passes the state level tests with eagerness, graduating high school at the bristling young age of 15. adventurous and willing to do whatever it took, he plans ahead and manages to win over the admissions board at harvard, quick to leave the confinements of vermont with dreams of grabbing the world by its horns and making it his

and for a time, it seems he might do just that ― entering into the most prestigious school in the united states, he essentially picks a major at random with high hopes in knowing that if anything, he can always change focus or get another BS if he wanted to. computer science becomes his focus, and 4 years later he walks out in full cap and gown with a million dollar smile on his face, eyes set on the horizon, and a duel bachelor’s and master’s degree tucked under his arm

and right as finch is about to set off on the adventure of a lifetime, everything goes to shit

he remembers it like yesterday, finding himself on a plane back to bluevalley rather than california. a simple illness they say, but when he arrives he soon finds it to be so much more ― signs of early dementia and an aggressive bone cancer suddenly flood the reality of his mother’s life, acting as a slap to the face for finch that makes him realize time was hardly on his side

but he’s a mamma's boy, and he promises to never leave her side even when his hopes and dreams call to him from across oceans and she can barely recognize his face. for once, he’s faced with the mortality of not only her life, but his own ― the medication used to treat her is expensive, and while he could afford it if he sought a higher status of occupation, he refuses to disappear a second time

still, he manages to snag the highest paying job he can find as a technician at the nearby Apple store, residing in the same mall he had wandered through as a child. the pay was better than most, covered the taxes just fine, but at the end of the day it was barely enough to make the medical bills disappear until the next one came rolling around. finch was up to his head in stress, back breaking with the crushing reality that he might fail not only himself, but his mother

and like some sort of a twisted saving grace, an acquaintance of the male introduces him to the dark web.

it goes entirely against finch’s morals, everything he’s ever stood for good and true...and yet, he can’t see a way out. information broker peers at the male from his laptop screen, and yet he knows it is so much more. it amazes him just how much the simplest of things, such as a password or an address, sell for huge prices ― and almost as quickly as he discovers it, finch is diving headlong into the only solution to the mess of his life he can find.

he only hopes he’ll be able to find his way out of it soon

― * 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

best friends , bad influence , good influence , childhood friends , friends with lingering feelings , his rock/confident , friendzoned , frienemies , ex-friends/current enemies , rivals , someone who is on to his secret , fwb , mutual crushes , hook-up , a will they won’t they , exes on good terms , exes on bad terms , first loves , exes with lingering feelings , regular at where he works , angel/devil on the shoulder , chaotic duo , someone he’s stealing info from

[ofsamwinchester]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMMY!

Who: Sam Winchester (and others)

What: It’s Sam’s birthday.

TW: death ish? its not that bad tbh

It’s May 2nd somewhere even if I’m posting this early in my timezone.

“C’mon Sammy,” a voice whispered, soft and delicate. He didn’t want to get out of bed. It was so much nicer there than in the rest of the world, but that familiar voice encouraged him once more. “It’s time to get up. Everyone’s waiting for you.”

“Five more minutes,” he muttered.

The laughter of Mary Winchester rippled through the air. “Four, and then you better be in the kitchen at five.” The sound of the door closing followed a few seconds later.

He didn’t feel like he got any more sleep, but he heard the motherly countdown that all children with mothers are familiar with. It was unfortunate that Sam never really got to experience it as a child. “Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six . . . Five.” 

Sam found himself rushing to get out of bed, barely throwing on a shirt before he was moving out the door, rushing through the bunker to get to the kitchen. Once he pulled his shirt on all the way, he saw them. His family.

Dean, Cas, Jack, Bobby, Claire, Jody, Donna, Alex, Garth, Rowena, Eileen. They were all there, filling the room, surrounding the table, which was covered in various pies. Some were already eaten with the candles removed.

“Dean!” Mary scolded her son.

Dean just shrugged, still shoveling his face full of pie. “Maybe he shouldn’t have taken so long then.” Mary rolled her eyes, but it was clear how much she still loved him. She loved them both.

“What’s this all for?” Sam asked, still confused as to what was going on.

Marry stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. He was taller than her, but he still managed to feel small in her arms now. “Happy birthday Sammy,” she said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“Happy Birthday, Sam!” everyone else cheered on. Some of them opened some beers and held them up to him before taking a drink. He hadn’t had anything like this in . . . well, had he ever had anything like this? Dean had gotten him things for his birthdays when they were younger, but this was . . . something else. It wasn’t just the two of them. It was . . . He had a family. He felt happy for once without any guilt over it.

“Sammy, you’re crying,” Mary pointed out. He hadn’t even realized it, but sure enough, tears were slipping down his face.

“Are you okay, Sam?” Jack asked, concerned. He was always so caring, so concerned for others. Sam missed him. “Sam?” Why would he miss him when he was right here. It was like there was a glitch. Static rippled through the air, right where Jack was, and for a second, it had looked like Jack’s eyes were black, scorched and gone.

“I’m fine,” Sam assured him, pursing his lips in a smile. His words felt like they echoed in the air. I’m fine. Fine. fine. At least Jack accepted the response. Why wouldn’t he be fine.

“C’mon, you better get some pie in you before your brother eats it all,” said Jody, leading him to the table. 

“Maybe he doesn’t deserve anything that good,” he heard Dean say, his voice sounding distorted and mechanical.

“What?” Sam asked, startled.

“I said, maybe you should hurry up and eat the food.” He shrugged shamelessly as he ate another piece of pie. Sam wondered if it was supposed to be his birthday or Dean’s. He didn’t mind though. At least everyone was happy. He got his pie and sat down.

Cas came up behind him. “I was told it was customary for the abomination to wear one of these.” He held a birthday hat out to him. Sam looked at him for a moment, not sure if he’d heard him right.

“Uh, yeah, let me just go to the bathroom real quick.” He got up quickly, and tried to look calm as he sped down the hallways. Dean grabbed his pie while his back was turned, but he didn’t really care. Something was wrong, and he knew he wasn’t just hearing or seeing things.

I’m fine. 

I’m fine. 

I’m fine.

“Are you though?” He turned to see a mirror, his own reflection staring back at him, but it wasn’t him. It was Lucifer. “Really, why do you even bother telling yourself that? What’s the point?”

“You’re not real,” Sam stated.

“Oh, really? Gee, I didn’t know. Better pack my bags and get out of town. You got me, Sammy. I’m not real, but this whole fantasy you cooked up? It’s less real than me. You know me. I’ve been inside you, but that? When have you ever had something like that? Did you really think that you could stop what you were doing and it would all just go away like that?” He snapped his fingers. Sam flinched. “It doesn’t work that way, bucko. You don’t get that.” Sam swallowed.

“You don’t deserve that.” Sam turned to see Dean behind him.

“No.”

“Yes. You’re a monster, Sam. Again. You did this again, and you really thought I’d be okay with that?”

“No, please. I just-” 

“Save it. Dad was right. I should’ve killed you when you went off the deep-end the first time. That’s on me.”

“No. Dean.” He just needed Dean to listen to him. He could explain. He could make it right.

Could he?

“You’re not even my brother. You got your brother killed, and you thought you could just replace him with me? You’re nothing to me.”

“Stop!” he snapped, and hit his hand on the mirror.

He woke up in a sweat, looking around like there might’ve been some remnants. of his nightmare in the room, but he was all alone. He let out a deep sigh and laid back down, squeezing his eyes shut to rid himself of even the memory of that nightmare.

He was grateful now that no one here besides Dean would likely know that it was his birthday. He didn’t feel like his birthday was something really worth celebrating now. After all, if he hadn’t been born, his mom wouldn’t have died. Hell, nearly everyone he cared about might’ve still been alive. He didn’t need a reminder of the suffering he brought to everyone. He just wanted to go back to sleep and have a non-nightmare filled dream.

“Happy Birthday, Sammy!” A voice shouted at him. His eyes snapped open to see Lucifer at the foot of his bed, smirking at him. “Didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you? I was thinking we could celebrate by getting a drink. You haven’t had one in a few days after all, which you know since you’re seeing me, but it’s okay. We always have a good time, don’t we? What are you thinking? A full demon guzzle?” Sam glared at him. “Two? Wow, I didn’t know you were that thirsty. How about some music? I’m feeling nostalgic.” The radio switched on, blasting Asia at full volume. Sam felt his chest constrict.

It was the heat of the moment!

Today was going to be a long day.