#leaves the bathroom knowing how to moonwalk

[demigods-posts]

i like to believe that annabeth is the type of person to adopt random skills each time you see her. like, she'll leave for a quest and return knowing how to breakdance. or, she'll lock herself in her room for a few hours to study for a school exam and will leave her room that same afternoon knowing how to beatbox.

[starshipsofstarlord]

An accidental flash - Barry Allen x Wayne!reader

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Word count - 1749

Summary; interruption is often than not present in the life of justice, this time Barry Allen is involved

Warnings; nudity, fluff, awkwardness, erection, making out, swearing, brief mention of the talk, mention of murder and prison

The mission had been long and gruelling, and you were just happy that it was over. Being a member of the justice league was hard all on its own, throw being the daughter of Bruce Wayne into the mix, it was understandably a nightmare at times. Sweat riddled your body as though you were the ploy of a river, drowning in your own body’s function as you ripped off your mask and tossed it carelessly onto your bedroom floor; next, your target was the zipper at the front of your suit, luckily your father had fixed it, in the past it had a tendency to get stuck.

Though maybe it’d have been better if it were to have upheld you for a few minutes as you struggled to descend the line of metal teeth downwards, that way you’d have been covered whence an intruder whisked into your room. Everything usually ran slow for him, however this time appeared different, for he showed up just when your suit hit the ground, leaving you half naked, in nothing more than your panties. It took you a moment to even realise that he were there, at your doorway, mouth agape as he took in your exposed beauty.

His heart was practically fluttering out of his chest as he saw you in all your glory, even if it were from the back, and you were sufficiently oblivious to his wondering eyes. Your father would kill him if he ever knew that he were getting this kind of a view of his daughter, but he had yet to panic at that prospect, he was more so focused on how the wading of your spine rippled and the tiresome joints of your shoulders rolled as you stretched your back. Without much of a thought you turned around, with the mental security of the door to your room being closed.

But no longer was it as your eyes widened, and your hands scurried to cover your bare breasts; Barry too realised that his ogling had been a mistake, he knew it was wrong from the get go, but he was so fastened with the concept of being hypnotised by your oblivious magnificence that he’d hardly registered how definitely rude his wordless actions had been. “Oh- I, um- I’m sorry.” The boy stuttered, a flush ravishing his cheeks from being caught shamelessly peeping as he turned around, blocking your entrancing body from his eyes.

“I-it’s, it’s okay Barry.” You confided in him, as you desperately searched for a tee. This base was so new that you’d hardly had the time to move in, a shower sounded absolute, however you were going to need some clothes to change into afterwards. “Do you think you could get me a robe or something please, if it’s not too much?” Barry considered the or something portion of your enquiry as he removed his infamous red hoodie, turning towards you before realising his mistake once more.

“Sure.” He grimaced from his exact mistake again, trying not to begin too drool at the sight of you, moonwalking to reach you and handing you the hoodie, however he tripped over your suit, leaving him in despair on the ground, and you whom had also fallen atop of him. If he hadn’t been so distracted, he could have avoided the awkward scenario that had stumbled the two of you into the current position that you were clambered in. Barry gulped, feeling your breasts pressed straight against his chest, he could feel a masking of nervousness creeping over his neck, as his breath fanned over your upper lip.

“Hi.” He spoke softly, his eyes locked on your own. Doing so concealed his nervousness, and it showed that he had no intent to look elsewhere on your body. A smile sprung onto your lips as you felt the constant pounding in the speedster’s chest, it ravaged against your body as it pulmonary beat through the cage of his ribs, sending unintentional shock waves through your body. You licked your lips, a light furrow distorting your brows as you quirked yourself head at his words, eyes also engaged with frolicking in the visual of his own.

“Hi.” Was your repeat. It was strange to be so close to Barry, especially in this sense, but you weren’t entirely complaining. It was unknown how you were supposed to revel out of this position without him seeing you clad in nothing more than your underwear, a part of you was frustrated that you’d have to. And then you felt it, a solid notion against your leg, spurring from his jeans, and resting against your covered mound. “Please tell me that is your phone.”

An awkward smile, with stretched lips and shown teeth justified the truth; it indeed was no device. He had gotten hard from the accidental predicament that the pair of you had quite literally tumbled into. “Sorry.” He mumbled, about to look down, but remembering that was not such a good idea. “I can’t help it- you’re so beautiful in and out of clothes, and like, it’s my body, that has yours against it, if you get me?” He rambled, making you shake your head at him, and laugh lightly, causing him to freeze.

“Okay.” You replied, hardly believing that you were about to do such an act, as you learn down and pecked his lips. His entire body, and you meant entire, went rigid, lulling in the brief moment that your lips were against your own, a dazed and dopey expression contorting his face. “You good Allen?” You enquired with a pat to his chest, as he licked his lips, reminiscing in the taste of your own. He dumbly nodded, though he intently pulled you back down for another, elongated encore of the action.

The pair of you were enduring a passion, more innocent as it seemed, making you oblivious to the footsteps that gained closeness every moment that you spent revelled in one another. Perhaps no one would have known that you and Barry were entangled like so if your door were closed, but it was not, leaving a sufficient glance for any passers by. When Victor walked passed, he gave you a small applause, and a light catcall, making your head jolt up, only for Barry to pull it back down.

Arthur smirked and shook his head; kids. He said nothing and stoically traipsed past, whilst Dianna recalled that she ought to direct a motive talk to the pair of you later on. Those two were away from your senses. Barry’s hands found refuge on your back, pinning you closer against him as he felt you slither your tongue against his lips, and he was certainly more than happy to allow you entry into the warm and wet cavern of his mouth. He groaned when you tugged delightedly upon his dark locks, feeling how your tongue swirled around in his mouth, fighting and winning dominance in the realm.

It was quite the conjuncture to be caught in, more so by the billionaire in Gotham, the Batman. As soon as Bruce saw you, his daughter, and the young man that he recruited for the team attached in such ways that he did not appreciate, he called out your name, making you shiver against your team member as you looked up, terrified of the fact that he had seen you like this, with Barry! Really, you should have expected nothing more, or at least have shut the door, but you had been too occupied.

Bruce cleared his throat as a blush blossomed over Barry’s skin, he was internally terrified. If you weren’t atop of him, he’d have definitely sped away, saving his skin from the hell that he’d endure from your father. You expected your parent to shout, to scold you, to threaten the life of the man beneath you, but instead he diverted his eyes, and raised his brows, as he thought of the talk that he’d have to have with the pair of you later on. “The two of you missed the meeting, now I see why.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Bolted from your mouth, but the only response that you earned from your father was him shutting the door, to everyone’s relief. “Fuck.” You groaned, dropping your head upon Barry’s chest. It was embarrassing, sure you were no longer some teenager that needed to be checked on every five minutes, or directed down a narrow path, but it was nerve wrecking all the same. You’d never wanted your father to see you like that, and if he had reprimanded you, that’d have been highly hypocritical all the same.

“He didn’t kill me.” Relief embezzled Barry as he heaved a heavy sigh, dropping his head back onto the carpet. “I mean if he did, then both our fathers would be in prison.” He spoke with a shrug, and you placed a sweet peck onto his jaw, causing a smile to reprimand presence onto his handsome and well structured face.

“Eh.” You shrugged considerably, Barry raising his brows at your reaction, that had yet to be finished. “He’d have someone cover it up, and he’d still be a free man. Money can do quite a lot. For all we know, he’s plotting on taking you out when you least expect it.” You reasoned, making his hands pause their stroking on your back.

“I must insist on another kiss before that happens then.” He puckered his lips, but rather than receiving a diligent peck opposed onto the surface of them, your forefinger pressed down on them, halting his hopes for a continuation.

“Take me on a date Allen.” You winked at him as you stood, no longer covering up from his gaze as you grasped his hoodie, and retreated into the attached bathroom. You were certainly something else, and if Bruce were to kill him in some way, he was sure it’d be worth it. When he was with you, he liked to endure everything slowly, and appreciate every notion in progress that you made, whether it be a true smile or a blunt roll of your eyes.

The sound of the stream from the shower turning on alerted his ears that you were now cleansing yourself, he too thought that sounded like a good idea, and thus he vacated to his own room and did so, singing lightly in the shower as he thought of where he could take you for a first date.

[minniepetals]

buttercream.01

— summary: you were always adorable in their eyes, sometimes a little too adorable.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, poly!au, ceo!au

— word count: 3.2k

— warnings: none

— a/n: a little something to thank you for everything

╰ part 1: buttercream / part 2: buttercup / part 3: buttermilk / part 4: butterscotch / part 5: butterfly

Sleepy.

You felt so, so sleepy.

If you were in a better position with a better headspace, you would have excused yourself to head on home but no. It was you and your stubborn self and your dumb little crushes on your seven bosses that held you back from wanting to leave.

It was just a casual company dinner where they rented out a private space for all the employees.

So far people had gone drunk and sleepy, most left because they were too tired as the night went by and you, you sat alone refusing to take even a sip of your drink because you knew you weren't good with taking your drinks.

You should have left way earlier but it was the fact that you had seen many ladies flirting with your seven guys that made you stay — they weren't exactly yours, you just liked calling them that — so you sat on the sideline watching everyone else talk and flirt with them.

And as time went on, the sleepier you got, the harder it was to keep your eyes open.

"Hey, Y/N?"

A sweet angel's voice called upon your name.

But you were too sleepy to try and answer back. Your face rested against your hand with your elbow propped up against the table, one cheek squished and making you look too adorable in their eyes.

"Y/N?" Taehyung called again, his forefinger bopping your nose lightly but you swatted it away. In normal conditions, you would have never gotten the courage to do such a thing nor ignore any of your boss's calls. But it wasn't normal, you were drunk on the lack of sleep you had received.

"Is she drunk?" Namjoon asked as a small smile curled along his lips at the sight of you.

"I haven't seen her picked up her drink once this evening," the youngest said.

Taehyung leaned in close to your face, taking in your sweet scent of rose-scented perfume, causing him to smile once he leaned back. "No alcohol, just sweet roses."

Everyone had gone by the time the clock had struck midnight, everyone except them and you. They found themselves a little surprised you were still there, knowing you weren't much of a party girl through observations, but that didn't mean they weren't happy.

Your breathing slowed, your head feeling more relaxed and ready to fall but just as Taehyung was about to catch it from hitting against the table, he had been a second too late and they cringed at the harsh thud.

Soon enough, you were awake again with a whine leaving your lips.

"Stupid Y/N, stop getting off task."

Off task?

They blinked at your words, at the way you seemed to not have noticed your surroundings as you began speaking to yourself about needing to finish your work before the morning sun arrived.

But then your eyes looked up and you found Yoongi sitting just across from you.

A short moment of silence passed as the two of you stared at one another until you burst out in fits of giggles.

"Yoon, why do you look so adorable?"

The man blinked and Jimin almost choked on his drink. "Y-Yoon?" Yoongi stuttered, completely caught off guard. "Did she just called me adorable?"

"I mean, you kind of are," Hoseok shrugged admittedly in a playful manner.

"Is she sleep talking? Or is she just too tired to function?" Seokjin asked from your other side, the place he had walked over to take a few minutes prior to when everyone else had left.

"And you, Jinnie!" You pointed at the man and his brow raised, surprised you had such bravery to do such a thing. Yet when he saw the cute little pout on your face, he knew he couldn't ever get mad at you. "You're always being unfair," you mumbled through your pout.

Seokjin's eyes grew in panic at the sight of tears glistening along your waterline. "Hey, baby, why are you crying?"

"See? That again!" You accused him before letting your hand down as a few tears fell. Their hearts fell for a moment and Seokjin reached out in worry but you were quick to swat his hand away. "Don't call me baby unless you mean it," you scolded with a huff, still sounding cute and adorable like a little child. "Don't give me endearing nicknames if I'm not the only girl you're gonna be flirting with, it isn't fair."

"Baby-"

"And you're even worse than him!"

"Me?" Jimin scoffed in disbelief as he placed his glass down. "How am I worse?"

"Because you openly flirt with everyone you see and it hurts Y/N's heart."

Talking from a third perspective.

They stole glances at the leader but Namjoon could only shrug. It was a habit of his but he hadn't ever known you were one to do such a thing either.

"It hurts your heart, hm?" A smirk danced at the corner of Jimin's lips as he watched you. "And why is that, may I ask?"

"Because!" Your pouting deepened, ready to cry some more and Jungkook who sat next to his hyung was quick to smack the man on the arm. "One moment you flirt with me and then the next, I see you flirting with other girls and it hurts because I thought...I thought you said Y/N-ie was special."

"Y/N-ie is special!" Jimin quickly emphasized, suddenly feeling bad for all his mischievous acts that had only meant to try and make you jealous. But now he realized how wrong that had been as his heart fell at the sight of your tears.

Taehyung went on to wipe your tears away and you allowed him, for a short moment before you looked away, facing away from him.

"You're all at fault here," you said.

"Does Y/N-ie need us to make her feel special? Is that what it is?" You looked up at Hoseok's voice and with a little bit of hesitation, nodded shyly and they cooed at the sight. "Come here, pumpkin."

You crawled over from Seokjin's lap and they watched you sit on Hoseok's lap with your arms wrapped around the man as you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck. Oh how the others wished they were in Hoseok's position.

"Oh come on, Hoseok hyung gets the special treatment?" Jungkook frowned as the older one just chuckled.

"Hobi's a gentleman. But sometimes I wish, I just wish that he would.." A small cub's yawn escaped you and their hearts melted, "treat me like a lady rather than a friend."

"Is that what you want?" Namjoon asked with hope. "Is this your confession?"

But you had already fallen asleep into the actual world of dreams.

.

.

"How the heck did I get home last night?"

You groaned at the uncomfortable feeling of having gone to sleep with your clothes from the night before as you got up. A big yawn escaped out of you just as you noticed a little note left on your nightstand.

We brought you home because you had fallen asleep. Forgive me but I had to look through your bag to find your key. Rest assured, nothing was stolen. Sweet dreams, moonwalker. See you at work — knj

Sweet dreams...moonwalker?

And then you gasped before a scream quickly escaped your lips as the events of the night before flashed through your mind.

"Frick, frick, frick!" You shouted, legs bouncing as you walked around in circles as your heart began drumming loudly and fast. "I'm going to get fired, what is wrong with me?! I got drunk off the lack of sleep! I'm so stupid!"

You stared at the note again and the last words stood out, leaving you to want to burst out crying. "See you at work, he says. He's going to fire me!"

If you could turn back time, you would.

But sadly you didn't have powers such as that so you could only head on to work later that day in hopes of not ever seeing your bosses again — which was dumb because they were your boss so it was inevitable to see them — but at least you'd slow down the rate of getting fired quicker, right?

Wrong.

You were called in by Yoongi's secretary that said they wanted to see you.

On the way to Yoongi's office, you could only blame yourself even more as your heartbeat quickened, knowing fully well of the punishment you were to receive. Heck, you called the dude adorable! And called Seokjin and Jimin out on their flirting but what had that to do with you? You didn't own them, why the heck did you say such a thing? And huddled up against Hoseok?

Oh crap. Hoseok.

You were definitely going to be fired.

"Please forgive me for my rudeness, I was just talking nonsense that had nothing to do with any of you!" Perhaps it was a lie, and perhaps blurting out the first thing that came to your mind wasn't the best thing to do the second you walked into that office but what else could you do to save your career? Your life's worth depended on them and you had screwed up.

"Nothing to do with us?"

Just that simple question and the deep tone of Jimin's voice had your knees almost falling.

"Yes, sir."

"You hesitated," Hoseok pointed out.

"It isn't good to lie, Y/N," Jungkook scolded.

You could only gulp as you stood there completely frozen with fear with your head lowered, refusing to meet any of their gazes due to your embarrassment.

Everyone knew the seven bosses had close relationships with one another, they never hid such a thing. So for you to bravely act up in front of them at your vulnerable moment, you knew you had totally messed up. You couldn't even blame them if they wanted to fire you. After all, you deserved it for the way you had acted.

"Now tell us the truth," Namjoon ordered and you could feel their intense gaze on you. "The things you said last night...were they true?"

They were. Of course they were.

You were jealous of the other ladies that were always brave enough to walk up to them and spoke without stumbling upon their words, without making a fool of themselves. You hated getting your hopes up only for it to be broken down once you'd come upon one of them flirting with another lady. With a pretty lady. Every lady they spoke to were pretty and you'd begin to second guess yourself, wondering whether the outfit you were wearing was good enough, whether you had gone over the top. You'd look at yourself in the bathroom and wondered whether you were pretty enough, whether you were good enough.

And then you'd head back to doing your work with a head down and one of them would come strolling by and make you smile.

Then the routine would repeat just like every other day.

"I..." your voice shook a little and they held their breaths. "What'll you do if I say yes?" You asked, fingers crawled against each other. "What'll you do if I say no? I'll be fired either way, right? Is there a good reason to me giving you an answer?"

Yoongi's brows furrowed. "Why do you think we're firing you?"

"Because I was impulsive and rude."

"You're the most hardworking employee we have here," he said, "What'll we do if we lose a good person like you? It'll be our loss."

"But I...but I-"

"We asked you that question because..." You could hear the footsteps of Seokjin as he walked on over towards you and you held your breath. If they weren't going to fire you then they'd definitely punish you in some ways. But that would be okay, you could take extra paperwork, extra hours, overtime. As long as you weren't being fired, right?

Still, it was scary thinking about it. You were tired enough from all the things that were weighing down on you. But if that were their wishes, you knew you'd have to oblige. After all, you did something unacceptable.

Seokjin stopped just in front of you and took his forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up to look at him.

His eyes softened at your glossy eyes before leaning down to place a kiss on top of your forehead.

You blinked at the sudden action, totally caught off guard and a blush was quick to reach your cheeks.

"What...w-what does that mean?" You stuttered.

Jimin came up to your side, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek while Taehyung placed another kiss on the other side of your face. Your face was heating up, reaching your ears but you could only stand there frozen.

"What do you think, baby?"

Baby?

Namjoon wasn't one to call someone an endearing nickname that easily.

"You mean..." You trailed off, face a blushing mess but they only gave you sweet smiles.

"No firing, no punishments, none of that for our baby."

"Baby..."

Hoseok smiled. "That's right."

"You meant the things you said last night, right?" Jungkook asked, his eyes piercing into yours with cute bunny eyes.

"I..yes, I-I did."

"Good," the maknae smiled, satisfied. "Because we've liked you since forever."

You shook your head. "No way."

"Yes way," Taehyung quickly said. "You're too cute and adorable and you're always so helpful towards others."

"And we've only been flirting with the others because we wanted a reaction out of you."

"That..." You pouted, hitting Jimin lightly on his chest. "That's mean."

"I know, baby, I didn't mean it," he said, pulling you into a warm embrace as he rocked you back and forth. "I'm sorry."

"But hey, at least that got you to speak up about your feelings, right?"

You blushed a little more at Seokjin's reminder and they burst out laughing. "I'm such an embarrassment."

"No, baby," Yoongi grinned, "you were adorable."

"Too adorable for this world," Hoseok agreed.

"And you're ours now."

"Finally our sweet baby girl."

.

.

Life had never been more perfect since then. Everything felt just right, from the secret glances you'd share, the moments they'd sneak you away just to steal a kiss out of you, or when they'd send you winks whenever their eyes met you somewhere in public and they couldn't give you their time.

It was a relationship you had never known you'd ever be a part of but thanked your lucky star for giving you such an opportunity.

Other times when some of them got too overwhelmed with everything, they'd call for you to see them in their office, only for them to rest their heads and use you as a pillow. But you never minded, you were always more than happy to help them out in any way possible.

Other times, like Saturday nights where most of them were less busy and some of them didn't have to head into work the next day, you'd come by their place and relax.

Jungkook had fallen asleep at some point when you were rambling about random things. But you couldn't blame him because you were sure he must've been really tired from all the works he had to do.

At least, that was what you thought but Jungkook was only resting his eyes, content with everything in his life now that they've got you.

"Kooks?" You called his name in a soft manner. Jungkook would have replied back but then he wondered what you'd do when you thought that he was asleep so he remained quiet, surpassing the urge in wanting to smile.

He felt your tiny finger bop his nose before moving on to lightly trace along his lashes and wondered what you were thinking about. "You know, I still can't believe this is real." Your voice had always been soft and sweet but the way you said that came out into a breathless whisper and just for that, Jungkook had almost pried his eyes open. "It feels like a sweet dream and I feel like the luckiest girl to be alive, being able to love and be loved by seven most kindhearted and handsome men and I just..."

He could feel you inching closer and closer and before he knew it, your lips pressed softly against his lips but they had backed away too quick for his liking.

"Crap," you whispered and he could already see you blushing. "What if he was awake? What if he felt that? Y/N, you little idiot, why would you do that?"

Cue his time to open his eyes.

"What if I was awake all along?"

Your breath hitched and Jungkook grabbed your wrist before you could try and escape. "Kook, why would you pretend to sleep? I-"

He grabbed your face and slammed his lips against your lips. "Did that feel real?"

You blinked. "Hm?"

Again, his lips fell on top of yours but that time it lasted longer, sweeter, softer. "Did that feel like a dream?" Your man asked the moment he backed away only enough so that he was hovering just an inch away from you.

"N-no..." You mumbled through a pout, a sight he couldn't help but to place another kiss on your lips. "S-stop."

Jungkook raised a challenging brow. "You want me to stop?"

"Well..no, but-"

"If this is the only way I can remind you that none of this is a dream, then I'll continue doing it even until you've finally figured it out in that little head of yours that this is all real."

"Kook..."

"I love you," he confessed and if you weren't surprised by his actions then, you were totally awestruck at that moment.

"Dropping the bomb without us, huh?"

The two of you looked over towards the bedroom door to find Hoseok walking in while the others followed just behind.

"It was the right time," the maknae shrugged as he got up from hovering above you while you remained frozen, still a little unsure whether you had heard right.

Yoongi went on to take a seat on the bedside, arms gesturing towards you. "Come here, baby girl." You obliged, letting him help you sit up so that he was able to hold you close. "What Jungkook said is true, we all love you, we just couldn't find the right moment to spill it." You looked up at the rest. Some looked shy, the others hiding that shyness behind a sweet smile. "Now you don't have to say anything if you aren't ready, we don't want to force anything out of-"

"I love you!" You blurted out without much thought and your cheeks flushed with a beautiful rose blush. "I love you so much," you said again. "Why does this feel like a sweet dream?"

"It isn't," Jungkook promised as he came up from behind, snaking his arms along your waist and chills were quick to fall down your body.

"And we'll remind you every day that it isn't," Namjoon avowed and you could feel the sweet lingering kisses that fell on top of your body.

Kisses of silent vows of love.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Guilty Pleasure

A/N: No real plot here, just a platonic imagine with the Asgardian Gods! Feedback’s appreciated as always! :))

Pairing: Platonic Loki x Platonic Thor x Reader

Warning: Strong language.

Word count: 1718

"Alright (Y/N), time to get out of there." Steve’s stern voice came in through your comms.

You looked around briefly before returning your gaze to the computer screen in front of you which was currently transferring all of it’s hidden files to your connected external drive.

"Nearly done Captain. I need two minutes." you replied, pleading that the security camera’s would stay deactivated for just a few more minutes.

"Your cover’s about to be blown up (Y/L/N). Get out. Now." Steve sounded worried, authoritative and gentle all at once.

"Look I’m almost done, it’ll be done in the next two min-"

"It’s an order (Y/N). If you’re not out in thirty seconds, we leave without you."

Steve concluded before cutting the line. There was no bargaining after that.

You grumbled a few curse words as the Captain was no longer on line, before pulling the drive out abruptly halting its file transfer midway, and made your way outside where the quinjet stood waiting.

As you made it inside, Clint took off immediately and Nat approached you, knowing you’d be pissed off.

"You were good (Y/N), don't beat yourself up. We’ll get the info by some other means." She reassured.

"Yeah well that wasn't the mission Nat. Couldn’t have just two fucking minutes could I? I swear I would’ve got it. Just-"

Your rant was interrupted by Steve walking in.

"You did what you could (Y/N). Not worth getting caught in the process. There’s always a next time." Steve said offering you a pat on the back and a smile. The eternal optimist.

"I’m sorry Cap." was all you managed to say as you walked past them, disappointed in yourself, and sat on the chair next to Clint, pulling the seat belt on while keeping your eyes out the window.

The rest of the journey back home was pretty silent. You tried your best not to punch something out of frustration and Nat tried her best to distract you.

It would’ve been so much easier if Cap would’ve allowed Loki to accompany you. His illusions would have made the job so much easier. But Captain being Captain, thought he was better off handling other worldly things with his brother.

Contrary to popular belief, you and Loki had always worked well together. He was starting to gel well with the team. You had a special connection with both the brothers.

The initial intimidation had worn off quickly when you found out how thoughtful and considerate they really were. They were super protective of you, but also knew you could hold your own.

Maybe the reason y’all were such great friends was the sheer dissimilarities of your lives that made for endless conversations.

You were supposed to hang out together tonight for your weekly “Midgard movie nights” as Thor called it, but they had Asgardian business to take care of.

Which meant you were free to do whatever the hell you wanted, however the hell you wanted. You didn't get days like these often, and when you did you’d either spend time with Loki, or Nat - your best mate in the team, or sparring with Steve in the gym, working on your combat skills. You figured you’d make the most of your alone time.

...

The brothers had made it back earlier than they thought, which gave Loki some time to prep for your designated movie night. He had dragged his brother along to help, who agreed immediately when Loki mentioned “movie treats”. They really wanted to do something special considering you were always the one hosting these nights, complete with delicious food and drinks.

“How about pop tarts?” Thor asked pointing to the box of strawberry pop tarts lying in your top shelf, you weren't much of a sweet tooth but you kept those for Thor as he loved them too much.

“We cannot eat those ridiculous sweets as a meal brother. We need something more substantial.” Loki was mildly irritated at this point as his brother wasn't being of any help.

“What if we cook something?”

“And light (Y/N)’s kitchen on fire in the process? Never. I would very much still like to be her friend Thor.”

Loki thought for a minute before he remembered you mentioning something about Italian cuisine being your favorite.

“What are those round breads with cheese and what not that your precious team keeps ordering? (Y/N) seems to love them right?” he asked; he wasn't always around to eat dinners with the team and do the whole bonding thing, but Thor was. And he had comparatively spent more time here.

“Pizzas!! Good thinking brother! We can get Friday to order them.”Thor bellowed patting Loki on his back enthusiastically.

...

The quinjet landed in the compound and you made your way out.

“Don't be too hard on yourself kid. Relax.” Clint said as he walked beside you before sprinting inside.

You were looking forward to unwinding and spending the night treating yourself.

As you stepped into the elevator, Loki heard Friday’s voice announcing your arrival.

“She’s here early. We need more time!”

Thor had opened the box of pop tarts and had already begun munching on it.

The pizza was on its way but it wouldn't be here for another twenty five minutes. Loki figured it was a good idea if he kept all of this as a surprise, so he worked his magic to hide both him and Thor from your view as you arrived on your floor and walked in.

You closed the bedroom door with a loud bang and began stripping as you made your way into the bathroom.

A long bubble bath was what you needed so you began filling the tub with hot water and picked out your favorite bath bomb that you kept away for special occasions.

Self pampering was a valid occasion right!

When the bath was ready, you instructed Friday to put on your ‘Guilty Pleasure’ playlist and to make sure no one would barge into your apartment.

...

Out in the kitchen, Loki and Thor hadn’t the faintest idea what to do next. You clearly looked like you needed to be with yourself tonight.

“Maybe we should just leave.” Thor suggested.

“And who’s to explain the four large pizzas that will get here any minute?” Loki said jeeringly, rolling his eyes.

“So we just stay hidden?”

“For now.”

…

The songs along with the bath water were working its magic and you were in a much better mood.

Your skin started to prune so you hopped out of the bath, wrapped a fluffy towel around you and walked out into your bedroom to find some comfortable clothes to slip into. You opened the packet of your foot exfoliating socks to put them on - you had been saving those for some other time as well.

By the time you made it outside, you were jamming out to Backstreet Boys. Now a few beers, junk food, trashy TV and you’d be set for the night.

Deciding on a big bowl of popcorn you put the bag in the microwave still sashaying to the music, you realized it had been forever since you let your hair down.

By the time the popcorn was done you were attempting to moonwalk towards the microwave while singing This is how we do it a bit off key but who the hell cares?

The Asgardian Gods were finding this too amusing and were enjoying seeing this carefree side of you way too much.

By the time Eminem’s Real Slim Shady came on, Loki was horrified at your choice of songs.

“This is barbaric! What sane person finds this music worthy of listening?” He hissed loudly knowing you couldn’t hear them even though they were just a few feet away.

You took the big bowl of butter popcorn and a couple of beers to the living area and plopped down on your sofa putting your socks covered feet up on the coffee table. With the bowl in your lap, you asked Friday to turn the music off as you surfed Netflix for a while but decided on Friends because that never disappointed and settled in.

You were singing the title track loudly when Friday’s voice came through.

“Your pizzas have arrived Mr Point Break.”

Thor looked visibly pissed off at the name which Tony had made the AI regard him with.

“It’s Thor. I’m gonna punch you Stark.” Thor's voice boomed loudly as he suddenly came into view, making you jump from your seat.

“What the fuck are you doing here Thor?” You shouted straightening up and sending the popcorn flying across the floor.

“In our defense- Loki started as he stepped out too, making your eyes widen further.

You were sure you were red with embarrassment at the point. How long have they been here?

“How..what the he..what are you guys doing here?” You were fumbling with words as you looked at them.

“Okay before you get mad, we wanted to do something nice for our movie night, so we thought we’d surprise you. But clearly we are the ones getting the surprise.” Loki tried to hide his smirk but failed as he spoke.

You covered your face with both your hands and uttered a muffled, “I am mortified.”

You figured there were two ways that this would go down, you could ask them to leave you alone and get mad at the two, or you could face the situation like a grown up. They did want to do a nice thing, and their intentions were innocent after all.

Deciding on the latter, you sat up and said, “Someone wanna get the door.”

“Are you not going to kick us out?” Loki asked, his eyebrows raised.

You stood up and walked into the kitchen nonchalantly, careful not to step over the fallen popcorn.

“You got pizza right? I’m famished, let's eat.”

Thor brought the boxes and you settled on the sofa once again. The events of the night hopefully forgotten at this point. You took a slice of the pepperoni pizza and sat back on the couch to resume the show when Thor spoke up.

“Lady (Y/N) you have exceptional dance moves. Maybe not the best voice though.” Thor said and soon was met with a flying pillow hitting his face.

...

[akaashisupremacy]

Under the Stars

Summary: After a wedding date mishap, Futakuchi has some making up to do. How can he turn things around when the evening is about to end?

Notes: Idk why but I’m strangely invested in Futakuchi’s character. If you like this, check my other Futakuchi fic here and my Masterlist. Read this on Ao3!

Dedicated to that anon request that wanted a Futakuchi wedding date scenario. This for u!!!!

Futakuchi  x reader  

genre:  fluff (wc: 1.1k)

“Can we go now?”

You open the bathroom door to find Futakuchi Kenji slathered with red wine. A dark red splash runs from his shoulder to his hip, staining his undershirt beneath.

“What happened?!” you exclaim.

You brought Futakuchi as your date to a wedding and the night was going relatively smooth until…now.

“So I ran into my high school ex,” he begins.

“Oh, lord,” you sigh, dread creeping up on your chest.

“And she reminded me that our relationship did not end well by chucking a glass of wine at me...” he explains, “...is the short version of this story.”

After quickly giving him some tissue to sponge his shirt, you both take a beeline to the parking lot to avoid any further confrontation.

You’re visibly disappointed. The venue was a beautiful large cabin two hours away from the city on the mountainous part of the prefecture. It takes two hours to get there and you’re sulking in the car just when the dancing comes on because of Futakuchi’s poor past decisions. Maybe you should’ve brought another friend instead.

He feels guilty about ruining the party for you as his hands land on the wheel.

“I’m really sorry,” he professes, “Look, if you want to go back and dance we can just go back. We don’t have to leave. I’ll deal with my ex, it’s fine.”

You grudgingly shake your head knowing it won’t be that easy, “We should go.”

He solemnly nods, beginning to drive away.

“Damn, I knew I was a shitty boyfriend. Didn’t expect to be a bad date too.” he silently chides himself.

While driving along the road, you catch sight of an empty parking space for some small nearby cafes that overlook the bright lights of the city. You peer out of the window. He notices and pulls the car over.

You turn to him questioningly.

“We don’t really have anywhere else to go. Might as well take a look right?” he shrugs.

You get out of the car to find the city below to be an array of silver and gold lights twinkling under the clear night sky. Miyagi is breathtaking from where you stand.

“That’s the freeway,” you excitedly point to him, “Date district is probably that clump of lights over there.”

“And the old city gymnasium should be that way,” he adds, looking over your right. After graduating Dateko, Futakuchi went on to be the vice-captain for the municipal team.

You shake your head, “Even in a misadventure, all you can talk about is volleyball.”

“And you still act like this is news to you,” he replies, raising his brow.

You lean on the barrier and grin, “I should pretend to be shocked when you bring up volleyball just to keep things spicy.”

A laugh escapes his usual smirk.

60’s pop music flows out from one of the nearby cafes and you hum by yourself and sway a little bit. Futakuchi sways along with you.

You feel him take your hand in a surprisingly gentle and almost shy gesture. Wordlessly you both dance side by side. He butchers the moonwalk, you do a poorly executed cha cha. You twirl him, he twirls you back. You both giggle and enjoy the moment.

A slower beat comes on and you instinctively put your hands on his shoulders. Hesitation initially crosses his face yet his hands make their way to your waist.

“I’m really sorry I ruined the wedding for you.” He softly murmurs in your ear, “If you take me as your date to another wedding, we’ll have a better time I promise.”

“The wedding wasn’t all that anyways,” you shook your head. “Kinda stuffy. Not enough sky.”

Your head leans on his chest and you close your eyes. Futakuchi is taken by surprise but he revels at your warmth and how close you are to him. He’s nervous that you can hear how fast his heart is beating but there’s no way he’s letting go of you right now.

He’s always wanted to be this close to you. Pressing his nose to the top of your head, he inhales the scent of your hair which you find surprisingly intimate. His hands resist the urge to grab your hands and instead he simply pulls you  closer.

Towards the end of the song, you place your hand on his chest to pull away, “Hey, is everything alright?”

Your questions jolts him back into reality.

“Ye-yeah...but maybe we should go,” he stumbles, abruptly pulling away. He feels stupid and embarrassed that he got swept up.

Futakuchi starts heading towards the car.

“I-I actually want one more dance,” you stutter. “If that’s ok.”

He looks stupefied beyond words but he walks back to you without questions, his mouth somewhat agape. As the next song plays, he takes your hands and places them on his shoulders. His nose makes its way back to the top of your head and for the next three minutes, the rest of the world is on pause.

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When the long ride back to Miyagi ends, you both sit in the dark trying to find a way to end the night. Futakuchi fumbles around saying something about hoping you had a good time as he tensely clutches onto the wheel.

“I had a good time,” you smile. “Especially since I wasn’t the one that got confronted by their ex.” You chuckle, he scowls.

“You cannot bring that up with our other friends.” he massages his temples.

“No promises,” you grin. You gather your guts to give him a quick peck on the cheek before getting off, “Goodnight.”

His eyes widen at the realization and he grabs your wrist, “Wait—”

He reaches out for your face for one more kiss, on the lips this time. You lean in and see him smile when he realizes that you’re kissing back.

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[tiptapricot]

Hey there! Would you happen to have any headcanons for Sam Emerson and/or the Frog Brothers?

I do have some for Sam, yea! I don’t have any for the frog bros though, just cause I don’t rlly vibe w them as much

Lucy helps trim and re-bleach his hair whenever it grows out too much

He can’t come up with good insults to save his life, and makes people laugh more often than not if he tries to

He blushes easily and flushes all splotchy from his chest up to his ears

He loves bubblegum but hates bubblegum as a flavor, so he only buys variants. His favorites are orange and watermelon

Homophobia and a brief mention of drugs and alcohol under cut

When he turns seventeen ABBA’s Dancing Queen is playing nonstop the whole day. He’s just dancing around singing along to the words the whole time, pulling Michael and Lucy over to join him. He gets Michael to reluctantly get into it, and they start seeing who can sing the loudest

As seen in canon he sings in the bath/shower, but the thing is, he doesn’t realize that people can hear him when he does it. He’s just totally, blissfully, unaware that the bathroom isn’t sound proof

He really likes reading elementary-MS level novels, just because they’re fun and easy and in high supply. Think Boxcar Children, Nancy Drew, Bailey School Kids , etc., that kind of vibe

He chews on his pencils

He actually really enjoys school, and he gets pretty good grades too

He’s kind of a goody two shoes (affectionate) and feels uncomfortable breaking rules most of the time

He always makes friends with the librarians and lunch people at school, and a handful of teachers too. They all think he’s a gem (because he is😌)

He’s pretty self conscious when it comes to his orientation, and how people treat him for it. He’s been called every insult under the sun by the time he reaches high school, and has learned to laugh it off and just say he has a different fashion sense than most people, before busting out some classic “guy” knowledge that “proves” that he’s straight

It seems to work well enough

He’s really just trying to convince himself, when it comes down to it, and does such a good job that he actually starts to believe that after awhile

He has kind of a breakdown/forced realization one night while he’s laying in bed, like it just hits him yknow? It clicks into place that, oh... I actually am gay, huh?

He’s kind of conflicted about it for awhile, because he’s been making excuses and denying things for so long that it can’t be true, right?

It gets to the point that he’s practically bursting at the seams, not really sure what to do and feeling worse and worse about it by the day. One night he just trudges into Michael’s room and flops down face first on the bed, and when Michael asks him what’s wrong, he kinda reaches up to squeeze the blankets a bit, takes a deep breath, and mumbles, “I’m gay.”

He’s still laying face down, so when Michael doesn’t respond at first, his anxiety ratchets up to ninety and he just starts crying into the comforter

Michael’s hand is on his back immediately and he’s curling up next to him to pull him into a hug, and Sam just presses his face against his brother’s chest and cries harder

Michael tells him that that’s ok, that Sam is ok, and that he loves him so so much and always will

When Michael comes out himself a month or so later, Sammy’s just elated (Lucy is of course supportive of both of them)

His favorite sodas are Pepsi and Fanta

He doesn’t know how drugs work, he’d say “I know how to do a weed” to try and impress people, and he’s never touched alcohol in his life (and still doesn’t really when he’s older)

He tries to teach himself how to moonwalk once and ends up tripping and banging his head on his bedside table. It leaves a scar right above his right eyebrow

He picked up swearing in middle school and thought it made him the coolest fucking guy at the time

He hates black tea and coffee, they give him a headache and he hates the flavor

He collects cheap plastic rings from mall games and cereal boxes

His favorite color is magenta

He’s really bad at flirting but also does it a lot accidentally just because he’s a generally nice guy

He doesn’t like wearing hats

He has VERY strong opinions on music that no one else in his family fully understands, but they listen anyway (he likes to explain things w very emphatic movements)

He sunburns easily

He always falls for pranks and when ppl fuck with him, which led to him only finding out that bell peppers are in fact not the spiciest pepper when Lucy mentioned they were in dinner one time

(Michael told him that when he was younger to seem cool and keep Sammy out of the snack drawer)

To get revenge, he tells Michael the steampunk era was a real historical era, and that he “learned it in history last year, you really gotta pay more attention in class Mike”

He sticks his tongue out when focusing

He screams the first time Micahel takes him on a ride on his bike and refuses to ride on one ever again

He really likes the smell of the dishwasher right after it’s done, and of fresh laundry

He doesn’t know how to swim

Michael is his favorite person in the whole world, and he’ll tell anyone willing to listen just how cool he is. He’s probably embellished some stories over the years, but no one has to know Michael didn’t actually fight off three ninjas when he stood up to Sam’s bullies in third grade

Headcanons masterpost

[misskittysmagicportal]

When Vicky Needed Honey

(An OC Kiss Week collaboration between @super-unpredictable98 and @misskittysmagicportal. No warnings, just mother/daughter love. Moonwalkers/The Umbrella Academy AU)

I woke up with that weird feeling again. I looked over at Klaus, still pretty much asleep, and grunted. On my way to the bathroom I prayed and prayed, but no luck. My period was nowhere to be found. A couple of days, I can understand, an entire week is a bit more worrying.

The last few days I've been feeling kinda sick, but it could be stress. I've been feeling kinda tired, understandable after two apocalypses. I've been feeling a little dizzy, which could easily be from the time travel... But my period wouldn't come, so that was starting to freak me out.

"Hey, Vanya... Would you buy a pregnancy test for me?" I rehearsed in front of the mirror. "No, no, I should ask Allison. She has a daughter, she'd understand, right?"

I nearly jumped when Klaus shifted in his sleep, I hoped with all my might he didn't hear what I just said. I sat on the edge of the tub and let my head roll back. How the fuck did we let that happen? We always wear a condom!

Well, technically a condom has 98% of effectiveness, according to the box, which I was reading as I thought about it. That means... 2 out of 100 women will get pregnant. With the amount of sex we have, it wouldn't be surprising that I could become part of this 2%. Damn it, Klaus! Why do you have to be so charming? Blame it on three decades of suppressed desire I guess.

I had to talk to someone, someone who wouldn't judge me, someone I could trust. There was only one person I could think of, so I went back into the room and as silently as possible, I slid the black briefcase from under our bed. The date was already set, so all I had to do was open it.

I felt that familiar pull of time travel, that endless rope that dragged me across the universe, which seemed to take forever, even though it was less than a second. As soon as I landed, I regretted it, my stomach did not like the disturbance and I felt like I was about to throw up.

"Vicky? Are you ok?" I felt a gentle hand on my back and took a few deep breaths before being able to turn back.

"Honey! Thank fucking God you're here! I need to talk to you."

"Is it Klaus? It's Klaus. Oh my god, tell me he's alright"

"Alright, I think we should sit down for this one..."

Honey nodded with a smile and took my hand as we made our way to the couch. I chewed on my bottom lip for a little while, thinking of the best way to say it, but I didn't wanna admit it:

"So, I'm gonna say it and I need you to listen because it's very complex," I started. "I think I'm pregnant, and I feel horrible because I don't want to be. Not that I don't want any kids, I do, in the future. The problem is that we just came out of the second apocalypse, everything is a mess, my family is all over the place. I love Klaus more than anything, so I don't wanna throw this onto him, you know? He's been through so much already!"

"Sweetie..."

"And I'm terrified of not being a good mother, the only mother I ever had was a robot. I love her to bits, but what if all I can give my child is robot-love? I don't even know what it feels like, my birth mom clearly didn't love me, she chose to give me away for money, I understand she wasn't expecting to get pregnant out of the blue, but... I don't understand why she couldn't love me. I feel so selfish and so stupid for letting this happen, and I keep thinking about my biological mom, I'm freaking out here," I started sobbing. "You're the only person I can talk to."

**

Honey began to live for the sound of her “kids” popping by the apartment. She brought the books home with her more often in case Klaus would come by to learn more about himself. Or Luther who really just wanted the tiny woman to hold him the way a robot never could. And Diego who well, was always hitting on her. Allison and Vicky and Vanya helped her feel not so alone.

Yeah, they were her children. They were mostly older than Honey. The discarded. The outcast. Who suffered abuse. They were the bought and sold to a billionaire. They were a magical pregnancy and 43 terrified women, one she would become 15 years from now. Thank God she already knew what one of those felt like.

Honey was checking on Sugar and Sunny as they napped. The large crow with his beak buried in his ebony feathers kept one large yellow eye on them from above. Sunny was enamored with the corvid. Klaus, despite being 35 years older than himself, was deeply jealous.

It was from their room, after hearing a familiar VOIP sound in the living room, that Honey just felt in her body something was wrong. There was an anxiety emanating from Vicky whose back was to her.

“Vicky? Are you ok?” Honey gently touched the woman. She wanted to hug her, but opted for minor affection.

Vicky's expression in response worried Honey. “Is it Klaus? It's Klaus. Oh my god, tell me he's alright.” Her lip started to tremble. For a clone of Leon, Klaus was infused with his mother.

Half an hour later, Honey could only stare slack-jawed over Vicky's guts being spilled all over the couch. So to speak.

Honey took Vicky’s hand and did what her mom would do. What she and Julia found themselves doing with their children. Whether they were full grown men or toddlers. Honey kissed Vicky's hand several times and held it over her heart.

“First of all, I can't speak for your birth mother or the others. I know Klaus told me it was a spontaneous pregnancy. Like BAM! We're suddenly giving birth. For me, even being 45,” Honey shivered dramatically, “I would rather kill Reginald and take you all. But whatever the other women did. That's on them.

“But! If anyone knows about an unexpected pregnancy, it's me. She's asleep in the other room with her brother. I think I realized I was knocked up, I just ignored it until Leon mentioned something about my body being new. We NEVER used protection. Pills in the sixties were for married women only. The fact that we had sex for over a year before anything happened is a freaking miracle.

I took two tests in the flat. Then at the clinic. Just a few weeks before, abortion became legal AND funded by the NHS. I told no one, went and made that woman tell me every single step of the process. I asked how easy the adoption process in the UK is. I wasn't keeping it no matter what.”

Now Honey took both of Vicky’s hands, “You have so many readily available options.” She kissed them both again, “But please just let Klaus know. It's YOUR choice. YOURS. Ultimately, I changed my mind. I had her on my own. Pregnancy, birth, her first six months. I wasn't even on the same continent as Leon. But if my baby would have half his looks, and his way of loving, and even an OUNCE of his heart, Leon deserved to be a dad. I WANTED to have his baby. I don't regret my decision. I don't want to regret yours either. We all love you.”

Honey kissed Vicky's forehead, “I mean I'm your mom now.”

**

I would've started crying if I wasn't already, it felt so good to finally have someone to hold my hand. I can only imagine dad's reaction if I told him I was pregnant with Klaus' baby... It was awesome to not be judged for once.

"I wanna tell him, I'm just scared... If I really am pregnant, I wanna keep it, but what if he doesn't like it? What if he doesn't wanna be a dad?"

My desperate rambling was interrupted by a blue surge of energy right in the middle of the room, that could only mean one thing... Klaus and Five fell from it with a loud thud.

I had to cover my mouth not to scream, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest, but Honey seemed pleased with the new visitors.

"Jesus Vicky... I woke up and you were gone, I was worried!" Klaus squeezed me in a tight hug.

"I told you she was fine, Victoria can handle herself," Five rolled his eyes. "It's not like she can get hurt."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disappear."

Klaus moved to give Honey a hug as well, she kissed his forehead and urged him to sit down between us.

"I know this face, Scnucki..." Klaus placed his hand on my cheek. "What's wrong?"

I looked over at Honey and she gave me a reassuring nod. With a sigh, I took Klaus' hand, tracing the 'hello' with the tip of my finger.

"Klausie," I tried to muster the courage to say it. "I know the timing might not be the best, things are a little crazy right now, but I think I might be..."

"Might be...?" He stared at me nervously.

"Pregnant."

Klaus' mouth dropped and he widened his eyes. Shit! Shit! He hates it, he wasn't happy. He was gonna leave me right there and then.

"But we always..."

"I know, but apparently condoms are only 98% effective."

"You two really abuse your luck," Five mused.

"Timing isn't great, but if you want to keep it, I'm with you. It's our baby," a smile tugged at Klaus' lips. "And I love you, so..."

"Actually," I got up as fast as I could. "I love you too, but I'm not pregnant. If you guys will excuse me, I gotta go to the toilet, like right now!"

**

Honey watched as Vicky ran off to the bathroom. She was left with a bewildered Klaus, slack jawed over everything that quickly took place. She could only snort as Leon popped up from the same corner Vicky had just flown around. Mouth agape identical to his clone.

“Alright love,” Leon kissed her on the cheek. “Never told me the kids were coming ‘round for a visit.” He eyed up Five, still uncertain of him.

Klaus dramatically planted a fist on his hip, “Im thirty-six.”

“Too right. What's going on? Is Vicky ok she looked barmy.”

“Well we were almost grandparents.”

“GRANDPARENTS?! I'm thirty! Bloody hell I can't keep track of the ten we have now. Can't handle a baby, mate. Not coming from you. No offense.”

“All of it taken,” Klaus quipped.

“Well we don't need to worry about it. Pretty sure Vicky just overwhelmingly got her period. Better luck next time!”

Every single person in the room nearly knocked Honey flat with a loud in unison “NEXT TIME?”

She wouldn't make that mistake again.

[caffeinated-chaos-bean]

Mid-2021 Blog Update

Hey guys.

So... It’s been a while. Quite a while... and I want to lay some things out as to why I’ve been gone and the blog has practically been dead in the water for half a year, if not for a whole year. 

I want you to know that what I’m going to say will be in heavy detail. I’m comfortable speaking on it, and what information doesn’t just include me will be using either public details that I know I can share or will be put in a short and sweet manner.

This is your trigger warning: If you need to click off or scroll past due to the mention of extremely bad mental health, toxic relationships and households, the mention of depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts, please do so now.

. . .

First off, I’ve lessened the amount of time I’ve been online due to my mental health. I was put on antidepressants as well as told to take anti-anxiety gummies in November and will be weaned off of those starting this October. A lot of my family and relationship drama on top of the world practically shutting down and going into chaos thanks to COVID-19 just took a major toll on me. With so much on my shoulders, stress from living with said things on my shoulders, unsupportive family members, and an emotionally distant partner, I was at one of the lowest points in the life. I’d never had to be on mood-related medication in my life until last November. I’d always been able to handle what was thrown at me, but mid- to late-2020 was what knocked me down that low for the first time in my life. Suicidal thoughts came and went (they weren’t often, only when I couldn’t bottle my emotions up any longer but didn’t have a way to express them either), but even when they did, I knew that it was just in my head. I never once chose to act on them, because to me, that is not a way to solve a problem or escape your inner demons. All it does it put your personal suffering onto those around you -- your friends, family, and those who cared about you even when you don’t see it -- and it doesn’t do anyone any good. When my doctor asked me about suicide, that’s the very explanation I gave her. Yes, they happened, but I’d never act on them; it’s not a way out and it puts your pain onto others and only worsens the situation for the long-term.

Aside from that, though... I move on to other personal reasons for my absence that helped trigger what was mentioned above. Mid-August of 2019, my then fiancé's mother was murdered by two 17yr old boys of whom she and their family knew. Going off the information that was made public, one boy had mixed meth with marijuana prior to the killing. He claimed that my fiancé’s mother mouthed off and made a derogatory comment about his deceased mother, thus sparking the incident. While he claims to have only stabbed her once, the autopsy report shows that her head/face and upper torso were “hacked, slashed, and chopped” repeatedly with “various sharp, bladed objects”. Not only did they murder her, the two individuals also set the grass around her body on fire along with her home. When we found out about this having happened, I had no idea how bad it would have turned my relationship upside-down. My now ex-fiancé didn’t come from a great childhood, there was abuse and CPS, among other things. But he had managed and was a good person. He could make me laugh and tear up at his jokes, sang beautifully, and did everything to make those around him happy. When he lost his mom, it broke him. It shattered his very being, because not only did he know the two who caused it to happen, he also was unable to reconcile and make amends with his mother for what he went through as a child. He was robbed of being able to forgive and be on good terms with her, and it broke him. He stopped communicating with family, he took bereavement after being pulled from work by family the day it was confirmed to be his mother only to to fired 3 months down the line when he tried to go back (fuck Walmart for that btw), and was slowly becoming a hypochondriac. He stopped talking to me, he would cry in his sleep, and grief made him lash out as was expected. But as the days dragged on, his motivation and care towards finding a new job dwindled. He and my mother would fight endlessly and I was caught in the middle of it, as we all were in one household. There were times in which I would keep my phone on my leg and record for my own personal documentation should I need it due to how bad my own mother would belittle me, belittle my ex behind his back, and just scream and go off. When I’d turn to my ex for comfort, he wasn’t much help due to his own deteriorating mental health. He took to discord, specifically the Vampire the Masquerade community, as his escape from reality. He eventually would hardly talk to me at all, show no compassion, and at times I tried to speak with him about getting a new job or suggesting part-time ones that I felt would be easy and as stress-free as possible for him, I would be shooed away without a word; if I tried to further my attempt to have the conversation, he eventually got an attitude and would just say “Bye!” over and over again while shooing with his hand to get me to leave. There were many days where I’d get off work and sit in the bathroom for an hour and cry because of my frustration and how I felt stuck between two people I cared about deeply (ie. my ex and my mother).

My ex has since moved out and no longer lived with us. He and I are no longer together, and he has cut off all communication to me along with his family. He isn’t living in California anymore, really. He met up with discord friends and is in another state. That’s the last I heard from him. That’s the last his family heard. He doesn’t talk to us or attempt to reach out or respond when his family reaches out. I still very much care about him and want him to get better, but if he has to do so by being away from everyone, then so be it.

While I was letting - or shutting out, rather - the emotions I was feeling once he officially moved out, I relapsed with my anxiety tick; with my trichotillomania. I have a good number of smaller, thinned out spots in my hair from unconsciously pulling out strands of hair when my emotions didn’t know how to regulate. I’m still fighting to get this under control, as I do still catch myself doing it and so does my mother. It currently is not as bad as when my ex first moved out and I had to adjust back into sleeping alone and without someone next to me, but I do still pull. I am looking into trying to get my sister to order me a HabbitAware bracelet for me this Christmas in order to help get my tick back under control. I know its something I will live with forever and go in and out of doing, as there is no cure or medication to curb trichotillomania, but its something to help me be more aware of how often I do pull and to train it to no longer be a muscle memory response.

Most recently, I’ve had to stop taking melatonin. I’ve had bouts of insomnia since my ex left, and eventually I took enough melatonin to not only build an immunity to it but also a slight dependence. I was taking more than I should have been, and I noticed the signs of it and have stopped taking melatonin altogether. Due to this, I have switched to hempseed oil gummies. I take 2 before bed and they have helped wonderfully. But, due to how easy it was for me to become dependent on melatonin, I do plan to take brief breaks from the gummies to avoid a similar situation. I also do not plan on seeking an insomnia medication due to the same reasons. I knew what I was doing was wrong and I knew i was becoming addicted, and due to this I do not wish to risk it happening with a prescription sleep medication. I will deal with my bouts of insomnia as they come.

I also am conquering my insecurities towards others knowing I am a fan of Michael Jackson; a moonwalker. In elementary school (5th grade, 2009), I went through a heavy obsessive phase when he passed. I’d never heard of him, and when I listened to his music that firs time I was instantly hooked. I was ridiculed at school after I performed “Thriller” during a talent show; I had classmates going as far as saying that I must want him to kidnap and r*pe me if I enjoyed his music so much. I didn’t understand the gravity of those comments back then the way that I do now that I’m 23, but I still knew to an extent that what they were saying was in now way a good thing. I shut out his music from mid-6th grade all the way until this year. I hadn’t listened to a single song aside from hearing “Thriller” on the radio during October. For my birthday this year, I had a friend take me out of town and get away for a day. The entire time, she surprised me by playing hours of his music when in the car with her. It has since reopened that connection to his music and I’ve been listening to his songs with a fresh take, with the mind of an adult who can comprehend his words and understand finally what he’s saying for each song. As such, I’ve become more comfortable with others knowing I’m a moonwalker. You can have your opininos of the man, you can choose to believe the tabloids and junk media or make your own conclusions after assessing the details and documents of his life, but I will enjoy the same freedom of opinion.

I know this is getting pretty long, but I wanted to fill those who still might be checking up on this blog for any sort of update or spec of life coming from it in on what’s practically killed the blogs for a good chunk of time.

I do plan to slowly start doing stuff again after Halloween. I have a video made that I plan to post for Halloween and I look forward to letting Kikumi and the others be open for asks again. Until then, may the wind guide you all. I hope everyone can have a safe and wonderful rest of August. I will see you in October.

[michaeljacksoncaptaineo]

Today in History

On January 26, 1984, Michael Jackson's hair caught on fire while filming a Pepsi commercial.

UPI:

JAN. 28, 1984

Michael Jackson hospitalized after fireworks mishap on set of Pepsi commercial

ByJEFF HASEN

LOS ANGELES -- Superstar Michael Jackson, hospitalized with burns from fireworks that ignited his hair during filming of a commercial, was quietly discharged from a hospital Saturday against his doctor's recommendation.

Dr. Steve Hoefflin said he believed it was best for Jackson to stay at Brotman Memorial Hospital, but reluctantly agreed to his release at 12:30 p.m. PST (3:30 p.m. EST). Hours earlier, he had told reporters Jackson would be hospitalized 'for several days.'

'We recommended that Michael stay, but we determined this could be done as well out of the hospital as in the hospital,' Hoefflin said. 'Despite our recommendation, he felt he did want to be treated as an outpatient.

'He was quite happy. He felt better after a good night's sleep. He's in excellent health and was showing very rapid signs of recovery. He's very pleased it was not more of a severe burn.'

Hoefflin said he did not know where Jackson planned to go.

Jackson, 25, was dancing down a stairway at the Shrine Auditorium Friday night in a scene for a multi-million dollar Pepsi commercial when a special effects smoke bomb apparently misfired and set his pomade-slicked hair ablaze.

Nurse Pat Lavalas, the burn unit supervisor, said Jackson was in good spirits Saturday morning and he received many telephone calls, including get-well wishes from singers Teddy Pendergrass and Stephanie Mills.

'He left in good spirits and his condition is good,' she said. 'He didn't speak about the accident to us. He watched 'American Bandstand' this morning and people were getting his autograph.

He sang a Stephanie Mills song in the bathroom. He stayed in bed and opened telegrams, and he got a big kick out of one from a fan that said, 'I know you're hot, but this is ridiculous,'' the nurse said.

Just hours before Jackson's secretive departure, Hoefflin told reporters the singer was in satisfactory condition with second-degree burns and a small third-degree burn on the back of his head.

'He's in moderate pain, he's much more tired than we anticipated. He needs sleep at this time,' Hoefflin told reporters at a hospital news conference.

He said Jackson may require reconstructive surgery.

Jackson, the country's top singer, won seven American Music Awards earlier this month and picked up a record 12 Grammy nominations. Hoefflin said Jackson will be able to attend the Feb. 28 Grammy presentations at the Shrine 'if he feels up to it.'

A spokesman for Jackson said the singer requested that a tape of the accident be made public as soon as the film can be processed.

'Michael wants to make certain that his fans know exactly what happened,' Larry Larson told reporters at the hospital.

Asked if Jackson was contemplating a lawsuit, he said, 'There's no indication at this point.'

Hospital officials said the medical center had been inundated with thousands of phone calls since Jackson arrived and a spokesman pleaded with the public to stop calling, saying emergency calls could not get through.

The singer's 'Thriller' album topped the music charts last year, placing an unprecedented six singles -- including 'Billie Jean' and 'Beat It' -- in the top 10 and spawning several popular videos.

The accident Friday night occurred before a horrified audience of about 3,000 people who won tickets to the taping from a local radio station.

One witness told United Press International that Jackson removed his jacket without breaking stride and tried to put out the fire.

'There was supposed to be an explosion for his big entrance,' Daryoush Maze, 25, an extra in the cast, said. 'As he went off, an explosion went off and there was blue smoke all around his head and neck. There were no flames, just blue smoke from the stuff he had in his hair.

'It seemed like it was part of the show. He was doing it very professionally, still dancing. He's a good trouper.'

About a block from Jackson's boyhood home, nearly 1,000 people clad in their Sunday best jammed into a small, stuffy basketball gym to hear the candidate speak.

After a church choir sang a few hymns, Jackson's mother, wearing a deep blue dress and a 'Jackson in '84' button, triumphantly introduced her son to the throng.

Jackson took the stage and led the audience in his familiar 'I am somebody' chant.

'Our mission is justice at home and peace abroad,' he told the townspeople. 'I've watched the growth of this city and this state and I see the need for more growth.

'We have the need this day to have a spirit of redemption and reconciliation -- to rise above historic divisions that have stunted our growth. This is a period for us to beat our swords into plowshares.'

Jackson spoke of Greenville as once being the textile capital of the world, and noted the slump in the industry today that has put thousands out of work.

He called for an end to the 'dislocation of the textile industry.'

'This generation must realize when a plant closes, it closes without notice. Men cannot feed their families; mothers cannot nourish their children. That kind of reckless economic conduct must challenge us to open a new economic order.'

Jackson also visited a small bar that sponsors a softball team Jackson played on during the 1960s.

The presidential hopeful was the team's starting first baseman.

'He's a long-ball hitter,' said Charles Chiles, a patron of the establishment who remembers Jackson's days on the softball field.

Jackson also climbed onto the fender of a brown Cadillac parked near the bar during the afternoon and urged about 200 onlookers to register to vote.

'You can help me and you can help yourself,' he said. 'If we register to vote our children will not have to grow up as we did. They can get jobs. They can develop and grow.

'We can not only hang around on the corner, we can own the corner.'

Moonwalk book page 235-238:

Later one of the doctors told me that it was a miracle I was alive. One of the firemen had mentioned that in most cases your clothes catch on fire in which case the whole face can be disfigured or you can die. That’s it. I third-degree burns On the back of my head that’s Almost went through to my skull, so we had a lot of the problems with it, But I was very lucky.

What we now know is that the incident created a lot of publicity for the commercial. They sold more Pepsi than ever before. And they came back to me later and offered me the biggest commercial endorsement Fee in history. It was so unprecedented But it went into The Guinness Book of World Records. Pepsi and I worked together on another Commercial called” The Kid”, And I gave them problems by limiting the shots of me because I felt the shots they were asking for didn’t work well. Later, when the commercial was a success, he told me I had been right.

I still remember how scared those Pepsi excuses looked the night of the fire. They thought that my getting burned would leave a bad taste in the mouth every kid in America who drank Pepsi. They knew I could have sued him and I could have. But I was real nice about it. Real nice. They gave me $1,500,000 Which I immediately donated to the Michael Jackson Burn Center. I wanted to do something because I was so moved By the other burn patient I met while I was in the hospital.

“ I have a plan to spend most of 1984 working on some movie ideas we had, But those plans got sidetracked. First, in January, I Was burned On the set of a Pepsi commercial I was shooting with my brothers.

The reason for the fire stupidity, pure and simple. We were shooting tonight and I Wassupposed To come down a staircase yes magnesium flash bombs Going off on either side of me and just behind me. It seemed so simple. I wanted to walk down the stairs and these bombs Would blow up. We did several takes that were wonderfully timed. The lighting effects from the bombs were great. Only later did I find out that these bombs Were only two feet away from either side of my head, which was a total Disregard of the safety regulations. I was supposed to stand in the middle of a magnesium explosion, two feet on either side.

Then Bob Giraldi, the director, Came to me and said, “ Michael, you are going down too early. We want To see you up there, up on the stairs. When the lights come on, we want to reveal that you’re there, so wait”

So I waited, the bombs went off on either side of my head, and the sparks set My hair on fire. I was dancing down the ramp and turning around, spinning not knowing I was on fire. Suddenly I filled my hands reflexively going to my head In an attempt to smother the flames. Are you feeling down and just tried to shake the Flames out. Jermaine Turned around and saw me on the ground, Just after the explosions had gone off, and he thought I was shot be someone In the crowd — ‏because we were shooting In front of a big audience. That what I looked like to him.

Miko Brando , Who works for me, was the first person to reach me. After that, it was clhaos. It was crazy. No for me could probably capture The drama of what went on That night. The crowd was screaming. Someone shouted, “ Get some ice! “ There were fantic running sounds. People were yelling,” Oh no!”. The emergency truck came up And before they Put me in Isow the Pepsi excutives huddled together in a corner, looking terrified. I remember the medical people putting me on a cot And the guys from Pepsi were so scared They couldn’t

even bring themselves to check on me.

Meanwhile, I was kind of detached, despite the terrible pain, I was watching all the drama unfold. Later they told me, I was in shock, but I remember enjoying the ride to the hospital because I never thought I’d ride in an ambulance with the sirens wailing. It was one of those things I had always wanted to do when I was growing up. We got there, They told me there news crews Outside, so I asked for my glove. There’s a famous shot one waving from the stretcher with my glove on. hooting tonight and I Wassupposed To come down a staircase yes magnesium flash bombs Going off on either side of me and just behind me. It seemed so simple. I wanted to walk down the stairs and these bombs Would blow up. We did several takes that were wonderfully timed. The lighting effects from the bombs were great. Only later did I find out that these bombs Were only two feet away from either side of my head, which was a total Disregard of the safety regulations. I was supposed to stand in the middle of a magnesium explosion, two feet on either side.

Then Bob Giraldi, the director, Came to me and said, “ Michael, you are going down too early. We want To see you up there, up on the stairs. When the lights come on, we want to reveal that you’re there, so wait”

So I waited, the bombs went off on either side of my head, and the sparks set My hair on fire. I was dancing down the ramp and turning around, spinning not knowing I was on fire. Suddenly I filled my hands reflexively going to my head In an attempt to smother the flames. Are you feeling down and just tried to shake the Flames out. Jermaine Turned around and saw me on the ground, Just after the explosions had gone off, and he thought I was shot be someone In the crowd — ‏because we were shooting In front of a big audience. That what I looked like to him.

Miko Brando , Who works for me, was the first person to reach me. After that, it was clhaos. It was crazy. No for me could probably capture The drama of what went on That night. The crowd was screaming. Someone shouted, “ Get some ice! “ There were fantic running sounds. People were yelling,” Oh no!”. The emergency truck came up And before they Put me in Isow the Pepsi excutives huddled together in a corner, looking terrified. I remember the medical people putting me on a cot And the guys from Pepsi were so scared They couldn’t

even bring themselves to check on me.

Meanwhile, I was kind of detached, despite the terrible pain, I was watching all the drama unfold. Later they told me, I was in shock, but I remember enjoying the ride to the hospital because I never thought I’d ride in an ambulance with the sirens wailing. It was one of those things I had always wanted to do when I was growing up. We got there, They told me there news crews Outside, so I asked for my glove. There’s a famous shot one waving from the stretcher with my glove on.

https://youtu.be/DkMNn7TA0pg

[majesticnerdynerd]

Another sneak-peek at Reichenbach Falls - this time with Wholock!

Much to Irene’s surprise, the door of the police box opened then, and suddenly a man in a brown suit stepped out, hair amess. He didn’t seem to have noticed Irene, and she used the opportunity to stare at him and take in as many details as she could. His outfit was… alright. Nothing spectacular, but it did suit him, no pun intended. And then the man spoke. In an English bloody accent. 

“BLIMEY!” he exclaimed, scrunching up his nose, hands stuffed in his trouser pockets. He sucked in a deep breath (Irene gagged) and let his face be bathed in the warm sunlight. “Never woulda thought I’d get to smell nature like THIS.”

Irene regarded the WCs nearby warily, questioning the man’s sanity. And his sense of smell. Random encounters like this made her realise how much she valued her madman of a brother. And modern, civilized toilets and bathrooms they had at the Shack. She eyed the man suspiciously, and when she got a good look at his face, she gasped. 

“David Tennant?”

The stranger’s face tilted to watch her, alarmed, and his posture straightened. “Me?”

“Yes?” Irene said, taking a step closer. “Is that really you?”

The man looked around and started moonwalking to one of the portables, seeking a retreat. “Absolutely not. I mean, I could be, but I think David is busy pretending not to be a demon while actually playing one who is married to an angel who is, coincidentally, pretending to be Michael Sheen. Hold on, which year is this? Perhaps you don’t know yet.”

During his small speech, Irene backed him up (not really, he just made it that dramatic) and the man opened the doors on the portable toilet behind him and he stepped in, enclosing himself in there. Death by toi tois was a cruel way to exit this world. The audible sigh told Irene that he regretted all his life choices, but yet he didn’t come out. 

Irene held her breath as she came closer to the portables. She won’t leave him to suffocate in there for goodness’ sake. She knocked on the door. The man knocked back. Thinking it funny, Irene asked, “Who’s there?”

“Doctor,” was the muffled reply moments later. 

“Doctor who?”

The smelly door opened and out stepped the man in a smart suit, gasping for air. “Exactyl.”

“Don’t you mean exactly?”

“No, that’s a word. Exactyl is more of a pain in my butt. That dino scientist has been driving me crazy.”

Definitely crazy, Irene thought.

(coming in April)

also, @jasombee I dedicate the ‘death by toi tois’ quote to you, and I’ll put in on your gravestone one day

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Instant karma in DbD is beautiful. Leatherface is salty because I managed to stun him with Head On and then 360′d him into falling off the roof! So he face camps me when he finally downs me. An hour later I get him as a Survivor and do the same to him straight off, no mercy. No hesitation. And he’s salty after about how ‘camping doesn’t equal skill’ so I asked why he camped me for stunning him with a Head On and he went quiet. #Beautiful #YourTearsWillSaltMyFood

Alert is such a good Perk! Had the Hillbilly on the Meat Plant, and near the Basement is a double-pallet loop. We started the Chase upstairs and I stunned in three times in a row with pallets, and then fell into the bathroom and took him by the Basement. Slammed the one pallet on him and headed for the other and wait. He breaks the first and I see his aura because of it. He turns around so his red light is facing away from me, and he moonwalks around the other side of the wall to the pallet I’m at in an attempt to do some mindgaming, but Alert was still active so I saw him perfectly and stunned him again! I leave the area while he breaks that pallet and see his aura again because of it. At another pallet by a staircase, I waited and then slammed him again! Lead him to that one room with the stairs up and then the drop point to the bottom floor. He got a hit in with that window only, but then I got super far ahead of him with Balanced Landing and was able to wait to stun him with another pallet! I then ran back to those stairs and half-Healed while waiting for him. Rinse and repeat 3 times until I’m all healed. He eventually gave up. Why? Cuz 4 Gens got done during the Chase and he’d only landed 1 Basic Attack the whole time! Adrenaline pops seconds after he leaves me! We all Escaped and he lost all of his drive as he simply stood still in the door while we teabagged and left! Rank 1.

Played against a Nurse who was streaming on Twitch so I watched their POV after the match! Dude called me ‘Houdini’ and ‘warrior’ because I lasted a while in the Chase! I got balls for just gunning it instead of attempting to loop! I followed him because he’s very funny! XD It is this video from 01:50:59 - 02:07:06 https://www.twitch.tv/videos/718286596 I am the purple and green Feng Min.

Ran a Legion around so well that he lost his power several times because I stunned him or he kept missing hits!

Spawned in next to a Hex Totem and Cleansed it. The Killer rage-quit seconds later! XD It was his Devour Hope! A Rank 2 Leatherface really couldn’t manage without Devour Hope?

Got a lot of Legions today.

And a lot of Wraiths! On my third match against a Wraith, I lead him on a map-wide Chase where I managed to Heal up twice! He was so pissed! I finally lost him long enough to do a whole Gen by myself and then rescue someone behind his back as he was going invisible! So he Chased me again and DC’d when the last Gen popped and Adrenaline sent me too far ahead for him to handle. Rank 1.

The first Wraith match was also a Rank 1 but he owned us is like 30 seconds. It was embarrassing de-pipping over that.

Got a Hag with 4 Hex Totems that she trapped up nice and tight. But I had Urban Evasion on my Blendette for that round so I got all of them. Somehow, I managed to Cleanse all as she was coming to stop me, and then managed to Escape each Chase. I even watched her load more traps around the remaining Totems but I got them! 

I’ve saved up like 700K+ pts today because I almost have 9K Iridescent Shards again and want to but Plague. ^-^

I do think Spirit has become my new fav Killer. Her Iridescent Add-Ons are no joke when paired together. Just have Sloppy Butcher as a Perk and you’ll legit never lose someone. Fuck scratch marks if you can see someone’s bright red pools of blood through walls! I don’t know if it’s supposed to be that good but daaaaaaamn!

I played a single Trapper match for a Daily Ritual I’ve been putting off for like a week. I got a 2K and the ritual so I’m okay with that.

Got an afk Pig. The match was over really fast and it was kind of a bummer since no one got over 8K pts.

Got a match with a Nurse. It was like 20 mins long. She got the first 2 ppl fast and I guess felt bad so she had us farm, and Jane and I got over 30K+ pts at the end. We legit opened like 5 Chests and placed the items in a circle around the Nurse in the center of the street. We even took our own items and those of our fallen teammates and added them in. We then crouched on either side of the circle and nodded our heads slowly like some kind of summoning ritual. She nodded back to us, raised her hand as if to Blink, and then Disconnected. It was funny! XD

[nctzendreamz]

periods w/ nct 127

taeil:

- ah, our king.

- definitely the type to give you your space unless you asked otherwise.

- not because he’s trying to be mean, he just doesn’t want to do anything to irritate you.

- but if you tell him you need him, be prepared to be pampered.

- he’ll do anything to make you laugh.

- pulls out his funniest jokes and dances

- cuddles you to the point of suffocation because he knows no number other than 100 percent.

- gives the best belly rubs.

- sweet and long kisses to distract you from the pain.

- guaranteed to sing his part in purple to you because...it’s legendary and you both know it.

- “i love you my baby.”

- doesn’t let go of you even after you fall asleep.

- I believe that during these times he’d take a good look at you and see how much he loves you, and loves being with you like this.

-will get a lil emotional seeing you clinging to him.

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johnny:

- asks if there’s anything you need first and foremost.

- has zero embarrassment going to get you anything you ask for.

- always comes back with chocolate whether it helps you or not.

- when he returns, cuddles cuddles and more cuddles.

- i believe he’s the type to try to talk you out of your pain, so expect some deep conversation.

- “so like...let’s read up on the creator of frozen yogurt?”

- “yes.”

- also gives you hella kisses.

- “let’s sleep. you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

- when you wake up, you do indeed feel better, so you and johnny decide to go in the kitchen to make dinner together.

- johnny burned himself and now you have to take care of him.

- not that you mind because???? that’s your whole heart.

taeyong:

- confused in the cutest way.

- he understands periods, he just doesn’t understand how to cheer you up through the pain.

- 100% asks his sister for help.

- she explains to him that the best thing to do is just ask you what you need.

- “what can I do, baby?”

- you simply pucker your lips, inviting him in.

- how could he deny you?

- in between kisses, you whisper something about wanting him to cook you something good.

- “anything for my girl.” he chuckled before going to the kitchen and getting to work.

- cooks everything with so much love omg.

- doesn’t let you help at all even though you beg him to.

- hits you (lightly) with the spatula if you don’t listen.

- “please?”

- “no.”

- 5 minutes later...

- “please?”

- “no.”

- feeds you even though you tell him you don’t need him to.

- “let me take care of you just for this one day. you’re always taking care of me.”

doyoung:

- the two of you have always had a playful relationship, so it was weird to see you moping around the house when you had your period for the first time around him.

-but he also enjoys it because he can baby you to the fullest.

- “let me walk you to the bathroom.”

- “no, let me do it.”

- “don’t move a muscle.”

- “are you cold?”

- “do you want me to cook you something?”

- also clowns you.

-“your head is still hurting?” he questioned with concern. “is that why it’s grown so damn much in the last hour?”

- he’s already prepped himself for all the pillows you were gonna throw at him so he’s immune.

- any other time you’re always all over him simply to get on his nerves, so now it’s payback time.

- except he realizes you’re enjoying all of his fat kisses and wet spots on your face.

- another member who gives you the most amazing belly/back rubs.

- after the fun, the two of you always end up laying with your back to him, his head tucked between your shoulder while he rubs your stomach and whispers sweet nothings.

jaehyun:

- the calmest one.

- on the outside.

- will always try to be very chill about it.

- casually brings you chocolate, but after that becomes distant by accident.

- “why don’t you love me anymore?”

- he’s so confused.

- “i figured you didn’t want company.”

- you have to climb on top of him for him to understand you will not punch him in the face if he attempts to touch you.

- as soon as the gets the okay he won’t let you go.

- will try to talk to you about his week to make you feel better.

- definitely orders food.

- always a chill day for the two of you.

yuta:

- so cheerful and it doesn’t even anger you.

- calls you about 30 different pet names to cheer you up.

- doesn’t leave you alone.

- watching movies and eating everything you shouldn’t be all day.

- every time you hiss from a shock of pain he looks at you with so much concern.

- caresses your stomach softly while staring at you.

- 100% talks to your stomach and tell it to give you a break.

-“i understand you have a job to do, but I’d really appreciate it if you give it a rest so I can have my girlfriend back.”

- seeing you like this honestly makes his heart soar because although you’re in pain you’re clinging to him so much and are accepting all of his love and kisses uwu.

winwin:

- sweet boy :((((

- your cramps are always really bad, but this was the first time winwin was here to see it for himself.

- he can’t feel your pain, but his heart still hurts.

- if you’re in pain, it makes him sad.

- wants to fight your stomach.

“come here.” the two of you just stand there hugging, with him rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your forehead.

leaves to put a slow song on, and dances with you in the middle of the living room.

the two of you stay like that for a while, you listening to him breathe to distract you from the agony.

“you always know how to make me feel better.”

“well that’s my job.” he said simply, twirling you around before pressing a kiss to your lips. “now let’s go to bed.”

jungwoo:

- similar to taeil in the sense that he lets you decide what you want him to do.

- if you don’t want to be bothered, he’ll be sad but he’ll give you your space.

- in what world do we deny jungwoo though?

- never.

- he’s always soft, but he’s especially soft on days like these.

- will literally give you anything you want.

- tells you he loves you 100 times in the same day and you don’t mind at all.

- takes this time to confess all of his mushy feelings towards you as well.

- “i don’t know what I would do without you.”

- “you’re my world.”

mark:

- oh boy.

- mark is going to try his hardest to do this right.

- “is there anything I can do to make it go away?”

- obviously cuddles and kisses will have to do.

- now the two of you are in your bed, just staring up at the ceiling,

- science 101 ft mark.

- “so like...how does this work?”

- now you’re laughing, because this shit is too funny.

- “i’m serious y/n. something drops and all of a sudden blood everywhere? and where do cramps even come from?”

- you explain everything to him and he just stares at you in confusion.

- “who came up with that??? and I’m so sorry?? you’re so strong?” he sounds so distressed.

-“just rub by tummy babe I’ll survive.”

- he’s still going to be very sweet after, rubbing your back softly.

haechan:

- goofiest relationship of all time.

- your period doesn’t stop the party.

- if anything it forces the two of you to be more silly to help you forget the feeling of being stabbed.

- guaranteed to have a michael jackson battle.

- moonwalking throughout your apartment.

“HEE HEE!”

- “won’t stop til’ i get enough.”

-“ha..”

- that was awful so sorry.

- “let’s build a fort.”

- you grab all your materials, and neither of you leave the fort unless you have to pee.

- y’all have the laptop on deck and Netflix is ready for y’all.

- paid attention to the movie for about 2 minutes.

-now there’s no space in between you two and the two of you are just whispering sweet nothings while sharing sweet kisses until the other falls asleep.

- you honestly will forget you’re on.

[cullen-collective]

The McCarty Twins:

Inspired by @emmettmccartycullen 's post!

"B."

"Em."

"Edward went hunting with Jas and Ali."

"I'm aware."

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Almost exclusively."

They roll up to school in Rosalie's flashiest car which they spent an hour convincing her to drive them in.

They are both hanging out of the convertable top like labradors.

Emmett screams "PARKOUR" at the top of his lungs and they both take off running just slightly too fast to be human, but not fast enough to expose them.

After a series of gravity-defying stunts that causes half of the student body to applaud and the rest to feel the first genuine fright they've ever experienced they end up in their joint homeroom.

They answer for each other during roll and then spend the entire class period making crude carvings in the desks with their nails.

At break they make their way up to the roof.

Rosalie's sitting with Ness at the lunch table when they hear a loud thump. They both know it was Bella and Emmett. They both keep their expressions deeply innocent.

(The only reason Ness isn't with them is because Edward told her he'd let her fly out for a visit with the Amazons if she stayed out of trouble and she really wants to go.)

There is a noticeable dent in the lawn where they landed. It is actually four foot-sized dents inside a larger dent.

They burst into the cafeteria with armloads of McDonald's bags and just start throwing them to the students. Emmett is shouting like Oprah.

"You get a burger! You get a McChicken! Everybody gets heart diseeeeeeease!!!"

"Who wants to bet five bucks that I can take the quarterback in an arm-wrestling match?!"

Bella is extra keen on this because last week he called Alice "sweetheart" and told her to smile more.

He steps up and slaps a twenty on the table, laughing all the while.

"Let's do this, princess."

Emmett is visibly straining to hold in his laughter.

She beats him, naturally, in about .67 seconds.

Emmett hoists her onto his shoulders

"Anyone else man enough to take on my lil sis?!"

The cafeteria is buzzing with gossip and idle praise.

Four distinct ringtones ("Sexy Back", "I Am Woman", R2-D2 screaming, and the Friends theme) all go off to alert the owners of a text.

Three turn off as they look at the group message, but the Friends theme keeps playing because Emmett refuses to check.

"I. Saw. Everything. 👀" it says.

"Fuck."

"Welp, I can just kiss the rainforest goodbye, can't I?"

"I knew you were going to get in trouble."

"We're not in trouble until they get back! And you, RC, have another parent who can send you to the Amazon."

"Oh yeah."

"Now, let's keep going."

Emmett holds out his pinky to Bella, who locks hers with his.

"McCarty party?"

"McCarty party!"

Miraculously the entire lawn gets forked ("get it sis?! FORKS!") in the span of five minutes while a teacher visits the bathroom. No one has any idea how it could have gotten done so quickly.

Bella puts on Emmett's clothes and attends his geometry class and Emmett dons Bella's flannel and leggings and goes to her French class.

The worst part for the teachers is that despite the other not being enrolled in that subject at all, they both know all the answers.

They hold a moonwalk contest in PE because "C'mon teach! Basketball is so blasé! Let's do a REAL sport."

It is unclear how they keep getting the teachers to go along with everything but they just... do. Even the teachers in question can not recall why they allowed it.

After school they pop the trunk on Rosalie's car and reveal two coolers full of sodas.

They start passing them out and then they start a giant game of "Concentration" in which the students are all sitting in a giant circle in the middle of the parking lot.

Bella catches a whiff of Edward's scent approaching and shouts "SHIT. FIVE-OH!"

They take off running far too fast for humans, leaving Rosalie and Ness to take the car home

When they get there Bella and Emmett are sitting on the couch with branches stuck to their clothes and hair.

They're both giggling like idiots and trying to school their faces into expressions of innocence.

"Shut UP, you're going to blow this for us!"

"Me?! What about you, Mr. Giggle Pants?!"

In the end, it's decided that they don't have to move away, but that McCarty Parties are strictly prohibited from school grounds.

Good thing they didn't say anything about the empty field where the kegger is happening.

That would have been a real buzzkill.

[msjr0119]

Trouble

This is a one shot for my bestie @pedudley 😘

Happy Birthday Babe!!!!! See you tomorrow for celebrations 🥳

Characters belong to Pixelberry apart from Willow who is Paige’s OC. Freya is my main character in one of my series.

Warnings: One DRUNK character (based on my drunken antics as an 18year old) swearing, and Drillow smut 🔥

*****

In Cordonia, the gang had decided to go on a vacation to the US- Drake was half American and Freya grew up in the New York even though she was English. After much deliberation they agreed to go to Texas.

“Oh I have an old college friend from Texas, I think she lives in the part we will be staying in. It’s her birthday whilst we will be there. I’ll contact her ask if she wants to hang out?” Freya suggested excitedly.

******

It was Willow’s birthday, she had been in contact with her college friend Freya about meeting up for a catch up. Freya had been gallivanting around Europe and Willow was intrigued to hear about the stories.

Making her way to the location that she had agreed to meet at with Freya- she was slightly nervous, as Freya had dropped the bombshell that some of her new friends would be ‘tagging’ along. Arranging to meet up at a local bar - Willow scanned the room hoping to see a familiar face. With no avail, she headed up to the bar- she asked for a few shots to give her that bit of dutch courage. She was an outgoing type of person, but she hadn’t seen Freya in years.

“Surprise!!!” Turning around she recognised that familiar voice.

“Freya!”

“Happy birthday babe. Next rounds on me.”

“Thanks. Where are the tag alongs?”

“Oh, they are sat in the vip area. I’ll introduce you in a minute. I can already tell that tonight is going to get messy!”

Walking over to the VIP area, Willow believed the tourists were going all out for their time in Texas- the vip area was only generally used for; special birthdays, hens/stags or celebrities.

“Guys, this is my friend Willow. It’s her birthday today so all be nice or I’ll get Liv to stab each and every one of you.”

Willows eyes widened- surely she’s joking. She can’t be friends with serial killers?

“Willow, this is; Liam my other half, Maxwell my adopted brother, crazy ass bitch Olivia, sweet loveable Hana and over there is grumpy Drake.”

Willow nervously waved and said hello. Freya noticed that Drake’s usual persona had changed as he couldn’t take his eyes off Willow. Feeling slightly jealous that he never returned her feelings during Liam’s social season- she had hoped that he wouldn’t be a jerk towards Willow like he was with her.

“Hey Lo, are you okay? You and Drake are providing each other with fuck me eyes.”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are. I don’t blame you. I thought I was in love with him but he never looked at me like that. You should talk to him.”

Willow raised her eyebrows at her friend, secretly she was providing him with those looks- but she didn’t want to cause a drift in case Freya still had feelings. Sitting next to him, she decided to start off with small talk- talking wouldn’t do any harm she thought.

“So why does she refer you as the grumpy one?”

“I’m not grumpy. Well I am at times. But it depends what type of person I’m with.”

“Oh?”

“Those lot are all nobles, Liam’s a Prince. Not really my thing. I’m just the commoner.”

“Stop with the self pity- come and dance with me?”

“I can’t dance.”

“I’ll teach you.” Drake gulped as he looked at her natural loose hair and curves in the form fitting dress she wore. The flecks of gold in her brown eyes and freckles that surrounded her nose and cheeks made her look adorable- he thought about maybe risking himself looking like a fool to spend a bit of time with the beautiful stranger. Freya coughed whilst giving him the dagger eyes, encouraging him to dance. Willow dragged him on to the dance floor, before the others followed suit. Noticing that he was a bit stiff, she decided to press her back against his muscled chest and grind along him- forcing his hand to go around her waist. Liam noticed that Drake had come out of his shell, and smiled at him. Spinning Willow around so she was facing him, her eyes sparkled.

“This type of dancing is better than what they do. I’m not into all the fancy Waltzing.” He whispered. Throwing her arms around him, their foreheads touched- Drake felt the urge to kiss her, maybe it was due to the alcohol? Gently placing her lips on to his, the slow kiss soon turned passionate. Drake looked sheepishly at her, wondering if he had crossed the line.

“Well Drake, I’ll class that as a birthday kiss then? Thank you. Thank you for the dance.”

“Yeah something like that. You’re beautiful. I didn’t mean to say that... I Erm.”

“Did anyone tell you how cute you are when you’re flustered and nervous?” Looking over towards Freya, he remembered her saying the same exact words. Feeling guilty with how he treat her, he wasn’t going to do the same mistake again.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked changing the subject due to the awkward situation. Willow nodded, not wanting for the night to end. At first she was nervous about meeting the strangers - now she wanted to get to know them better and show her true personality.

*****

Everyone became intoxicated apart from Willow and Drake who had slowed their drinking down- getting to know each other. He found out that she liked to draw, showing an interest in her hobby- he knew that she was talented. His forte was being able to drink whiskey- now wishing he could better himself. They also both had a common factor- being brought up on the ranch life in Texas. Willow excused herself as she went to the bathroom, Maxwell slid over next to Drake grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“What do you want Beaumont?”

“Do I want anything? Why do you always assume the worse of me? I’m rooting for team Drillow.”

“Drillow? Are you serious? We’ve only just met.”

“But that kiss is what Kiara would describe as magnifique. You should invite her back to the hotel- you know what they say... what happens in Texas stays in Texas.”

“That’s Vegas you dumbass!”

“What’s Vegas?” Willow interrupted, as she returned to the table.

“Nothing Drillow.” Max winked as he moonwalked away from the awkward situation that he had caused.

“Oh nothing Willow, Maxwell wondered if you wanted to come back to the hotel with us all to finish the party? I think they are all ready to leave shortly.”

“Sure. Let’s do some shots before we leave. It’s my birthday after all!”

*****

After consuming so many shots in the limited amount of time- Willow felt slightly tipsy, invincible and in the mood for causing some mischief. Deciding to attempt at breakdancing on the floor, she took a stumble on a spilt drink lingering on the sticky floor- falling over laughing hysterically she realised that she had pulled another women down with her. The woman’s boyfriend attempted to help them up, but willow slipped again- pulling the woman’s hair. Once they both stood up regaining their balance- the woman snatched the bits of her weave out of Willow’s hand- “Shit happens get over it. Or go to a better hairdressers!” Freya ran over, forcing Willow away - suggesting that they escape before someone beat the shit out of her.

Exiting the bar- Willow dared them all to steal a glass of some sort. None of the others dare do it.

“You’re all wimps. Come on liven up! You’re on vacation.” Running out of the bar with a glass in her hand- Drake knew she was going to get into trouble. Freya placed a comforting arm on him.

“Don’t worry- she’s always like it. It’s not the worse thing she’s done when she’s been drunk.” Drakes eyes widened wondering what else she was capable of. She’s going to be trouble.

Walking out of the bar doors, they heard a smash- seeing Willow attempting to pick up the shattered glass of the floor. Drake picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder before she caused any injury to herself- they didn’t want to spend part of their vacation in ER. The bouncer looked furious at the friends- Maxwell apologised on behalf using Liam’s status to their full advantage. Olivia on the other hand, threatened for her daggers to come out and play- making the bouncer back off from shouting at the tourists. Hana fluttered her eyelashes, speaking calmly and politely like the typical noble stereotype that she was brought up to learn.

“Drake put me down I’m going to be sick.”

Putting her down, he was willing to hold her beautiful long light coloured hair back to avoid it becoming contaminated with sick. Before anyone could escape- projectile sick splattered everywhere, mainly all over the bouncer. Grabbing Drakes hand, “I feel better now. Run!!!”

Running away from the bar, they all stopped once it was out of view. Drake let go of her hand knowing they were all safe- all trying to regain their breath. Not noticing that Willow had slipped away from the circle they were stood in.

“And this guys is why Willow was my best friend at college! Surprised she hasn’t picked up some random item like a traffic cone yet.”

“Er Freya... I think you spoke too soon.” Liam pointed over to where Willow was stood attempting to carry a traffic cone- failing miserably she sat on it instead and fell off, now risking a head injury along with the previous “slicing her finger” antic.

“For fuck sake...” Freya muttered, before escorting the others over to the drunk Texan.

“Guys let’s grab some food before we head back.” Willow said, barely able to walk- staggering about along the cold pavement.

“Oh dear god no.” The friends looked at Freya wondering why she would say that. Entering the takeaway, Willow stood up on one of the tables where people were already sat. Knocking over their drinks, as she stumbled- she apologised many times, before attempting to wipe up the residue with the people’s burgers and fries and the women’s clutch bags. After the liquid wasn’t cleaned up, she laid on the table legs swinging in the air whilst eating the food she had stolen. Freya dragged Willow off the table abruptly, explaining to the people that she really is a nice girl and that she would replace their food. “Hey waitress! I want a cheeseburger without the cheese please but with extra pickles. I’ll love you forever!” “You mean a hamburger then Lo. And you don’t even like pickles. Let’s get you a coffee at the hotel instead.” “No Frey, I mean a fucking god damn cheeseburger without the cheese. I may have decided to like pickles all of a sudden.” Drake sniggered at her, he found her hilarious. She was definitely hard work. Freya suggested that one of the men carried willow back to the hotel- not only for her own safety but for everyone’s safety.

****

Once arriving at the hotel, Drake sat her at the table in his room. Pouring her a black coffee- hoping she would sober up soon. He had never laughed as much on a night out- seeing her dimple every time she laughed made his heart fill with joy.

“You guys are no fun.”

“We can be. Sometimes. I think you’re just unique Willow.”

“And you Drake Walker, are not a grump. Freya doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Thank you for coming. I’ve had a brilliant night.”

“So have I.”

“You should come to Texas more often.”

“I may do- my mom lives here. And I’d like to see you again.” Before Drake could react Willow pulled him up off his chair- Pulling his face towards her she passionately kissed him. She had sobered up slightly but his kiss made her feel intoxicated. Holding tightly onto Willow’s waist, he pulled away- looking at her adoringly for a brief moment before capturing her lips, sliding his tongue across her lips, she opened her mouth allowing it to enter- he tasted a fusion of alcohol. Both getting lost in the kiss, it was as if the world had melted away. Moving her hair to the side, he kissed her neck- all she could feel was his hot breath, before he moved the kisses slowly down to her shoulder.

Undoing his shirt buttons, slowly as she admired his toned body- she bit her bottom lip. Roaming her finger along his muscles, she didn’t know how to react. Natural instinct told Drake he was getting lucky with the beautiful woman stood in front of him- removing his trousers, she gawked at the bulge on show. Guiding his hand towards her zip, she wanted him to strip her- slowly he pulled the zipper down allowing her dress to fall gracefully down to the floor. Drake couldn’t grasp how lucky he was - his heart began to flutter. Leading her over to the bed, whilst unclipping her bra- she willingly followed. Laying down, she pulled him onto her leading into another passionate kiss- his hand wandered towards her clit abruptly stopping. “Can I?” He asked, hoping she wouldn’t reject him. “Please Drake.” That was all he needed to know, removing her knickers- he felt at how damp she was already. Returning to her clit, he teased it moving his calloused fingers in tantalising circles- arching her back she couldn’t contain her moans. Encouraging Drake to insert his fingers due to her pleasure, he pumped them harder and faster. “Are you enjoying it?” “Yes. I need more, please.” Removing his fingers, he licked her juice off them seductively- before moving his tongue to her pussy lips. Tasting her made him want her more. He had never believed in love at first sight but this was something. Licking her folds, he heard her unable to control her orgasms- boosting his ego that he knew how to treat a lady.

Willow remained sprawled out as Drake, worked his way up her body, kissing every inch. His tongue licked and sucked her nipples- creating them to become more peaked, before crashing his lips on hers. Reaching for his manhood, he shook his head- “tonight is about you, it’s your birthday. What do you want?” “You. I want you, Drake. Inside me. Don’t tease me anymore.” Lining himself up, he slowly pushed himself into her - allowing for her to adjust to his size, he began with slow yet deep thrusts. The trusts eventually increased in speed due to Willow’s reactions, both moaning- both breathing in unison. Her body trembling constantly, as she released multiple times. She could feel his cock pulsate as his hot seed spilled inside her. Laying next to her, he held her hand, attempting to slow their breathing down after the passion they had both encountered. Turning towards her, he cupped her cheeks- forcing her to turn her gaze towards him.

“Happy birthday trouble.”

[astraljournal-blog]

Doorbeller

Length: Very short story

Genre: n/a

I am sitting at my desk, typing away on my older model thinkpad. Not even writing anything, I just like the clacking of the keys. They are so tactile. Tap tap tap, and then I bash one of the bigger keys. CLACK! I do it a few times, just because it feels so satisfying. CLACK CLACK CLACK! Wow, so tactile. CLACK CLACK CLACK

DING DONG!

What the fuck? Which key makes that sound?

DING DONG!

There it is again. Let me think...

Oh yes, the doorbell.

I hear my brother getting up from the sofa to answer it. He's been playing that sports game on his playstation all day, no way is he going to answer first, his legs must be all cramped up. Ironic. I push my chair back as I get up from the desk. To the left is my door, which is open. I got nothing to hide, except my secrets. Nobody expects secrets to be in the open, anyway. It connects straight to the hallway, and at the end of it, two meters away, is the front door. That's three meters, whereas my brother has at least six or more. I turn and speed walk forward, but just as I reach the room doorway, my brother passes me by.

"Sit down, bitch," he says. He was faster than I expected. No matter, I’ll play it cool.

"Whatever, I was gonna pee, anyway," I quip back.

I extend my pace to the smaller bathroom which is right across the hallway. I don't even close the door all the way as I start unzipping my pants. Drop them commando mode, to the floor. The undies, too. No shame, even in the public latrines, surrounded by people. I didn't need to piss, but through sheer power of willpower I managed to squeeze out a solid three second stream, long enough to rationalize my visit. I press the little flush button, causing a dull CLICK, and leave the area as my brother is passing by, returning to his dumbass couch and his dumbass game.

"Smell ya later, masturbator," he says.

"I was in there for three seconds."

He turns around. "I know, that's how long it takes you to jerk your little andy wang. Bet it takes half as long with a girl, loser." He moonwalks away while cackling.

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't know!" I yell back.

Damn it, I got beat. Still, you are only truly beat if you beat yourself, so I run back into the toilet.

[cannedapricot]

Baking Christmas Cookies with! Lai Guanlin

christmas collab with @alliwannado-w1 and @jihoonslattee!! make sure to check their special christmas scenarios out when they’re posted!

ah, christmas

the season of giving

children laughing and giggling 

the feeling of rolling around in snow with loved ones

basically what i’m trying to say is,

chirisTMAS IS A HOOT EVERY YEAR

NO SCHOOL

NO ANNOYING CLASSMATES

NO NOTHING

the only awkward thing you’d have to deal with is greeting the relatives who you didn’t know even existed until christmas

“oh my gosh!! y/n you’ve grown so much!!!”

mind: um do i know you 

mouth: “haha yeah”

relatives would start streaming into your house from december the first

those relatives were the ones who /really/ got into the christmas spirit

you know

the type that puts their tree up straight after halloween 

as more relatives come, you’d be forced into sharing a bedroom with your parents because,

“soz your aunt is coming over with her whole family

??????

ok fine :c

you just hope that her five kids won’t ruin your framed jbj poster

on the last day of school, you were ready to leg it

you and your friends had made plans to pig out and eat discounted christmas cakes for the evening 

so there you were in class

staring at the clock every other second

as your teacher drones on and on about staying safe during the holiday season

which is very important please do stay safe guys

and as soon as the bell rang, you and your friends dash towards the door and out into the hallway

everything was going smoothly

you had nearly made it out of the school 

UNTIL

you feel a tug on the back of your shirt

and yoU COULDN’T MOVE ANYMORE

YOU WERE GONNA BURST

LOOK THE CAKE STORE HAD A CRAZY SALE AND THOSE CAKES WERE WAITING FOR NO ONE

AND SO YOU TURN AROUND,

“HEY MATE LOOK I’M A LITTLE BUSY-”

“are you going to be around this evening”

“SO IF YOU COULD KINDLY LET GO- oh hi guanlin”

das right

you turn around to find the basketball team’s star player and ‘ideal guy’ of your school, lai guanlin

“of course i’m gonna be around i live there”

you reply with an eye roll

hm why was guanlin heading over to your house?

get ready for a long ride kid

well, your parents are super close with his parents thanks to some complicated events

and your parents, being the jolly people they are, invite the lais to spend christmas over at your house every year

there was a room in house especially saved for their family???

a majority of guanlin’s winter clothes were in that room because he knOWS THAT HE’LL BE THERE AT THE END OF THE YEAR

if he runs out of hoodies or smt

he’d text you to bring him one tomorrow

and you guys meet in the janitor’s closet

lMAO WHAT KINDA SHADY DEAL Y’ALL DOING BACK THERE 👀👀👀

guanlin’s friend and other hot basketballer, yoo seonho caught you two once

he followed guanlin one time because he was curious 

look this boy waS SURE AS HELL NOT HEADING TOWARDS THE BATHROOM 

and he busted you two in the closet with you holding his hoodie 

and he was like

oooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH I SEE ;)))) 

*finger guns while moonwalking away*

it took a lot of persuading to get seonho to not say anything

y’all bought him a month’s worth of lunch rip wallet

what’s worse was the time the whole school thought you two were dating

you had run out of sweaters and complained to your mom about it

she pulled out this jacket outta no where and figured it was yours

it had your school’s logo on it you see

and you didn’t think twice and wore it to school

bUT TURNS OUT

IT WAS THE BASKETBALL TEAM’S VARSITY JACKET

AND GUANLIN HAD MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT HIS VARSITY JACKET GONE MISSING A FEW DAYS AGO

YOU TWO WERE THE HOT TOPIC OF THE SCHOOL

RIP YOU

it died down after a few weeks though

you had made some excuse of finding it on your desk and thinking it was yoo seonho’s (who you pretended to be /really/ close with)

guanlin played along with this excuse

seonho was just,,,,,

;))))))))))))))))

“DON’T”

“i’m ;) not ;) saying ;) anything ;)”

THIS BITCJ

the relationship between you and guanlin was like a ‘summer fling’

except

it wasn’t summer and it wasn’t a romantic fling

like

y’all would be super close during the holiday season 

due to the fact that you two were the only high schoolers there lol

but as soon as school starts again

y’all back to strangers

the first time it happened you were shocked :ccc

you thought that perhaps guanlin was too embarrassed to be caught hanging out with you

considering he was at the top of the food chain after all

you’re used to it now lol

sure, guanlin was tall and hot and whatnot 

but uh

seeing him in ugly sweaters and playing board games with him every year kinda ruins the way you see him

especially since he destroys you at monopoly every year bduSDVU HOW DARE-

“aiight i’ll be coming over tonight”

“gotcha”

HONESTLY IF ANYONE HEARD THIS CONVO WITHOUT CONTEXT YOU AND GUANLIN ARE GONNA BE TALK OF THE SCHOOL AGAIN LOL

“HEY Y/N IF YOU DON’T HURRY UP WE’RE GONNA LEAVE WITHOUT YOU”

guanlin lets you go with a snap of his wrist

he let go so suddenly that you fall to the ground lol

guanlin pretends to not notice and heads towards his squad lmAO

“OKOKOK IM COMING OK DONT L E A V E”

you scramble up and towards your friends

that evening, you return home with a full stomach and your arms full with different boxes of cakes

man the cake shop adventure was a blast

you get surrounded by your baby cousins almost immediately lol

after you basically get robbed by them,

guanlin appears with a pouty face

you know, that face he made when the pink sausages were being cute together ikcydkfkd

“you said you’d be here”

“i????am????here?????”

“i meANT EARLIER”

oh

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THE CHILDREN ABUSED ME :CCCC”

wow what a turn from your convo together at school

he’s adorable

WOWZAS HOLD UP Y/N NO ROMANTIC THOUGHTS ABOUT YOUR PARENT’S FRIEND’S SON WHO HAPPENS TO BE THE HOT STAR BASKETBALL PLAYER AT SCHOOL >:(

you push the thoughts away as his parents come to greet you

in no time, you fell into the rhythm of seeing guanlin everyday

you had to tbh, he’d force you awake every morning by playing shitty christmas carol remixes and singing along to them

“aLL i waNt fOr cHRIStmas iS yOUUuuUuUuuuUU”

“SHUT UP YOU DIRTY TOENAIL” 

FLINGS PILLOW

LETS OUT DOLPHIN SCREECH IN RESPONSE

it was cold and you just wanted to sleep in :’’’’c

you can’t believe this dumbass is the same guy from school who everyone except seonho lol thinks is a model

you and guanlin were basically joined by the hip everyday

“oh hey y/n can you swoop by the store and buy some milk?”

“sure buT CAN GUANLIN COME????”

“YEAH CAN I COME???”

but he’d wear a mask in case someone from school shows up at the store

on the way home, he saw you rub your hands together and realized that you weren’t wearing gloves

anD BEING THE SWEET, SWEET BOY HE IS

HE TAKES YOUR HAND IN HIS GLOVED ONE AND SHOVES IT INTO THE POCKET OF HIS JACKET

IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

you stare at him

he suddenly finds a wall interesting

but he didn’t let go of your hand 

even though it was in his pocket already

you thought he was just being a gentleman you know he is and trying to keep your hand as warm as possible

BUTTTTTTTTT

YOU DON’T SEE HIS FACE SLOWLY GLOWING RED

my scenarios would be so much simpler if y’all juST KNOW ABOUT EACH OTHER’S CRUSH UGH

come christmas eve, the adults were like,

“we’re gonna take the kids out to see the parade and then go carolling, we all know that you two don’t want to join us!! so bake the cookies pls lol ok bye have fun”

it was a thing every year to bake cookies and leave them for santa

usually anything that had to do with food was the adults’ duty

bUT THIS YEAR THEY DEEMED YOU TWO MATURE ENOUGH TO MAKE COOKIES WITHOUT BURNING THE HOUSE DOWN

you two acted like the babies there but ok

“so,,,, wanna get started?”

“hell no lmao lets marathon show me the money”

best believe that’s exactly what you two did

until you realize it’s been hours since they’ve left

anD THEY COULD COME HOME ANY MINUTE

SO IN PANIC YOU CHUCK THE TV REMOTE AWAY FROM GUANLIN WHO WAS READY TO PULL UP ANOTHER EPISODE

“BRO WYD”

“BRO WE NEED TO START ON THE COOKIES UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET BEATEN UP BY THE CHILDREN AGAIN”

“BRO U RIGHT”

guanlin steps over the sofa with his damned long legs

“you’re so extra man”

guanlin squints his eyes at you skeptically

you were literally rolling over the sofa

“who’s the extra one again?”

you huff because shit hes right you’re even more extra than he is

guanlin pulls out the recipe left for you two while you grab what you were 100% sure that you two would need

a bowel? check

flour? check

chocolate chips? oh they’re in the pantry-

NOT ANYMORE

GUANLIN’S GOT THEM

AND HE’S S N A C K I N G ON THEM

you, an intellectual, run up and try to take them away

but guanlin raises them above his head

this boy’s a giant

anD HE KNOWS THAT

he sends you a shit eating grin as you attempt to take the packet by jumping lol

in the end, you punch him in the stomach

and as he doubles over in pain, snatch the chocolate away

how to deal with tall people 101 by yours truly

you run back to the kitchen, choco chips in hand

WHILE LAUGHING LIKE A CHILD SMH Y/N

and guanlin, claiming you cheated, ran after you

“SAFE!!!”

you scream, reaching the kitchen

turning around, you were ready to tease guanlin about his loss

but he was right in front of you

there was only a tiny distance between your bodies

BOY HE WAS CLOSE

“yoU KNOW WHAT,,,,,, HAVE THE CHOCOLATE CHIPS DAMMIT”

YOU TURN YOUR BACK TO HIM, FLUSTERED

guanlin smiled as you chucked him the sweet treat

not at the chocolate but at how adorable you were

“i’ll leave enough for the cookies don’t worry!!”

he did alright

there was an average of two chips per cookie

it’s :) ok :))

it’ll :))) have :)))) to :))))) do :))))))

guanlin was off to the side licking off the left over batter from the bowl

>:( this boy didn’t do shit but eat and stir the batter

you were stuck with measuring and making sure that they don’t fail >:(

siGHS

you shove the cookies into the oven and squat in front of it for a while, making sure that it was baking for sure

until you feel something hit your back

snapping your head back in shock, you see guanlin with the bag of flour in his arms

HIS LAUGHING FACE SAID IT ALL

“okAY JUST BECAUSE WE DIDN’T HAVE A SNOWBALL FIGHT THIS YEAR DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN-”

whoops theres another handful of flour 

that hit your face

upon seeing this, guanlin doubles over in laughter

“ALRIGHT YOU ASKED FOR THIS”

you picked up the ingredient closest to you and threw it in guanlin’s direction

it just happened to be an egg

IT HIT HIS ARM AND CRACKED

IT WAS NOW YOUR TURN TO LAUGH

“Y/N!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!!! THIS JUMPER IS EXPENSIVE”

but it didn’t really matter how expensive that jumper is

it ended up covered in all sorts of things

and that’s how your kitchen floor ended up too

the playful handful of flour guanlin threw at you started a full on food fight

the kitchen was MESS but neither of you cared, you guys were waaAAAY too happy to care lma o

at one point y’all started to use spoons as catapults 

guanlin’s bag of flour seemed endless but you had run out of eggs

so you duck behind a counter and scan the kitchen for anything else you could use as ammo lol

your eyes landed on the butter but you hesitated for a second

A SECOND TOO LONG

GUANLIN DISCOVERERS YOUR HIDEOUT AND DUMPS THE REST OF THE FLOUR ON YOU

“GAME OVER”,

HE SCREECHES IN VICTORY

WHO KNEW YOUR SECOND OF HESITATION WOULD LEAD TO YOUR DOWNFALL

you scowl

“i let you win”

he scoffs

“you just don’t want to admit that i’m b e t t e r than you”

huFFS

YOU STAND UP, SLAMMING YOUR HANDS ON THE COUNTER

“thATS BECAUSE YOU AREN’T!!!!!!!!!”

he playfully puts his hands on the counter as well on the opposite side

“then tell me why i keep beating you at monopoly as well”

“i’m sENSITIVE DON’T BRING THAT U P”

“oh really?”

“Y E S”

“do you wanna have a go at beating me at connect four then?”

without noticing, the two of you had starting leaning towards each other over the counter

when you realize, your playful banter had ceased and you were staring into his eyes

and

shit

you realize at that moment that you were completely head over heels for him

your feelings for him had been building every winter leading up to his one

you had thought that they were completely platonic

but your burning face told you that they weren’t

you notice guanlin’s eyes looking down at your lips

and his adam’s apple going crazy

you gather up the little courage you had

leaned in 

and pressed a small kiss on his nose

guanlin’s head went blank

diD HIS CRUSH JUST-

you let out a small giggle and say,

“if you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just done so”

“waIT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???”

ur man is almost gonna faint gdi

“do yoU NEED ME TO PUT IT INTO WORDS? UGH I CAN’T BELIEVE I FELL FOR AN IDIOT”

guanlin’s lips raise into a smile

“you like me?”

“BOSUGBOURSB I’M TAKING IT BACK”

“doN’T! OK UH I LIKE YOU TOO DUMBASS”

“WAIT FOR REAL??”

you hop over the counter so there wasn’t anything between you and him

and guanlin lets out a smile bright enough to rival the sun

“yeah”

and with that, he brings you into a huge hug

and falls onto the couch with you in his arms

“guaNLIN WE’RE GONNA GET THE COUCH DIRTY”

“WHO CARES LMAO”

you snuggle against him

even though he was covered in egg lol

“hey guanlin, can i ask you something?”

“mhm?”

“why do you act like you don’t know me at school?”

“i-it’S A STUPID REASON”

“WHAT?????????”

“I THINK I’D BURST FROM AFFECTION FOR YOU IF I SAW YOU EVERY DAY FOR A YEAR”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS??”

you two were idiots

but you were idiots for each other

bonus: you two fell asleep in each other’s arms and the rest of the family came home just in time to save the cookies from burning

“i knEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN LOOK AT THAT M E S S”

no body heard that one aunt rant about the state the kitchen was in

everyone crowded around you and guanlin

cooing at your sleeping forms

“mom, are they gonna have kids???”

“uobaoBVODVBSO BILLY NO”

bonus x2: guanlin happily shows you off the next year at school

seonho the snake in this au made a bet with your friends and now your friends owe him a month’s lunch

bonus x3: you two share your official first kiss on new years hoW CUTE SVEFUDOS GOALS AMIRITE

y’all ready for christmas?? haVE A SPECIAL COLLAB SCENARIO THAT’S HAPPENING WITH IRIS AND CHI AKA TALENT IF IT WERE PEOPLE

guanlin may look chic and all at first but we all know he’s a actual child inside :’) i don’t think i did my boy justice with this au but i added my son seonho!! :’)

have a safe holiday and more christmas aus will be out very soon this week oops