#lmao i stayed up wayyy to late working on this

[th3ratk1ng]

nooooo dont eat the shampooo

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

"Miss Lalonde, have you ever tried to break bad?"

[manias-wordcount]

this is an ask for sky so i hope you don’t mind 😅

so imagine the reader waking up early and isn’t able to fall back asleep, and sky wakes up with morning wood 🥴 so the reader is tossing and turning trying to convince sky to start the day but he eventually just picks her up and *plop* suddenly she setting on him and he says “lemme give you a reason to stay in bed 😩

sorry if this is wayyy to specific but it’s something I can’t get out of my head and I’m a sucker for some good smut lmao

I’d love to see what you do with this prompt if you decide to do it!!

thank youuuu!!!!!!

A Lazy Morning In (SS! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛) 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗺𝗺𝗺𝗺

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗲 (𝗱𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁??)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You didn’t want to wake him up. In fact, the very last thing you wanted to do was wake him up.

  Link works so hard for you. After years and years and years of being together, he still works hard for you. Even since you both fell in love as young graduates from the knight academy. Some days, he’s off making a comfortable living for the two of you. Playing knight in shining armor as he goes off to fight all kinds of monsters and baddies left behind and scattered around the world. And he fights well. He carries his sword and his bravery too every time he sets off to fight. And now, Skyloft has always been much safer since he started taking to the skies. 

  And some days, he joins you. Back the soft ground surrounded by even softer clouds. He tells you how much he misses fighting alongside you. You tell him that not everyone can be the Hero of the Skies, and you convince him to help you tend to the farm as you assist the neighbor’s shop next door. And without complaint, he’ll roll up his sleeves and he’ll work and work and work and work. For the two of you to make your house a home. For the two of you to make the neighborhood, a family. For the two of you to live out a few moments without worry. Just peace.

  And yesterday was one of those days. One of those days when he returns from his duties as a hero late into the night. Only rise with you early in the morning, ready for another day of hard work. You tried to convince him to rest. To take the day off and let you handle things. But he only told you that he would rest when you would. That he would stop only if it meant that this break he was receiving was to be enjoyed with you. So the day passed and went. Night came and gone. And it’s early morning now. 

  But all you can do is watch the ceiling as you turn and you turn and you turn.

  You don’t want to wake him up. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up. But you’re not used to sleeping in. You’re not used to letting the sun’s soft beams stream across your cheeks and ignoring its calls for work. You’re not. But for his sake? You try to be. And so you flip on your side, and you press your face into his chest and let the quiet sound of tiny snores lull you back to sleep. But it doesn’t work. So you huff, and you find yourself turning onto your other side, letting the warmth of his sleeping body seep into your back through the thin material of one of his old tunics. But it doesn’t work. In fact, every position and every little movement, and every little tactic you try to just get yourself to fall back asleep doesn’t work. It just doesn’t.

  It takes a little over an hour of no success to decide that you’ve had enough. By this point, the sun has crawled just a little higher into the sky. And its beamed has started to shine down on you a little bit warmer than before. It calls you. So without further protest, you slowly slide the quilt off of you and swing your legs to the floor. It’s cool to the touch, and it wakes you up even more. But it’s refreshing, and it’s nice- it’s all that you needed to start your day. Well… almost.

  With all the subtly of a mouse scurrying between the darkest corners of a house, you tiptoe to the other side of the bed. You’re met with a peaceful image. The sound-asleep figure of your fiancé. Lips parted, dark blonde hair spread messily across his pillow, and bright blue eyes shut tightly as he enjoys his time in dreamland. He looks exhausted. But behind all the tiredness, you still see the face of a man who is too kind for this world. Too strong for any enemy. Too perfect for him to be truly yours. But he is. He’s all yours just like you’re all his. And so you find yourself leaning down and cupping his cheek with the gentlest of grips. You want to litter his face with tiny pecks. You wake him up with the biggest, brightest smile you could ever give him. But he deserves his rest. So you settle on just a tiny kiss on the cheek with a whispered “I’ll see you soon.” And you get up to leave. Rising up and turning away like a ghost. Never to be seen until you-

  A hand grabs your wrist.

  It’s your only warning. Your split second of warning that makes your stomach drop and your heart race until you’re being pulled with all the force in the world back in the direction that you came. And it happens so fast. So quick you can hardly comprehend or see or even feel what’s happening until it’s over. And even then, you have no time to feel ashamed of your lack of reflexes after all those years you spent training. No, because by then, you’re already right where he wants you to be.

  Sitting on top of him as nothing but a flimsy piece of underwear separates you from the hard, long, and stiff figure now trapped beneath your bottom.

  “Umm…” Your voice starts off quiet as you look at him. Unsure, even. Beneath you, Link still wears a dazed and sleepy look in his eyes. Evidence that he just woke up. But the smile on his face is one of contentment. Triumph. Pride, even. You don’t know how he managed to wake up the moment you turned away from him. You don’t even know how he managed to throw off the sheets and pull you on top of him in the same amount of time either. Yet here you are- looking down at him as he lies beneath you. The hand on your wrist is now slowly, slowly, slowly moving until it finds a new place to settle on: the curve of your ass. “...Good morning, Link!”

  He snorts. The hand on your ass takes a chance to grab at your waist, before moving to slip underneath your sleeping tunic. It makes contact with bare skin as his hand travels around the expanse of your backside. Looking for the next place to conquer and to claim as his own. 

  “Good morning to you too, sunshine.” He mumbles. His voice still carries a bit of huskiness to it. And the sound of it alone hits you hard and hits you deep. Your breath hitches. Your heart rate spikes. And It’s almost shameful how one little voice- a mere few words are able to turn you on this quickly. This easily. “Though I think we should stay in bed for a little bit longer, wouldn’t you agree?”

  Though his hand subtly guiding your body grinding onto his hard cock might have something to do with all this excitement you’re feeling too.

  “Mhm…” You agree easily because there’s nothing more to say. You don’t need convincing. You don’t need to be told that the crops could wait a couple of hours. That your neighbor and their customers would understand if you’re late. You don’t need it all. Instead, you just find yourself folding easily into the touch. Melting easily under his gaze. And matching the rhythm he sets for the two of you as your hips that moving on their own. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. All for his doing. All for both of your pleasure. “Yeah…let’s stay in bed for now.”

  He smiles up at you. Messy hair blocking some of your view of his pretty, now more alert eyes. But you settle for grabbing at his hand and treading your fingers between his. It takes him no time at all for him to pull your joined hands closer to his face and kiss the back of your hand sweetly. Once. Twice. Three times. The moment is sweet. The gesture is gentle. The feeling is innocent. But almost out of habit, you find yourself being the one the break the silence as your hips grind down into him even harder than before. At that, you let out a gasp in surprise as the material of your underwear brushes against your clit from this angle. And beneath you, Link lets out a shuttered breath before going completely still. 

  A second passes. And then another. And another. Until finally…

  His hand lets go of yours.

  And places itself underneath your bottom instead.

  “I think…” 

  He murmurs out loud to the two of you, eyes half-lidded and voice chock-full of a less than innocent emotion. Your hand finds its home resting on his shoulders as he lifts you a couple of inches off of him with one arm. Your eyes find the arm that’s holding your body weight and you find your arousal growing at the show of strength being displayed by a set of strong, toned, and perfect arms. But you’re quickly distracted by the sight. And it’s all because of a feeling. Three simple little feelings that have you drawing your eyes back in surprise to the cocky grin now overtaking your fiance’s handsome expression. How could you blame you? How could you blame either of you?

  For it’s the feeling of your panties being pulled to the side to expose your slick, slick wetness to the entire world as the first.

  “I think I should be inside you right now….”

  And the feeling of the very tip of his stiff, warm cock pushing and teasing at your pretty little cunt as the second.

  “...Right, pretty girl?”

  And the sense of contentment you feel…

  “Right…Link.”

  …to be enjoying such a lazy morning in.

[freyafrida]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by @librarylexicon!! ty ty ❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

nineteen

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

154,262

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Anne of Green Gables and Midnighters. i've also dabbled in some other fandoms but haven't written for them in a while, or i feel like i've written all i want to for them, so i don't count them.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Come Back Home, by faaaar (252). following that, How Certain the Journey (160), Arco Iris (144), but i don't know who you are (105), there's another, not a sister (73). all aogg fics!

just for fun, top non-aogg fic by kudos is you're my unforeseen, a kenzi/hale fic from back when i watched lost girl. (also canadian content......sensing a theme here.)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to! i always really appreciate them and ofc if there's a thoughtful comment i do want to respond in kind. (kind of funny, i think i'm better at replying to comments than i used to be solely bc i have an email job now so i'm always like "ah yes gotta turn around a reply to this in 24-48 business hours.")

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmm...i don't usually end on an angsty note! i like to leave things hopeful or peaceful, at the very least, if not outright happy. i guess it would be leave me the way i was before, which ends on an ambiguous note -- even though the characters come to an understanding and no longer hate/blame each other, they know they can't stay together and help each other heal.

(oh yeah i just re-scrolled through my fics and i guess but i don't know who you are is kind of a downer, bc walter realizes he loves una but he's already in the trenches and the ending implies it's too late oops. i was counting it as a happy one since hey, at least he realized it! lmao)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Come Back Home, pretty obviously -- canon ends with walter dead and una forever alone, so having walter live and return her feelings and both of them finding some peace/their place in the world after WWI is pretty happy i think!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

never gotten full-on hate, fortunately! wayyy back in the day on FFN, when i wrote a rarepair or unpopular character, i'd often get 1-2 passive-aggressive comments like "uhhh your writing is ok i guess but i don't think you understand canon because OBVIOUSLY you wouldn't have written this if you did", but those seem less common/acceptable now thankfully.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

occasionally, yeah. i've never written anything super explicit, but there's a...middling amount of detail? lol. i like writing romance and intimacy and vulnerability and simping and i've gotten more comfortable with portraying/exploring those themes via sex scenes.

10. Do you write crossovers?

no, never have -- "characters from X and Y fandoms meet" isn't my cup of tea, although i do like "AU of characters from X fandom in Y fandom's plot/setting", provided, you know, i find the latter interesting haha.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

uhhhh...🫣 not outright stolen, but i did once stumble upon a fic that seemed to have lifted a scene from one of mine. the fic was already abandoned by the time i read it and the author seemed pretty young, so i didn't want to like call them out, but...welp. hopefully they quietly learned their lesson. also yeah pretty much all my fic has been scraped and reposted to random knockoff sites.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah!! my rebelde way fic, Comfort Zones, was very kindly translated into russian by Alice_Bolognini.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope! i don't think i ever will; seemingly like a lot of my mutuals, i am kind of a control freak over my fics lol. i also am a super-slow writer so i imagine a co-writer would get really fed up with me after a while!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i...guess walter/una? haha that's really hard to pick, i love romance and have a ton of fave ships and i like them all in their own special ways! but walter/una has had me in a chokehold for almost the longest* and i think maybe has the most ~scope for imagination~ for me -- i still get ideas for what i want to write for them and bits of their characters that i think are interesting and how it would affect the dynamic between them. (tangent, i think the fact that anne's kids have several gaps in the narration of their lives is what makes me so interested in them, versus anne herself? like i never feel the need to write anne/gilbert fic, and i very rarely get the urge to read it, because their canon story is so complete and perfect to me. anyway.)

*honestly, in terms of pure "years i have spent thinking about them" numbers, it would probably be...david/shay from uglies. or james/sarah from liberty's kids lmao lmao /o\

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

no such thing, i am determined to finish everything i post! (see also: coming back to How Certain the Journey after 9 years). the WIP that will probably take me the longest is the clocks are black, a Midnighters fix-it fic that i ran out of steam for a few years ago. i still tinker with it and plan to finish it, but it's unfortunately slow coming.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think characterization and language (word choice, sentence flow) in general -- at least, those are the things people point out the most, so i'm rolling with it! the latter is probably what i pay attention to most while writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i am not great at writing action scenes for sure. also i'm not great at coming up with zingers, so writing witty/snappy dialogue is rough for me (not that i write very many snappy characters...i probably am subconsciously avoiding them for this reason lmao).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

full on lines of dialogue, no -- it feels unnecessary; at that point i'd rather write it in english and indicate elsewhere in the text that they're speaking another language (or write "so-and-so said something in [language]", if the POV character wouldn't understand it.) i don't mind using an occasional word/phrase when necessary, though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

a series of unfortunate events! in the dark depths of fanfiction.net, under a different username, you can find a ton of my klaus/isadora fics with evanescence lyrics for titles. good times.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Come Back Home is the fic i'm proudest of. it's the fullest and most complete thing i've ever written, in terms of being the longest and having the most plot (not that it has a lot, still) and actually being completed. that does make it my favorite in some ways -- it's still the only longfic i've ever finished and i'm still just like. eternally pleased that i managed to write all my wish-fulfilly walter/una thoughts into something coherent and give myself something to reread when i want to ignore canon. buuut it's also 11(!!!) years old and there are parts i think i could write better now (although i wouldn't touch it either, too many war flashbacks to authors taking down completed fic to rewrite it, and then never completing the new version ;_;)

my actual favorite fic at the moment is the more that you say, the less i know, which is a david/shay fic i wrote a few years ago! i just always had a lot of feelings about shay's story arc in uglies and how she was treated by the narration/other characters, and i feel pretty happy with how it was all distilled and portrayed in the fic. it's also recent enough that i'm not embarrassed by the writing yet. also i wanted to keep it fairly concise and not write 20+ chapters for it, so i'm happy i managed to keep it to 4 haha. it still took me a whole year to edit chapter 3 tho

tagging @jomiddlemarch @gogandmagog @noneedtoamputate! ofc feel free to not do it, and anyone else who wants to do it can consider themselves tagged :D

[slayonehundredninetytwo]

It’s been a while since I’ve checked in (I’m sorry). How are you? ❤️

i’m good. sorry i haven’t been all that active the past couple of days, aside from the seungmin thing. tbh i’ve just been so exhausted lately. it’s my own, fault, i stay up wayyy too late. i’m usually reading until like 5 in the morning. last night i was up till six. im practically nocturnal at the point lmao. im probably gonna go back to sleep now

how are you doing?

i’m trying to work on the triple threat fic but it’s taking me a minute all things considered. i’ve still got a pretty big issue going on in my personal life, so i haven’t been writing so much. i hope you guys won’t mind.

🫶

[ramu-ego]

AHHH JEEZ A 2 DAYS LATE REPLY MY BAD, i def wouldve responded sooner but i suddenly got busy, missed camping in this little blog here 💔😭 (yes 2 days is a lot in my book LMAO)

when i saw sir nighteye, i looked at ego and i was like. Yea. Yea that’s a type alright LMFAOO.. IVE MEVER SEEN THE REST EXCEPT DAZAI BUT MAYBE THATS SIGN FOR ME TO OPEN MY TASTES A BIT MORE..

100% agree on the ego paragraph!!..!.!?! EVEN IF I WASNT THE BIGGEST FAN ITS SOO OBVS HE CARES.. one day imma see an ego appreciation paragraph analysis explaining every single detail abt what he did and i wouldnt be surprised if that post is from you LMFAO

god i’ve never heard nikko’s eng voice but i’m def not looking forward to it — i read the nikko post though, GOODD LOORDDD may of changed my perspective of nikko on ruining him but still, gotta stay loyal to my favs (a lie, i’m a whore and would jump around but niko just aint it for me LMFAO)

god yea, my timezones been like .. the direct opposite of most people so i wasn’t surprised to see ours be different, JUST CRAZY HOW KUCH OF A DIFFERENCE IT ACTUALLY WAS .. fuckk guess we can twin in being last to almost everything then huh? the only win i get is just having an asian timezone to be early to actual content LMFAO

i respect liking dubs!!!! i used to watch dubs for like, romance anime? toradora and shit when i was WAYYY younger!! HONESTLY I SEARCHED UP ALL UR RECS AND III THINKKK i may start with mob psycho first since it peaks my interests the most! but i’ll def check fire force since it’s one of ur favs, i’ll tell you what i think abt it when i actually DO start it (chronic procrastinator, i even procrastinated writing this message despite how much i wanted to chat LOL)

I HAVE REALLY BAD MEMORY SO IVE GOT NO IDEA WHICH GUY I WAS REFERRING TO.. curly hair??? black hair??? looked kinda dead inside??? I THINK IT MIGHTVE BEEN W GAGAMARU AND RAICHI.. his hair looked kinda like it hadn’t been washed in weeks ngl

IM HAPPY TO READ YOUR RESPONSES HONESTLY, SUPEPRRR FUN and it feels like im having a genuine one on one convo even if we are like — replying to it like letters or sum LMFAO, guess we going back to the past era for this! BEINNG A HAIRDRESSER FOR 5 YEARS IS SOO COOL?? you’re only 25 now so like — did you pick this job up early on??

i’ve never watched haikyuu but i could see a lot of people felt differently abt blue lock compared to haikyuu, blue lock kinda increases that competitive spirit that’s rare to find in that. team work stuff?

since i felt as if my replies were kinda ass this time, i got news! just watched blue lock episode 11 and good fucking lord this shit was good — yea i was worried about bad animation but shit POPPED OFF.. and rin itoshi :?/!.?.!?! i screamed creamed probably was thinkign with only my metaphorical dick from that point on because good lord i want this man HELP.. it’s been like a year or two(?) since i first saw rin itoshi in the manga but good lord when i saw him animated and even spoke, i felt sum ROARING DOWN THERE … (excuse my language i only think with my lower region!) this awakened sum in mme.. don’t be surprised once i start sending genuine requests and thirsts

since i even joked about this being like a literal letter, maybe i should start signing off like one!!!

from 💌 anon or something LMFAO

NO NO TWO DAYS IS NOTHING I CAN BE AWFUL AT RESPONDING-

-I am so bad at like focusing to respond so trust me no apology needed bc I'm chronically bad at looking at a message and then giving myself anxiety over it. It's something I'm working on 😂😭

Dazai is mildly the odd man out except for the dude with black 'n white hair they're kinda con losers together but I'd say the over arching theme is "they look like they bite...but not really" I have no sense of danger I want the weird looking men no one wants 😂 but no seriously all the fandoms they're from are really good highly recommend Dr Stone and Fire Force if you enjoy Blue Lock. They are *chefs kiss*

do you know how hard it is to keep my twitching fingers on my keyboard to not rant about Ego??? I could do it I could go on and on about this man but- asdfghjkl- I'm controlling myself! mostly bc i don't wanna share my weird husband shhh that's not the point shhh he's my ugly little greenbean

i blame my friend on the niko bullshit!! she went on about how perfectly he'd fit that pervy hentai protagonist who like- steals panties- and cries when he gets caught and all that bullshit?? now I can't unsee it?? he's so stealing panties and putting under his pillow to sleep with only to make up a loud sob story when he gets caught. He's a perv and now I can't unsee it and I hate it 😩

really you have the problem of conflicting timezones?? I'm genuinely surprised bc like- everyone I talk to is like bare minimum in Europe and further over as I sit my lonely self in the United States. Count your blessings bc at least you don't live in the States we're awful 😂 we can be opposite timezone buddies like long drawn out lovers from two forlorn families writing drawn out poetic letters to each other to be sent by snail mail as we try to survive the black plague! or you know...something like pen pals 😂

my peanut brain suffers with subbed I can't look at the animation and take in what they're saying T^T I did it with Jujutsu Kaisen when it came out and can honestly say I don't recall anything I watched bc I was reading subs. RIP this is why I have to read the mangas </3 Oh but Mob is so good!!! It's one of my favorites and my comfort animes I can't tell you how many times I've watched it?? I think like- seven times? Eight times? Easing your way into the list makes Mob Psycho a good starter. But no seriously I cannot stress it enough how much I love Fire Force. Plus cursed knowledge, English dubbed Ego is Fire Forces main character and he is a cinnamon roll of a good boy and a total 180 of Ego's character 😂 Equal parts blessed and cursed when you hear Ego being a good boy

a lot of them look dead inside but dying so hard at gagamaru being put in the dead eye category?? my wife is in love with him so now I'm dying over the dead eye thing 😂 tbh they're so many characters I still have to look back and know who's who

you will find out I can't keep my mouth shut so if you get me talking I will put in that much effort 😂 But actually sweet I'm not 25 I'm 27 (had to double check with my wife I lost track) So the five years of hairdressing isn't too out there but I did pick it up after two yrs of college when I dropped out bc US education system suuuucks. Love hair but covid made people entitled shitheads and didn't want to spend nine hours a day with jackasses to come home to a baby so I just swapped entitled costumers to an entitled baby XD

haikyuu is...cute. like- ok i dont really do slice of life animes and heavily dont do sports anime (haikyuu and blue lock are literally the only ones) but Haikyuu is definitely not the same as Blue Lock. They spend a lot of time explaining how the game works where as Blue Lock its kinda "you know how soccer works or sucks to be you" which I like bc the one thing I do get tired with haikyuu is the over explanation of things. It's a cute show though! I could only watch it once thru but its fun when you haven't watched it before

UGH IM SO WORRIED OVER WHO IS GONNA PLAY RIN I'VE BEEN CHEWING MY NAILS OVER IT- Their casting director has been so good so?? Like?? I know it'll be good but at the same time?? I'm still so worried?? I mean- They convinced me to love Ego even after knowing who his VA was (and what I watched him previously in was NOT anything like his Ego role) but still- Rin's my baby?? Rin's my little bratty temper tantrum baby i wanna smoosh?? He has to be perfect?? More so than anyone else?? Pleading with the casting gods Rin sounds good or I will sob 😭 And I'm like- Have no idea are they doing 12 episode season or a 24 episode season. I need answers T^T

pls send me Rin thirsts I can't shut the fuck up about him

[huntingingoodwill]

i really love your jonathan crane stories and headcanons so much, i always look forward to them! i don't know if you are still taking requests for these, but is it okay if i ask for a, b, c, and d from the yandere alphabet for jonathan crane?

oh tysm ily!! <3 and sure :))

i’ve never written in public before but im @ the metro station waiting for my friends who are an hour late so now might be the time to try

send me a character + a letter from the yan alphabet 💕

affection: how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?

yk when a cat kills a bird and leaves it on your doorstep like “yo!! gift!! <3” and when you’re horrified they’re like “? what’s wrong >:/”- jon doesnt murder birds but that’s his vibe

he’s into acts of service/”gift” giving. creepy dude’ll find out about your life (sneakily, naturally) and things start,, happening. “i was on the phone ystd complaining about this dude at work/school who’s giving me a hard time and today he’s gone?? moved away without prior notice?? weird!” if s.o. works with jc pre-dating he’d totally disappear the cute intern that asks you out for coffee

he likes grand gestures but they’re shitty like “you said you felt cold so i lit this building on fire for you!! isnt it great!!”

he’s not pda-y but sappy kissy caressy stuff happens. he likes to bite and scratch like the weird lil feral animal he is. he tries to keep his emotions under control but for darling they’re so overwhelming he goes from withdrawn and repressed to passionate on a dime- especially at the beginning.

definitely intense. a little on and off which turns up the intensity somewhat. he’s cold sometimes but reverts back to “BUT I L O V E YOU” quick enough

blood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

besides being creepy jon has myriad personality traits, two of them being determined and possessive, both to uncomfortable degrees :) he’s willing to do a lot to get s.o to stay/protect them etc but because he’s so calculative i think he could do his evil scarecrow activities organised and mess-free.

but his emotions (esp when it comes to s.o.) are so overpowering jon.exe stops working and he can lose control. murderous bad things may occur because... it’s him. “the red means i love you”.

(like how joe from you kills for whoever he's after. overwhelming emotions make it messy. kinda like that but jon is wayyy smarter than joe LMAO soz penn 💕)

cruelty: how would they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock them?

cough next chapter of fact or a weapon cough

anyway at first he’ll try his hardest to keep his distance and observe. like a good scholar.

would slowly try to get closer to you and get you to trust him be it through being nice or being emotionally manipulative (probably a confusing mix of both to keep you on your toes) his emotions get the best of him sometimes especially now that you’re actually there. he has you now. he may push a little too hard then withdraw for a while to try and get his feelings in check. he’s playing nice/mean but really he’s hiding his vulnerability

a lot of “i won’t hurt you don’t be scared <3” despite him literally having,,, kidnapped you

mocking would be involved though it’s just little comments here or there, i think he’s got a dry sense of humour which just slips out. it’ll be his way of trying to lighten the mood ig even though it is,,, very unamusing to everyone else.

darling: aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

yes probably. he’s a stubborn little man and he does it all to “protect” darling. he won’t do anything that he thinks will directly hurt you, it’s a “im doing this for your own good” thing. he’d probably keep his deeds a secret from you to keep you close, hurt people who’ve hurt you even though you don’t want him to. back to the killing birds analogy. “but i did this because i care for you??? :(“

[fabulouspotatosister]

just for a day

summary: What’s a little acting between friends? If friends was even the right word.

word count: (idk yet man lol ) 3,373

request:  Hello! I just wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! If I may, could I request an 11 x reader where the reader’s friends keep bugging them to get a boyfriend, but they say they already do and they have to ask the Doctor to be their “boyfriend” (kind of like with Clara at the beginning of Time Of The Doctor) and eventually leads to feelings being spilt? If not, that’s perfectly fine!

a/n: this got WAYYY too long and for that i am so sorry lmao. i’m writing and posting this on the same day so if there are many mistakes or it doesn’t make sense that’s on me. anyway, i hope you enjoy this fic!

gif credit: @pavel-chekovs

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“You’re back!”

 You’d expected screaming. You’d expected yelling, and a fair dose of pterodactyl-esque screeching from the students in your advisory class, but what you weren’t expecting was crying. And lots of it. Nearly every fresh-faced elementary student was in tears, some sobbing quietly and some full-on bawling as soon as you walked through the door.

It was nice, cute even, but honestly a little disconcerting.

 “Hi, everyone,” you said, shutting the door carefully behind you. The sight of their crying faces immediately activated your Parent Mode. “Are you all okay?”

 “Perfectly fine!” Marih chirped, president of the class and therefore a little more levelheaded than the rest, which earned her a handful of disagreeing sighs. “What? Guys, you look ridiculous crying,” she continued, as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her palms and gave you a toothy grin. “We’re just happy you’re here again.”

 You smiled at her, and reached out to pat the top of her head. “That’s great and all, but it’s like you guys haven’t seen me in ages.”

 A heavy silence fell over the whole class. You saw students shift in their seats and look down at the floor, suddenly very interested in their black school shoes. Even Jaden, the class’s resident troublemaker, didn’t say a word. Marih cringed, ran a hand through her long dark hair, and smoothed the front of her checkered uniform.

 “How long have I been gone?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Marih seemed to cringe away at the question. “I thought I was only travelling for a week!”

 “Actually,” Marih said, stretching out the word, “you’ve been gone for three months?”

Your mouth fell open. You stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded, before you dug into your pocket and fished out your phone – she was right, it had been exactly three months and a week since you’d left the school to go travelling.

 You groaned. “Oh, I’m going to kill him.”

 By travelling, you meant time travelling and by him you meant the Doctor. The madman in a box that you’d run off with. You had let him turn your life upside down in the best way possible since he dragged you into the TARDIS, with his stupidly gorgeous smile and eyes and – you were getting off topic. Now you were plotting the murder of the man that you would consider to be the most incredible thing that had ever happened to you.

 “Hey, ma’am?” came a soft voice from the front of the room. Karyll, with her tied-back hair and glasses, looked up at you from her seat. “Why are you looking like you’re going to kill someone?”

 “’Cause I am,” you said cheerily, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Oh, you were going to have words with him, and they would most definitely not be nice ones. “Have I missed anything big? Were you nice to my substitute?”

 A collective wave of disagreement swept over the class, and you couldn’t help but let a smile slip onto your face. These were your babies after all, and if you’d really been gone for three months then they were sorely missing their Second Mom.

 Maybe the tears weren’t that much of a surprise after all.

 “Okay, good morning everyone! Now, if we’re still on schedule, and I really hope we are, we should be talking about integers…”

 The late afternoon sun drifted through the curtains of your classroom, filling the room with an almost hazy glow as you sat with your best friends in a haphazard circle of desks. Your kids had all gone home already, and a little pile of flowers and chocolates sat neatly on your shelves, right beside your lesson plan folders.

 Denise leaned forward to look at them, her curly hair falling over her face. She was the elementary students’ science teacher, and was so well-organized it was almost inhuman. She would have liked the planet where everything was arranged alphabetically, you thought.

 “I’m jealous, my students never give me gifts,” she said as she leaned away. “Sis, where have you even been?”

 “Long story,” you replied, and it was. You weren’t sure if you could fit everything you’d been through – travelling through time, going to planets lightyears away, and of course all of the near-death experiences – into a story that you could tell in under an hour, and you weren’t going to try.

 “And you’ve been travelling? By yourself?” Julianne, an arts teacher, raised her eyebrows at you from behind her laptop. “God, that’s lonely. Oh – unless…” Her calm expression morphed into something truly evil in your line of work – mischievousness. “Unless you had someone with you.”

 “I mean –” Oh no, this was going to be hard to get out of. “I mean, I wasn’t alone,” you said, hoping the smile on your face was enough to mask your utter fear. You knew exactly where Julianne was going and you hated it. “I was with someone.”

 “Ooh,” Julianne said, her grin growing so sly it was sending shivers up your spine. “You’ve been gone three months, has anything happened between you and your travel buddy?”

 Heat rushed to your face. If you were a cartoon character steam would be pouring from your ears. “Why would you say something like that?”

 Julianne shrugged. “We’ve been telling you to get a boyfriend for so long. You said you’d be gone a week, and then you disappear for three months… that kinda says something, don’t you think, Denise?”

 “Definitely.” Denise grinned, and you shot her a helpless look.

 “We’re doing this because we love you,” Julianne sang. The light from her laptop was enough to make her look absolutely menacing. “So? Travel buddy? Or more than that?”

 The Doctor wasn’t just a travel buddy, and he was so much more than that – but you hadn’t found the words for what he meant to you, at least not yet. Companion was enough for you and him, but even then, there was a weight to that word. And there was definitely a weight to your partnership, but you wouldn’t call it… dating.

 Julianne simply waggled her perfectly shaped eyebrows at you. You swallowed. You and the Doctor were a long story too, and Julianne wasn’t going to be happy with “maybe” for an answer.

 The words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “Fine, he’s my boyfriend!”

 I want to crawl into a hole and die was your inner monologue, and your background music was Julianne and Denise’s raucous laughter. I want to crawl into a hole and never have to face the world ever again.

 --

 Smash cut to you, standing nervously in your bedroom, gripping your phone so tightly you were sure it was going to break. Your plans of killing the Doctor for dropping you off late would have to wait. The phone rung once, twice, and you chewed your lip. If he was in the Time Vortex, any version of him could answer the phone and you couldn’t deal with that on top of everything, not today at least –

 “Hello?”

 You heaved a sigh of relief at the sound of the Doctor, your Doctor’s voice. “Help?” you squeaked out.

 “Help?” the Doctor repeated. There was a blaring noise, and then the sound of electricity crackling. Something fizzled and popped, and the Doctor shouted something that sounded like a swear. “Oh, shut it – you – sorry, sorry. You were saying?”

 “Uh, where are you right now? Are you somewhere?” you asked.

 “I’m not somewhere, I’m drifting! Right above Earth, approximately right where you are,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice. It quelled your anxiety somewhat. “I’m doing maintenance. Agh – ow! I think I can see the roof of your house through the clouds, unless that’s someone else’s house. What color is your roof?”

 You giggled. “It’s brown. You’re in the same time as me?”

 “’Course I am,” the Doctor said. You heard the clanging sound of metal being dropped. “I never left.”

 The Doctor liked to run off on his own when you were home and have his own mini-adventures. He liked to come back and say he’d spent his time with alien royalty, or something like that. But instead he was staying put, he was waiting, for you. It made the next part so much harder.

 “I need you to be my boyfriend,” you said quickly, covering your burning face with your free hand.

 “Oh,” the Doctor said simply. Another clang.

 Oh? “Just for a day,” you coughed. “I kind of said that I had a boyfriend, and that he was my travel buddy, and now my friends kind of want to meet you. It’s my grade’s family day tomorrow, maybe you could, uh, show up?”

 “And be your boyfriend,” the Doctor said.

 You nodded, then, “And be my boyfriend. Just for the day. You never have to show up again.”

There was a beat of silence, and for a second you thought the Doctor was going to say no – he had every right to, of course, and you could just lie and say that he couldn’t show up – but the Doctor laughed, cheerful and warm. “Ding-dong! Okay! What time tomorrow? I have to study, I’m a bit rusty in places.”

 Your mouth fell open for the second time in twenty-four hours. “You’re serious?”

 “Very! Any pet name preferences?”

 You groaned loudly, and the Doctor laughed again. “Shut up!”

 “Alright, alright. Guess I’ll have to do my own research.”

 There was another moment of silence, and when the Doctor spoke again, it was much softer, much less playful. His voice almost sounded fond. “Goodnight?”

 “Goodnight, Doctor,” you said softly, and the call cut off with a series of short beeps.

 --

 Was it a surprise that you barely slept at all? You had spent the whole night with your imagination running at full capacity, your mind latching onto every single thought and concept it could come up with. You slipped in and out of sleep, lying still in bed whenever a possibility popped into your head. To say you were nervous was the understatement of the year – but what was a little acting between friends?

 If friends was the right word for it.

 You waited for the Doctor behind the school, leaning against the concrete wall and watching the TARDIS fade into this plane. Wind blew into your face as the TARDIS groaned and wheezed, eventually materializing in front of you.

 “I’m not late, am I?” the Doctor said, sticking his head out of the TARDIS doors. He grinned widely, his hair falling into his face. You grinned back at him and pushed yourself off the wall.

 “You’re early, which is a first,” you said. The Doctor frowned at you, stepped carefully out of the TARDIS, and frowned some more. “Don’t look at me like that.”

 “I think I’ve earned the right to look at you however I’d like,” the Doctor huffed, adjusting his bowtie. He’d ditched the tweed for the day, it seemed, going with a long green coat that annoyingly complimented his eyes. The frown didn’t last very long, though, because he went right back to grinning brightly at you. He held out his elbow in your direction. “Shall we?”

 “Here’s the lucky girl,” Julianne cooed as you walked into the empty canteen. All the tables were pushed aside to make space for all the games you’d be playing – in the corner of your eye, you saw the Doctor light up at the sight of all of the streamers and balloons. “And here’s the lucky boy – oh my god, Denise.”

 “What?” Denise popped up from behind a large speaker, then blanched. “Oh, now I’m double jealous.”

 The Doctor pulled away from you to lightly kiss both of Julianne’s cheeks in greeting. Julianne looked positively starstruck when he stepped back to stand beside you, quickly waving Denise over. Denise had her mouth hanging open, still clutching a microphone in her hands.

 “Hi,” you said, gesturing at the Doctor, “here’s my boyfriend.”

 The Doctor raised his hand and smiled. “Hello! I’m John Smith, lovely to meet you both. You’re my girlfriend’s girl friends, I assume?”

 “Uh –” Denise blinked owlishly. “Yeah, we are.” Then, quietly and to herself, “Holy moly.”

 You couldn’t help but grin at their flabbergasted faces. The Doctor rested his hand on the small of your back, and you leaned into his touch as if it was the most normal thing in the universe. That was enough to make Denise stumble into Julianne, who barely even reacted, as she was still staring wide-eyed at the both of you.

 “I think we caught them off guard,” you said. The Doctor chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

 “You did when we met, sweetheart,” the Doctor said smoothly. Sweetheart echoed in your ears and bounced off the walls of your already racing mind. Your heart stuttered in your chest. That was bad.

 “Oh, are we doing charm now?” you asked. “Are you trying to be charming?”

 “I did say I would study,” the Doctor said.

 “You guys are insufferable,” Denise said, but she was beaming at you. “If you could get your hands off of your travel buddy for just a few minutes, I need help with the mics, the families are gonna be here any minute…”

 Her voice trailed off as she walked back to the speaker. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss the Doctor’s cheek, feeling his skin heat up underneath your lips. “See you later.”

 “…See you,” the Doctor echoed, and bent down to kiss your cheek too. He turned on his heel and walked towards the decorations, softly muttering, “Ooh, balloons! Love a good balloon…”

 You stared at him for longer than you should have, watching him poke and prod at the balloons lying on the tables. He put his face very close to one and smiled at his reflection in the plastic. Affection welled up in your chest, and a tiny smile slipped onto your face.

 “Look at you, you’re smiling at him,” Julianne chimed, sidling up to you and nudging your side. “That’s disgusting.”

 “Says the girl who said I needed to get a boyfriend,” you shot back.

 The Doctor went still for a little bit and turned to face you, smiled and winked, then went right back to inspecting balloons. Julianne made a strangled noise, and you made one too. So he was doing charm, and you hated to admit that it was absolutely working on you.  

 “I meant to say disgustingly adorable,” Julianne said. “You’re so lucky.”

 You gave him another glance as you walked away to help Denise with the mics – “help with the mics” was apparently code for “I’m going to tease you more about your new boyfriend”  which wasn’t helped by the fact that every so often, the Doctor would look in your direction and just smile, which was enough to make you stumble over your own words and give Denise more teasing fodder.

 The parents and their kids eventually filed into the canteen and you flipped into Teacher Mode. You stood next to your students, pinched their cheeks and then greeted all of the parents and got everyone ready for the program. (You didn’t notice how the Doctor mirrored you, standing a little far away and watching, a dumb smile on his face.)

 Julianne and Denise were the emcees for the family day, big smiles on their faces as they rounded up everyone for the games. At the mere mention of games, the Doctor was back at your side at an instant, his eyes glittering with excitement.

 “Please don’t destroy the kids,” you pleaded.

 “No promises,” he replied, and then proceeded to destroy the kids in most of the games.

 The first game had Julianne call out for whoever could bring an item of her choice to the table – the Doctor, with his coat that was surely bigger on the inside, had no trouble pulling out whatever was asked. Even when Julianne started to test the waters and ask for increasingly insane items, the Doctor just kept going. He jumped in joy like a little kid at the win, bounding up to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You’d just blushed and smiled, ignoring the butterflies that were multiplying in your stomach.

 The Doctor holding your hand wasn’t new. The Doctor being close to you wasn’t new. The Doctor being affectionate with you wasn’t new. But now it was all under the guise of being your boyfriend. Of course it felt different, but to your surprise and growing horror, it didn’t feel bad.

 The Doctor shouting your name snapped you out of your thoughts. He was standing on a piece of newspaper as Denise started to get music ready, waving his arms to beckon you over. His coat was gone, thrown onto a nearby table, and even without it he was dashing.

 “I need you over here!” he yelled, still jumping excitedly. His hair bounced up and down with the movement. “I need a partner!”

 You let your feet carry you to him, trying to ignore the stares pointed your way. The Doctor took your hand in his and pulled you onto the newspaper.

 “Stay close,” the Doctor said. “I’ve got this.”

 Loud, thumping music filled the air. The Doctor spun you around and you squealed in surprise, moving your feet clumsily to the music. Suddenly, it stopped, and the Doctor pulled you back onto the newspaper. It was a tight fit, and you had to press yourself against his body to even stay standing. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy at the contact, and once again you tried to ignore that, too.

 “What did I say?” the Doctor breathed, his breath tickling your ear, his smile wide and manic. “Let’s dance!”

 The paper got smaller and smaller, and the two of you got closer and closer. Sweat started to bead on your forehead, and the Doctor had rolled his sleeves up in the middle of all the chaos. In the end, it was just you and another pair of parents, tiptoeing on their own folded pieces of newspaper.

 “I’ve got an idea,” the Doctor said, his voice loud over the music. “When the music stops, jump into my arms.”

 “Seriously?!” you shouted, and the Doctor nodded enthusiastically. “You’ve got the balance of a drunk giraffe! You’ll drop me!”

 “Do you trust me?” the Doctor asked.

 There wasn’t any question. “I do!”

 “Then jump!”

 The music stopped, and in the split second where the Doctor stepped onto the now-tiny folded newspaper, you ran and leapt. For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to catch you at all, and in your mind you could already see it – you crashing into him and sending you both tumbling to the floor.

 The Doctor’s arms shot out and caught you. Cheers erupted from everyone in the canteen, and behind you your competitors both lost their balance and fell face-first onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around the Doctor’s neck to steady yourself in his arms, feeling him shake slightly as he kept you aloft.

 “We won!” you gasped, still basking in all of the cheering. “As expected from my lovely boyfriend.”

 The words left your mouth as easily as breathing. You smiled up at the Doctor, breathless from all of the dancing. His skin shone with sweat, his hair was a mess, and his bowtie was askew, but even that was enough to make you throw all caution to the wind – still in his arms, you pulled him down and kissed him.

 Cheers erupted from everyone again, but you could care less. The room could be empty and nothing would have changed. As cliché as it sounded, all the mattered was the feeling of the Doctor’s lips against yours. Your hands found their way into his hair and he melted into your touch, pulling you closer to him.

 “You know,” the Doctor breathed as he pulled away, “I don’t want this to be just for a day.”

 “Good,” you replied. You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Because I don’t either.”

[secretivemessenger]

Sorry for updating so late, been busy today

I finished Hashihime of the old book town 2 days ago, it was absolutely amazing, i think i'm gonna replay the first route again, it's just so good😭

I bought another bl game from the same publisher(?) And i thought they would have the same mc for each route but turns out the mc changes every route, i didnt know this and got attached to the first mc, needless to say, i am unable to continue with the 2nd and third route as i am too attached to mc, yes i have attachment issues, i'll probably play the game once my attachment to the mc is gone or sum, probably will take months if not a year or two.

I've bought Hashihime of the old book town, Royal Alchemist & Uuultrac so far, i'm gonna get Divine speaker next but after that, i feel lost on what to get, there really aren't many bl game that interest me, hashihime set my standards wayyy too high to the point i want to make a visual novel but remembered i'm shit at using softwares, plus i dont know if my art will turn out good. (And i have no idea how to draw backgrounds)

Alright so for the update of the date, we went to get some dinner, we originally wanted to go to a fancy restaurant as he suggested but then we decided to go to his place last minute, when we did get to his place, he got changed from his suit to a more casual wear and started cookin', he made some Spaghetti Carbonara for the two of us, he also brought a vase of flowers to the table, lit up some candles and turned off the lights, it was pretty romantic, i remember every single detail, his cooking was delicious as always, after we had our fill, i offered to wash the dishes as he already cooked after that he gave me some of his clothes to change into since i only wore formal clothes as i thought we would only go to a restaurant, and then go back to our respective places, he lent me a shirt and pants, we were almost the same height so it fit, i took a bath and so did he (seperately) , we then got on the couch and since he didnt have hashihime of the old book town on his computer or laptop, we decided to watch a gameplay of it on the tv, why did we do that you might ask, because i wanted him to see Professor's route, plus he was a bit curious, i was crying mid way through the route as the route was so sad😭, he saw me tearing up so he grabbed a tissue and wiped my tears, it wss kinda awkward since i never rlly got this treatment before...I thanked him and apologized for letting my emotions get the better of me lmao, he told me there was no reason for me to apologize and we continued watching, by the end of it, he was really heart warmed by the gameplay, by that time it was getting a bit late but since he didnt need to work the next morning, we stayed up some more, playing games, baking, ate snacks and made smoothies, IT WAS SO FUN😫

When we went to sleep, instead of me taking the couch, this time he told me to stay on the bed with him, I agreed as we have stayed in each other's beds together before, we cuddled each other to sleep, when i woke up, it was about 9/10am, he had already woken up before me, again preparing breakfast, we ate and he took me home not long after, i fell asleep in his car, i woke up on my bed, him on my couch, i fell asleep for about an hour, he said he had to carry me as he didn't want to disturb me, i was shocked he could carry me but then remembered i'm very light...

After that nothing really happened i was just busy throughout the day and almost falling asleep every second, sorry if this is too long, i was just so happy this all happened, i never had such fun in my whole entire life😭😭 applogies for typos anywhere, still pretty tired but unable to sleep for some reason,maybe it's too soon but i'm planning on initiating the first kiss next time we go on a date, should i invite him to a date a week from now? Or is it too soon? Any advices??

Man your really obsessed with games

Also that was too sweeet like form a movie and some , and no it’s never too early and not too late so go for it

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

he died his hair prank

peter decided to prank y/n by temporarily dying his hair silver..

pairing: peter x fem!reader

status: dating

peters pov

i finally found a way to get revenge on y/n and her stupid yet believable pranks, since she loves my brown hair so much, no i did not decide to cut it aunt may would literally murder me if y/n didnt so it before her, i decided to temporarily dye it silver but she doesnt need to know its temporary ;)

y/n/n and i decided to hang out in the evening since i told her i had to go run some errands for may, thankfully she believed  it, so now im on my way to go buy some hair dye....*nervous laugh*

i got the hair dye and i took all the stuff out spreading them on my bathroom counter, i decided to record this coz i dont think ill dye my hair again any time soon, plus it felt like i was filming a youtube video

"ok so i watched a couple of videos before this coz i dont wanna mess this beautiful gem up" i said reffering to my hair "im obviously not gonna bleach it, so lets hope my hair is light enough to show the dye" i prayed and attempted to put my hair in a ponytail and it looked pretty good, i watched how y/n does it on my hair everytime we do face masks but doing it for yourself is wayyy harder

*A/N: look at this cutie 🥰 anyways back to the story*

i dyed the side of my hair first getting the dye everywhere, thank god i took the bathroom rug out so it would not get stained, and then took the bun out and sectioned it

"dont let me down brad mondo" i whispered getting even more nervous than i was before i brushed the dye of the first section "i did it" i smiled proudly but then it hit me "i did  it, i did it, this part of my hair is silver! oh my god" i was panicking, what am i doing? this is a prank this is a prank its not real calm down peter

suddenly i got a facetime call from y/n

*babyyyy 💕👀 would like to FaceTime*

lit up my screen, i panicked a bit trying to find an excuse to not answer the call or at least not show her my face, but i remembered i was in the bathroom....hopefully this excuse will work

i clicked on 'accept' and waited for her to connect

"hey babyyyy" she beamed, shes cute when shes excited but her smile faded when she couldnt see me "where are you?" she asked

"im in the toilet babe, but i couldnt not answer your call" i laughed trying to act normal and backing up from my phone as much as possible

"oh" she laughed, i wanted to grab something from the counter and i thought i did it carefully but what she said, said otherwise "wait why is your hair silver?" she asked her eyes widening

"wHAT? what do you mean?" i squeeked, i hesitantly put the undyed of my hair to the frame and she sighed in relief "my hair is brown, love nothing to worry about"

"thank god, although you kinda looked like jack frost which was kinda hot....but no no no no i prefer brown, dont even think about it" she warned, i laughed at her statement, it kinda made me more confident, maybe i would look like jack frost "anyways, ill see you in a few, im almost at my house, gotta go, byeee" she said waving her hand at the camera

"byeeee" i put my hand in the frame and waved, she laughed and ended  the call...that was close

after a few curses and an hour of dying my hair, i finished! and im pretty proud of the results, lets just hope my hair doesnt fall out

*A/N: this is the only picture i found of a guy with a somewhat wavy hair so imagine this is him but with messier hair dye and its all over his hair but not till his roots, OH and silver lmao*

so i took a photo of my hair and sent it to ned, he was with me throughout the whole process coz i needed someone to talk to, i usually annoy y/n with my daily rants but i couldnt so ned had to hear me talk abt how Mrs Barbosa gave me extra homework for being late

After I texted Ned, I got a text from y/n/n

"Babyyyy 👀💕: hey Pete, where are we hanging out? My place or yours?"

I told her that she could come to my place because I got a 'surprise' for her, i knew i had to record this so i quickly placed my phone on the desk

"YOUR BITCH HAS ARRIVEDDD!" y/b barges in, flopping on the bed next to me

"h-hey y/n/n" i said laughing at her dramatic entrance but still confused on how she didn't  notice my hair, just act casual, she moved closer to my body looking at the computer thats on my lap

"what are you doing?" she asked curious "

oh nothing, just watching guys surprise their girlfriends with dying their hair a bad color"i laughed acting as casual as possible

"oh thats funny, but if you did that to m- *looks up* *big dramatic loud gasp* PETE- I- WHA- HOW-" her eyes were as big as ever, I've  never seen her this shocked "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LUCIOUS BROWN CURLS" she shouted completely ignoring my computer and sits on my lap to get a closer look

"YOUR curls?" i laughed

"yes MY curls what happened to the light brown almost hazel in the sunlight curls?" she brushes my hair through her fingers trying to get the dye out "i dont think my brain processed this yet- WAIT YOU DYED IT RIGHT? SO THAT MEANS IT'LL STAY FOREVER?" looked down her mouth parted

"isn't  that what dying your hair means?"

"HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS I MEAN ITS A WHOLE DIFFERENT COLOR, AND WHY SILVER-ISH GREY?"

"I actually really like it" I said combing my hair through my fingers but she swatted it away so she could look at it more

"babe *laughs* you said I'd look like Jack Frost" I told her tilting my head

"well Jack Frost is hot but you're hott-ER I don't want you looking like Jack Frost because I said so! I love you for who you are....especially your brown hair"

"so if I told I like it you'd be ok with it?"

"Yes if you like it and it's your choice? %100"

"so what if I said it's a prank?" She was gonna nod her head coz she thought it was like the other question but then stopped midway and widened her eyes

"your kidding"

"yes in fact I am" I laugh and point at the camera and she gasps

"you..you....YOU BITCH" she punches my chest jokingly "I ALMOST GOT A HEART ATTACK AND GOT ALL SAPPY AND MUSHY FOR YOU JUST SO YOU COULD PRANK ME?!" she shouts point her hands everywhere "You know I was like scared! Coz you said you liked it and I was like, oh no I gotta get used to this no more chocolate curls, but not as in i lied I just gotta get used to it which added more pressure than I already felt!" She stated but I only laughed even more and awed

"babe don't worry"

"I HAD A MATH QUIZ TODAY" she point at herself "AND YOUR HERE LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF?? no wait let me sit on the bed since you like when I sit on your lap"

"no no baby I'm sorry" I said while laughing, her face was hilarious

"no you're not! and no kisses till Monday" she huffs and looks at the wall, I give her ten seconds until she turns around to ask one more question, and she did

"hop on the shower we're cleaning the white of you, you Jack Frost wannabe" well more like a demand I huffed but got up with her and turned the recording off

"neds gonna love this"

Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[gokubrain]

what do u think kakavege's morning routine is? bedtime routine?

YEAHHH i think abt this a lot

OKAY DMFMDKF SO

i dont think goku is rly that picky when it comes to any sort of routine at all, i think he just kind of. changes his clothes and lays down when he’s ready LOL but vegeta is much more finicky abt stuff like this and he showers and brushes his teeth and like has steps he goes through first

but also i think goku goes to bed wayyy earlier than vegeta because ,,, goku is a farmer LOL and he has to wake up early to do his farmwork <3 and vegeta just heads to bed later but goku usually wakes up when vegeta comes to bed MMFMVJG I THINK THAT CONCEPT IS SO CUTE LOL, where one of them comes to bed late and it wakes the other up and they hold each other and fall asleep.. man theyre so IN LOVEE 😭😭

ANYWAYDHDJD SORRY I DID THESE BACKWARDS BUT for morning routines,,

goku’s gotta get up super early to work the fields so he always wakes up and starts getting ready at like. 5 or 6 AM,, vegeta definitely doesn’t wake up that early BUT i think whenever goku gets out of bed it wakes him up so he probably just. kinda keeps waking up whenever goku comes near LOL AND i think vegeta’s always like “just stay in bed :/“ and gokus like “babe i can’t i have to workkkk” 😭 but goku will lay in bed with him for a minute before he has to walk out the door and hold him n give him kisses hehe

once he leaves vegeta immediately goes back to sleep LMAO and probably doesnt wake up til way later 😭😭💖

[maybebrilliant]

17 questions meme

I was tagged by the lovely human @daisylincs, probably ages ago oops ily and thank you so much Lily!

Nickname(s): Oh Ok, um Maz, May-may, Marshmallow, Mayling, Thundercloud (that one is my boyfriend’s idea of a joke, cause I don’t wanna be the classic ‘ray of sunshine’)

Height: 1,65 m, which is almost 5′4

Last Thing Googled: 1,65 m in fucking feet, what is wrong with Americans?!?!

Song Stuck In My Head: Nothing, but as soon as I thought about it, Let it Go, for some reason lmao

Number of Followers: Thirty something? 35. (yes, I know that’s a tiny amount, but it’s still more than I ever thought I’d get so whoo! ily all)

Amount of Sleep I Got: Ugh, about 4 1/2 hours? Maybe 5. I stayed up wayyy too late stressing about maths😑😶

Lucky Number: Ahaaaaah, 3, 9, 42 and 67 (because yes, I’m a nerd)

Favorite Song: Oh gosh, totally impossible, but at the moment, probably Believer or Satisfied. Probably. But it changes every day.

Favorite Instrument: Between piano and flute. I play both, but I really love the sound of a flute especially James Galway oh my fucking god

Dream Job: Probably and actress. But more attainable, I really wanna work with kids, so something like that¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Aesthetic: tomboy, outdoors hiking, oversized sweaters, drawing while listening to music, new buds on trees, hot coca and piles of blankets, messy hair and paint on faces, boisterous affection, rain sliding down windows, quiet morning in, pastel colours, carpets, lying in warm grass in the sun.

Favorite Author: Oh gosh, there are so many! Eoin Colfer definitely though, am absolutely in love with the Artemis Fowl series adlkwnefcwlker

Favorite Animal Noise: that sweet little growly noise my schnauzer makes when he sees me in the mornings.

Random: I can be so focused an determined and then just,,,,flop and give up because ugh

Ok wow, that was hard! No idea who’s done this yet, probably everyone, so I’m tagging @genderfluid-and-confuzled, @a-biochemist-not-a-bird, @browneyedgenius, @would-die-for-fitzsimmons and anyone else who wants to do this!

[langdvnshepherd]

A Change of Heart (Michael Langdon x fem!Reader)

Summary: Michael Langdon drunkenly stumbles into your dorm one night at The Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: use of alcohol, angst, smut, heavy petting, fingering, cum play, oral (female receiving), a lil bit of fluff I suppose

A/N: I’ve been seeing a bunch of posts floating around about the bed-sharing trope, and I wanted to write it SO BAD. It took me a while and ended up being wayyy sweeter than I wanted it to be, but this is finally what I came up with! I hope you guys enjoy. Reblogs/likes/comments are always appreciated! Let me know what you guys think! Also, I did no proof-reading whatsoever so I apologize but what’s knew lmao

Masterlist in bio!

     Weekends at Hawthorne were a blessing. You cherished them, counted down the minutes until your Friday lecture was dismissed and you were left to your own devices for the next two days. There were no classes, no nitpicky professors, no being bored to death for hours on end with countless spells and potions that you’d already mastered back at Robichaux’s (you’d come to conclude that the warlocks were eons behind the witches, despite how advanced they swore they were). While your prolonged stay at Hawthorne was turning out to be quite miserable, the weekends worked wonders for the permanent furrow in your brow from Mondays to Fridays.

     Most witches and warlocks left the boarding school on the weekends, charming their way into trashy clubs and finessing fruit drinks from whoever they could seduce with their powers. It was as if they never slept for the entirety of those two days. They left early on in the night and returned late the next morning, often looking like they’d just been hit by a truck: messy makeup that was smudged to hell and back, blazers wrinkled beyond belief, sometimes one of them even would be missing a shoe. Some of them never returned until the following Monday, getting caught up in the bustling city of Los Angeles and wishing to forget their duties as students of the supernatural.

     But not you. You rarely went out, if ever. Instead of leaving Hawthorne to escape your studies, you stayed within its walls, escaping the people. Your classmates annoyed you, and you used every ample opportunity to stay as far away from them as possible. Everyone left Hawthorne on the weekends, so staying indoors meant you’d be able to avoid the chaos almost completely. It was the only time you were glad to be trapped within the underground of the school for warlocks. No one bothered you. No one beat on your door at night asking you to help them cheat on their upcoming exam. It was peaceful. You could catch up on your latest tv binge, indulge in an extensive skincare routine, relax your bones that ached from putting up with absolute imbeciles for five straight days.

     And that’s exactly what you were doing. It was late Friday night, almost too late for any sober person to be awake. You had just gotten out of the bath, this time treating yourself to a lavender soak that successfully worked its way into the sore muscles of your back. Your favorite, oversized t-shirt felt especially cozy against your bare thighs, the hem exposing only the slightest sliver of the bottom of your underwear.

     There were no noises coming from outside of your dorm. No shuffling of loafers. No clicking of heels. Just silence. Thank Satan, because you had a long night of catching up on some much-needed sleep ahead of you. That was until you heard a series of offbeat knocks on the dark wood of your bedroom door.

     What the fuck? Who could possibly be beating on your door this late at night? You were almost certain that any student that normally harassed you for your assistance during the week was out partying, and it couldn’t be one of the Hawthorne professors. They’re far too old to be up this late. Maybe something went wrong. Maybe someone was in danger. Maybe it was Cordelia coming back for you to tell you you could leave this godforsaken bunker. There was honestly no telling.

You padded over to the door, reaching out to grab the cool, metal handle of the knob. You kept your body hidden from behind the thick of the door, because whoever needed you this late at night certainly did not need to see you in your underwear.

     “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you huffed as the door came ajar and you saw the slender, tall figure that was waiting for you on the other side.

     His body towered over yours, much like his ego, his lanky arms leaning casually against the door frame. He was still clad in his Hawthorne uniform that he wore to class earlier that afternoon, only the top of his undershirt was unbuttoned and his necktie hung much looser around the base of his throat. His eyes were still as aquamarine as the Santa Monica oceans that you once visited on a long weekend. It was none other than the Boy Wonder himself, the supposed Alpha, Michael fucking Langdon.

     His appearance was quite comical if you were being honest. On any other day, you wouldn’t catch Langdon with a single hair out of place on his perfectly quaffed head or one speck of lint on his onyx black blazer, but given his current posture and the reeking stench of liquor that hit you head on as soon as the door cracked open, you knew he wasn’t in any state of mind to be caring about his appearance in the slightest.

     “Oh, come on. You can’t be that surprised to see me,” he daunted, that iconic, shit-eating grin plastered clear across his face.

     “It’s the middle of the night, Michael. What do you want?” you asked, disdain dripping from your voice. Your hand went to rest on your hip as you impatiently waited for his answer.

     “What you mean, silly? I came to see you. My favorite girl,” he sneered, emphasizing the word ‘favorite.’ His words slurred together as he leaned in to bop your nose with his pointer finger, his drunken state unraveling further and further with each word that left his mouth. 

     You scrunched your nose up in disgust as his finger made contact with your face. “First of all,” you spat, “I am not your girl. And second, you’re drunk, Langdon. Extremely drunk. How did you even get here?”

     Michael chuckled lightly as the cogs in his brain tried to process what you’d just asked him. He ran the palm of his hand up and down his jawline in order to form his next response.

     “IIIII don’t realllly knowww,” he mumbled, “Alex called an Uber, but...” 

     He trailed off, scratching his head in concentration.

     “I thiiink they got out at another bar? I kept walking and then I got cold and remembered that I could just use telekinesis and now here I am!” Michael shrugged his shoulders in satisfaction with the nonsense that he’d just spewed from his glossy lips that were sticky from all of the alcohol he’d tossed back like cold medicine.

     You stared at him with your brow raised, gobsmacked with the story he’d given you. He was clearly drunker than your intuition led you to believe.

     “Transmutation, Michael. It’s transmutation. Not telekinesis.”

     “Okayyy. Whatever,” he sassed back, rolling his cerulean blue eyes far back into his head.

     “I’m here now, so...Why don’t we have some fun like old times?” his syllables were drawn out and his voice was low, an embarrassing attempt at trying to be seductive. He reached for your sides to give them a playful pinch, but you swatted them away before they could even get close to touching you.

     “Michael I already I told you I-”

     You were interrupted by Langdon pushing the door to your room open with his foot. He waltzed in casually as if it were his own space, his feet tripping up just slightly as the scuffed the polished hardwood of the floor. There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere as the brazen boy entered your dorm for the first time in weeks. The feeling was all too familiar, but only this time it was under completely different circumstances. Your arms went instinctively to pull down your already oversized nightshirt to cover yourself, as if it mattered. Michael was the last person that cared about your indecency. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you in far less before. And more than a handful of times at that.

     “I know, I know, sweetheart. You told me. I’m an, ‘insolent, repulsive excuse for a man,’ and you, ‘never want to speak to me again,’” Michael babbled while using air quotes with his fingers as he recalled the explosive argument you’d gotten into where you ended your arrangement with him permanently. You were surprised he could even recall that much of the fight given the way his eyes were glossed over and his cheeks were consumed by a rosy, drunken glow. 

     “But you know something, Y/N?” he asked as he crossed his arms behind his back and began pacing around the room, “I never understood why that bothered you. It really wasn’t that ba-”

     “You told the entire school, Michael,” you interjected, clapping your hands together for emphasis. 

     “Sooo? Is that such a horrible thing?”

     “Yeah, it is!” you were growing angry now at his persistence, wishing he’d just leave and go back to wherever he came from before he’d ruined your quiet night in. His presence was bringing up feelings you had repressed deep into your psyche, and it only got worse as each second passed.

     “You need to caaaalm dooown,” Michael began rubbing his temples with each of his middle fingers as if to say your increased volume was giving him a migraine.

     He sobered up suddenly, walking right up to you to and taking both of your shoulders into his hands. “I’ve told you one thousand times already, sugar. I never meant to upset you when I said that shit. Honestly, I didn’t think you had a problem with anybody knowing.”

     “Well, I did have a problem with it, Michael. What we did-,” you gestured back and forth, referring to the both of you, and the long history you shared before Michael betrayed your trust, “-was private. Personal. It was our thing. And you ruined that by telling everyone. It was so embarrassing, walking into class every day knowing that everybody was staring at me and calling me a ‘dirty whore’ behind my back.” 

     Michael nodded silently at your words, his lips pressed into a thin line. For a split second, you almost thought he took what you said to heart. That maybe you’d even get a genuine apology from him. That was until he leaned into your ear and you felt his warm, inebriated breath trickle down your neck as he spoke.

     “But you’re my dirty whore, right?” 

     You should have known, Langdon was never one for taking things seriously. You shook his palms away from your shoulders, walking to the other side of the room to be as far away from him as possible.

     “You know what? I’m done with this shit, Michael. Get the fuck out of my room. Go find another girl to entertain you for the rest of the night because I’m not the fucking one. Not anymore,” you demanded, crossing your arms against your chest.

     A flicker of sadness danced across his face at your harshness. Had you not been staring a hole into his soul, you wouldn’t have caught it. Michael kept his feet planted on your shaggy area rug, not moving one muscle. He was quiet, for once. The only sound coming from him was his heavy breathing that you assumed was due to your outburst.

     “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” you spat, “Does the magnificent Boy Wonder have nothing to say for once in his fucking life?”

     Michael continued to stare at the floor like his pointed, Louboutin oxfords were the most captivating thing since the invention of the wheel. Maybe you’d actually managed to hit him where it hurt. Maybe the disintegration of your relationship had affected him more than he’d let on. Or maybe, hopefully, he’d finally leave you alone so you could permanently forget about everything that had (or hadn’t) happened between you two.

     “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

     That was all it took. Not even one second later, your favorite, faux-fur rug was covered in vomit. Michael dropped to his knees as he hurled, clutching his heaving stomach to ease the queasy feeling. It was like watching the water at Niagra Falls continuously cascade down its steep drop; you had never seen anyone puke that much in your entire life.

     “Ohh, shit,” you muttered to yourself as you padded your way over to where Michael was sitting on the floor. 

     You suddenly felt bad for Michael. He had tears in his eyes from the strain, and you could feel the fevered hotness of his skin radiating from his blazer. His helplessness compelled you to reach out and stroke his spine comfortingly while he continued to empty his guts out onto your bedroom floor. Michael leaned into your touch, resting the side of his head against your bare thighs to steady himself. 

     “Are you okay?” you asked when the waves of his vomit had subsided.

     “Peachy,” Michael snapped back, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

     As much as you hated him at the moment, the thought of Michael being left alone to tend to his impending hangover filled you with the slightest bit of guilt and pity. You expelled a loud sigh from your throat before you spoke again.

     “You should probably just stay here. I don’t think you should be left alone tonight,” you posed, your tone in great contrast to how you were screaming at him to leave just minutes before. 

     “No, no, no,” Michael stated. His voice was woozy again, still drunk even after all of that puking. “You wanted me to leave, remember?”

     He tried to stand up, planting one of his large hands on your nightstand for leverage, but he stumbled again much like how he had when he first entered your room. You caught him by wrapping your arms around his torso before he could faceplant into the vomit that had pooled at his feet. 

     “Okay, but that was before you threw up everything you’ve eaten in the last week onto my carpet,” you began walking him back to your bed so he could be more stabilized, making sure to avoid the pile of bile, “And I’d rather not walk into another lecture on Monday morning about the dangers of teen drinking when John Henry catches you puking again in the hallway on your way back to your room.”

     Michael let out an unexpected chuckle to himself at your mention of the Hawthorne instructor.

     “I’ve got John Henry under control. You don’t need to worry about him,” he waved his hand in the air nonchalantly, clearly still unable to shake the alcohol from his system, even after the damage he’d just done to your rug.

     “Umm, why?” you asked whilst simultaneously digging through your drawers for a shirt Michael could sleep in.

     He flopped back on the bed, his arms crossing behind his head like a pillow. “We have a little, arrangement, I guess you could say. He definitely won’t be up my ass about anything anytime soon.”

     You paused your rummaging to turn around and give Michael a quizzical expression, confused as to if he was being serious or if it was another one of his drunken rambles. 

     “Well, that’s not entirely true. He will be up my ass. Just in other ways, I suppose.” 

     “You’re disgusting,” you huffed, your fingers finally settling on the sweatshirt you’d been looking for. You wadded up the top and launched it at his face, suddenly wishing it was something much harder than a ball of fabric.

     “Put that on.”

     Michael took the sweatshirt in his hands, his faded vision trying to comprehend where he’d seen it before. It was one of the heather grey gym pullovers that every warlock was given when they arrived at Hawthorne, so he knew it wasn’t yours. He knew it wasn’t his either, because you’d thrown that at him also when you broke things off with him a handful of weeks ago. Which only meant one thing...

     “Where did you get this, Y/N? Whose is this?” he demanded, his body shooting straight up from where he had been laying on your down comforter.

     There was no reason to, but your face immediately flushed with embarrassment. What happened between Michael and you was in the past, even though you often wished it wasn’t. You had to move on, and in some ways, you had. It was what you were supposed to do. You’d hoped he would be too drunk to even notice that it was another warlock’s pullover, but Michael Langdon always had a way of catching you off guard.

     “Don’t worry about it, Michael. Please, just put it on so we can both go to sleep. You’re not wearing your vomit-soaked clothes in my bed.”

     “No. Tell me,” his eyes were pleading for an answer. You could see the rising anger in his chest, how his nostrils flared just slightly with every breath he took.

     “It’s not a big deal, Michael. Seriously. Now put on the fucking sweatshirt before I make you sleep on the floor next to your puke.”

     Michael rolled his eyes at your digression from the subject, wishing he was sober enough to be able to read your thoughts. He made a mental note to do that first thing in the morning. If he would even remember.

     “I’m not wearing your new fuck buddy’s clothes, love. It’s not gonna happen.” 

     That struck a nerve. Just because the relationship between you and Michael never strayed from casual fucking, and lots of it, who was he to imply that that’s all you’ve ever been interested in from other guys? If the supposed Alpha was so good at reading people, why hadn’t he caught on to your own desires?

     “Who said he’s my fuck buddy? Do you not think I’m capable of being in an actual relationship with someone?”

     “Not saying that at all, princess. I just have a feeling there aren’t very many people you’re interested in. Especially not a warlock anyway,” he said disparagingly.

     (Well, shit. Maybe he was good at reading people.)

     “Honestly, I’m tired of arguing with you. Can you please just take off your clothes so we can both get some sleep?” you jeered, utterly exhausted at just the presence of the tall blonde.

     “Mmmm, yes ma’am,” Michael replied, wiggling his brows at you flirtatiously. He seemed to have forgotten about his bubbling rage for a brief moment. Of course, that’s where his train of thought went to.

     You didn’t even have the energy to fire back, you simply rolled your eyes at the mess of a boy in front of you with your arms crossed sternly at your chest. It got your point across.

     Michael huffed a low, “fine, but I’m not wearing the fucking sweatshirt” under his breath before he began fumbling for the necktie that had come completely untied at this point. He tried to take off his blazer, but got caught in the thick fabric and began helplessly trying to shrug it off of his broad shoulders.

     “You’re pathetic, Langdon,” you groaned, trudging over to where Michael was sitting on the bed to help him shake the remainder of his unkempt uniform. 

     He was tired now, seemingly floating in and out of consciousness as he tried to keep his heavy eyelids open. When you finally unlatched the last button of his undershirt and your fingers gently grazed the dip of his protruding collarbone, you paused. Just weeks ago, this action would have brought you great joy, a spout of arousal seeping from your core at what was to follow. But for some reason, this evoked a twinge of sadness in your heart. Michael wasn’t yours anymore. He wasn’t yours to touch, wasn’t yours to think about. Despite the suggestive things Michael had said throughout the evening, you knew it was the alcohol speaking on his behalf. He certainly didn’t feel the same way you did about him. You were nothing more to him than a hole to be filled, as he’d let the entire school know it.

     You snapped out of your daze after hearing a loud hiccup escape from Michael’s lips. He chuckled like a child at the high-pitched sound it made, only causing you to roll your eyes at him for the millionth time tonight.

     “Okay, you’re good,” you said to him whilst giving him a gentle pat on the cheek, “Go to sleep.”

     Michael nodded sheepishly, falling back to rest his head on the extra pillow at the head of your bed. He seemed to fall asleep almost instantly as his hiccups subsided and were replaced with small snores that trickled out of his open mouth with each breath. 

     You walked around to your side of the bed and crawled in, savoring the cool satin of your sheets and the feeling of being off of your feet again. As you threw the duvet cover over both yourself and Michael, you considered stuffing a body pillow in between the two of you. Assuming he was far too intoxicated to even think about trying to pull anything, you opted against it. You’d most definitely wake before him anyway. By the looks of it, he’d surely sleep until well on the next evening.

     Just as you felt the beacon of sleep crawling towards you, you remembered the overflow of vomit on the floor next to your bed, as it was beginning to smell more and more foul. With droopy eyelids, a half-hearted wave of your wrist and a low mutter of Latin under your breath, the stain evaporated.

     Michael stirred at the commotion, swimming about in the excess of the duvet to turn towards you.

     “Y/N?” he beckoned, not even bothering to lift his head from the pillow or open his eyes as he spoke.

     You didn’t answer, seeing as it would most likely be another attempt to piss you off with his intoxicated bullshit.

     “I’m sorry,” he muffled through scrunched up cheeks and the material of his pillow.

     “For what?” you asked him. For interrupting your quiet night in with his nonsense? For puking on your floor?

     “I just wanted everyone to know you were mine.”

     It felt borderline cruel, the way he’d been talking all night. This was no different. He’d sworn up and down that all your relationship ever was was casual, but everything he said in the last hour, regardless of whether or not he meant it, seemed to contradict that statement.

     Before you could question him further, although you were almost positive you knew what he was referring to and that he wasn’t being truthful, he had fallen back asleep. His breathing evened out and his body stiffened, succumbing to his drunken slumber.

     But it was alright. You wouldn’t have known how to respond anyway.

//

     Your brain paid no mind to the fact that it was the weekend, as your biological clock withdrew you from your sleep at a rather early hour. Especially given that you’d spent a lengthy amount of time tending to the presumably hungover Boy Wonder that was fast asleep next to you. As you motioned upwards to outstretch your stiff limbs, you realized your body was being constricted by an overbearing force.

     Michael’s arms. 

     In the midst of his slumber, or most likely, on purpose, he had found his way over to your side of the bed. Go figure. Michael had his lanky, toned forearms wrapped tightly around your middle and his head nestled comfortably in between your shoulder blades. You felt the ends of his golden blonde curls just slightly tickling the back of your neck each time he took a breath. 

     You could move. Shake yourself out of his grasp or shove him back over to his side of the bed, or even kick him out of your room and send him back to his own. But a handful of reasons kept you from doing so. 

     For starters, he had certainly had a long night. Him puking on your carpet was only the aftermath of what you had assumed was an extremely eventful evening, meaning he could definitely use the sleep. 

     Second, you couldn’t help but be reminded of how things used to be with Michael. There were only a handful of times that you ever slept together through the night, but when you did, you savored every moment. He was much softer when he slept, a great contrast to how harsh he had always been with you earlier on in the evening, when he had you on your knees, forcing his length down your throat, making you gag on your own saliva as well as his cock while he fucked your face with no mercy whatsoever. He cuddled into you like a child does their teddy bear when he slept, tangling his limbs with yours, tucking his head into the crook of your shoulder. The first few times you’d woken up being practically smothered by Michael’s body on yours he’d tried to play it off, tried to pretend like he hadn’t meant to grab onto you at all. After you’d failed to show any type of discomfort, he stopped making excuses and shamelessly grappled onto you as often as he could. You loved it quite a bit more than you were willing to admit, hence why, right now, you opted to stay put. If lying here for an extra 20 minutes was the closest you would ever be to Michael again, so be it.

     And you really hoped he was comfortable, because much to your chagrin, his sharp hip bone was digging into your back. At least you thought it was his hip bone until you accidentally shifted in the sheets and you heard a quiet, hoarse moan spill from Michael’s lips.

     To test whether or not your movement and Michael’s subsequent groaning was a mere coincidence, you rolled your hips back again. Another quiet, but more forceful mewl evoked from Michael’s chest, the vibrations muffling against the cotton of your t-shirt. 

     Now you knew it definitely wasn’t his hip bone. You had been grinding yourself against his impressively hard morning wood, and just the mere thought of it already had you worked up. The girth, the thick, prominent vein that ran along the underside, the way that Michael had the ability to split you in half with it, skewering you onto him until you saw stars. You needed more. To hear his pants and groans while you worked him over and over as you had many times in the past.

     Pushing the boundaries even further, you swiveled your hips back once more, this time further back and harder against him. This time, all you got was a low-register grunt.

     “Are you having fun?”

     His deep, baritone voice filled you with shock, and a little with panic. You’d thought for sure he had been sleeping, as he’d barely even moved the entire time you’ve been awake thus far. Unsure of how to respond, you laid frozen in his arms.

     Michael resituated himself on the bed, pulling you closer into him so that he had a better grip around your waist and his cock was pressed firmly against your backside.

     “I know you’re not asleep,” he beckoned, slowly trailing his fingers up your stomach and then down again, stopping just before he reached the flimsy waistband of your panties.

     “I can smell you.”

     “C’mon, Y/N,” Michael teased as his hand crept lower and lower until the pad of his middle finger barely grazed over the fabric that rested above your clit. 

     “Don’t you want to play?”

     He pressed down on your panties gently, eliciting the smallest of whines on your part. You jutted your hips forward in an attempt to grind yourself harder onto his fingers, which did not go unnoticed by Langdon. He clicked his tongue in your ear.

     “Not so fast, little witch,” he paused, “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn,” he emphasized with a harsh roll of his hips into your ass. 

     “Michael, please,” you begged, fighting a moan as he began circling his calloused fingers through your folds. 

     You could feel your heart beating in your ears, and the flickering of an addictive fire simmering low in your belly. Michael was breathing heavily down your neck, focusing his concentration on your throbbing clit and each desperate sound that weaseled its way up your throat and through your now parched lips.

     He clicked his tongue in your ear in disapproval of your begging.

     “As I recall, you used to enjoy this,” he mocked, “The chase. The build-up.”

     He paused to pull your panties to the side and plunge his index and middle fingers inside of you.

     “My fingers.”

     Michael quickly withdrew them from your heat, but not without another whine from you. He brought them to his lips slowly, savoring the taste of your sickly sweet saccharine that he’d been denied of for quite some time now. You heard him moan obscenely as he lolled his tongue around his digits, sending another bout of arousal through you, and your patience over the edge.

     “Are you done being dramatic?” you posed, the annoyance evident in your voice.

     It was obvious where this was going. Why waste any more time?

     Your words seemed to have angered Michael, as he abruptly shoved you onto your stomach and straddled your waist all in one, fluid movement. His cock rocked against your ass firmly when he situated himself so that he was hovering just above your face, his silky curls tickling the exposed part of your shoulder.

     “What the matter, princess?” he taunted, snaking his arm under your neck so that he could jerk you upwards by the jaw, forcing you to lift your head from the pillow he had just shoved you down onto.

     “Does your new boyfriend not know how to treat a lady?” 

     Michael wiggled his other hand around your middle to toy with your clit through your soaking wet panties once more. You mewled against his tight hold on you, struggling to breathe as he seemed to push his fingers even more harshly against the pressure point on your throat and harder against your swollen bud.

     “Or did you just forget everything I taught you?”

     Michael released his grip from your throat, hands moving south to yank your underwear from your legs. You were left clothed in only the oversized t-shirt you slept in.

     He took your ass in hands, kneading the warm mounds of flesh in circles, admiring the beauty beneath him. As he parted your cheeks, you felt his thumb creep downwards. He began to rub you in circles, from your sticky folds where cum oozed slowly from your core and up to the puckering ring of your asshole. Michael pressed down gently on the skin there each time he returned to it, savoring the exaggerated pants that left your lungs. 

     “God, Michael,” you moaned against the pillow, fighting tears of frustration and lust.

     He was right. All of your hookups since Michael couldn’t compare the racy nights you spend with him, where he teased you for hours, making sure you were a wet, sobbing mess before brutally fucking you into the squeaky, springy mattress in his dorm. You had missed this, but you felt like you might implode if he didn’t do something to ease the aching between your legs, and fast.

     “Oh, come on, Y/N. You know better than that.”

     From behind you, you heard the sound of Michael tugging his boxer briefs from his hips. Everything inside of you wanted to turn around and look, to see his impressively hard cock bobbing freely against the skin below his navel just before he rammed it inside of you, but you feared he’d only draw out the process further if he caught you gawking.

     “There isn’t a God on this earth that could keep you from me.”

     “Then what’s stopping you now? Hmm?”

     Michael chuckled at your poor attempt to snide him before parting your cheeks again, this time to run his cock through the folds of your pussy and against the quivering ring of your asshole. He made sure you were nice and ready for him, although the overflow of sticky juices that had pooled in between your closed legs spoke for itself.

     Your eyes screwed shut as Michael entered you, your fingers moving to pinch the silky fabric of the pillowcase beneath you. He moved slowly, only pressing in an inch at a time. The stretch was unbearable, as Michael was endowed with a cock that was incompatible with any other man you had been with. Even when you two fucked regularly, it was never easy to adjust to his massive size.

     When Michael filled you to the hilt and stretched you to your full capacity, he began to rock his hips into your ass. His thrusts were shallow at first, but still caused your breath to hitch in the back of your throat each time he bottomed out. He quickly set a new pace, withdrawing himself further and further until he was repeatedly slamming the entire length of his delicious, oozing cock into your dripping cunt without regard to the small tears that were now falling freely from your eyes at the sheer pleasure that consumed your entire body.

     Just when you thought you couldn’t feel any more full with the brazen boy’s illustrious cock, Michael dug his fingers into your hipbones and lifted your backside up, forcing you to bring your knees inward and press the top half of your body even further into the sheets. Your glistening hole was now on full display for him, giving him the chance to penetrate your walls even deeper than you imagined possible. You tried grasping onto the pillowcase even harder, but not even your white-knuckled vice grip could soothe the overwhelming build of pressure pooling inside of you below your tummy.

     “Michael,” you whined, embarrassed by the desperation in your tone.

     “Don’t you dare, slut,” he scolded, giving your ass one firm, blistering smack, “Not until I say.”

     His punishment made you cry out and sent another pool of fresh tears from your eyes as you tried your best to give him an obedient nod of your head. It felt good to be taken care of again. 

     By the shakiness in his voice, you could tell he was rearing his own end. His thrusts began to fall out of line with his previously remorseless pace and his breathing was becoming more and more erratic by the second. You felt him twitching inside of you, his cock begging for release each time he pounded into the warm, tight hole of yours that he had missed so dearly. He’d never tell, but the pillowy folds and spongy, welcoming walls of your pussy was his favorite by far.

     “Fuck, Y/N,” he managed to spurt in between thrusts.

     You felt his body heat radiating down onto you, heightening the pleasurable burn inside of you. Michael was panting and moaning and gasping, and his hold on your hips grew so intense that you were almost convinced he’d drawn blood with the crescent-shaped indents left behind by his nails.

     You couldn’t take it any longer.

     “Michael, can I please cum?”  you cried, your sweaty hair trashing against the pillow as you tried to hold out for him.

     “What did I just fucking say?” he spat.

     “You cum when I tell you to cum.”

     His pace quickened suddenly. He began skewering his cock into you as fast and as violently as he could manage. When his hips smacked into your ass particularly harshly, he stilled. Michael’s release was accompanied by a throaty groan. He milked himself in your heat as you felt the thick, rope-like strings of his cum coating your walls.

     “Are you fucking kidding me?” you whined.

     Before you even had the chance to complain about Michael denying you of your release, he flipped you over, looking you in the eyes for the first time this entire morning.

     “When have I ever not taken care of you?” he posed before snaking his body down the bed and stopping when his head reached what laid between your open legs.

     He licked a broad, flat stripe up your pussy, eliciting a gasp from you. You watched as he circled your clit with his tongue, your eyes making contact with the vibrant sapphire of his own. Michael was smirking against your folds as he mouthed at them, getting off on the knowledge that he was the only one that could ever see the pretty faces you were making now. He was certain no other boy had the skill or willingness to see you fall apart, with your eyes glued shut, back arching almost unnaturally as you cried out with passion, on their tongue.

     Your fingers went to his hair, which was matted to his forehead with the sweat he’d accumulated from splitting you in two just moments ago. You tugged on the curls nestled against his scalp, wanting him to be suffocated by your heat, not able to breathe even the slightest of breaths. And he let you. He burrowed his tongue into your core, his jaw now covered in your slick and nose now pressed snuggly against your clit. Chants of his name echoed loudly against the cinderblock walls of your dorm. You sure hoped no one was awake yet. 

     “Are you ready to cum now?” Michael asked, licking another tantalizing stripe through your cunt.

     As he lifted his lips from your pussy to speak and dipped back down again, you saw the pearly milk of his own release swirling about on the pad of his tongue. He’d been catching it as it dripped out of you, which only spurred you on even further.

     All you could muster was a pathetic, half nod of your chin. Your thighs were beginning to tremble and you could barely keep your head up to see the magic Michael was working in between your legs.

     “Then cum,” Michael beckoned.

     “Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue.

     You came directly after he granted you permission, the juices of your cunt soaking Michael as he continued to tug on your clit with his lips through your orgasm. You contracted around him as he held your hips down with his hands, becoming overstimulated almost immediately after you came down from your high. 

     Michael climbed on top of you, wiping the excess of your release from his chin as best as he could. He lowered himself to your face again, taking in the glowing sheen that now adorned your cheeks.

     “You are so beautiful,” he spoke aloud before crashing his lips against yours.

     His teeth clashed against your own and you could taste the remnants of his cum left behind in his mouth. Michael held onto your jaw as he pulled back, pulling the flushed skin of your bottom lip gently with his thumb. 

     “You taste like vomit,” you jabbed, shoving him off of you and onto the empty space beside you on the bed.

     Michael chuckled softly at your dig, placing a hand over his heart. 

     “And you really know how to ruin a moment. Don’t you?”

     He missed you and these little moments you shared after fucking each other’s brains out. He wished there was something he could do to get them back. Forever this time. No more “no strings attached.” No more casual fucks. He wanted you to be his and his only. But he had fucked up so badly that he wasn’t sure there was anything he could do to bring that to fruition.

     Little did he know, you were thinking the exact same thing.

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[tarot28]

Day in my life :)

Hi I’m in midterm season and like deep into the semester right now, but I have plans to ramp up my activity soon.

In the mean time I wanted to make an outline of my daily routine and practices that I try to include every day, more for myself just so that maybe I can look back on this and see what worked and didn’t or see how things change and progress.  In italics I put the parts that are more relevant to my spiritual health.

Morning I usually have to work or be logged on by 830 or 9 every morning so I try to wake up around 7 or 730.  Depending on the day and like my mental/emotional state the order of events changes but here we go :)

I start with a workout three or four days a week, but if I really don’t feel like it then I don’t push it too much.  I’m really trying to be more gentle and accepting with myself because I don’t want to add stress to my already tentatively balanced work-college-tarot life, even if working out calms my body and mind down for the day.  If I don’t workout, I stay in bed for a little bit and check in with myself and do like a quick meditation either from bed or the shower.  I eat breakfast and then get everything set up for the day so that I don’t have to try to rush to log on to everything at the last minute.  I also make a big cup of tea and put it in a travel mug for my commute upstairs and I make it super duper hot.  I love tea because it just feels kinda witchy and I can’t handle my caffeine so coffee is kinda out of the question. 

After I eat and set up, I hop in the shower and get dressed pretty quickly because my time management skills still need a little work.  Work is usually slow for the first half hour so I write down like three or so intentions for the day.  These are just brief statements about how I want my day to go or things I want out of the day. 

Late Morning/Afternoon Work, classes, more work it’s fine it’s that online remote learning mid day rush, so I try to pack my schedule and be as productive as I can in the work day.  I make sure that I ground myself by taking the time to breathe while I cook lunch and half listen to my class.

Evening By this time my parents are home from work, so I usually pick 3 or 4 assignments to do downstairs that don’t take up all my attention.  Social health is lackingggg big time but I get it where I can right now.  I make sure that I eat without my phone or laptop around so that food and meal time remains something that’s more grounding than other events in my day.  After dinner I stay downstairs and work through the assignments the best I can.

Night I usually go back upstairs around 9 and finish up a couple more assignments.  By 11 at the latest I get ready for bed.  In the same notebook that I write my intentions for the day I make a list of things I’m grateful for underneath the intentions to kind of close out the day.  Then I decide to be the worst and get on instagram for a half hour or so. BUT then if I feel like I need it, I do another short meditation or breathing exercise, which has been happening a little more frequently than usual because mental health is like under siege a little and I’m doing what I can to mitigate :) 

Take aways/summary/feelingssss Soooo thanks for reading but the main strategy and mindset I have going into constructing my daily routine is like doing what is helpful but not too much effort.  If something isn’t helpful then I know I won’t stick to it because I love instant gratification.  Also I have a lot on my plate and I don’t want stress to come from things that are supposed to alleviate stress from my daily life.  

Lastly, I’m in a place where I feel like my routine is where I want it so I’m going to start adding readings in, so stay tuned for that.  The reason I kinda dropped off of doing readings was because it was taking time and effort (mental/emotional) away from other aspects of my life that needed it wayyy more and I’m glad I recognized that but I’m ready to get going again.  Also to end on a real but depressing note (a downerrrrr lol sorry not sorry this is important) I recently went through a period in the past week and a half where I lost a major support person in my life and realized that I want to be the source of my own stability in my life and I think I’ve got my health-conducive routine down and I love reading tarot because it’s empowering for me and I love helping people where I can.  Lmao I’m rambling but essentially, I’m ready to step forward and step into myself :)

Sending so much love and good vibes to everybody <3 L

[aurelia-studies]

Back to school prep - 10 tips to help you out :)

So, September is just around the corner and the summer is coming to an end. For some of you, this means going back to school/college and facing all the stress that comes with it. These are just a few tips to help you out before the new school year. 

petit disclaimer - this post is particularly aimed at Sixth Form / College students (UK) as this is the extent of my experience (although I’m sure they can be applied to other ages/schools). These tips are not at all intended to shame anyone w/ a disorganised study space etc. and they will not work for everyone, but if you’re worried about the new school year, they could be of some help.

 I’d love to see any of your additions/suggestions! :))

★ optimise your study space : so it’s been a while since school. naturally, the desk (or wherever you like to do your work) is not its cleanest. It doesn’t have to be pristine studyblr white (unless that’s your cup of tea), but make it usable. Take everything off the worktop, give it a clean and only put back the things that need to be there. 

★ sort out your school supplies : this doesn’t necessarily mean buying 15 new notebooks and an assortment of highlighters etc... (although lord knows I love getting new stationery) organise what you have and make a list of things you need. if you’re unsure what/how many you need, wait until the first week of term before buying new folders/notebooks (although make sure you have the essential pens, paper etc for the first day so you don’t turn up empty-handed and give your teachers the wrong impression)

★ summer reading : if you read all your required reading at the beginning of the holidays, chances are you’ve forgotten what half of it was about. If you have time, skim read again, or look up the plot synopsis / key points on SparkNotes (or a similar website). The same goes for if you’ve left your reading till the last minute (hey, we’ve all been there) - try and get through as much as you can and google the key points you may have missed.

★ get a new planner : (my favourite bit) buy a new diary or academic planner, download a calendar app just for studying or make some back to school spreads in your bullet journal. If you want some flexibility but don’t like the idea of a bullet journal, maybe try some printables ( @emmastudies​ has some really good ones). Either way, set up something where you can write down all your term dates, deadlines and extra-curriculars. Trust me, you’ll need somewhere to note down all the deadlines - they accumulate pretty fast.

★ fix your sleep schedule : if you’re anything like me, the summer holiday means late nights and long lie-ins and the back to school season comes with the shock of waking up wayyy earlier than you’re used to. Try to plan ahead by going to bed and waking up a few minutes earlier each day. Also, you could try to stay active during ‘school hours’ by studying, going out to see friends, or exercising (so the first day back isn’t so much of a shock to the system).

★ sort out your back to school wardrobe : This doesn’t necessarily mean buying new clothes but if, like me, you’re in England, ‘back to school’ means Autumn and a lot more rain. This time of year I always go through my wardrobe and get all my autumnal clothes out of storage to replace all the summery ones. You might also need to check your school’s dress code for any ~forbidden~ items. Schools vary in how strict they are when it comes to clothes and they can change from year to year; some allow anything except open-toed shoes, others require office wear only - don’t be the guy who turns up in flip-flops on the first day only to be sent home to change. If you’re feeling extra organised, plan out what you’re going to wear for the first week back.

★ find out your new timetable : This isn’t a necessity, and they aren’t always available before term-time but I like to be warned in advance that I’ll have to stay an extra hour every Wednesday for History (me this year lmao) and it makes me feel a little less anxious now that I know where I’ll be going for what. Also, find out what teachers you’ll be having for different topics and, if you haven’t had them before, ask some other students what they’re like. Again, it’s nice to have an advance warning that your new Theology teacher is really strict etc.

★ catch up with friends : maybe there are some people you didn’t manage to meet over summer for whatever reason - drop them a text! This is the last time for a while that you’re absolutely free of school commitments so make the most of it. 

★ set some goals : kind of self-explanatory, but have a think about what you want to achieve this term or this year and write them down! These goals are completely personal and can be anything from ‘get a B on the next French assignment’ or ‘ask for a solo in Jazz band’ to ‘go out more with friends’ or ‘spend less time on tumblr’. They can be as vague or specific as you like. They don’t have to be academic; they can be related to your mental health, wellbeing or social life. Having something written down to aim towards can help you boost your motivation :))

★ pack that backpack : (the most obvious ‘tip’, I know, but I wanted to make it to 10 and i’m dumb) Now that you’ve organised your stationery, bought a new planner, and you know what subjects you’ll be doing, put it all in the backpack (or whatever bag thing you’re using for school).  I can’t count the number of times I’ve gone looking for something in my bag only to pull out 12 irrelevant objects (often rubbish). The best thing is to pack the bare essentials and keep on top of it! And do this the night before!! there is always bound to be something you forget first time round so give yourself an extra day to sort it all out.

Yo I hope these helped :))) I’d love it if you added any of your own tips & tricks for dealing with the back to school season !

~ aurelia x

[mintchocolateships]

Julian for the shipping meme? 💞

thank youuu ♥ :)

falls asleep on the couch

Julian never does it on purpose, but it happens out of pure exhaustion. I would try to carry him to bed but tbh his limbs are too tol and long.

makes friends with the neighbors

Julian is somehow friends with everyone in town, and I’d guess that he’s pretty close with our neighbors. 

is the adventurous eater

Me, Julian is a little picky. He’ll try anything once though.

hogs the covers at night

I do, honestly he’s one of my only f/os that I don’t actually cuddle with that much at night. He sleeps in the starfish position, limbs everywhere and I don’t have a chance to get close lmao.

forgets to do the dishes

Because he’s out of the house so often for work, I’m usually left with the house chores, but I forget to do them most of the time. Julian would do anything I asked him to when he gets home though.

tries to surprise their partner more often

The dramatic doctor boi loves to surprise me.

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

Me, bc I’m so forgetful oof.

stays up til 2 AM reading

Both of us,,, we both have the absolute worst sleep schedules. Ilya is a workaholic and needs to be dragged to bed, and sometimes drugged (with mazelinka’s soup) to go to sleep. I just have insomnia and just like to stay up late. We’re disasters together and we live off of coffee.

sings in the shower

We both do, but Julian is wayyy louder. He has a theater voice ^^

takes the selfies

Julian’s selfies are always too blurry, so he leaves that to me. I stick to mirror selfies so that both of us can fit in the frame.

plans date night

Julian always comes up with the most romantic ideas, so him.