#love that daya made it here twice

[cakesexuality]

Thinking about this second ED program intake and I'm

[silvermuffins]

Pokemon Scarlet Livblog! Part 7!

I have a goal of accomplishing three objectives in one part. Also the war with my E ky ragees on.

We lft off at thee Levincia lighthouse! oh tumblr is glitching.

A random trainer battle was like "Hey! Wanna buy this?" and I felt sure I was about to b faced with a poke-mlm scheme or a cryptobro.

Anyway, Rolycoly. Gonna name you Lizard. I actually want to complete the dex in this game, it's insane. Chank the Cufant. Plyfon the Voltorb. Oh! A Varoom! You'r Ponk now.

Picnic....which of cours mans naptime. Oh my gosh Pebbles sleeps on top of her hammer. She also now gets mad if I try to clean it. Today w are making a fruit bonanza sandwich, with lots of banana, and also...strawberry, apple, kiwi, pineapple. And whipped cream, marmelade, jam, and butter. Barely held together, the game was glitching graphically, and i lost a berry, but i got it!

special fire tera kirlia! with volt absorb...oooh. Now how to catch without killing...fuck i need to hope. OKay I broke tera. Crit capture! Okay! You're Palermo!

heey Arven tell me about the local Beast. oh hey he's being nicr about Koraidon. Okay, i found an exit (there is a cave too step to walk into)...there's a distinct Area in front of m and supposeedly thre's an amazing pokemon here but my marker's a ways west...

Well. I definitely see whre the herb hollow is gonna be. ?!?! Holy shit, shooting stars?!

one break for some christmas shopping latr, w're back! And I think I found the titan. Man from up on the watchtower this whole area is caves. Orthworm?! Don't mind Jupe oneshotting it. Twice.

Okay! Time to be sad again! As pr usual Koraidon want snac. Arven is getting less angy. Ooh! I get More Jump, thank god! So the remaining two are "climb stuff" and "glide", neat.

HELP ARVEN IS SO CUTE once again sada how do you know. Actually how does Arven keeep knowing when I'm somewhere near a titan? Nemona is stalking m and Cassiopeia has a tracker in my phone, but Arven and Sada...

Excellent, got into a battle with an Orthworm. Your name is Nood. Excellent, Ankles is volving, can swap out for Chonkster. FOUND GOOMY. Finoo.

I have reached Zapapico! Gonna take down Atticus soon....once I decide which Pokemon to use for that. Poison, so I want steel and ground... Town explored, found Torkoal! Kettelmint. What's this? Glimmet? You'll b Dohrts. Aaaa so many caves around here! Where am I now?'

sir if your baby is due any day now WHY AR YOU IN A HOLE OKAY i think I'v xplord almost vry hol in the ground. Now then. Atticus. I mean, Pebbles is a must, Sotero is a shoe-in, too. Daya hasn't done much in a while and will have levels if nothing else.

oh yah Clive is here. Kind of wish these cutscenes didn't move me, I am lost again. Love that you can se the trees all graffiti'd up. Oh goddammit you're a Zorua? I thought you were an Impidimp! Oh well. Oh fuck you the Oranguru is a Zorua too??? Okay YOU'RE a real Impidimp! Hraivin! And a real Oranguru, running into a wall for some reason. you're Galatz.

Found the base! Oh no, there's a kid. Listen to the kid, my guy, he seems to know what's up. ...awww this is the gamer base? KID WHO ARE YOU. ???? HY CLIVE NO I want in on the chitchat!

Navi squad....playing video games.... They totally named themselves after a certain fairy, didn't they. Ooh, atticus designed their outfits? And he's a bit of a maverick...

Oh my god this nerd. Oh my god he's in fucking cosplay. And now the car. ...wait h actually sent out a Pokmon it's not JUST the car this time? It's clearly the same Pokemon that's ON th car...maybe this is a bug. Or is that just...a diffrent Revavroom? Bc now Muk...okay yah it was a different Revavroom. This is a war of attrition.

oh....that's what h looks like under there. What a handsome fellow. such pretty eyes.....and of course, he was bullied. I LOVE THESE KIDS......i want to protect them.

ok no seriously can i just defeat all five bases and be the new boss and take over the world i don't want to destroy their safe space

so Team Star made it so a lot of bullied kids could go back to school... No big boss means no tam star means no good going back to school. Nobody has actually sen or met the big boss? Cassiopeia grows more and more sus.

A bullied recluse. Penny???

yeah mr director you're pretty out of touch

i am Hurting

Yes, Cassiopeia. Enlighten me. What are we aiming to achieve? Take down the big boss, okay, I could have guessed that. There has to be more to this. OKAY everything is good now Penny is here!

Taking the big boss down will protect Penny's treasure...

Alright. Next....i ascend the peak, tackle the ghost gym, then had south for the psychic. Then I'll do the desert titan and Eri's squad...then it's just ice, fairy, and dragon, thn the capstones to each plot.

Okay I have consulted the Nebula and I am gonna approach Icefuck Mountain from the west. Which is Medali. i have the correct west this time. Once we download an update.

Found a Cetoddle oh my gosh look at it. Baby. ...o.o okay so i just watched the baby eat a vigoroth. So, your name will be Slotheater.

ah heck that's probably my worst sandwich yet...oh this is not where I'm meant to be. OH I FOUND A DITTO. You'll be Fred. Okay now we are properly en route to the ghost gym! I have also been advised to do Ortega before Eri so we're doing it that way now. TOEDSCOOL i am not going to kill it this time! You're gonna be Hogus.

Got it~ Okay and then we go up icefuck mountain, because it just isn't an rpg without at least one icefuck mountain. Chonkstr finally evolved, we'll get a level on Vani before we swap out. Next we need...sunkern, kricketot, and rookidee, then happiny, since som of those will happen real quick. Bob is only here to fill my dex so I'm using a sun stone right away. The rookidee is going to take a while, though...okay that's the cricket, so it'll be Happiny next.

There's Sunny's evolution! Now just gotta befriend this brat and level up and she'll evolve again. ...oh that was fast, turns out three baths and a yummy sammich will do it. So Azurill is next! Let's try the same techniqu for friendship....

I JUST FOUND SIX EGGS IN MY BASKET AT ONCE?

Okay Balto has evolved once, and Orb will be an Azumarill in no time....if it ver warms up to me. Hm. Happiny went much faster. THERE we go. One more level and Azumarill. doot! I don't hav a Surskit, never went back for on, so nxt is Buizel. And I think i'll actually start heading up Icefuck Mountain now.

OKAY up th airy mountain down th rushy glen! Nanze the.....first ice typ Jupe dosn't murdr. Snover. Mechalli the Sneasel. Koeagal the Cubchoo. Havdy the Bergmite. Camdycor the Snorunt. Tachulca the Delibird.

Oh, sure, THAT'S a safe place to be (on a narrow cliff, over about a million foot drop, in a blizzard, cornred by a floatzel)

aaaaaaa this cliff doesn't go anywhere

[ALL SCREAMING]

it's fine we're fine

AAAAAAA I FELL OFF A DIFFERENT CLIFF

what is tatsugiri it's strong wait is that th psudo

im gonna name you Maya. Ooh and here's a boy to name Tatsuya, because I am An Nerd. I think this is yt anothr version? nope it is not. Oh but THIS is! This on can b Lisa.

wherever th hll I am is th prettiest picnic spot. One horrifically spicy sammich later...

there is a cav hre...what's inside? Pokemon. Frigibax. You can be Zartd. Oops nvermind, you faintd and thre isn't another here. Ah! Mermert volved! Swapped for Psyduck. Whoa, hello Hawlucha! Annnd it died. Found anothr one you can b Rhumbacho.

We are going to fly back to Glaseado's Grasp bc otherwise im stuck here...thr's a wild flaron just chillin here....oops i killd it. Gonna ned this lady snorunt. Zaleet.

How the hell do I gt where I'm going??? Oh well. This femal Glaceon could be my tickt to more eeveelutions. You'll thusly b Mamedar

I MADE IT. Oooh, hypr training is back? oh! this sushi place has an xclusiv menu! Whether or not I accomplish my third objcetive today depends entirly one the gym test.

[fangirlshrewt97]

About The Two Of Us

Well folks, @burningsheepcrown​ did it yet again. So this fic can be considered a follow up to yesterday’s piece. I hope you guys like it. And God I really hope this is not the start of a series, but you lot my bully me in that direction anyways. 

Here’s the prompt doodle, what cuties, right??? 

Thanks to @jjwolfesworld for the title!

Also, apologies if I missed any typos. 

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Dhruva hummed in appreciation as the first taste of coffee hit his tongue.

“Still doing your crazy early morning runs, huh? I really thought I would have tired you out yesterday.”

Dhruva hid his smile in the rim of his mug. “I won’t lie, it was exceptionally difficult to get up, but I was already awake, so might as well. Plus, there really is something energizing about seeing the sunrise, you should try it sometime.”

Daya made a noise of disgust that had Dhruva chuckling. He turned away from his window to lean against the counter, watching as Daya rummaged through his cupboards till he made a triumphant sound and emerged with another ceramic mug. And then he frowned when he couldn’t find a coffeepot.

“Where’s your coffee pot?”

Dhruva’s shoulders shook with silent laughter as he placed his own coffee on the counter and moved to Daya’s side, grabbing his mug from him. “I don’t have one, how many times have I said that the coffee tastes better when you use the filter.” Daya pouted, and God help him, Dhruva really wanted to pull him in by the drawstrings of the hoodie and kiss at his protruding lip. 

Instead he busied himself with pouring the ground coffee liquid into the milk pot, mixing the liquid until it was a dark brown, and transferred it to the mug. He then grabbed the sugar and was about to add two teaspoons, when he paused. “You still take it with sugar?”

Dhruva could feel Daya’s gaze burning the side of his face. “I do.”

Dhruva nodded and mixed the sugar, suddenly feeling off kilter. He handed him the mug, shivering as their fingers brushed. Clearing his throat, he grabbed his own mug, finishing the contents and placing the cup in the sink before turning on the stove. “Sit, there is still time for breakfast before you are expected at the station.”

Except Daya didn’t do that. He reached across from Dhruva and turned off the stove again before wrapping himself around Dhruva’s back, nuzzling against his neck. Dhruva swallowed the groan. Oh how many times had he fantasized about this moment.

“I’ve not changed that much you know.” Daya finally said. Dhruva stiffened. “Dhruva-”

Dhruva shook his head, but was too selfish to push Daya away. They needed to have this conversation, even if Dhruva would rather stab himself. “Daya, I don’t- I’m sorry.”

Daya sighed heavily, leaning his forehead against Dhruva’s nape. They stayed like that for a short eternity, Dhruva’s heart threatening to give out the whole time. Because yesterday had been unexpected, a side effect of the smoke that had curled around them, last night everything Dhruva had not dared to dream of, but today, in the light of the sun, reality was knocking at their door.

Finally Daya took a step back, and Dhruva had to bite back his whimper at the loss of points of contact. Daya didn’t shift far though, just enough to put some space between them. He nudged at Dhruva’s hip so the man would turn, and then enclosed him in the bracket of his arms.

Daya was still lovely, his assessment from yesterday still stood. Here, in his kitchen in the house that still felt so impersonal, Daya’s mere presence rendered it closer to home than it had felt in the last five years. His hair was bed-rumpled, but his eyes were alert, and still capable of penetrating down to Dhruva’s very core. Daya’s shoulders seemed twice as broad as his own, his chest so solid it felt like it would anchor Dhruva against any storm.

Dhruva kept his own gaze fixed on the small silver dollar of Daya’s necklace that was peeking out of the hoodie. He took in a deep breath and talked, afraid he would never be able to say the words otherwise. And whatever the outcome, Daya deserved a proper explanation. “I got scared Daya. I felt like things were working out so well for once in my life, and it terrified me. I got the offer for the promotion, and I was so sure this was the universe’s way of telling me to leave, to get out. To leave before you broke my heart because you realized how broken and damaged I was. You were changing and growing and my god, it was breath-taking to see you transform into such a wonderful man. You deserved someone who matched that, and it was not me. I felt myself stagnating, and it scared me so much. You used to look at me with so much happiness and playfulness and I just didn’t feel like I could match up. So I left, and ended up breaking both our hearts.”

The silence following Dhruva’s speech was heavy, foreboding.

“Have you been with anyone else since you came here?” Daya asked, and it wasn’t what he was expecting but Dhruva shook his head. Besides the fact that he buried himself in his work, his heart was too shattered to contemplate the idea of another relationship. “One night, with a girl whose name I don’t even remember. I was so drunk, it was so irresponsible. I left in the middle of the night, and I was so ashamed.”

Daya hummed. Dhruva felt the bile rise in his throat but he asked the words anyways. “You?”

Daya shrugged. “Nothing that lasted more than a night. I was so angry when you left, at you for not giving us a chance. At myself for not stopping you. At the universe for taking you away from me. I practically reverted to who I was before you. It took waking up on the beach, half naked, and surrounded by my own vomit to realize that I wouldn’t let you break me. Maruti and Shravni didn’t say anything, but I could see the disappointment in their eyes, and that hurt almost as much as you leaving.”

Dhruva felt a tear escape. “I’m sorry.”

Daya sighed again, lifting one hand to rub at his face. He suddenly looked older, shoulders slumped with a hidden burden and Dhruva felt sick again. “You keep saying that Dhruva, but what is done is done. We can keep standing here, explaining exactly how many ways we broke our hearts over the past five years because we were so scared. But frankly, I am tired. I want to live damn it, and I want to live with you. Because despite everything,” Daya gave a bittersweet laugh that had Dhruva reaching to cup his cheek on instinct. Daya rested his head on Dhruva’s hand, closing his eyes as he took a shuddering breath before opening them to look straight at Dhruva, “despite everything, I still love you so much. I still want to see you laugh, and smile, and I want to take you home.”

Dhruva couldn’t hold back the sob, or stop himself from crashing into Daya, but the man held steady, like he always did. Dhruva’s solid ground in the storm. “You deserve better than me.”

“Debatable bangaram,” Daya whispered into Dhruva’s ear as he wrapped his arms around his waist, “but I want you. Do you still want me?”

Of all the stupid questions….Dhruva clutched at the back of Daya’s hoodie, burying himself deeper. “Every second of every day since I left our home.”

Daya held him tighter. “Come home then. Come back with me.”

Dhruva lifted his head, sniffling. He was sure he looked like a mess, but Daya was looking at him so besottedly, he didn’t care. “Now?”

Daya nodded.

Dhruva shook his head. “Daya, I- what do I tell our superiors?”

Daya shrugged. “Dhruva, we can decide about a permanent move and the logistics later. But I leave at the end of the week. Do you have any cases pending?”

“I- just one.” Dhruva confirmed.

“Then wrap it up quickly. You’re the DSP Dhruva, that gives you some authority. It won’t be an abuse of power if you say you need a break.”

Dhruva looked down. Could it really be so simple? “My life is in Hyderabad Daya.”

“What life?” and Dhruva knew he didn’t mean to be callous, but the words hurt nonetheless. Daya sighed. “I’m sorry Bangaram, but I arrived last week. For the past few days I have been observing you and what life? You are the first at the station and the last to leave, the other officers think you are a robot for how little you sleep. And even look at this place. I would bet anything you haven’t actually added any personal touch to it since you moved in.”

Dhruva burrowed into Daya again. “It didn’t seem important at the time, all I could focus on was work because then I wasn’t thinking about how much everything else hurt. And then I couldn’t see the point.”

“Come home Dhruva.” Daya pleaded in his ear. And Dhruva… so tired after all these years of building these shields and walls that were useless against the other man anyways, crumpled. The prospect of being back home, in that little house Daya had by the beach, with their porch and their familiar running routes. The quiet evenings spent smelling the sea salt air, and the warm afternoons burying their toes in the sun-baked sun. Dhruva yearned.

“Okay.”

Daya pulled back enough to look at Dhruva, face alight with so much happiness, Dhruva’s own vision blurred. “Okay?”

Dhruva nodded. “Okay.”

Daya whooped and then lifted Dhruva, spinning him in the narrow kitchen, despite his shouts of alarm. But when Daya set him down again, still laughing, Dhruva couldn’t stop his own laughter. This ridiculous man, this charming, idiotic, brave man. He pulled Daya in by the back of the neck and kissed him. His heart felt like it was taking flight in his chest, and the sun seemed to glow brighter around them as Daya pressed him against the counter. At the edge of his awareness, he heard an alarm going off. Pushing Daya away was excruciating, and Dhruva chuckled as the man merely latched onto his neck instead. He pawed at the counter till his hand wrapped around his phone. Switching off the alarm, he tapped at Daya’s head lightly with his phone. “Come on, we are running out of time, let me make you breakfast, and then we can head out.”

Daya made a dissatisfied noise and he nipped once more at Dhruva’s throat before letting him go. “Spoilsport.”

Dhurva smiled shyly at him. He tugged at the pullstrings of the hoodie. “Go shower, I’ll have the food ready by the time you are out.”

Daya leaned in to press one more kiss before he wandered away, swaying his hips in the most distracting way. It was only when he disappeared into the bedroom that Dhruva slapped himself back to focus on the task at hand.

As promised, by the time Daya wandered back out again, buttoning the top button of his shirt, Dhruva had a nice stack of crisp dosas waiting for them, and was transferring the coriander chutney from the mixer to a separate bowl. Grinning at the tantalizing smell of the dosas, Daya took his seat. Dhruva joined him, distributing two dosas each before spooning some chutney to each of their plates.

Daya groaned at the first bite, making Dhruva blush. “Damn, I really missed your cooking too.”

Dhruva kicked him lightly, only to blush further when Daya trapped his leg between his own, and threw him a cheeky wink instead.

The pair settled into a familiar, comfortable silence as they ate, unable to stop themselves from brushing hands and fingers as they tangled their legs beneath the table. At the end of the meal, Daya disappeared again to retrieve their bags as Dhruva washed their plates. The domesticity of the routine made him smile as his heart ached in his chest. He didn’t know if things really would work out as smoothly as Daya was predicting, but he was going to give it his best shot. He had nearly destroyed them once, now he would be damned if he didn’t fight just as hard to keep the best thing in his life with him always.

Especially when it wrapped itself around his back and whispered jokes in his ear, making him laugh.

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Am I using their names too often? 

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[phrynewrites]

If ur still accepting prompts, “Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance." sounds like something Love Letter AU Daya would tell Whippedsco I mean Bosco before The Manuscript™️ happens

Hi hun!! This is a bit inspired by all our chatting about Daya's role in love letter au (if anyone wants any insight, we've had A Lot of thoughts and I'd love to chat about it!!). Thank you for being patient with me while I get the *writing vibes* back. I hope you enjoy!

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“Maybe if you stopped staring at her and actually talked to her, you might have a chance.” Daya pulled Bosco’s office door closed behind her, letting the blinds rattle. 

“Good morning, Daya.” Bosco couldn’t help the coarse tone, flicking their pen once, twice, three times. “I love when I come into work and am immediately confronted with the perceived failings of my love life.” 

Bosco tried to keep themself flat, composed, and convey the incorrect nature of Daya’s perception. Bosco was staring, but it was perfectly reasonable and none of Daya’s business. 

Because there Jasmine was, fixing her hair into two neat French braids. Her fingers wove that fine strawberry blonde hair seamlessly. And she had bobby pins fitted between those plush lips. And though she couldn’t see her work, that little wrinkle between her brows dug in as she concentrated… 

But it wasn’t as though they had to admit to that. If they did, they’d never hear the end of it from Daya, who’d make it her second job to fling them into the copy room wherever Jasmine was in there, locking the door behind them. Or offer for Bosco to braid her hair the next time she saw Jasmine working on it.

So Bosco took up their manuscript—one they were promised would be a contender for a Pulitzer—and began marking in sweeping red motions, glancing up only when they heard Daya start moving the letter tray, coffee mug, and is warmer off their desk and into a pile on the floor. She perched on the now empty edge, leaning forward, propping her elbow on her knee. 

Daya snatched the manuscript and tossed it idly at the pile of Bosco’s discarded items. “I can’t confront a love life you don’t even have.” 

“You sure are trying,” Bosco muttered. “You think having a good love life is like…fucking all the secretaries downstairs,” Bosco said, crossing their arms. They knew they looked petulant. And they felt like a child, harboring a crush they had no idea what to do with. And they knew, like always, Daya wasn’t giving into their line of reasoning either, no matter how hard and how often they tried to push it. 

Daya came closer, snatching the pen from their hand as well and tossing it into the pile. “I think it’s better than you staring at the secretary through your half-closed blinds and doodling little hearts with her initials in them.”

“I did talk to her this morning,” Bosco pressed, getting up and gathering the manuscript. “And I bought her a coffee, which we talked about. So you can’t say that I’m not talking to her.” 

Daya turned. “But did you-” 

“No, I did not get pretentious about the coffee.”  

“Wow, you must really like her.” Daya took the manuscript once again and sat on it. “Even though your conversation topics are crazy boring. I truly don’t get how she finds the energy to twirl her hair while you talk about ‘the importance of a proper espresso to steamed milk ratio’”

Bosco huffed, but conceded. “You’re only going to be happy if I walk in, throw myself all over reception, and say ‘Hey, Jasmine. Good morning. That blouse makes your tits look great. Please be my girlfriend because I love you.’” 

“I mean, I would follow it with something about taking the blouse off, but otherwise I think it’s solid.” 

“You’re a menace to society.” Bosco made their way to the door before throwing it open. “Get out of my office so I can actually work.” 

Daya stood. “And by work, do you mean, go tell Jasmine exactly that and hope it leads back to here? I can help you clear your desk, quick.” 

Bosco grabbed her wrist and pulled. Hard. They sent her stumbling across the threshold, bracing on the door frame. And they followed a stern reminder that Daya should do their work with a slammed door and locked handle. 

But even as they settled back in, placed their letter tray and coffee mug and mug warmer back on their desk, unearthed their manuscript and began marking once more, Bosco was distracted again. 

Because there Jasmine was, right across the way, reapplying her lipstick. That soft pink pout wrapping around the lip of her coffee, the one Bosco had gotten her that morning. And when she pulled away, she smiled against it. 

And Bosco thought that maybe they’d like to say something to her that would make her smile like that again. Anything that would make her smile because of them. 

[andyxsharma]

Daya’s Residence in Yorkshire Late January 1889 @dayanitas​

I have met hundreds of women throughout my life. Thousands, perhaps, if I squint (or round up generously). But now I can say with utter certainty that Lady has the most gorgeous hair of them all. Maybe she's born with it; maybe it's the fact that I brush her hair daily. Twice a day, in fact, as you requested when you visited before departing for Yorkshire.

But honestly, Lady has been a delight. It has been a bit of an adjustment having a little Yorkie underfoot at home, but my landlady Mrs. Birdwhistle once had a Yorkie of her own and said that Lady is far better behaved than hers ever was. And she has been both a good distraction from the occasional strangeness here in London and a good foot warmer. (That is Lady’s idea, by the way; I don't ask her to curl up at my feet, but she does, and both of us are all the happier for it.)

On a non-animal-related note, I hope that Harrogate has been treating you and Pearl well. I’m sure it’s colder there than it is here, but I know that you need a change of pace. All of us do, but you most of all. I do miss our dinners, though; I’ve bumped into Rahat several times, but conversation is much more fun at your dining table, with you. What are you liking most about Harrogate? Has Pearl picked up any more of those terrifying dolls she loves? Perhaps they have a Harrogate-inspired version, with the doll in a spa.

I don’t want this letter to be too long, so I’ll end with this: a photograph of Lady during one of our morning walks. (Feriha and Zeki often join us, though they aren’t pictured here.) Lady has made new friends, as well as an adamant suitor, a King Charles Spaniel named Oliver. And, yes, underneath all that hair, she has her little winter boots on.

[Attached is a photograph of Lady looking majestic, her long, glossy coat flowing in the wind.]

I hope you’re staying safe and that your mind is a little more at peace, Daya. Have a good holiday with Pearl, and I hope to hear from you soon. (Lady says hello!)

Your friend,

[waitimcomingtoo]

Heyyyyy baby! Okay, I don't know if I'm the only one who's experienced this but did it ever happen to you that you're really good friends with someone in a platonic way and then one night you have a dream about them and you just wake up with this weird crush? Making you notice things about them? Maybe you could do a Tom x Co-star reader oneshot based on this? I'd want reader to be working on Spiderman then we could explore her relationship with the rest of the cast. But that's up to you. ;*

Don’t Dream It’s Over

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Masterlist

“Don’t be scared. I got you.” A smirk lit up Peters face before he slipped his mask on as you peered off the ledge hesitantly.

“What if I fall?” You chewed your bottom lip.

“Don’t worry about that, pretty girl.” He said softly as he held your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “I’m always gonna be here to catch you.”

“Okay.” You agreed, and Peters pumped his fist in the air.

“You might wanna hold me a little tighter.” The eyes of his mask widened in excitement as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “For safety reasons, of course.” He added timidly.

You rolled your eyes at him but complied. You wrapped both arms around his neck and fit yourself as close against his body as you could.

“You ready?” He asked you and you nodded.

“You’re gonna love this.” He said excitedly and stepped off the building. You began to fall freely until and a scream ripped through your throat. Peter shot a web at a nearby building and you were suddenly lit flying upwards, wind rushing in your ears.

“Don’t let me go!” You squealed and tucked your face into Peters neck.

“I won’t.” He laughed in delight as he swung towards another building. Sensing your fear by how tightly you were clutching him, he decided to land. He swung towards a building and landed gracefully on the rooftop. You still held him tightly and he let out a chuckle.

“You can let go now.” He said shyly, not that he wanted you to. You slowly slid your arms down and opened your eyes.

“How was that?” Peter asked you as he removed his mask. He noticed the look on your face and worried that he had upset you. “Did you not like it? We don’t have to do it again.” He said apologetically. You flung your arms around Peters neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. When Peter recovered from the surprise, he kissed you back and let his hands rest on your hips.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his lips when you pulled away. The corner of his mouth tweaked up in a half baked smile. “I’ve felt it for a while. I don’t feel scared when I’m with you. I feel like I can do anything. Isn’t that love?”

“I think it is.” He nodded, eyes full of hope.

“Then why are you just standing there?” You asked him and he made a face that showed he didn’t understand. “Kiss me.”

The moment your lips touched Peters, your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself staring at the ceiling of your trailer. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you sat up in bed. Even though it was just a dream, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach that it was over. You felt oddly disappointed, and a little dazed. You had hours upon hours worth of fittings and rehearsal to look forward to that day, but there was only thing on your mind: Had Peter Parker always been that cute?

You’d seen Tom in his Spider-Man suit a million times since filming began, but the thought of him in that red and blue was making your heart skip a beat that morning. You rushed out of bed to get dressed, suddenly feeling eager to see him. You threw on a dress he had complimented once before and smiled at your appearance before something dawned on you.

“Oh shit.” You whispered.

You now had a crush on Tom Holland.

You sped walked out of your trailer on high alert. You spotted Zendaya by the makeup trailer and waved her over.

“DAYA!” You shouted. “Daya come here.”

“What’s wrong girlie? You look like you’ve had a fun morning.” She folded her arms and laughed at the panicked look in your eyes.

“You know when you have one of those dreams that make you wake up with a crush on a person you thought you could never have a crush on?” You asked her quietly and she raised her eyebrows.

“Oh shit. Are you asking me out?” She teased you and you clenched your jaw.

“No, Daya. It wasn’t you.” You looked around for anyone who might be listening and quieted your voice. “It was Tom. Well, it was Peter. But now I think I like Tom.”

“Everyone knows that.” She shrugged you off and you scoffed.

“No, everyone speculates that.” You corrected her and she pursed her lips. “I honestly never had feelings for him until now. How am I supposed to act around him?” You whispered harshly.

“Just act like you always do.” She said and you groaned. You ran your fingers through your hair and tugged it.

“I can’t even remember how I used to act. All I can think of is that damn suit.” You folded your arms and blew out a breath. Zendaya looked you up and down and cocked her head.

“Damn, girl. What kind of dream was this?” She raised an eyebrow and you shoved her playfully.

“It wasn’t like that. It was romantic. I kissed him.” You insisted and she nodded skeptically.

“How did the kiss feel?” She interrogated you.

“I mean, I left my earthly body and saw the time knife but that’s it. It wasn’t anything special.” You dismissed it and Zendaya let out a laugh.

“So mediocre then?” She asked sarcastically. “Just talk to him. It’s the only way to tell if these feelings are real or just from your dream.”

“What do I say?” You asked desperately.

“I can’t think of everything. You need to take it from here.” Zendaya told you and you nodded reluctantly.

“You’re right. I’ll talk to him.” You squeezed her arm and walked away. You only got a few paces before you ran into a lady from the props department.

“Hey, Y/n.” She greeted you. “Could you take this to props please?”

“Oh, sure.” You smiled at her and took the fake knife she was holding. You kept walking and tried to think of a plan for what you were going to say to Tom.

“Hey there Juliet.” Jacob nodded at you. You stopped in your tracks so hard that your shoes skidded.

“Juliet? What have you heard?” You held the fake knife up to his throat and he held up his hands in defense.

“Woah there ku’uipo. Relax.” He chuckled and you lowered your knife. “I was just referring to the knife. You know how those crazy kids killed each other in old England.”

“Romeo and Juliet takes place in Verona.” You said and Jacob made a face like he didn’t understand.

“It’s in Italy. And they killed themselves.” You corrected again. “Why are we talking about this?”

“You’re right. What we should be talking about is what you think I heard.” Jacob smirked. Knowing Jacob wouldn’t drop the subject, you confessed.

“Have you ever had one of those dreams that makes you wake up with a crush on someone?” You whispered and he nodded.

“Yeah. I had one just last week and now I’m in love with Jake Gyllenhaal.” He said seriously and you glared at him. “Why, have you ever you ever had one of those dreams?”

“No.” You said quickly.

“Then why did you ask?” He challenged you.

“Ask what?” You played dumb.

“I…I don’t remember.” He blanked.

“You asked me if you could bring this knife back to props. And I said yes.” You lied and handed him the knife.

“Okay.” He shrugged and began to walk towards the props department. Jacob turned around again with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Tom.” He stated, and your heart stopped.

“What?” You faked a laugh.

“You dreamt about Tom.” He said, sure of himself this time.

“What? No.” You tried to lie but saw no use. “How did you know that?”

“Hawaiian intuition.” He tapped his head twice.

“That’s not a thing.” You accused him.

“Oh yeah? Then how did I know you’re crushing on Tom?” He asked you with a knowing smirk.

“I think Props is really missing that knife.” You tried to get out of the situation by sending him away.

“Alright. See you around, Juliet.” He saluted you with the knife and walked away. You swallowed thickly and soon as you turned around, you were met with Tom smiling face.

“Hey Y/n!” He greeted and you jumped back.

“Christ on a bike, Tom. You scared me.” You clutched your hand over your heart.

“Sorry, love.” He laughed softly, making your knees weaken beneath you. “Why was Jacob carrying a knife?”

“It was a prop knife. You could find it at a dollar store. It’d probably be more than a dollar, though. My guess is $3.99. Are you excited for the holidays? I am.” You rambled and Tom tilted his head in confusion.

“Are you okay?” He chuckled, taking a step closer to you and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Are you kidding? I’m fine. It’s almost crazy how fine I am. How are you? Are you parents doing okay? They were so nice to me last time I saw them.” You said through a smile and Tom snorted.

“Yeah, you are pretty fine.” Tom commented and you gulped loudly.

“God in Heaven.” You said in a straggled voice and looked up at the sky.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to offend you.” Tom said, thinking he offended you. “I just meant that I think you’re pretty. I’m sorry if that was inappropriate.”

“No, no, no.” You stammered and he relaxed. “Totally appropriate. Don’t even worry about it. I don’t even remember it. What were we talking about again?”

“That I think you’re pretty.” He played along and you pretended to remember.

“Were we? That’s crazy. You’re a crazy guy, Holland. One crazy son of a gun. But I uh, I think you’re pretty too.” You said quietly as you looked down at your shoes.

“Hey uh, did you hear about the crazy actress who killed her costar?” You asked suddenly and he furrowed his brows.

“No, oh my God. Who?” He wondered.

“Reese.” You nodded and looked past him.

“Witherspoon?” He asked in shock.

“No. With her knife.” You gave the punchline and grimaced. “I’m so sorry. That was a bad joke.”

“I thought it was funny. I always think you’re funny.” He smiled. Your breath hitched in your throat at his gaze. You’d never noticed how pretty his eyes were, or the little flecks of gold embedded in them.

“I , well, you — but you know, it’s just — I didn’t even uh, it was just a joke so, you know.” You stammered.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked you and you felt your palms beginning to sweat.

“Never been better, Peter.” You gave him a thumbs up, not realizing your slip up.

“Peter?” He repeated and your face fell.

“I didn’t say Peter.” You said quickly, eyes shifting to the left.

“I’m pretty sure you did.” He looked you up and down, wondering why you were acting so funny around him today. His stare only made you worse.

“Really? That’s funny, you must be hearing things. Hold on a minute, COMING DAYA.” You yelled behind you as if you were being called.

“I didn’t hear Zendaya calling you.” Tom said skeptically, beginning to think you didn’t want to talk to him.

“Wow Tom, you better get your ears checked. They are all out of wack, my man.” You laughed nervously as you began to back away. “I gotta go help Daya with something but I’ll catch you later.”

“Okay. Have fun.” Not too much fun, though.” He joked and you pointed finger guns at him, immediately killing you inside.

“Fank yew! It’ll be an alright time, it will.” You shouted in a cockney accent. You shut your eyes and covered your face with your hand. “I’m so sorry. I regret that so much. Can you please forget I just did that?” You pleaded with him.

“Might be a little hard to forget, love. I think it seared itself into my frontal lobe.” He tapped the side of his head and smiled at you. You gave him a big smile and hurried away. You stormed all the way to Zendaya’s trailer and shut the door behind you.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” You whined and covered your face with your hands.

“Woah there. Why are you all red?” Zendaya put down her script and laughed at your appearance.

“Because Tom just tried to talk to me and I forgot how to person.” You yelled in frustration, only making her laugh harder.

“I’m sure it was fine. It’s just Tom.” She insisted in dismissal.

“Exactly!” You exclaimed. “It’s just Tom. So how come when he looked at me, my brain told me to go EFF myself and put on a Nikki Minaj song.”

“Oof. That bad, huh? What song?” She asked you, amused with your embarrassment.

“Super Bass.” You half smiled. “The whole time Tom is talking to me I hear “this one is for the boys with the booming system. Top down, AC with the cooler system.” I couldn’t even think straight!” You whined.

“You’ve been friends with Tom for years.” She pointed out. “What happened?”

“It was that stupid dream! I had a dream we were in love and now I’m whipped. Whipped like…” You trailed off when you couldn’t think of the right word.

“Whip cream?” She raised an eyebrow and you glared at her.

“Shut up. I feel ridiculous.” You sighed and took a seat on her bed. You rested your head on her shoulder and she rubbed your back.

“I’m sure he didn’t think you were ridiculous.” She said quietly. “And look on the bright side.”

“Which is?” You asked her as you plopped down in her swivel chair.

“There are worse people you could be crushing on. Tom is a really great guy. He ill, he real, he might gotta deal. He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build.” She said in a serious tone.

“The way I’m about to shadow kick you right now.” You said gravely as you looked up at the ceiling.

“I’m serious. He’s one of your best friends right? What’s so bad about him being your boyfriend?” She nudged you gently and you sighed.

“There’s nothing bad about it. But what if that’s not what he wants?” You asked quietly as you played with your fingers.

“Take a look at yourself in the mirror, model.” Zendaya spun your chair around to face the mirror as she tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “Of course that’s what he wants.”

“You better be right.” You looked at her in the mirror and she smiled at you.

“I am. Now come on. We have rehearsal on the Crown Jewels set.” She held you up out of the chair.

“I’ll meet you there in a second. I have to grab my script.” You told her before leaving her trailer. You went back to your trailer as she went to set.

~

“Is this mace real?” Jake asked as he weighed it in his hands as the rest of the cast went over their scripts.

“You really think they’d give us a real mace? Especially with you on set, Donnie Darko?” Jacob teased him and Jake began to play with the mace like it were a sword.

“Do they even make maces anymore?” Zendaya wondered, backing away from Jake a little as his swings gained momentum.

“Who’s they?” Jacob laughed.

“The blacksmithes.” Jake said seriously before we went back to moving his mace.

“Yeah, Jacob. Don’t you know about the blacksmiths?” Zendaya asked sarcastically, making a face at him.

“This thing is kinda heavy, though. Makes me want to swing it around and take down the leader of the Huns or something.” Jake realized as he began to swing his arm in a circle.

“Jake, put the prop down.” Jacob laughed nervously as Jake got a little too close with the mace.

“I physically cannot put it down. It’s in control now.” Jake insisted as he swung it around even harder.

“How are you the oldest and most childish person here?” Zendaya asked as she hide behind a suit of armor for protection.

“I feel so free.” Jake smiled wildly. “Is this how the vikings felt?”

“How would anyone here know that?” Zendaya sassed.

“And why do you want to know how the Vikings felt?” Jacob added.

“Hey guys.” You greeted the room happily only to get smacked in the mouth with the mace upon arrival. You collapsed to the floor and felt warm blood trickling down your face.

“Y/n! I am so sorry!” Jake covered his mouth with his hand when he realized what he had done. He bent down beside you and sent the mace down.

“Jesus? Is that you?” You asked groggily as you looked up at Jake.

“Yes. Jesus accidentally hit you in the mouth with a mace. But Jesus was just trying to feel like a Viking. Do you forgive Jesus?” Jake as he he picked your head up a little and let it rest on his hand to keep you elevated.

“Yes?” You asked in confusion as the corners of your vision began to blacken.

“She’s okay guys!” Jake called to Zendaya and Jacob. “But can we get a medic?”

Zendaya rushed out of the room to get a medic right as Tom entered it. He took one look at you on the floor and bloody and dropped to his knees.

“What the hell happened here?” Tom snapped as he took your hand. He dabbed some of the blood off your chin with his sleeve and saw a large cut on your mouth. He looked up at Jake for answers and Jake looked very sheepish.

“Someone hit Y/n with a mace.” He said quietly.

“Hm. Could it be the man holding the mace?” Tom asked in sarcastic anger as he pointed to the mace. He turned his attention back to you and slowly helped you sit up. He held you against his chest and tried to get the hair unstuck from your face.

“Jesus hit me.” You whined and Tom looked at Jake with a raging anger.

“You hit her? I’ll kill you.” He tried to move towards Jake but you patted his chest.

“Jesus hit me accidentally.” You added, and Tom calm down.

“Are you okay, darling?” Tom asked, switching to his most gentle tone. He pulled a pack of tissues out of his pocket and held it against your mouth to slow the bleeding.

“I’m all dandelions and fruit cups down here, handsome.” You giggled, vision still swirling.

“She’s losing consciousness. Where is the medic?” Tom growled and look towards the door right as a woman in white came in.

“Right here. Move aside, please.” The medic ordered. Tom reluctantly laid you down on the ground and backed away to give you space.

“Pickle side, pickle side.” You laughed to yourself and moved your hands like you were conducting. The medic transferred you to a gurney and began to roll you towards the door.

“Where are you taking her?” Tom asked as he followed them.

“We’re gonna take her to the closest hospital. It looks like she needs stitches.” The medic told him and his heart sank.

“I love that song.” You mumbled and began to hum Stitches.

“Can I come?” Tom pleaded as he helped push the gurney along.

“Are you family?” The medic asked him.

“Yes.” He said quickly but she didn’t look convinced. “No. Please. I need to be there when she wakes up.”

“Fine. Get in the back of the ambulance.” The medic nodded towards the ambulance and Tom climbed inside. He waited until you were loaded in and took your hand in his.

“This is just like Grey’s Anatomy.” You smiled a little, then stopped when it hurt. “Nobody knows where we might end up. Nobody knows.” You sang to yourself.

“Thats right, Y/n. Just hang tight, sweetness. It’s gonna be okay. We’re almost there.” Tom said soothingly as he stroked your hair. You smiled at him softly before you fell unconscious.

“We’re almost there. Just hang tight.” Peter looked over at you, taking your hand in his to kiss the back of it.

“Is she gonna like me?” You asked him, hoping for an honest answer.

“Sweetheart, May is going to beg you to move in before dinner ends.” Peter chuckled. “She’s gonna love you.”

“How do you know?” You worried, trying to distract yourself by looking out the window.

“Because I love you. And I’m her kin.” Peter shrugged and you snapped your attention to him.

“That’s the first time you ever told me that.” You smiled softly at him as the streetlight lit up his profile.

“Is it?” He raised his eyebrows to play along. “I didn’t know.”

“Pull over.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“What?” He laughed, his smile fading when he saw that you were serious.

“Pull over.” You repeated. Peter obliged and pulled over as soon as he could.

“Is there something you needed?” He asked you with a coy smile.

You smirked at Peter before unbuckling your seatbelt. You leaned across the gear and pulled him into a long kiss.

“I love you too.” You told him, and kissed him again.

“Love? You awake?” Toms voice pulled you out of your dream. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked over to where his voice was. He was sitting in a hospital chair, pulled right up to your bed. “How you feeling?”

“Like I got hit with a mace.” You tried to sit up and he immediately went to your side to help you. You gave him a grateful smile and rubbed your eyes.

“Yeah, I figured. Jake said he’s really sorry. He’s been calling me every five minutes to see if you’ve woken up.“ Tom smiled softly and touched your cheek. He kept his touch light, not wanting to hurt you.

“Thanks, Peter.” You leaned into his touch and rubbed his wrist lightly with your thumb.

“Back to the Peter thing, huh?” He laughed softly. “They told me they got you on some crazy pain killer that was gonna make you loopy.”

“You wanna know something?” You raised your eyebrows suggestively.

“Tell me, darling.” He took a seat on your bed and gave you his full attention. You walked your fingers up his arm and drew patterns on his shoulder with your fingernails.

“I’ve been dreaming about us.” You told him, something you’d never admit if you weren’t on the medicine.

“Have you?” He raised his eyebrows. “What are you dreaming about us doing?”

“You’re mine.” You leaned into him with a sleepy smile. “And I’m yours.”

“You’ve been dreaming about us being together? Like as a couple?” He asked for confirmation and you nodded.

“Uh huh. And then I wake up and I’m sad.” You pouted and stuck out your bottom lip.

“Why are you sad?” He asked quietly, his heart beginning to speed up. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and gave a sad smile.

“Because it was just a dream.” You told him. Tom let out a shaky breath and tried to process what you were saying.

“Are you saying your want us to be together?” He tilted your chin up so he could see your reaction. He knew you were high on medicine and probably had no idea what you were saying, but a part of him hoped you were telling the truth.

You leaned in with a dopey smile and pressed your nose against Toms.

“You’re the boy of my dreams, Peter.” You cooed and he pulled his face away in annoyance.

“Right.” He sighed and looked away. “Peter.”

“Are you mad at me?” You worried when you noticed his reaction. Even with the medicine compromising your mentality, you could tell he was angry.

“No. No darling, I’m not mad. Not at you.” He mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“Come here.” You pulled at his shirt and he cradled a smile. “I want to be close to you.”

“Okay.” He obliged and scooted closer. You shut your eyes and rested your head against his forehead.

“Can I ask you something?” You whispered, and he could’ve sworn you were sober for a moment.

“Anything.” He nodded against your head.

“Can you hear my thoughts?” You asked seriously and Toms face fell in disappointment.

“No. No I can’t hear your thoughts.” He told you and pulled away.

“Good.” You cupped his chin and turned his face back to you. “Because they’re all about you.”

You let your thumb slowly drag down his lip, laughing a little at the sound it made when you let go. Toms throat tightened at your action and he gulped.

“You’re so pretty.” You smiled as your eyes trailed down his face.

“You’re pretty too.” His lips tugged into a grin.

“Peter.” You whined as you pushed him away.

“What?” He asked, confused with your mood change.

“You’re giving me butterflies.” You said timidly as you played with the edge of your hospital gown. “But I like someone else. I can’t like you too.”

“You like someone?” His face paled. “Do I know him?”

“Yeah. He’s like a really, really good friend of yours.” You blew out a breath.

“Is it someone on set?” He questioned you.

“Maybe.” You said in a sing song voice and shrugged.

“Who?” He asked, getting more worked up by the minute.

“I like Tom.” You whispered loudly and Toms eyes widened.

“What?” He whispered back.

“Shhhh, Peter.” You pinched his lips between your fingers. “You can’t tell Tom that I like him.”

“I think he might already know.” Tom said when he pulled your hand away from his face.

“What?” You panicked. “Who told him?”

“Whew, I don’t know.” Tom played along. “I think Zendaya did.”

“Daya? No. She swore she wouldn’t. It must’ve been Jacob.” You hit your fist against the bed.

“You told Jacob before me?” Tom exclaimed.

“I didn’t tell him. It was his Hawaiian intuition.” You tapped the side of your head twice.

“His what?” Tom tilted his head to the side.

“I have to go to sleep now, Peter. I can’t talk about this right now.” You waved your hand and pulled the sheets over your lap.

“You’re gonna tell me that you like me and then go straight to sleep?” He whined. 

“I don’t like you, Peter. I like Tom.” You corrected him. “I like Tom and his curly hair and his brown eyes and his cute ass nose. God, what a nose. And I like his accent and his smile and his ambition and FUCK, his nose.”

“You mentioned that already.” He chuckled shyly.

“I did?” You sat up slightly and shrugged. “Because I love it. I love it all. And if you’ll excuse me, I needs my sleeps.” Tom sat back in his chair and sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any real answers until you woke up.

~

“Good morning.” You said weakly as you reached for the ice pack next to your bed. You held it against your cheek and sighed in relief.

“Hi sunshine.” Tom smiled softly. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah. I don’t feel like someone put my brain through a pasta maker anymore.” You said as you rubbed your eyes.

“Aw. How about your mouth?” He questioned. 

You gave him a weak smile until it hurt and returned the ice pack to your face.

“There she is.” He smiled back. “You may want to keep the smiling to a minimum until those stitches heal.”

“That wont be a problem.” You groaned in misery and leaned against his body. He hesitantly brought his hands to your head and stroked your hair.

“Hey, can we talk about before? About what you told me?” He asked softly as he combed the tangles out of your hair.

“Tom, if you think I remember a single thing since this morning…” You shook your head as you trailed off.

“You told me that you liked me.” He got straight to the point. “Or, you told Peter that you liked me. But I heard, o-obviously.”

“Oh God.” You buried your face in your hands to hide your shame.

“Jacob knows, Zendaya knows. You told everyone but me.” He said softly. You began to panic now that he knew. Even if he was cool about it, it’d never be the same between the two of you.

“Sorry, no.” You blurted, back to forgetting how to act around Tom.

“Sorry, yes. You told me a few hours ago, love.”

You turned away from him in shame and squeezed your eyes shut, wishing you were anywhere but in that hospital bed.

“I’m sorry if that creeps you out. I guess I don’t really have control over the fact that you’re…” You trailer off with a loss of words.

“The boy of your dreams?” He humored you and you huffed out a breath.

“Leave me alone.” You groaned and put your head back in your hands. Tom gestured for you to scoot over so he could take a seat beside you, and you did.

“You know, those stitches come out in a week.” He brought you and you looked at him quizzically.

“And?” You asked, unsure of his point. Tom took your chin between his fingers and placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth. Your entire body froze as he pulled away and gave you a half cocked smile.

“Find me in a week.” He winked.

“Pssh.” You smirked. “In your dreams.”

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Fool for You (Crygi) - Frankenvenus

After realising she has fallen for her straight best friend, Crystal’s therapist recommends she write her crush love letters. So instead of communicating her feelings, she scribbles then down and slips them into Gigi Goode’s locker.

A/N~ I hope you like this cause it took forever. I finished it super late at night and I did read through it twice but I apologise for any errors.

Crystal stormed her way into her therapist’s office, throwing herself onto the pink sofa that she sat and rambled on for an hour and a half every week. Her therapist looked at her bemused as the blue-haired girl uttered the words, “I’m in love with my best friend.”

Her therapist, Widow, huffed out a sigh, placing her clipboard down on the coffee table in front and pushing her glasses slightly down her nose, “Well. That’s a common issue for young queer folks like yourself.”

Crystal groaned and rolled over, displaying her puffy eyes and messed up bangs, “But I thought I was immune to it.”

Widow chuckled slightly and leaned towards where Crystal lay, brushing her hair from where it stuck itself in her lip gloss, “Do you need to rant to me about it? You know that’s why I’m here, sweetie; to listen.”

The young girl groaned again before sitting up, straightening her back and recounting the events of her day.

It had started off a normal Thursday. On Thursdays, she would usually peddle to her best friend Gigi’s house before school began so they could scribble down fake absence notes for phys ed, then Gigi would hop on the back of Crystal’s bike and they’d cycle the last half mile to their high school. It was routine for them. Never weird, never crossing any lines. It had always been the two of them, best friends, since middle school. So when things shifted, it took Crystal by surprise.

“I wanna do something different today instead of just sitting in the library until Phys Ed ends. I’m sick of the librarian shutting us up. We literally aren’t even loud,” - Gigi had said, fixing her dirty blonde ponytail in the school bathroom mirror after the bike ride messed it up.

Crystal had agreed with her, before asking her if she wanted to try something new. Although Gigi was her best friend, she hung out with the stoners whilst Gigi hung out with the high-fashion Instagram girls. The dirty blonde had never tried weed, and Crystal never offered - but today she did, and Gigi was eager.

The two of them snuck to the abandoned bike shed at the back of the school, covered in ivy with smashed windows. It was a spot that only Crystal and her friends Daya, Daegen, Lux and Tiff knew, so Gigi was curious to see it.

“This is so cool,” Gigi had gaped, finding a spot in the corner while her friend rolled her a joint. Crystal had to assure her multiple times that they wouldn’t get caught, but Gigi didn’t shut up until the sizzling rice paper was placed in her mouth. The older girl talked her through how to inhale it properly, and soon enough Gigi was coughing the smoke into the air.

“Can you feel it in your chest?” Crystal had asked, and when Gigi nodded, she said, “Good. That’s how you know it worked.”

They sat there, minds foggy, trying to hold conversation despite their thought process and immediate short term memory being cut off every few seconds. At some point, their pinkies intertwined, followed by the rest of their fingers. And then, Gigi was nestling her forehead into the crook of Crystal’s neck. That’s when it all tumbled down on the latter.

The contrasting feeling of the coldness from Gigi’s skin against her own warm, buzzing skin sent jolts of emotion through her, and the gentle brush of Gigi’s wavy locks against her jaw caused her heart to squeeze itself in a way that was unfamiliar to her. It didn’t seem too serious to Crystal whilst she was still in her high, but when the effects of the weed began to fade by fifth period, the sudden feeling of need for her best friend’s touch remained in place.

Her mind kept travelling elsewhere during fifth and sixth period, which happened to be double Spanish. Jaida had to pinch her multiple times, bringing her back down to Earth. Jaida didn’t question Crystal’s behaviour too much though, because the latter wasn’t usually focused in Spanish class anyway, and that’s why she was failing.

Gigi had debate team practice after school on Thursdays, so instead of going home together the same way they would travel to school, Crystal biked alone. She had her earplugs in, blasting Clairo like usual and wondering what the hell it was that she felt today. It wasn’t until ‘Sofia’ by Clairo came on did everything click in her mind. Something about the lyrics ‘Standing here alone now, think that we can drive around, I just wanna say how I love you with your hair down’ made her realise that oh, she wanted to be able to call Gigi her own, and not just platonically. Then she almost crashed her bike.

She swerved into a fire hydrant, gratified that her bike sported thick mountain bike wheels to soften the hit. Luckily, she didn’t fall off - she just got a fright. She decided to walk her bike the rest of the way home, which thankfully wasn’t far.

When she reached home, she spread herself across her bed and allowed herself to make connections that she should’ve made before. Why else could she never take her eyes off Gigi’s plump lips? Why else did people at school assume they were a couple because they were so touchy all the time? Why else did she feel such tremendous jealousy whenever Gigi showed even the tiniest bit of romantic fondness towards someone that wasn’t her.

Her mom knocked on her door, reminding her that she had her therapy appointment in an hour, and that led back to the present.

“That seems like quite the epiphany,” Widow smiled warmly, passing Crystal a tissue box when tears began to spill over, “Normally falling for a long-term best friend is something that you realise over time, but not for you apparently.”

“I think maybe I’m just an oblivious fuck,” Crystal sniffled. “But even if I realised it today, years ago, or tens of years from now, she still wouldn’t like me back.”

“Well, I’m not your friend’s therapist, but we can’t be so quick to assume.”

“Once you see the girl, you’ll know. She’s a hardcore ten. I’m a five, at best.”

“Crystal, remember what we went over…” Widow began, and the blue-haired girl finished the sentence.

“…Instead of self-deprecation, tell yourself you’re the best person ever, no matter whether you believe it or not - yeah, I get it,” Crystal rolled her eyes, “It’s just hard when you know it’s not true.”

“Well, I have a little tip I give my clients when they’re in a similar situation to you. The whole unrequited love thing,” the older woman got up from her seat and walked towards a cabinet, pulling out a packet of fresh, plain envelopes, “I usually tell them to write their crush love notes. It’s up to them whether they send them or not, or whether it’s anonymous or not, but they can be very therapeutic when needing to express bottled up emotion. Do you see where I’m coming from?”

Crystal raised a brow and tilted her head to the side slightly, the hint of a smile on her lips. She actually didn’t mind the idea.

“That’s actually super cute,” she giggled, taking the stack of envelopes from her therapist, “Thank you.”

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As soon as Crystal got home, she sprinted to her room and grabbed an old notebook from the back of her stationery drawer. It was a plain A5 paper notebook, but spread across each page was a ginormous red opaque One Direction logo. Crystal had got it for Christmas about a decade ago, but it had only been used a handful of times for random sketches and one draft of a Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles fanfiction.

She grabbed an ink fine-liner from her art pot which she would normally use for her pointillism artwork and began the first letter.

You don’t know who I am. Well, you do but like, not who is writing this. I hope you aren’t scared or anything - cause that’s the last thing I wanna do. I promise I’m not a freak. Well, I sorta look like one but, I know you aren’t one to be bothered by that kind of thing. It’s beautiful, you know. The way people look at you and assume you’ll hate them for who they are cause you’re so pretty and popular, but then you’re just as wonderful on the outside as you are within. That look on your face when you meet a new person drives me nuts. The way you look like you’ve swallowed the sun. Radiant. Always.

Sometimes I wish I could just tell you how I feel about you to your face, but I think you might faint out of disgust. You do that a lot. I sound like a stalker, but I promise I’m not. I think I’m just smitten.

She finished the letter, reading it over to make sure her handwriting looked unrecognisable. Although Gigi wasn’t the most observant person, she and Crystal were so familiar with each other that she was bound to notice her unique handwriting. She also made sure to spray it with an old perfume that she never wore, so Gigi wouldn’t connect their scents. Gigi always made comments about how she loved Crystal’s perfume, so the blue-haired girl had to take precautions. Her strong scent of cocoa and vanilla was bound to rub off on the paper, so she sprayed it with a men’s cologne that she had likely shoplifted years prior, spraying it onto the paper from a distance.

Although Widow had given her the option not to post the letters, Crystal felt like the weight of her crush wouldn’t be eased unless she actually posted it. So, she placed it into the envelope and slipped it into Gigi’s locker the next day at school when the blonde wasn’t around, her heart pounding in her ears with anticipation and verve.

She sat through her first class of the day, social studies with Daya, desperately trying to take her mind off the painful wait. Daya ranted to her about dinosaurs and how everyone’s perception of how they looked was wrong, but Crystal hardly paid attention. She would nod every so often, just so Daya wasn’t insulted, but she wasn’t really in the conversation.

After social studies, she shared a free period with Gigi. She made her way to their meeting spot in the library after the bell dismissed them from their first period, and sooner than she would’ve liked, Gigi was marching across the library towards her with the smuggest grin on her face.

“Oh my God Crystal Elizabeth you will never guess what I just found in my locker,” she squealed as quietly as possible, sliding into the seat opposite Crystal’s.

“What?” Crystal raised a brow, her mouth full of skittles. Now here was the hardest part - pretending to be shocked.

Gigi reached into her blazer pocket and pushed the familiar envelope towards the older girl, who plastered a confused look on her face. The dirty blonde gestured for her to open it, so she complied. She pulled out the letter that was already likely covered in her own fingerprints and unfolded it with a faux-expression of excitement.

“What the fuck is this?” she chuckled, trying to suppress the shake in her fingers as she held the letter.

“A letter. From a secret admirer,” Gigi beamed, placing her beautiful shaped chin into her palm and flashing her angelic white teeth. Wow, Crystal was more whipped than she thought.

“This is so dumb,” she lied blatantly, and to her surprise, Gigi frowned.

“You think so? I think it’s so sweet. And shit… whoever wrote it has a way with words,” she exhaled, tugging her plump, peachy lower lip between her teeth.

Crystal’s breathing hitched and she felt her skin redden. She assumed Gigi would find it painfully corny, but it seemed like she felt the opposite. The blonde promptly took the letter back from Crystal’s grasp, taking a look at it once more. The older girl wished she was imagining the blush that began to cover Gigi’s face, but it was definitely there.

“I hope they write again. I wanna play Nancy Drew,” Gigi smiled sheepishly, taking Crystal’s hand suddenly, “Will you help me, you know, try and crack the code?”

“Sure!”

Fuck. Crystal felt like Hannah Montana.

.

They spent Saturday together, drinking on Crystal’s roof and gossiping about their own respective friend groups, however, the conversation kept moving back towards the letter. Gigi was conflicted on whether or not she knew the person, but her repetitive use of he and him pronouns when she referred to the secret admirer caused Crystal’s blood to simmer.

When Gigi left the next morning after spending the night on Crystal’s couch, the blue-haired girl was quick to begin her second letter.

I hope these letters haven’t made you uncomfortable in any way. The look on your face when you read it tells me they haven’t though. What I want to tell you though, is that I’m not what you think. I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not a boy. I’m a girl. I don’t know if you like girls. If not; I’m sorry, but if you do; so do I. I like you a lot. All I want is to make you smile.

She spent Sunday at the skatepark, smoking with Daya, Daegen, Lux and Tiff, before slipping the note into Gigi’s locker first thing on Monday morning. The two of them, as well as Gigi’s friends Nicky and Jaida, all shared music class first period of Mondays. Whilst Crystal was pulling her viola out of its case, Gigi suddenly began dangling the envelope in front of her nose.

“Another one!” Gigi grinned, her voice cracking with adorable excitement. She took a seat beside Crystal and opened it. “I haven’t read it yet.”

Crystal watched her friend’s face with anticipation whilst she read the letter aloud, quiet enough that surrounding people wouldn’t hear. Gigi’s eyes widened as she read it over, and her grin faltered into an unreadable expression.

“What does it say?” Crystal questioned nervously.

“The person who wrote it isn’t a guy,” Gigi sighed, scratching the top of her head, “It’s a girl.”

The tanned girl pursed her lips, not knowing what to say next.

“Wow, uh. So… what do you think about that then?” she queried stupidly.

“About what?”

“You know… a girl liking you…”

The blonde crossed her legs and looked away from Crystal, “A pair of tits isn’t gonna stop me from loving this girls way of words. The anonymity is sexy. I should’ve known a man wouldn’t have the mental capacity to do something so romantic.”

This could not be real. Crystal felt like she was lucid dreaming.

“So you like… girls?” she pressed.

Gigi turned to her with a glint in her eye, “No gender or sex will stop me from wanting to kiss someone pretty.”

Oh.

“What? Are you homophobic or something?” Gigi added, and Crystal simply laughed.

”As if! Have you seen me? I think I should get ‘flaming lesbo’ tattooed on my cheek. I just didn’t know about you…” Crystal rushed out before she could even think about it. Never did she think she would come out in that way. In her mind, for most of her life, she had anticipated coming out in a very deep, emotional way - likely crying on Gigi’s bed. This was nothing of the sort.

“You’re a lesbian? Wow. I should’ve known,” the blonde simpered, and Crystal shoved her shoulder playfully.

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When my therapist recommended I write these, I thought it would help me get over you, but fuck I think I’m falling harder for you. That floral outfit you wore yesterday was so cute. When you walked into class, it lit the whole room up. You truly are God’s favourite, huh? Just kidding I don’t believe in God, but whoever sculpted you took their time.

“Crystal look at this one! This is the most poetic piece of artwork I have ever read,” Gigi gaped, rushing towards Crystal after the latter had waited outside her human biology class for her.

The older girl took the letter and read through it, biting hard on her lower lip whilst Gigi watched with a smile, “It’s cute,” she said.

“It isn’t just cute! It’s… beguiling!”

“Do you even know what that means?”

The blonde groaned as they began to walk through the hallways together.

“I think you’re jealous because no one is writing you captivatingly beautiful love letters.”

Crystal shrugged and continued walking, eventually bumping into Daegen and going for a much-needed smoke. The blue-haired girl didn’t want to come off as cold to her best friend, but she feared that if she said too much, Gigi would make the connection. She smoked in silence, allowing Daegen to rant about her weekly argument with Daya that would likely be resolved by Friday. Occasionally she would nod, but she kept quiet.

It was surprising to Crystal that Gigi appreciated the letters so much. She thought the blonde would find them creepy and stalker-like, and perhaps fear for her own safety, but the opposite reaction was apparent. So now Crystal didn’t know what to do. Gigi was falling for her words, but she didn’t know it was her.

Apparently Daegen had been saying something because suddenly the girl was snapping her pink acrylic covered fingers in front of her eyes.

“Are you listening to me, Crys? I asked what you were planning on doing for Halloween this Friday?”

Oh. Crystal had almost forgotten that she had been working on her Corpse-bride inspired Halloween costume since July, putting her entire soul into the concept and causing her fingers to bleed with the many late nights of sewing layers of tulle. Everything with Gigi must have been really getting in her head - so much so that she forgot about the object of her whole summer.

She was too old for trick or treating now, unfortunately, but she had been planning to have a small get-together (edging on a party) with her remote friend group as well as others. Gigi had promised to attend, after spending the last two Halloweens with the popular kids getting shitfaced at college parties.

“Don’t you remember? I’m throwing a party. My dad is out of town for work and my mom is spending time with our grandma. The house will be empty,” Crystal grinned, puffing a cloud of smoke into the air.

“Crystal Lucia Elizabeth throwing a party? Who would’ve thought,” Daegen smirked, “Is Geege coming?”

“Yup,” Crystal said, her smile faltering slightly as she popped the ‘p.’ Daegen didn’t press on, so soon they were both putting their cigarettes out and heading to their next class.

Word of Crystal’s Halloween party spread like a virus, and the prominent conversation around the school was what everyone was wearing. Thankfully for Crystal, most of her friends were art kids, so instead of wearing a slutty (insert random occupation) costume, they’d all be wearing actual thought-out looks.

At lunchtime, Crystal and Gigi sat under the bleachers together, sipping Yakults and talking about their days. The blue-haired girl asked Gigi what she’d be wearing to her Halloween party, but the blonde wouldn’t tell her.

“It’s a surprise.” her eyes were glinting smugly. Gigi was a seamstress, and everyone knew it. She would create intricately designed, beautiful outfits and sell them to big names on Instagram. Crystal often wondered why she hadn’t just dropped out of school, considering it seemed like she had a strong career set in stone.

But oh boy, Crystal knew whatever it was that Gigi was planning to wear would sweep her off her feet. Figuratively and literally - she was quite clumsy.

.

I can’t wait to see you at the Halloween party tomorrow. I know you’re going to look ethereal. You always do. It’s so hard to look at you without kissing you. I don’t know why I would ever think you would kiss me considering I’m not even half as pretty as you, but I will continue to manifest it as long as you’re in my life. I think I love you.

“She said she loved me in yesterday’s letter,” Gigi shouted through the wind, holding onto Crystal’s waist tight as the latter peddled through the neighbourhood.

“Do you love her?” Crystal replied, thankful that her friend was unable to see her expression at that moment. She couldn’t think straight with Gigi holding her in that way.

“I mean. I guess I have to talk to her face to face. For all I know she can’t speak for shit in real life. She said she’s going to your party tonight. Maybe all will be revealed…”

Crystal breathily laughed out a response as she turned into the school gate. She knew she wasn’t ready to come clean yet. Gigi would simply have to wait another day.

The day passed in a blur. The girls skipped Phys Ed as per usual, but instead returned to the library again for extra revision instead of going back to the bike sheds to get high like last time.

Friday night took a painfully long time to come, but when it did, Crystal could hardly breathe the entire day. She managed to flirt her way out of sixth-period history so she was able to speedily bike her way home to make a start on her eccentric Halloween makeup. People were set to begin arriving at 9 pm, and there wasn’t much preparation to be done aside from throwing a couple of fake cobwebs around the place and placing stacks of red solo cups on the kitchen counter. Her makeup would take at least an hour and a half, so as soon as she got home she took a five-minute shower before beginning the look.

She painted her entire body a silvery grey before carving out strong cheekbones with black paint, giving her an undead appearance. She shaped her brows in a way that would make her look constantly mournful. She slipped her dress on, threw on four different silver necklaces, pulled her voluminous black wig over her head, and clipped the vail to it carefully. After admiring her masterpiece through her phone camera for a few minutes, the doorbell rang. It was Lux and Tiff, who had texted to say they were arriving early.

“Oh my God,” Crystal squealed as she opened the door, revealing the two girls. Both of them were dressed in beige prison outfits, and it quickly clicked to her that they were supposed to be Alex and Piper from Orange Is the New Black. “Lesbians, I assume,” she grinned, but the two girls in front of her were too busy gaping at her own outfit.

“Wow. You are Tim Burton’s wet dream,” Tiff said, pushing past Crystal and entering her home.

“No, I’m not. I’m not white, remember,” Crystal joked.

Lux had brought her large overpriced speaker to blast music. She heaved it into the living room and plugged it in, immediately starting to blast Stupid Love cause she was that girl.

Luckily for Crystal, her neighbourhood adored her. Her street was predominantly old women, but instead of constantly yelling at Crystal for dressing slutty, partying and smoking weed on her roof, they would simply envy her recklessness.

After an hour of pre-shots, people began to arrive. Most people brought their own alcohol, but it was clear that many of them were already drunk before they even arrived. Crystal remained in the foyer, leaning against the wall, singing along to Lux’s music and answering the doorbell whenever it rang. Every time the ringing echoed across the house, she’d subconsciously pray Gigi was on the other side, but for the first two hours, it never was.

Nicky, Jaida and Gigi all arrived at once, and Crystal felt herself get cotton mouth for a second when she looked over them all. Nicky was dressed in a basic white gown with her blonde hair down, however, she was absolutely drenched in fake blood and she wore a small prom queen tiara and sash. It was obviously a Carrie cosplay, and Crystal adored it. Jaida had her entire body painted green and wore a black catsuit over it, cosplaying as Gamora from Guardians of the Galaxy.

Crystal complimented their costumes first, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Gigi. Her Halloween costume wasn’t as bold as they had been in the previous years, but there was something about it that took Crystal’s breath away. The blonde had her hair down and curled in smooth waves and she was wearing a loose white dress with a victorian-Esque corset pulling her waist in impossibly tight. She had dripped wax below her eyes, giving a crying illusion, and her makeup was a shimmery purple, making her look angelic. Yes - that was her costume - an angel. Strapped across her back was the largest pair of faux feather angel wings Crystal had ever seen. They were reminiscent of the ones a Victoria’s Secret models would wear, and they shimmered under the moonlight.

“Holy fuck…” Crystal blurted, before squeaking slightly.

“I know right? They’re so fucking heavy,” Gigi giggled before hopping in and air-kissing Crystal on each cheek, “You look so good, girl.”

“Thanks,” Crystal smiled, deciding that she would no longer be taking doorbell duty. She wanted to enjoy herself, so she walked through to the kitchen where Daya was doing body shots with some guy she had never seen before and promptly decided to join her.

Every so often, she would catch Gigi dancing and knocking things over with her wings. She didn’t mind if Gigi ended up shattering a vase. She would glue up every fragment of china for her.

After her second shot, Crystal made her way to the living room with Daegen to observe people’s dancing, and that’s when she saw them.

There was this guy from Gigi’s geography class that she never shut up about. His name was Toby, and he was one of those ‘hipster boys.’ He was a self-proclaimed feminist but probably cried about rejections from women on the internet. Every time Crystal saw his lanky frame enter a room, she felt sick and fantasized about decking him. There was something about him that was just so irritating to her, and every time he stuck his tongue out at her friend or wiggled his eyebrows like a fucking loser, Crystal wanted to cave in on herself.

And there he was, in her home, dancing with her best friend to ‘If You’re Too Shy’ by The 1975, grinding against her cause her angel wings were too large for the roles to be reversed. Gigi was biting her lip and grinning wide - evidently drunk - and she flipped her hair and bounced to the upbeat synth. Nicky was cheering her on from the couch, and Crystal wished she could just shut the party down. So much for Gigi falling in love with her words? Now she was grinding over some flimsy incel that looked like he would have to be pegged by a woman in bed.

It only got worse from there. The blonde caught Crystal’s eye and she walked up to her slowly, her hand still intertwined with Toby’s. Her words were so slurred that the older girl almost didn’t catch them, but she heard Gigi say: “Hey Toby was wondering if your bedroom was free? All the other ones are occupied but I’m desperateeee.”

Crystal had to hold back the mouthful of vomit threatening to spill from her lips. Gigi was so incredibly drunk, and it seemed like Toby was sober, so the entire endeavour didn’t sit right with her at all. She mentally cursed herself for being so generous, because before she could even register what she was doing, she was pulling a small key out of her bra and Gigi and Toby were rushing their way upstairs.

“Fuck, Crys. Have some respect for yourself,” she mumbled when she was out of earshot from her friend. Decidedly, she made her way to the garden where she knew Daegen was smoking with Tiff. She had to ease her mind.

.

“Fuck, Goode, you’re so hot,” Toby grunted, carelessly pulling Gigi’s wings off her arms. Gigi’s mind was hazy and she couldn’t think or speak properly, so she wasn’t able to tell the boy that the wings were handmade and extremely fragile.

“Thanks,” she slurred as he began to undress her, “Wait.”

“What?”

“Let me try and find a condom.”

She hopped off Crystal’s bed and somehow managed to find her way to her friend’s chest of drawers. She found panties and tampons among many other things, but she couldn’t find a condom. She reached the final drawer and frantically poked around for one. Then she grabbed something, and suddenly she sobered up.

It was a red A5 notepad with a black swirly binder. On the red cover, Gigi spotted five faces; Zayn, Niall, Liam, Harry and Louis. She chuckled slightly, before opening the notebook. Her heart dropped. If the familiar 1D watermark print paper wasn’t enough to make the connection, the titular scribble saying ‘Love letter for Geege draft’ at the top sealed it.

“Are you okay, Gigi?” she heard Toby ask from the bed.

The blonde paused and furrowed her brow, not sure what to do next. “Um. I can’t do this. Sorry.”

“But it was gonna be so good… You look so fine…” “Not tonight, Toby. Sorry.”

Her tone was serious, and Toby knew not to cross her. The boy watched as she pulled her dress and wings back on, and squinted his eyes when she saw a small red notebook in her hands.

“What’s that?” he pressed.

“Get out. Crystal wouldn’t want you in her room.”

After muttering a few disgusting insults under his breath, he left the room, leaving Gigi alone on her best friend’s bed with an overwhelming amount of thoughts.

Downstairs, Crystal had a growing concern as to where Gigi was, because she swore she saw Toby leave with another girl on his arm. Instead of being petty, she decided to be a good friend and creep up the stairs. To her surprise, her bedroom door was wide open. Upon entering, she realised it was empty. And then she saw the small A5 One Direction notebook wide open on her bed, and knew it was time to shut the party down.

It didn’t take more than fifteen minutes to get everyone out, but she was still met with groans of annoyance due to it only being little after midnight. Daya stayed back to help Crystal clean up, but the blonde knew something was wrong.

“Crys? What happened?” she asked, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder. Her other hand was occupied with a large bin bag filled with chip packets, put-out cigarettes and paper cups.

The small motion of comfort caused Crystal to break down, tears tumbling down her cheeks and creating streaks in her white face paint. Patches of caramel skin showed through as she cried more and more.

“No one… touched you… did they?” Daya questioned, dropping the trash bag and wrapping her arms around her friend’s waist.

“No,” Crystal sobbed, “I don’t really wanna talk about it. I’m fine. I just have to figure out a couple of things.”

“Do you need me to stay over?”

“No. It’s fine. I need some alone time.” The house was back to its usual state after twenty minutes, then D aya’s Lyft arrived and she left. Crystal found herself in front of her vanity, scrubbing at her face with cotton pads in an attempt to remove her many layers of makeup. She turned on her ‘Sad Girl Hours’ Spotify playlist whilst she cleaned herself up and continued playing it when she slid into the bath.

Gigi knew.

She couldn’t even think about why Gigi was snooping about in her drawers, she just knew that Gigi knew. Gigi finally made the connection. Crystal’s mask of hiding behind her romantic words was gone. There was no coming back from this. Part of her wanted to slide her body down the white acrylic bathtub surface, submerging herself in the water and remaining there until her lungs couldn’t function without another breath.

Instead, she simply sat there, neck and below beneath the steaming water, eyes shut. Her mind swarmed with escape plans. Would transferring to another school be worth it? Her current school was the best in the district. Should she give it up merely to run away from her problems? Should she face the issue head-on and talk about it with Gigi? Yes. Will she? Absolutely not.

She clambered out when the steam from the water began to make her dizzy. She straightened her blue hair every morning, but it had returned to its curly, frizzy state when it became dampened by the water. She rang it out into the sink using a hand towel, droplets of water falling from her naked frame. Everything was calm. The only thing that could be heard was the occasional sniffle - for Crystal was still crying sightly.

But, like all things, the peace came to an end when Crystal heard a clattering noise come from her bedroom. She yanked a towel from behind the bathroom door before hesitantly making her way back to her room, gasping when she saw someone climbing through her window. Instinctively, she grabbed a tennis racket that was hanging in the corner of her room.

“Jesus Christ - put that down!” the intruder gasped, and Crystal realised that it wasn’t an escaped prisoner coming to steal her and hold her captive in their trunk - it was Gigi.

Part of Crystal wanted to hit Gigi across the head with the racket painstakingly hard so the blonde’s memory would be wiped, forgetting the humiliating events of the day, but instead, Crystal just placed the racket down and covered herself tensely. She was still in her towel, and her hair was still dripping down her shoulders. She likely looked a mess, but it was too dark to notice.

“It’s almost 3 am…” Crystal whispered. Although she didn’t ask anything, it was clear her statement meant ‘why are you here?’

Gigi’s eyes trailed over to the blue-haired girl’s bed where the notebook still sat. Crystal had been afraid to touch it.

“Listen, if you’re going to ridicule me, do it on Monday, cause I’m too tired for this-” the older girl began, but Gigi stepped closer towards her.

The blonde had removed her costume and had her face now bare of any makeup. She was just stood there in black sports leggings and a pink sweater that was three sizes too large, swallowing up her slender frame. Her hair was damp and now in plaits, and her eyes were as puffy and tear-stained as Crystal’s, yet somehow still so beautiful.

“I’m not going to ridicule you, Crys,” she whispered, “I just wanna know… Was it you all along?”

Crystal didn’t wanna say it. Her body had never burned so bad, despite being bare and dripping with water. It was impossible to look Gigi in the eye, so instead, she looked at the gathering dust on the floor, gulping instead of responding.

“Answer me, Crys.” - she was getting closer.

“I don’t know if I can- if I can say it-” Crystal stumbled, her voice cracking under pressure.

Gigi stepped into Crystal’s bubble suddenly, reaching for the latter’s shaky hand. She took it in her own and pressed a soft kiss to it. “Don’t be scared to talk to me. We are best friends, remember. We vowed to always be transparent with one another - so I need you to tell me.”

After too long, Crystal finally met Gigi’s sparkling blue gaze. She swallowed back yet another lump in her throat before nodding. “It was me. I wrote them. All of them.”

The older girl swore she heard Gigi’s breathing hitch, but if the blonde was shocked in any way, she didn’t show any sign of it.

“I wanted to believe it was you, but when you seemed so disinterested in the letters, I began to question it. I never knew that you could write in such a way, Crys,” Gigi smiled sadly, reaching over to catch a tear spilling from Crystal’s eye with her thumb. The touch seemed to burn, sending electrifying sensations through both of them. “Did you truly mean everything you wrote in those letters or was it all a big joke to make me feel special?”

Crystal gasped slightly and furrowed her brow.

“Gigi Goode… You are special. When we got high during Phys Ed and you were all touchy I- I realised that I liked you. Even though it hasn’t been long since I realised it, I know my attraction to you has been there from the start. It started to become impossible to be around you without telling you how I felt, so I wrote it down in letters and hoped I could send the feeling away.”

Crystal was crying now - hard. She was a crier, and everyone knew it, but there was something about the quiet whimpers escaping her lips at that moment that took Gigi off guard.

“I wish you would’ve told me but, I can’t blame you. It’s terrifying,” Gigi sighed, stepping even closer. “I can’t even begin to explain how those letters made me feel, Crys. They made me feel like I hold some significance in somebody’s life. That someone might want me. That I am good enough for someone. You made me feel all that.”

In a bold move, Crystal was reaching towards her friend and tucking an escaped wisp of blonde hair behind her ear, “I can’t imagine a world where you aren’t good enough, Geege.”

“Your letters made me feel so loved,” Gigi sniffled. “Do you love me, Crystal?”

Crystal parted her lips, her hand still lingering by the side of Gigi’s face. It was a make or break moment.

“Yes,” she breathed, and then Gigi was leaning in.

The blonde paused before their lips could meet, looking for a sign of approval in her friend’s eyes. Crystal nodded, and that gave Gigi what she needed to finally press her lips against the former’s frown. They instantly became so content like that, lips moving together so perfectly like they just fit.

It was so gentle, to begin with, Crystal’s hand barely touching the side of Gigi’s face - but then the blonde’s fingers grabbed the top of Crystal’s arm, pulling her closer and prying her mouth open with her tongue. Their lips shifted clumsily against each other, but it still felt so right. Crystal tasted like teardrops and pineapple juice, and Gigi tasted like mint.

As the kiss became more and more heated, Crystal figured out what to do with her free hand. She took Gigi’s hand and led her towards the knot that held her towel together, staring at the blonde with dark, lustful eyes.

“I want you,” Crystal said, like it was a promise, “I need you.”

“I’m yours,” Gigi replied, pulling the knot loose and watching as the towel dropped by Crystal’s feet, showing off tanned curves glistening in water drops, begging to be marked.

They pulled one another in once again in a knee-weakening kiss, their noses colliding with each other as the passion fogged their minds. Soon, they were falling onto Crystal’s bed, and Crystal was watching whilst Gigi undressed herself in front of her.

“Promise me we’ll do this, and then we will talk everything out?” Crystal asked whilst Gigi was pulling her leggings off.

The blonde pressed a gentle kiss against Crystal’s cheek before whispering, “Of course. I love you.”

While Crystal watched Gigi hook a naked leg over her own, all she could think was: Widow VonDu needs a pay rise.

[wthtorke]

Okay, how did you come up with JuJu, because I love it! It reminds me of voodoo and how there’s good and bad juju. Yet at the same time it makes me laugh because I think of the jujubes Rolf eats in Ed edd and eddy. Also, what is up with his gal pal? She sounds as talkative as me without caffeine! She’s a trip and I like her!

I have been meaning to write about them it's been a while! And yes Juju is a reference to voodoo! This is how they met!

"

"I call bullshit!", "Shut up Marco,you don't know shit about the signal". 

"Yeah,right! Our scans didn't catch a squeak for three fucking months and suddenly there's this signal? And we're going to answer it?!".

"It's not our job,you idiot. What I know is that your job is to fucking check engine six".

"Fuck you,Daya",Marco spat as he climbed the staircase to the engine, "When the aliens get your ass,don't come screaming!".

"Yeah,yeah", Daya huffed,checking the engine task off her list, "Wishing bad shit on people is bad Juju Marco,and it's gonna come for your ass". She laughed, "Besides, the aliens might even like me".

Marco laughed as he punched a code on the engine's panels, "You? Daya, humans can't stand you,what makes you think an alien would?".

- 48 hours later -

"Marco?! Marco,I'm fucking stuck! One of those things is out there,I don't know which of them-! Marco?! I know you can hear me you asshole! I can hear your fucking breathing! Marco?!". Marco huffed as he rushed through another corridor,running towards the intact escape shuttles in the ship.

Hsssssssss..

Or so he thought.

"Fuck-! AAAAA-!"

-

Daya screamed in frustration as she slammed the radio down,shattering it, "There's your bad Juju you fricking-! Ugh!", Daya pulled her goggles from her forehead,hair sticking to her neck from the sweat.

Her eyes stung, water coming up and cascading down her cheeks as she struggled to breathe,'I'm gonna die here,holy fuck-, I'm gonna die'.

Daya's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of claws scraping against the metal hatch separating her from the alien infested ship.

"FUCK YOU! I'M NOT GONNA DIE BY YOUR CLAWS YOU FILTHY-! PIECE OF GARBAGE!",Daya banged her foot against the door three times in rage.

Only to hear it bang back twice,very softly.

"What?",Daya's heart pumped hope through her veins as she glued her face to the hatch,"Who's there? Are you alive?! I...Please say something!".

Daya listened carefully to everything,to anything.

She heard a groan and that was enough.

Daya slammed the 'open hatch' button on the panel,waiting to see either a familiar face or deadly claws and tail waiting for her.

She saw neither.

Daya almost jumped out of her skin when all she saw was a fallen warrior, a 'yautja' if she'd heard right. It was bleeding from multiple wounds, breathing barely there,hand fallen close to her hatch.

"Holy fuck,oh my God, oh holy fuck-",Daya considered closing the hatch as fast as she opened it,stopping her hand mid air to look at the warrior again. If it died,she'd be alone forever,she would die alone.

Another groan made Daya jump into action,grabbing the thing's less hurt arm and slowly but surely pull it inside her hideout.The effort had Daya's face red and her clothes sticking to her body with sweat.

It took Daya two precious minutes to get his body inside. "Holy shit,you're huge-,God, what the hell",Daya heaved,tucking his leg inside,checking around one last time before looking at the fallen warrior again,"God,I hope this is good Juju",she huffed as she closed the hatch.

[veiljumpernyssa]

Luceo non Uro - Chapter 9

Dies irae (day of wrath)

Relationships: Asra/Apprentice

Rating: Mature

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He had never seen the streets so empty.

Asra moved down the street at a headlong pace, lungs burning. On a normal day the crowds would have been out in force, flowing between the south market and the docks. Now there were so little people...and so many red-painted doors.

His nerves felt raw here, fear keeping his chest tight. But still he kept an eye out, and when he saw the clinic -- a wooden sign with a painted bottle of leeches -- he veered towards it. And stopped, as he caught sight of the red paint smeared over the doorframe.

Of course it would be marked, he reminded himself, as his stomach clenched. This was the ultimate haven for plague sufferers.

Asra tried the door. Locked.

Confusion overtook him. He leaned against the building and pulled the stack of letters from his bag. They were dog eared and fraying, worn from being read many times -- but never replied to. A reaction borne of pride, and one he now regretted. The last two were particularly creased and many lines were crossed out, as if they had run out of parchment.

D  e ar As ra

Forgive the shortnes of the letter. I dont know how Ilya ran this clinic by himself. Exhaustin g. I dont know where you are and I dont know why you wont answer my letters. I dream of you every night. Please dont leave me to wonder so callously.

Day  a

He closed his eyes, imagining the words as if they fell from their lips. When he could hold the paper without trembling, he read the last one.

Asra

You must hate me. Why else would you meet my le ters with cold sile nce

Please Im sory. If I could take it back I would

Asra clutched the last letter to his chest and knew a moment of bitter regret.

Two weeks it had been since the letter found him, inkstained and tremulous. Daya had always written in a beautiful cursive (maybe he was a lovesick fool, to think even their handwriting was lovely, but they did) -- it had to be fatigue. It had to be. Anything else was unthinkable. Unacceptable.

Faust peeked out from under his scarf. Her tongue flicked the air, and she slithered across the paper, across his hand.

Daya?

“I don’t know, Faust,” Asra said heavily. “I think they must have gone to help the doctor.” Knowing Daya, they would have worked themself to exhaustion, and then they would have pushed themself some more.

Even if they were better now. Even if they were angry at his stubbornness; even if they had finally given up on trying to contact him...it didn’t matter. Together they could talk it out. They always did.

Faust slid over his shoulders, and Asra nuzzled her with his cheek.

Snooze?

“You snooze,” Asra said, stroking her chin. “I need to find Daya.”

Faust sent him a distinct sensation of disapproval, but Asra placed her in his bag and moved away from the door. He was exhausted, it was true, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to find them--he had to know they were alright.

~oOo~

His legs were burning by the time he reached the palace.

It wasn't hard to bluff his way inside. The doors were open to any who offered help to cure the plague, and it had only been a matter of convincing the chamberlain he was there to consult with the doctors. From there it was only too easy to be pointed to the library.

The palace hadn't changed much in the year or so since Asra had attended the Masquerade--with Daya, he reminded himself sadly--but without the festivities it seemed oddly empty.

The library door was open, its heavy carved door braced against the wall. Asra walked in with purpose -- and there was a desk shoved against the far wall, like the chamberlain said. A man sat in the spindly chair, poring over a large red tome.

Daya had never described the doctor’s appearance in their letters, but the plague mask hanging off his chair gave him away immediately. He was thin, and tall enough that he needed to hunch over the desk. Red curls flopped over his face; over a long nose and sharp chin.

“Doctor Devorak?” Asra asked.

The man jumped, glanced around wildly and looked right at him. His grey eyes widened, and--strangely--a flash of recognition passed over his face.

“You're Asra, aren't you? Asra Alnazar?”

For a moment Asra paused, taken aback. “You know me?”

“No,” Doctor Devorak replied. He rose slowly, closed the book with a thud and approached, adjusting his jacket. “My apprentice described you. Dayana Firestone--Daya. They, uh, made mention of you.”

Asra’s stomach clenched at the fondness in the man’s expression. An idle thought crossed his mind, but he pushed it away--he had no business questioning either of them over what might have happened in his absence. He had no right.

“They did?” he said, tongue thick in his mouth.

“Ah, well, to say they only mentioned you once or twice is quite an understatement. Daya spoke of you fondly. A lot, actually.” The man extended his hand. “Ilya Devorak. Or Julian, if you prefer. I know Nevivon names aren’t easy on the tongue. Not if you’re used to Vesuvian, as it were.”

“You talk about them as if they’re--” Asra’s heart twisted painfully in his chest; he took a deep, shuddering breath and steeled himself. “Where is Daya?”

The doctor left his hand hanging awkwardly for a moment, then withdrew it, running his long fingers through his hair.

“Asra...why don't we go somewhere else to talk? I have an office down in the --”

“I'm not interested in talking,” Asra replied coldly. “I want to know where they are.”

Ilya sighed.

“They’re gone,” he said finally. His shoulders slumped. “One of the other doctors took them to the Lazaret two days ago.”

“What do you mean, they’re gone? What the hell is the Lazaret?”

His heart was thundering in his ears, panic building in his chest. Faust poked her head out of his bag; Ilya’s eyes flicked to the snake questioningly, then back to him.

“It's where they take the sick who..who are almost...”

He trailed off. Guilt flashed across his face.

“No,” Asra said. The sick dread caught in his chest, and he felt dizzy.

“Asra, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you had to find out like this.” The man looked wretched, Asra observed from some faraway place in his mind. Guilt and regret painted his sharp features, made his pale skin even paler. “I only just found out.”

Asra looked at the remorse in the doctor’s expression, and wondered how he could so hate a person he had only just met.

“I don’t want your apology,” he said, his voice low.

“I--I know. Sorry doesn’t seem to be enough...”

“It’s not. No--” Asra stepped back as Ilya reached for him, his expression empathetic. “Don’t touch me. I’ll find my own way out.”

He turned on his heel without another word and left, before the tears could spill down his cheeks, and ignored Ilya’s voice calling his name.

Gone. Gone, they were gone, and he was too late.

The pain in his chest intensified, and Asra forced the sobs down into his stomach. He would not be seen broken. Not by Ilya--especially not by him. The thought made him want to vomit.

Daya?

“Not here, Faust,” Asra said breathlessly, as his pace quickened. “But we’ll find them.”

[imaginestoinfinity]

How I Fell In Love With Spider-Man [Peter Parker Fic- Part 1]

"Come on girls! Let's go!" Ms. Warren called out. I leaned forward, hands on my knees as I balanced myself. Squinting at home plate, I saw the Forest Hills player getting ready to bat.

"Let's go, Nellsie! Strike her out!" I called to our pitcher. She looked back at me and winked as she set the ball into her glove. Looking back at home, she took a deep breath before setting her stance. She took a step forward and wound up, pitching straight at the batter. She jumped back, bat in the air as the umpire called a strike.

"Whooo!" I cheered, smiling as I clapped my glove. I heard Ms. Warren call out "Nice" from the dugout. Melody, our catcher, threw the ball back at Nellsie, who resumed her stance before winding up and pitching again.

"Strike!" the ump called.

"Let's go let's go!" our center fielder called out next to me. I punched the palm of my mitt twice as I let out a cheer.

"One more, Nell! You can do this!" I called. The ball was thrown back to her and she took a deep breath, studying the batter. She took a step forward and wound up, pitching straight at her.

Crack. She made a hit.

"Go! Go! Go!" the other team's coach called out. She dropped the bat and started running towards first base. I looked up, keeping an eye on the ball, I ran forward, holding my mitt up to catch it. Then I realized it was heading much, much farther out.

"Diaz! Run!" Ms. Warren called out. I started running backwards, trying to get myself under the ball. It kept flying outward, and I was forced to switch up, running ahead. I took my eyes off the ball to look forward, and realized it was heading straight for two boys sitting just outside the field.

"Head's up!" I yelled. They didn't seem to hear me, so I called out again. "Watch out!". Still no luck. I looked back up at the ball and saw how close it was to them. I had no choice but to launch myself forward, catching the ball and landing right in front of the two boys.

"YEAH!!" came a loud, collective cheer from the team. I huffed, rolling over and looking at the two who both had shocked expressions on their faces. One was a heavier set boy with dark hair, who held a Lego-styled X-Wing. The other was thinner, with brown hair and wide eyes.

"Uhh..." the darker haired boy said, dropping his X-Wing. The other boy remained silent. I began to sit up, staring down at the two.

"You two almost got socked with a line-drive" I groaned, out of breath from the rough landing. I brushed some of the dust off my uniform before looking back at them. "You're welcome". I turned around and started jogging towards the team, who had formed a celebratory circle at the pitcher's mound. I could faintly hear the two boys conversing.

"Dude, what does that even mean?"

"I have no idea"

"That was amazing"

I jogged over to the circle, which had opened up, and jumped in as they closed it around me. We all jumped in cheer; we won the game. After a few minutes of cheering, we lined up, as did the other team, and did our mandatory high fives and congratulations. Afterward we all headed towards our dugout, where the girls all patted me on the back.

"Way to go, Daya!" Melody said, hugging me from behind. I smiled, trying to regain my balance as she pulled me backwards. Nellsie walked over and lightly punched my arm.

"That's my girl!" she said with a smile. Ms. Warren walked over to us with a smile, making Melody jump off my back.

"I think it's a unanimous decision that Diaz deserves the game ball today" she said, handing it to me. I took it and smiled as the other girls cheered. Ms. Warren took another step closer and leaned down.

"Now, maybe you could put as much effort into passing physics" she said into my ear. I felt my ears get hot, and bit my lip and nodded, avoiding eye contact as she walked away. I tossed the ball into my bag, as well as my mitt, and slid on my sweater, waiting for Nellsie and Melody. Together we began our journey home.

"Ooh, Daya's in trouble" Melody teased. I made a face at her and rolled my eyes, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"What did Coach say?" Nellsie asked, referring to Ms. Warren. I shook my head.

"Just that, I need to put as much effort into physics as I do into softball" I replied. We waited on the train platform, kicking dropped wrappers and bottle caps onto the tracks.

"You need to pass. You're the best choice for Captain next year, but you won't be if you fail off" Nellsie said. I bit my lip-- she was right. The train pulled into the station, and we stepped in.

"Maybe you could get a tutor" Melody suggested. I shook my head.

"Guys, this is Midtown Science and Tech, anyone that could help me is part of like, fifty clubs. And anyone that does have the time, is in the same boat as me" I replied. A ding  sounded through the cart; This is 30 Ave.

"I'll see you guys later" I said, getting off the train. I watched them wave at me through the window with small frowns as the train began to pull away. I kicked the ground with my cleat and sucked my teeth. I gotta find a tutor.

The next day we had another home game with Townsend High. Once again, we were in the lead, and in our last inning. Nellsie was brought out to close the game, and Melody and I were both in the outfield.

"Hey," Melody called over. "That kid's back". I looked in the direction she nodded in and saw the same boy from yesterday. I shook my head and looked forward, watching Nellsie.

"Hopefully he'll actually hear us this time" I replied. Nellsie wound up and pitched. Strike. The catcher threw it back to her, and she pitched again-- another strike.

"Come on, Nellsie!" Melody called out.

"Just like yesterday!" I shouted. She stepped forward and wound up, pitching the ball.

CRACK. Full contact. The ball went flying through the air.

"That's not what I meant" I groaned as I watched the ball head toward right field-- toward me. I made a run for it, seeing it headed straight for the boy again. Dammit.

"Head's up!" I yelled. This time he looked up, but didn't run; it was like he froze up. I groaned to myself. Here we go again.

I eyes the ball again, and leaped, catching it. Luckily, I was able to land on my feet instead of my side this time. Cheers erupted from the field, and I smiled to myself before looking back down at the boy.

"Are you trying to get hit, or do you like me saving your face?" I asked out of breath. He stared at me with wide eyes, and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I looked down and noticed some notebooks open and papers with a bunch or diagrams and formulas scribbled. He quickly covered them up.

"Uh, just... slow reflexes" he said, his voice shaky. He stood up and brushed off his pants.

"Yeah, really slow" I said, eyeing him. He looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Thanks for, uh, saving my face... I'm Peter, by the way" he said. I nodded, tossing the ball up softly and catching it.

"Dayanara. Call me Daya" I replied. He nodded and looked down, shuffling his feet.

"Daya!" I heard a voice call. I turned around and saw Melody and Nellsie in the middle of the field holding my things. The post-game celebration had ended and everyone was ready to go home. I turned back to the boy and nodded.

"See ya around. Maybe find another spot to draw, ya know, so you don't get hit" I said, walking backward. He laughed nervously and nodded shooting me an awkward thumbs up.

"Will do. See ya... around" he replied. I jogged back to my friends and grabbed my bag from them, which they had so kindly packed up for me.

"Still didn't listen, huh?" Melody asked, holding my bag so I could put it on. I shook my head.

"Nope. Heard me though, just didn't run" I replied, adjusting the straps. Nellsie gave me a look.

"Ooh, someone's got a crush on Daya" she said in a singsong voice. I rolled my eyes at her and took a sip from my water bottle, walking past her.

"I don't have time for a boy. I've got bigger things to worry about" I said.

"Like passing physics" Melody said.

"Being Captain" Nellsie chimed in. I shook my head.

"No. I'm gonna be the first female in the MLB".

[cheyjnes-blog]

3 / 27 / 19 ━ your character’s mood for the day.

01. insomnia by daya. “i keep on hoping to find you, reaching in between the sheets, baby, it's only been one night, feel like it's been like a week.”

02. walk me home by p!nk. “there's something in the way i wanna cry, that makes me think we'll make it out alive, so come on and show me how we're good, i think that we could do some good, mhm.”

03. no new friends by sia, diplo, labrinth, lsd. “i got all i need in a world of doubt, we got our champagne dreams in an endless drought, we are the kings and queens seeking our aces out, we got all we need, no new friends now.”

04. here with me by marshmello, cvrches. “can i tell you something just between you and me? when i hear your voice, i know i'm finally free, every single word is perfect as it can be, ‘cause i need you here with me.”

05. so am i by ava max. “can you hear the whispers all across the room? you feel her eyes all over you like cheap perfume, you're beautiful, but misunderstood, so why you tryna be just like the neighborhood?”

06. talk by khalid, disclourse. “can we just talk? can we just talk? talk about where we're goin', before we get lost, lend me your thoughts.”

07. hold it in by the chainsmokers. “hold it, even though it kills you slowly, explosions, hidden when we're in the open, keep on smilin' until it's over.”

08. i can’t get enough by benny blanco, selena hernandez, j balvin, tainy. “crazy, i like that, you like that, so let's be crazy, the contact, impact, i want that daily, our breath getting deeper, deeper, lately, i like that, baby, ‘cause i can't get enough.”

3 / 28 / 19 ━ songs that remind your character of their children/child

to kelsea gomez jones;

01. blue by beyonce, blue ivy. “sometimes these walls seem to cave in on me, when i look in your eyes, i feel alive, some days we say words that don't mean a thing, but when you holding me tight, i feel alive.”

02. small bump by ed sheeran. “and you can lie with me, with your tiny feet, when you're half asleep, i'll leave you be, right in front of me, 'cause you are my one and only, you can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight”

03. sing to me by jhene aiko, namiko love. “you are my world, you are my world, my favorite girl, my, my, my, my, you are my world.”

04. mama’s hand by queen najia. “when I first laid eyes on you, when i heard your heartbeat too, oh i never knew, i could witness an angel so beautiful, from the very moment you arrived i felt something new inside, i developed a love that was so unconditional.”

to bennett gomez james;

05. i got you by ciara. “i got your back, i got you, i take your side, i lay my life down for you, i'll crawl over broken glass, i will stand in the flame, take the bullet, take the blows, i would take all the pain, anything, anything that you gotta get through, hey, hey, I got you.”

06. speechless by alicia keys, eve. “when i wake up in the morning babe, can't believe my eyes, sweetest little part of destiny, cause you are now in my life, there ain't no man or prize, can compare to you, ain't no words to describe the way that I'm feeling, when I look at you.”

07. count on me by burno mars. “if you tossin' and you're turnin' and you just can't fall asleep, i'll sing a song, beside you and if you ever forget how much you really mean to me, everyday I will remind you.”

08. promises by jhene aiko, namiko, miyagi. “you're getting so big now, you're making me so proud cuz, you are such a star and you know that you are.”

3 / 29 / 19 ━ a playlist for your lover or ex lover

01. here with me by marshmello, cvrches. “can i tell you something just between you and me? when i hear your voice, i know i'm finally free, every single word is perfect as it can be, ‘cause i need you here with me.”

02. the bones by maren morris. “when the bones are good, the rest don't matter, yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter, let it rain 'cause you and i remain the same, when there ain't a crack in the foundation.”

03. just you and i by tom walker. “let's get drunk, i'll pour my heart out through my mouth, this year's been hard for us no doubt, let's raise a glass to a better one and all the things that we've overcome.”

04. no sleep by martin garrix, bon. “i don't need no sleep, ‘cause i'm already dreaming, already dreaming, say you'll never leave, because i love the feeling, i love the feeling.”

05. lay me down by sam smith. “can i lay by your side, next to you, you and make sure you’re alright, i’ll take care of you, and i don’t want to be here if i can’t be with you tonight.”

06. if i ain’t got you by alicia keys. “some people want it all, but i don't want nothing at all, if i ain't you baby.”

07. she will be loved by maroon 5. “i don't mind spendin' everyday , out on your corner in the pourin' rain, look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay awhile.”

08. all of me by john legend. “'cause all of me, loves all of you, love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections.”

3 / 30 / 19 ━  songs that hit your character in the feels

01. afire love by ed sheeran. “darling hold me in your arms the way you did last night and we'll lie inside, a little while he wrote, i could look into your eyes until the sun comes up and we're wrapped in light, in life, in love.”

02. only 1 by layla russo. “i can't, be your, only one, no i can't, be your only one, ‘cause you look twice as good as anyone i ever met and your love is three time better, how could anyone forget, no i can't.”

03. make you feel my love by adele. “i know you haven't made your mind up yet, but i will never do you wrong, i've known it from the moment that we met, no doubt in my mind where you belong.”

04. close to you by rihanna. “nothing but a tear, that's all for breakfast, watching you pretend you're unaffected, you're pulling our connections, expecting me to let you go, but I won't.”

05. losin’ control by russ. “she's falling but she doesn't think he'll catch her, ‘cause her last relationship was a disaster, accusations everyday she didn't know why, all her calls would be ignored he's on his own time.”

06. sign of the times by miles knight. “just stop your crying, it's a sign of the times, welcome to the final show, hope you're wearing your best clothes.”

07. coaster by khalid. “maybe you weren't the one for me, but deep down i wanted you to be, i'll still see you in my dreams, alll the things that I did for you, just wasn't it for you.”

08. broken clocks by sza. “all I got is these broken clocks, i ain't got no time, just burning daylight, still love and it's still love, and it's still love.”

3 / 31 / 19 ━  a playlist for your character’s best friend

01. no scrubs by tlc. 

02. already won by kehlani. 

03. 7/11 by beyonce. 

04. do wop (that thing) by ms. lauryn hill. 

05. bad girls by m.i.a. 

06. run the world (girls) by beyonce.

07. break up with your girlfriend i’m bored by layla russo.

08. work it by missy elliott.

4 / 01 / 19 ━ road trip playlist

01. say my name by destiny’s child.

02. one two step by ciara, missy elliott.

03. super bass by nicki minaj.

04. pon de replay by rihanna. 

05. hollaback girl by gwen stefani.

06. mr. brightside by the killers.

07. billie jean by michael jackson.

08. that’s not my name by the ting tings.

4 / 02 / 19 ━ three songs that make your character cry… every. single. time.

01. i’m not the only one by sam smith. “i have loved you for many years, maybe i am just not enough, you've made me realize my deepest fear, by lying and tearing us up.”

02. stay by rihanna. “not really sure how to feel about it, something in the way you move, makes me feel like i can't live without you, it takes me all the way, i want you to stay.”

03. i fall apart by post malone. “she told me that I'm not enough, yeah, and she left me with a broken heart, yeah, she fooled me twice and it's all my fault, yeah, she cut too deep, now she left me scarred, yeah.”

[thetelevisionenthusiast-blog]

The First Post!

Hey guys! I’m sure this is going out to literally no one as I’ve just made this blog, but for when people find me, this will be here! 

My name is Daya. I love binging my favorite television shows. And this blog gives me somewhere to gush about and talk about those television shows. 

Now, I got the brilliant idea for this blog right as most of the shows that I religiously watch were ending the season. Not my brightest idea. I do still have two shows that are running, but one is going to be ending soon. However, with that said, another show will be replacing it shortly after (these things function on a very convenient cycle, you see). Also, I have several shows that I stopped watching and am now getting ready to catch up on. When I’m caught up, I’ll be adding those shows to the roster of things I need to watch and then talk about. 

With that being said, I don’t want to leave the shows that just ended out! I will write a post about the final episodes of the season for all of those that just ended before I started this blog. 

I do tend to watch more shows than what is discussed on here. Along with the “story-line” shows I cover on this blog, I also watch a lot of competition shows such as America’s Got Talent or The Voice, as well as talk shows like The Ellen Show or The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon, and occasionally other non-fiction shows such as Ride with Norman Reedus or documentaries. With that being said, my process for this is going to be a little crazy. I’ll end up watching each episode twice: once as a viewer, and once with a notebook to take notes on things to discuss. The “watching” part alone is going to take up a lot of time. I’m an adult with a ton of responsibility. Therefore, those shows will not be discussed on the blog because I simply don’t have time. 

I plan to publish posts the Sunday after they premier (to allow for people to watch and avoid spoilers, but please remember this is a blog about episode discussions so there will be spoilers), but as I play catch up, it might be a little sporadic. Also, I’m a full-time-employed author and mother. Between a job, a child, and writing projects, you’ll have to bear with me if I’m a day or two late from time to time. I promise I will post about each episode! 

Please feel free to send me television show suggestions if you know of a show that you think I’d enjoy that is still currently running (not in season, but not yet canceled or at the very least, still airing each week). I’m always up for new shows. 

Anyways, please take a look at my Tumblr and if you see something you like, give me a follow and interact with my posts. I want to discuss these things so let me know what you think and how you feel on the posts! 

[kachulein]

🌸85 Questions🌸

Since the last time I did this tag was a few months ago, I thought I’ll do it again. I was tagged by the cutie @taeyongsflatbutt thanks dear💖

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

Last

1. Drink - tea and water

2. Phone call - I literally never call anyone besides my therapist, so yeah, my therapist :3

3. Text message - I’m currently spamming my baby @taetaejagiyaaa95 with links to dance performances of the dance club I’m in lmao

4. Song you listened to - I’m listening to What Now by Rihanna as I’m writing this (I’m actually listening to the playlist @taetaejagiyaaa95 made for me💖)

5. Time you cried - Today while listening to Grow Up by Stray Kids because the lyrics and the song in general hit me so hard that I cannot listen to it without crying T-T

Ever

6. Dated someone twice - nope, when I end something it’s a definite end and I’m not getting back together with that person

7. Kissed someone and regretted it - Actually yes... because there was this one time when this guy pressured me and kind of forced me into kissing him and I didn’t know how to escape ;-;

8. Been cheated on - not that I know of :o

9. Lost someone special - Haven’t we all? :/

10. Been depressed - Probably at some points in my life

11. Gotten drunk and threw up - yup >.< but I was like 13/14 years old back then and a stupid idiot

Fave colors

12. I seriously love all colours

13. Especially pastels

14. and of course black

In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends - YES💖

16. Fallen out of love - definitely (glares @ ex bf for treating me like crap and just ghosting on me without ever explaining his actions to me...so I guess that’s over for good)

17. Laughed until you cried - I always cry when I laugh tbh and my friends like making fun of me then xD

18. Found out someone was talking about you - probably but I can’t really remember since I push such moments out of my mind

19. Met someone who changed you - I believe every person you meet in your lifetime has some kind of impact (big or small) on you and thus changes you to some extent (maybe only just for the time being they’re in your life but still)

20. Found out who your friends are - Yes, I am actually better at reading people than it may seem^^

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - Idk I don’t use facebook anymore xD

General

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl - Again, idk since I don’t use it anymore

23. Do you have any pets - a Kitten💖

24. Do you want to change your name - My last name, yes. Since I don’t like it and people like making fun of it smh

25. What did you do for your last birthday - I went out to dinner with my mom and stepdad and ended up having the whole restaurant sing me happy birthday^^ it was awesome omg

26. What time did you wake up today - At noon I think

27. What were you doing @ midnight last night - I was finishing off a reaction on my blog @kachuwritings and posted it

28. What is something you can’t wait for - My I am WHO album to finally arrive T-T

30. What are you listening to right now - Daya - New

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - nah, I don’t know no Tom :o

32. Something that gets on my nerves - Someone interrupting me when I’m in the middle of daydreaming, people who brag about how great they are and in general just arrogance gets on my nerves a lot, animal cruelty is something that makes me extremely mad and sad and in general people with bad personalities/who abuse others/treat others badly, any form of discrimination and inequality in this world, our society and especially the unrealistic beauty standards our subconscious is being fed through the media 24/7 and so many more

33. Most visited website - Tumblr, YouTube and Vlive

34. Hair color - black^-^

35. Hair long or short - about middle length but I’m growing it out c:

36. Do you have a crush on someone - yesssss but not on someone I know irl glares @ Han Jisung from the other side of the world

37. What do you like about yourself - I really like being an empath tbh because it allows me to fully understand other people’s struggles and it can be nice to feel everything so deeply (love for example) (of course there’s also a downside to it) :3

38. Want any piercings - I already have 8 piercings on my ears but I always thought about getting nipple piercings someday but I honestly don’t know about that one^^’’ what do you think?

39. Blood type - A

40. Nicknames - Kachu

41. Relationship status - married to Han Jisung in my head single like a pringle

42. Zodiac - Aquarius

43. Pronouns - she/her

44. Fave TV shows (Can I add anime? I don’t watch other TV shows) - Sword Art Online, Tokyo Ghoul, Ouran High School Host Club

45. Tattoos - A violin key with a rose on my right forearm (that I drew myself and it signifies my love for music) and I’m thinking of getting angel wings on my shoulder blades but I need to draw them first kdjdksooidsfuhi

46. Right or left handed - right

47. Ever had surgery - nope

48. piercings - ears

49. Sports - dancing,,,mainly & hula hooping

50. Vacations - I’ve been to England, Spain, France, Germany, Switzerland(of course), Denmark, Czech Republic, Austria, Italy and Greece already but never outside of Europe jckdcudscn but I’m going to South Korea next year c:

51. Trainers - uhm... don’t really know what to answer here???

More general

52. Eating - I ate potato salad for dinner but that was around 6 hours ago lmao

53. Drinking - water^-^

54. I’m about to watch - Nothing since it’s 3.30am and I should go to sleep

55. Waiting - for better days *sigh*

56. Want - to be more motivated and not always feel exhausted and powerless on a daily basis because every little thing gets me overwhelmed lately and I feel so lazy since I lack power to accomplish anything and I have so much shit to do T-T 

57. Get married - not sure ._.

58. Career - Probably psychologist but I’m actually dreaming of becoming a singer&songwriter

Wich is better

59. Hugs or kisses - Depending on my mood either can be better

60. Lips or eyes - ....I love both equally tbh, beautiful eyes and plump lips really affect me sjakdansfunoj Hyunjin’s lips are a good example seriously they look so soft :( and Felix’s eyes are extremely beautiful and big wow

61. Shorter or taller - shorter because I’m too tall and I hate it ._.

62. Older or younger - younger, I don’t wanna grow up the world seems to only get worse the older I get akfnsdfisdsuld

63. Nice stomach or arms - hmmmmm I LOVE slim waists so I guess stomach?

64. Hookup or relationship - relationship!!! ALL. THE. DAMN. WAY. i can’t stand hookup culture :/ (but you do you fam, I’m not gonna judge anyone since it’s none of my business)

65. Troublemaker or hesitant - hesitant (I’m a good girl okay :c)

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger - I don’t think so omg

67. Drank hard liquor - yup, long ago though, I barely drink since I don’t like alcohol due to,,, reasons

68. Lost glasses - surprisingly, no xD

69. Turned someone down - unfortunately, yes :/

70. Sex on first date - It wasn’t a date... o.o it was just a hookup and that made me realize that I dislike sex without love involved and that’s how I found out that hookups are nothing for me^^’’

71. Broken someone’s heart - Probably the people I’ve turned down :/

72. Had your heart broken - ...yes

73. Been arrested - OMG NOOOOOO :o

74. Cried when someone died - Yes

75. Fallen for a friend - No never

Do you believe in

76. Yourself - I really wish I could

77. Miracles - not sure but I hope they’re real T-T

78. Love at first sight - naah

79. Santa Claus - yeeeah no, I’m not 5 years old anymore honey^^

80. Kiss on first date - Sure if it feels right

81. Angels - Not sure o.o

Other

82. Best friend’s name - I don’t have a best friend actually... (applications are open lmao)

83. Eye color - a really ugly brown istg there are so many beautiful kinds of brown eyes out there and mine just look ugly tbh D:

84. Fave movie - I have so many skaudbjf but Harry Potter is pretty high up on the list (I cannot trust people who dislike Harry Potter... my ex disliked it...yeah that just confirmed my hypothesis)

85. Favorite actor/actress - I always liked Audrey Hepburn, Olivia Newton-John, Julia Roberts, Keira Knightley, Emma Watson, Cameron Diaz, Meryl Streep, Amanda Seyfried, Pierce Brosnan, John Travolta, Patrick Swayze, Jack Black, Logan Lerman, Dylan O’Brien, as well as Leonardo DiCaprio, Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Colin Firth and Hugh Grant - see, I can’t choose D:

soooo that was it yay^^ I’m tagging @marculees @taetaejagiyaaa95 @glamjae @bloomingfantasy @taetarte @1oonar @00njm @star-sam @hyunjinsgiggle @jbemin @orrin-uwu @redcucumbers @donghyuwus @alonelysquid and as always, you don’t have to do it💖

[kjplays]

Dear Harry: Day 3

She sits, setting down her axe and bow.

I wasn't expecting this. This many people, I mean. I thought I would be alone for this part - not that I don't mind being surrounded. In fact, there is nothing I love more than a bunch of white people staring at me. Made a whole career out of it. They're just all staring at me like this:

  She stares, as an owl might.

  Eyes glued to me like macaroni on a preschooler. Thousands of years, just sitting here, on the mountainside, and another white guy comes around the corner.

  She inhabits the role of white guy.

  Some White Guy on his million dollar skis, just going zhjoop, zhjoop, zhjoop down the mountain like somebody's chasing him, zhjoop, zhjoop, but nobody is. No one's chasing them. They're just doing it for...for I don't know why white guys do what they do. I don't why anyone does anything anymore. I just know you're all looking at me like:

  The owl stare.

When all this first happened, it was not like that. It was a beautiful day. B - E - A - Utiful daya for Ötzi. I turned to Cheryl in the cave and I said, Cheryl - let's do some shrooms. And she said, Ötzi, baby, I haven't got any. You'll have to go UP the hill to find some. I said, I just went down the hill yesterday, came back up the hill with some elk meat for you. Some ibex, some einhorn, a little chamois, because I like my lady love. And she says, if you wanna get high, keep climbing higher. I said, I can't. My hand.

  She lifts her right hand.

  Nasty, right? You should see the other guy. We were fighting, hand to hand, like the good gods said, and suddenly this bitch pulls out a knife. Goes straight through, right between my pointer finger and thumb. What's that part called? I know you use it to tell how well done your goat is. You know what I'm talking about? It's like this - take your thumb and your forefinger, touch 'em together.

  She waits for the audience to try it.

  Now touch it with your other hand - it should feel soft to the touch. Bouncy. Like a rare piece of ibex. And then you do it for your other fingers if you want it more well done, but I'm Ötzi. I don't pussyfoot around with my goat meat.

Anyway, well, my hand was hurt, as you can see. Fleshy, bleeding. And well, Cheryl, she says to me, "Your hand got anything to do with your feet?" And so off I went. Don't need to tell me twice.

Like I said, it was beautiful. Beautiful summer day. So much had melted away. No white men skiing back then, just good old fashioned icemen and women and goats. Back then, we didn't need skiis to get around. Just some nice boots from a nice girl. I started up the mountain, and my hand's still healing, and despite what Cheryl says, you kind of need both hands when you're climbing the alps. I know people do it all the time now with contraptions and doodads, but I didn't have it. I had my axe. And I had my bow. And I had my -

  She reaches for the arrow in her back. It's painfully stuck.

[jinwoostro-archive]

rules: once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you.  at the end choose 25 people to be tagged

Tagged by: @jakganim​ and @astrofireworks​ (bc they love me sm 😜)

Tagging: uhhhhh 25 friends???? asjk mmkay @moonbeams-and-sanshine @blingkwan @93sehyoon @kim-sehyooned @cha-eunwoow @sxhyoon @softsocky (dont have to do this if u dont wanna btw)

last:

drink: teA (bc when do i never drink tea?)

phone call: my sister, wondering when tf she was gonna come home from school

text message: “Great! i hate it!” skjd my friend who decided to send a video of a sewer rat

song you listened to: Yonas - photo (which ya girl finally managed to learn lmao)

time you cried: ........when am i not? but yesterday? idk?

have you ever:

dated someone twice: nope

been cheated on: nada

kissed someone and regretted it: i have virgin lips

lost someone special: yes

been depressed: yes

been drunk and thrown up: nah

in the past year have you:

made a new friend: idk if i’d call these losers my friends 🙄 (jkjk ily all)

fallen out of love: give me some love to fall into first

laughed until you cried: heck yeah

met someone who changed you: definitely

found out who your true friends are: um i dont rlly know? ive discovered some friends which i dropped lmao and im still confused tbh

found out someone was talking about you: god bless screenshots :’)

general:

how many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: tbh i’ve met @artist-aroha once... (bich we should meet up again tf but after ya exams okie?) and 2 other ppl here but they’ve deactivated rip,,,,, (patiently waits for me to go to uni so i can meet several ppl) :))))

do you have any pets?: :(((( noooooo

do you want to change your name?: idk, the reason why i dislike it is bc i hate certain people saying my name so i associate it when them but at the same time... it’s me?

what time did you wake up this morning: fUCK 2:24pm apparently

what were you doing last night: i honestly dont remember, everything was a haze 

name something you cannot wait for: UNI UNI UNI FINALLY FUCKIN LEAVING THIS PLACE WOO

have you ever talked to a person named tom?: i had a friend who had a bro called tom but no one else

what’s getting on your nerves right now: :)))))))) daya

blood type: i..idk?

nickname: lala, lan, lanlanna, na, trash panda (jk i gave that one to myself)

relationship status: #SingleLyfe

zodiac sign: Sagittarius

pronouns: she/her

favorite show: meerliin??? idk? that’s the only show that i still rewatch and the characters still affect me lmao

college: currently out of education but im goin back to it

hair color: brown :’) (watch when i go lilac tho)

do you have a crush on someone: @ eunwoo and sehyoon..... hi

what do you like about yourself: i guess i can be caring lmao

firsts:

first surgery: on my chin bc i used my cousins buggy as a slide and put it against the cupboard and i hit my chin on the corner of it and i still remember my uncle holding me in the car on the way to the hospital even tho i was 6 (bih i still have the scar lmao) also is this why im known as having a clumsy ass????

first piercing: akjsn my mum got my ears pierced when i was 1 but i got upper lobes done on my 17th bday woop

first sport you joined: athletics team

first vacation: okAY we went to kurdistan when i was 4 and all i remember is 3 things. throwing up in the car, my dad getting his passport fixed there and my aunt force feeding me yoghurt  

first pair of sneakers: AT THAT AGE MY MUM BOUGHT ME EVERYTHING IDK

right now:

eating: havent eaten today

drinking: ^^^

i’m about to: listen to these new songs my friend recced

listening to: Russ - Yung God (a good ass song)

want kids: .....not now biCH im 19 (but like,,, in the future if my mind hasn’t changed then i’d like to adopt)

get married: i dont see myself getting married sooooo

career: this whole thing is a bunch of IDK bc i really don’t, on the one hand...a stable career but on the other hand i’d love to be part of the storyboard team on a movie franchise so....

which is better:

lips or eyes: sucker for both

hugs or kisses: huGS ND CUDDLES

shorter or taller: bearing in mind how short i am,,,im gonna go with taller

older or younger: older

romantic or spontaneous: hmm more romantic?

sensitive or loud: both

hookup or relationship: relationship bc i get attached easily nd im too anxious for hookups lmao

troublemaker or hesitant: akdkjas im drawn to troublemakers bc i love excitement BUT at the same time, i prefer hesitant?? idk how to describe it

have you ever:

kissed a stranger: virgin lips

drank hard liquor: didnt wanna tbh but i did

lost contacts/glasses: no contacts or glasses to lose

sex on first date: :))))))) bitch please

broken someone’s heart: god i hope not

been arrested: it’s an experience i wanna try :))

turned someone down: yes

fallen for a friend: yes

do you believe:

in yourself: whomst is that?

miracles: philosophy messed with my mind so im in between here

love at first sight: love can develop from physical attraction at first sight

[uldren-sov]

DAY TWO

Following along with the prompts from here

DAY 2: hand kiss | good night kiss Again not super typical but then typical, I swear CHARACTERS: @jedimasteramell ‘s Daya and Talcyn who’s mine.

Never in a million years did he think his life would be this way. The night always brought out his sentimentality, or maybe it was just doing the dishes that did. He wiped down another set of plates and put them away as the desert wind howled just outside the kitchen window. When they could take the sunshield down and use the window as an actual window, the Tatooine landscape really had it’s appeal. The dunes were never the same way twice, the view stretched on forever or at least, up until the mountains, and the night sky was saturated with stars. He took just a couple moments to himself to watch before finishing wiping down another sippy cup and stowing it away.

Most people wouldn’t pick Tatooine as a retirement - not that he needed just yet, it was an optional choice for him that he just happened to take - but then most people hadn’t seen the war like Talcyn or Daya both had. So Tatooine suited them both just fine. There was a soft ding as he wiped his hands on a clean dishtowel. He grabbed the container from the microwave, put it down on the counter as gently as he could, wildly shake his hand out from the scalding heat he just had to carry, and returned his hand to some running water to cool it off. After one child, he thought he would have gotten the hang of heating up formula but nope, same issues as the first. On the tip of his finger he still had a scar he gave himself trying to cut open some build-it-yourself toy droid Taisic had wanted. Hurt like hell but thinking back on it now just made him smile.

He wondered, not for the first time, what kind of person his new son Jalen would be.

After waiting a couple of minutes he gingerly touched the formula container again and then poured it into a bottle. Ducking down past a height tic marked doorframe - one that has a subtle patch at the top due to all the times he’s hit his head on it, one more thing to do around the house - he walked as quietly as he could through the corridors of the house. From the door on was a lot of his own work, designing the layout and building it with his own two hands - as well as some dozen or so friends and workers a local construction company who owed him a favor. It was something else he could be proud of, something he made that wasn’t just given to him as it had been in the past. Holo portraits of vacations and happy times together littered the walls without any sense of organization or pattern and he had to chuckle quietly to himself.

“It looks good here” he remembered Daya saying, Taisic even picked out a couple of places for the pictures to hang with a chubby, tiny, finger. His heart swelled with the memory and more when he knew that it was a far cry from what he had long suspected he would have gotten. Compared to the portraits of his family, grouped and hung strategically to catch the eye, all severe and somewhat intimidating to drive home their place as a superior family in the Empire, he wouldn’t trade tilted and haphazard pictures for anything the Empire could give.

Stopping at a door with a neatly yellow painted “Jalen” on it, he ducked inside after he opened it, and avoided the hand-me-down toy droid on the floor. There in the window was Daya, holding their newest baby boy in her arms. Jalen was so much smaller than his brother but Daya, even now, was no less gorgeous. The moonlight caught the gold marriage bands on her horns as well as her aqua-gray eyes. He hoped Jalen had her eyes, they were a dusty kind of blue now, anything to avoid his family’s strong genetics, though Jalen’s head was already full of dark auburn tufts of hair. Couldn’t avoid all of it.

“I got him, babe,” he whispered and held his arms out to Daya who was simply swaying and rocking him gently.

“Fine,” she whispered back, a small smile pulling on her tattooed lips. “You better give him back after,” she teased gently.

“Don’t count on it,” he whispered as well. Jalen was awake but it was nighttime which meant quiet, which meant sleep, so they got in the habit of whispering to start calming him down. He reached out with an arm and gathered Jalen in it, tucking him securely against his chest as now it was his turn to sway back and forth, forking over the bottle. Already Jalen would reach out to hold it “steady” as he drank from it.

“For such a little guy he really puts it away, doesn’t he?” he said and Daya simply crossed her arms and shrugged a shoulder, watching them both - probably - adoringly. Closing the gap between them she brushed her hand over Jalen’s head to then brush her fingertips over his small brow. He was perfect, Talcyn thought as he looked over his son, and smiled once he caught Daya’s eyes.

“So are you,” he said, leaning in. There was a flash of something he didn’t quite catch in her expression as he leaned in to kiss her. She replied to it sweetly but even so, there was a quirk of her eyebrow and mouth.

“So am I, what?” she whispered back, smiling nonetheless, and playing along.

“What?”

“You said, ‘so are you’, so, so am I, what?” she explained, and there was a beat of silence only punctuated by Jalen finishing his bottle and sucking on nothing.

“Oh!” he finally caught on. Daya took the bottle away with a little laugh and an affectionate tilt of her head. “I was just thinking how perfect our boys are,” he started. Turning Jalen over in his arm he positioned him with his head resting in the crook of his arm, grasping a leg, and letting Jalen lay flay against the inside of his forearm as he rubbed his back.

“And how I am too?” Daya questioned. With the Jalen she had a bit of a rougher time getting back into her commando physique and less and less motivation to try. He remembered the years he spent fighting with his own body and how he looked for a moment as he checked on Jalen briefly. He strolled to Daya and leaned down to kiss her deeply - or as well as he could while holding their boy.

“Absolutely, hon,” he affirmed as fiercely as he could whisper it. She broke out into another bright smile, her red hair catching the Tattooine moonlight and showing off the contrast to her eyes once more.

“Don’t take too long putting him down, okay?” she bit the corner of her mouth, looking up at him from underneath her eyelashes and his blood suddenly ran hot. He gulped and nodded in response as she kissed atop Jalen’s head before stalking out the door with a certain sway in her hips.

He was the fricken luckiest man in the galaxy.

A couple of minutes of cradling Jalen, changing him, and he was ready for bed. It almost physically hurt him to take him from his chest and put him in his crib where he was going to leave him but - he got through it with Taisic, he would somehow survive this. Jalen turned his head aside like he had fallen asleep but just as Talcyn was about to leave there was a soft fussing, a start of a cry, and he was right back to the edge of the crib. Jalen was reaching out, kicking his legs, and making small, perturbed babbles.

“Did you want me, baby boy?” Talcyn smiled despite himself as his heart swelled, this was the first time he did this at bedtime. He reached down, stroked along his brow like he saw Daya doing it, before Jalen simply grabbed hold of his finger in one hand. He stopped with his motions as Jalen simply held onto him and stared up at him with those big gray-blue eyes of his.

Stars, this was love. This was really love.

He watched Jalen wink his eyes closed again, and again, and again before his grip slacked on his finger and he fell asleep; at least for the next three or so hours. He shook his head and just watched him there for at least another minute. Daya was waiting for him, and he wasn’t about to make her wait too long but, he lingered for at least a little bit longer watching over Jalen. Leaning down over the cribs bars he pressed a kiss to the crown of his soft auburn hair.

For a second he thought maybe he had woke Jalen back up but no, thankfully not. He pulled back from the crib and stood in the now open doorway to his room. Taking one last look over he whispered a slight “good night” before stepping out and letting it close behind him.