#my cute beanie boy we can match :((

[harmonicakai]

This Is Me Trying

Part 3 of the "Anyone Else But You" series

Pairing: Huening Kai x Reader

Summary: Being friends with Huening Kai would be much simpler if he didn’t give you butterflies all the time.

Tropes: enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, fluff, angst, stylist!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: swearing, reader is insecure, mentions of death

A/N: I made a Spotify playlist for this fic if anybody wants to give it a listen hehe <3

“Remember how I used to be so Stuck in one place, so cold? Feeling like my heart just froze Nowhere to go with no one, nobody” —Magic, TXT

When the weekend comes around, you’re worried that you’ve hallucinated the entire situation, but when Kai knocks on your front door, he looks good. Really good.

“I–I like your outfit,” you say, taking note of the details. “It’s different from how you usually dress.”

“Yeonjun helped me pick stuff out. He said you’d like this.” Kai spins, allowing you to take in the full ensemble. He’s ditched his usual skater boy attire for a button down, slacks, and a chocolate brown wool coat that matches the color of his eyes.

“You didn’t have to dress up for me,” you say, shaking your head.

“Of course I did. You’re the coolest looking person I know.” Has he always thought that? “I don’t know how you do it every day, though. We probably spent hours picking out just this one look.”

“Every Sunday, I plan my outfits for the week. Sometimes it takes the whole day if I’m not feeling too creative.”

“That sounds stressful.”

“It is.”

“Why do you do it, then? I mean, you always look good, but does it make you feel good?”

You blink back at him. Nobody has ever asked you anything like this. You have no idea how to respond.

Kai can tell that he’s struck a nerve. “Sorry. I just meant that if it stresses you out, you shouldn’t feel pressured to do it all the time. There’s a lot to like about you besides how you dress.”

“Right. Should we get going?” you ask, fiddling with the hem of your cardigan. Suddenly you feel overdressed.

“Let’s do it,” he smiles.

All you can think about on the walk over to the concert hall is whether or not this is a date. It feels like a date. He’s dressed like it’s one.

He said he wanted to be friends, you remind yourself. Still, when he accidentally drifts close to you and your shoulders brush, you can feel your face heat up.

You sit together on the steps of the concert hall, people watching and pointing out your favorite and least favorite outfits.

“I like her hat,” Kai says, pointing to a toddler walking hand in hand with her mom. She’s wearing a fluffy beanie with bear ears.

“Maybe I can convince the team to let you wear one on stage,” you think out loud. “It would be really cute for a concert.”

“That would be so awesome, Y/N! But I don’t want you to think about work right now. Let’s just have fun today.”

“I’m always thinking about work,” you admit. “I’ve thought about clothes every second of my life for what seems like forever now.”

“You aren’t that old,” he points out.

“I’m one year older than you,” you remind him. He skipped the birthday party that Yeonjun threw for you last winter.

“Okay, I take it back,” he surrenders. “You’re old and should look into retirement soon.”

You know he’s just joking, but you can’t help but think that he’s right. Maybe you shouldn’t focus so much on what everybody is wearing all the time, yourself included. 

“Y/N,” Kai says, snapping you out of your thoughts. You jerk your head up.

“I used to play in an orchestra,” you blurt out, instantly regretting answering a question that was never asked. Still, you have Kai’s full attention, and the point of this is for the two of you to get to know each other. “I, uh, I played the viola, but I wasn’t very good at it.”

“That’s so cool! I play the piano!” You already know that. Everybody does, but you appreciate how he seems to have forgotten that he’s world famous. “We should do a duet sometime! MOA would love it.”

“Uh, I’m not sure MOA would love seeing you with a girl,” you deflect. You’ve seen what dating scandals can do to someone’s career.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he agrees. You watch the cogs inside his head spin before a lightbulb goes off. “Maybe we can set Taehyun up with a fake one on Academy Reincarnation and you can play in the background. ”

“That… actually sounds pretty funny.”

“Ooh, Y/N, thinks I’m funny,” he muses, before turning away to face the busy square. “Seoul! Y/N thinks I’m funny!”

“Shh!” you laugh, cupping your hand over his mouth. You are not mentally prepared to deal with any crazed fangirls tonight. “We have to go inside, now.”

Before you can overthink it, Kai grabs your hand and the two of you rush inside, greeted by marble floors and draped velvets. It’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen.

“Wow,” you sigh, taking the entire lobby in. “You know, I haven’t been here since I was a little girl. My mom would bring me here all the time. She played the piano like you. I always wanted to take after her, but I have trouble forming chords.”

“I can give you lessons, if you want,” he offers. “I have a keyboard in my room back at home.”

“I’d like that,” you smile back. You try not to read too much into being invited into his bedroom.

“Why don’t you and your mom go to concerts anymore?” Kai asks, hoping that it isn’t too personal a question. His anxiety grows exponentially as you take your time responding.

“She passed away when I was nine,” you say calmly. It doesn’t hurt you to tell people anymore. “I wanted to come because today is actually her birthday. My dad is really sensitive about it, though, so it was just going to be me. But I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Oh… Y/N, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know. I don’t know what I’d do without my mom.” He stares at his shoes, guilt written all over his face. “I could’ve made things more special for you.”

“Don’t worry, Kai. It already is special,” you say, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “My mom would probably be happy to see me coming here with someone who loves the piano just as much as she did.” 

His face relaxes again, and he does very little to stop himself from grinning ear to ear.

After you take your seats in the back of the balcony and the lights begin to dim, a strange sense of calm overtakes you. 

Despite being in a crowd of strangers, sitting next to Kai in the dark and listening to the hum of strings as they warm up makes you feel like you’re the only two people in the world.

Midway through the concert, you realize he’s still holding your hand. Maybe he’s like this with all of his friends, considering you’ve seen him and Soobin skipping down the halls hand in hand on multiple occasions. Still, you hope he never lets go.

—————-

Even though it’s technically your job, it’s a rare occasion where you actually get to dress the boys. Today, all hands are on deck for the filming of their upcoming album’s concept trailer.

“I can’t believe they’re making you wear a white sweater,” you sigh, holding up Kai’s outfit for the Dreamer sequence. “Everybody else gets such cute colors.”

“At least I get to stand out,” he grins, always looking on the bright side. He’s already got on his eyepatch, but it’s a little crooked. You walk over to fix it.

“Hold still,” you say, adjusting it into place and smoothing his hair down. “There we go.”

“Was I better this time?” he asks. You look up at him in confusion.

“What?” His face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath.

“I didn’t move this time. That night at the club,” he explains, “Well, you were telling me the story of when we first met. How I flinched and walked away and it hurt your feelings.”

“Oh. Yeah, you were much better this time.”

“I’m glad. I’ll try to be good for you, Y/N. I’m really sorry about before. I feel like I really wasted our time being so… weird. We could’ve been friends much earlier.”

“It’s okay, Kai, really,” you say, stepping back and handing him his sweater. 

“It’s not, Y/N. It was silly of me to be so nervous around you.”

“You were nervous?”

“I guess you don’t remember that part of the conversation either, huh?” he asks, pulling his t-shirt off. You’ve seen the rest of the group shirtless before, but Kai usually goes into the bathroom to change whenever you’re around. 

Your cheeks flush as you stare at his smooth skin and his broad shoulders.

“Uh, Y/N?” he says. While you were checking him out, Kai managed to get himself stuck. “I think my shirt is caught on my necklace. Can you help?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” you say, working gently to untangle the fabric around his neck. You can feel how warm his chest is, reminding you of riding in the taxi on his lap. Eventually, you’re able to get him freed.

“Thank you,” Kai smiles. “I’m really glad you’re here. Everybody else is always rushing me.”

“I might get in trouble if you don’t hurry up, Hyuka.” You’ve never called him by a nickname before. It’s foreign to think about, but somehow rolls naturally off your tongue.

“Fine, okay, I’m ready,” he says, pulling the sweater on. The color actually compliments him really well. “Do you need to add any finishing touches?”

“Hmm, spin around,” you say, twirling your finger. Kai does his signature penguin stance and waddles in a circle, making you giggle. “No, you look cute.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what you’ve just said.

“You think I’m cute,” he smiles, doing a little happy dance. “Ooh, I’m the cutest boy in the world, huh?”

“Hey! I said you look cute,” you assert, crossing your arms in an attempt to play it off. He’s right, but you don’t want him to know that.

“Close enough,” he says, grabbing his crown off of the makeup table. “I should go. I’ll see you later. You’re the best!”

He pulls you into a hug, nearly lifting you off the ground. When you’re back on your feet, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek and leaves the dressing room. Yeonjun does it all the time, but it feels different coming from Kai.

Your hand moves to your cheek, lingering on the spot where his lips touched. Fuck. You might actually be falling for Huening Kai.

—————-

For the past two months, you and Kai have alternated picking out activities to do together. Last week, you taught him how to make banana bread. He almost set your apartment on fire.

Today, he’s invited you to his place to practice playing the piano.

You’re more nervous than you need to be. It’s your first time in his bedroom, but it’s completely innocent.

Except when you’re sitting on the piano bench together, knees and shoulders pressed against each other, and he’s got his hands placed over yours to help guide you, you feel butterflies in your stomach. That’s not how people who are just friends feel.

You’ve come too far to throw it all away over a stupid crush. He’s simply much too out of your league. Still, while he’s busy explaining chord progressions, you’re staring at how long his eyelashes are and how cute he looks when he’s wearing his glasses.

“Are you even listening to me?” Kai asks, pouting. “I thought you wanted to learn, Y/N!”

“I do!” you lie. “I am very interested in what you’re saying right now.”

“What did I even say?” He crosses his arms and furrows his brow in fake anger.

“Um…” you start. You know you’ve been caught. “I’m sorry. I was distracted.”

His face shifts to worry. “Is something wrong?”

“No! Nothing’s wrong. Let’s keep going,” you say, flipping through his binder of sheet music. “Oh, I love this song!”

You had never expected him to have the piano score to Night Changes by One Direction, but you aren’t complaining. In a way, TXT’s dynamic reminds you a lot of the long gone boy group. 

“This song is kind of like us,” he notes. You shoot him a confused look. It’s a love song, after all.

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, your palms now sweaty. 

“I just think it’s kind of crazy how things changed between us.” That’s not really what the song is about, but you’re not going to tell him that. “I’m glad we’re friends now.”

“Oh, yeah, super crazy,” you say, exhaling. “I’m glad we’re friends too.”

“Y/N?” he asks, his face close to yours. Is he about to do what you think he is?

“Yes?”

“You have an eyelash on your face.” He brushes a finger across your cheek and holds up the lost lash with a smile. “Make a wish.”

You blow it away, vowing to never let him know that what you asked for was him. 

“I have to tell you something,” you confess. “I don’t actually want to learn how to play the piano. I’d rather just listen to you play.”

“Oh,” he says, pleasantly surprised. “I can do that. Should I serenade you, too, m’lady?”

“Yes, please,” you giggle. His goofy side is such a nice departure from the gloomy, quiet Kai you were used to.

You’ve heard this song probably hundreds of times, but Kai’s version feels brand new. As you watch his fingers dance across the keys and listen to his soft voice, the lyrics begin to seem like they were written just for the two of you.

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[ashxketchum]

MY DEPRESSION HAS BEEN CURED MY SKIN IS CLEAR MY CROPS ARE FLOURISHING ALL BECAUSE OF THIS ONE IMAGE THIS IS THE YEAR OF ADVENTURE PANDERING LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Let's break this down one by one ~

This is such a good Sora fit I don't even know how to explain how very much OG Sora this is, the pink tones of the overall sporty outfit perfectly capture all levels of her personality. To top it off she's sharing flower themed cream sandwiches with Piyomon AAAHHH the subtle reference okay merch team you can take a w. Not to mention Sora is perfectly matching with Taichi and the fruit in her sandwich is orange stoooopppp itttt!!!!!

TAICHI OMG who is dressing this boy because that's the most he's ever jocked as a 11 year old. The sweatshirt, cargo pants, matching wristband and the sense to put his goggles down, he is winning the sporty casual fashion show for sure. And of course him and Agumon are enjoying some chicken popcorn, love how they weren't even subtle with the packaging art we all know Japan's favourite fried chicken brand anyway 🤣

Yamato. YAMATO. Y A M A T O. You're 11 can you tone down the cool guy heartthrob behaviour for a minute because I am losing my mind THE DOGTAG CHAIN IM GONNA SCREEAAAMMM ACTUALLY I AM SCREAAAMING AAAAHHHHHHH. He looks so good, there is absolutely no wrong element in his entire outfit, everything is perfectly paired up, a fashionista is among us. The little thumbs up over the onigiri that Gabumon is offering him?? Is he telling Gabumon that he's okay with having one and Gabumon can have the rest because that's the sweet, protective, kind, caring baby he is at heart???🥹🥹🥹The blue and green gradient in the background tho?? Mimato math is mathing bestiesss 🤣

Takeru is just a lil guy, but such a perfect lil guy!!! I like how his outfit has the similar green shade as his anime outfit but they still chose to gave him a new beanie instead which doesn't really match the colour tone of the rest of the fit but it's Takeru so we know that he can pull any hat off and that's what he does!!! Him and Patamon sharing burgers, okay mood, but why is he looking so surprised? I need to know what happened, did he spill some sauce on his overalls? Was the burger too hot to bite? WHAT HAPPENED TAKERU????? 😢

Jou, I see you paired up the plaid pants with a nice long, muted, warm toned jacket BUT I SEE THAT PURPLE SHIRT POKING IN FROM INSIDE and excuse me sir but why that purple with the plaid 😭 I need to see a version where Jou isn't wearing the jacket so I can make an informed rating on this outfit but may I add that in the full merch pic he has paired this look with green and white sneakers...I cannot defend you I am sorry Jou, please try brown loafers next time 😭 But outfit aside, Jou eating a taiyaki with Gomamon is lowkey funny I just know that Gomamon cracked a Marching Fishes joke at least once.

Koushiro...I will not go into detail but I will say it's cute that you have a sweater with a little K on it, it's also very cute that there is a splash of orange in your outfit, who's attention are you vying for it isn't subtle at all bby boy and I am grateful you matched your shoes to your sweater even if the socks are definitely a choice and that blue with orange is also definitely another choice. Good to see your are making choices. I like that him and Tentomon are sharing dango, it's always nice to see Koushiro's fondness towards Japanese traditional snacks hinted at in some way.

MIMI. QUEEN. SLAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!! YOU NEVER EVER MISS MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRL. The pastel tones matched with the grey stockings for contrast, that beret and the fuzzy hem boots, you just know she shops at Takashimaya and Isetan and anything below it will just not do 👏🏻 Plus Sora and Mimi are wearing the same tones, which probably means that they pre-planned the outfits together, cuties!!! Also Crepe is such a Mimi™️ choice of dessert but I always get teary eyes when I see Palmon mimic Mimi's gestures, there is just so much love and admiration between them for each other, pure childish wonder 💚 And the crepe even has a cutesy character face on it, which kinda looks like Monzaemon, though I can't be sure but if it is then another win for a subtle reference. Not to mention both Yamato and Mimi look like they've dressed in a more cool and elegant style than the rest like they might be on their way to a date THE MIMAT MATH IS MATHING YALLL!!!

Hikari looks super cute, I think there isn't much official art of her in casual clothing for OG stuff so it's nice to see her in a more cutesy fit suited to her age. The hairband matching the cardigan is such a nice touch!! I can't recall any other casual outfit for OG design Hikari except the War Game and Memorial Party dress, so I think this would be the first time we see Hikari with a hairband and it just looks adorable. Of course she is sharing an ice cream with Tailmon, it's kinda their brand now but like Takeru she's making a surprised expression, perhaps she wasn't expecting Tailmon to offer her a bite of her ice cream?

To conclude, this is probably the best OG artwork we've gotten since Idk maybe the Rainy Day stationery series. This will be sold in advance at the Kamio Store booth at Anime Japan 2024. No other details were mentioned, but the event booth sale feels like a pre-sale before the goods become available more widely at other outlets, hopefully, at some stores that international fans have access too as well.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Ayushi out.

[doitforbangchan]

Ok so question for the abanb series, what are all nicknames for baby from each member? they have to have at least their top of cute nicknames for her from each of them + i’m curious to find out baby’s nicknames for each of them also! btw i hope u r doing great🫶❤️

i am actually so terrible with seeing my messages i am sorry i missed this for so long thank you soooooooo much i hope your also doing wonderful 💜💖

ofc channie coined the name baby for her but he also calls her his love a lot or lover 💕 she calls him channie or sometimes chanifer and love

minho keeps it pretty standard, calling her baby or by her name sometimes when he's teasing or mad. sometimes he will switch it up and call her his little brat. baby calls him min, grumpykins (when hes being a dick), and sometimes to make him flustered she calls him kitty boy. lets not forget he likes to be called sir.. 👀

binnie is partial to the nickname sweetcheeks, he loves to pinch omegas chunky cheeks as he says it, eventually it evolves to different names that have the word sweet- sweetbuns, sweetiepie ect. omega would begin to call him sweetbin in return and it would eventfully evolve to sweet bean then just beanie lol

i think hyunjin would call her lover girl and he would call himself her lover boy and would get them matching shirts that says it because he is extra like that and omega just loves it

omg jisung would give her something ridiculous like snugglebug and would use it exclusively, baby and snugglebug only for his man! in return baby calls him squishy bcuz she loves his chunky cheeks so much, and sometimes jiji

sweet felix calls her his heart, his darling, his love 💖 baby likes to call him lixie, pixie, freckles, and ever since the farmers market she also calls him melonman

we all know seungmin loves to call baby puppy and pup, he just thinks it fits her so well- his obedient little puppy 🐶 he pretends not to be flustered when she calls him bubs or bubo or her personal favorite mongie. he has to hide his blush every time

last but not least innie calls her stinky. in an affectionate way ofc! his little stinky. not because she smells bad but because when shes around the only thing he can smell is her and her delicious scent. if hes extra playful he calls her stink monster. baby in retaliation calls him mcmeany, she did call him mcdreamy due to his sexy cheekbones but after being called stink so many times she changed it to mcmeany. its playful for both of them tho and neither mind it

all the boys primarily use baby or omega to adress her but it is nice to throw in a little variety once in a while. i think these names work for each boy 🥰

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Frosty Night || ❄️☃️

John Marino x fem reader

-a ficsmas fic-

(Not proof read)

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The warm breeze hits my face. I’ve lived up north all my life, I’ve never had a Christmas with no snow. It’s wierd to me now that I don’t have to shovel before I leave for work, or heat my house up before going to bed.

It’s never occurred to me that people live this way. Hot Christmas mornings, no hot chocolate to warm you up after a snowball fight, and most importantly there aren’t any snowmen.

John and I are still getting used to Utah. I think I liked New Jersey more, but I think I could get used to this.

“Hey y/n! Come down here please!” John calls for me from downstairs in the kitchen. I almost feel his excitement from upstairs in our room.

For your information, John and I have been dating for two years and six months. I can tell you what John is thinking about, or if he is mad/sad. He’s a pretty easy going guy. Not too difficult, not too easy, not too middle. He’s just right.

My footsteps get louder as I run down the stairs to meet the 6”2 man. He, of course he has his grey beanie on. I’m guessing he didn’t take care of his curls. John turns around from the kitchen island, his toothless smile glimmers from the overhead lights.

“Aw how cute!” I giggle, running up to John’s chest.

John has this cute white pj set in his hands, they have green Christmas trees printed on them, and have the words, “ho ho ho” on them. I take them and set them to the side. He must have matching ones in the room for later. I peak over at our small-empty room we call our living room. We haven’t lived in this home for a while, but it’s starting to feel lived in. Lots of memories-just not a lot of life. Even our Christmas tree is dead.

The small fake tree is shinning a warm yellow light, illuminating the darkened room. Only a few presents are visible under the tree, our kitchen is filled with Christmas decor, and secret unwrapped gifts for eachother.

Good thing our home is pretty empty, because John and I are hosting the team Christmas party. John bought alcohol, and ingredients to make eggnog, I baked a few delicious treats and made some homemade gift bags for everyone. I made sure the WAGs had personal hygiene products and my favorite picture of the women all together.

John helped me finish decorating the house, and we waited for the team to all make an appearance. The first couple ti show up were Sean Durzi and his girlfriend Sadie. They brought in a fresh apple pie and their gifts.

“I know you said no additional snacks, but I’m sure the other guys are bringing their favorite holiday food.” Sean walks over to me, he hugs me hard. He twirls me away from John. My back now facing my boyfriend and Durzi’s face is probably making a weird grin-trying to make John jealous.

John pulls Sean off of me, and holds me in his arms. John has rather large biceps, in fact they make me feral.

I hold onto John’s arm, “hey baby? Can we play some music. It’s too quiet in here for a party.” I look up at John and John kisses my forehead.

“Sure.” And he leaves me alone with Sadie and Sean. Within a few minutes we hear music flood the house.

The house has built in speakers, they run through almost every room, and we can even isolate the sounds. John played a classic Mariah Carey tune, and I greet the new incoming guests.

~

My cookies were a hit. Many people took them, and lots of people took John’s eggnog. Unfortunately, more people took Durzi’s apple pie.

The party is coming to a chill relaxing night. People are sharing stories, the ladies are getting to know eachother. The boys are being stupid and discussing crazy plays they’ve seen in their career.

Sadie mentioned Sean needing pre-game cuddles because he has bad anxiety, “yeah. His anxiety is super bad. Sometimes I have to calm him down by driving him to the rink, and if it gets worse I have to hold him down. I also have to cuddle him to bed for his pre-game naps.”

All of the girls giggle and stare at Sean. Honestly, I can’t see him the same. He just looks like a big cuddle bear now. Almost gives me the idea of cuddling John right now.

We exchange our Secret Santa gifts.

I had Sean. Sean had Keller, Keller had Nick abd Nick had John. John had Maverick, and Maverick had me.

I got a super cute camera and a bag of candy. Really affordable and practical. What a sweet kid Mav is.

~

John is getting pretty tipsy off of his alcohol he bought earlier. I told him I want to go to bed soon, and he needs to “kick them out” and John immediately kissed my cheek and grabbed the pj set he suprised me with. I ran to the bathroom to change into them. They feel so soft and comfortable. I come out to the living room expecting everyone to be there on the couch.

No one was there.

It’s not just an idea now, it’s a desire to cuddle my cuddle bear.

All of the cars were backing out of the driveway. Our porch light was off. The door was locked. Music off.

The only person in the living room was John. He’s wearing matching pajamas to my set. Cute!!

“Hey baby.” He walks up to me. Rapidly he pulls me close. We dance to no music. Just the sound of love. He laughs as he pulls me in for a kiss.

I stick my tounge in his mouth. As a joke I tickle the spot his tooth is supposed to be. Unfortunately he pulled away and slapped my ass. He walks to the kitchen to clean up. Watching him put the food and desserts away makes me feel so maternal.

“Johnny?” I sat down on the blue velvety couch. “I love you.” I smiled, not just sitting on the couch now, but laying on my back. I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment.

*It’s not that big of a deal. We’ve been together for a while. It doesn’t matter. -I tell myself.*

“I love you back.” He drunkly answered. He smiled and sucked on his teeth. I see him trying push his lips together, pursing them forward- alsmot like he’s puckering up. He stops smiling, making it seem like he’s not getting butterflies.

I sit up and walk over to him. My pj shorts ride up my ass. I forgot to mention I don’t have anything on underneath.

I hug John from behind as he wiped the kitchen counter off. The house looks like it did from before.

Clean, empty, lifeless…. bland.

John walks to the trash. Throwing away the wipe he used, he waddles over to the sink, at a pace for me to follow behind him as I am still wrapped around him.

I kiss his back- because that’s as far as I can reach. He shakes his shoulders out as he gets tense. My hands trail lower, making a path to his cock. But I pass it. John washes his hands, and he starts to make a little noises, like he’s anticipating that I turn him around and starts sucking on him.

I don’t.

I get up from my position, and walk away. John runs after me, turning the lights off and double checking the door is locked. “Y/n!” He calls after me. I make my way up the stairs to our bedroom.

I flip the blanket over on our bed, and jump into it, “come lay with me.” I slap John’s side of the bed. John’s matching pajama pants flail all over the place while he makes and effort to jump over my legs.

My back is pressed up against our headboard, John’s head is laying in my lap. A pillow in his arms. He just wants to warm up. I play ‘Home Alone’ on the TV we have on our dresser. The room is dark. The house is empty. The only source of light that floods our room is the TV.

John’s beanie falls off. My lap catching his warm hat, I throw it over to his nightstand. He rubs his hands on my knee. He aligns to my sitting position. “I love you more.” He kissed my lap, he crawls to my chest as my back slides down the headboard. I lay horizontally across the bed. My feet hanging on my side of the bed and mh head at John’s side. Stretching across the bed too js my sweet boy. John crawls up to my chest, facing me.

My boobs fall out of the small pajama tank top. John forces his face into my chest, my boob as his weird pillow. I play with his hair. And he falls asleep first. His soft skin as precious lips melt in my hands. I kiss him and whisper how much i appreciate him.

“Goodnight my love. I love you to the moon and back.” I whisper while I turn the TV off. John rolls in closer to me. The blanket on John more than it is on me. For some reason I’m okay with that for tonight.

I fall asleep to his natural scent.

[lilbeanblogsabit]

So I feel like the world is full of fear and horribleness right now, so I’m going to do what I do best and do my best to be as cute as possible to brighten peoples days.

So I’ve decided, today is the perfect day for me to tell you all how I asked my Daddy to be my Daddy.

So there’s two stories. The first, is a boring one, where Daddy and I were having dinner at his apartment and I blushingly stammered out “will… you…I mean…if you're ok with it…can I call you …Daddy?

He said yes! and we discussed what it would look like for us to become more involved with each other. After all that I said something like “…ok I wanna do something cute for you… sorta like an engagement thing…” and he loved the idea and wanted to do something too… which leads to the actual cute/wholesome part…

So the next week I did the “official” asking… and there were 3 main parts:

Part 1: give Daddy a box with a pacifier in it, so he could put it in my mouth (I know it’s cliche but it’s cute as heck)

Part 2: …have Daddy dress me for dinner, which was at a fancy-for-us restaurant.

Part 3: …have unbelievably fun s*x

So we set the date for “our proposal” for the next week.

Skipping to then, when I arrived at Daddy’s house and he let me in, I could tell He was kinda nervous because I didn’t tell him what I was planning on doing. We hang out for a while and eventually got to cuddling in the couch, which seemed good enough for me, so I laid my head in his lap, looked up at him and handed him a small box with the Paci in it (it was the LFB I ❤️ Daddy one ☺️) and said “I really like how our relationship is going and I want to you to be my Daddy… So will you be my Daddy?

He smiled, grabbed the Paci, put it in my mouth, then kissed my forehead and said “of course I will Beanie” (except he used my real name lol). And I got up and sat in front of him and… we made out for a while…

Then, Dinner! But more importantly, Daddy gets to dress me!

At the time I was (and still am) hesitant about wearing any little gear in public. And since we were going to a nicer restaurant, little gear was kinda outta the question.

…but I was feeling brave and Daddy reassured me it wouldn’t be noticeable.

He picked a Abena L4 for the dip, since it’s thin but still feels like a dip! Then I brought a few onesies, and he picked out for a matching “I ❤️ Daddy” onesie to wear as an under shirt then a back dress shirt to wear in top.

He was nice enough to let me wear my normal (at the time lol) undies so that to help the onesie hold everything in place. Then he helped me get my socks on and tied my shoes for me (to this day still makes my heart flutter 🥰) and treated me like a kid all the way to the restaurant.

He made me sit in the back seat on the way there, asked me what I wanted to listen too, then told me I was too young for that and put on kids bop… which btw is kinda a guilty pleasure of mine… 🙈

When we got to the restaurant he “yelled” at me for opening my own door, saying it was dumb of him to forget the child locks, and told me to hold his hand while crossing the street… which I was already going to do anyway 😂

I was really hoping he would get a kids menu for me, but he didn’t, and later he admitted he wasn’t comfortable with it, which made me very happy that he told me because that’s how you develop trust!

Anyway it didn’t matter since Daddy ordered for me, and got me chicken strips and Mac and cheese with sprite to drink… and considering he got a steak and pasta with wine… it was very fitting for our relationship, which is why he did it. 😊

We finished dinner, got back in the car… and before we left, Daddy made me pee myself… which has since become a habit of ours whenever I wear in public 🙈

We get home and Daddy laid me down on his bed and gently stripped my clothes off leaving me in my onesie and diaper, then tells me that I was a naughty boy for using my diaper and not asking him for a change. When I tried to complain of course the Paci made its way back into my mouth

What followed was said incredibly fun s*x… which I will not repeat because it makes me VERY blushy to think about still. 🙈

At the end of it, Daddy finished all over my diaper area, then re-diapered me and made me finish in my diaper…

…and that was the start of what now is Daddy and I’s 24/7 relationship… and it’s been absolutely incredible ever since 🥰

PS: I am posting this because I cannot fully function with the amount of negativity and fear in my life right now. This is not meant to draw attention away from what’s happening, nearly meant to be an escape for those wanting it. ❤️

[howlingday]

Are you able to update the Pokemon Au list thing?

Pokemon Au: Does Coco have a Leavanny or any of its line? Leavanny loves to make clothes. Would Ren have a Poltchageist? Are their any Paradox Pokemon in Renment?

I have updated the list, but I need to figure out how the heck everything fits together. Not everything fits in neatly. Might have to do a whole other page for non-story snips, like Penny and Rotom or the Milo One Piece bit. I'll also need to get the list updated to include their Pokémon.

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"And... done~!" Coco twirled her seat around to show off her beanie. "How's it look, Letty?"

The Leavanny looked over the stitch with their head tilting this way and that before nodding. Coco smirked at her victory, though it was short-lived when the Pokémon waved their bladed leaf arm. "Lea lea..."

"What? What do you mean it's 'so-so'?!" The Pokemon lifted their arm to their mouth, giving a chuckle at their trainer. "Oh, you think you're being cute? Don't think that just because you're my first doesn't mean I won't take away your treats!"

Unamused, the walking bug hopped from their seat on her desk and took an empty box of treats from the trash. After slicing it into neat pieces, the trash was then sewn together into a much smaller hat. They then hopped onto the desk again and placed the box hat on Coco's head.

"Hmph... You're lucky you're cute." Coco looked in the mirror. "And so's this hat." She stood up and walked away, leaving the beanie on the desk, unaware of the smug smirk her Pokémon had watching as the words 'TREAT' bounced behind her head.

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"Mom?"

"Yes, Ren?"

"There's a Pokémon in the cupboard."

"Oh?" Ren's mother quickly walked to her son and looked into cupboard. She clicked her tongue a few times before stepping away. "It looks like a Poltchageist has snuck in." She then took her son's hand. "Come on. Let's go tell your father."

As the two walked away, Ren looked back to the cupboard where the Pokémon shook angrily from inside. The two waited outside until his father returned, but passed the time talking about what Ren found.

"How did you know that was a Pokémon?"

"I don't know." Ren replied. "It just looked like one."

His mother giggled. "Not many people can tell the difference, and it causes problems for them. You're very lucky to be so talented."

Ren smiled at his mother, before he opened his eyes to remember that he wasn't that same boy anymore. Looking to his side, he saw there was a cup of tea sitting on the table by his chair. It'd gone cold, but he'd drink it regardless. No point in wasting good tea.

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"I see." Headmaster Ozpin nodded. "It's a shame about Professor Sada and Turo. My condolences to their son, Arven."

"Yes, though their passing is not without some good news." Director Clavell replied. "Thanks to the efforts of their son and our recent Champion, Paldea is safe from a far more concerning fate. In their efforts of studying the Paradox Pokémon, they had inadvertently traveled through time to another era, where they had passed away and left behind a digital copy of their AI, whose intentions were to revert all of Paldea to match the era in which their creator had perished. That is why the Paradox Pokémon are so abundant in Area Zero."

"If they are contained, we no longer need to concern ourselves with any outbreaks beyond Paldea."

"No, no." Clavell replied. "Area Zero and all the Paradox Pokémon contained within are accounted for."

"I see." A smile split from Ozpin's face. "Would you mind sharing the data on these Pokémon? I would love to teach a class about them."

[hyuckbeam]

always been yours

seasons will continue to change, but the moments you spend below the peach tree will remain cherished in your heart.

pairing | childhood neighbor!chenle x reader

genre | fluff, angst, kind of slice of life??

warnings + notes | afab!reader, usage of pet names (sweetheart, dear, sweetie)

wc | 3.0k words

a/n | this is purely self indulgent i love chenle so much,, i just churned this out like it was nothing- ;0; anyways, just thought i’d release this hell of a brainrot for all the little suns out there someone please talk to me about him before i get swept away by hyuck 😭 likes, rbs, and feedback are always appreciated <3 thank you for reading :>

it was around the end of winter when your mother asked you to place some fruit in a basket and find a matching ribbon to decorate it with. apparently you were visiting your new neighbors who had just moved in a few days ago, and this was how welcome greetings were normally done. you didn’t really care much at the time for someone who was only seven years of age. that piece of information was out of the boundaries of your brain comprehension at the time — the only thing you knew was your neighbors probably loved fruits a lot considering you’re personally delivering an entire basket’s worth of it.

“come along now, y/n. let’s get you dressed to meet the neighbors, hm?” your mother calls for you softly, urging you to look your best to make a good impression on your new neighbors. you didn’t really get why it was important to look presentable, but your mother said it was necessary, and so you obliged without any questions asked.

“can i wear the pretty beanie, please?” you requested, pointing at the white knitted beanie as your mother sectioned your hair into pigtails and secured them highly with a few elastics.

“alright, sweetie. it’ll keep you warm for the weather outside anyways.” she responded, much to your delight. at least you had a reason to wear your cute little beanie today — your mother wouldn’t usually let you do so since you never really got outside the house much to actually make use of the cozy hat.

sure enough, she twists around the last band to keep your hair in tact. “and that should do it! go get ready downstairs then we’ll go to their house, okay?”

“okay, okay!!” you exclaimed, making sure to grab your beanie before heading downstairs like your mother had instructed. it didn’t take long for her to follow along with your father, and before you knew it, you were already outside walking to meet your new neighbors with a gift in tow.

slowly, your parents knock on the door, and a woman who seems to be around the age of your mother appears from behind. “hello! we just came to welcome you and your family into the neighborhood.” you hear your father explain, which earns a lot of praises and words of gratitude from the unknown woman. she takes a small peek at you, a warm smile sent towards your direction. “i actually have a son around her age. i’m sure they’ll make good friends as well!”

a new friend? well, you certainly weren’t expecting that out of this short trip, but it couldn’t hurt to be more social, right? “i wanna meet him!” you tug at your mother’s sleeve, beaming at her.

“darling, he’s out by the backyard. why don’t you go look for him, and i’ll make sure to bring you both some snacks?” the woman tells you, her voice filled with nothing but kindness. “my name is mrs. zhong, but you can call me auntie, okay?”

“okay, auntie!” you giggle out happily. she was certainly nicer than you had put her out to be. plus, who could deny free snacks? she had you sold on the idea ever since.

mrs. zhong quickly gave you the directions to get to their backyard. it was one simple turn on the right corner, surely that was easy enough for you to understand, so you started to make your way out.

there, you find a boy—with hair as black as the night sky—planting a small sapling by the corner of their lot. from what you could assume, he was probably a year older than you. a few strands of his hair stick to his forehead but he doesn’t really seem to care. he was mesmerizing to seven year old you, and you couldn’t place a finger on why that was.

he quickly approaches you before you could observe him further from a distance, a radiant smile overtaking his features. he was kind of blinding in your eyes. kind of like the sun that shines in the sky. “hi! mom said i might make a friend today! would that be you? my name is chenle!”

this might have been the first time you met the boy, but you think he’s someone you’re going to be spending a lot of time with in the future. “it’s nice to meet you,” you greet, fixing your beanie in place. “my name is y/n!”

“well then, y/n, wanna help me plant the tree my dad bought? he told me it’s a peach tree!”

“hm? oh, okay!” you agreed in an instant, not really knowing what took over you. had you always been this eager to plant a tree? you didn’t really know.

however, just as this day marked the day you planted the tree, it also signified the start of your friendship with the young boy.

a long time has passed since then. seven years to be exact, yet your relationship with chenle has not changed one bit. what has changed, though, was the size of the peach tree you had planted all those years ago. it had grown to be healthy and leafy, providing just the right amount of shade when the summer heat starts creeping up.

today was like any other, chenle calling you over to meet him at his backyard in ten minutes after classes ended for the day. it had become a silent routine that ensued between the two of you since that fateful day of meeting each other. the both of you were practically two peas in the same pod. there was nothing that stood a chance in the way of your friendship.

as you reach home, you quickly place your school bag on the couch in your living room and look for your mother to inform her that you will be spending the afternoon at chenle’s.

that was when you caught wind of your parents conversation by the kitchen. they hadn’t noticed you just yet, so you remained quiet by the corner. there, you overheard discussions about having to relocate to another city because your father had been offered a higher paying position at the company he worked for, but that had come at the cost of having to switch headquarter buildings. it just so happened the new building your father was now assigned to was miles away from where you currently lived. it seems they’ve been talking about this for quite a while, already having plans on where to live.

a flurry of emotions bubbled up your chest. of course you were glad your father managed to receive a promotion for the betterment of the entire family, but what about the life you’ve come to love here in this bustling neighborhood? were you going to have to throw all that away? all those memories you’ve made over the years? what about chenle?

right, chenle. you were supposed to meet your friend soon, yet you didn’t want to disturb the ongoing conversation your parents had, and so you simply ran to his house despite not getting permission like you always had. perhaps it was alright. chenle’s mother would probably inform your parents later anyways.

his parents let you in their home without much question as they were used to your frequent visits. some polite greetings were shared between you and the zhongs before you searched for their son at his usual spot.

in their backyard, you find him watering the peach tree you grew together, treating the large tree with utmost care in hopes not a single leaf would wilt. as if sensing your presence, he turns around, flashing the bubbly grin that always greeted your arrival. you were going to miss little moments like this. you were going to miss him.

how you were going to break the news to him? was he going to feel just as heartbroken that you were leaving? should you just tell him and ruin his perfectly fine day? perhaps you shouldn’t have come over in such a hurry when you didn’t even have a plan on what you ought to do. he probably caught on from the sulk of your shoulders, the grin that lit his face up now forming a sullen frown.

“come on, tell me what’s wrong.” though you hated the idea of leaving him, you knew what needed to be done. he ought to know about it. you didn’t want him to be surprised if ever you were to suddenly vanish into thin air.

“i- i might be leaving.” you choke out, already feeling the salty tears wanting to slip away.

“you mean on a trip? why would you be crying about that?” he hums softly, brushing away strands of your hair that have shrouded your face.

“no, it’s not like that.” your voice barely a whisper, “i’m actually leaving soon. leaving the neighborhood.”

in lieu of any violent reactions like you were anticipating, he only reacted with a smile but his eyes held this expression you couldn’t comprehend. “you should take care, okay? you better not forget about me.”

you were completely unaware that his smile was merely an act to cover up his pain. one of you was already hurting as a result of this information, he couldn’t bare his emotions out to you right now — you needed someone to keep you grounded.

instead, he chose to comfort you through the warmth of a hug — hoping the action would convey the feelings he couldn’t show. it fate would allow it, he wished you’d return to him one day.

a day turned into months into years, and soon, you haven’t seen chenle for a total of thirty-six months. three whole years of losing physical contact with the boy who you called your home. you had exchanged phone numbers before you left, but the messages and calls had gone less frequent the more you two were buried in your own lives.

there were times you’d wonder about his life with your absence. is he holding up well? has he gone to make new friends? has he… forgotten you already? because you, sure as day, haven’t lost all your past recollections of him.

your parents had announced that you’d be returning back to that neighborhood since your father had been reassigned back whilst keeping his new position — only fueling your queries further. would he be happy to see you after so long? wouldn’t it be awkward if he didn’t recall your name?

the thoughts swirled your mind, adding to the complexity of your friendship — if there was still an ounce of it after being left to rubble away for a couple of years. still, you knew you wanted to see him again. and perhaps, he did too.

peachy boy ✨:

hey, is this still your number, y/n?

i heard you were coming back and just wanted to meet up again… for old times sake?

i’m sure you know where to find me when you do ;)

you quickly come up with a reply in agreement, cheeks flushing from the notion of seeing him again. realizing he was probably thinking about you at the same moment that you were thinking of him caused your heart to skip a beat. so he does remember you. that puts your mind at ease.

it doesn’t take long for your family to move back into the neighborhood, seeing they were as thrilled as you were to return to the familiar area.

oh, how the tides have shifted, you laugh to yourself at the thought. chenle used you be the new kid in the block, and yet, here you were in the same position years later. either way, you were simply delighted to be back, waves of nostalgia hitting you from every corner since your parents were able to buy the same house you used to live in.

you really felt at home here, but there was still one part of the equation missing. him.

you recalled he had sent you a message the other day and you could finally visit him. you’d been anticipating this moment for months, ever since your parents first brought up the idea of returning to the neighborhood.

quickly, you bring your small purse before informing your mother you were to head to chenle’s. she utters back a reply stating you should take care and greet your auntie and uncle properly when you see them. the entire exchange felt reminiscent to your younger days, making you chuckle a little at the similarities.

you make your way over to the house beside yours, ringing on the doorbell and hearing the familiar chime that resonates in the air. “sweetheart, look at how much you’ve grown!” mrs. zhong answers the door per usual, completely enamored by being able to see you again.

“thank you, auntie! i’m glad to see you’ve been doing well too.” you giggle out in reply, finding her words endearing.

“of course.” she responds, giving you a short-lived hug. oh, how you missed her too. “now, i shouldn’t be keeping you for too long. someone’s been waiting for you all day.”

this causes heat to creep up the apples of your cheeks, “oh dear. i’ll go see him now if that’s alright?”

“go ahead. i’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

after a soft ‘thank you’, you walk towards the door to their backyard, and under the familiar cool shade of the peach tree that grows in backyard of chenle’s house is where you find the boy who seems to be anticipating your arrival by the way he immediately shoots you a grin. his hair is now dyed a coral pink, quite resembling the fruits of the tree that looms over him. it’s no longer the raven locks you once knew, but the color definitely suited his bright image. “hey, you’re late by five minutes.”

despite all the things that’s changed over the years, it was just like you never left.

“what’s a measly five minutes going to do to you?” you muse sweetly, taking the empty spot beside him as you always do. the grass was prickly under the fruit tree, but you suppose his company always made it feel like nothing, even back then.

“i’ll have you know, the wait was agonizing.” his words fall out of his tongue like honey as he eyes your figure, resting his head on his shoulder once you’ve settled down under the shade. it’s a habit of his that you’ve gotten used to from when you were kids, naturally resting your head atop his.

“i missed you.” he softly breathes out once the air went quiet, the faint sound of the cool breeze being the only thing heard.

those three words raise a soft smile on your lips. he’s never failed to remind you of how much you’re loved. “i know. you always do.”

“today feels different though.” this has you sitting up straight to meet his eyes, not expecting him to say something by the lines of that. “what do you mean?”

“it’s almost as if i don’t want to walk you back home later, in fact, i’m dreading for when i have to.” the way he said those words were solemn in nature. was this how he regularly felt all those years ago? you could see where the complaint was coming from. after all, he’d have to leave his house just to bring you back home when he was already here in the first place.

“oh, if you’re tired, you don’t need to take me home later. i’m much older now, and i can take care of myself, don’t sweat it-“ you reply earnestly, worried for his well-being.

“no- um, that’s not what i meant.” this was the first time you’ve ever heard him stutter out his words. he freely spoke his mind at any given opportunity, never feeling the need to hesitate in what he had to say. “i wish i didn’t have to since parting with you would have been inevitable. i don’t want that.”

a pair of warm hands now rest on your shoulders, prompting you to look him in the eye. you see him properly for the first time today, speckles of sunlight peeking from the leaves of the tree dot his face gently like minuscule freckles. the chenle you knew in the past had grown up bearing the same feelings you did — just as if you had both been in the same wavelength this entire time, silently holding onto each other as the feelings blossomed like the pale-colored flowers that brought life to the peach tree you both sat underneath.

chenle was surprisingly composed for someone who had just confessed to a ten-year crush (you needn’t know that). yet, for him, the fact that he had finally laid himself bare in your company was sufficient enough, even if you were to reject him in this moment.

you, on the other hand, truly didn’t know how to respond to something so heartfelt. your own heart couldn’t even control itself, wanting to break free from the shackles of your chest. and so there you stayed, frozen in place.

“sorry, today probably wasn’t the right day, huh?” his words were still gentle and warm like a fluffy blanket, even if slight disappointment was hidden behind it. it’s true, he already felt fulfilled from being able to go through with his confession, but he’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t hurt. “i probably should have waited till you and your family settled in first but i… i couldn’t help it.”

“no. today was the perfect day for you to tell me.” you breathe out, cheeks puffing due to the smile you were unable to contain. “i’ll tell my mother i’m staying over tonight. you’ll have me, right?”

“of course.” his eyes crease, forming little whiskers on his skin. a traits of his that you’ve noticed over the years and adored because it meant he was genuinely happy. “i’m all yours. always have been.”

taglist | @haeravlgs, @liyaliar, @1-800-call-ria, @winwonies

[hazbinhappy]

Hey! I saw your match-ups were open and would like to request one if that's okay! I'm a dude and on the shorter side (5'4), I am pan with no gender preferences but I do prefer people who are more on the confident side. My love languages are physical touch and acts of service.

I am an ambivert, whether I'm more extroverted or introverted can change very quickly. I am typically laid back and easygoing and don't get annoyed easily. My favorite colours are purple and green.

I usually switch between wearing punk/emo style clothes (studded belts, band t-shirts, chains, leather jackets) paired with eyeliner or casual style clothes (Hoodies, shorts, beanies). My hair is a dark brown with a white streak due to lack of melanin and my eyes are a dark brown.

My hobbies are hiking, climbing, photography, video games, video/photo editing, needle felting and juggling. I like animals, hights, music and cooking. I don't like loud noises and spiders.

My appearance would likely have some owl-like features because of my love of heights and my messed up sleep schedule. Other than that my appearance would be mostly the same as it is now.

I would prefer not to be matched with sir pentious or charlie please.

Your Matchup is....

Velvette!

She is like the definition of confidence (more like too much because look at miss ma’am so I guess cocky, but she isn't afraid and she knows what to do)

I think she’d find your hair and clothes style really interesting.

Probably would try and mix your styles together so you two can match or she would match colors only

Idk I feel like matching is a small way to show that you are tied to a person

Did I read video & photo editing? Of course I did, I've been staring at this for a hot minute!

Oh boy do I have a job for you buddy!

Yes you already know it, you are an editor for miss ma’am Velvette here

Is it fun staring at screens all day and not getting to go outside and do your more hands-on activities? Yes, but oh my goodness your cute boss is micromanaging at every second (as if she knows what you’re doing)

Okay, but for realsies, you do speak about how you need some breathing room to be able to concentrate and she does take note of that, she also hires another editor JUST ONE so your workload is a bit lighter; you know are solely for Velvette’s work and the other unlucky editor get to work for moth man

As you two got closer she started to make more clothes based on your fashion and soon made it a rule for all of her employees to only wear her clothes (Velv come on just admit your feelings and ask for him to wear your clothes!)

Once you two do get together she will automatically take your clothes without shame, but makes it work

Shoot she might even dress like you just to make the fit work

If you get her on a hike she is whining and complaining, but it gave her inspiration to expand her work into sporty/athleisure wear as well

She does take interest in your hobbies during her relaxation time and is willing to try your food, but she will be honest about her opinions (this princess)

“Ugh! You’re taking forever!” Velvette pouted from her chair beside you with her arms crossed,

“Apologies, little miss princess. Maybe don’t give me so many photos next time.” You rolled your eyes as you continued editing the slew of photos she gave you from today's shoot.

After several more minutes of silence (in reality it was thirty seconds), she just got up and pulled your chair away from the desk.

“Don’t fight! You have been working all night, I want to sleep with you. I’m for once going to bed on time and so will you! Dumb and Dumber are out for the night so if we’re fast we can get to sleep with silence.”

A/N: You sound like a sick person ngl i’m a bit jealous of your hobbies and style /pos owls are such a good choice

[autisticempathydaemon]

If you're still doing the matchups 👁

Rn I'm fixated on Twist the knife by that handsome devil but I obsess over a new song every week

My enneagram type is 4 (apparently) and I'm an infp

I love video essays. Basically anything Kennie JD makes is delectable

My childhood imaginary friend was literally just pinkie pie and rainbow dash I'm not kidding

Go to way to fall asleep is either warm milk with honey and lavender or nothing at all. I pass out when the universe allows me to

I would like my legal name to be either Sojourner (Journey)or Cupid.

Favorite video is either Caelum's sleep aid, Guy's reverse comfort sick audio, or the one where Ollie got his listener to eat after hearing they didn't eat lunch

Vega does nothing for me I don't get it 💔💔

I know every mlp episode up to season 5 by heart

Out of all the guys, I'd say I'm platonically attracted to either Cam or Brachium

Go to rambling topic for me is mythology but nine times outta ten it's gonna be Greek mythology and how much modern interpretations of Hades and Persephone PISS ME OFF/LH

Go to gas station snack is green tea Arizona (or pink lemonade) with Pringles

My favorite playlist rn is my lovecore playlist. It's very important to me

Idk it's not really a guilty pleasure but I like playing pastel girl it's cute and simple💕

Extra shit: my favorite color is pink, I'm an Aquarius, favorite animals are cats and bunnies, I love sweets and spicy food and I currently need more room on my bed for more plushies

Type Fours and INFPs are defined as thoughtful, sensitive, creative masterminds with whole worlds inside their heads. That makes you a great match with our one and only dreamwalking boy, Elliott.

Like, literally, you two could share the creative worlds in your heads; that’s what y’all as a pair is so cool. He’d love crafting pink, fluffy places for you, always striving to make them more realistic and fun and innovative. I know you’re also an artist, so Elliott could bring your drawings to life in dreams. Who needs references or models when you have a top notch dreamwalker as a boyfriend?

Overall, your relationship would be just so cute. Elliott’s friends to lovers shaped, so I can imagine him having absorbed your MLP knowledge, if he hasn’t seen it, through pure osmosis. He always has little pops of bright, “girlier” colors: tie dye shirts you bought him, pink hair ties on his wrist, a pink beanie he stole from you and never gave back. You go out to eat together, and you laugh when he’s a spicy food wimp because he never managed to build a tolerance.

Song:

Now, baby, I believe this is real/ So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back/ We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach/ Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets/ I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece/ I'm complete

This isn’t That Handsome Devil, it’s nowhere close, but I will not apologize, okay. Your submission is giving cute, it’s giving girly pop, it’s giving bubblegum. I go where the words lead me, and they are leading me to the cheesy Katy Perry classic bop about dreams and falling in love that Elliott, without a doubt, as a creature of taste, knows all the words to.

Runner-Ups:

Okay, so Sam is a runner-up because it’s basically canon he wears the same, cowboy shit all the time, and I think your colors and style would be a cute contrast to his. Regulus is a runner-up, my favorite one, because you could spin him as the Hades to your Persephone any which way, and I WILL.

note: rant to me anytime about Hades and Persephone I love Greek mythology shit tell me how you feel about Hadestown

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[indecisive-dizzy]

Mmmmm,,,,, thinking about Wallace B Dearest ;v;

Have headcanons cause he’s pookie

He smokes when he’s upset, it makes him nostalgic

He’s pretty nonverbal most of the time, so sometimes he communicates with a notebooks/whiteboard or with sign language

Sally definitely forces him to take photos of her plays and to be her cameraman when she’s putting one on. He doesn’t mind but he wished she’d ask

If he gets really upset or overwhelmed, he get loud and ends up yelling a little before running off and going completely nonverbal for a little while

Whenever Wallace smokes, Barnaby smokes with him and tells him silly jokes to cheer him up. He smiles a little, but that’s all he’s getting

His mom smoked when they were young, but hid it up until she died. Smoking reminds him of his mom

Wallace is a mama’s boy, he’s not super close with his dad but they manage

Random but all of my puppet ocs have teeth. Idk if they’re retractable or if they only pop up occasionally, but they’re there

He doesn’t let people touch his camera, the only people allowed to are Holly, Daisey, and Kiko. Andreas is on thin ice

He ties his hair up in a mini ponytail when he’s concentrating on something

He puts hair clips on his bangs to push them away from his face

His eyes are a dark green, but look a little tealish in the sunlight

He and Holly share a house, I can see half of it being star and ice themed while Wallace is mostly camera and film themed

Wallace loves movies, he’s always on board when Julie and Sally decide to film a movie that goes nowhere

He has a diary. Eddie accidentally read it once and cried (Wallace called him his big brother offhandedly)

Part of me wants to think he’s slightly colorblind, part of me wants him to know every color precisely for no reason other than hair dye purposes

He dyes his hair red every month, but he experiments a couple times. Once it turned pink and he didn’t have the confidence to admit he thought it was kinda cute

I thing eventually he might let it grow out and be blue again

He’s tall and lanky, but is still pretty average when it comes to strength. Holly gets him to exercise with her and they go on runs together

Holly is very athletic, so she’s really strong and has muscle (it’s more visible on human Holly, it’s just implied with puppet Holly). Wallace tries to follow her advice, but it’s really silly and over the top

Holly cut his hair once, he ended up with the worst layers and bangs ever. He cried, Holly tried to fix it but made it worse, and he ultimately had to cut it really short. His bangs were horrible and he had to wear a beanie for weeks afterwards

Holly and Wallace wear matching outfits often, mainly some star beanies Wallace got Holly for her birthday (she got him matching necklaces that she knew he could stim with)

They’re both autistic, that’s all

I love them they’re my babies

What! A! Baby! /pos <33

Sally genuinely asking for things? please that's so beneath her /j. oh I can feel the quiet frustration from Wallace haha

We love a Mama's boy,, and hey at least Barnaby is trying to cheer him up!

Maybe one day Wallace, Julie, and Sally can make a spontaneous movie idea work. one day lol

Talking about him dying his hair makes me wanna throw color in mine 😭 but I gotta wait till it grows out again sighhh

Hmm,, Holly and Wallace should go on a hike! Good exercise And photo opportunities, I think it'd be fun :)

Something tells me Holly was no longer trusted with hair scissors after that lol

[celestialaugust13]

My name is River Debonair Hades, and I’m a daughter of Hecate and live at canp half blood. She’s the coolest goddess, and I have powerful magic powers and I’m usually busy on quests… but not today. I think Percy has a crush on me (but first I’ll have to get rid of the stupid blonde pick me Anna Beth!!!!)

‘Hey river’ I hear Percy say as he passes me practicing archery. I was wearing my Folklore cardigan, with beige cargo trousers and some blue converse. My crochet cat beanie matched the colours I’m wearing on my long sleeve striped T-shirt which has earthy tones, and my blue wolf cut is tied into a cute pony taiI.I would say I have pretty W rizz right now.

‘Heya Percy’’ I winked back at him..

I then hit 2 arrows at into the centre of the target and laughed. I’m not even a daughter of Apple but I sure am good at bows.

‘Come on Percy we’re leaving !!!! ‘Said Anna Beth. I rollled my eyes and Percy looked at me with his eyes apologeticaly with his really hot eyes before he left.

‘We shold hang out Soon!’ Said Percy, but Anna Beth dragged him away And scoffed.Fucking bich, she shouldn’t try to keep percy when’s she knows she has no chance!

When I got back to my cabin,that is covered with winding ivy and has a magic aesthetic, I saw that Taylor swift had Anjounced her concert and I used my powers to make 2 tickets for me and Percy - I know Percy loves Taylor. We might have ti sneak out so Chrion doesn’t see us, but it’s worth it for Taylor!!! Ticket master can go to Tartarus

(4 pts to ravenclaw if u got this far)

I turned on my iPod that is blue and played my favour it’e taylor swift song ( Karma))( that’s what Anna Beth will getsoon)) I then was walking and Will solace offered to play me a song on his ukelele and I sat and listened cutley to his song boys will be bugs’ by a normie called cavetwown . But then his emo boy friend wanted to play Mythi magic so they left me(nerdss!!!). I was so shocked that I ran crying into the woods( so swiftesque) and I cried into the tree. All dryads comforted me and made me a flower crown because I’m friends with everyone ( except Anna bich) and I felt better soon…

Then all of a sudden Luke cam out from behind a tree!! He had been running and he had sweat on his pale forhead. He looked tired - no wonder, he was Supposed to be DEAD?!’ All the dryads screamed and ran away, leaving us all alone…. My purple eyes met my EXES blood red ones.

‘’why.. why have you returned!!????!!!!!’ I shook

(Like 4 part 2, thanks 4 rewdin:))!!!’ And creds to misty for editing love u all)

[that-one-rat-in-the-cupboard]

Blue=Sally Face/Sal

Pink=Lyra/Lizzy

White=Claire(interviewer)

Orange=Larry

Green=Travis

Red=Jake/Sal's cellmate I made up

Italicized=Past

_______________________

The Interview

[Exclusive Cut]

_______________________

You spoke with a great fondness about your friend, Ashley. I understand that you two were very close. You even considered her one of your best friends, along with Larry Johnson and Todd Morrison, is that true?

…Yes…

Have you seen this?

Claire shows Sal a newspaper. Part of one of the articles is circled in red ink: ‘Prosecutor will call Ashely Cambell to testify against The Sally Face Killer.’ A single tear from Sal falls on the paper. Sal crushes the paper.

Many people are curious, was there anything more between you and Ashley? A romantic relationship, perhaps?

No. Ash was just a close friend. I was interested in someone else…

And who would that be? Could you tell us about them?

Lyra Roxley…We always called her Lizzy.

Last I heard you haven’t mentioned anyone by that name in any police interviews.

She wasn’t around enough for it to matter.

Did she know about the supposed cult? Or about the ‘bologna incident’, as you referred to it?

…Yes. She knew. She knew everything. She left all that to Todd, Larry, Ash, and me, though. We would tell her about it, but she never actually tried investigating it herself.

Can you tell me more about her? When did you two meet? How did you meet? What was she like?

We met in junior year of high school…

“Fuck! I’m gonna be late!”

She was always breaking one rule or another. Whether it was speeding through the school halls on rollerblades or not following the dress code, she seemed to break every rule there was aside from blowing up the school within her first week. I think about the moment we met every day…

“Woah-shit!”

Travis had tripped her while she was rollerblading through the halls. She crashed right into me. I remember watching her flip off Travis before making sure I was alright. I didn’t hear anything she said at first, it was all a blur, and not because she had just crashed into me.

“Hellooo! Dude, you good?”

Her eyes were black, not a really dark brown, straight black. Her hair was unruly, had a mind of its own and moved however it wanted, even if she was sitting still. She had naturally blonde hair, but she dyed the back black and bleached the front. She always had two raccoon tails on either side of her fac-

I’m sorry, raccoon tails?

They weren’t real raccoon tails. She dyed lines of black into large sections of hair next to her face. She always called them raccoon tails and I picked up on the habit.

Ah, I see. Go on.

Right. She wore these big, round, wire-framed glasses that made her eyes look bigger than they should’ve, but in a cute way. She had a couple of piercings; a septum nose ring with spikes on it, a lip ring on each side of her bottom lip with spikes on them, and a double eyebrow piercing. She always had bags under her eyes, but her energy never matched them.

“Woah, dude. What happened here?”

“I couldn’t sleep so I turned my room into one big booby trap and now I can’t move… Wanna spend the next three hours trying to disarm it so I don’t blow up the apartments?”

She always dressed up for anything, even if she was just staying home. Her entire wardrobe was just black and red. Maybe a few denim jackets or vests, but they were mainly covered in patches she made or metal spikes she painted. All her pants were ripped and I don’t think I ever saw her in a shirt that didn’t have at least one hole in it. No matter what she wore, she always had this one light grey beanie on. For some reason, everyone in our little friend group wanted to steal it. No one ever could.

Larry peaked over the armrest of his couch, staring intently into the kitchen to make sure Lyra had her back turned before he executed the perfect plan. He signaled to Sally, who was waiting in his doorway for said signal, and the blue-haired boy immediately left the room, walking right to the kitchen.

“Hey, Lizzy?”

“Yeah, Sally Face?”

“Can you grab me a glass? Larry always puts them too high for me to reach to fuck with me.”

“Hehe, sure.”

As Lyra turned her back to reach into the cabinet and grab the glass, Sal signaled to Larry. Instantly, Larry leaped out from the behind the couch and raced over to Lyra, snatching the beanie off of her head…only for another one to be pinned to her hair underneath. She whipped around and faced Larry, pointing an accusing finger at him with a bright, ecstatic expression on her face.

“HA! I knew it! You can’t beat me Lar-Bar!”

Did you ever find out why she wore it?

…

Sal?

She was strong, too. Not physically. More like mentally. Some of the things she told me from her childhood…I still don’t understand how she survived it all. I can’t count the number of times she was beaten up by Travis and his gang. Yet, somehow, every time she just got back up and went on with her day. Larry always said she was a different person during the fights. I never believed him. Not until I witnessed one of the fights myself…

“Hey, freak! Why don’t you run on back to hell and leave us all alone!”

“Dude, I’m just standing here. Am I not allowed to just stand?”

“You got a problem, freak?”

“Yes, several. Would you like me to list off the mental ones or the physical ones first?”

“Lizzy, just leave it be. He won’t-”

“I got this, Sal. Don’t worry about me.”

“Hey! Are you even listening to me!?”

“Didn’t you just say you wanted me to leave you alone? Geeze, dude. Get your priorities straight.”

“Why, you-!”

Lyra wasn’t expecting the first hit, but that didn’t stop her from staying on her feet. Her hand slowly rose to her nose, feeling just beneath it as the blood began to flow. She pulled her hand away and started at the blood on her fingers. Then her eyes met Travis’ and a sinister smile grew on her chapped lips.

“You wanna dance, pretty boy? Let’s fuckin’ dance.”

So, you’re claiming she enjoyed the fights? That, perhaps, she sought them out on purpose?

She never sought them out on purpose, but if it seemed like one was about to start, she wouldn’t do anything to stop it. She definitely enjoyed them, though. She would smile and laugh like a maniac during them. At first, other people would laugh at her, too, mocking her. But the longer the fights went on, the more people realized that she wasn’t laughing to ease her nerves or act all confident. No, she was laughing because she liked it.

Liked what?

The pain. During the fights, she would lick the blood off her face, didn’t matter if it was her’s or the other person’s. She reveled in the fights. She didn’t even seem to notice there was ever a crowd. I’m pretty sure that from her perspective, it was just her and her opponent.

What did she do if someone else got into a fight?

Depends on who it was. If it was people she didn’t know or didn’t care for, she didn’t bother joining or even crowding around it like the other kids did. If it was one of her friends, like Ash, Todd, Larry, or me, she’d go batshit if she had to.

She was defensive of all of you?

Yes. Very.

Do you know why?

No. She always avoided the question when any of us asked. We tried telling her not to worry about us, that we can hold our own, but she always said-

“No…Not against this…”

-and we never knew what she meant. She was always quiet when she said it. It felt like the air around us dropped to freezing and like we were being suffocated. She always left shortly after those interactions, making up an excuse she knew we wouldn’t believe, but we knew better than to ask. The suffocating feeling and the cold would go away a few seconds after she left.

Can you tell me more about your relationship with her?

I guess. There’s not much to talk about. We became friends in junior year and remained friends for a few years. She had told me she loved me on the night of the…incident.

Lyra couldn’t stop biting her nails, picking away at the black polish. She had been video chatting with a friend from her old town when she told them about her years-long crush on Sal. They had convinced her to confess to him, and so she threw on her skates, kissed her dogs and cats goodbye, and started towards Addison Apartments. However, in her excitement to finally confess, she never thought about how she would confess. That resulted in her stalling for a long time, going so slow on her skates that the sun had fully set and the moon had taken over the sky. Still, before she knew it, she was on the sidewalk leading up to Addison Apartments. Sal was standing in the doorway, eyes wide and horrified as he stared at her, blood on his clothes and the weapon in hand.

Sal…?

You didn’t respond?

How could I? I didn’t have time to explain to her. The police were nearly there. She ran once she realized where the sirens were headed.

If all she said was your name, how do you know she was going to confess?

Um…she dropped a note when she ran. I had just enough time to look down at my feet where it had fallen and read it before I was arrested.

What did it say?

I don’t remember all of it, but I do remember one line. ‘I swear on my life and the River Styx, you are my Sun, and I am Icarus’.

Where is she now? Do you know?

…

Sal?

…

Mr. Fisher, can you answer the question? Where is sh-

She’s dead.

…

…Are we done here? I believe I have a trial to get to.

Yes. We are done here.

——————

So…

What, Jake?

How did it actually go down?

How did what actually go down?

That girl you talked about in the interview. How did she really confess.

How do you know about that?

They aired it after your trial. Todney convinced the guards to let us watch it. So, what really happened that night.

If you saw the interview, then why are you asking?

Because you lied.

…

Don’t try denying it. You said she wasn’t prepared to see you when she left, but she somehow had a love letter with her that she just so happened to drop at your feet even though she was at the very end of the sidewalk?

…

I doubt she’s dead, either. You hesitated before saying that, but not in a ‘I don’t want to face this again’ way. You hesitated in a ‘fuck, I need to think of a lie fast’ way. So tell me. What really happened that night?

…

Come on, Sally. We’re alone in our cell and I’ve got a life sentence. No guards, no cameras, no one to spill this to the news. So tell me. What happened?

…She didn’t confess to me that night. She knew what I was going to do and was trying to stop me in time. She was going to do it herself but she was too late. She tried to stay with me, but I wouldn’t let her stay. I told her to run. To leave me and never look back. That’s when she hugged me and said the Icarus thing.

So you guys already knew you liked each other before then? Were you like, partners in crime or something?

Heh, funny you say that. We used to have this thing we’d say all the time, just us. One of us would say-

“Partners in crime-”

And then the other would say-

“And trouble til the end!”

That’s adorable. It makes me want to throw up. So, if she didn’t confess that night, when did she?

That’s a bit of a long story…

And we got nothing but time.

You won’t believe me.

Who has up to this point?

…It happened during the last week of our senior year of high school. It was her, Larry, and me all in Larry’s room. We were hanging out for a while, but we were all very tense about finals and having to study and what we were going to do after school was over, there was just a lot of stress and nowhere for it to go. Larry had tried stealing her beanie again…

“Come on, dude! We don’t care if your hair is all messed up, just let me see!”

We had all been drinking, especially Larry, so we were all a bit more on edge than we would have been otherwise, and I think that’s why things ended up the way they did…

“Larry, stop! You don’t do this shit to Sal!”

“This is just your hair! Why won’t you let anyone see!?”

“Larry, dude, chill ou-”

“No! Since the moment we met her she’s been hiding it from us! What if it’s something to do with that stupid cult? What if she’s got a mic under there or some shit!?”

“Larry! You can’t just accuse her of-”

“You can’t just defend her because you’re in love with her!”

“Larry!”

“I don’t care! I’m done with this cult shit! I’m done with all of it! I’m getting to the bottom of it and if that means outing Lizzy as a spy, then damnit I will!”

“Larry, wait-!”

“Dude, stop!”

Lyra wasn’t quick enough to dodge, and the next thing everyone knew, her beanie was in Larry’s hand. The lights flickered and the CD that had once been playing music began spewing static. Larry’s feet were glued to the floor as he looked around frantically. The small bit of sun peeking through the curtains was washed out by swirling dark figures. Sal began to panic and backed into a corner as the figures engulfed Lyra. Larry stared on in horror, immediately sobering up as he saw the shadowy figures swirl around her. It was only when one zipped past him toward her that he was knocked out of his shock and started frantically stumbling backward, tripping over an empty canvas and joining Sal in the corner. Just as fast as it had started, it ended. The lights flickered on, the shadows dispersed, and there was Lyra, all the same…almost. Shadows shifted and danced over her head and behind her. The ones over her eyes wrapped around her head and resembled bandages. The ones over her mouth formed an ‘X’. The ones over her ears looked like scribbles you may see in a notebook. The ones on her back looked like four sets of wings, two smaller sets under the biggest ones and the smallest set right above the big ones. There was also a long, whip-like tail that trailed from behind her.

Woah, woah, woah. I thought that demon dude was a guy. And you said there was only one of him!

There is. If you let me finish the story it’ll make sense. Hopefully.

Okay, okay, fine. Keep going with your little fairytale.

Everyone was frozen in place, all out of fear. Lyra knew this was bound to happen, she just hoped it never would.

“L…Lizzy?”

She couldn’t say a word. So instead she jumped up from her spot on the floor and ran. Larry tried going after her, but when he left his room and saw a completely empty living room, and no doors left open that Lyra could have ran through, he started to panic.

“Fuck, man. This isn’t good. What do we do!? She just disappeared!”

“I-I don’t know! Where do you think she would’ve gone?”

“She always said Wendigo Lake calmed her down when she was stressed. Said she liked to swim there when it was nighttime.”

“It’s still light out, but it will be getting dark soon. You go check there and I’ll check the apartments. I doubt she left town.”

“Oh god, what have I done? Why couldn’t I have just left her alone!?”

“Worry about that later, Larry. We need to find her first and make sure she’s okay.”

“Right. Find her first…I hope that’s soon…”

We looked for her for hours, but couldn’t find her. We were so tired by the end of it that we just ended up crashing in Larry’s room together, hoping we’d find her the next day. Larry was out the moment his head hit the bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I was too worried about Lizzy. I needed to know where she went, if she was okay. I ended up going outside for a breath of fresh air. I was out there for maybe five minutes before I heard crying coming from the tree house Larry and I hung out in all the time. So I climbed up into it and…

“Lizzy?”

“Ah! S-Sally! I-I-fuck! You can’t see me like-I-I need to-”

“Don’t leave! …Please, don’t leave.”

“But…aren’t you mad? Don’t you want me to leave? I look like…him after all…”

“I don’t care about that right now. I just want to make sure you’re okay…”

“...”

“Lizzie?”

“I’m okay, Sally. Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Um, do you mind if I sit next to you?”

“It was your’s and Larry’s treehouse before I came along. Do whatever you like.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“...”

“...”

“I’m sorry…For what happened earlier.”

“What?”

“You know, the flickering lights and the CD static?”

“Oh, that…”

“Yeah…that…”

“What was that?”

“...The beanie I wear has a sealing and protection combination rune embroidered on the inside of it. As long as I’m wearing it, it hides the…shadowy parts of me…That’s what happens when it’s taken off unexpectedly…”

“...”

“I know you want to ask me, Sal. It’s okay. You can ask.”

“Are…are you related to the Red Eyed Demon?”

“Yes.”

“...”

“I’m his daughter. I was conceived after he became the demon. The cult had offered him one of their women so he could have an heir. When I was born with no physical signs of being a demon, he abandoned me and killed my mother. He didn’t care what happened to me, so the cultists shoved me into the arms of another cultist, a man named Taylor. He became my adoptive father and left the cult not even a few months later. We were on the run most of my life, but we didn’t have a choice… He died a week before I moved here. He had made the beanie for me when I turned ten and started to develop the shadows. I only had to wear it in public. When we were alone, I could have it off as much as I wanted. He made sure that I wouldn’t be ashamed of the shadows, but he also made sure I understood where I inherited them from, and why I had to hide them…”

“So…Your father is…the Red Eyed Demon.”

“...”

“...”

“...It was amazing knowing you, Sally. I’ll miss you a lot.”

“W-what? What are you talking about, you’re leaving?”

“Huh? No. I just…you don’t want to be around me anymore, right? I’m directly related to the very thing you have been trying to take down since you moved here four years ago! There’s no way you’d want to be around me anymore! …right?”

“Lizzy, I love you. You obviously don’t want your father to take over the earth. If you did you would have killed me and Larry and Ash and Todd and anyone trying to stop him by now. I trust you, Lizzy. You’ve stayed with us and believed us since you met us. Do you know how liberating it was to finally have someone believe us without needing proof? Though, now I get why you didn’t need any proof…”

“You love me?”

“Uh…ah, yeah. I did say that, didn’t I?”

“...”

“I understand if you don’t like me back. I mean, who in their right mind would?”

“...”

“It’s not like I’m like Larry. Muscular, handsome, normal…”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Say something, damnit.”

“I love you, too.”

“...”

“Can I kiss you?”

“...Yes.”

So, this demon dude you keep talking about, that you want to kill, not only has a daughter, but you fell in love with said daughter?

In my defense, I didn’t know she was his daughter until after I realized I loved her.

Still, dating the daughter of a demon you want to kill is probably the biggest ‘fuck you’ you could give to the universe.

Maybe, but all I cared about at the time was finishing school. The cult had kind of gone to the background of my mind for the time being.

Hm…Question.

Shoot.

Why are you suddenly so willing to talk about this chick when you haven’t mentioned her at all til the interview?

I was just sentenced to death row. I’ve got nothing to lose. No one but the people that were there for it believe me. I doubt anyone will believe this, even if you tell anyone.

You don’t know that.

Do you believe me?

…

Exactly.

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

Im never getting that baby karasu butterfly scene out of my head also wait adding this to the sweetheart karasu agenda but maybe he really likes animals too?? Like there’s obv the crown motif all over but we see him like gazing at it so fondly too like bro crows and butterflies this boy is so precious HDJSHSJSJAH and no because atp the authors fr just copied you like fwtkac karasu was actually so on point it’s scary

NAH BC WHAT DID WE SAY?? MIRAEITA CANON FR we got the first epinagi appearance guys epimiraeita next fs look at all these signs

On that note im seeing all your shitposts on Otoya and laughing you fr fell into the Otoya agenda trap (me too honestly) LMAOO I also can’t unsee that eyebrow meme but what’s also really funny is wayyyy back when when I first read the manga I was like “bro id never give two shits about Otoya so idc and it’s fine that he’s a cheater LMAO” (look at me now :(((((((() Also wait I also did not know about the green eyebrows it never processed in my mind…that’s…interesting….bro has blades of grass as eyebrows…..

Also the BEANIE I cannot I’m sure he’s worn it so often that his skull and hair have been like permanently MOLDED into a beanie shape like let’s be real let your scalp breathe

LMAFAOAO “buddy we can tell” HAS ME ROLLING but nah fr he just said it is what it is no thoughts empty head

But ok wait pause again this just makes all the previous tabieita moments even more special HEHJSJS like when karasu prevents Otoya and Bachira from stopping off the bench to their recent game interactions and their third selections interactions too like goodbye im ascending we love tabieita power duo (also from what we’ve seen im also assuming himizu probs came first!!)

FR the length of the epinagi chapters is sm nicer whatever’s going on in the bm pxg match just passes like i feel like I read four panels and the chapters over LMAO

We love karasu relevance….i feel like he’ll definitely have a moment but i wonder if maybe it won’t be as tied to shidou so that it still allows Rin to score while he gets some spotlight…like maybe he finds a way to shut down Kaiser or Isagi (good parallel back to the whole Ordinary Isagi from third selection etc)…I also considered that maybe he’d help Rin!! Honestly that was kinda my ideal situation where maybe he breaks apart the current dual system (which seems kinda inefficient imo) but I wasn’t sure how likely that was to happen LOL either way I trust karasu awakening moment soon…

FRRR I get that Isagi is the mc but I’m DYING to see other matches like please we haven’t seen any of the other matches barcha has been straight up dead for like the past 60 chapters

Another nagireo breakup NEEDS TO HAPPEN like let them grow I’m begging (also I too like to doom scroll through Reddit but then I see some extremists debating some points or talking about characters glazing and whatnot I’m like ok maybe this was a mistake LMAOOO)

Yeah there’s no such thing as a non ooc piece there…also I think just generally (at least in terms of my preferences) the writing style is very…unsophisticated…which makes sense since it’s like middle schoolers writing but I cannot bring myself to continue reading some of that like…(LMAOAO I like that philosophy if it doesn’t exist I’ll make it myself HAHA)

Well either way we were fed well today with that chapter I dropped everything to read it

-Karasu anon

HE IS JUST A CUTE SPARKLY BOY PLEASEEE he’s so 🥹🥹💖💖 i can’t…he loves all animals except the marine ones TRUST!! bro finds wonder and joy in all living creatures as long as they stay far away from the water. and HAHA omg karasu is basically mine atp i should be getting royalties for letting bllk use him 🥱

YES MIRAEITA SO REAL SO TRUE HIGHLIGHT OF THE CHAPTER 🤩 first in bllk now in epinagi…it’s obvious what the best ship is!! NO BUT SAME when i first saw him i was like okay weird guy his best friend is hot asf though (i was so overwhelmed by karasu that i did NOT care abt otoya) and then i read he was a cheater and i was like yikes…never liking him…now i shitpost abt him constantly and just posted the first chapter of a fic for him 😓 he used his ninja skills on me or smth tf…

I JUST NOTICED IT THE OTHER DAY so ig his hair is naturally green then?? does that mean he bleaches the rest of it?? he confuses me a bit 😭 don’t get me started on the beanie LMAOAOA he keeps that thing ON ‼️ yeah ykw at least he admits that he’s dumb as hell though like he truly is just floating through life and chilling i have to respect it

TABIEITA IS PEAK OVER THINKER + DOESN’T THINK like they average out to a normal person’s levels of consideration to any given subject HAHA karasu is always analyzing shit and internally freaking out about every little thing meanwhile otoya is like “cool 🥶👍” to literally whatever 😭

pxg vs bm has been like so many chapters and yet i feel like nothing has happened…i think it’s the curse of weekly releases though because i bet on reread it’ll flow well!! it’s just that as it’s coming it’s like please i need MOREEE

i do think karasu is going to have some kind of relevance!! i see a lot of posts on tik tok abt rin and shidou possibly linking up and i think karasu could be an avenue to that. but also YES bro i can’t wait for the epinagi manga to catch up w nel in twenty years i need to see what’s going on nowwww let me see my boys again 😓 BUT NOT TOGETHER. REONAGI ANTI RIGHT HERE (not actually hehehe but yk)

honestly i’m not a reddit lurker…embarrassingly enough i happened upon the thread while looking for manga panels of otoya on google 😐 goofy ass mf taking over my life and whatnot

100% i think it’s almost a self fulfilling prophecy — kids start off writing on wattpad, so the quality isn’t great, which means adults searching for smth better written go to sites like tumblr/ao3, leaving mostly people who can read objectively more beginner work on there, and because they’re so used to that, that’s what wp authors will put out. then because the ecosystem is as such, there’s no motivation to improve as authors can get away w a simplistic writing style and still be popular. ofc this doesn’t apply to everyone — i myself post on wp sometimes, so there’s obviously going to be other people who can write fairly well and upload on there for various reasons — but for the most part that’s kind of the case. actually ime more complex/better written stories will get less popular and more hate/complaining-type comments than the very surface level y/n-harem type of stories. that’s not to bash on the latter kind of story but it’s just an interesting observation i’ve made!! i think it speaks a lot to the wp audience

[goodstories08]

Echoes of Love

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Peter was a very nervous guy who had a massive crush on you. The thing is you knew it because of your power, the ability to feel vibrations and create sonic blasts. You had hid your ability from the world so you weren’t a superhero or anything but it was fun to use them to hear certain hearts race as you walked by.

You shoved books into your locker as your best friend Jenny was talking about her families beach house. After coming out as gay all of the straight girls wanted to be your friends and it got really annoying.

It wasn’t like you had a choice of friends so you just hung out with the popular rich kids since they would always treat for shopping and stuff like that. “So you wanna come up to the beach house next Saturday for summer break?,” Jenny asked, you thought for a second surprised that you forgot school was over in a week. “Who’s going?” You asked before shutting your locker. “Well obviously me and my new boyfriend I told you about, and Marissa and Jackson,” I rolled my eyes and turned to her. “I don’t really feel like going to a couples getaway without being in a relationship,” you said in a sarcastic tone as Jenny pulled her phone out.

She showed you the picture of a muscular boy on her phone, he wore a beanie and had his button up shirt opened. “He looks like an F boy Jenny,” she immediately hit her chest of offense. “That’s my cousin,” she said causing your eyes to grow wide, “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t…”

“But yea he kinda does look like one so I guess it’s better if you don’t,” She cut you off while glaring at someone coming up behind you. “Ehh it’s that nerd Peter Parker,” she said in a mean tone. “We’re all nerds , we go to a nerd school,” you whisper yelled so he wouldn’t hear. “Yes but he’s like a nerd, nerd like into comics and star-wars.” I scoffed then turned on my heals to the nervous boy.

“H-hey Y/n,” He nervously stuttered causing Jenny to giggle a little. His face turned red, “I was wondering if you wanted to come over today to study? I heard you saying you needed help in math class so I can help. O-only if you want me to.”

You look to him and feel his rapidly racing heartbeat, the vibrations were loud but you learned to toon it out. You felt kinda flustered that someone was so nervous around you, someone who was hot to. “Um sure, just text me we’re to meet you. Six works for me,” you say while pulling your phone out for Peter to type his number in. The taller boy quickly typed his number in, “Yea six works for me to.”

Peter smiled and walked back toward his friends Mj and Ned who were fangirling from the side. “Eww I can’t believe your going out with a nerd,” Jenny said while the two of you started to walk out of school, backpack sling over shoulder. “He’s cute though,” she nodded still looking unconvinced he was good enough for you, “I also heard he has real nice abs, better than your F boy cousin your trying to set me up with.” She rolled her eyes and muttered, “Whatever,” before looking back at her phone and typing away.

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You stand outside of Peter’s apartment and check the address to see if it matched the one he gave you. The door quickly opened and there stood Peter in a tight tee shirt. You couldn’t help but blush, “O-oh hi Y/n come in.”

He held the door open as you walked inside the apartment, “This way.” He walked past and showed you to his room, which sure enough nerdy just like Jenny said. He had a massive lego Death Star and a bunch of comics on his desk. “Wow, you collected all of this?” He nodded feeling proud to finally show it off to someone he liked. “It’s cool.”

“So what do you need help with,” he asked as the two of you sat on the carpet in his room. You unzip your backpack and pull out your homework. “Geometry I just can’t understand it, at all,” you say while pointing to the problems. “Oh this is easy, just follow what I’m doing ok,” he said as you nodded for him to continue.

A few hours past and the two of you became more and more close. You wound up taking a break and talked about random things to get to know one another better. You talked about all the school drama and how coming out has been while he told you about his uncle. It was really sad and Peter looked like he would cry at one point so you hugged him.

His strong arms wrapped around your upper waist as you wrapped yours around his neck. The smell of his cologne filled your nose and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “T-thanks Y/n,” he said as the two of you pulled back. “Why are you thanking me? You were the one who volunteered to help me, so thank you,” you say causing him to smile.

“Now back to the last one, right here…” he picked the pencil out of your hand and pulled behind you. His right arm wrote-on the paper while his chest was pressed up against your back. His warm breath tickled your neck as you were only inches apart from each other. You turned to him and the two of you stare into each other’s eyes. Peter felt he needed to take his shot so he leaned down too seal your lips.

It was a somewhat quick kiss but it was filled with passion and desperation. Peter was thinking millions of things at the moment, from how his breath smelled to how he was sitting but nothing could take over the feeling of kissing you. When you pulled back Peters arm was still wrapped around your waist , “T-thanks Y/n.”

“You don’t need to say thanks everyone I do something,” you say causing his face to turn red. “Sorry,” You roll your eyes and lean in once more, he pushed his lips harder this time. “Well Peter,” you say as you pulled apart once more, “This has been the best study session I’ve ever had.”

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It was now summer and school was let out, Peter sat on your bed on his phone. You walked into the room with your suitcase as Peter looked at you, “Are you sure your friends won’t mind me, a nerd, joining your trip.” You said no even though you knew Jenny would mind, but hey he’s your boyfriend so what is she going to do about it.

Peter stood up and pulled you into a hug from behind, his chin rest on your shoulder as the two of you sway. The sudden honk of a car horn took you both out of the moment. “Come on let’s go,” you yelled to Peter who followed you out to the car. He tightened his grip on your hand as the two of you got closer toward the car. “Really Y/n?,” Jenny said with a sarcastic tone. “What he’s nice, and good with “studying” if you know what I’m talking about,” you said the last part quietly into her ear causing her to smile. “We’ll come one get in,” she said while we threw out bags in the trunk. You turned to Marissa and her boyfriend who were In the back row before leaning into Peter. His left bicep comforted you like a pillow as you fell into a calming sleep.

[tobitofunction]

Oh Baby Part 19

part 20 part21

Nekoma and Fukuradani meet baby Haruto. Also Daichi being a (slightly) horny boy

^ Suga is the one with the headband, Asahi you could probably guess Daichi’s actor is the one with the beanie and Ennoshita is the guy who pops in

“Do we have everything?” Daichi asked looking between the three bags,” I say so, Daichi relax” you hummed, you looked down at Haruto who was peacefully drinking his milk while his father was slowly losing his mind.” Baby, this be our first time taking care of Haruto without my parents nearby, we be to busy with the matches to buy something new, so we need to pack everything in perfect quantity” he said kneeling in front of you rubbing Haruto’s head while he was feeding,” He’s still quite small, even though he eats regularly” Daichi said,” The doctor said, he’s healthy so no need to worry” you smiled at him, trying not to move too much so Haruto won’t be distributed that much. Daichi hummed and kissed his son’s head,” Also, I meet up with Michimiya and she found something very cute, look inside the closet and bring out the red bag” Daichi did as he was told, he opened up the red paper bag and a smile broke out on his face once he saw what was inside,” The team will love this” he chuckled,” I guess we need a bigger bag” he said grabbing a larger suitcase.

“Hello, there little troublemaker, ready for Tokyo?” Ukai asked in a baby tone looking at Haruto who was sucking at his pacifier. Meanwhile, Daichi was strapping him into the seat beside you,” Do you need help?” Suga asked after stuffing his back in the overhead debarment,” Yeah, I should be, ask me the same question in 5 minutes again” he chuckled, the car seat is brand new, bought just for the trip as Haruto's other seat was to difficult to take out of his parent's car,” Hey there Haruto” Tanaka said rubbing the boy's belly,” Kiyoko is looking so you better not start crying” he whispered making Haruto give him a side glance before focusing back on Coach Ukai and Takeda in front of him who were making faces at him, you looked at the instruction on your lap noticing something seeming off,” Emm Dai, I think you need to redo it?” Daichi lifted a brow,” Why?” he asked confused and slightly annoyed,” Because it says for children under 2 the seat needs to be facing the car seat” you said holding the instruction in front of his face”,” What?” he said taking the piece of paper of you,” Shit-”,” No swearing in front of the baby” you slapped his head,” Here taking him” Daichi said handing you the baby so he can readjust the seat,” Are you hungry?” you asked Haruto who was pulling at your shirt like his life depended on it,” Kiyoko, can you give the blanket? I need to feed him, saving you from a screaming banshee”,” Sure” Kiyoko handed you the blanket Michiymia made for you,” Does it hurt?” Noya asked popping up behind you,” It tickles at first but it's draining, I always need something to eat and drink afterwards” you said throwing the blanket over Haruto as he latched on,” Daichi, you better get going, we are leaving soon” Ukai said making Daichi groan,” Everyone please settle down, once Daichi finishes we are leaving” Takeda, you peaked under the blanket seeing Haruto’s brown orbs staring up at you, the more he drank the sleepier he seems to become,” How much do I beg to be in Haruto’s position” Daichi mumbled on his breath,” Win, the first match and you have the right” you whispered making Daichi’s cheeks heat up,” You beat I win” he mumbled giving you a wink,” Got it” he snapped his fingers happily,” We can drive, he won’t be finished for a while” you said to Ukai who gave you an unsure glance,” Got it” he thumps up. 

After finishing their first round of training in Tokyo and inspecting the opponent Daichi collapsed on the futon, he closed his eyes when he felt a small weight on top of him, he opened his eyes and saw Haruto laying on his chest,” Hey there buddy” he mumbled patting his head,” You don't seem to like Tokyo very much, you slept nearly the whole day” he teased making you giggle, your hair was slightly wet as you just came out the bathhouse,” Shouldn’t you be happy about that?” Yamaguchi asked sitting down beside him, gently caressing Haruto’s chubby cheek,” I am, as it wasn’t like that for a while, he would make up crying every 30 minutes” Daichi sighed carefully sitting up,” You put that on yourself” Tsukishima said, he was lying on his back,” Tsuki” Yamaguchi said kicking him slightly making the blond glare at him,” Well you might prepare yourself for that as he’s sleeping with us tonight” Daichi said in a serious tone,” But where? Wouldn't the futon be too hard for him?” Ennoshita asked worriedly,” With the baby futon he should be fine,” Daichi said making Ennoshita nod,” Ooh Haruto, we going ghost hunting today,” Tanaka said excitedly, laying on his stomach beside Daichi so he could make eye contact with the baby, Haruto just stared at him from between his father chest.  

Arriving at the stadium Daichi pulled you close as your received some weird looks from people,” Ignore them baby” he whispered in your ear patting your back,”I got good at that?”,” Look who we have here?” a deep voice teased from behind,” Finally got chance to see the real sky tree?” Kuroo asked with a smirk,” We did” Daichi answered looking up at his fellow Captain,” Well, well, well, don't tell me you're getting nervous my dear Daichi” he continued to tease,” I see you're talking to much as a sign of your nervousness Kuroo my friend” Daichi teased back making Kuroo’s smirk drop,” This must the little Haruto” Kuroo said turning to you and Haruto, who was peacefully sleeping inside of his baby sling, his pacifier slightly hanging out of his mouth,” He’s cute” Kai said walking up with the rest of the team,” He must have gotten it from you than” Kuroo teased once again,” He’s so small, just like a small cat” Lev said crouching down to get a better look at the sleeping infant,” Isn’t it too loud for him here?” Kai asked,” For that, we bought him these?” Daichi said pulling out a pair of soundproofed headphones,” That’s good, we don't want to damage his small eardrums” he caressed the baby's face gently making Haruto’s nose scrunch up slightly making Kai aww,” DID I HEAR BABY?” a voice shouted, you cringed at the voice and quickly looked down hoping Haruto was still asleep, the baby stirred and changed buried his head deeper into your chest but didn’t see to wake up,” Bokuto, keep your voice down” Akashi scolded,” But baby” Bokuto said pointing at the child,” Yes, exactly, you know how much effort  it takes to get a baby to sleep?” Bokuto shook his head and tippy-toed his way over to you,” This Haruto, he's just a little over a month old” you said readjusting Haruto a little bit,” So tiny, just like a small owl” he cooed,” It’s me, Bokuto your favourite Uncle”,” Listing man, we can't keep having this conversation” Suga began rolling up his sleeves but Daichi stopped him with an arm across his friend's chest,” Who will you be playing today?” Akashi asked as Nekoma and Bokuto fussed over the sleeping baby in your arms,” Tsubakihara Academy” Daichi answered not taking his eyes off you and his son,” Think you can take them?”,” We didn't come here to lose in our first match” Suga answered making Akashi smirk,” Good to hear, good luck than” Akashi said,” Bokuto, we need to warm up” Bokuto sighed, his hair dropping a bit, he gently grabbed Haruto’s hand and shook it,” Goodbye little owl” he said before walking away slowly,” I guess, we should warm up to. You better win your game Daichi” Kuroo patted Haruto’s head before leaving,” I will change him” you winked at Daichi making him nod,” Okay, let’s start our warm-up then” Daichi said.

Halfway through their warm up the team heard a small giggle making them stop what they were doing. They looked in the direction the giggle came from and saw you enter the room with an awake Haruto, who happened to be dressed in a crow costume,” Surprise boys” you smiled,” He’s so cute”,” Our own little mascot”,” We definitely will win now”, the boys said altogether,” So cute” Yachi gasped, her cheeks were red and voice got an octave higher,” Where did you get costume anyway?” Tsukishima asked trying to hide, the fact that he finds Haruto adorable inside the costume but you easily picked up on it,” Michmiya did, Dai always called him his little good luck charm, so why not make it official” you smiled,” Well I say mission accomplished” Ukai said taking Haruto off you,” We can use your cuteness as a distraction against the other team” he said gently pinching Haruto’s nose making him giggle,” No Karasuno team had a mascot before, so we defiantly have a win under our bag” Takeda said standing on his tiptoes to see Haruto better, who was currently chewing on the zipper of Ukai’s clothes,” Haruto, don't put that in your mouth, You don’t know the last time he washed it” you said grabbing the zipper out of his mouth and taking the baby back in your arms,” Hey” Ukai said,” Yachi, could you take him to the stands? I need to stay inside the court”,” Sure no problem” Yachi said gently taking Haruto off you,” Everything you need for him inside the bag, I feed him while changing him, so we should be fine for a hour, if he gets hungry there is a spare bottle of milk inside the bag” Yachi nodded at information,” I won't mind having him beside me” Ukai said about to reach for the boy but Yachi turned away from him making him frown,” Love the sentiment Coach but it be to dangerous, a ball could easily hit him” you said,”Fine, but once we finish I will hold him again”,” I haven’t hold him once, so it be ME.... I mean it is me Coach” Tanaka said,” You just want to impress me and Y/N,” Kiyoko said making tense up,” No of course not, okay maybe it’s a tiny reason why but just look at him, he’s wearing a crow costume. He's so cute” Tanaka said,” The cutest, just like his mother,” Noya said making you roll your eyes.

It seems to dress Haruto in a crow costume did give the boys motivation as even though the other team came close multiple times they took both sets home. “Congrats boys” you pecked Daichi’s sweaty cheek,” Do you know who were playing next?” Asahi asked as Daichi wrapped his arm around you while you handed out towels and water bottles to the others,” I heard it’s Inarizaki” Yachi said popping in from behind with Haruto in her arms,” Let me take him” Daichi said bur Yachi turned slightly,” No, you must be tired. I hold him” she said,”I can hold him” Tanaka said,” No, I can” Noya said pushing his friend aside moving with open arms towards Yachi who looks ready to fight for her life,” I’m his Godfather so let me take him” Suga said lowering Nora’s hands,”I could hold him as well” Asahi said quietly,” I want to hold him as well” Hinata said but Kageyama grabbed him by his collar,” You just drop him”,” I have a little sister, you be the one dropping him”,” No, I won’t”,” Yes, you would”,” No, I won’t” the began arguing,” What about us” Yamaguchi asked pulling Tsukishima forward,” I’m the most responisbal after Daichi, so I should be” Ennoshita said, Kinnoshita and Narita nodded but didn't say anything,”Shut it all of you” Ukai shouted making everyone quiet,”I hold him, you all shower and get dressed into something clean. We are having a meeting about our next opponents” Yachi reluctantly gave the baby over to the Coach,” I just saved it from rough Volleyball players” he said gently, Takeda rubbed the baby back with a soft smile,” It seems our son, stole the team's heart” you mused to Daichi, Daichi hummed smiling at his son was still surrounded by his teammates,” Just like his mom stole my heart” he teased,” Y/N, can you help us with the equipment?” Kiyoko asked,” Sure” you pecked Daichi’s cheek,” Please take a shower, you smell like road kill, all of you do,” you said scrunching up your nose as you heard some offended gasps behind you.

“I feed him” you held out your hands for Ukai to give you Haruto back,” Haruto isn't hungry, aren't you? You're fine” Ukai said but Haruto did grabby motions towards you with a cute little pout,” Fine” he sighed handing you the baby, who began pulling at your shirt. You walked into your room where Kiyoko and Yachi were casually talking,” got him back from the coach I see” Kiyoko giggled,” Are you feeding him?” Yachi asked,” Did you have much trouble with him?” you asked as you adjusted Haruto so he feed comfortably,” No, he was just a bit fussy a bit when I tried to feed him but after a while, he feed without a problem” Yachi smiled down at Haruto was happily drinking his milk,” Got many judgy stares?”,” Yeah, I don’t know how you do it”,” You get used to it” you grimaced,” Can I ask you something personal?” Yachi asked playing with her fingers,” Sure” you said wiping some milk from Haruto’s chubby cheek,” Did you see your parents again? Like do they know Haruto is born?” you bit your lips, you looked down at Haruto who slowly got druzy from the milk, he looked so cute,” No, they wouldn’t care anyway. They called me a whore when they found out and kicked me out for my choice. They made me choose, and in their eyes I choose wrong” you sighed,” I’m sorry for bringing it up” Yachi said blushing looking at the ground,” No, it’s fine. I don’t care about them anymore, I have Daichi and his parents and you guys of course” you smiled making the girls smile back at you,” He looks like a small drunk person” Kiyoko joked,” Daichi’s siblings said it as well”.

“Is Haruto asleep?” Daichi asked as you joined him and rest for dinner, you nodded,” Here, I got this for you” he said placing a plate full of food in front of you,” Thanks Dai, how did the meeting go?”,” Inarizaki, are one of the favourites to win, all good players, they even have one of top 5 aces on their team Aran Orijo” Daichi said taking a sip from his drink,” You played Bokuto, and he's in the top 5, so Orijo shouldn't be a problem”,” We never won a practice match against them” he pointed out,” But you guys won against Ushijima and he’s in the top 3, so Inarizaki shouldn't be a problem”,” That’s what I was trying to say, now that we beat Ushijima, I feel like we can beat anyone” Tanaka said throwing his arm around you,” You have 5 seconds to take it off or I will rip your arm out your socket and use it to clean the bathrooms” you said making your fellow 2nd  quickly take his hand off,” That was kinda hot” Tanaka whispered into Nora’s ear making the boy nod,” Anything she does it hot, what a milf”,”Noya” you said warningly.

“Sleep tight Haruto” Daichi kissed his son's forehead, he stayed watching him for a while, seeing Haruto’s small chest going up and down gave him a sense of peace,” The same goes for you,” you said patting Daichi’s back,” You sure you be fine? I can take him back to the boys, they won’t mind-”,” Daichi, you and the boys need all the rest you can get, we be fine” Daichi sighed and looked back at Haruto,” Fine, but put him back in Crow costume tomorrow”,” I would love to but he threw up all over it, just baby things” you shrugged,” I will think of something which will lift the team's spirit” you patted his chest, he has gotten more muscular, just a tiny bit, but just enough to make you feel things,” What about the promise you gave me on the bus?” he asked cheekily,” Dai, the girls could walk in any second” Daichi pouted,” We can lock the door or go into the bathrooms?”,”How about, we do it once we get back home?” Daichi's pout didn’t leave his face,” Fine”,” I will also cook your favourite meal, just don’t hurt yourself again”,” I promise I won’t” he pecked your forehead and left the room just as Yachi and Kiyoko entered,” The bathrooms are free, do you want to join us?”,” Sure” you grabbed the small baby monitor and left the room with the girls

[rafescoke]

Maybank ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

Part #2

Read part #1 here

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Sometimes both sides are in the wrong.

Warnings: More angst, mentions of substance, gaslighting!

A/N: you know the drill. . . send requests!

(Y/N) isn’t one to feel jealous easily.

When she dated a certain boy from her school a few years ago, she wasn’t even phased when she had found him kissing another girl at a party.

She simply didn’t care.

But the aching feeling in her when she saw her current boyfriend sniffing a line on the back of a random girl with the perfect house and the perfect clothes and the-

“(Y/N), do you want to come down to the beach with us?”

(Y/N) finally looks up from her novel in which she wasn’t even reading in the first place. Her mind was somewhere else, and her thoughts weren’t put in the context of the book.

“No. I’m not feeling well.”

JJ sighs, fixing his cap backwards and placing himself beside her. He looks over her lap, reading the first few lines of the book his sister’s reading and sighs. 

“I never read, so I do not understand how this whole novel thing works. But I’m pretty sure reading about getting over a breakup won’t do you any good.”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, snapping her book with a shut. The last thing she ever wants is for JJ to lecture her. She had enough bawling her eyes the past 2 weeks. 

“What time are you supposed to go again? Go.”

She’s grateful, of course, for JJ. He was there for her the whole 2 weeks when she didn’t feel like eating or taking a shower or anything that involved getting out of the bed.

But she feels better now, her hair perfectly up in a hairdo and the red color of her cheeks returning.

She’s not sad anymore.

The feeling evolves into anger.

Of course, (Y/N).

You’re nothing but a pogue.

If there’s one thing Obx is famous for, that will be the annual bonfire. It’s an excuse for every teenager on the island to let loose and to free themselves after a year of studying.

For (Y/N), it’s just another party for Rafe to ignore her.

But she’s not coming down to the beach with him a few distance away, hell, she doesn’t even know if he’s coming.

“What the fuck! You told me you’re not coming,” JJ laughs, giving his sister a side hug. “You look good. You don’t look pale anymore.”

“I’m gonna be sick if you keep saying nice things to me,” (Y/N) rolls her eyes, though her insides are beaming. JJ has always been her number one supporter, and she loves her brother with all her heart.

“Just don’t go to the other side of the beach, okay? All your friends are here.”

And we’re back to him protecting her.

She gets it, really, but she doesn’t feel like a night full of JJ and his friends becoming some sort of bodyguards to her.

The last thing she ever wants is for Rafe to think she’s still weak.

“J, I know.”

He holds both of his hands up, “I’m just saying. I’m by the fire if you ever need me, okay?”

It’s funny how the boy who cried to her over his scraped knee is the same boy who’s trying his best to protect her. Growing up in a dysfunctional family, all (Y/N) and JJ has is each other. 

(Y/N) walks to the music booth, getting so tired over the same artist being played over and over again. She doesn’t feel like listening to Drake all while trying to forget a certain brunette boy from the back of her head.

“Hey, can I get something different? Play the Euphoria soundtrack if you must. Anything other than the songs you’re playing.”

The DJ looks up to her and gives out the widest grin. (Y/N) tries to look away from the charming smile, but her eyes are glued to a pair of blue ones.

“Not a fan of Drake?”

“Nah.”

“Why? Trying to move on from an ex?”

She gulps, “No. Just have a good taste in music.”

The guy licks his teeth, “Touche. The name’s Nate.”

(Y/N) gives him a small grin, “Hm. Can we change the song now?”

Nate raises a brow because god; no one has ever disregard him. 

There’s something about the girl.

“Is Party In The USA good enough for you, princess?”

Her breath hitches. The last time someone has ever called her princess was probably a few weeks ago. 

This is not helping her to get over him.

“Whatever. You’re the DJ, right?” she answers, turning on her heels. “Oh wait, Nate?”

He smiles at her again, and (Y/N) has the urge to slap the smug look off his face.

“Don’t call me princess. You’re not my boyfriend.”

For the past 40 minutes, no Drake song has been playing. The crowd begins filling the empty space in the middle to dance with each other, and (Y/N) has to look away from the couple getting close and leaving kisses down each other’s necks.

She makes her way down to the drinks counter to get herself a beer because she really doesn’t feel like watching another friend of hers kissing their partners while sober. She decides that if she has to stay for another hour of people making out with each other, it’s better if she’s intoxicated.

“Hey.”

(Y/N) turns her back, expecting to see a drunk friend of hers, but the sight of the same DJ from before greets her.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not asking you to change the music.”

“I know, I guess I started off wrong just now. Let me reintroduce myself. You deserve to know the real me.”

(Y/N) laughs, because this whole thing sounds like something out of a corny Netflix movie. He’s cute, sure, but she’s just not interested.

He removes the beanie he’s been wearing all night, revealing a blonde buzz cut underneath. (Y/N) tries not to stare.

Okay. Screw cute. He’s handsome. 

“Hi, I’m Nate. I’m from New York, and I just moved here.”

She smiles, finally, because he fits the exact image she has of every male teenager in New York. Blonde buzz cut, an unbuttoned blue shirt with a peak of his toned body underneath, and a pair of red shorts. 

A new kook.

“Nate, your kind and I don’t match. You’re a kook.”

He scrunches his face, “They’ve been telling me that shit since the first week I’ve been here-” he steps closer, and (Y/N) can smell his expensive cologne. It’s not the same one she favors on Rafe, but it’s close. “-don’t tell me you believe that stuff.”

Oh.

She grins, “I’m not rich, Nate.”

“So?”

Oh.

“The name’s (Y/N),” she smiles, extending her hand. Nate beams, because finally, after a whole night of watching her from his booth, she finally expresses the most beautiful smile there is. 

“(Y/N), I feel like we’re going to get closer soon.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“I’m not a Drake’s fan either.”

. . .

(Y/N)’s hesitant. 

She doesn’t believe him in one bit, not even when he flashes her the most charming smile ever. 

But he’s not afraid to show her off. She went on a date with him a few nights ago, and she distanced herself from him upon the entrance of the restaurant.

“What the fuck are you doing? C’mere.”

(Y/N) looked up to him, “You don’t have to stay near with me.”

Nate turned to her with a confused expression. “Why? I’m buying you dinner, remember?”

He held her hands in his, and she let him.

Nate pokes her side and suppresses a giggle when she yelps from the sudden touch. He fails, however, when she falls from his bed onto the floor. 

“You’re too ticklish,” he says and helps her up to her feet. Her eyes wander to the band posters on his wall again, being so amazed and surprised by this boy’s taste in music and movies.

“I don’t even listen to half of the bands you listen to,” she says finally, pulling herself down to the empty space beside him. “Do you know who’s Ariana Grande?”

Nate rolls his eyes, “Ha-ha. No. I don’t. Is she the one who sang Despacito or something?”

(Y/N) laughs and her heart suddenly soars. She feels at ease, and there’s lightness in the air, even when they’re in public.

(Y/N) stands up, taking the full room into view again, and walks to the shelf full of pictures of Nate and his family. There’s a picture of him in a soccer jersey, a picture of him playing the drums and then an electric guitar, and-

“Oh my god, is this your girlfriend?” (Y/N) exclaims, picking up a photo frame with a beautiful brunette girl smiling back at her. “She’s so pretty.”

“(Y/N), put it back,” Nate rolls his eyes, standing up from the comfort of his bed and walking towards her. (Y/N) laughs, liking the way his eyebrows scrunch in distress and hides the photo frame behind her.

“(Y/N). . . I’m not playing.”

“No one is playing, Nate,” she laughs, taking a few steps back as he motions forward. “I can’t believe you have a sweetheart back in NYC, Nate.”

“(Y/N), put it back.”

(Y/N) pulls a confused expression, “Put what back?” she brings the frame forward, and expressed a fake sigh. “Oh, this? I was just checking this out-” Nate charges for her and she squeals, running towards the end of his room and watching as he runs in her direction. She panics, looking around for a place to hide, and as her eyes meet his bed, Nate has the same idea in his head.

He pushes her over his bed so she topples over, the frame still in her hands. She yelps, leaving the frame alone and using both of her hands to push his chest away. 

Nate hovers over her, being so close he can smell her sweet scent now, and she looks so good under his yellow lights and in his bed and that goddamn smirk on her face-

“Is she your girlfriend, Nate?”

“None of your concern, princess,” he answers. Her eyes snap down to the cross dangling from his neck, and he can’t do this anymore; not when she looks so pretty under his gaze.

(Y/N) can feel the sudden change in the air now, and the chasing game they’ve been playing suddenly doesn’t look like a chasing game.

He’s like a predator waiting to attack. 

(Y/N)’s eyes look up to him again. “Is she your girlfriend?”

And he connects his lips with her. She gasps from the sudden touch, but after a few seconds, he can feel her kissing him back. 

And for once, she feels okay again. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him close to her and letting his warmth engulfing her.

She feels at peace.

“Rafe,” she whispers, letting the blonde boy trails down to her neck.

Nate pulls away, his lips sore and red after their brief makeout session.

Chest heaving, he steps away. “Rafe?”

(Y/N) sits up, groaning and fixing her hair. “God, I’m so stupid. I don’t mean that, Nate, I’m sorry. Please, don’t go.”

Nate pulls a disgusted face, and it’s the same look Rafe had put in the party a few weeks ago to her and she can feel herself losing again. 

“I’m going out. You can stay here if you want.”

“Nate-”

The door closes behind him, and (Y/N) groans. 

Way to go, (Y/N).

. . .

She hates how bad she feels for Nate.

He has been nothing but a total sweetheart to her, and there she was; moaning another guy’s name and letting him walked out of his own home.

So that’s the core reason as to why she’s standing outside of his house at 10 p.m. on a Friday, letting the heavy rain soaks her whole outfit because of course she would forget to bring an umbrella.

She knocks again, with her fists this time, because she’s certain he hadn’t heard her. For a moment, she’s afraid his father or mother would open the door but after remembering how they’re going to be away for a business trip, she sighs in relief. 

The door opens midway of her banging on the door, revealing a shirtless Nate with nothing but green sweatpants complimenting his legs.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” he groans, tugging her arms in and closing the door after her. (Y/N) attacks him in a tight hug, slightly shivering from the cold rain outside, and after a few seconds, Nate hugs her back.

“You’re okay?”

“Can we talk in your room?”

“Uh, I don’t-”

(Y/N) doesn’t let him give any excuse and she pulls him into the living room, but before she can reach the space, he pulls her to a halt.

“Hey, we can’t go there, I’m kinda, um, doing something. What’s wrong?”

She sighs, “Nate, I’m so sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it when I called you someone else’s name and that’s the stupidest thing I ever did but please don’t go, okay? You’re all I have.”

Nate laughs, “God, you’re really worried about that? I get it, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is, really. But tell me one thing, though-” he pulls her arms, and pins her against the wall. (Y/N) smiles, staring into his blue orbs. “Is this Rafe more handsome than me?”

“Hey man, we really can’t wait-” a voice starts from the direction of the living room, and before (Y/N) can move away, the voice rings again. “Ah. Of course.”

Oh my god.

She misses him too much. His hair is messier than ever, his eyes bloodshot and his nose red. (Y/N) wonders how many lines he did, but judging from the distant look in his eyes, she’s guessing a lot.

“Rafe,” she whispers, getting closer to the boy she missed and letting his smell engulf her. 

“Rafe?” Nate quirks a brow because this isn’t making any sense. Why would she called his friend the name-

Of course.

Rafael is Rafe.

So this is the guy.

His childhood friend is ‘the Rafe’ of the girl he’s starting to fall for.

After so many hours of trying to find the Rafe she accidentally called him, he hadn’t thought of his own childhood friend to be the guy all along.

Growing up, he have been told to call him Rafael up until the day he moved to New York. 

He can’t believe it.

“Rafe,” she calls again, this time following Rafe out to the living room. “Rafe, listen to me.”

“You moved on too fast.”

“I haven’t moved on, Rafe, fuck, I swear I haven’t,” she expresses. “Please. Listen to me.”

“You were mad at me for doing a line from some bitch’s back and you’re, you’re o-out here, under my own fucking friend’s arms and- did y’all fucked?”

“What?” she gasps, “God, Rafe, no. No. I will never fuck anyone other than you.”

“Yeah?” Rafe raises a brow and lets out a shrill laugh. “God, I don’t even know if I can trust you.”

“You can, Rafe,” she steps forward, trying to reach his face with her cold fingers. The anger she felt before suddenly dissipates into the thin air because god, she did not realize how much she has been missing this boy more than anything in the world.

Her everything.

Rafe flinches away, “Stop. Do you know how miserable I am the past few weeks without you?”

“Don’t turn this on me now, Rafe.” “And you’re out here with fucking Nate Hamilton. Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Rafe, it’s not like that,” Nate suddenly steps in, and (Y/N) gives him a warning look not to say anything more. He ignores her, “Are we not going to talk about how you disregard her just because of her status on this fucking island?”

“God, always with your equality shit,” Rafe groans. “You guys deserve each other. I can’t believe you will ever do this to me, Nate.”

What hurt Rafe more isn’t the fact that she was all pinned under his arms, but it was because Nate knew about their relationship. Rafe had told him everything about her ever since they first started dating, and he hadn’t just lost her tonight.

He lost his childhood friend too.

“I’m leaving,” he says, rubbing his nose and sniffing. Rafe isn’t sure how many lines he has done, but his mind is getting lighter and lighter and the lights are turning blurry. 

He can’t stand being in the same room as them. He will fucking drive if he has to.

(Y/N) bites her lips, trying to stop herself from bursting into tears. So they know each other? Why won’t Rafe ever tell her about him? Is this still her fault? She wasn’t even cheating on him. They’re not together.

Right?

Are they together?

“Hey, you’re okay?”

(Y/N) pulls her hands away, stepping away from the blonde boy and walking towards the exit. She has to leave this house as soon as possible. The once comforting bright color of the wall seems so dull and suffocating now, and she longs for the familiar blue paint of Rafe’s room.

She wants Rafe. 

No one else.

Just him.

“Just me?” Rafe smiled. “Hey, hey, I got a surprise for you.”

“Rafe, I hate surprises,” (Y/N) groaned, throwing her head back against the headrest. “You bought me a dress before!”

“Look-” he smiled, showing her a gold ring in a small velvet box. “It’s a ring.”

“Oh my god, it looks like yours!” (Y/N) exclaimed, clutching his hand with the ring and comparing the color. 

“Of course it’s the same ring. You’re my wife, I’m not going to buy you a different kind.”

“Wife?”

“What? Am I not your husband?”

(Y/N) wishes for nothing but Rafe. 

She presses on his contact again, turning her phone downside and moving the speaker nearer to her lips.

“Rafe, please call me back. I miss you, and we can fix this, okay? I didn’t know about Nate and I was so, so stupid. I can never replace you, Rafe. You’re mine, remember? Please. Call me back. I miss you.”

She sighs, setting her phone down on her lap and watches as the rain patters down her front windscreen heavily.

Love is a hell of a drug.

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