#my siblings and i used to have sleepovers in the family room every summer and when we got too big to fit on the couch together i got sad

[eufezco]

THE MUSE

Benedict needs to practice female form. Naked female form. And who better to help him than his lifelong friend?

Benedict x fem!reader (smut with plot, friends to lovers) + no use of y/n. english isn't my first language (!)

Benedict didn't know how to ask you.

You had been friends for a long time, your families were practically one. Always so united, your mamas took walks every afternoon, gossiping about the ton and your fathers had been friends since childhood. You and Benedict were bound to meet.

You and he grew up together. You were friends with his siblings, you had held sleepovers with his sisters and won cricket matches against his brothers. Lady Violet Bridgerton loved you like a daughter and your mother loved Benedict like a son.

But your friendship with him had always been special.

When you were twelve, you ran away together to camp on the riverbank, just because Benedict wanted to draw the moon reflecting in the water at night. The following year, despite the scolding you received for your river adventure, you and Benedict sneaked onto private land just to pluck a few petals from the summer sunflowers to get him the perfect shade of yellow.

You and Benedict were very close. Of course, there had always been rumors about what kind of relationship you two had and that Lady Whistledown had only added more fuel to the fire writing about you two in her pamphlets. You and him never cared about that, and neither your families but it was true that you two have had to face some uncomfortable conversations with them about it.

That's why Benedict didn't know how to ask you. You had a lot of trust in each other, you had always supported his artistic vocation but perhaps this was too much.

—Oh, thank God you've come. I am in need of a model —. It was the first thing Benedict said to you when you entered his studio. The maid closed the door behind you, leaving you alone with him. Thank goodness the Bridgertons' service was very discreet, if anyone found out that you and him were alone in a room it would cause quite a scandal.

—Good evening to you too, Benedict.

—My apologies. Good evening —. He leaned to kiss your cheek.— I need a model —. He let you know one more time.

—How have you been? Very stressed from what I can tell —. You tried to have a normal conversation with him before you paid attention to what he required.

—Indeed.

You sighed. —Well, what is it? I thought we were going for a walk.

He nodded. —We can go outside later. But I need to get this done by tomorrow and I feel like I'm losing my mind.

—And...?

—I need practice female form.

You slowly nodded. You were aware that Benedict had been recently attending this art academy, you were happy that he was finally able to pursue his passion and you couldn't deny that within the characteristic desperation of the artists, he looked very attractive. Benedict's hair was a mess, his white shirt was half-open, his sleeves were rolled up. He would never have allowed himself be seen in society like that and you were grateful because otherwise he would have all the girls after him.

—And you want me to...?

—Pose for me.

You weren't quite sure how to do it but it seemed easy and fun. All the times he had drawn you, he had done it when you were distracted, reading, having tea with his sisters... The pencil moved effortlessly across the paper when he saw you laughing with Daphne or playing with the cards that Colin had brought back from his trip to Spain. He was already too embarrassed to admit each time he drew you and Anthony teased him by saying that if he didn't propose to you, he would show you his drawings, and Benedict's heart skipped a beat because he knew that his older brother was not known for being a joker.

Benedict still didn't know how he was going to ask you, maybe it was better to just let it out.

—And what shall I do? Just stand here? Like this? —You laughed and made a dramatic pose like the ones you saw in the paintings in the gallery you visited together.

—I need you to ...

Benedict swallowed nervously. He looked down at your dress and then directly into your eyes. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to finish. You also looked at your dress to see if there was something wrong with it.

—Benedict I don't think I understand what you are trying to say—

—I need to practice naked female form.

Benedict immediately noticed your horrified face. He wanted to go back seconds ago when he hadn't even asked but if it wasn't you, who would it be? —I will not draw your face. No one will know it is you. It will be purely professional, I just need a few minutes.

You bit the inside of your cheeks and decided to trust him when he said that it would be for professional purposes only. The unfinished nude sketches that made your cheeks burn when you saw them as you entered his studio showed you that Benedict found no inspiration in the bodies of the academy models. After a nervous swallowing, you nodded and Benedict's face lit up. He hugged you but you didn't have time to hug him back because he quickly went to prepare the canvas.

—Is the door locked? —You asked him as you shed the little jacket that covered your shoulders along with your gloves. Benedict rushed off to lock it and before he returned to his position behind the canvas. You called his name and gulped, your hands failing in their attempts to unzip your own dress. —May I please get some help?

—Oh, yes, of course. My apologies.

Benedict stood behind you, his fingers brushing the skin on your back as he began to slowly unzip it until the dress slid down your body and fell at your feet. Benedict felt like he had to look away, as if in a few seconds you would not be completely exposed to his eyes. He offered you his hand to help you get up on a small pedestal that he had in his studio. Once you got rid of your underwear, you felt vulnerable but not as vulnerable as when Benedict ran his eyes over your body from his position and with the paintbrush already in his hand.

He let out all the air he had in his lungs, he couldn't take his eyes off you. Benedict could not deny that he had imagined it on many occasions, but reality far surpassed his imagination.

—What... What should I do, Benedict? —You hugged yourself.

—Put your arms down and stand like that. You look perfect, darling.

Your cheeks burned after that. You did as he said. His brow was slightly furrowed in concentration as his eyes went from the canvas to you and back to the canvas. Benedict asked you to turn around and he squeezed his eyes tightly after seeing your bare ass. Purely professional, this was purely professional, he had to remind himself.

Benedict grabbed a wooden chair and walked over to you. Your heart skipped a beat once he was so close to your naked body and he felt the exact same. He placed the chair next to you and invited you to sit on it. He nodded slowly when you did, focusing on the new position of your body. Benedict went back behind the canvas and made a few sketches.

He cleared his throat. —Would it be possible if you... Could you spread your legs?

Your cheeks grew hot and you squeezed your thighs together.

The knot you had in your stomach got tighter and you felt your chest rise and fall slowly thanks to your deep breathing. You straightened your back in the chair and you did as Benedict asked. You felt the air of the room caressing you in that warm and wet area and he held his breath, his chest puffing out as your legs slowly opened for him.

—You are beautiful, darling. Do not be ashamed —. Every new inch he discovered of your body made you look more perfect in his eyes. It was as nice to see you as it was to paint you.

Your cheeks grew even hotter but this time it wasn't just your cheeks, your whole body was in flames starting with the area between your legs that was so exposed to his eyes.

—Could we try another position?

You nodded, relieved, you were sure it was painfully obvious the way you had gotten wet and you just hoped he was busy enough to not notice.

He dropped the paintbrush and got up from the stool on which he was sitting. Benedict felt the knot in his stomach grow tighter with each step he took closer to your naked body. You moved in the chair out of nervousness. Benedict leaned slightly over you. —May I? —He asked before touching your leg. His voice made you shiver, he was so close, you felt his hand brush against the skin of your thigh. You nodded and looked up at him while he repositioned your leg. Benedict's eyes meet yours, so helpless, his lifelong friend, was that innocence in your eyes, or was that...?

Lust.

Your hand grabbed the back of Benedict's head and pressed his lips against yours. His eyes widened in surprise but immediately after, his hands went to cup your cheeks as he fell to his knees in front of you. You opened your legs so he could place himself between them and be closer to you. The shameless hands of your friend traveled down your neck until they reached your breasts. You moaned against his mouth once he gave them a gentle squeeze, the soft palm of his hand brushing against your nipples.

Benedict left a trail of soft kisses from your cheeks to your collarbones and your breasts. He took one in his mouth as his hand played with the other, his tongue moving in circles around your nipple and sucking on it at the same time. Your breathing quickened and your lips parted to let out soft moans when Benedict's teeth brushed your sensitive nipple.

He let go with a pop sound and watched you gasp for air. Benedict placed his hands on the inside of your thighs and caressed your skin there before he slowly pushed them to open even further. His hands prepared you for him, his eyes asked for your permission. You nodded and Benedict flashed you a smile, that was all he needed. He peppered your thighs with kisses, taking small bites and kissing your sore skin afterwards. Your breathing deepened as his mouth got closer to where you needed him the most. He was so close he could smell you and oh Lord, his dick got hard as a rock at that moment.

You took a sharp breath when he licked from your entrance to your clit and savored your juices in his mouth. The image was completely sinful, his blue eyes were locked on you while his lips sucked on your bundle of nerves, his hands forced your legs to stay open for him. Your head was thrown back, your mouth was open in a perfect "O" form, your fingers digging into his scalp. Once he noticed the desperation in the way your hips rolled against his mouth, two of his fingers entered you easily. You stifled a loud moan, throwing a hand over your mouth.

Benedict hummed, sending vibrations to your clit.

—Talk to me. How does this feel? —He required.

—So good. It feels... —You bit down your lower lip, his fingers sank deeper. —It feels like heaven.

He was satisfied with your answer.

Benedict fucked you with his fingers until you had to grab his wrist to get him to stop, it was too much. Your legs closed around his head but his lips were still attached to your clit and he didn't stop until he heard how your moans turned into whines and cries, not until he noticed how your back arched off the chair and your chest rose and fell uncontrolled thanks to your panting. Benedict didn't stop, not until he felt how your pussy was clenching so hard that almost pushed his fingers out of you and he heard you moan his name one last time as your grip on his hair tightened.

He gave you all the time you needed to catch your breath, kissing your legs and intertwining his fingers with yours while you came down from your high. Benedict's blue eyes were locked on you making every effort to later recall every single part of you.

—How are you feeling, darling? —Benedict stood on his feet and held your hands so that you would stand up as well. Before you could answer his question, you both realized how your legs were shaking and laughed. At the same time, you felt Benedict's grip on your hands grow stronger to keep you from falling.

Benedict leaned in and kissed your lips in the sweetest possible way. The tickling sensation in your body that you felt when you were naked in front of him had turned into a different kind of tickling, now focused on your stomach. It was so familiar, you had felt it so many times when you looked at him but now, with his lips on yours and his hands treating you with so much affection and care, it was different.

You could confirm that it was not only lust but also love.

You hummed against his lips. —Wait, did you finish your drawing?

Benedict shook his head. —But, please, do not worry about that. I will help you get dressed —. You frowned confused and he gave a quick kiss to your lips so, as he had told you, you would not worry. —I can finish later. There's no way I'm forgetting your body, my dear.

[8bitbobby]

Co-op with Coop

On April 1st, I had a visit with the benefactor of my longest friendship Mark Cooper or “Coop” as I called him back in the day. It was April Fools, but this is not a prank and the only fool was me for not snapping a picture to mark the occasion.  Coop and I met sometime around 1979 on the neighborhood streets of what was then called Lakeview Heights.  Growing up in the late 70s and early 80s was one of those amazing times that, looking back on it, I feel so fortunate to have been a part of.  Our upbringing in those days has become solidified in modern pop culture by way of memes, pictures and stories from those who survived that time.  Depictions of kids jumping their BMX bikes over a rickety, hand-made ramp while 6 or 7 hapless friends lay prone beside the warped, plywood slope-- like decommissioned school busses in an Evil Knievel motorcycle stunt-- resonate with our generation on a deep level.  How about the memories of what water tasted like coming out of a garden hose and the reminder to let the water run for a good 30 seconds on a hot day or else you got a mouthful of 90 degree plastic hose-flavored H2O? Mark lived one street over from me in those days and the shenanigans we found ourselves in never ended. We honestly didn’t stop from sun up to sun down (except for the occasional dinner bell or call of nature).  All the kids in the neighborhood had each other’s phone numbers memorized back then there were no smartphone contact pages.  The prefix was all the same and Mark’s # and mine were only 14 numbers apart. His number ended in 5-7-1-1 and mine in 5-7-2-5 and it wasn’t uncommon in those days to know your best friend’s number better than your own. From street hockey matches with anyone that walked by and wanted to join mid-game, to playing tag and kick-the-can in each other’s yards, knocking the pickets out of our fences when we used them as make-shift soccer nets, to pranking unsuspecting families with nicky nicky nine doors and running onto the road and mooning oncoming cars -- there was never a lack of crazy things for a bunch of 6-10 year olds to do back in those days.  We would ride our bikes everywhere we could and usually that was to the local corner store, Grant’s Market, or a little further down the road to the laundromat or video store.  Westside Video Classics was THE place to rent all the latest movies and games back in the day.  

If it wasn’t movies or wrestling, Coop and I bonded over hockey cards (playing scramble,  knock-downs and closeys), making comedy tapes on our cassette recorders (we thought we were a regular Bob & Doug McKenzie duo) and later on playing video games.  At my house I introduced him to the two full-sized arcade machines my dad had bought from a co-worker and put in our rumpus room as he liked to call it:  Super Soccer and Wild Cycle and then later games like Raid on Isram and Cosmic Cruncher on the Commodore Vic-20.  

At his house we played endless rounds of Ring King and Super Mario Bros. 2 on his NES as well as countless hours of board games like Crokinole, Rummoli and Crossbows & Catapults. We had the definitive 80s childhood: trick-or-treating together in our shared neighborhood for years at Halloween time, sleepovers almost every other weekend, birthday parties and endless summer nights of hi-jinx.  We shared in common younger siblings that tried to do everything we did at that time and rivalries with our respective kin that gave us even more to relate to.  Sometime in the early 80s, Coop tattooed the drywall on his bedroom wall, in permanent marker no less, with the inscription:  Best Friend Bobby since 1980.  An homage to a friendship that, at that time, was a few years on but looking back now has been a friendship that has endured nearly 45 years.   To take a page out of his playbook, I mocked my 7up sign to display the following:

I am getting away from my story. All of this to say that Mark came by to meet the family and check out my game room, but became quickly overwhelmed with it all.  He was audibly giggling from the moment I greeted him at the front door to the moment we made our way down to the ‘Arcade’ and then back up to the kitchen to sit and catch up.  His energy was infectious and I knew that we would likely not be doing a lot of gaming on this visit but rather getting reacquainted and spinning shared experiences from those good old neighborhood days.  

Fast forward a week and we got together again and this time we ended up spending a good hour re-living some of those nostalgic times down @ 8bit Bobby’s.  Coop’s one pre-visit request was that he wanted to play some Raid on Isram.  To make this possible, I had to hunt through various backups to find my rom files for the Vic-20 and then figure out how to interface it with my current Hyperspin setup on my M.A.M.E. Arcade machine.  After some tweaking I managed to get it setup and somewhat playable.  The game itself is nothing earth shattering and is essentially a watered-down clone of the popular game Scramble, but, to a couple of 40 somethings reliving the times when they were likely in the 10 and under category, it was pretty neat to play again.  The object of the game is literally survival. You shoot a laser cannon and drop bombs on enemy ground-to-air missiles and fuel refineries. It starts out scrolling left to right in a pretty wide open playfield but as the game wears on the air-to-ground missiles begin taking off and you begin to enter narrow tunnels with what can only be described as flying spiders coming at you.  You can shoot off the stalactites that make the caves a tight squeeze but if you are too busy contending with them you are sure to get hit by the unpredictable and weird trajectory of these squiggle-like arachnid creatures.  Raid on Isram is a “one and done” game meaning you have one life to get as far as you can and then that’s it.  No extra lives, no continues, nothing. THIS was the epitome of gaming back in the days before infinite lives, cheat codes and save states were a thing.  

From here we moved on to some co-op games starting with Golden Axe.  We got swiftly through the first two stages cracking heads and laying the boots to the little magic-stealing gnomes that appear between checkpoints only to have the game freeze without warning.  I have played through several of these games and never had this happen before. It was a definite headscratcher but we were undeterred.  We continued our co-operative game play with the Midway classic, Rampage.  Just like back in the old days when we used to stomp around the neighborhood, we joined forces to destroy buildings, smash tanks and defeat digitized army men as George and Ralph the giant, Kong-like Ape and Wolfman respectively.  We played through 19 “days” or cities and after each one we wondered how long the game went on for.  After a quick Wikipedia search it would appear that the game has 128 days that, when completed, repeat 5 more times. It was good to know that this was a game we were not likely to finish in one sitting. Maybe a future stream event or something?  Pictured below are our two protagonists: Coop & Bobby and in true fashion I am showing my age and lack of tech savviness by being unsure as to where I am supposed to be looking at the camera. I suppose a goofy picture is better than no picture at all.

This game room of mine and friends like Coop remind me how much of a role nostalgia plays in my life.  The way certain sights or sounds can just transport a person back in time.  I know we are not the same kids who hid in the willow trees on the neighbor’s property, cut through a field and hopped a fence into each others’ backyards with the ease and agility of an Olympic vaulter, and had water balloon fights while eating home-made popsicles to beat the summer heat, but for the hour or so that we connected tonight, we were transported back to a much simpler time. I leave you with the meme pasted below (which came up in conversation during his visit and I think really hits in the gut). Even though we can’t go back to that moment and give it the recognition and closure it deserved we can at least reminisce about what it was like just hanging out and teaming up against whatever was out there.  Co-op with Coop 4 EVA.  

[positivityfortoday]

☀ PositivityForToday’s 10K Celebration ☀

There are SO many things worth living for and reasons to smile and be happy! With the help of my lovely followers/friends, I have compiled a list of 1,000 things that make people happy, for my 10,000 amazing followers! Hopefully, this list is able to help you, make you feel better, or give you a reason to smile today! 

☀ 1,000 Happy Things ☀

Seeing cows while driving

Moss on really old fallen trees 

Seeing a lil baby you don't know in public, and they smile at you!!!

Parents doing their kids hair or just people doing someone they care about’s hair

Really ragged old and well-loved stuffed animals 

When the dandelions start blooming

Spring blossom

Daffodils

Bluebells

Sharks

When you're sitting outside your house or something and people passing by wave and say hi

That feeling in the summer when you have your window open and you're listening to your favorite music

When someone does a hobby just because they enjoy it even if they aren't the best at it

Comfort shows and books

People speaking their native languages

When my brother gets something to eat and always gets me something he knows I like

When I finish a crossword 

When I see something that reminds me of someone I care about

Paintings

My best friend (I love her so much shhhh don't tell her)

My dog! I love him 

My little sisters! Adorable, creative, and very witty. I love them

Music! I get the happy shaky feelings and just,,, y e a h/listening to songs

Singing! Especially for band practice!

Sunlight beams in the morning

The moon

Eagles

That feeling when you’re with friends and you’re all laughing so loudly, and you just feel complete

Talking to my favorite people/talking to my best friend

Sunrises and sunsets

Seeing the stars

Cats

Butterflies/Moths

Snails

Warm sunshine

Purple gel pens

Hugs

My children

Sunny days

Beautiful views

Spending time with my family and friends

Playing badminton

Cycling

Playing with little kids

Playing with dogs

Whales

Animals doing daft things 

Talks and walks with my son 

Morning breakfast and coffee 

A good spicy lunch

Laying in my bed at night and just checking on current affairs and news

My boyfriend

My friends 

Art

Owls

Minecraft

Voice acting

Petting my dog

Smelling Flowers 

Feeling a cold thing when I’m warm or a warm thing when I’m cold 

Giving and getting kisses

Random texts from friends

Coffee flavored chocolate 

Singing

Moths with big white wings

Underdone scrambled eggs

A rainy night

Bubbles

That first warm day of spring

Going on hikes

Being outdoors

Candy

Chocolate 

The smell of playdoh 

Taking photos

Getting new clothing 

Candles

Birdwatching

Going on picnics

Writing poetry

Reading books

The holidays

Making people smile/laugh

Coffee

A nice warm blanket

Eating ice cream

Snow globes

Lightning bugs

Flowers after the snow melts

The smell of rain

Sitting on the steps early in the morning

Being the first to wake up

The feeling I get after running

The comfort of a favorite shirt

My girlfriend 

Family

Random acts of kindness

Babies

When I play with my dog by pretending to run at her and she goes crazy with excitement 

My cat 

Rain

Baking

Piano (playing or listening)

Small flowers

Flowy skirts/dresses

Wholesome romances

Hearing a song for the first time and loving it immediately 

Playing my flute

Horses

Listening to vinyls on a record player

When someone remembers a little detail about you

Painting my nails

Doing yoga

Doing exercise

Beating a personal record

Rainbows

Making crafts

Taking a shower after a long day

Going to the zoo

Going on vacation

Being at the beach or near water

Watching Netflix

Going to the movie theatre

Watching a live play at a theatre

Learning something new

Teaching someone how to do something 

Toasting marshmallows and eating S’mores 

Cupcakes

Seeing a shooting star

Taking a nap

When someone compliments me

Decorating my room

Picnics

My favorite band

My favorite celebrities

My favorite actors

Setting a new goal

Collecting rocks

Putting on fresh clean sheets

Seeing Christmas lights

Listening to birds chirping

Giraffes

Camping

Sitting by a bonfire

Eating mashed potatoes

Bullet journaling

Driving in the car with the windows down

Dancing

Looking at pretty pictures

Concerts

Funny jokes/puns/memes

Fireworks

Sparklers

Pretty clouds

My favorite shoes

Getting new art supplies

Making photo edits

Making gifts for my friends and family

Getting gifts from people 

Balloons

Succulents 

Playing an instrument

Drinking a nice cup of tea

Iced tea on a summer day

Eating fresh fruit

Getting my hair braided 

Eating at a restaurant 

Being on a boat

Swimming

Making new friends

Finding an animal in nature 

Pumpkins and pumpkin patches

Carving pumpkins 

Autumn and all the beautiful colors

Acting for theatre

Making video edits

Wearing a costume for Halloween

Dressing fancy

Finding four leaf clovers

Pressing flowers

Scrap booking

Handwritten letters

Stickers

Hummingbirds

Elephants

Eating breakfast 

Gardens

Inspirational quotes

Wearing my favorite necklace 

Baby animals 

Little streams and ponds

Foxes

Sun shining through trees

When it’s foggy out and you can see dew drops on plants and spider webs

Being on a swing

Finally accomplishing a goal you’ve been working on 

When a new season of your favorite show comes out

Doing my makeup

Cleaning and organizing 

Daydreaming 

Taking a bath

Christmas 

Watching funny videos

Wearing sweaters and hoodies

Fuzzy socks

Helping people 

Little figurines and objects

Popcorn 

Brownies

Looking out the window 

Wolves

Opening a window for fresh air

The smell of coffee 

Watching YouTube videos 

Getting a haircut 

Seeing a deer in the woods 

Watching birds fly

Finding shapes and objects in the clouds 

The smell of fresh laundry

When someone tells me something reminded them of me

Stepping on crunchy leaves

Animal crossing

My switch

Softball/baseball

Basketball

Soccer

Seeing cool cars/old cars

Rollerblading

Drawing with chalk on a sidewalk

Going to bed early

Stargazing

Making progress

Checking things off my to-do list

Taking Polaroid pictures

Going for walks

Jogging

Going to the library

Starting a new book

Finishing a good book

Playing board games

Koalas

Slippers

Big trees

Sunlight coming through the windows

Waking up on Christmas morning

Getting book, song, movie, etc. recommendations from my friends

Making music playlists

Finally receiving packages I ordered in the mail 

Baking desserts

When my favorite song comes on

When people make playlists for each other

Finding new characters to ship

Having free time

Sticky notes

Sunbathing

Traveling

Peace and quietness

Alone time

Meeting my step/exercise goal for the day

The people who love me

Soup

Coloring books

Getting into bed after a long day

Pillows

Fandoms

How unique and different everyone is

Getting a lot of work done

Looking forward to my future dream job

Playing video games

Being on Tumblr

Taking time for myself

Practicing self-care

Face masks

Finding money you forgot about

Holding hands

The smell of apple pie

Starting a new tv show

Getting letters in the mail

When the seasons change

Summer

Mugs and teacups

Smoothies

Breakfast food

Disney

Going into the woods/forest

Trying new creative outlets

The smell of sunscreen

Eating the food you’ve been craving

Knowing and feeling that people care

Telling a good story

Laughing so hard can’t stop and your stomach hurts

Late summer nights

Late night drives

Sparkles

Glitter

Listening to people I love talk about their favorite things and what they’re passionate about

Listening to podcasts

Turning up the volume of my music

Putting my headphones in

Blasting my favorite songs through my speaker

People accepting and supporting others for who they truly are

Wearing something cozy

Soft light

Love

Warm weather

A well-rested night

Waking up in the morning and feeling refreshed

Knowing that every day is a fresh start

Well written characters

A book I can get lost in

Sloths

My parents

My siblings

My grandparents

The feeling of sand beneath your feet

Heated blankets

Bagels

Toast

Getting something for free

Samples

Constellations 

Mason jars

Practicing a new skill

Finding a new hobby

Lazy weekends

Mac n cheese

French fries

Having deep conversations with my best friend

New jeans

Going to IKEA

Skirts 

Dresses

Doodling

When other people are happy (especially people I know and love)

Marching band

Sleeping in

Having the day off

Getting new books

Playing guitar

Playing ukulele 

Random compliments

A change of scenery

Cuddling

Waking before the sun is up

Reading old letters

Zebras

Exploring

Building Lego sets

Using photoshop to make edits

Journaling

Walking along the seafront and breathing in time with the waves

A good rom-com or nostalgic show

Writing lists

Pinterest boards

Looking back at my accomplishments

Talking on the phone with a friend or family member

Wrapping presents

A blue sky

Loving someone 

Waterfalls

Washi tape

Penguins

Donuts

The color yellow

Sleepovers

Cooking dinner

Kind gestures

Trust

Inside jokes

Songs that make you feel nostalgic

Seeing other people’s art

Comfy clothes

Wearing pajamas

Calligraphy

When someone calls you by your nickname

Going to Target

The first sunburn of the summer

Ramen noodles

Chinese food

Thrift shopping

Flower fields

Flowers growing in random places, like through a crack in the sidewalk

Writing

Sparkly snowflakes

When it snows on Christmas

Mixing paint colors together

Perfectly shaven legs

Puddles

The color red

Thunderstorms 

The smell of flowers

The ocean 

Adult sized onesies

Driving a golf cart

Fairytales

Cartoons

The color blue

Pasta

AO3

Crickets chirping

Seeing everyone’s houses decorated for the holidays, especially Christmas

Other people sharing what makes them happy

Monkeys

Being understood

When someone texts to make sure I got home safely

Iced coffee

Becoming better at communicating with others

Seeing a friend for the first time in a while

Good morning and good night texts

Drinking a cold glass of water

Deep conversations in the middle of the night

Collecting sea shells

Building blanket forts

Tan lines

Being under lots of blankets

Making better health and money choices

Getting chills from a song even after hearing it countless times 

Liking how I look

Hot chocolate

Finding new music

Buying cute things

Wearing an outfit I really like

When someone tells you how glad they are to be your friend

Gardening

Watching raindrops race down a window 

Trying new food

Finding exactly what I was looking for 

Planning my future

Finding a song that perfectly fits my mood or describes how I’m feeling

Writing little notes to people

When someone tells me I did something good

Eating ice cream on a hot day

Making friends with animals

Going to football games

Seeing people genuinely interested in something

Snow days

The last day of school

Winter break

Spring break

Thanksgiving

New Year’s Eve

Turtles

Sitting outside on a cool summer day

Watching rain

Watching the ocean waves come in

Netflix binges

A new movie release I really want to watch

Driving with a window down for the first time in the spring 

Taking a cruise

Giving helpful advice

Getting helpful advice

Doing a favor for someone who needs it

Someone referencing one of my fandoms or something I love out of no where

Learning and knowing stuff

Doing something physically challenging or scary

Listening to my bedroom fan while I fall asleep

Coming up with a new creative idea 

Finding something I wanted at the store on sale for a good deal

Finishing all my assignments on time or even early

Hugging my dog

Taking my dog for a walk

Teaching my dog a new trick

When strangers stop to say hi to my dog

Listening to audiobooks

The weekend

Finding a new flavor of chapstick

Drinking Kool-Aid, it makes me feel so nostalgic

Watching nature shows on a weekend morning

Watching cartoon shows on a Sunday morning

A good TV show, most likely something I've watched before because that way I know it ends well

A good, delicious comfort meal on a Friday night by myself 

A café in the city centre at noon when it's not filled with the morning rush or afternoon coffee breakers

The stars from my childhood bedroom because they're the brightest here

Listening to my favorite playlist really loud on a long road trip and singing to myself loudly in my car

Having an entire day to myself without interruptions from anyone

Opening the curtains first thing in the morning 

A new jacket

Going to the cinema on a first release day because it's always super exciting and full of people anxious to see a movie they've been waiting for forever

Listening to live music

Riding roller coasters

Going to amusement parks

Lizards

Seahorses

Starfish

Eating fair food

Feeling an instrument vibrate when you’re playing it

Hearing my dog snore

When my dog dreams in his sleep 

Wearing a new piece of clothing for the first time

Feeling the sun on you

Eyes in the sunlight

Seeing city lights

Singing in the shower at the top of my lungs

Looking at someone and them knowing exactly what they’re going to say

Laughing till you cry

Being under a blanket

Going to craft stores

Watching boats

The idea of traveling the world

When my dogs let me lay my head on them

Listening to an old song and having it bring back memories

Candy corn

Crazy socks

Quotes

Fall and the leaves changing color and the crisp feeling in the air

Making snowmen

Making gingerbread houses for Christmas

Making videos with family

Burning a candle

Booping a dog’s nose

Getting letters/notes from people; writing them

Snow globes

Dr. Pepper

Doc martens

Fortune cookies

Potatoes

Easter

Finishing something

Skipping rocks

Warm rain

When someone opens up to you

Finding the right words to say exactly what you wanted

Animal footprints

Eating outside

Fairy lights

The smell of a hotel

Windows

Meeting a new dog

Dolphins

Getting magazines in the mail

Being in the woods as the sun starts to rise and the animals wake up

Warm days

Adirondack chairs

A warm breeze

Clothes and blankets hanging outside to dry

Feeding birds

Aquariums

The color green

Tie dying things

Going to art museums

Going to science museums

New albums from my favorite artists 

Seeing moss in nature

Finding cute little mushrooms 

When a dog wags its tail a bunch and is excited to see me

Playing fetch with my dog

Obsessing over something and having someone to talk about it with

Going on a walk with my best friend and talking about life

Looking at old pictures and reminiscing on good memories

Reading a book that's so good your brain wants to read faster than it can

Laughing with friends about the weirdest things

Being appreciated for doing small things you wouldn't even have thought about yourself because it's something you *just do*

Being creative

Watching animals

A story I can't put down

Stretching

The moment when you listen to a new song/album by your favourite artist

When you're at a concert and anticipating the moment before the band comes out

When at a concert and they play your favourite song live

The moment when someone compliments your outfit 

When you see someone wearing merch of something you like 

Seeing the sunrise/sunset 

Watching the sun rise out of the water or sink down into it as it’s setting

This ecstatic feeling in general when you're just living in the moment with people who love something as much as you do

Hugging my cat and smelling his fur

Listening to my music by myself and singing to it 

Making edits I’m really proud of 

Losing hours in a good book or fanfiction

Writing sentences that I actually like 

My siblings and my parents when they're being chill and funny

Watching my favorite tv shows and movies and yelling about them into the void 

Finding a new good song 

Fresh out of the shower + fresh clean sheets feeling when you go to bed

When I come downstairs in the morning and my dog greets me right at the bottom step with her lil’ tail wagging

Knowing that if I ever needed someone to chat with, someone would be there to lend an ear

Tigers

Lions

When you shuffle your music and the exact song you want to hear plays

When all my family is around the outdoor fire on a summer’s evening

When my nieces and nephews give me squishy kid hugs

Being home alone and being able to cook or bake in the kitchen without disruption

Driving around with a friend in the evenings and just belting our favorite songs

Seaside walks

Disney World

Seeing live theatre

The sun shining on leaves and stone buildings

Dancing when I'm alone

Color-coordinating my outfit

Floating on my back in the sea

The smell of summer nights

The smell of winter mornings

Colorful things/environments

Bunnies

Walking along lakes/rivers/the sea

Spending time in nature

Taking care of my plants

Giving affection to my loved ones

Listening to other people's stories

Reading about people I've never met before or places I've never visited before (especially if they are now just a part of history)

Embroidering

Pandas

Swimming in a river or the sea

Stargazing (my favorite moments usually happen an hour before sunrise)

White-caged-bird

Feeling the breeze when I spin and my heartbeat when I dance for an hour at a time

All the wonderful smells of flowers and colours that nature has to offer

Sharing good laughter with someone

Feeling like I belong

Travelling and discovering new customs of different cultures

Hiking or foraging

That feeling when I'm approaching the end of a really good book and I let myself be engulfed by the fact that it's a unique experience, that I'll never experience as the first time again

Observing my local fauna

Petting and taking care of an animal (double the joy if it is friendly with strangers)

Drinking a good cup of honey tea

Finding a perfume that suits me

Eating something sweet

Enjoying a meal with others

Cat paws tapping on the floor

Dipping a biscuit into tea

Trying to catch leaves falling from the tree

Having sunlight hit your face when you’re napping

Objects that cast a rainbow when the sun shines through them

Seeing patterned shadows

Ambient mood lighting

Sleeping

Wearing jewelry 

Cheese

Playing chess

Fresh air

Going somewhere new

My Mom’s cooking

Being inspired

When someone holding your hand rubs their thumb lovingly in circles

Picking strawberries

Otters

Painting the walls of my room

Wind chimes

Seeing that your favorite people are active online

Finally understanding something you were struggling with

The excitement you get when someone reblogs your writing or art

Getting a new notebook or journal

Appreciation

Validation

When someone tells you they love you and mean it

The smell of freshly baked bread

When my dog falls asleep on me

Making new online friends

Found family

Finishing cleaning my room

When someone lays their head on your shoulder

Doing something right on the first try

Finally sitting down after standing for a long time

Getting goosebumps from hearing or seeing something you love

Seeing a gorgeous view

Loving someone and them loving you back

Freshly baked gooey cookies

When a song comes on and everyone starts singing

When I’m out for a run and it’s hot and it starts raining. Nothing makes me feel more like a human than getting caught in the rain on a run

Swimming in the ocean

When people are talking about something they really love and get carried away trying to explain it all to you

Puppies

Being in the middle of nowhere and actually getting to see the whole sky of stars that you never get to see in a city

Finding people that love the same things you do

 When something silly reminds you of someone you love; like every time I see an orange and green gummy worm I think of my sister

When you’re hugging someone and they squeeze you a little bit before they let go

Weather where you can leave all the windows open in your house

Trampolines

Driving with no destination in mind

Falling asleep to the sound of rain

Hearing other people laugh

Laughing only because you hear someone else laugh and it's just so contagious

The first snowfall of the year

Disney movies

Listening to someone tell stories and they have like 15 side stories in between the main one

Romantic movies

Bubble baths

Smiling between kisses

Wearing sweatpants

A clean house

Pizza

My computer

Cheesy pickup lines

When people tell me they miss me

Cool spring mornings after a storm

My job

Butterflies

New shoes

Oversized shoes

Caramel apples

Volunteering

Meditating

Running my blog

Finding sea glass at the beach

Getting my nails done 

Planning vacation

Hot cider

Telling people I love them

Writing in my gratitude journal

Eating homegrown vegetables, fruit, and herbs

Remembering a good dream I had

Happy endings

Colored pens

Decorating for the holidays

Finishing a really good tv show

Leopards

Summer rain

Thunderstorms where I can just open my window to the full extent and just watch and listen

Calls with my best friend

Seeing a meme and sending it to my friends

Getting an email from AO3

That moment when you get an idea for creating something

Walking barefoot on the grass

Sending thank you notes

Writing events I’m looking forward to on my calendar

Dippin' Dots

Spicy food

Seeing a full moon

Eating cookie dough

Eating seasonal food

Bubble wrap

Going to the car wash and getting rainbow soap

Dark chocolate

Soft blankets

Weighted blankets

Soft drinks with crushed ice

When I get an unexpected phone call from someone I love

Wearing flip flops

Longer daylight hours

Having a BBQ

Frosting cookies

Making cupcakes in the microwave

Watching the Hallmark channel during the holidays

Taking selfies or photos with people I love

Putting on lotion

The smell of a baby’s head

The Office

Online shopping

The smell of freshly cut grass

Surprising my family or friends

Looking at the clock when it’s 11:11

Being productive

Quilts

Doing good on an exam

Someone doing a favor for me (especially when I didn’t ask)

Eating pancakes with syrup

Origami

Sprinkles

Confetti

Waving at people

Giving high fives

Complicated Handshakes between you and your best friend

Naps/feeling well-rested

Eating one of my favorite foods

Hearing good news from/about a friend or family member

Looking at nature (these days it's seeing squirrels in my neighbour's garden and looking at my plants and trees)

When make someone happy or feel like I made a difference (including a satisfied client)

Success (good grades, a gifset that does well)

Hugs from my mom

Learning new things

Chatting with my friends because they’re all amazing people

Group watches of my favorite tv show or movie

That feeling when the house has just been cleaned/when I’m freshly showered

Making jokes/laughing with people

Reading fluffy fanfics

Driving on the road to a destination far away, I love the trip as much as (if not more than) arriving at the actual place

Reading affirmations

Green tea

Getting breakfast or lunch from a nice restaurant 

Learning about topics that won’t benefit me; like Chinese history, geography, ancient flora and fauna, etc. just things that I find cool 

The jokes my girlfriend makes, especially when they’re the same ones she always makes

Stories from the past! Stories from history from people who actually lived through it

Stories in general, just hearing the life experiences of people in completely different positions from me. I love hearing people’s stories

Drawing intricate things, like old buildings, landscapes, and plants

Cooking a nice meal

Grocery shopping and farmers markets especially 

My cat! All of her weird little habits too, like how she stands in front of my feet so I’ll push her where she wants to go 

Botanical gardens

State parks

Museums

Art galleries

Listening to stories my grandparents tell

When people tell me about their life goals and dreams

Being surrounded by the people I love 

Living the best life I can

Partying hard the night away

Daydreaming

Sunflowers always make me smile

Warm tea

Big fluffy clouds in a blue sky

Friendly babies

Hearing a past favorite song

Singing karaoke 

Biking riding

Helping others

Chocolate milk

Sweets and fruits

Having fun doing things I love

Dragons

Video games

My favorite things

Writing

Affection

Exercising

Being on Tumblr

Pinterest

Looking at flowers and plants

Playing with my cats

Chatting with my friends (at the moment it’s through zoom, of course)

Finding new ways to decorate my room

Window shopping

Spending time with my boyfriend

Wearing my favorite outfit/accessory

Eating something delicious

The cool side of my pillow 

Tears of joy

Woodpeckers

Reading poems

Hugging trees

Tree houses

Airstreams/campers

Playing frisbee

Making sculptures

Puppy ears

The first day of spring

The first day of summer

Sending silly photos to my friends

Building sand castles

Winning prizes at the fair or arcade

Marbles

Cacti

Scrolling through my phone

Writing fanfiction

Seeing someone you haven't seen for a really long time

Putting together collages

Printing out photos I love

DIY projects

Sewing 

Crocheting 

Listening to steel drums

Haunted houses

Going through a corn maze

Picking fresh fruit or vegetables

Bubble tea

Starbucks

Dunkin donuts

Disneyland

Disney Princesses

Climbing trees

Finishing errands

Rewatching my favorite episodes

Scrunchies

Milkshakes

Ice cream blizzards

Listening to acoustic versions of songs

Hot tubs

Rubber ducks

Coconut flavored food

Dipping fries in ice cream

Discovering a new type of animal

Seeing hot air balloons

Frogs/toads

Splashing in puddles 

Having plants inside my house

Teddy bears

Iridescent/holographic things

Bird houses

Breakfast in bed

Crystals/gemstones

Ziplining 

Dew drops

Glow sticks

Flower crowns (especially handmade ones)

Spring rain 

Watching other people make art

Lighthouses

Finding heart shaped things in nature

Thinking of getting my own apartment

Coming up with a new recipe for food

Cookbook recipes passed down through families

Bookshelves

Making pretty yogurt bowls

Seaside houses

Flying on planes and being in/above the clouds

Flower bouquets

Looking at and learning about the planets

Fruit snacks

Palm trees

Weeping willow trees

Cherry blossoms

Eating cake

Decorating cakes with eccentric icing designs and colors

Whipped cream

Having snowball fights

Hearing Christmas music

Tattoos

Wearing rings

Green grass

A tidy organized desk with cute desk supplies

My craft room

Hammocks

Little cottages

Cotton candy (and cotton candy flavored things)

Looking at all the paint pallet colors in paint stores

Stamps

Taking silly photos in photobooths

Going to the mall

Making jam, especially strawberry jam

Reading outside

Finding a bird nest and watching eggs hatch

Looking at photos of my family and friends 

Finding old flora and art books

Eating fresh corn on the cob with butter on a summer day

Lily Pads

Icicles

Inner peace

Sitting under a tree

Not having to turn on the light in your room when the sun is shining through

When restaurants have patios you can dine at

Fishing on a pier

Seeing old couples in public

Making gifs

Trees swaying in the wind

Anime

Dying Easter eggs

Laying in the trunk of a car and watching the clouds or stars

Night lights

Flower shops 

Outer space

Kitchens

PB&J sandwiches

Toasted Cheese

LoFi music

Listening to/watching ambience videos

Turtle necks

Peaches

Looking at old maps

Figurines of the earth/globe

Honey and bees

Cheesecake

Seeing footprints in sand and watching them be washed away by waves

Anything related to the moon, stars, and sun

Reading my horoscope (even if I know it’s not real)

Archways decorated with hanging flowers

Yogurt

Pudding

Knowing that I’m not alone

Ancient roman sculptures

Macarons

When someone tells me they care about me

Weddings

Watercolour

Birthday parties 

My brother

My sister

When my dog leaves his bed to lay in the sunlight

Doing mini photoshoots with my friends

Hand making bracelets/necklaces (friendship bracelets)

When someone calls me darling or honey

Love letters

Game night

Skateboarding

Stress balls and squishy toys

Starting something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time

Playing cards

Doing puzzles

Word searches

Kittens

Ordering takeout

Stepping out into the fresh air

Creating vision boards

Getting a massage

Writing positive affirmations

Lunch dates

Standup comedy

Listening to classical music

Nature/animal documentaries

Having someone there to listen to me

Listening to someone when they need it

Accepting myself for who I am

Looking back and seeing how far I’ve come and all the progress I've made

Doing something my future self will be thankful for

Speaking up for myself

Being near loved ones

Finding time for my hobbies

Giving myself time to rest

Saturday mornings

Marrying the one I love

Discovering new things

Going to new cities

My idols

Pastries

Feeling the wind on my face on a car ride

The sensation of music in my ears and like nothing else matters

People who have my best interest in mind

Simplicity

Fulfilling my dreams

Discovering a new ice cream flavor

Knitting

Making myself a priority

Knowing that I am important, and I matter

Thank you all so much for following me and supporting my blog! It means a TON! I never expected for this blog to become popular, especially because I originally started it to help myself get through some mental health issues. I am so happy to be able to share my journey of healing with you all! It means the world to me to help or make a positive impact on even just one person’s life! Each and every single one of you is amazing!! You matter and you are SO important! Thanks again for your everything! Have a great day!!! Sending sunshine your way!! 

[bowieandqueen11]

Luke Crain Headcanons

Request: Hi🥺I’m usually not to good about making request but I’m trying to breakout of my shell on that cause you are an amazing writer and I love everything you write!! But can I request a Luke Crain headcanon where you guys grew up together but distanced while he was in rehab but you came back together after what happened with Nellie! Thank you so much you’re an angel🥺💛 

Thank you SO much @cathrinexxxv​ I LOVE LUKE CRAIN! Also I’m so ready to binge watch all of Bly Manor tomorrow!! <3

You and Luke first met when you were very young. As in, really really little. To this day, you’re still constantly teasing him and making him blush smile about his huge magnifying pair of glasses and his obsession with bowler hats.

You and your family used to live in the small village which was a fifteen minute walk away from the looming heights of Hill House, so when a rumour started spreading down the houses that a new family full of children were moving in for the summer, you, naturally, were intrigued.

One night, when you had heard from your mother that the new family had moved in, you sneaked out your back garden on a warm afternoon before dinner, cutting through the dark and dingy forest until you reached the outskirts of the property. Seeing a boy around your own age sitting on his own on the burnt grass, you waved to Luke from behind the branch of a nearby, crooked oak tree. He was startled, to say the least, but as he watched you hide slightly behind the bark, he was surprised to find he wasn’t scared in the slightest.

He felt as if he almost knew you already. As if this was always meant to happen, that you were meant to find each other here.

Nudging his glasses back up the bridge of the nose, he shyly waved back. Once he finally realised that you weren’t going to budge from your hiding place, nervous from the stories your neighbours had told you about this house, he decided to pick up his crayons in one fist and his paper in the other, before he sets off half stumbling, half stomping along the uneven ground towards you.

When he finally reaches the trunk, he stops and looks at you kind of funnily, tilting his head slightly before he decides the right reaction was to smile at you.

‘My name is Luke Crain. Do you want to play with me? All my siblings ignore me and they don’t want to draw with me.’

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon huddled under the shaking leaves, sitting on the roots of the tree, Luke tracing out a picture and you giggling as you tried to bump his hand out of the way to colour it in.

From then on, the two of you were inseparable. Nellie loved you of course, and saw you as her honorary best friend as well, as did the rest of the siblings (even though Shirley would never admit it, and Theo was too stubborn to), which meant constant sleepovers at Hill House.

Hugh would always chuckle and shake his head when he peeked into Luke and Nellie’s room, seeing Nell asleep on a red bean bag with a half open bag of sweets lying deserted by her feet, and you and Luke sprawled out on the mat by the iron railings of his bed, snoring. 

You were also the only one he allowed up into his treehouse. Although, sometimes he was too embarrassed to let you, or his siblings, in, because he had stuck pictures up on the wall of the drawings he had tried to do of you.

Growing up with Luke also meant having to calm him down after he starts seeing the tall, floating ghost. Sometimes you would try to climb up the ivy outside of his bedroom window, only to topple into the house headfirst when you start to hear Luke’s high pitched screaming coming from under his bed. Although Olivia would come running in, she would always end up comforting sobbing Nellie, as Luke would only grab onto you, the two of you sitting on the edge of his bed as you remind him the rule.

‘Breathe in and out Luke, that’s it. In and out, seven times - that’s what keeps you safe.’

‘Eight’, he would say with a trembling breath. ‘Eight times. You’re my family too.’

The two of you were gutted when Luke had to move away, but your parents could already see how close the two of you were, and so decided that a move away and a new school for you, perhaps, wasn’t the worst idea. Especially, they decided, since you had been there that night as well.

Although the two of you were close for the whole of your childhood, it takes Luke until he’s eighteen years old to realise just how long he’s really been in love with you. It takes some nudging on from Nellie, pointing out how you would run up to his locker during breaks between classes and just fill him in on how your day was going - each break, no matter how long it had been, without fail. Luke was the only person you wanted to talk to, and from the look of pure delight on Luke’s face as he leans against his locker door and gives his full, undivided attention to you, you’re the only person he wants to listen to.

Or how, Nellie would continue, you would come round to their house for dinner, and although Aunt Janet tried to separate the two of you by sitting you opposite each other, you would just spend the whole dinner ignoring whatever Theo was talking about and giving each other funny looks as you kicked each other in the shin.

Or, when the two of you got a bit older, and you would sneak out of your dorm to visit him in the middle of the night, throwing little rocks at his window until his curtains would rustle and the window latch would be thrown open, his grinning face peering down at you. Despite having spent the whole weekend together, reading to each other in the town’s local library, or just lying shoulder to shoulder watching movies, the two of you would sit out in his garden, on the dewy grass, constantly craving each other’s company. You made him blush one night, when you suddenly grabbed his hand and intertwined his growing fingers over your smaller ones, pointing up at the moon, and the glowing stars, not realising the little side eye, euphoric look he would give you. 

That’s when he finally realised how immensely, and terrifyingly in love with you he was.

It scared him, to realise this, but deep down he knew it had always been you.

He has so many nightmares though. So many nights are spent with his head lying heavy in your lap, as you brush through his golden hair, trying to shush him and calm him down, or rocking him as he cries into your shoulder because of the nightmares he has about his mother, or about Abigail.

As the two of you start to escape your teenage years, and the wishful chasing after each other that came with it, your relationship becomes slightly more strained when he starts using. You choose to move in with Nellie for a while, once he finally goes to rehab. When she gets married, and you're forced to find somewhere new to live, you think you'll never hear from the Crains again - you get the odd visit from Nell, or Theo, but they're so busy enjoying the newly wed life, or studying for their degree that it's not enough - nothing fills the hole that comes from missing Luke. 

It hurts that he never comes to see you, but little did you know that he used to sit at his little beige desk every night, underneath the barred window, just staring up at the moon as he bit on the edge of his pen, a feeling of such wistfulness and loneliness and longing weighing down his chest.

He used to write you a letter, every day, just pouring out all the feelings he was too afraid to tell you, but he always crumples them up and throws them away, too scared to send them.

When Steve phones you up to tell you the news about Nellie’s passing, you told him to immediately come and pick you up.

You're terrified when you open the door and walk out into the bone chilling night to hug him, your heart thumping in your chest when he tells you about how Luke has left rehab again and is somewhere out on the streets, probably using. It breaks your heart, but you know you have to be the one to find him, to bring him back.

When you reach him, and see the man you've loved since you were a child wandering, shoeless and shivering along the freezing, cracked pavement, muttering to himself, you can’t help a tear slip out as you unbuckle your seatbelt and hop out of Steve’s rental.

Luke is so terrified, he doesnt recognise you for a second. It’s only a second, though, before his eyes widen and he pounces on you, wrapping you into him so familiarly, his frame looming large above you but yet feels so fragile in your grasp as he buries his head into the side of your neck and starts crying.

‘I’m so, so cold, Y/n, and my arms are s-s-so stiff, and I’m s-so sorry, I’m so sorry-’

You can’t bear to tell him the news, so you just hold the nape of his neck and pull him tight against your chest, hating the way his whole body shakes in your hold.

On the day of Nell’s funeral, he doesn't leave your side once - it’s as if the two of you had never been separated at all. As everyone files in through the main door, ignoring the sour face on Shirley as they wander into the reception area, you and Luke just sit knee to knee on the couch opposite the entryway.

‘I tried to write to you,’ he starts, as he fumbles a cigarette from out of his breast pocket and tucks it away behind his ear, trying to busy himself with anything so he doesn’t have to meet your confused eyes, and so you don’t have to see the guilt ridden in his. ‘I want you to know that. Nellie kept on telling me off, but i just didn't know how to say what i needed to say to you.’

‘Luke, its okay, i understand how difficult it was for you-’

‘No-no, Y/n, no more excuses! You mean so much to me and i- i cant... i can't lose anyone else. Just-’

He's so gentle when he finally reaches over and kisses you, trying to shake off his fear and just show you what he meant instead. His suit rumples against your chest as he smooshes himself against you, cupping your cheeks softly with his large hands as he tilts you to the side to meet him in a needy, a desperate, a long anticipated kiss. 

He doesn’t pull away - he can't - until you finally break for air, and only then does he finally concede and places his forehead against yours with a soft thud, just closing his eyes in both agony and bliss.

‘I’m sorry that took me so long to do.’

‘It was worth the wait. Although, I have to be honest, your timing has always been rubbish.’

He chuckles, his deep voice vibrating against your chest as he rests his head on your shoulder like a lost puppy, gazing up at you with those wide, lost eyes, and for the first time you can finally see the adoration and awe and just pure love that’s always been in them.

For the rest of the reception. before he tells you of his plans to go back and burn Hill House to the ground, is spent with the two of you escaping from his siblings by stepping outside and sitting on Shirley’s porch. Your arms stay linked tightly together, as if afraid to let go again, and his coat is wrapped around both of your shoulders as he rests against you, just content to be surrounded by your presence.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

Just Friends-Harry Potter

a/n: this takes place in an au where james and lily survived, remus and sirius are happily married with a kid (yes i love wolfstar okay), Lupin was always the DADA professor, and the biggest issue is falling in love with your best friend. Hufflepuff reader. this was 100% inspired by a tik tok I saw. enjoy. 

masterlist | prompt list

warnings: sort of angsty

word count: 2,558

You had been best friends with Harry for as long as you could remember. You two were only less than a month apart, but Harry never failed to remind you he was *technically* older. Your dads, Sirius and Remus, had stayed friends with James and Lily Potter following graduation from Hogwarts and after the war had ended, the two couples raised their kids side by side. You and Harry had learned how to play Quidditch together, got into trouble together, and had so many sleepovers, it’s almost like you were siblings. You both received your Hogwarts letter together, went wand shopping together, and as you began your journey on Platform 9¾, you weren’t so frightened knowing you had your best friend next to you. On the train, you met Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and you knew in that moment, you and Harry had met two more to join the friendship. You watched as Hermione got sorted in Gryffindor, and you smiled briefly at your Dad as you sat on the stool, ready for the hat to tell you that you’d be following your dad’s legacy into the house of bravery. So when the Sorting Hat announced you as a Hufflepuff, the shock on both Harry’s face along with your Dad’s was evident. The house clad in yellow cheered for you as you took a seat at their table. You watched with disappointment as both Harry and Ron got sorted into Gryffindor. However, your fears of being left behind were forgotten, when the trio joined you for breakfast the following morning. When you asked why Harry would rather sit with you than his new housemates, he simply shrugged and said “I like you better anyways”. 

And so it was. You and Harry went through life at Hogwarts together, different houses and all. You were still there to cheer each other on for every Quidditch match, even when you were both playing against each other. You went to Hogsmeade with each other, and spent every Christmas together, even as your celebrations grew larger to include the Longbottom, Weasley, and Granger family. As you went into your fourth year, however, you began to realize that you looks at Harry lingered a little longer, you got butterflies every time he smiled at you, and you always longed to be near him. You thought you had been good at hiding your feelings, but all it took was the Portkey trip to the Quidditch World Cup before Cedric Diggory, captain of your Quidditch team, was on to you. Hermione and Ginny weren’t that far behind him either. But you knew that Harry had a thing for Cho Chang, and even if he didn’t, you had grown up together. All he would ever see you as was just a friend, just a sister. As the Yule Ball neared closer, you were left without a date, secretly holding out hope Harry would ask you. But, alas, he didn’t, and you were stuck going dateless. As the night progressed, you busied yourself dancing with your Hufflepuff friends, ignoring the group of Gryffindors. Eventually though, you pulled yourself away from your friends to grab a drink. As you made your way over to the refreshments, you were met by Harry. You smiled at him, noting how handsome he looked in his dress robes. “You look gorgeous (Y/N).” He said, taking your hand. 

You tried to swallow your butterflies as you choked out a “Thanks. You look good too.” He let go of your hand and you tried to be disappointed at the sudden lack of warmth. “Where’s your date?” You asked, looking around the Great Hall for her. He shrugged. 

“No clue. Yours?”

You sighed and turned back to the refreshments. “Didn’t get asked. It’s okay though. I’m having a lot of fun with my friends.” 

“Well, uhm, in that case, could I possibly.. steal you for a dance?” Your eyes widened as you realized what he was asking. You nodded, not trying to seem too eager. Cedric gave you a thumbs up from across the room, and you rolled your eyes. Harry led you out on to the dance floor, and as you danced, you became surprised at how good he was at dancing. As the dance came to an end, you didn’t want to let go. Just as you were about to open your mouth to thank him for the dance, he blurted out “Ron dared me to ask you to dance.” You pulled away, shock seeping through your system. 

“W-what?”

“Ron dared me to ask you to dance. He seems to think... and... we’re just- just friends.” He said, and you had to blink back tears. 

“Right. Just friends.” You said thickly. “Uhm, thanks for the dance. I’m going to call it a night, I think.” You said, turning away from the boy, trying so hard to hide how hurt you were. It was only once you were safely back in your Common Room, that you let the tears fall free. 

-

The next few months passed by in a blur, with the Tournament and Cedric’s win. You and Harry were still friends following the dance, and you both seemed to silently agree to never speak of what had happened that night. But as time continued, you could feel the strain on your friendship. You had fallen in love with your best friend without even realizing it. So, when you began your 5th year, you spoke to Hermione quietly in an abandoned hallway one night on Prefect rounds. “I don’t think Harry and I can be friends anymore.” You said softly. You had been having this thought all summer, because every time you looked at Harry, your heart clenched in pain, and you knew it was all your fault, because you had been stupid enough to fall in love with your best friend. But really, who could blame you? When you looked at him, it was like nothing else mattered. Hermione looked at you curiously. But this was the first time you had spoken those words out loud, and they hurt. 

“He’s your best friend.” 

“Yes, and I went and fell in love with him. ‘Mione, every time I look at him, all I see is what can’t be, because all he will ever see me as is a friend, as his sister. And I can’t- I can’t keep hurting like this.” Hermione stayed silent for a few moments, clearly thinking over her response. 

“Have you considered telling him?” She asked softly. 

“It would ruin everything.” You said flatly. 

“If this what you think will be best for you, then I support that. Ron and I will miss having you around though.”

“You know this doesn’t mean we can’t be friends anymore, right?”

“I know, but if you aren’t friends with Harry anymore, then.. we’ll just see a lot less of you, that’s all.” You took her words in, thinking about how you were going to miss all the late night chess games with Ron, the studying sessions with Hermione, the pranks with the twins, the trips to Hogsmeade with Dean and Seamus, and the time spent in the greenhouse with Neville. The rest of your rounds were quiet, as you knew tomorrow would change everything. 

-

And slowly, things did change. You distanced yourself from the group of Gryffindors, focusing on your team (you had been chosen to replace Cedric as Captain; a success you had celebrated with Harry) and your Prefect duties, along with your studies. And suddenly, you and Harry didn’t talk anymore. When you went home for Christmas, your Dad’s were surprised at how... little you spoke to each other. Remus had been noticing how you began to spend less and less time with Harry and friends over the term but didn’t know what to do or say. On your last night home, you sat in the living room staring into the fire as Remus read a book and Sirius set up a game of Wizarding Chess. “Dad?” You asked softly. Sirius hummed in response, acknowledging your question.  “How did you know when you found the one?” 

He looked up at you. “When I looked at your Dad, it was like nothing else mattered. I knew he would see me through everything, good and bad, life or death, and I knew I’d do the same for him. There was a war raging outside our walls, but even for just a few moments, all that mattered that he was okay, and that he was there with me.” You nodded a few more minutes of silence passed. “Why are you asking kiddo?”

“I was stupid and went and fell in love with my best friend.” Well, might as well admit it to them. “And every time I look at him, all I see is what I can’t have, and everyone always tells me to just tell him, because he probably feels the same, but I’m such a coward-”. 

“Hey, you aren’t a coward. You are one of the bravest people I know, and I’m not just saying that cause you’re my kid.” Sirius said sharply. 

“It takes a lot of courage to be kind, and you’re the kindest person I’ve met.” Remus added softly. “But of course you are, because I raised you.” You laughed a little, a small smile reaching your face. 

“I can be kind and brave and a million other things, and it doesn’t change the fact that he still sees me as his sister.” 

“Maybe, maybe not. But you’ll never know if you aren’t honest with him.” Sirius said. 

“If I’m honest with him, I could lose him forever.” 

“You already are.” Remus said. “(Y/N), I used to have all these thoughts about your Dad. About how I would never be good enough for him, how he’d never want me, how we’d be better off not being friends at all. And I almost lost him forever because of it.” You looked up at him. “(Y/N), if we’re speaking about who I think we’re speaking of, he’s a good kid, and even a better friend. He won’t look at you different for being honest with him, especially for a feeling I believe he reciprocates. But you’re gonna lose him forever, if you keep telling yourself it’s best if you stay away.” 

-

Your Dad’s words echoed in your head on the train ride back to school. As you sat in the Prefect compartment with Ron and Hermione, all you could think about was those words. As the compartment emptied as people took turns doing rounds, it left you with Ron and Hermione, and your fellow Hufflepuff Prefect, Ernie, who had long known about your crush on Harry. “I think I’m gonna tell him.” The compartment fell quiet all attention directed at you. You shifted uncomfortably under their shocked gazes. “Unless, you don’t think I should.” 

“Finally!” Hermione exclaimed. 

“Mione!″ You exclaimed and she laughed. 

“Well, it took you long enough.” Ron said. You stared at them dumbfounded and turned to look at Ernie. 

“Remember to invite me to the wedding when you become Mrs. Potter.” Ernie said, joining in the laughter. 

“You sure put a lot of faith in the fact that he’s going to feel the same way.” 

“If Harry doesn’t feel the same way, then I will personally make sure you get an A on your next Ancient Runes essay.” 

“I’m gonna hold you to that Granger.” You said , as laughter broke out through the compartment. Damn, did you hope they were right.

-

You had wanted to speak to Harry tonight, because if you didn’t soon, you felt as though you may throw up. However, he had disappeared after the meal and you trudged solemnly back to your Common Room after a failed attempt to find him in his Common Room. Suddenly, you were being yanked into an abandoned classroom, and you were pretty sure this was how you’d die. You let out a sigh of relief after realizing it was just Harry. Just Harry. A million thoughts and emotions flooded your body that you thought you would be sick. Harry, however, clearly had something he wanted to discuss. “Why haven’t you been speaking to me?” He asked, clearly upset. 

“I- I don’t-”

“Don’t lie to me. You’ve been avoiding me ever since we started school this year. What happened? Is- is it something I did?” The decision to tell him suddenly seemed to fly out the window and you found yourself lying through your teeth. 

“I’ve just been busy Harry.” He sighed in frustration. 

“You know, if you didn’t want to be friends with me anymore, you could’ve at least been honest with me.” You sighed and begin to walk towards the door. “We went from being best friends and now you can’t even look me in the eye. Some friend you are.” He called after you. You felt yourself tear up, and you turned back towards him. 

“You’re damn right I can’t look you in the eye anymore. Because when I look at you, all I see is everything I know I can’t have, everything that I know you’ll never feel.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You don’t get it, do you? I love you, more than just as a friend. I’m in love with you and you have no idea how hard it is to be in love with someone you’ll only ever be just friends with.” Harry just looked at you and so you kept talking because if the silence continued, you thought you’d cry harder. “So I distanced myself from you, because I thought it would make things hurt less, but this hurts more, because I miss you and I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you but I was so scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way, which clearly you don’t-”

“Hey, hey, hey, who said I didn’t feel the same way?” Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence. “Remember the Yule Ball? Ron dared me to dance with you because he thought that if I did, I’d admit how I felt. I’ve felt the same way for a long time. I just didn’t want to lose you.”

“I didn’t want to lose you either.” you said softly. He chuckled. 

“What a mess we’ve gotten ourselves into, it seems.” You both stood close together, Harry’s hand on your cheek, wiping away the last of your tears with his thumb. His other hand was on your waist. “Can I kiss you?” You nodded, connecting your lips to his. The kiss was better than you ever thought it would feel, as all those butterflies tripled and it seemed as though everything seemed to stop for those few moments. Harry pulled away after a few moments, careful not to push it. “I’d like to do that a lot more, if you’ll let me.” His forehead rested against yours as he rubbed small circles onto your waist. 

“I’d love to let you do that some more.” You said softly, gazing into his eyes. “I love you.” Something flickered across Harry’s face that you couldn’t quite place. 

“I love you too.” He said, softly, a smile gracing his features. You hugged him tightly, thankful to have your best friend back, but this time, as the person you loved. 

[msiopao]

Sera with the Members

a/n: mark is in this because dream is now a fixed unit and he’s part of the lineup!!!!!!

WATERMELON ADDICT

was the person who made Sera comfortable since he reminded her of home

always asks if canadian bacon is better than american bacon

‘i dONt kNoW, sERa! mEAT iS mEaT!’

she didnt actually cry on stage when he was leaving but she cried when it was just the two of them and he recorded for the last time

it was her idea for hyuck to buy him a big bottle of ketchup

CANNOT believe that mark was a churchboy and ends up acting up in music videos

the duality SCARES her

calls her finny since her name is serafina

sera has her own room but she has an extra bed so he sleeps in there when he spends the night

learned this watermelon shake to help mark’s hangover

english all the time

ever since they met, mark has always placed his elbow on her head due to her short height

sera learned this fried rice recipe from her mom and he goes over to their dorm for breakfast

‘mark bls dont touch anything. get out of the kitchen and go watch tv or something’

always brings up his messed up eggs

‘gordon spitting facts tho’

whenever he feels too overworked or too pressured, sera has always made it a point to come over to their dorm and have a movie night with just the 2 of them with his favorite snacks and drinks

LONJIN

omg these two

sera is typically not mean but when renjun starts, she becomes ruthless

always calling out his fake personality

‘everyone, don’t believe him! he’s 2 faced!’

‘what are you even saying! you act like you’re so quirky and giggly but you yeeted jisung into the wall last night!’

‘YAH!’

so yea, they fight a lot

but its very playful and they know where that line is drawn and not cross it

he talks to her about space and aliens and she listens to every word bc renjun sounds so confident and happy whenever he talks about that stuff

they’re actually 10 days apart but sera acts like she’s 10 years older than him

‘IS THAT HOW YOU TALK TO SOMEONE OLDER?!’

‘okay, granny’

always in awe whenever renjun draws and paints and she really likes seeing him in his element

unbeknowst to her, he actually draws her a lot

wants to frame all of his work 

they go out to the roof and stargaze

he steals her airpods just to watch her go crazy

once hid her phone in the fridge

lives for his vocals

cannot believe how much he’s grown from chewing gum era to now

her heart strings were tugged when he cried in dnyl

renjun always says that he wishes sera was born as his little sister bc they act like they’re siblings

EYESMILE PRINCE

hmm

so their is kinda complicated

sera’s closest to him than all the members bc 1, he was her first friend and 2, he has cats

before, when they still went to school, her and jeno always went together

yes, jaemin and jeno and her went together in the beginning

but jaemin was in the hospital and recovering so it just became them 2

also, she goes to visit his parents so she can see his cats

this results to his parents and older sister adoring her

‘bongsik, nal, and seol are my kids’ - lee sera, 00 line vlive

she always craves for attention and when it isnt given bc he’s too busy playing, she just walks into his room and sits on his lap while he plays

tries to get his attention by saying stuff but he teases her by acting like she aint there

‘fine, i’ll go to jaemin’

jeno wasnt supposed to be blonde for the comeback but they were just messing around and next thing they knew, jeno’s tips were bleach blonde

when shes on that,,,, time,,,,, hes the only one in the dorm she listens to

not even johnny, who’s practically her father

collabs with her mukbang show and jsmr

he mentions her like at least once whenever he has lives that she’s not in

steals his glasses all the time just to watch him wander around with this confused adorable face

hugs are so cute w these two and czennies see them hugging in videos and she can barely reach his shoulder 

forehead kisses and sweater paws for daysss

NANA

drop dead gorgeous boy

shes not safe from jaemin’s affections

*cue jeno glaring at him for stealing her*

we all know how much he loves the members and whenever sera breathes, he busts his uwus

takes so many pictures of her

sera buys him lots of lip balms and carmex but he always forgets to put them on

sera hates peaches but she buys him peach flavored sweets whenever she sees them

‘NANA!!’

sera is also an attention whore so she always runs to him and wraps her arms around him and he squeals by how cute she is

bought him an expensive camera for his birthday

has a polaroid picture of him in her clear phone case

actually, her phone background is an old picture of predebut sera, jeno, and jaemin

one of the rare moments where she cried was when she found out that jaemin wouldnt be in a few comebacks bc he was sick

kept visiting him and jaemin cannot repay her enough

the dorm is full of ryan and winnie plushies from the sofa, a tiny winnie plush on the corner of the island counter, and their bedrooms

sera is the one who always throws away the his satanic drink even though it’s still full

‘yah, you need to think about your health and if it your body is tired, dont fight it by trying to drink these to keep your energy’

sleepovers with them are often and sometimes found sleeping on the spare bed in her room

FULL SUN

our big babie

oh boi when he got hurt

sera called him twice a day, one in the morning and one at night, just to check if it’s still hurting and making sure he’s resting

forever remembers when he dressed up as a girl 

‘you see, i’m not the only girl member. dongsuk is just on hiatus right now’

his name on her phone is ‘man-child’

when he went on tour with 127, she really missed him

like she missed him so much that she kept posting on instagram for him to hurry back home

still mad that he moved dorms to be with the older members

when sera got sick, she made him sing ‘no longer’ to her like a lullaby

when he asks sera to do something for him, usually she says no because he asks her to do ridiculous things but his aegyo always convinces her

thinks his color amblyopia is so fascinating and adds more into the unique traits he has

another attention giver and she loves hugging him because he gives really warm hugs

one time, jeno and sera had a fight and it got so bad that hyuck had to be called and he was the only one who got to talk some sense in sera to talk to jeno

but the legendary markhyuck summer fight was resolved because sera yelled at them and cried since they are best friends and they shouldnt be like that to each other

they made up since ‘wow sera cried’ and ‘the members are ready to beat us up if we continue this’

and by members, like all members, including the older ones

sera knows how much being the moodmaker title burdens him so she tries to ease that burden by talking to him just the two of them

DOLPHIN CHILD

look how adorable he is UWU

he is 1/2 of sera’s sons

like she’s whipped for him and jisung and he knows it too

‘noona~’

‘yes, i will give you the world, the stars, and the moon’

thinks his laugh is endearing and is sad that it isnt that high-pitched anymore since his voice got a little deeper

cannot believe how much he’s grown too

when he speaks in chinese, sera thinks its the cutest thing 

‘can we give his scalp some rest? its not healthy for the boy’

trust fund babies

you know how chenle has 3 airpods?

sera went through 4 phones since she keeps losing or breaking it

dont ask how bc shes as clumsy as namjoon

had this phase where he wouldn’t stop back-hugging his noona and she just left it alone

always buys him snacks and cooks him a lot of food bc she thinks he’s too skinny and wants him to be healthy and gain some fat on those cheeks again

on their break, she went to china with jisung and her lock screen is a picture of her and chenle holding his nephew

triggered her baby fever

czennies ship them but he makes it clear she’s the older sister he’s never had

nct dream took a vacation to her hometown and she bought them basketball tickets so chenle could see his idol

his mom practically adopted her since she goes over to his apartment all the time whenever the others are getting too much for her

she misses him so much its not even funny

JISUNG PWARK

our maknae is growing up :(

sera had the whole family sit and watch the first episode of dancing high

so proud of her boy

she called him during the show and it was shown and heard about her telling him to take care of himself and to not be too hard on his body and that she’s waiting for him at home

as the youngest member overall, sera babies him the most

he obvs takes advantage of it and she used to cuddle him to sleep when he was younger bc he had a hard time sleeping

again, cooks for him a lot since he’s a growing boy and making sure he takes vitamins and drinks water and limit sugary things

she calls his mom to give him updates about her son

remember his phone that he used until it actually died?

sera actually bought him a new one before that happened and just casually gave it to him

‘i know this was going to happen so i just took care of it. i have to take care of you, jisung-ah’

hypes him up whenever he dances bc wow this boy is actually talented

doesnt really like skinship but he tolerates it when she holds his hands bc theyre so much bigger than hers

one day just woke up and she got so confused when jisung grew up

‘did you grow in your sleep?’

‘n-no?’

loves his awkward nature and she keeps saying how adorable he is and cute he is whenever he acts cool

god, she’s just so whipped for him

but tbh, who isn’t?

aaaahhhhhh i cannot believe our wish came true and they became a fixed unit and we really getting a comeback and an mv in the 29th!!!

[niuniente]

Anon who asked me 3 strangest (paranormal) thing ever happened to me

I’m sorry, I completely forgot that I made a promise to answer them when it’s not like 3am. But here you go now. Thanks for the ask back then, I guess it’s been 2 or 3 week already (sob, I’m sorry).

I’m actually going to tell 4 as a compensation. 

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Uninvited Sleepover Guest

This happened perhaps 7 years ago. I had a wide bed, wide enough for two people. I need lots of space as I toss and turn and spread like a starfish to every direction when I sleep.

I woke up and I noticed I was sleeping on my right side just at the edge of the bed. Very strange as I always sleep on my back, tangled with 8 pillows and 1-3 blankets. When I got my eyes open and realized my unnatural sleeping position, I felt how the mattress moved behind me. The same way as when someone gets up and leaves the bed.  A big person, a grown up.

“Good, now it left!” I thought myself and turned around to spread all over the bed, and I fell asleep happy that I could sleep freely again. Apparently I had slept at the edge of the bed some time already and felt sore.

It wasn’t until morning when I woke up and remembered this and went “...WAIT WHAT, WHO OR WHAT WAS SLEEPING IN MY BED WITH ME?!”

I still don’t know was it something to be called what or who, because in Finnish we have 1 gender pronoun “hän” but yet everyone is simply called “se”: it. I’m it, you are it, he is it, she is it, they are it, god is it, president is it, God is it.... 

I don’t know either why it was on my bed. This has never happened before or after that.

Countess of Brune

This happened when I was 19 or 20. It’s a long story so I tell a short version of it.

I had vision while sleeping (not a dream). I met my inner child, who told me that I had been countess Brüne in 17th century. So in 16-something-something. I also saw a short vision of that life time. 

After waking up, I had a feeling that Brüne was a German surname (so not a name of a place of a manor), and it’s written either with U or Ü. I had never heard that word before, so I wanted to research it. Back then I didn’t have good internet access. I could use my landlord’s computer and internet but only for a few minutes. I found only a short mentioning that Brune was a medieval German surname. 

Fast forward to year 2019. By that time I had visited Berlin many times and wanted to start German studies, as I had fallen in love with the language. I visited nearby second hand shop and there were - first time ever - books in German, meant for teenagers. I thought I will buy one as it’s only 1 euro. It will help me with upcoming German studies. 

I opened the book and saw the name of the previous owner:

Markus Brune. 

The first evidence ever that Brune is a German surname. I told about this in a post here  and also here . German followers told me that Brune and Brüne are indeed surnames in Germany. I did some research and found out:

- Brune/Brüne is a medieval surname which later rose to be a noble German family line. - Napoleon had an officer in his army called Brune (in 1804). He was a count.

So, Brune is a German noble family line that has counts and countesses in it.

Perhaps in some gallery or in old German manor there’s a painting of me or my husband count Brune there. I’m sure I could dig out more information if I had fluent understanding of German and money to travel freely around Germany for research.

The Shadow Creature

This happened more than 10 years ago. I woke up not feeling well and by the time I was walking to catch my bus to school I decided to skip this day. I went back home and back to bed. 

As I was laying on the bed I heard noise coming from the hallway. I listened it and suddenly I hear my door being opened. It’s 7am, dark winter morning. First I thought it might be my landlord but why would he come in? He has never even seen me. Then I thought it must be my mother! Perhaps she’s heading shopping to a big city and wants to see if I want to go along!

I turn on my back. My front door is behind a corner next to my bed. I see how a really tall shadow figure with no facial features sneaks in, half-crouching, behind the corner. I think it’s mom and I try to say that she can turn on the lights as I’m awake.

But I can’t speak.

The tall figure notices me. It’s skinny and it has got really long limbs.  It comes very slowly to my side and bends down, just in front of my face. It curiously looks at my face tilting its head (it has no face, it’s just a shadow). It’s just a few inches away from my face when I finally manage to make “HMMH”-sound. It spooks and disappears hastily, and I get my eyes open.

I’m laying on my bed like “....Okay, that definitely wasn’t mom.”

I have seen the same figure once after that. Both of my siblings have seen it, too, in different locations. It seems to be a “race” of its own. They are harmless, curious and very shy, running away as soon as someone spots them. I heard they are curious about people who have sunny, happy energy. 

I have seen one photo taken from an American man’s basement, which featured the creature. We saw the photo together with my sister and we just looked at one another and went “That’s it! That’s the Shadow Thing! I can’t believe someone has photographed it!”

Here’s the photo:

Out of Body Experience (OBE)

I had this when I was 19 or 20, in November. It’s very remarkable and long, close to near-death experiences people have. I will tell only a short version here.

I was laying on the floor on a mattress on my stomach. Suddenly I felt like someone would have been yanking my legs upward. I thought it’s not physically possible, knees can’t bend like that. On 3rd yank, I sprung out of my body.

I ended up in a place of nothing. Just darkness and not even darkness, because nothing existed there; not even the darkness. No direction, sound, temperature, weight.... Nothing. I heard later that this is the space between physical and death realm but I didn’t know where I was. 

“Oh fuck, I’m out of my body!” I said to myself. I could feel that my body is somewhere really far away, like on the other side of the globe. I had no idea how I can get back.

I had learned about angels as guardian spirits so I yelled them to help me. Two gigantic(!) angel men, one with blond hair and one with brown, came to me immediately. Brown haired guy took my left hand, blond my right. Suddenly I was out, in a summer scenery and I was watching myself from 3rd person perspective. I had 360 degree vision with no limitation, which I had never heard (I heard about it from NDE-person when I was 30. She had experienced the same. Until that I thought I had imagined it). 

I thought that I what if my hand slips? If it slips, will I be yanked somewhere horrible again? The blond angel heard my thoughts and said to me; “Don’t worry; I can carry you.”

Then we were back in the dark nothingness with him and he was holding me in his arms. He was so huge I fitted his upper arms and my hands didn’t reach even near around his neck. He was probably 5-6 meters/ 16.5 - 20f tall.  I was boggled that he was so kind and concerned of me. I managed to say my thanks and tell him that I’m really scared and would like to go back home.

“I’ll take you there,” he said.

I saw my body and my vision was spinning as I came back. I felt how I was placed gently within my body. I could see cupboards and the whole room, even when my eyes were closed. When I was placed back to my body, the angel said “Ok. Now you can start to gently wake up”.

My eyes shot open but my vision didn’t change, as I had already seen the room with eyes closed.

I was so afraid it would happen again I didn’t dare to go to sleep for hours. I later learned that the blond angel is my guardian angel.

[just-a-dreamer23]

Pool day in the muggle way!

Some people may think that Half bloods and muggleborns are not worthy to live in the wizarding world. Sadly, part of Nymphadora’s and Romina’s Tonks family members believed in the purity of blood, except their parents. Therefore, they were open to be around with muggleborns, half bloods and even purebloods like the Weasley. In fact, both of them were proud to be part of both the muggle and wizarding world. These sisters embraced who they were in a way that others would never dare to do so. 

The older sister, Nymphadora was an Auror and had graduated Hogwarts in the year 1991. As for Romina, she had recently graduated from the school (year 1993) which is why she was able to meet and befriend Harry and his friends. However, she had being the closest to Violet Granger who had entered Hogwarts in the year 1990. Even though, she was a couple of years younger than her they became quite close; if no one knew them they would think they were siblings. They would help one another and the golden trio when it came to studies sections.

It had been a year since Romina had graduated from Hogwarts, instead of becoming an auror like her sister she started preparing herself to be a magizoologist. Her boyfriend of six years, Charlie Weasley was a magizoologist himself and focused more on dragons which is exactly what she wanted to do; one of the reasons they fell in love...their love for dragons. He was already working with dragons in Romania which is why they hadn’t see each other in a long time. However, summer was coming around which meant that they would see each other. 

Violet and Hermione had invited Harry, the Tonks and the Weasleys to their muggle summer house in order to spend time together in non- magical environment. They used the excuse of wanting to see the Weasley reactions as they were surrounded by many muggle artifacts. The Tonks were used to muggle things because their father wanted them to learn and get used to it. Making their house be just like the muggles and not use that much magic unless it was necessary. Andromeda agreed to it because she wanted their daughters to have a balance between both worlds; but the Weasley had never had that type of experience. 

Given this reason, the four girls wanted them to have an excellent time and show them how much fun muggles could have; not as much fun as wizards and witches though. A week before it all took place, the girls met and decided to go on a shopping trip in which they were going to buy “the essential things” for their pool day. Hermione bought many snacks that they were going to need claiming that Ron would eat a lot  and not leave them much; secretly she was looking for things that he would like since she had a crush on him or so the other girls think.  Violet focus of beverages...specially sodas for both her and Romina were planning to prank George (Her boyfriend) and his twins along with Charles. Romina was focusing on the fun objects that could be used in the pool like balls, a rubber duck and floats in shapes of random fruits or animals; she got one of an unicorn to see their thoughts on it. 

After they had payed for the snacks, beverages and pool accessories it was Dora’s turn to get the group to buy the number one essential, swimsuits. The girls went to a humble store in which they sell swimsuits of every single style. Violet took Romi’s hand and ran to the bikini section in which they grabbed a couple of them to try on. Dora, on the other hand, was trying to convince Hermione to get something more daring as she was looking for a one piece swimsuit. She failed at that and then proceeded to look at the bikini section to select the one that she was interested in. 

Many hours later, violet, Romi and Dora were able to decide which bikini they wanted to get; Hermione had already payed hers and was waiting for them.  Violet chose a red bikini with white flowers on it, Romina got a high waist bikini the top part was yellow and the bottom was blue with flowers of different colors and Dora got a bikini similar to Romi’s but the top part was pink and the bottom had less flowers. After they finished shopping, they went back to the summer house to set things out and prepare it for their pool day that was going to be in the following week. In the remaining days, the girls would have sleepovers and would talk about many subjects. Overall, they seemed to have gotten closer and had a great time. 

The pool day had finally arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Granger came early that day in order to meet their daughters’ friends. They would arrived late at night during the previous week which is why they hadn’t officially met them. When they met Dora they were very curious about her hair which wasn’t surprising and asked her how was it possible to change the colors. Therefore, Dora tried to explain it in the most simple way and when they looked at her confused she said that it was a magical hair dye that would change colors. After that explanation, Hermione got close to her and said “That was a genius idea” to which Dora replied by winking at her. 

Then Mrs. Weasley asked me questions regarding to my dragon tattoos and how was it that they somehow sort of moved a little bit. I said that after I got them I made an enchantment that gave the impression that they were flying around the area they are at but they were not moving. She looked at me shocked and then looked at her husband who just shrugged at his wife. Violet says that her parents are a bit conservative but that they liked us. Afterwards, the girls went to their bedrooms and changed into their swimsuits to be ready for when the boys arrived; Romi put a bathrobe to hide her swimsuit and tattoos since Violet gave her the idea to give Charlie a little surprise. 

An hour later, the Weasleys arrived through the chimney one by one, Ron being the first one to do so. Before we could great him, Ginny arrived saying “Who’s ready to party? This girl” as she jokingly flipped her hair. Subsequently, George arrived and Violet ran up to where he was to hug him which startled him but then said “Hello there, love!” then peck her lips. The other girls giggled and then heard someone say “Well, things got cringe worthy right away”. Everyone turned to Fred and laughed after Dora hit his head jokingly. 

Then Bill came through the chimney and said “The hottest Weasley has made his entrance to bless everyone with his presence”. Before anyone could say anything a deep voice said “Please, not even you believe that brother”. Romi’s heart skipped a beat as she saw her boyfriend coming in and ran to where he was. He picked her up and kissed her which caused the rest of the group groan in a joking manner. After he pulled her down he said while chuckling “You lot are just jealous because you don’t have anybody to love except for Georgie”. 

Hermione kept looking at the chimney since there was two persons that hadn’t arrived just yet. Then Ron said “Harry ain’t coming...his uncle and aunt didn’t allow him to come”. Subsequently, Fred said “As for Percy he’s to busy kissing Barty Crouch and Cornelius arses” causing their friends to laugh. Violet smiled at her friends and introduce them to her parents which had already met them. However, this was the first time that she would be presenting George as her boyfriend. It was something that she was being scared about yet she decided to do it there and then to get it over with; George was nervous and even dropped the gift that he had gotten for their parents since his hands were sweaty. 

Meanwhile, Romina took Charlie by his hand and guided him to her bedroom without anybody realizing it. He followed her intrigued by her actions and looking around the house which was different from the one he had grown up in. As they got in the room, she gave Charlie a smirk then said “Is been too long since we last saw each other and there is something that might be to your liking”. He raised an eyebrow and then said “Carry on” then she proceeded to strip down from her bathrobe revealing her swimsuit and dragon tattoos. The man’s face got all flushed and he started stuttering random words as she modeled the clothes along with her tattoos in a seductive way. 

As she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck they heard a knock on the room’s door. Then a voice said “Are you too making babies or planning to adopt dragons? why is it taking too long...sexy time can be postpone for later”. Charles face couldn’t get redder at that time cause that was humanly impossible but his girlfriend smirked then said “Trust me, the sexy time is coming and the baby making might be put into practice although we will be careful not to make them just yet but you’re right...it has to be postpone so COMING”. At that moment Charlie said “Bloody hell woman, you are planning to kill me, aren’t you?”. Romi replied by winking at him and walking towards the door then said “Honey, you got to take care of your dragon before heading out it seems...rather bothered”. When she left, everyone heard Charlie yell “Bloody hell, you’ll pay for this Romi”. 

In the following hours the girls had shown the Weasleys all of the house and explained the muggle artifacts that were most curious to them. Then they proceeded to jump at the pool and were slightly confused at the floats. After an explanation of their function they were amused by them and Ginny said “I want the unicorn one. Doesn’t look like a real one but is close enough”. The girls decided to teach pool muggle games to the boys and Ginny. They got quite into it and everybody was rather competitive at the Marco Polo game which was hilarious for both Hermione and Violet. 

After being in the pool for nearly two hours, everyone started getting hungry and got out of the pool in order to eat. Mrs. Granger had prepared food for the group along with the beverages and snacks. Violet gave Romi a look and her friend nodded. Romi said “I will have a soda please” and Violet did the same; they actually made the twins and Charlie get some sodas as well. Before anyone could tell them how they were supposed to open the bottle Violet and Romi gave them instructions. “So, the first thing I have to do is shake it violently and then open it in order for the taste to be even better. Alright, everybody lets do it...three...two...one”. The boys along with Romi and Violet shook their drinks, however, only the boys opened it causing the drink to explode in their face. 

Everybody including Mr. and Mrs. Granger laughed and the girls began to run for their lives since the boys ran after them. Bill said “THAT WAS BLOODY BRILLIANT” as he wiped the tears that had escaped his eyes from all of their laughing. It wasn’t long after the guys caught the girls and started to tickle them until they were out of breath. Charlie looked at his two younger brothers and said “We better plan a revenge when we are in our world and the tables are turned”. The twins laughed and said “We are on it” then they all proceeded to head back and finish their food. 

After they all ate, Hermione took the group the “family room” which was one of the biggest room in their house and they all gathered there. Violet said “We know that you are into muggle stuff and we want to show you something that might blow your minds”. They all said “Wicked” and they proceeded to search for the movie “Practical Magic” to put it in the VCR and watch it with them. As they were doing so Romi asked Ron “Do you like pina coladas? or getting caught in the rain?”. Then before he could answer Violet asked him “Hey Ron, are you not into yoga or do you have half a brain”. Subsequently, Dora said “Hey Bill, do you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape?”. 

Before any of them could answer, Hermione turned to Ron and said ���Then I’m the love that you looked for , write to me and escape”. After looking at their very confused expressions the girls laughed like maniacs and made fun of them. Once they calmed down, the girls explained to them the fact that they were quoting a random muggle song. They all made a bunch of questions about it and they gladly answered them; they even put the song on for them to hear it. After doing so, they played the movie and once it was over they spoke about it. 

An hour later, Violet and George fell asleep in each others arm in the “family room”; they were actually pretending because they wanted to have some time for only the two of them (Pretending to be asleep just to intensely make out with your girl was a brilliant idea according to George). Ron, Ginny, Fred, Bill and Dora went back to the pool for a little bit more and Romina was planning on joining them. However, as she was heading to towards the pool area her hand was grabbed and she got pulled into her bedroom. Then Charlie whispered in her ear saying “I’m ready to practice baby making as you said before my dragon is quite bothered” as he finished his sentence he pressed himself in her back as she bit her bottom lip...the rest was history. 

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Violet was inspired by my friend @bl597

[gotemsayingw0w]

Kyoru Week Day 2

If Tohru Sohma was asked to describe her dream life, it would, undoubtedly, be the one she was currently living. The only thing she would ever wish for was that her mother would be here to see it. She was so blessed and she knew never to take anything for granted. Sure, they’d had some tougher times over the years, but everything culminated into the life she had now. She was grateful for those challenges, because they made her appreciate all of the wonderful pieces of life all that much better.

It wasn’t as if their family wasn’t normal. In fact, they were probably painfully normal. Tohru and her husband, Kyo, were rigid in routines and tried to instill the value of work and education in their three children. The five of them ate dinner together nightly. Kyo and Tohru went to every school event and extracurricular activity. On Saturdays, the kids had a ritual of waking mama and papa up early, crawling under the thick blankets on their bed and cuddling with one another even if the bed was too small to fit all five of them.

Tohru was certain she was an overbearing mother. She worried incessantly about their children. She tried not to make a big deal of small things, even when they terrified her. When Hajime, her oldest son, came home after school with a scrape on his knee, she initially panicked about the blood and potential for infection. But later that evening, when Hajime had confided in her that someone on the playground had pushed him, she nearly lost it. She nodded patiently, prompting Hajime to continue his story, all while vivid images of her as a child his age being bullied flashed through her mind. When Hajime concluded the story by telling Tohru that he had pushed the other kid in return, her panic shifted from Hajime being bullied to Hajime getting into fights at school, emulating the tumultuous school years of his father.

Kyo teased her for worrying too much, but he was just as worried as she was. It just so happened that all of his worries remained internal, torturing him from the inside, while her worries sent her talking at the speed of light, all through her tears.

She had been warned that her constant, overbearing worrying could backfire on her one day when her children grew older. She was fully aware, especially after reading book after book about child development when she was first pregnant with Hajime, that as her children neared middle school, she would probably embarrass them. Even so, now, she couldn’t help it. Hajime was nearing that age, but she couldn’t seem to curb those feelings. The intense need to smother him with love was overpowering. He was still her baby boy. She could hardly help it.

She tried, though. She did want him to be independent and have a fulfilling life. She encouraged sleepovers with friends and independence when it came to chores. She didn’t force him to talk about everything that was bothering him, she really tried.

And so, on this particular morning, she decided to roll with the independence for which Hajime had asked her. It was a school morning, which always seemed to be the most stressful part of everyone’s day. Kyo had to work early, which left her to prepare her two sons for the day. Hajime, who had just begun his fifth year in elementary school, was fairly independent. His younger brother, Seiji, who had only just begun his first year, was a mess. He walked out of his shared room this morning wearing his summer uniform, which sent both Hajime and Tohru into a fit of explaining why he couldn’t wear his summer uniform when it was still very much April. Then, of course, Seiji spilled his milk on his freshly changed uniform, which led him to put on his third outfit for the day.

When Tohru asked the boys if they had everything they needed for school, they both nodded. She trusted Hajime’s nod. He’d been attending school for the better part of six years now. He knew exactly what he needed in his school bag. On the other hand, she didn’t trust Seiji at all with that responsibility. Especially because she could plainly see his bento and his folder sitting on the counter where she had left them for him.

Finally, satisfied that everyone’s bags were packed and their bodies appropriately dressed, she announced “Just give me a minute to get your sister and my shoes and we can go.” She turned to do those exact things when Hajime called after her.

“Mom,” he said. “Can we please walk by ourselves this morning?”

It stopped her in her tracks. For one, she had walked them both to school since it had started last week. And she had walked Hajime to school in the years before that. Never, not once, did she consider stopping that trend, especially when they were still in elementary school. But here Hajime was, asking if he could simply walk with just his brother.

He knew the way to school of course. It was the same route he had taken every morning since he first began attending school. She knew he’d be responsible for his younger brother, who didn’t yet know the way and was still too young to walk by himself. It wasn’t Hajime’s responsibility she was questioning.

Hajime pleaded and got his brother to plead as well. He argued that he would hold Seiji’s hand the whole way. She could trust them. And, by the way, she didn’t need to wait for them after school. They’d walk home by themselves as well. She relented, despite her desperation, because he was right. He was old enough. It would be fine.

She stood in the genkan, watching her two auburn-haired boys head off for school, down the street, and around the corner without her. Her heart ached and she was tempted to cry, but she didn’t. Instead, she turned to get her daughter from her seat in the living room, and started her day.

She worked every day at the dojo with Kyo, often meeting him there after she had dropped the boys off at school. All three of Kyo and Tohru’s children had grown up spending days at the dojo with mom and dad. Kyo taught classes while she worked at the front desk, scheduling and billing clients. With the older of her two children now in school, it was just her and their youngest, Emiko, in the front lobby. Emiko sat and played at Tohru’s feet behind the desk, just as her brothers had. She curled up on the benches by the front window, taking her daily nap in the sun. She charmed the clients, who had gotten to know the young Sohma family over the years.

Tohru left earlier than Kyo each day, often stopping by the grocery store before heading to the school to pick up the boys. They would walk home together and Tohru would prepare dinner while Hajime did his homework at the chabudai table with his siblings playing at her feet in the kitchen. Kyo would join them all in the early evening. The routine repeated daily and she loved every moment of it.

That morning, she went through all of her usual work tasks. She updated the calendar for the day, checked to see if there were any cancellations or substitute teachers needed, listened to the voicemails for the dojo phone, and tallied up payments she had received. Emiko played behind her, paying no mind to the quiet melancholy in her mother’s demeanor.

Kyo joined them in the lobby, as he always did, for lunch and the afternoon lull between classes. He sat on the floor behind her desk absentmindedly playing with Emiko while eating the bento Tohru had brought him from home. Tohru, on the other hand, picked at hers and glanced frequently at the clock. She was vaguely listening to what Kyo was saying about the toddlers class, her absolute favorite group of students.

Kyo gently kicked her calf with his bare foot. “Hello?” He asked. “Earth to Tohru.”

She shook the clouds away from her vision and turned to look him in the eye. “Sorry!” She exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly. “Anyway, you were saying about the little ones…” she prompted him to continue.

Kyo frowned, not taking her bait to continue the conversation. “What’s wrong?” He asked, perceptive as always. “Did something happen?”

The second the words came out of his mouth, Tohru felt hot tears sting the backs of her eyes. They quickly spilled over, racing down her cheeks, and Kyo leapt to his feet, reaching for a box of tissues on the counter.

“Jeez, okay,” He said, handing her one tissue while using another to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “I wasn’t expecting that. You’re not pregnant again, are you?” He joked, though an undercurrent of concern reached her ears.

She smiled and said “No, not that.” She blew her nose and shook her head. “Sorry, we had a...rough morning this morning.”

Kyo propped himself up on the reception desk, facing her. “Did the boys give you a hard time or somethin’?” He asked, genuine concern etching his face. “Or was it this one?” He asked, nudging their daughter with his foot. She pouted up at him, but didn’t respond.

“No, no,” Tohru insisted. “They were fine. It’s just…” She paused, trying to find the words for the emotions she was experiencing. “Hajime called me ‘mom.’”

The confusion was plain on Kyo’s face. “Is that...not what you are?”

“No,” she explained, a fresh set of tears rolling down her cheeks. “No, I’m not ‘mom,’” she explained, emphasizing the word mom with a bratty tone. “I’m ‘mama.’”

Kyo said nothing in response, but the corners of his mouth twitched up. He found it funny, of course. Objectively Tohru, too, found it ridiculous, but she couldn’t help the tears. She continued her explanation, sharing about how Hajime had insisted on walking to school without her and how she didn’t need to pick him up anymore. How he could take care of his little brother just fine. They didn’t want her to walk with them. They didn’t need her to walk with them.

When she finally finished the whole, sordid tale, she looked up at his grin and pouted. “It’s not nice to laugh at people when they’re sad.”

Kyo grabbed her hand, still smiling, and said “I promise I’m not laughing at you. Honestly, it’s kind of cute. Hajime talked to me about this exact situation last night.”

Tohru gasped, her jaw nearly hitting the surface of her desk. “He did?” She asked, incredulous. “When?”

“When you were in the bath,” Kyo explained. “He was in the kitchen with me all concerned about if he was allowed to walk to school alone or not.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him ‘of course you can walk to school by yourself,’” Kyo told her. Tohru frowned at him, but he put his hand on hers reassuringly. “He was scared you would be upset with him, so he wanted to ask me first. He said, word for word ‘I just don’t want to make her cry, you know?’”

Tohru’s heart melted at the sentiment. And here she was, crying. Exactly what Hajime had wanted to avoid.

“You know it’s a good thing, right?” Kyo asked, squeezing her fingers in his.

“I know, I just…” Tohru trailed off. “I just want him to stay little. I don’t want him to grow up. I don’t want to be ‘mom.’”

��You called your mom ‘mom,’” Kyo reminded her gently. “And you still loved her, didn’t you?”

“Of course, but…” She couldn’t think of a counterargument.

“And of course Hajime still loves you,” Kyo insisted. “Can you imagine if I had said ‘no, you can’t walk by yourself?’ He would have let you walk him this morning. He loves you so much that he had to make sure it was okay first.” Tohru nodded. “Think how happy he was that you trusted him. He probably loves you even more now.”

Tohru nodded again and rested her head on Kyo’s abdomen. He kissed the top of her head as she let out a deep breath. He was right. It was okay. She supposed she could be ‘mom’ from now on. She would have to accept it eventually.

* * *

Later that night she was preparing dinner as usual. This time, it was only her and Hajime downstairs, the younger two were playing somewhere above her. When Hajime and Seiji came in from school that afternoon, she greeted them and asked how their day was. She did all of the usual things she would do, pretending as if it was a totally normal occurrence for them to walk home from school alone.

Behind her, she heard Hajime gently tapping his mechanical pencil on the surface of the chabudai table. Soft rustling of pages and the brush of an eraser on paper made the soundtrack for her evenings. Hajime quietly groaned.

“You okay?” Tohru asked, walking to the shoji door and leaning gently on its frame.

“I’m fine,” Hajime responded and she nodded, turning to go back into the kitchen. It was only a moment before Hajime spoke again. “Actually, mama, can you help me with this? I have no idea what’s going on in this book.”

Tohru smiled and turned the pot on the stove down to the lowest heat setting. She kneeled next to him and he handed her the book and the questions. As she scanned the page, she recognized the familiar text she had read herself back when she was his age. She grinned at him and began to explain it, all while the phrase ‘mama, can you help me with this?’ echoed in her mind.

Kyo was right; Hajime’s independence was a good thing. But she loved the boy in front of her, who still needed her. The sweet, sweet boy who she always dreamed of before they started their family. One who loved her enough to worry about being too independent and the one who, despite receiving that independence, still needed her help from time to time.

[szopenhauer]

Think of a movie and now give me that movie title: random Elvira: Mistress of the Dark 

Quote a line from that movie:

Name a song: random MARUV & Boosin — I Want You 

What’s a line from that song? Baby turn me, turn me on All night long What’s the last word spelled backwords of that line? GNOL XD Whats the relationship between you and the last person you texted? my fiancee What would your name be if you replaced T’s with S’s & A’s with E’s? Zuzenne Would you ever legally change you name to that? nah Your boyfriend/girlfriend say they can’t hang out & it’s been two weeks. You? ok How often do you think about death? all the time Where were you when you had your first sleepover? Your house or a friends’? friend’s - P.W.

Are you hungry?: thirsty

What did you buy last time you went to the store?: food? bread not food? trinkets - for example - two books and a tiny stuffed dog

Do you think stained glass windows are pretty?: I don’t know tbh

Are you a chocoholic?: not at all

Have you ever been carded when buying something? : not even when I was buying cigarettes

Do you have a favorite highlighter color?: yellow

Do you have a flashlight?: I do

Do you like watermelon?: nah

Has anyone ever walked in on you while you were on the toilet?: obvi, many times but usually just family members

Do you like a lot of ice in your drinks?: noooo

Have you ever painted a room?: bathroom Have you ever petted a donkey? from what I remember

Out of all 24 hours, which one is your favourite? hmm... Have you ever been in a lighthouse? nope

What time are you planning on going to bed tonight? no idea Have you ever been bit by an animal? yeah Did it rain today? kinda What was the name of the last dog you pet? it was my dog - Łasuch Do you find that you have a certain meal you eat every time you go to certain restaurants? sure Are you constantly judging people? could say so Have you ever had anything stolen from you? sorta Which would you rather, a snowy day, sunny day, rainy day or cloudy day?: cloudy or sunny maybe rainy but definitely not snowy How long have you ever spent away from home? month? Has your luggage ever been lost at the airport? Did you get it back? - About how many times during the night do you wake up from your sleep? few Are there any air fresheners in your house? What kinds? no What scent of candle do you burn the most? we don’t For what reason did you last cry? ugh... What kind of surveys do you wish there were more of? deep

Last time you were attacked by an animal? this summer? Are you paranoid all the time or just during the night? more often during the day actually  Have you ever dated someone without knowing their name? last name, not first, I was a stupid kid and was dating a guy online once and several boys at camp just to show off somebody likes me that way even tho I wasn’t really interested nor knew anything about those matters

If you go to an all-you-can-eat buffet, how much do you really eat? a tiny bit If you need to ask a question in class do you raise your hand? of course How many times have you been engaged (if any at all)? once, currently Do you have to see something to really believe it? jak niewierny Tomasz - często Have you ever gotten so dehydrated that you passed out? I’m surprised that I didn’t :x If your friend was being cheated on, would you tell them? absolutely Do you always assume the worst? that me indeed Are you sick and tired of life? sadly Have you ever been busted for under age drinking? I wasn’t drinking underage, I still don’t drink  Do you have a picture of you and your lover kissing? 1 and a tik tok Have you witnessed a fight at school? bunch

What is your favorite time of day to run? when I’m late for the bus lmfao

When was the last time you talked to your mom? recently Do your parents crush your dreams? sometimes Did you sleep in today? I didn’t Do you hate sleeping in? I love sleeping in  How late do you consider too late to sleep in? noon, 11am is already late  How long have you had a smartphone? less than 5 years Do you keep lists of names that you like? even tho I don’t want kids :P Have you ever butt-dialed someone? it happened

First letter of the names of everyone you have kissed, like *that*; M.

Do you like going to school sports games? eww, boring Have you ever worn your boyfriend’s clothes? guy from camp gave me his cap for a day Have you ever stolen your sibling’s clothes? I had to wear them when she was growing up, gross Have you ever loved someone and HATED it? later? Do you like Starbucks or would you rather just have water or something? just water lol Have you ever walked into a door before? po maturze zapomniałam, że woźny zamknął drzwi, które się same otwierały i walnęłam w nie, raz przytrzepałam sie w futrynę bo za szybko skręciłam w nocy do pokoju, mama uderzyła mnie drzwiami jak byłam mała i stałam za blisko wejścia dzwoniąc do domu więc spadłam ze schodów, a ojciec stuknął mnie tymi dworcowymi przy wiadukcie i wylałam na siebie sok - to chyba wszystkie przypadki Do you know anyone who’s like, psycho-religious? fanatic? my uncle is one of those Have you ever been stuck on a ski lift? luckily never been there to begin with Do you know who Nancy Sinatra is? ain’t this the gal who sings “those boots were made for walking” or smth like that? Have you ever bought anything from an airport? I wasn’t there so... If I asked you who you were gonna marry a year ago, you would say; omg Do you snore, talk, sleepwalk, or drool? drool at times, sorry also roll/kick around and fart ^^” When you woke up this morning, what was your first thought? I was wondering why Nat fronted If you could start completely over knowing what you do now, would you? possibly

If you drink coffee, do you have a favorite flavor & brand? If so, what? not applicable Have you ever personally known a pair of Conjoined twins? woah What is your first thought when you see people kissing in public? "get a room” Would you ever consider being a professional stunt-person? I have no abilities/skills/health etc for that kind of job and it’s really sad actors get prizes for stunt-ppl’s work

How about a Mailman? my father was and that ruined his body so I doubt it (Besides Hello kitty) Do you have a favorite Sanrio character? If so, Who? Hello Kitty is evil Do you flinch when strangers touch you? don’t touch me! Can you remember the first time you went to a movie theater? I believe Is there something in particular you like to look at photos of? What is it? I have strange interests... Do you actually like the taste of Diet Soda? didn’t try and don’t plan to What brand of toliet paper do you normally use? I don’t give a shit ;) Do the Charmin bears make you feel uncomfortable? xD fact that they’re red makes me uneasy On average, how many cans of soda would you say you drink daily? zero Did/do you ever stick your chewed -up gum under tables? I spat it on grass when I was younger and had stuck it in my hair years before as well but every other gum I trashed properly Can you remember the last thing you watched on the news that upset you? that’s why I avoid news How do you feel about red lipstick, is it whorish? it’s my fav but I no longer use makeup What is your definition of feminism? fighting for equal rights between women and men like pay in workplaces Are you comfortable in shorts? am not So, have you watched that Bob’s Burgers show? Do you like it? fragments 

Do you ever get the feeling you dont belong? always Do you believe actions speak louder than words? good actors will use both ways to lie

If your friend tried to commit suicide infront of you how would you react? how, why, who, when etc. Ever had a rumour spread about you? plenty Have you ever tried to impress someone before? majority of my life and I hate myself for that If someone jumped on your back what would you do? die? If you had a child and they turned out just like you would you be happy? poor kid... If you could choose the gender of your child what gender would you choose? not that I want kids but girl

Name three people you want to meet in Heaven. from those who died or are alive rn?

What could be the theme song of your life? I was taking a quiz today and they gave me Kero Kero Bonito - I'd Rather Sleep

Do you have any embarrassing health issues? :( Who do you wish you could talk to? grandma and/or brother Do you lose or misplace things a lot? very rarely lose, misplace more often but still usually same item like my scissors What was the name of the street you grew up on (if you don’t live there now) I live here! Does it still feel like summer where you live? it’s too cold for that Do you have a Paypal account? I wish Have you ever had a brand or company reach out to you on Instagram? polyvore What is the last thing you purchased from Etsy? I have no bank account to be able to buy stuff there Do you sell on Etsy? I’d like to someday Do you have a favorite aunt, and if so, who is it? aunt Alice Who is your favorite cousin? no one Have you bought next year’s calendar yet? yup What year did/will you turn 30? 2022 What’s a food that you like, but it makes you feel sick? no comment Do you like the name Addison? sounds like a shoe Is there anything that you regret getting rid of? ... Have you ever stood up to a bully? couple of times Do you own striped tights? nude and transparent Have you ever made your own Halloween costume out of clothes from ur closet? yep When was the last time you received a hug? this day Do you have anyone who hugs you regularly? dad? Would you rather have the bottom bunk or top bunk? bottom Window seat or aisle seat? window, aisle if in church  Have you ever thrown up on an airplane? that’s one of the reasons I won’t fly Have you ever seen anyone else throw up on an airplane? that’s another... Have you ever gotten sick in the car? almost Do you still wear clothes from the children’s section? whoops you got me What color is your watch? I need to buy watch for Nat... What color was the last pair of flip-flops you wore? last time I was wearing flip flops was before middle school and they were pink I suppose Were you born in your favorite season? in the worst! Have you eaten oatmeal lately? regularly... Do you enjoy editing photos? if not a snapchat filter selfie then I prefer them “natural” What is your favorite app on your phone? Choices forever! lately I begun playing The arcana and it’s pretty good, Lisa downloaded Addams family mystery mansion or smth but it’s not that cool and I used to play the detective story which was awesome <3  Do you answer your phone every time it rings? hell no Do you like to decoupage things? scrapbooks/collages are way better How many tabs are open on your browser right now? 9 with this one but I forgot to close the background music 

How many times have you had sex within the past two years? Guesstimate? personal How many times in a month do you go to the movies? How much do you spend? not at all

When was the last time you heard thunder? Where were you at anyway? this month? home When was the last time you were in trouble with your parents? If so. it’s complicated Do you know anyone who claims to have the ability to see the future? I have dreams that come true and my parents do, also my gf When you go to the movies, do you actually watch the movies or not? ... what else would I do in the cinema? oh, you mean kiss and such? waste of money Do you love or loathe the Eurovision? I don’t mind it Have you ever wielded a sword? wanna try :D If you were famous would you want a statue or a building names after you? what for Can you erect a tent? hope I didn’t forgot How tall is the tallest person you know? didn’t ask Have you ever ridden a camel? might try What’s your opinion on rats? cute

[purplesurveys]

502

Are you going to any concerts this summer? No. It’s been almost a year since my last concert, and of my favorite band to boot :( I can’t believe it’s been that long already; every detail is still ridiculously fresh in my mind. Have you ever been to a concert? I’ve been to several ones. I typically go for mainstream acts since it’s rare that they come over to the country, so I’ve seen Coldplay, One Direction, and Paramore, and a WWE show if that counts. Would you have gone to Woodstock? It would have been such a thrill to experience that; I don’t think I would have wanted to miss it, despite the traffic and the mud and sanitary problems that ultimately came up. Then again I’d probably only go if I was already near the area cause I wouldn’t be passionate enough to travel for it. Have you ever camped out with a significant other? Mmm no. We’re both pretty unfit to try camping hahaha. We’d have no clue where to start. I’d love to have the opportunity though. What kind of music do your parents listen to? Generally, my mom is super attached to her elementary and high school tunes; she knows every hit song from the 80s. Right now she’s in a Queen and ABBA phase though. My dad is so much hipper than I am and the playlists he makes has all the newest Top 40 singles lmfao, half of them I usually don’t even know about. I do know he has a bias for Maroon 5.

What's so special about the state you live in? We don’t have states here, only provinces and cities. Do you ever feel like you're getting old, but you're still a teen? Well, I mean I’m no longer a teen but when I used to be one I didn’t feel like I was getting older. I wanted to enjoy my teenage years, so I did my best to. What do you do when you can't escape thoughts of your ex? When I was stuck in this position, I couldn’t. I went out to as many hangouts with my friends as my mom could possibly allow me to try and forget, and while those helped distract me for a bit, it never fully worked. Then my grandfather died soon after so I had something else to cry about. And then the most important college entrance exam I was ever gonna take took place, so I was properly distracted for a bit. But that was all there is to it ��� distractions. What do you think about indoor pets? So long as they’re properly trained and don’t chew and/or pee on everything, it’s fine. If you were a fish, what colour would you like to be? Silver? I dunno. What was your best year at school, so far? In high school, third or fourth year. In college, third year (so far). Do you have any siblings? I have two. Do you have any lame family traditions for holidays? We have our traditions but I don’t think they’re lame. What colour hair do you have, naturally? Black. Do you think it's gay for a guy to straighten his hair? It’s not gay for a guy to do anything except actually be gay. Do you watch any TV shows where the setting's a hospital? Nope, generally not a fan of those. Do you believe in ghosts or spirits? I’d like to think it’s possible that they exist, but I’m not like an overzealous ~paranormal~ expert with equipment or anything close to that. Would you agree that love is blind? Sure. Do you want anything that you can't have? Yes. Lots of money. Would you still want it if you had it? I don’t think I’d get tired of it lmao. What's your favorite video game? Mmm I’m pretty basic lmfao, I’m going with the Grand Theft Auto or Resident Evil series. What are some perks of being your gender? I know we’re all about gender expression nowadays and anyone could wear what they want so what I’m about to say isn’t really a *perk*, but I do like how the women’s sections in shops are always much bigger than men’s. That’s the case in the Philippines though; I don’t know if it’s the same in other countries. Did your first real significant other change you at all? She helped me grow up and taught me to save a little love for myself. Are you waiting to have sex until you're married? Welp, I didn’t. Do you play any sports at school? My PE this semester is supposed to be weight training, but our instructor has decided that it will be a general fitness course so we’ll be working out for the next four months...I’m so dead lmao, I have not exercised a day in my life. :(((( He’s a gym coach though so he’s pretty legit, and while I’m mostly terrified about my body possibly giving out, I’m a LITTLE excited for what’s in store.

How many schools have you been to? Two. I went to the same school for 14 years for kinder, elementary, and high school. Then I started university and had to move to a different school. What's your favorite football team? I hate American football, and I don’t understand football. Do any songs give you goosebumps? Usually songs that are really meant to evoke intense feelings, yeah - like songs used in series finales. Baby Blue, used in Breaking Bad’s last episode is a great example. What do you think about divorce? We don’t have it here, so all I have to say is we need it :) :) :) What's your favorite colour? Pastel pink. What's your favorite colour to wear? Black, maroon, or olive green. Isn't it lovely when your SO smells good? Yessssssssssss. What do your socks look like? I’m not wearing any at the moment but the last pair I wear was blue and it had a bacon and eggs design. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? Chicago. Where's the most beautiful place you've ever seen? Sagada. Do you watch shows like South Park, Family Guy, The Cleveland Show? I did, when I still used to watch on cable. I quickly realized that their humor was never my style, so I got tired of it easily. Harry Potter or Twilight? Twilight. Have you ever seen the show True Blood? Nope. Never looked interesting enough for me. Have you ever read a Harry Potter book? Yes. I read the series up until I reached the thick blue book, and at that point I realized it was gonna be the same old shit I read in the last four or so books. I always kinda hoped it was gonna be a different story for every new book but I never learned until I reached the blue one. I think I put it down by Page 2 and never returned to it anymore. Do you have anything autographed by a celebrity? I have a poster signed by AJ Lee, but I think that’s it. I used to have it on a frame because I absolutely DID NOT want it to get dirty, until my mom redesigned my room and it got placed in my closet. I would never throw it away, though. If you HAD to makeout with a celeb from the Disney channel, who would it be? I don’t know any of the new ones so I’m sticking with the people from my era. I’d go with Miley Cyrus. Who's your favorite actor? Kristen Stewart and Kate Winslet. Who can make you laugh no matter what? Hans.

What's your favorite way to eat peanut butter? As a doughnut flavor, in a milkshake, in a Reese’s, or with a spoon. Can you play any musical instruments? Just the recorder. I ‘know’ how to play piano but only because I know which keys to press to play my favorite tunes. Have you ever obsessed over a crush before? When I was in Grade 5 and was the typical 11 year old, sure. The last time you packed, what did you pack? Stuff for a trip to the beach. The next time you pack, where will you be going? Not sure. I think my dad has a couple of out-of-town trips planned. Do you still watch any cartoons meant for kids? Spongebob, that’s for sure haha. What's your favorite kind of cereal? I don’t like grainy ones. I’d go for super sweet cereals, like Cookie Crisps. What'd you eat for breakfast, all this past week? I skipped breakfast all week because I’ve had to drive to my morning classes. History or Discovery channel? Discovery, because History Channel is barely about history these days. Do you have a good memory? Yes. Do you have a Netflix? My dad handles the family plan, but yeah I technically have one because I’m part of the subscription. What were you doing the last time you were on a roof? I’ve never been on a roof, just rooftops. Have you ever attended a slumber party? I’ve been to sleepovers, but we didn’t really call them ~slumber parties. What did you wear to bed last night? I wore a tank and shorts, my usual get-up at home. What's your favorite kind of sandwich? Banh mi! Have you ever *dated* someone you've never met? Nope. Where can you always find inspiration? UP. Have you ever left America? I’ve never *been* to America. Have you seen Alice In Wonderland? Nope. Have you seen The Lovely Bones? Nope. What's your favorite movie, by the way? It’s either Good Will Hunting or Two for the Road. What keeps you awake at night? Various triggers.

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

 Benna’s Four “I Love You”s & One That Didn’t Need To Be Said

@bennyhargreeves

aaaaa i know the way this is written is a li’l weird and i didn’t have time to make an aesthetic in the end so instead i just added his cute face AND IT’S SET IN AN AU WHERE HE LIVES OKAY I DON’T MAKE THE RULES!!! i hope it’s okay and that you like it!! 💐💕

01.

10 years old. There had been an argument in the house, one big enough that Reginald heard it from in his study. Luther and Diego, of course, and Klaus only making things worse when he was egging them on and accidentally spilled his drink on Allison’s skirt. Ben, the glue as always, struggled to intervene and be the voice of reason. That didn’t stop Reginald from reprimanding everyone involved. “I wish they would just listen to me!” “I know, I know.” “They’re so stupid sometimes.” “Sometimes you’re the only sensible one.” He sighed out his anger and sat down beside you. “I shouldn’t have yelled, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, I know you’re not angry with me.” “I’m not angry with them either, you know I love them.” “They know that, too.” He paused. “I love you as well.” “I love you more.” “No, you don’t,” he said with a frown and a poke. “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t. First one to find the best song wins?” You were already off the bed and grabbing a record. He was going to be hard pressed to win.

02.

13 years old. Snowflakes, beautiful as they danced in the sky but a nuisance the moment they touched the ground, sticky and freezing. Ben had confessed to you how hard the holidays were: bright lights and happy faces and laughter in other homes, while his was as dark and miserable as ever, and his father was just as stern, if not worse. You listened as he told you, steeled yourself bit by bit, and broke your plan to him. Nobody crossed his father without a scolding that would make anyone cower, but Ben was a superhero after all; he agreed, sharing a nervous but excited grin with you. You would sneak him out of the house, you would give him a good memory of the holidays. You would. You got caught. Twice, actually. First, by Pogo, who saw you just a few steps out of Ben’s door during one of the sleepovers Grace had talked Reginald into allowing. You were dressed in one of Ben’s spare costumes, mask and all, and Ben was right behind you. Both of you froze, caught red-handed. Pogo looked right at you, straightened his back... and said, quietly, “you know the fourth step creaks. Good luck.” You and Ben looked at each other, you grabbed his hand and continued on your way, leaving Pogo to half-smile and sigh behind you. You were so, so close, just a few metres from the door. You could taste the freedom on your tongues, could imagine the quick walk through the snow back to your house, where you would be safe for the night. “Number Six!” The light snapped on and you both started, miserable defeat already crashing over you, that and pure panic. Reginald did not look happy. His eyes flashed to Ben, then to you. “What is the meaning of this?” “Don’t look at Enna, it was my idea!” Ben burst out, and that triggered the scolding. At great length. By the end of it, you were surprised Reginald even let Ben see you out the door, both your plan and your sleepover ruined. “Thanks for trying,” Ben sighed, and squeezed your hand. “I love you. Happy Hanukkah.” “I love you, too, Ben, I’m so sorry.” “No, don’t be. Maybe... next year?”

03.

14. Another sleepover, a summer night, warm enough to make the blankets uncomfortable. Since his bed was so small, you made up a second bed on the floor - it was originally intended for you, but Ben insisted to sleep on his bed. It turned out alright though, since most of the time you ended up falling asleep on his bed together. You would make a tent out of the blankets; scary stories with a flashlight illuminating your faces, not quite enough to make either of you look threatening; discussions about school, an escape in the future, your big plans of what you would do together; wondering what powers you would have had if you were like him and the others. You would talk until it was too stuffy under the blankets, then you would come up for air and eventually fall asleep tucked up together, Ben’s arms draped across your back and your face smushed against his chest. You looked so innocent like this. No responsibilities, just dreams. “Sleep well.” “Don’t let the bed-bugs bite.” (A running joke, since Klaus hid a cockroach in Ben’s bed once and you were the one who found it, unfortunately. He did apologize for that.) “Love you.” “I love you, too.”

04.

17. You had outgrown the summer days, the scraped knees, the running through the streets giddy with freedom, the wishes on flower petals, the dancing in the quiet and imagining the dust as confetti. This new life was strange and intimidating. You both always knew you’d have a life but now you were realizing just how much life there was and how difficult it could be. Things you were so sure of were now uncertain - but you and Ben, Ben and you, that was a lifeline. This life tried to pull you apart, break up the last rope on your raft, but it never managed to. Your lives had melded together so completely: his siblings had grown so used to you two being practically joined at the hip so often that your names started to blur into BenandEnna, the duo that radiated hope and stability even when everything was falling down. The cafe was your place. New memories tasting of coffee and lunch picked over between words. You knew what was on one another’s minds without even asking, knew what every blink and pause and touch meant. You knew the way he rubbed his chest, he knew the way you played with your fork. Comfort without having to say a single word, fingers linked, smiles given, a kiss on the cheek or the top of the head. His arm around your shoulders, his cheek against your hair, swaying slightly in that way that made you smile. You would wander the city, watch the world go by around you, content to slow down. You spoke more about practical things now, his missions no longer fairy tales but a dangerous reality, the flaws of family less of a way things were and more of a slow, painful gnawing, a weight on both your shoulders. You both took on things you shouldn’t have had to, you both tossed and turned at night. “You know... I miss our sleep overs. I liked having you with me.” “I could come over?” “No, it’s okay. I don’t want you to have to deal with that.” “We could sneak out again,” you offered. He laughed, remembering that night, his heart in his throat and your hand in his. “Somehow I don’t think that would go well. I must have really loved you to agree with that plan.” “I still love you that much.” “I love you more- oh no, we’re not doing this again.”

05.

18 years old. If the world was on your shoulders, it would be less heavy. Overwhelmed. Drowning. You couldn’t leave your room without feeling like you were falling. He knew. Somehow, he always knew. A knock on your door, opening before you could say to leave. A cup of coffee, still warm. A box of food. Brown eyes that were concerned but open, seeing you. Seeing you and understanding. There was grey under his eyes, lines around his mouth, freshly pressed. Today wasn’t for smiles, wasn’t for life. Just existing. He worked in silence; gathered up all the blankets, put one over you and then lifted the other over you both, tied it so it wouldn’t fall. Handed you the coffee and placed the food between you two. Your favourite. He ate half, left the rest to wait. Without judgement. Without sideways glances. Just him and you and the safety of the blankets blocking out the world. He met your eyes again, finally, and they were soft. “We’re going to buy an apartment,” he said, so quietly, so determinedly. “We’re going to leave this place behind. We’re going to be live.” He found your hand and his thumb rubbed over your knuckles, squeezed with the gentleness needed to keep the thousand scattered hopes intact. “It’s going to be okay, Enna. I promise.” 

[intothedanvers-e]

Young, Dumb, & Broke

Word Count: 1844

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You just graduated high school and were ready to embark on your last summer of being a dumb teen and going on adventures before having to face the realities of the adult world. One day you were driving to a lake to meet some of your friends when your car broke down in the middle of nowhere. With no service and no gas stations around you wandered a little down the street and found one house where you went to ask for help. You expected to find an old couple living in the middle of nowhere, but a nice young British guy (Tom) answered the door. Due to unforeseen circumstances you spend the rest of the afternoon and most of the night together, but when it’s time to leave he says he wants to see you again. You exchange numbers with the cute British guy and embark on a long, secretive summer fling. You both lie about what you do for a living and what you were both doing in the middle of nowhere, but the moments you too bonded were all genuine. Will he find out about your plans after summer? Will you find out what he actually does for a living? Will this fling extend past summer?

Authors Note: Once again thank you for all the love on this series! At this point idk how long it’ll be but im having so much fun writing it and i really hope you guys are enjoying it just as much!! if you want to be part of the taglist or have any feedback please dont hesitate in letting me know! also if you want me to write anything else (one shot, blurb, au) you can send me anything to my ask! The italics is the other person on the phone and italics + bold is a text message! ok i love all of u and it really means a lot to me if you read + enjoy this series! bye! <3 (btw he’s my masterlist if ur curious!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 3

You and Tom had somehow shifted closer to each other as the night wore on. You were now both seated on the floor with your backs against the couch and only mere inches away from each other. You were both wrapped up in your own blankets, mainly because you’d both just spent an hour trying to figure out how to turn off the AC and failed miserably. It was 2 am now but neither of you were tired, and neither of you wanted to be the baby and tap out to go to sleep first. You had both just been sitting there since after dinner talking about everything from your favorite memories ever to dumb things like whether or not you believed in aliens and ghosts.

“No yeah living with 3 brothers is both the worst and the best, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I’m the oldest of us so I think I got the best deck of cards handed to me,” he said running his fingers through his curls.

“That’s adorable! It’s just been me and my mom for as long as I can remember so I’d always wished I would’ve had siblings or even cousins,” you tried to laugh off the last part of the sentence while silently cursing yourself for oversharing.

“You don’t have much family then?”

“Not really. My mom got pregnant at 16 so I never met my dad. It used to be my grandmother, my mom, and I but my grandma passed away when I was like 6 so it’s just been me and my mom since then. Well also my moms best friend and her kids. She’s our neighbor so she’s like my non blood related family. Every time my mom has to leave for work I usually stayed with her so she’s like a second mom to me.”

“What does your mother do?”

“She’s a photographer. Nature, portraits, fashion shows and magazine covers; you name it, my mom’s done it. After my grandma passed she really threw herself into her work, which was all amazing but usually meant she’d spend less time at home. The money was great, and my mom gets invited to all kinds of cool stuff but sometimes I just wanted my mom at home you know? Oh my god why am I telling you all of this? I’m sorry for rambling.”

Your cheeks turned a bright red and you diverted your eyes to the floor avoiding eye contact with Tom. To your surprise he actually extended his arm and gave your arm a sympathetic rub.

“No you’re fine, I can’t imagine where’d I be without my family so I’m sorry you had to deal with all that stuff alone.”

You tried to piece words together but the moment he touched your arm, even though it was over the blanket, it sent your heart doing backflips as you started to hear your heartbeat in your ears. You were staring into her beautiful eyes for a second too long when suddenly the phone in the laundry room started to ring. The both of you jumped.

“I should probably get that,” you said getting up and running toward the phone.

“Sounds good!” he yelled from the living room.

You tried catching your breath before answering the phone.

“Hello?”

“Tom?”

“Uhh no, hold on a sec.”

“Wait if this isn’t Tom who is this?”

The voice on the phone had the same deep British accent as Tom so you assumed it was a family friend. You set the phone down on the washer next to the phone and ran into the living room. “The call’s actually for you,” you said grabbing your blanket and dropping yourself on the couch.

“That’s weird I didn’t know anyone had that phone number,” he said slowly walking over to the laundry room.

“British accent.”

“What?”

“Whoever’s on the phone also has a British accent.”

“Ah.”

He seemed to know exactly who it was but you decided not to inquire. He left the room swiftly. Your phone started buzzing wildly on the coffee table. It was a FaceTime from your best friend, but you didn’t feel like answering it considering you’d been messaging her since 6 pm and she didn’t bother to check up on you once. You were originally planning on asking her to pick you up on her way home but you were so overcome with anger that you suddenly decided you’d take a taxi home if you had to. Anything to not have to see any of your friends for a while, you could even try to give them the silent treatment.

She sent you a message. “hope ur doing something non y/n-ish and having fun. guy must be bored out of his mind. see u tmrw, get home ok.”

You rolled your eyes and put your phone face down on the coffee table. Your friend always teased you about being the safe one in the group. Even though your mom wasn’t usually home much, you didn’t do anything behind her back and you followed most of her rules. There were even times when your mom would encourage you to sneak out to see a boy or go to a party but you never really cared for being a rule breaker and your friends never ceased to remind you how lame that was.

Tom walked back into the living room and smiled at you as he walked over to the couch.

“That was my mate Harrison, he went to visit some family in town and somehow got tricked into having a sleepover with his nieces so he won’t be coming back tonight.”

“Oh I thought you were here alone?”

He froze and started running his hands through his curls.

“Oh yeah Harrison is my best mate and kind of like my assistant, you know for the book writing and stuff so uh he takes every vacation with me he can with the excuse of it being a business trip.”

“Sounds like a fun guy. He sounded so confused when I answered the phone, sorry about that.”

“No worries. He was a bit confused so I basically had to give him the long story short of cute girl with a broken down car in the middle of nowhere seeks help.”

“Why thank you.”

“Uhh no what I meant to say is- “

“Are you really going to take back a compliment now Tom?”

His cheeks turned a light pink as he gave you a goofy grin.

“You got me there.”

The phone rang again.

“That might actually be the tow truck this time.”

You power walked over to the phone and answered it.

“Hello ma’am our tow truck is about 5 to 10 minutes out from getting to you. We will call you as soon as we get word that he’s on his way back, and unfortunately you will have to come till tomorrow morning to get your quote.”

“That’s fine, thank you.”

You walked back into the living room and grabbed your jacket.

“The tow truck will be here in 5 to 10 minutes so I’ll probably wait for it on your front porch. I can’t get a quote till the morning so I’ll probably order a taxi as soon as they leave with my car.”

“Let me just grab a hoodie and I’ll wait out there with you. Also youcanstayhereifyouwantto.”

He said the last part so fast as he tried to dart up the stairs.

“What?” you called from the bottom of the stairs.

He stopped on the second to last step and turned to face you.

“Yeah not to be to forward or anything but I’ve got plenty of rooms and I would hate to put you in a taxi from the middle of nowhere at almost 3 am. I have rooms that lock from the inside if that makes you feel any safer.”

You thought about the text from your best friend and all the times your friends made fun of you for being so “lame” and decided to take a risk.

“You know what I’d love that. Thank you.”

He smiled and shot you a thumbs up before descending into his room. He ran back down and accompanied you outside. It was completely dark outside, the street was just illuminated by the moon and the stars. You could see the tow truck approaching from some ways down the road.

“I have a duffel bag with clothes in my back seat so I’ll probably get that and bring it in.”

He nodded and followed closely behind you. You waited for a bit as the tow truck approached. The guy seemed nice but tired, considering as he made almost no small talk except to ask you to sign certain papers.

“I’ll see you in the morning ma’am,” he said climbing into his tow truck.

You and Tom quietly walked back to his house.

“Do you want me to show you the rooms?” he asked as soon as he locked all the doors behind him.

“Do you have a pool?”

“Yeah why?”

“Is it heated?”

“I believe so.”

“Are you up for a night swim? The sky is too beautiful to pass up a night swim with a new friend in summer, Tom Holland.”

He looked at you confused but intrigued.

“I really like where your head is at Y/N. I think this can be the start of a beautiful relationship-UHH I MEAN FRIENDSHIP.”

You laughed as his cheeks went a deep red this time, traveling all the way up to his ears.

“I’m going to go get changed and get some towels, the bathroom is right through there if you want to change in there,” he said as he started climbing up the stairs.

“Okay I’ll be waiting out there.”

You went into the bathroom and exhaled. This was something you’d never in a million years thought you’d be doing, but you were glad that you were. A cute British guy with a heated pool in the middle of nowhere? Even you weren’t dumb enough to pass up on that opportunity. You quickly changed into the bikini you packed in your duffel bag. You would usually beat yourself up for having the duffel bag in the first place considering you had it in there since the day your mom told you the chances of you needing an overnight bag in case of emergencies and you completely missed the joke about needing it for when you stay over at a guys house, but you were just happy you had an extra pair of everything right now.

You walked out of the bathroom at the same time Tom was walking down the stairs in nothing but swimming trunks. You could see his toned abs and arms and everything. It made your heart race. He walked up to you with a goofy grin and handed you a towel.

“You ready?”

“Of course,” you smiled at him and followed closely behind him admiring his back muscles.

Boy was this the best idea you’ve had for a while.

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ABCs for the beautiful baby bois

Since these are long ass prompts, I’ll split them up. Here is the baby boi Ravi first.

A: Aptitude

1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

He’s been doing hospital work ever since he was around two. It started just as organizing documents and running from room to room getting supplies to help his mom who was in the surgery and delivery ward. He’s also suspiciously good at guessing which couples are going to end up together.

2. what activities have they participated in?

He’s often Val’s guinea pig for her inventions that have to do with bionic parts, but he’s also a really avid bowler. It was one of his physical therapy requirements so he could be used to lifting heavy things.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

Making his bionic arms and legs are natural to him as his normal limbs were. It took a long time to be able to walk and move on his own, but now he knows just exactly how to move his limbs for the most fluid motions.

4. what things are they bad at?

Staying still while getting shots. Whenever he has to get his daily flu shot, Nivviah has to chase him around the ship while he screams and cries. Eventually Nivviah has to cast “Calm Emotions” or “Charm Person” on him to get him to calm down and sit still to get his shots, which she hates because she dislikes taking away Ravi’s autonomy, but he gets sick easily otherwise and please Ravi, we can’t keep doing this.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

Boy is incredibly good at anatomy. He definitely has a career in the medical field because he can find any vein or blood vessel and know just where to cut in surgeries.

B: Basics

1. what is their hair color?

Black

2. what is their eye color?

Dark brown

3. how tall are they?

4′0

4. how old are they?

8

5. how much do they weigh?

75 lbs

C: Comfort

1. how do they sit in a chair?

Criss-cross applesauce with his hands in his lap.

2. in what position do they sleep?

Curled up in a tiny ball. He usually takes up as little space as possible. It makes it perfectly for scooping into your arms.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Wearing his onesie while watching Disney movies with his parents, siblings, Castor, and the snabies. Also playing nerf guns with his siblings, Castor, and Val because Ravi takes no prisoners.

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

Lassi. It’s an Indian yogurt drink that he really likes. It reminds him home. No one else can really make it, though.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

It used to be Crumb because Crumb thought it was his duty to take care of Ravi, but now it’s his good good mama Ciri.

D: Decoration

1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

He just wants a house where him and all his siblings have their own rooms but connect them to make one giant sleepover room. If he could choose how Tam and Ciri decorated the house, everything would be connected to a slide and the floor would look like a little forest floor.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

He won’t have kids for a long, long, long time, but he would try to put as much little toys in their room because he spent so long without them and would give them everything from chemistry sets to trampolines just so they can try everything.

3. how do they decorate their own room?

His room’s actually one of barest, but he’s slowly building up his toy collection, but he also has one of those little plastic slides that he likes to go down. He also has a lot of his own artwork on the walls.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

Usually he wears jeans or overalls and a sweater, but in the summer when it gets hot he likes wearing summer dresses, especially ones that are swishy. He likes wearing long skirts in the spring or fall when it’s not cold but not super warm either.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

He doesn’t like wearing makeup because it makes him itchy, but he loves doing his nails with Venus or Percy whenever Percy comes over.

E: External Personality

1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Yes for the most part. There’s a hidden salty part of his personality that comes out when he really does not like someone, but for the most part he’s a bubbly boy.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

There’s not really much of a norm given how secluded they all live, but compared to other children, he tends to be more fluid in everything from actions to dress.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

He usually does his own thing. Because he’s been the only kid for a long time, he has to start his own child trends.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

There’s very few non-Freedom Vessel things he knows.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it outon their own?

The personality he displays for the most part is his honest one, so most people can figure out his personality right away. It takes a little while but people see that he has a hidden sass and mischievousness underneath that good little boy exterior.

F: Fun

1. what do they do for fun?

He really likes bowling with the kids or playing Nerf Guns with Castor and the snabies.

2. what is their ideal party?

Slumber party with his friends and family while they watch Disney movies and then he kicks their butts at bowling.

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Crumb is still his very best friend, but he’s getting close to Allura as his first non-family friend.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

He’s a lawful good boy who has never broken a rule in his life. Except maybe training with knives. He’s broken that rule a bit.

5. do they go out a lot?

Nope. The first time he stepped off the ship since when he was rescued from Earth was Dryas. And everyone has been hesitant to let him out of their sights since.

G: Gorgeous

1. what is their most attractive external feature?

He has the cutest fucking baby nose and is a very short kid. He’s absolutely precious.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

You know that he 110% cares about you and looks up to you and you never have to worry whether he’s faking his devotion to you.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

You get the best, free health care and he will love you unconditionally even when no one else will.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

He likes his intelligence and kindess, but hates that there’s not much he can contribute to the ship because he’s small. He also hates and doesn’t understand why he has such big gaps in memory and can’t remember stuff.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

He envies that he is the only child on the ship who is restricted from doing stuff (when he learned that Kalliste was going to Helios he asked if he could come with them but Luna said no because he was too recognizable).

H: Heat

1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Cold. He loves wearing onesies and being buried under 7 blankets, and he can’t do that if it’s too hot.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Winter. Summer in New India got sweltering hot, and if his limbs get too hot they will flat out stop working and most likely burn him.

3. do they like the snow?

The few times he got to experience snow he loved it immensely. When he lived on Earth, he loved doing snowball fights and making snow angels.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Making ice cream sundaes with Tam and Crumb.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Snowball fights. It’s why he likes nerf guns so much.

I: In-the-closet

1. what is their sexuality?

He’s a little baby bi in the making.

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

He hasn’t met enough kids to establish a crush (as every kid he met eventually became his sibling or y’know, tried to kidnap and sell him to Genesis), but he knows that if the time is right, he will have a crush on someone.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

No, he’s always been a bouncing baby boy. But in his presentation he tends to dress more fluidly in that he’ll wear overalls and a t-shirt one day, and a dress and painted nails the next.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Absolutely, his family just wants him happy and safe over all else. Also both his parents are Bi so there’s not much to be not okay about.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

He wouldn’t really come out just because growing up under a rainbow flag of a ship, coming out isn’t necessarily a requirement, you just say who or who you don’t want to kiss. 

J: Joy

1. what makes them happy?

Trains, being a help to the Freedom Vessel, nerf gun fights, Disney movies

2. who makes them happy?

Ciri, Tam, Crumb, Psyche, Castor, Allura, and Kalliste. His family and his very best friends.

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

‘You’ll Be in My Heart’ from Tarzan.

4. are they happy often?

For the most part. He has some underlying sadness sometimes but most of the time he’s able to push that down and be happy.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

His favorite baby brother, Crumb.

K: Kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide?

No, he just wants to live in peace.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

Absolutely not. The only reason he killed Manisha was because she was going to kill his family.

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

Nobody. Ravi is already messed up from killing one person, 

4. who would miss them if they died?

Everyone on the Freedom Vessel and their cousin. But he thinks Crumb and Ciri would probably be the worst off.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

Genesis, Magdalena, Adrian probably.

L: Lemons

1. what is their favorite fruit?

Blueberries

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Technically tomatoes are a fruit, so tomatoes. He doesn’t like skin and thinks its too squishy.

3. are there any foods they hate?

Carrots. They’re too crunchy and bland.

4. do they have any food intolerances?

Pumpkins.

5. what is their favorite food?

Pancakes, especially blueberry pancakes.

M: Maternal

1. would they want a daughter or a son?

Both. All. He’d love them all.

2. how many children do they want?

Probably 4. He doesn’t want anyone to feel alone like he did and wants his kids to be best friends.

3. would they be a good parent?

It’s like at least twenty years before he becomes a parent, but he’d be the most attentive, caring parent that reads voices in the stories and tucks his kids into bed.

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

He would name his daughter after his birth mom Padma and would probably name his son after his big brother Castor.

5. would they adopt?

His favorite mom and dad adopted him, and he knows firsthand how many orphans of war there are.

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do?

Swear or lie to people. Or willingly hurt someone.

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

He still wants Castor to teach him to use a knife. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody with it but he likes playing pirates with Crumb and the snabies and wants to do knife tricks like pirates do.

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Tell lies (or swear)

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

When he was first trying to get used to his limbs, he left the infirmary before Val told him he was ready and got until out the door when his legs stopped working and he fell. He was stuck on the ground for three hours just sobbing until Nivviah came down because she wanted to check on him. Needless to say, after that it as clear that everyone was a problem child on the ship and Ravi had 24/7 watch.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

Kill somebody.

O: Optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

He’s very optimistic. About 90% is his actual optimistic nature and 10% is trying to be optimistic for his family and friends because he knows that they aren’t that optimistic about the future often.

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

Absolutely. He is probably the only Freedom Vessel member who’s honestly hopeful about the future.

3. are they good at giving advice?

No one’s really came to Ravi for advice because he has a limited world experience, but his advice tends to fall on the optimist side of things. If you want advice that looks more on the positive side, come to Ravi.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

Usually it’s Crumb but usually he has to throw his own optimism on himself.

5. were they always optimistic?

Yeah, at least as far back as he can remember.

P: Personality

1. what is their best personality trait?

Caring

2. what is their worst personality trait?

Gullible

3. what of their personality do others love?

Castor loves his big heart, endless love for everyone, his determination to be helpful, his kindness, and secret mischievous side. Ciri loves everything single thing about him from the top of his head to the tip of his cyborg toes and everything inbetween. Particularly she loves his intelligence, sweetness, bravery, and loving and trusting nature.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

Everyone pretty much envies his endless optimism even as he got kidnapped. Castor envies Ravi’s innocence and cheerful personality and his ability to make anything he’s doing fun. Ciri envies his ability to trust easily.

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

He doesn’t really like personalities that rely on pushing people away or being mean to people, especially non-Genesians to other non-Genesians. He knows that Genesis already treats people bad. Why do other people have to as well?

Q: Questions

1. do they ask for help?

Usually. He wants to do a good of a job as he can be, which is why he often asks for help when he can’t do something. It embarrasses him when he has to, but he knows that everyone needs help sometimes.

2. do they ask questions in class?

He’s the kid who sits in the front of class and raises his hand for every question.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

He’ll probably answer your questions even if it makes him uncomfortable, unless he desperately doesn’t want to answer it in which he’ll just shut down completely.

4. do they ask weird questions?

He tends to ask fairly normal questions unless he really wants to know something, then he’ll push.

5. are they curious?

He wants to know everything about the world and would do anything to get the knowledge he seeks. He’s a Ravenclaw through and through.

R: Rules

1. do they follow rules?

He’s a lawful good boy who follows every rule.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

He’d be strict in the sense that he wants his kids to do go but he’d give them freedom to just be children and run about.

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

I mean, he was consequenced in the sense that he literally got kidnapped, but not in punishment.

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

He still mentally kicks himself for not listening to Ciri on Dryas and still trusting Magdalena.

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

Let him play with his knife, he’s a growing boy. He got it for a reason.

S: Streets

1. are they street-smart?

He is still a fairly trusting kid who tends to take things at face value. He’s spent very little of his life being able to talk to the general public and has spent about half his life solely in the Freedom Vessel.

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

Absolutely. If he ever went to a planet with people begging, he would try to help them anyway he could. Which would probably get him dragged into bad situations.

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

Nope. He doesn’t usually like fighting and hasn’t had a chance to start any kind of fight.

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

Absolutely. The two biggest scares of his life happened when someone came up to him on the street.

5. are they cautious when out?

Now he’s more cautious, but he also has like ten people ready to destroy the world if someone tries to stomp out Ravi’s light.

T: Truth

1. are they honest?

He’s pretty honest. If he doesn’t want to tell you something, he will just straight up not tell you. He’d never lie about anything. Though with his memory problems, there’s a lot he doesn’t say.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

He’s got a +5 to insight, so he is pretty good at telling when people are bullshitting him, but he also likes to see the best in everyone so tends to push past his instincts and trust people.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

He doesn’t usually lie but it’s not super obvious when he’s lying. Since he never lies, people usually assume he’s always telling the truth.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

Nope, he’s an honest kid.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

There was the Dryas tapes when Ravi killed Manisha, but that part is kinda common knowledge.

U: Underdog

1. have they been bullied?

Yes, mostly by Adrian.

2. have they bullied anyone?

Nope, he is too good for that.

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

I mean, Adrian attacking him is 110% of the reasons why the party hates the pussy.

4. have they ever been doubted?

Luna rescued him just because Crumb led her to him, but she just expected it to be a child that they’d take of. When he finally got better enough to ask if he could work, Luna almost said no because she thought he wouldn’t be able to keep up and should just stick on being a kid.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

Absolutely no one expected a four year old to be this good at anatomy and medical knowledge. He may be a small child but he’s a prodigy at anything in the medical field.

V: Vomit

1. do they vomit often?

Nope, kid’s got a pretty good stomach.

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

He really only gets stomach aches if he’s actually sick. He mostly gets head colds than

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

He’s the ship’s doctor so he’s pretty good. When Castor was on his death bed while sick, he came and gave Castor chicken noodle soup and make him drink tea.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

When Ravi is sick, you’ll know he’s sick because he’s the clingiest little shit that just wants to be carried everywhere and held. When Ravi’s sick, all the caretaking is given to Ciri since she can’t catch his germs.

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

He hiccups a lot when nauseous or vomiting. Most of it is because he’s actually hurting, and the second half is because he doesn’t like vomiting so he starts crying.

W: Water

1. do they drink enough water?

He’s a good little boy who knows that you need water to stay healthy and hydrated.

2. have they learned to swim?

He knows how to swim, but only the bare basics. He’s too scared to put his face underwater. He learned when he first came to the ship and was able to use his bionic limbs.

3. do they like to swim?

He likes wading in at best and splashing around, but likes it more when his feet can be on the ground.

4. can they dive?

Nope. He’s one of those kids who tries to dive and just ends up in a weak jump.

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

Baby boy needs the whole scuba goggles to swim period.

X: Xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music?

He really loves Disney music or classical music. He likes listening to piano or harp as he goes to sleep and Disney music during the day.

2. do they have a favorite song?

‘Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag)’ from Mary Poppins. He remembers his birth mom singing it to him when he was a baby. It’s one of the few things about his early childhood that he remembers.

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

Enya. She’s very peaceful when he’s trying to go to sleep, especially because he doesn’t like the feeling of falling asleep. Sometimes it feels like he’s being forced under for some reason.

4. can they sing well?

He has a really cute, high voice. He actually is really good at singing to Disney princesses.

5. can they rap?

He tries his best, but he always ends up out of breath.

Y: You

1. how old were you when you created them?

16. His powerpoint is dated July 2014.

2. what inspired you to create them?

I think Ravi’s story was one of the ones that started from a dream about a little boy with robotic arms and legs and had a little robot that followed him around.

3. were they different when they were first created?

He’s a lot more wholesome and less salty. He is now also a lot younger (his original form was 11 years old). All the salt got transferred to his big sister Sasha.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

I mean, one of my favorite things is well written child characters, so Ravi is a blast to play.

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

He’s my good, smart little medic boy who just wants to help people. Also I’m just really glad that people love him because he used to be my obscure boy from a story about a Dystopian Steampunk India and now he’s everyone’s favorite brother (or son in Ciri’s case).

Z: Zebra

1. what’s their favorite animal?

His favorite animal is a bear just because it’s the species of his teddy bear and Winnie the Pooh.

2. do they like animals?

He’s a little scared of animals just because he hasn’t been near a whole lot of them, but he likes the ones that are on TV.

3. cats or dogs?

If you show him a tiny dog, he will probably die because it’s small and he’s small so he can’t protect it.

4. what’s their dream pet?

Anything soft like a bunny or guinea pig.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

Nope, but he’s helping Nivviah take care of Noodle while Castor’s on Helios. He and Allura have a running joke of calling Noodle everything noodle related but not her name. Favorites include ‘Spaghetti’, ‘Fettucine Alfredo’, and ‘Linguini’.

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Miss Atomic Bomb. (Aaron Tveit Fanfiction)

Chapter One. That Thursday was one of those afternoons where everything seemed perfect, at least for a while. Marie Anne promised her brothers to spend more time with them those weeks. It was the last summer for the twins before going to college, so they wanted to have ‘the greatest summer of their lives’ or so they said. One of the things in Parker and Allan’s list was to spend as much time with their big sister as they could and she wasn’t going to complain. Her baby brothers convinced her to take them to the Yankees’ game, and as it looked like, they wouldn’t take no for an answer. The boys were pretty independent for their age, as smart and reckless. The original creators of the biggest headaches in the Woods’ family, and they were proud of it. Their big sister, in the other side, was like their queen. They admired her and respected her above all, and loved her as if she was their mother. That’s why they put all efforts to convince her to take them to the game. They were big Yankees’ fans, so a game plus the most amazing and beautiful sister of all times was a perfect plan before college aka campus aka seeing Marie Anne twice a year while eating a shit ton of big books and acting like grown people. They still hadn’t decided which university they wanted to go, but none of the boys wanted to go far from the city not even out of it. The last months weren’t the best ones for the family, so being apart from each other or from Marie Anne wasn’t going to be nice for anyone. So, trying to avoid the responsibility of choosing their new college, they made plans for all summer with Marie Anne. Yankees’ games, theater, movies, sleepovers in the living room, long summer night walks, beach -even if she didn’t like it that much-, Play Station tournaments, etc. That Thursday the twins’ schedule was Yankees vs. Red Sox. Big game. It started at 7 pm but they were all dressed -with their big foam fingers, the grey and blue caps, the shirts- and the three tickets sitting in the couch moving their legs, all excited at 5 pm. They were quite anxious boys since they were little and nothing changed in sixteen years. When Marie Anne came home from work all she could do was changing her clothes before being dragged out of the house in Brooklyn to their mom’s car. That day, their father was supposed to take the twins to the game, but he had to cancel again and at some point boys were happy since it worked as an excuse to go out with Marie Anne. With an hour left before the game, she took the car and drove to the Yankee Stadium, listening her overexcited brothers talking about hits and run, home-runs, pitches, yards and a lot of baseball talk, which she didn’t get as good as the boys. “Guys, I agreed to take you to the game because I love you both but PLEASE can you stop talking SO loud for like ten minutes? If it’s not much to ask, c'mon!” she yelled over the twins’ voices. Fifteen minutes passed and they were jumping into the car like crazy monkeys, yelling and singing the Yankees’ song out loud, while Marie Anne tried to drive without hitting anyone or anything, which in that moment, seemed like an impossible mission. They arrived half an hour before the game, and when Marie Anne got out of the car, the twins were already in the entrance yelling at her: “Marie Anne come on!! We’re late!”, “We won’t have time to buy food!”, “Can we get in now?! I wanna see the players warming up!”. She just smiled and tried to not follow her impulse of throwing them the car keys. They were lovely but equally bothering and annoying and sometimes she just wanted them to grow up from one day to another. And every time the idea of them like big boys crossed her mind, she shook her head and thought she’ll miss their silly teenagers’ things, just like now she missed their little chubby cheeks and baby faces from years ago. It seemed yesterday when she was almost ten and her parents said she was going to have two brothers. Sixteen years passed and she still remembered the very first time she saw their little rounded and pinky faces and all she wanted to do was carry them at the same time. Marie Anne was just a little girl back then, but the memories of those two were intact simply because Allan and Parker were what she loved the most from the second they came to the world. The girl just couldn’t help but smile at those memories. They finally dragged her into the Stadium and made her stop thinking about all that. Holding their nachos, sodas, and looking for a good place to seat to watch the game. Marie Anne followed them as fast as she could, but teenage energy was hard to keep track. They sat right in front of the 4th base, in a good place to catch a home-run ball -something her siblings did once when they were ten years old, and tried to repeat every time they could see a game-. There was so many people, some music playing while the warming up, and as they weren’t so far they could tell who was who, so the boys spended the twenty minutes left before the game pointing at their favorite players and arguing about who was the best one. The guy who was sitting beside Marie Anne was looking at them and laughing in front of such a spectacle. They were truly good showmen. “Parker, I gotta tell you, you’ve never been so right in something this big…” she said and Parker looked confused to his sister. “What? What are you talking about?"The brunette drew an evil smile in her face.   "About being a journalist. You are such a smart boy, choosing a career where you can use that natural talent you have of talking like a crazy parrot and being paid for it… Amazing, well done!” the girl laughed and a second later Allan was doing the same. “That’s so rude, sis. When I get my first Pulitzer I won’t include you in my speech, just remember that!” Parker answered acting all offended for his sister’s comment. Marie Anne always joked about that kind of stuff, but it was partly true. When they were around eleven Allan said he wanted to write movies and when by fourteen, Parker said he wanted to be a journalist. It suit them perfectly because they were naturally good at it. The way they wrote at their age was something Marie Anne could never do even being ten years older, and every day both of them were just getting better. That was one of the reasons their mother always complained: the three Woods kids were always with their noses on a computer working in something and sometimes even working together to share opinions and thoughts about their work. Their mother was a good woman and cared about them three, but never understood their relationship. They were so close, like if they were born together. When she was a little girl, Marie Anne was stuck to her little brothers; she invented bedtime stories, taught them to draw, to read, to use the computer, -something her mother reproached her for years-, she played with them all day long and that’s why her baby brothers had her like their personal superhero. Like their mother, their father thought that with time they weren’t going to be as close as when they were just kids, but he was wrong. Everybody remembered that when they started to walk for the first time they both did it walking straight to her arms and no to their parents’. They still had a video of those two days and it was one of Marie Anne’s favorite memories from their childhood. Another of her favorite memories was the first time she took them to a Yankees game. She never saw them that happy. Their eyes shined and they couldn’t take off the smiles on their faces. Their father infected them with the Yankees and baseball virus when they were little boys; watching all the games, giving them baseball bates and leather baseball gloves for Christmas, and teaching them how to play -even when Marie Anne did almost all the work-. They were truly fanatics. And they were in a big stadium, full of fanatics like them, excited like them, sharing their love and passion for the game. For the boys it was one of the biggest sensations ever. That was the reason the girl was there. If it was up to her, she’ll be at home finishing work stuff that needed to be ready as soon as possible, but there was no way she could break their hearts saying no to them, especially when everything was so messy back at home. So Marie Anne preferred to go with them and stay working late but happy to see them smiling like they were doing in that moment. At least they weren’t thinking in anything else for a while. Marie Anne’s phone ringed. They didn’t realize. She looked at the phone to see who was calling her: her dad. She decided to get away to talk because she knew how were her brothers going to react, and didn’t want to be a killjoy. He wanted to say again how sorry he was for not being able to take the guys to the game, how he was going to try harder next time. Also he wanted to know how they were doing and if they needed something. He said sorry like fifteen times and at that point she really didn’t care about it. Since their parents got divorced everything became a big mess for them, so the Woods kids decided to stuck even more together. She just let him talk and came back with the twins. When she arrived her brothers were talking to the guy who was sitting beside her and other two whom she supposed were his friends. The one besides her was a blue-eyed man with dark blonde hair. He was laughing with her brothers, and apparently they were talking about baseball, based in the words and few names she could recognize when she sat down again. Marie Anne totally imagined that her brothers started the conversation with the three guys because they always did the same. They talked for good ten minutes until the game started, then both Allan and Parker forgot they all existed. They always did the same and stayed like that for ten minutes or so, until they remember Marie Anne was there. Baseball game, same routine. That’s when she took her time to check her phone, because later they would almost yell at her for not watching the game. She could hear her mom complaining about always checking her phone and how she was worse than her brother. Probably that time her mom was right, because she barely heard the guy on her right talking to her. “It’s not their first game, right?” he asked, smiling at the crazy pair who was on their own world. “What?” she replied all distracted. When she connected back to the world, looked at the place where the voice that was talking to her came from. All she could see was two clear blue eyes putting her into their sight and almost making her forget there was a baseball game going on in front of them. “I was just asking if this is not their first game. Sorry I interrupted you.” he sweetly smiled like an apology for interrupt her. Marie Anne couldn’t do anything but smiling back at him. “No, no it’s fine. I was just checking work stuff and… Nothing important.” she started, placing her phone back on the pocket of her jeans. “And no, it’s not their first game even when it looks different. Their first time here was when they were five years old. Their birthday present. Mom hated every second of it.” she laughed quietly while looking at the court, trying to act normal -something that she thought wasn’t going very well-. He looked at her funny and turned just enough to look at her. “You are hating it too?” he had to ask because she wasn’t being very clear. “No, I like baseball. Not as much as those two, but I like it. But you know, the games are crazy long, so I don’t think I’ll lose something if I don’t watch it for five minutes.” she explained and turned a little her face to see his reaction with side-eye and a smirk. “You never know. That’s the magic on this game. You don’t know if the next ball is a homerun. Is unexpected.” he smiled to her and she automatically smiled him in return. “You are right. You never know if a ball will hit you in the head. Although it wouldn’t be nice, but I guess it could happen.” the girl joked, crossing her legs and taking her chance to get a drink of one of the sodas her brothers left behind. “Well, that would be a headache for sure!” and after saying that he turned to look at the game for some seconds because something happened, but she kept looking at him. Suddenly, all the crowd rise up and yelled. It seemed the Yankees were making a point. She could tell for the things she heard: “Go, go, go!”, “That’s how you hit the ball, man!”, “Show them who the Yankees are!!” Whatever it was, she really didn’t care a lot and kept laughing softly for the silly comment he made. When he sat down again, looked at her, laughing covering her mouth with her hand. “What are you laughing at?”. He couldn’t hold it and let a little giggle go out of his mouth. “Nothing… What you said was just funny. But I was also thinking that a headache is the last thing I need in my life right now” Marie Anne explained trying to stop herself from keep laughing. “You don’t seem very serious saying that while laughing”, he couldn’t stop either, and every time he tried to, he just looked at her and laughed even louder. “Well, I’m sorry but it’s your fault!” she giggled, now both of them getting back to normal. “What about the headaches? Are those because of these two?” She looked at them for a second, and stayed silent remembering all those times they were the reason why she never fell down. “No, they are good kids. Actually, almost everything but them gives me headaches lately.” He looked at her for a second and kept his eyes in the game. "That includes me…?” “No, don’t worry. There’s no way you could do such a thing.” Marie Anne smiled and for a second she regretted her honesty attack. She shouldn’t say such a thing to a guy she just met. “Good. I mean, otherwise I would really have to pay attention and watch the game.” he joked and turned his face and stared at her. He had a little smile in his face, and when she turned her face to look at him, he just pretended nothing happened and kept his head in the game. “Hey, that’s up to you. You spent money on the ticket for this game so you decide…” she lifted her shoulder in a half shrug like it was no big deal. Besides, that was a good way to hide that she knew he was looking at her. “You spent money on this too…” he responded as he took a sip of his drink and never took his eyes off the 4rd base, where a Sox’s player was scoring another point, leaving the distance between them and the Yankees at one point, what was a true danger. “No, it was my dad who bought them so I’m not feeling guilty.” and she smiled with a sassy grin while eating a nacho, which made the boy smile for seeing her acting like that in such a silly situation. “Then you don’t really HAVE to watch the game…” he looked at her, expecting what was going to be her next joke or funny witticism that was going to make him laugh. “Nope” she smiled to him, and seemed to see in his face something like a little smirk. They stayed in silence while the game was going on. And she was feeling really comfortable and kind of happy to be there. Marie Anne also felt a little silly when her brothers turned around and found her smiling to herself as she was watching the game and she could felt her cheeks turning a little red, so she excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she could hide from all the eyes at least for some minutes. He was a guy who she just met; she didn’t even know his name so it was stupid to act like a girl having a crush. The game was going to end and they were going to go in different ways. After she cooled up her face, she came back. When she arrived, the blond guy turned around and smiled to her. “We won! You lost it” “It’s been an hour, this games are long as one of Allan’s speeches about sports and their importance in a young person lifestyle so I know you are joking…” and right after that, her brothers started to fill her head with a very different kind of baseball terms, and curses and beautiful words about the game and their new friend. She sat down and listened to all the men she had around. From time to time, the guy looked at her and smiled and told her something about the game, while he was trying to talk with her brothers. For the way he smiled at her Marie Anne didn’t wanted to think he was flirting. He was handsome, but they were in the Yankees stadium and her brothers were there. Then she realized that she’d been flirting with him too, simply because she couldn’t help it. Any reasonable woman would do it if she was in front of him, especially when he had that cute smirk on his face. Besides, those blue eyes were too beautiful not to look at them. Anyways, she did all she could to keep her eyes on the game and not on him, just when it was completely necessary. What bothered her the most was ignoring his name. She tried to hear it, putting out her female talents making one or two comments in the men talk that was happening right beside her, but she didn’t hear anything but: man, dude, pal, buddy, mate, and a couple of compliments to her. Nothing else… Not a name; nor a nickname. Nothing, and that was really pissing her off. She wasn’t going to look for him on Facebook or something like that with his name but… She’d like to know it. Just for curiosity. Marie Anne even thought about asking his brothers when he went to the bathroom. It was going to end up in the messy twins making jokes and opening their big mouths, so she let that idea behind for the rest of the game. She knew she would regret her decision when she realized it was close to end. And she did. The twins were absolutely happy because the Yankees won and when it was over, all they wanted to do was getting pizzas from their favorite place as Marie Anne. When Parker and Allan grabbed their jackets and said their goodbyes to the three guys Marie Anne knew her chances were over, so she got her stuff too and waved goodbye. She was about to leave when the blue eyed guy offered her a handshake. Marie Anne couldn’t resist it and she grabbed his hand, though she wasn’t expecting to receive a small piece of paper and a smile telling her to keep the secret between them. She smiled back, and couldn’t help to bite a little her lower lip. They left, and she carefully kept the paper in her jeans’ pocket. Her face turned red and her smile was already stuck on her face -even if she tried hard to avoid it-, and fortunately her brothers didn’t notice when they left the stadium and got into the car, waiting anxious to get the pizza she promised. She drove until their favorite pizza place, and they got out running like the excited teenagers they actually were. “Don’t run! Pick a table and please, be careful or you’ll hit someone!” Marie Anne tried to warn them, but her brothers were already into the place when she ended the sentence. She took advantage of that second alone, so she turned around, took the paper out of the pocket and as she opened it she couldn’t help it. Her smile just grew bigger.                                                                                                    Next Chapter.  →

[mara-the-cactupus]

I miss my brothers, though I have none.

My sisters, yes – I remember playing with paper dolls in a sun-lit dining room, painting dollhouse furniture and mixing in too many colors until the pot became grey, running up from the basement and into the yard when an earthquake shook the house. I remember princess dresses and licking raw cookie batter. She had stuck stickers on the keys of her family’s piano, and there was a giraffe-shaped piggy bank guarding the entrance to her room. I remember the two of us, dark-headed and blonde.

But there’s just something different, something precious and strengthening about gazing into the eyes of a brother and watching him look back.

I used to shy away from men, always off on my own, sometimes gathered into a group of girls pretending to play house or ride horses through the woods. There’s a deep sense of solidarity that runs through all womanhood, and so it’s been easy to look for my sisters among the faces of a classroom and see at least three, five, ten of them whispering back. Sleepovers and fairytales, ghost stories told under sheets and ice cream cakes sliced into squares. I’ve always fallen in love with the girls who lead packs, following after them even after I see that they’ll always have someone else, someone standing just behind me in line.

They were the sun, and I just a satellite.

As I got older and more comfortable in my own voice, I learned how to create my own orbiting clusters: girls who I would befriend for a weekend trip, share all my secrets with, and then abandon when we returned to normal life and my smile grew too uncomfortable to hold.

It’s easier when there are just the two of us. I don’t have to juggle a whole gaggle of emotions and undercurrents, having to shape each expression to match the messages sent beneath the words; instead, there is just one set of eyes to focus on, one heart to please, one bond between us, strengthened and pulsing with light. Despite her flaws, she is a queen to me – and in that moment I can almost forget she has a court. Seven years I’ve been in her presence, and then... well. I’m on my third queen now, and while one is lost to time, the other’s colors remain firmly pinned to my breast like words drawn on in pen. Now when I see her, it’s not my smile that hurts.

But with boys, there are no kings... or if there are, then I would not be their subject anyway. Friendship does not come through an invitation. Oftentimes, it is by circumstance: a table, a group, a project. Boys before manhood are simple enough, missing half the frequencies that females broadcast.

They make me miss how it felt to be a kid.

I remember the boys of my childhood – nearly men now, tall enough to get their legs caught in picnic benches, mature enough to wrap me in a warm friendly hug without getting embarrassed or shuffling away.

Boys who poured mud in our buckets as kids, who we waged war against, year after year, even as our parents wiped the sand from our faces and we used our play-spears to stab marshmallows. Boys who wore glowsticks in the dark like a handful of noisy fireflies. Boys who outnumbered the girls, but then joined together with us to form our own tiny pack whenever we were faced with a group of camping strangers. Boys who paddled out to join us on the driftwood rafts that my first sister’s father had made. Boys who told silly jokes, and dared everyone to eat bugs while we teased them right back.

Siblings whose dreams I relearned every year, whose faces changed ever so slightly, betraying the adults they would become. Who, in the darkness, looked so peaceful and thoughtful that I watched their silhouettes against the sunlight with a kind of awe, feeling too old for my skin, nostalgic and floating on some current outside of time. Watching us drift our separate ways, now, knowing that I may never again come close to what we once were, then. We grew up with the kind of camaraderie that comes not from choosing each other as friends, but by being thrown together like siblings. Our bonds were forged through boredom and solidarity. Parents’ clicking cameras and our own sandaled feet running to the woods or to the beach, sneaking up on rabbits beneath the cabins or building forts out of driftwood. These are faces so ingrained into my memory that they continue to influence my evaluation of strangers today, individuals who I know intimately and yet barely know at all.

I have no brothers, and yet they are my brothers, in a way.

I want guys my age who I can hug platonically, who I can tease and who will tease me back, with all the verbal sparring that comes when two genders clash, and none of the hate. Boys who would wear dresses if you dared them to, and then laugh at each other’s choice in fashion. Boys who were once girls, and are now something else entirely. I want to be reminded that not all men are creatures to fear. The waves are lapping at my feet: perfect for kayaks, or drifting logs, or kicking splashes at each other until we’re all stripped down to our swimsuits and shivering in the sunny breeze. I want to swim in the ocean like a seal standing up, bouncing out of the water and letting the water cascade off me in tiny sun-soaked drops, feeling sleek and powerful and female. To be able to show off my body without fear, comfortable in the knowledge that they would never harm me.

I’ve watched them cry. I’ve seen them almost drown while swimming in the waves of our childhood, and I've seen them slide down from beach caves on sloping pathways of silt. I’ve gazed upon their faces across the campfire, the tiny stars far above peeping down as we reminisced about the time long gone, when we scared each other with halloween masks and dressed each other up in sparkly tutus. I think about autumn, with carved pumpkins and rainfall as calm and as smattering as these waves, remembering how fall was once synonymous with school, and childhood, and innocence. Now the summer is over, and they fade like the memories of sun. Oh, how I love these boys. My brothers. My stars.

They may be sons, but when I look into their eyes and see the plain curve of their smiles, I imagine that I might be a star to them, too.