#oh thisis so good

[poltergeist-coffee]

oh my god

[desolatehands]

ok but serious question for the dash. what books were you fond of when you were younger? I've always been a pretty avid reader myself, but I love hearing about peoples tastes.

[melissa-titanium]

HNNNNUUUUUAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH......... HHHHNnnnnnnNNNNNNNGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH WIIIIFEEEEEEE SPOTTTTTTTEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Drew a spider lily in place of dolls heart

[the-offside-rule]

Castiel Novak (Supernatural) - Baby Winchester

Requested: yes

Prompt: Cas being like a guardian angel to Y/n and Dean's baby

Warnings: none

Y/n stirred awake to the faint sound of her daughter’s cries through the baby monitor. She squinted at the clock on the nightstand; 3:14 am. Beside her, Dean was sprawled on his stomach, snoring softly, clearly exhausted from his recent hunting trip. She sighed, her heart swelling with affection. He needed rest. Silently, she reached over, turned off the baby monitor, and leaned down to kiss his cheek. "Thisis for your own good, Winchester." She whispered before slipping out of bed.

Padding softly down the hall, she stopped at her daughter’s room. The dim nightlight cast a soft glow across the nursery, and her breath hitched when she noticed someone standing by the crib. "You know, peopleusually knock before they come in." She said, gently knocking on the doorframe. Castiel turned sharply, startled. "Y/n. I apologize. I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll leave now." She stepped inside, her expression calm. "It’s okay. What are you doing here?" Castiel shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flickering back to the baby. "I… thought something was wrong." He said, but the lie was transparent, his usual stoicism faltering. Y/n chuckled softly. "Cas, you’re a terrible liar. What’s really going on?"

He sighed, looking at the baby. "It… has no arms." Y/n blinked before realizing what he meant. "Oh no, Cas. She’s swaddled. Here, look." She gently unwrapped the blanket, freeing her daughter’s tiny arms. "See? She’s fine." Castiel tilted his head, his intense blue eyes studying the baby. "Ah. I see. My mistake." He stepped back awkwardly. "Well, if I’m not needed-"

"Wait-" Y/n interrupted, her tone warm. "I need to feed her anyway. Would you like to hold her and feed her downstairs?" His eyes widened slightly. "You would trust me with this?" Y/n chuckled at the ever-so-serious face Cas had made so many times before. "Of course. You're a literal angel." She said, scooping her daughter up. "Come on." He hesitated, then nodded, following her downstairs.

In the living room, Castiel perched stiffly on the armchair, glancing around the cozy space as Y/n went to the kitchen to prepare a bottle. When she returned, she handed him the baby, guiding him on how to hold her properly. "Like this." She said, adjusting his hands. "Support her head." After a moment, he frowned. "No, no. Take it back. I fear I might break it." Y/n laughed softly. "Cas, you won’t break....it. Just relax." She handed him the bottle. "Now, feed her."

Castiel began feeding her, his expression softening as he watched the baby suckle. "Oh wow. Humans are remarkable." He murmured. "So fragile, yet so resilient. Especially the little ones." Y/n smiled, settling onto the couch. "You’re practically human yourself, Cas. You’re pretty remarkable too."

Before Castiel could respond, footsteps creaked on the stairs, and Dean appeared, holding a crowbar. His serious expression melted into one of surprise when he saw Castiel feeding their daughter. "What the hell’s going on?" Dean asked, setting the crowbar down. "Why’d you turn off the baby monitor? I thought something was wrong." Y/n shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "I wanted you to get some sleep. You looked exhausted."

"Why’d you say that this was for my own good? I thought you were possessed or something." Dean added. "And ypu didn't stop me then and there? You figured an extra ten minutes of beauty sleep would've helped you fight a demon better?" Dean rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze shifting to Castiel. "And what’s he doing here?" Y/n grinned. "Found us a babysitter." Castiel looked up. "I would be adequate for that position."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "As long as you don’t teach her any bad habits." Y/n scoffed, smirking at Dean. "I’d trust Cas to be a better influence than you." Dean smirked back, dropping onto the couch beside her. "You'd trust Cas?" She nodded. "I like Cas." Dean grabbed the remote and pulled her in closer. "You like me a lot too though, right?" She didn't answer, instead she grinned over to Cas. "Don’t give him that look. I know you two are gonna plot something against me soon enough."

"What? You don't live with Sam anymore so I can't plot anythin with him anytime soon."

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Secure in your Lap

ft Nanami Kento

a/n: I can't believe I finally wrote thisI So this was inspired by this ask from @sitarawrites. It was supposed to be a cute fluffy fic, but somehow devolved into this angsty piece, so idk. Although I wrote this fic with a desi/asian reader in mind, I think anyone with a difficult relationship with their parents can relate to this, and I hope it comes across that way.

Rating: 13+, nothing explicit or sexual

Warnings: difficult family dynamics, mentions of familial trauma, guilt, manipulation

Pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

Summary: A phone call from reader's mother results in her remembering all the reasons she's grateful for her now fiance.

Word Count: 2343

Nanami masterlist

It’s never a good day when your mother calls. Sometimes you wonder why you put up with it and allow her to test your boundaries, despite setting a schedule that you would not be calling her except for Tuesday and Friday nights.

Even the hour spent on those nights are tedious at best. They never make you feel better; it's all for her. It makes her feel better. And despite the fact that you have graciously made this time for her, she never seems to appreciate it. In fact, most of these conversations are one-sided. You’ll have your headphones in, while she chatters away, as you try to focus on other tasks, like folding laundry, or tidying up the general clutter that always accumulates in the living room, throwing in the occasional ‘uhm hm’ every few minutes so that she knows you’re still on the line.

You’ve learned to tune out most of the conversation because very little of it is ever relevant to you. Unless you hear a few key words such as ‘dad’ or ‘finances’ or ‘house’ you don’t really pay attention to the conversation at all. Because you know how most of these conversations go. They start with her talking about her day, complaining about her job. Then she complains about your dad, despite knowing you’ve heard it all before. Then it devolves into blaming other people for circumstances she’s in right now based on events that happened long ago. 

When all of these topics are exhausted, she gets to her juiciest arsenal; you. Oh, the things she has to say about you, about how you were such a wonderful child, sweet and obedient and how you suddenly became this rough woman who she doesn’t know how to talk to anymore. Or how you’ve stopped visiting of late, that you’re never home for the holidays, and that she blames your boyfriend for this. Then it’s criticism of your life choices, starting with how you moved in with your boyfriend while unmarried, the fact that he’s not from the same ethnic background as you, or the fact that she blames your ‘attitude’ on him because he defends you from her each time. 

Today it was about how you could do so much better than him, and you finally snap. 

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

There’s a moment of silence, then with uncontained glee, she says, “Oh, I’m sorry. Well relationships sometimes don’t work out, it’s ok-”

“Because he asked me to marry him.” You finish bluntly, cutting her off. “He’s not my boyfriend anymore because he’s my fiance.” You wait for the bomb to drop.

“Oh.” Your mother’s voice sounds tight, like it’s been stretched taut between pins on a tacking board. “And when did this happen?”

“He proposed last Sunday.”

“And I’m finding out just now. You really must hate me…”

“Don’t do that,” You warn, keeping your voice deadly calm. You knew if you raised it or gave any signs that her words had affected you, it would give her a rush of satisfaction. “Either you’re happy for us or you’re not. Now which is it?”

“Well, it hardly matters now does it? Although I supposed I should be grateful you’re marrying him after all this time. There’s nasty gossip back in our community…so at least you’ve spared me from the embarrassing idea that you wouldn’t marry a man you’ve been living with like an unprincipled woman.”

“How lovely,” you said through gritted teeth. “Be sure to tell the community I have zero fucks to give them as well.”

“Language…I raised such a proper girl, when did you start saying filth like this?”

“I have to go mom. Your behavior will determine if you’re invited to the wedding or not.”

“You are the type to exclude your mother from your own wedding.I’ve known that for years. So it wouldn’t be that much of a surprise. Anyway, talk to you later…Friday night now?”

She disconnects the call and you sit there in disbelief, heart racing. Every time you stand up for yourself, you know it should feel like a victory but somehow, she manages to even steal that from you. You sigh and rest your head against the back of the car seat.

You had just driven home after a long day’s work and decided that it would be easier to talk to your mom in the car and finish it off since you didn’t want to detract from the peace you feel at home. You feel tears prick the back of your eyes and your throat feels like it’s closing in on itself. 

Why did you let her in on your life? There’s a strange sense of loyalty to her despite her abuse of you. Because despite everything, there are certain things she did which she wouldn’t have done if she hadn’t loved you. Putting you through your degrees, both bachelor’s and master’s. Letting you live at your parent’s house for free when you were in between jobs. Letting you borrow their car to get to job interviews. There’s signs of love there but why did it have to come attached with this emotionally manipulative price tag?

You let yourself cry for a short while, then hold up your left hand to admire the engagement ring your now fiance had picked out. A watery smile breaks out over your face as you look at it. You feel vain when you allow yourself to do this, but you can’t help it. You weren’t really looking at it for it’s monetary value, but more so for what it symbolized; the peace and balance he brought to your life, the maturity your own parents lacked while raising you, and the security that it didn’t matter if you made a bad choice, he’d never make you feel worse about it.

Wiping away your tears, you turn off the car and quickly look at yourself in the mirror. Thankfully your makeup hadn’t smudged much and you could chalk up the tiredness in your eyes as lack of sleep. You take a deep breath before getting out and entering your home. Your fiance was unloading takeout containers from a bag as you entered. He looks up and smiles warmly at you.

“Thought I heard you in the driveway,” he says as he comes over to embrace you, his arms enveloping you with affection. Nanami presses a kiss to your forehead then pulls you in closer, tucking your head under his chin.

You let yourself rest against the warmth of his broad chest, the comfortingly familiar feel of his body relief to the turmoil inside your chest. Resting your cheek on his chest, you close your eyes and breathe in deeply. 

“Y/n? Are you all right?”

Nanami always notices. There’s never a single moment when he’s out of touch with your feelings. He’s learned all the lines in your face, the way your different facial muscles contract or relax depending on how you're feeling. He notices the tension in your shoulders, the slight drop in energy in your step as you walk through the door. Nanami always notices. 

You slowly shake your head no. The flurry of feelings inside you, the hurt, the disappointment, the inability to cut off your mom for good, the overwhelming feeling of being inadequate, a disappointment, churn inside you to the point that you feel like you may never come out of this cyclone feeling like a winner. It’s so complex that you’re not even sure where to begin or how to put it into words. Your thoughts and feelings tangle like a ball of string, knotting into a mess of strands that are impossible to separate. 

“Kento.”

“Yes my love?” His hands run soothingly over your back. 

“I need your lap.”

That was all you could say at the moment. The complexity of everything was too much to bear. Over the years his lap has become a safe space for you. A quiet, designated spot where you could feel everything you wanted to, without any judgment. 

Nanami nodded wordlessly, gently taking your hand and leading you to the couch, sitting down and pulling you on top of his lap. Your feet wrap around his lower back, wedged between the sofa cushions and his body while your head rests on his chest, listening to his breathing and you try to match yours to his, a calming technique you’ve learned over the years.

His large hands play with your hair, stroking it, cupping the back of your head and gently pressing kisses to your forehead. He’s learned over the years that lap sessions meant you were in a state of distress and that it wasn’t his place to force you to talk. You would talk when you’re ready, if at all. 

“Mom?” he asks softly, his voice fluttering through the top of your hair. You merely nod, the thought of explaining it too difficult to even form words. A deep hum of understanding echoes from his chest and you close your eyes at the comforting sound.

Everything about him screamed security. You remember one time breaking a cup while making your morning coffee, the distinct crack of shattering porcelain filling the kitchen. You had flinched, waiting for the tirade of blame and accusations of clumsiness to come at you, only to see Nanami rushing over to you, concern etched all over his face.

“Are you all right? You didn’t get cut?” His words had brought you to tears, that his primary thought had been you and your safety, instead of a very replaceable coffee cup. No one yelling at you for making a mess in the kitchen, or muttering under their breath that you had wasted a usable mug. Nanami had, in a befuddled state, watched as you came to his side, wrapping your arms around him. It wasn’t until 2 weeks after the incident had happened that you had told him what that moment meant to you. 

And now here you were, again, allowing your mom to rob you of the happiness you had worked so hard to build. You're amazed at the patience Nanami has with you, at the way he always reassures you, never letting you forget your worth. That you're more than just your parents’ child. That you are a whole human being on your own, that has the right to live your life without their interference. 

“I don't think I want my parents at our wedding.” The words fall out of your mouth. There's lingering guilt but deep down, you knew it was for the best. 

Nanami adjusts himself on the couch and leans back against the cushions. Most of the time, he leaves handling your parents up to you, despite how much it bothers him that they ruin your mood every time. But there's understanding in his eyes. 

“Not even your dad? I thought you wanted him to give you away.”

“My dad’s an enabler. He'll never come if I don't invite my mom. Besides,” you inhale deeply and continue, “The only person worthy of giving me away is myself.” You gaze into his warm brown eyes, feeling proud that you had come this far. This would be your achievement today. That you were able to say these words and believe them. 

“That’s so very true sweetheart.” He gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Look at you, remembering your affirmations.”

Although it’s not much, you still feel yourself glowing at his praise. Growth on your end. “Besides, if they got involved, they’d hijack all the planning, blow it up into a grand ceremony even though that’s not what we want. It’s just easier without them.”

“Anything you want.” He brushes his lips against your hair.

“No, not anything I want. It’s your wedding too. I’d be ok if you wanted a ceremony. I imagine there’s lots of people you’d want to invite. I just won’t be inviting anyone from my side. Except for my best friend.”

He grasps your chin between his fingers and with sincerity asks you, “How did you imagine it?”

You consider this for a second. Previously, you had imagined the typical traditional wedding that people of your background were expected to have. But the image has been fading lately, and now, unburdened from your parents’ expectations, your mind immediately creates a picture.

“I want to do it at the beach. Just…no expectations, no one grumbling about how we skimped on decorations or other unnecessary things like flowers. I want…to walk down towards you on the sand, barefoot. Feel the ocean breeze on my face. There’s a small group of guests. Very minimalistic.”

He looks like he’s considering it for a moment but his expression doesn’t show signs of objection. “We could do that. Small wedding, intimate ceremony.”

“Really?” You look at him with love in your eyes.

“Really. I think all the people I want to invite would easily fit into this setting.”

You lean forward and wrap your arms around him tightly. There were simply no words to express how grateful you are for him, for his presence in your life. That you could actually be a family, just the two of you.  You lean back to take in all of him, just sitting serenely on the couch, in this shared space the both of you called home now. 

“Thank you, Kento.” You say quietly. You know it’s unnecessary, that his love is so very unconditional, no emotional price tags attached. “I know I’m not the easiest to love sometimes.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He draws you tightly to his chest. “It’s so easy to love you. Because every small thing you do is filled with love and consideration. Thoughtfulness. Emotion. And that’s enough. You don’t have to be more than that.”

Your heart swells as you hear his words, the only person to ever really understand just how much you needed to know those things. 

“I’m enough.” You whisper softly, still on his lap, resting comfortably in his embrace. You rest your head on his shoulder, eyes closing.

I’m enough…

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[aquato-family-circus]

Interns & Teachers hcs best to worst

Morris obvs we know doesn't wanna trade his mentorship with Milla so they must get along well, or at least he thinks so! I think he really respects and admires her, and wants to impress her. Milla on her part is textually a very good teacher and caregiver so she probably has given Morris a lot to work with to grow and improve. Maybe Morris was even more of a rascal and trouble maker before we met him and Milla taught him to at least put that energy toward something productive. Like Pirate Radio!

I don't USUALLY like going to extra material for things I think are true but the art book says Adam is senior to the other interns which I think implies he actually has spent plenty of time with Truman, rather than the impression the game gives of "none at all hes in a coma, lol".

That being said I imagine their mentorship is on a very professional feeling level. they get along and maybe Truman even tries to be friendly and casual with the boy, but Adam is super focused on being a good student and working on his big historical project. After the mole incicent though maybe he loosens up! He nearly lost the chance to talk to his mentor ever again after all.

Gisu and Otto are super duper casual in contrast to Adam and Truman. Gisu skateboards into his lab, yells WHATS UP TEACH! Otto says something abt his latest project before throwing a wrench at Gisu who catches it mid sick skate flip because Otto just expects her to help with said project in exchange to credits + not having to do homework for a week. They barely talk outside of this bc the agreement is not spoken and just based on vibes and knowing winks.

After the games I think Lizzie swings back to Compton's and he gives her a stern look and a raised eyebrow like you didn't do my assignment? and Lizzies like dude I tried man. and she thinks shes gonna get a lecture but instead Compton's like I'm sorry about that, let's start over, and then they play chess and he wins 3 times in a row. He learns Lizzie likes "weird" and "ugly" animals like bugs and rats and he makes some new assignment about just observing them in the wild, maybe try to talk to them if she can! and reporting back to him. Lizzie still thinks thisis a bit lame but at least she doesnt have to set up a Goat Trap so its an improvement

Sam learns what Coach did at camp and she doesn't do anything actively malicious but she does give him horrible stink eye for like a week. afterwards they go back to getting along surprisingly well aside from all the times Sam says some shit that sounds oddly like a threat but it goes over Oleander's head like half the time.

If Adam and Truman are a good professional vibe, Norma and Hollis are a bit of a stinky professional vibe. Hollis obviously thinks shes a capable young girl, she did let her teach class while she was off meditating about bills. But Norma wants so much more than that and tries so so so hard to impress her even though she ALSO thinks her homework assignment is boring and childish. She goes to Hollis' office like I want a different assignment, with the unspoken want "do not treat her like a child". and Hollis is like oh ok do you want to learn some advanced techniques that come from reading this big dry book of theory as big as your head. and Norma is like well, no. and Hollis is like ok then do your assignment very neutrally and Norma leaves thinking SHE HATES ME!!! bc I think Norma probably has. bad responses to rejection.

Hopefully Norma improves over time though bc I think! I think Hollis could possibly see a lot of potential in her!! She might even see a girl who's impatient, prone to rash decisions, and wants to prove herself so badly, and see herself in her. which is something that's only just occured to me but i enjoy the idea a lot so thats where I'll end this.

[haysgrove]

i drew fanart of nina

OH MY GOODNESS NINA FANART NINA FANART!!!!

thisis so real n true she is the smallest

[lakesbian]

i would actually like to write canon-compliant brian suffering to fill in the brian gap wildbow left at the end like a dumbass but i don't think i can get in the head of someone with his specific brand of issues well. i love him though. personally i think he did actually have time to get off the oil rig he just looked up and saw the light and couldn't bring himself to care enough to run this time. personally i think hes friends with taylor and alec in the undersiders who killed themselves for emotional development reasons club. except w/ him there wasn't even a catharsis element to it he was just tired. 0 emotional development involved actually he was just so so tired. and then he ends up getting dug out of the grave later anyway (permanent skeleton rebirthmarks on brian my best friend permanent skeleton rebirthmarks on brian) and feels like a dead man walking and everyone can Literally see it on his face. and he finds out he didn't fuck aisha up as bad as he thought he did. and he finds out taylor pulled a final taylor moment and feels like they were always sort of similar people (i.e horribly insecure and sad and desperately control-freaking + carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders to feel even slightly okay about being alive) and sort of dedicates his second chance to healing in the way they both deserved to. and rachel continues taking taylor's advice and gives him a puppy 2 take care of. which is actually very helpful i think puppy cuddles could help him a little bit. anyway i'm way off topic but that's what ward is about to me. i think brian should get to have his aisha reunion and meet the heartbroken and be like Oh God. You Turned Into Me. which aisha VEHEMENTLY denies despite standing there with her cornrows and blatantly brian-style leather jacket. i think it would be good for him to be around children so awful he can't compulsively manage them even if he wants to and he just has to watch his little sister (who turned out okay and actually says things like 'i missed you' and 'love you' now) Be An Okayishly Adjusted Adult abt said children. do you understand my vision thisis what ward is about in the good world to me. worlds saddest ever guy brian having nice things. please

[xmads-omensx]

CHAPTER 2 - I CANNOT HIDE WHAT'S ON MY MIND

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3,571

Content Warnings: swearing, smoking cigarettes (don't smoke kids), mentions of a previous toxic relationship, mentions of a minor injury, cleaning a wound, mentions of blood, mentions of Ronnie Radke, mentions of jail (Ronnie Radke), mentions of alcohol consumption

Taglist: @concreteangel92 @lma1986 @dragonfly92 @thisis--mj @bloody-delusion-expert @girlagainstg0d

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BECCA

“I’m Andy. Pleasure to meet you.” He said with a slight smirk.

“Becca.” I said quietly. Barely above a whisper.

“I know. We already established that.” He laughed in a whisper.

He instantly made me feel at ease with how he smiled at me. Andy then began to lead me further into the bus, towards the bathroom, with a gently pull on my elbow that he was still holding like I was made of glad.

Most of the curtains across the bunks were open, except for a couple that must’ve had people in them. Few of the bunks that were visible to me had been made, most had the covers haphazardly strewn on them with food wrappers and various chargers on them. It was painfully obvious that men lived on this bus. God how messy could people be.

When we reached the end of the narrow corridor, Andy paused and opened the door at the end, revealing a small bathroom.

“Sorry about the mess.” Andy laughed, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand.

“It’s okay. The rest of my band are guys so I’m kind of used to it at this point.” I smiled. I was beginning to feel better now, which was most definitely down to Andy’s kindness.

He gestured for me to hop up onto the tiny countertop, however, due to the wound on my hand I was unable to do so and ended up just staring at him with a lost expression covering my face. He looked at me expectantly, not really sure why I wasn’t moving.

“I can’t get up Andy. My hand… remember?” I laughed.

“Oh shit yeah.” He immediately leapt into action, wrapping his arms around my thighs and lifting me up onto the counter. I let out a mix between a gasp and a shriek and he laughed again. God, I could never get tired of hearing him laugh.

He rubbed the back of his neck again, I assumed it was a nervous habit of his, and turned his head away, barely hiding the blush that had materialised on his cheeks.

“Here, give me your hand.” He said gently. I held my hand out to him and he took it in his much larger one. The antibacterial wipe stung my hand, making me wince and flinch away in pain. “Sorry.” Andy muttered.

“It’s okay. You can’t really help it.” I laughed, making him laugh in return.

He then looked closer at my hand, as if examining the wound. “Now I’m not a doctor by any means, but I don’t think you need any stitches.” He explained, “But I do think that this will scar.”

He went back into the first aid box and pulled out a dressing, which he gently unwrapped and delicately stuck to the palm of my hand.

“Ta-da! Good as new.” He laughed.

“Thanks, Andy.” I replied with a smile.

“It’s no problem at all. Ronnie is kind of an ass.” He shrugged, again rubbing the back of his neck.

I laughed at that.

“Anyone else I need to be aware of?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“No. That about covers it. If you avoid Ronnie, and don’t do anything that might piss him off, you’re set.” He explained with a smile.

“Great.” I replied, still smiling back at him. “Well, I better head back to my bus now.” I hopped off the counter.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He quickly said. “I’ll see you around I guess.”

“Yeah, see you around.” I replied with a smile, before leaving and heading back to my own bus.

The walk back was short, considering my bus was only five away from Andy’s. The night was dark and chilly. You could see the stars perfectly. As I got closer to the bus, I could hear the yelling and laughing of my bandmates. They weren’t exactly a quiet bunch, but what exactly would you expect from a bunch of unruly guys in their early twenties.

I opened the door, and they all fell quiet, looking at me expectantly. I gave them all a smile and closed the door behind me.

“I was with Andy from Black Veil Brides.” I began, “He was patching me up because I cut my hand on some fucking glass when Ronnie pushed me.”  

The guys erupted in laughter, making kissing faces and wolf-whistling at me, implying that something more had happened while I was on his bus.

I simply laughed and shook my head. If I responded, they would be certain that something had happened between the two of us.

“Are you okay though, in all seriousness?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine.” I replied. “Just a bit sore, but I’ll just bruise by the morning.”

With a shrug, I walked back to my bunk to try and get some much needed sleep before we departed for our next location tomorrow.

A short and dreamless sleep found me quickly after I had crawled into by cramped bunk.

ANDY

She was beautiful.

Becca.

I repeated her name over and over again in my head as I lay in my bunk waiting for sleep to claim me.

I never struggled to sleep on tour. In fact, it usually came to me easily.

But she wouldn’t let me. Fuck. I had only just met the girl and she was already stopping me from functioning as I normally did.

I found myself smiling at just the thought of her as I lay alone in the dark. I had never felt this way after just meeting someone for a brief few minutes before. Sure, I felt this way about my ex, but never since. Hell, I was angry at myself for ever feeling like this when I was with my ex.

Doubt began creeping into my brain.

Who are you even kidding, Andy?

Becca will never feel the same way about you.

You’re a loser.

A deadbeat.

You aren’t going anywhere in life.

You’re in a metal band for fucks sake.

But so is she.

She’s in a band too.

I groaned as I ran my hands down my face in frustration as I grew angry with my brain. It had recently been working over time fucking up my day.

I had only just met Becca, she wasn’t worth losing sleep over. At least not yet anyway.

Her deep green eyes haunted my thoughts as I rolled over to face the curtain that separated my bunk from the rest of the bus.

My dyed dark hair found its way into my mouth, frustrating me even more as I spluttered trying to get it out of my mouth.

A hand  shot its way into my bunk from the other side of the curtain, smacking me on my forehead.

“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” A voice I identified as CC angrily groaned. His voice was laced with tiredness, which instantly made me feel even more terrible on top of how I already felt.

I threw an arm over my eyes and groaned once more. I was never going to get to sleep at this rate. Not when Becca plagued my thoughts, and Allison haunted them.

I needed air.

With yet another groan, I crawled out of my bunk and trudged to the door, grabbing my jacket on the way out.

The cool night air clung to my body despite the jacket. Upon checking my phone, I realised it was 2:32am. Fuck. We were leaving for the next location on the tour at 8:30am, so there wasn’t really much point trying to sleep. I would probably take a power nap when we got there between sound check and our actual set itself.

Shivering and pulling the jacket closer to my body, searching for some sense of warmth, I walked towards a picnic bench that was nearby our bus. It was slightly damp, but I didn’t care. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes before lighting one.

I pulled the cigarette to my lips and inhaled deeply, warmth flooding my being. I released the smoke with a big puff of air.  

The night sky was illuminated with bright stars that painted a beautiful pattern across the world.

In that moment, I felt the most peaceful I had felt in a very long time. My long hair blew gently in the mild breeze.

My thoughts began to wander again, but not where I wanted them to.

Becca sat on the bathroom counter. Her legs touching mine ever so slightly. I could smell her floral perfume wafting through the small space. Her deep green eyes staring into my own blue ones. She plagued me.

Then the image changed. Instead of Becca sat in front of me, Allison sat there. Her long, poorly highlighted, blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as her grating voice filled the space. My heart began to ache at the thought of her.

Sure, I missed her. But I could never forgive her for what she did to me.

I loved her. Still do in some fucked up way. We spent so much time devoting ourselves to eachother before it all fell apart.

Thankfully, a door shutting loudly forced me out of those thoughts.

However, my thankfulness was also cut short when I realised who had closed the door.

Looking over my shoulder to see who it was, my eves widened at the sight of Becca slowly making her way out of the bus in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and some short pyjama shorts. My dick twitched slightly in my sweatpants.

No.

Evil dick.

Don’t do that.

Not now.

Please.

Great. I’ve reached a point in my life where I need to beg my dick to behave itself around her.

What has my life come to?

“You got another one of those?” She asked with an awkward laugh, gesturing to the cigarette I had in my hand.

I couldn’t being myself to speak IDIOT, so instead I opted for just handing the box to her, letting her take one, before offering her the lighter.

She lit her cigarette and inhaled before exhaling the smoke with a deep sigh.

“You okay?” I asked with a slight laugh.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. Just can’t get back to sleep.” She laughed back.

“Lucky you. I couldn’t get to sleep in the first place.” I sighed.

“How come?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” I laughed. “My brain won’t shut up.” I added, tapping the side of my head, making her laugh.

Oh that laugh.

That laugh was the most perfect sound I had ever heard.

“I feel that.” She replied, putting out her cigarette.

“What’s stopping you from sleeping then?” I asked, trying to get the conversation away from me as I knew I was bound to tell her whatever she wanted to know, and I wasn’t quite ready to tell her about Allison.

“Same as you I guess.” Becca replied. “I was sleeping great, woke up to get some water, then couldn’t go back to sleep. My brain likes to wander around at night.” She added with a breathy laugh.

“It sucks.” I said with a sigh.

“Damn straight.” Becca laughed.

She laughed a lot.

I liked that.

Maybe our kids would have the same laugh?

Woah Andy, slow the fuck down.

“So, what brings you to Warped Tour?” I asked after a few moments of silence, desperate to hear more of her voice.

“Same as you. We want to play for more people. Get our name out there, you know?” She responded.

“It’s harder than I thought it would be. Being in a band.” I said, swinging my leg a little bit.

“Oh God, yes it’s hard.” She laughed. Once again, making my heart flutter.

“Touring sucks.” I added.

“These fucking bunks are killing me.” Becca giggled.

Oh no.

The giggle was far more lethal than her laugh.

I was absolutely fucked.

“So, what’s the deal with Ronnie?” She asked me after a few moments of comfortable silence. “I’ve gathered that he’s a massive asshole, but why?”

“Nobody told you yet?” I asked, slightly surprised, as usually Ronnie’s antics before Warped Tour were common knowledge in the scene.

“Nope.” She answered, popping the p.

“Long story short, he went to jail for about a year before Warped Tour.” I summarised.

“Damn.” She muttered under her breath.

“Yeah. I try to stay out of his way as much as I can.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

“I might just have to follow your lead with that one.” She said with a quiet laugh.

We fell into a comfortable silence once again, gazing up at the stars overhead.

Much like before, a door closed, startling the two of us.

“Becca, what are you doing out here?” Luke called out to her.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She replied with a shrug.

“Come back in before you get sick.” He said. “We can’t lose our singer before tour gets going.”

“I’ll be back in soon.” Becca promised.

That seemed to appease Luke as he disappeared back into their bus, shutting the door behind him.

She smiled warmly at me before lying down on the picnic bench, pulling me down behind her harshly.

We lay like that for a while.

Staring up at the stars.

My mind began to wander again.

Becca made my heart leap in a way nobody ever had before. Not even Allison.

I was in too deep and I was petrified I wouldn’t be able to crawl my way out of this.

For fucks sake, I had only just met the girl and my heart was beating so hard I worried it might burst out of my chest and swallow me whole.

In that moment, my stupid mind decided to wander once again.

Allison.

I couldn’t get hurt again.  

Not after what happened.

I decided that I would never let Becca close to my heart. She could try and get in, but I wouldn’t let her.

BECCA

The stars above us were beautiful. Each one told its own unique story. Like us.

Andy and I had been laying on the table in silence for about ten minutes, gazing up at the night sky, before I decided to speak.

I couldn’t take any more of my mind racing with thoughts about him.

There was something about him that made my heart flutter in my chest.

Maybe it was his angelic blue eyes?

Or his kind smile?

I couldn’t figure it out.

I stole glances at him here and there. This feeling made me feel like I had returned to middle school. I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“So whe-“

“Do you li-“

We both started to speak at the same time, making us laugh gently.

“You first.” I said.

“No, I’m sure whatever you were going to say is far more interesting than what I was going to say.” Andy laughed.

“Okay fine.” I pretended to be mad at him, making him laugh harder. “Where are you from, Andy?” I asked.

A pause.

Andy began laughing once again.

“What’s so funny?” I sat up, acting offended.

“Nothing, nothing.” Andy said between laughs. “I just thought you were going to say something super profound for some reason.”

“Profound? Really?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes. You seem like you have loads of profound thoughts.” He said with a completely serious look, which didn’t last long before he began laughing again.

“Answer the question, idiot.” I yelled with a laugh.

“Cincinnati.” He sighed, sounding slightly pained from laughing.

“Oh, nice.” I replied.

“That’s it? That’s all you got? After all that?” Andy mocked offense at my simply reply.

“What do you want me to say?” I laughed, raising my hands in defence.

“I don’t know, something more than that at least.” He replied.

“Oh my god.” I sighed.

“Where are you from?” Andy asked.

“Richmond.” I replied

“Virginia?” He asked.

“No fucking Mars.” I laughed sarcastically. “Of course Virginia.”

Andy turned away with a huff, making me laugh.

My heart was beating faster and faster as our conversation went on.

Oh God.

Was I falling for him?

No.

There was no way.

I didn’t fall for people. Never.

Besides, I only just met the guy, there was no way I could be feeling this way yet.

When we met after Ronnie pushed me, I felt that spark you hear about in movies. But that doesn’t exist. Right?

Andy had me questioning everything and we had only just met hours before.

Maybe I was just excited about the tour. Yes. That’s what it was. Excitement. Not love.

“Do you like Batman?” Andy turned back to face me.

“Huh?” I replied, slightly confused by his random question.

“Do. You. Like. Batman?” He asked again, slowing down the question as if he were trying to make it easier to understand. “That’s what I was going to ask you earlier.”

“Well, I can’t really comment on that because I’ve never actually seen Batman?” I responded quietly. I was getting the vibe that Andy wouldn’t be a massive fan of my response. I was right.

“WHAT!” Andy roared, making a man, who I had previously been introduced to as CC, pop his head out of the Black Veil Brides bus door in order to call out a “Shut the fuck up!” Before slamming it shut again.

Andy and I looked at eachother for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“I guess that’s a sign that we should both head back to bed?” Andy said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Good night Andy.” I said, turning to walk back to my bus.

“I am so making you watch Batman before Warped is over.” Andy called from over his shoulder before entering his bus.

I smiled at the thought.

No.

Don’t do that.

Don’t get attached.

Tour would end, and I would head back to Virginia and never see him again. Unless we both got on Warped Tour next Summer.

No.

I need to stop getting my hopes up over things that most likely won’t happen.

The Magpies didn’t attract a massive crowd, and surely a bigger band would come along and take our spot next year.

In that moment I made a promise to myself. Enjoy this Summer no matter what. I was going to sing my heart out, party hard, sleep around if I wanted. It wasn’t like I was going to find my future husband in one of these weird, drunk, sweaty metalhead men that we were touring with.

A nice fling would do the trick.

It would allow me to have fun and stop these feelings that I apparently have for Andy.

Or I could hook up with Andy and get it out of my system?

No, I better not.

At least not yet.

“Becca, stop standing in the fucking hallway and go to sleep.” Theo whispered harshly, sticking his bunk. “Your aggressive thinking is keeping me awake, so please get into your bunk and go to sleep.”

“Fine.” I sighed, pulling back the curtain of my bunk and crawling into the cramped space.

I pulled by black duvet over myself and snuggled down, trying to get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

But sleep didn’t come for a while

Andy’s laugh echoed in my brain, preventing me from finding any sign of sleep.

An hour had passed of me tossing a turning in my small bunk before I had exhausted myself enough to close my eyes and finally rest.

Still, images of Andy appeared in my dreams.

I was fucked.

ANDY

Upon my return to my bunk, I found no sleep whatsoever.

Not for a lack of trying.

I counted sheep, took some medication that CC used, I even ventured into the world of ASMR on Youtube, but none of it helped.

She haunted my mind.

Images of Becca laughing were rapidly replaced by Allison.

My happiness was stomped out every time I tried to change what I thought about.

I was such a fucking idiot.

Why did I think that someone like Becca could ever have feelings for someone like me.

Granted, we had only met hours ago, so it wasn’t like my feelings ran deep, but I still wanted her.

No.

I craved her.

I wanted to be the reason she smiled, laughed, cried. I wanted to be her everything.

But I couldn’t get attached. Not after what happened.

My relationship with Allison ended so unbelievably badly, it felt like one of those plotlines you see on a soap opera.

She tore my heart out of my chest and stamped on it.

Sure, I had hurt her too, but only because she hurt me.

We made eachother toxic, and I would be damned if I ever leet that happen between myself and Becca, therefore I could never be with her.

Hell.

I could never be with anyone.

Dawn was approaching and so was our departure time. I began to question if it was even worth going to sleep, but my eyelids answered for me as they fell closed and refused to reopen.

My sleep was dreamless, which I thanked God for, because I knew exactly what my dreams would contain, and I didn’t want to relive those memories.

I made a promise to myself that I would do whatever I could to avoid Becca. That way I wouldn’t get my heart broken, and I wouldn’t break hers in the process.

Chapter 3 - coming soon

WE DON'T BELONG MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

[pianostarinwonderland]

DID YOU SEE AZULS OUTFIT FOR THE EVENT

I DID

LIKE HOLY FUCK

HE REALLY LOOKS LIKE A DAD ON VACATION WTF HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HE REALLY LOOJS LIKE HE OWNS A MANSION AND DRIVES HIS OWN GOLF CART

BUT ALSO HE LOOKS SO FUCKING FINE????

Like like like there are literally two wolves inside of me: the one cackling at how dad like Azul looks… AND THE ONE THAT’S ALL LIKE HE LOOKS LIKE A DAD THEREFORE HE LOOKS LIKE HUSBAND MATERIAL OIGHFOGIGUFHDJJDDOJX

Thisis the first time he shows THIS MUCH SKIN. WDYM HIS ARMS ARE OUT IN THE OPEN ?:!:!:?:??:!;!; YOUR ARMS ARE EXPOSED FOR WHAT ASHENGROTTO 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

His arms also kinda 🫣🫣🫣🫣 uuOUUUUGHHHHHHUIUUUI SLIM BUT KINDA TONED TOO LIKE WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LOOK AT THAT CONTOUR MHHMGNNGMGMMMHMMMMMMM HIS RUNNING STAMINA MAY BE SHIT BUT HOTDOG HIS ARMS ARE NO JOKE

AND HIS NECK!!! HIS NECK AND COLLARBONENNNDSSHHDNDJDJSJSKSJJDDJFJSJSKKD OH MY GOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I KEEP STARING AT HIS NECK MHJNMMMMM FLOYD IS SO RIGHT WHEN HE SAYS THAT AZUL LOOKS TASTY 🤤🤤🤤

I wonder what reference is being made on his accessories, aka bracelet and necklace. But also GOD even him wearing bracelet and necklace makes me so soft 😭😭 being so fucking real when I say that if I were to gift someone I really love smth, I’d gift them a bracelet or a necklace so Azul wearing Both makes me weak on the knees

Also am so happy that he’s drawn 3/4 left, I personally love that angle of him. And he looks Good here like lordddd even as an R card, he’s serving 🤧🤧 I’m in absolute heaven

[acanth3]

追憶＊マリオネットの糸の先 / Reminiscence＊End of the Marionette's Strings

EPISODE 6

Kuro: ~…..♪

(My phone is ringing. I'm gonna lose concentration on sewing. how troublesome…?)

(But if I don’t answer he’ll act like he's dying. Oh~ how annoying.)

(Tch what a strange guy. I'll just hit him and it’ll all be solved.)

(I stopped doing that stuff. What am I saying I shouldn't be doing that because I'm a responsible high school student.)

(Recently these ‘units’ have been fighting more constantly than back in junior school)

(Such a disturbing feeling.)

(Isn’t Yumenosaki an idol training school, so it’s a warzone right now..?)

(My phone won’t stop ringing..)

Hello? It’s Kiryu. I have something to do right now..

Urgh just shut up I don’t know whether it’s the red moon or time for mochi pounding. I'm doing this on my own , don’t get involved. (a/n uhh i eont think this is right)

I’m not interested in flocking around, if your looking for members look at another place.

If that’s all you want to talk about I’m gonna give you my usual response

Thanks for your hard work I gave up because I didn’t have a chance at all that time (a/n i dont tjibk thisi is right)

Even if you're a member of the student council you still don’t have any power.

You need power to push yourself through this. That’s why I’m trying to bring in an uproar of violence.

That’s wrong? you're an idol aren’t you? You're supposed to be competing with songs and dances.

Well then again your weak so don’t get careless

(How troublesome this all is, everyday, everyday…)

(No matter how much I’m threatened or called careless I won’t be discouraged. It’s a sign of my respect/they’ll respect me.)

(It’s difficult to meet other students)

(The student council here is famous and ‘innocent’. Some students are servants to idols..’)

(Just what do you do in a situation like this, choose a position where you gain no profit..? it’s all so troublesome.)

(It’s all a mess and I’m tired of it.)

Nazuna: ~…..♪

Kuro: (huh…?)

(Someone is singing on that rooftop…there was an incident there so it should be off-limits)

(No one’s there so it’s quiet and peaceful then I can concentrate on my sewing, my favourite spot..)

(Entering my territory without my permission..)

(If I yell at him he’ll get out and never get close again right?)

Nazuna: ~…..♪

Kuro: (Hm, he’s kind of a good singer, a bit worn out but kind of attractive.)

(It’s definitely a voice that can attract people. I'm jealous I’m half in both singing and dancing.)

(Ever since I’ve entered this school I’ve been an amateur. No one around is serious about it either.)

(Really.. I feel like I enrolled into the wrong school.)

(Well whatever.)

Hey! Little guy up there!

Nazuna: …..!?

Kuro: Huh? Are you a woman? No..your wearing the idol department uniform.

I think you're the guy from Shu’s unit.

Nazuna: …..?

Kuro: Don’t get so wary, your Shu’s friend, I won't get violent with you. He hasn’t had many friends for a long time so those who keep up with him are precious to me as well.

Nazuna: …..?

Kuro: First of all I’m Kuro Kiryu i've been a childhood friend of Shu’s.

You’re from Valkyrie? Was it Nito or something I’m not good at rememberin’ names and such.

Nazuna: …..

Kuro: Atleast reply to me, are you from a country where you can’t talk? Is that it?

Nazuna: …..!? 

Kuro: Hey…you don’t have to cry…sorry i was loud..

I was just irritated. I got a call earlier from a noisy guy. That’s it…Hey I’m sorry.

Nazuna: …..

Kuro: I won’t bully you, I wasn't lying about that… come here ♪

Nazuna: …..?

Kuro: Alright, hey your size is different. Are you really sure you're a high schooler, we're the same age?

Nazuna: …..

Kuro: I’m not makin’ fun of you it’s not like you can choose your own height.

Why don’t you try this on for a moment?

Nazuna: …..?

Kuro: It's our school uniform from the idol department. I'm just making it. 

The client isn’t tall like you

So it’s not like a size i can try on

But you should at least try it and check if it’s the right size and comfortable to wear before I deliver it.

I won’t force you, if your free can you lend me some help?

Nazuna: …..?

Kuro: Oh right I made it myself , it's just a uniform with our original design. Looks pretty good to me ♪

Nazuna: …..♪

Kuro: Haha I’m pretty good at it, so is Shu. My mother is a master at it she taught Shu some time ago. 

Back when we were kids

Anyways it looks just right can you leave any messages/feedback?

Let Shu know that it’s difficult to prepare all the costumes on his own.

I’ll help him around with the costumes if he needs it.

Also tell him to take care of himself/hygiene.

Shu’s the type of guy to not listen to other people right?

Nazuna: …..

Kuro: You be careful too and please watch over him even though Shu may be struggling.

He’s an easily misunderstood bad guy.

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

Royal Blue

(It has a name now✨)

Chapter 3

Your neck hurts and your back is stiff.

'This is what I get for sleeping in the armchair', you think to yourself, yawning and stretching. You twist your body to crack your back, and feel you should be mildy concerned at the amount of popping you hear from your spine. Oh well, thats an issue for another day. Right now, you have to get ready for work.

You head upstairs to shower, washing your hair twice since it's so thick. Once you step out, you approach your wardrobe to find a suitable outfit for today.

You end up settling on a simple black pencil skirt paired with a frilly white button up and short black heels. Flattering, yet professional. Cute, yet simple. It was perfect. You go downstairs, grab your purse, and head out for the day.

First stop, breakfast. You pick up Ms. O'Neil's usual breakfast sandwich, as well as an orange juice for yourself. As you sip your drink and walk to work, something catches your eye.

On the other side of the road, you spot a street magician. He wears a finely tailored suit and a white mask, hiding his face. You decide you have time, as approach the magician to see the show.

"You, miss!" He points at you, fanning a deck of cards out in front of you. "Pick a card, any card!"

You select a card from the center of the deck and look at it. Ace of spades. You slip the card back in the deck and watch as he shuffles the deck in a very showy way. He tosses the deck in the air, watching as the cards flutter all around, landing on the cobblestone street.

"Check your pocket, madame." He says, and you can feel his smirk through the porcelain mask. You do as instructed, reaching into the pocket of your skirt. Your fingers hit something, and you pull it out. Your card, the ace of spades. The crowd erupts in applause as he bows. You give your fair share of clapter and continue on your way.

You arrive at work, a large building named Hidden Hall. You enter through the side door and quickly make your way towards Ms. O'Neil's office.

"There you are!" April exclaims when she sees you, "I've been looking for you all morning." Her tone is light and bubbly, so you assume that's a good thing. You set the brown paper bag containing her breakfast of her desk.

"Your breakfast, Madame. My apologies for being late, I got.... Sidetracked.... On my way." You say, hoping she won't be upset. April's a good boss, and has never really gotten extremely mad, but still, your anxiety.

"Dont worry bout it, Y/N. Youre all good." She reassures you, digging into her sandwich. "I do however," she says after swallowing her bite, "Have a very important task for you."

You straighten your back, internally wincing at the dull ache emanating from your spine as you pull out your notepad to take a note.

"What is it, Madame?" You ask, ready for whatever she asks.

"I need you to clear my afternoon appointments, please. Im going over to the castle later for a lunch with Prince Donatello later, and I'd like you to come with." Okay, you weren't prepared for that. She wanted you to come with? Well you did discuss meeting up with Prince Donatello sometime, but you weren't expecting for that meet up to be today.

"Of course, Ms. O'Neil. I'll get the schedule cleared. Would you like me to contact the chauffeur?" You ask, trying to sound professional.

"Yes please," she responds, finishing off her sandwich, "And please make sure to reschedule my appointment with Cassandra to next Thursday."

You nod, writing down the requests on your notepad, then exit the office.

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[hispovonher]

Part 1 ( The day )

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So we all know that it's a new year for us a new beginning. for some of them it's a new start in their life. I hope it goes well with everyone who breaths. We'll for me it's just a normal year with my flashy past in my mind. My past oh god bless me with it again. I mean to not the worst part but the one which was with the one who used to glaze my eyes, sore my throat, and makes me lovable all the time.

Zoya.

Zoya used to belong with a good family background. And also my childhood friend a so called friend. Cause living just across the street we never talked or even looked at one. Our families used to gather around, laugh, attending functions together, sharing emotions, and showers of care. But zoya and I used to be like we both never existed. Being at same place where we took birth, same age, same school and now in same college. The day I remember when I was a guy who never behaved normal being alone scribbling on books always in my own imagination. But zoya was a girl who used to love her self being free and leeting things go. Basically she was a happy soul. The day came where we had to be in one of the annual function in college I was same as the one I was being at back with my books of imagination which was written by me. And zoya was at first row cheering her friends for the performance. The time I saw zoya for the first time the way her hairs were moving. Those eyes being small while she smiles. She was just fine. I was so into her that she clapped her hands and shushed me saying hello where are you dude. I just hold my breath and left from there. At that same day my mom and dad were out of station for some staycation. But later I knew that before leaving my mom threw all my old books knowing those were useless. I was so frustrated cause all my memories my imagination those words were in those pages. Later at night zoya was coming back from annual function her eyes got into one name dhruv I was imprint on a book It was on road side threw away like it's nothing. Zoya picked it and blowed away all the dust and dirt on it she didn't returned that book to me cause she used to know that I write something everytime but used to never show. She took that book and some of it pages at home with her. She rad some pages and it was all about love and sensual imaginations. She stuck those pages in that book and told her mom that dhruv is alone and aunty told us to make some extra food for him so should I call him for dinner mom? Her mom said why not go call him even her dad said yes child goo get him here we'll have some fun. Zoya came at my house ringing door bell for multiple times. I opened my door and our eyes meet like we saw eachothers for the very first time. She called me up for a dinner but my eyes were on her lips striking with eachother. I just nod my self and said yes I'll be there. Later on I went at her place the food was good the talks with her family was very much like blessing. I laughed a lot over there. I was out from there being at my own place I went up in my bedroom with opened window those cold winds I was just feeling them.

I saw zoya in her window she was practicing for her annual day performance and my god being honest she was beautiful. she sat at one place and held one book. I was shocked, sweaty, and panicked that from where did she found it. Cause att it was written was my imagination and her name in it. I was nervous about it but was reading and turning pages and I was here nervous being numb. Suddenly she locked her door and told her parents a night and went on her bed.her lights were off but her windows were open so there was a moonlight glazing her body like a sparkling star. While reading my book she took some advantage of pleasing her self she held her self on her and her one hand was grabbing her boob and the other was holding that book. I was looking at her doing all thisy whole body was heated. And by looking at this I was hard. My dick was wet from my precum and hard as It never was by looking at zoya. She knew I was looking at her but still she never stopped. At a point she was being out of it She threw that book away and slides her hand in pants pleasing her pussy it was all wet her small fingers were pleasing her so much that she was had goosebumps. On the other side it was me staring at her actions and holding up on my dick strocking it slowly. But after sometime she closed her window by looking at me I was like did she knew that I was staring at her I was left with a question? Her lights went off and I thought that she slept as she was tired all day. But later sometimes my door bell just ranged it was late 12 at night I was shocked who can show their self at this time I slowly opened my door. I saw zoya her night suit was on her her nipples were hard and It was clearly visible that she was without her inner wears. And later..

TBC...

[musette22]

Happy New Year Minnie! It's been a while since I've been in your ask box so I thought I'd drop by when I saw this.

I was scrolling through my camera roll when I saw these thumbnails of Bucky and my corgi beside each other and I just froze. Something about the expressions made me giggle like a maniac and I wanted to share my joy with you. Hope you're doing well my dear!

Happy New Year, Navya, darling! 🥰 I hope you had a good NYE and that you're feeling much better now!

Oh my god, that's the best thing ever, I love it 😂😂 Adorable and too funny!! Aldo is such a handsome lad, much like Bucky himself 👀

Actually, this reminded me of this post that the wonderful thisis once made about Lily, which was also a Bucky/Seb parallel! I think these three would be great pals if they ever met ❤️🥰

Sending my love to you and your beautiful corgi! 😘

[dollivication]

Adding another idea to loser Dante

Self aware reader

Anytime he makes freaky comments, anytime he starts stroking that shit, any time he does anything while he's on the game you have to see it. Have to hear it. It's a shame he's so pretty because oh my god he's such a fucking loser get this man some pussy stat!!!!!!!

Do not let him know u r real he will be trying to spit game at u 24/7 🌀

this made me giggle wait…. IM GETTING. SHY WAIT IVNEED HIS LOSER ASA!!!!

THISIS SUCH A FUN IDEA BECAUSE ITS ACTUALLY A CHALLENGE TO KEEP A STONEFACE AROUND HIM…. he starts talm bout how badly he wants to eat u out and jerks it to his own words and you have to see that like hello?????

i hope user is good at keeping mewing streaks because it is OVER if yu break character… laik not even insults will make him backtrack, he’ll just get hornier (◞‸◟) ;;;

not ONLY does he try to spit game—STOP fucking CUMMING on the screen you fiend!111!1!!1 how the fuck is this guy violating user even pixels away i’m GAGGED…he needs to be put down i cannot lie…

(need him in my shower and then my bed)