#okay so i have a lame name and there wasn’t that many pics

[mizzlingwinter]

I was tagged by @eliottdemmaury thank you!💛✨

Rules : go on pinterest and search for "your name + core aesthetic", pick 9 images and make a moodboard

I’m tagging @librarikay @isakvaltxrsen @theadventuresofadreamer and @qutaepie (as always, you don’t have to do it🌷)

[holdontorogers]

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐛.𝐛.

gif not mine, credits to owner

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; tfatws!bucky x bartender!college!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2,218

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; Bucky has a secret place in Brooklyn that he found out as soon as he got his apartment after the blip: the bar you work at.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; +18 ONLY | MINORS DNI, angst, cheating (your bf/ex), hints to oral (f receiving), sex dreams, alcohol consumption, metal arm kink (i guess lol), swearing, friends on their way to lovers, unrequited feelings, mentions of college, stress, let me know if something’s missing and sorry for any typos.

𝐚/𝐧; so this was suppose to be out last weekend but headaches, college and stress delayed the process, hope you enjoy. 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐬!!!

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“So, pretty amazing what you and Captain America did the other week”, he chuckled more for himself then any other thing as he pretended to ignore the fact that you knew everything about his past — and about him, in general. 

“Yeah well, I guess it feels good to know that the shield is finally with the right person”. You gave him a nice smile and intended to say something else but someone was already calling out asking for their drink, you rolled your eyes playfully for Bucky and walked away.  

Safe to say that Bucky is way more interested in your company than the bar itself, that’s why he would come by almost everyday by the end of the night and stayed for as long as you would like. 

The bar was packed, more than usual, and Bucky pretended to ignore the fact that he was bothered by not having as much of your attention as he planned to. 

Given that between missions and your senior year in college plus all your work at the bar, sometimes visiting you while you moved around the crowded place was one of the only ways you two could spend some time together.

 “It won’t magically fill up you know?” Bucky  was so lost in his thoughts and distracted playing with the now empty beer bottle he didn’t even notice you brought him another one.

“You know I can’t get drunk right, doll?” he said with a playful smirk, ���and why would I want to get you drunk?” you winked and went back to attending the other people in the bar as Bucky followed your movements with his eyes. 

He sees you quickly looking at your phone following the action by a frustrated sigh, and he immediately clenches his jaw. Your ass of a boyfriend was probably leading you on yet again on another Thursday night with some lame excuse. Bucky could not believe how poorly this man (boy) treated you. If only Bucky could have the chance to show you how you should properly be loved and cared for...

When you came back to where he stood you seemed even more annoyed.

 “Is everything okay, doll?”, you looked at him with an exhausted expression and a tension between your eyebrows, “yeah, just... can’t wait to finish up and go home, how long are you planning to stay?” Bucky furrowed his brows, were you tired of him? 

“Don’t know yet, why?” you shrugged and looked over your shoulder discreetly “that girl keeps checking you out and I don’t know, maybe you would like to take her home?” I actually would like to go home with you. Bucky could swear this suggestion was as painful to you as it was to him, but he knew that that was only his mind playing tricks with him.

 “I still don’t think I have a way with the ladies right now” your eyebrows rose in amusement and you tried to study his expression “Well, if anything, just tell her your arm vibrates”.  You winked and returned to your duties once again. Meanwhile, Bucky realized the heat in his cheeks thinking about what you said. It’s amazing how much power you had over him, as he imagined how you would react under his arms. 

How soft his right arm would be on your warm skin, how the friction between metal and warmth would drive you insane once his metal arm was touching you... He could see all the different ways that he could make you his, make you forget all the shit you go through everyday, make you feel unique and loved. 

(...)

However, Bucky saw you seemed more upset and stressed out than usual so he decided to stay. He waited until you closed the bar and helped you sort everything out. You looked once again at your phone with a much worse look than before. 

“Doll what’s wrong?” he rarely asked you about your relationship, and always did good in pretending to ignore the frustrated looks you’d constantly give to your phone. 

You met his concerned eyes and saw all his attention in you, which makes your heart soften a little. You unlocked your phone and opened a conversation with one of your friends, showing it to Bucky with watered eyes. 

When he looked at the conversation from a few days ago he used all his self control to not shatter your phone or run down to haunt the man in the pics you showed him. There was a girl pressed against the wall of a club right between your boyfriends arms, and that girl was not you.

All the anger in Bucky’s eyes settled for worry when he looked at you. He held you in his arms and ran his fingers through your hair to calm the silent tears that were falling involuntarily from your face. 

“He’s an asshole and he never deserved you.” You nodded and continued to let yourself be taken care of by Bucky, “and just tell me the words so I can gladly kick his ass”. You laughed and that felt odd, but not surprising since Bucky always brought up the best in you. You had no idea how you two became such close friends, but you were glad to have him in your life. “Thanks Buck, you’re the best friend I could have right now ”. 

As Bucky walked home after taking you home the events of the night went over his head. He was a mess of nerves, angers, worries and sadness. He knew how much you needed a friend right now. He knew how you handled your own feelings and barely talked about it. He knew it was a big deal for you to show him what was going on. And yet the thought of showing you how much better he could treat you if you saw him beyond a friend wouldn’t leave his mind. 

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**Bucky’s lips were drawing your skin like it was meant to be there this whole time. It’s like his mouth was designed to know how to touch you in all the right spots. He would caress your skin and take such good care of you. His words were soft and yet you knew he was in control, and you loved being at his mercy. You were willing to let him do anything as long as his lips never left your body again.

Goosebumps were consuming you as he kept going lower and lower. His lips finally started to trace down your inner thighs as you whisper his name as an exasperated request. Bucky’s lips were wet and soft and hot at the same time. He smirked and finally went down to where you needed him most.**

Your heart was racing as your alarm made you jump scared instead of properly waking up. It took a while to remember where you were and what the hell was going on. You sighed when realizing you just had a dream with your best friend.

You decided to take a cool shower before starting your day, as the minutes you usually lay in bed before forcing yourself to wake up were effectively replaced with a very intense dream that led you to question all your life choices.

Your mind begins to wonder and you asked yourself if Bucky got the phone from that girl in the bar last night. You had a bothered look on your face even though you knew you should not be feeling like this.

And you shouldn’t be having these dreams as well, but it’s been so long since you’ve actually felt good.... It’s been so long since you had an orgasm. It almost felt natural to think of Bucky that way, as if the desire of having him between your legs have been there all this time just waiting for you to notice them. You shook the feeling out of your head - or at least tried to. 

You couldn’t help but think about the recent events of your life. You have been beyond busy and missed so many warning signs from your now past relationship. You left out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, biting your lips and thinking about your situation. 

You’re suddenly annoyed and wondering why the hell you stuck around in the relationship you were at. It wasn’t adding anything else to your life anymore, it wasn’t doing you any good and you were pretty sure the main reason your boyfriend has been so neglecting lately was because he was cheating on you. And you were right. Now you were a breakup hot mess drowning in work and college assignments barely making it through the days without stressing yourself out. 

As the caffeine started its magic and you were getting ready for the day, your boss texted you saying that you could have the day off. She would surely find a way to compensate for this miraculously free day you had but you wouldn’t complain. Today especially was a very much needed day for you to give yourself some tranquility. You got ready for your classes in a very comfy yet cute look that made you feel good and went out.

On your way to college you texted Bucky to see if he was available this afternoon. He was surprised to read about your day off and quickly answered back saying he would be free. You both agreed to meet at Central Park once you were done with classes. Your smile and excitement once again surprising you as your dream would not leave your mind. How would you face him? You had no idea but he was your best friend and one of the closest and greatest person in your life right now. Your frustration of a sex life would not be in the way of this friendship.

The classes went by rather quickly and you were catching up on your readings when Bucky met you at the park. The sun was starting to set and there was something about the sunset atmosphere and Bucky that made his features seem even more in evidence. You smiled and waved at him as he raised his brows and walked happily to where you were. 

“Hey doll, how’s the day been?” he seemed extremely relaxed and care-free as he tugged you in a warm hug, his cologne invading your senses and numbing you for a moment. You cleared your throat before answering him “It’s been weird” you frowned “I was called off work God knows why and I have been able to catch up on most of my readings for school so” you shrugged still surprised with how smooth things were. “So it’s been a good day?” his brows drew together in amusement, and you both started walking aimlessly through the park.

“Yeah it’s been good I guess, weird but peacefully good, what about yours?” his eyes were sparkled with excitement and he had a half smile illuminating his face “I’ve been good, I was watching that show you told me about when you texted me about your free day so, only good moments I guess” he winked as you studied his face and his genuine expression and you felt weird butterflies in your stomach — which you ignored.

“So how do you like Friends?” you poked him teasingly and he smiled “It’s a good show, Alpine and I have good laughs, but I don’t know I feel like it’s something that should be shared you know? I bet watching with someone would make it a hundred times better”. Bucky looked at you as if you should’ve read something between the lines.

You would usually take his words lightly and never question their meanings, but tonight was different. You could almost feel something in the air. You were absolutely sure that it was all on your head but... Something about the way Bucky always looked at you in such admiration and softness. You could spend all of your days studying his expressions and getting to know him. Life may not have been kind to him but kindness was all you knew when it came to James “Bucky” Barnes. 

He cleared his throat and caught your attention. Yep, you were staring at him instead of thinking about an answer. “Sorry doll, I just meant — ” Bucky read your silence as an awkward moment but you were quick to stop him “No! You were right! Friends is absolutely better when you watch with people... I’m sorry, I’ve been a little distracted that’s all” you smiled at him hoping he would take your answer and not think too much about this. Bucky thought you were distant and quiet because of what he found out last night, but the truth was that you couldn’t look at him without thinking about your dream. 

Every single time your eyes met his or that you accidentally touched him was like an electric wave washed over you. The memories you created in your sleep would not leave you as Bucky would do normal things like, winking when telling a joke, wetting or biting his lips. Every little action made you hold out on reacting in a way that would ruin your friendship for good.

Crossing a line with Bucky would be a bad idea, wouldn’t it? 

[darkdevasofdestruction]

BakuSquad In Jail

I saw these pics randomly and talking with my friend, @thatweirdfrenchcanadian​ , we came up with some funny HCs for the BakuSquad and the reason they got in jail.

I have no idea who the artists are, I’ve been having the pics in my phone for a while, but if anyone knows the artist, please let me know so I can tag them appropriately!

Beginning: 

They were at a party, just the 5 of them, and they were happy for getting into Pro-Hero agencies, and now they weren’t side kicks anymore, so of course, they had to celebrate accordingly!

A huge party where they all let loose and have fun without anyone judging!

What none of them were expecting was to get shit faced drunk and do lots of weird shit, enough to somehow get into jail for whatever reason.

Kaminari Denki:

Baby Pikachu got so drunk that he made Momo make a Pikachu onesie for him, on the spot, along with a Naruto headband, and made Mina do some lines on his face, to resemble Naruto, then went out to the nearest monument and threw paint at it.

If they were human statues, he’d draw lightnings on their foreheads and write “VOLDEMORT WAS HERE” on their torsos.

If they were animals, he will paint them in weird colours.

And if they were some new art, he’d just throw random paint and say “IT’S MODERN ART, YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND, NORMIE!”

If that wasn’t enough, he stole a shopping cart and made Kirishima push him in it down the street.

Street that was actually a slope made by Todoroki in an attempt to ice skate and show off.

Unfortunately, Kirishima got distracted by a pigeon and started running after it to become the new Snow White, and Denki kept going down the ice slope, shrieking in the cart, thinking he was in a roller coaster.

When the policeman got him, he started giggling, saying he’s not drunk, just super LIT, FAM, and started doing a super fast triple dab.

Triple dab that he ended up slamming his arm into his head so hard that he knocked himself out and he was out like a light.

Bakugou Katsuki:

You can’t blame a guy who goes to sleep earlier than 9pm and barely drinks alcohol, so he can have a perfect hero-training schedule that he got drunk from very few shots of vodka and now he was feeling light like a feather and wants to entertain people...

More or less because their awes and gasps of wonder boost his ego so much that he wants to show off his explosions.

Katsuki starts doing random explosions around the house, then, when people tell him to do flashier tricks, he goes out and pulls lots of different typed of explosions, flashier, with more light, with more heat, with more colour, with more sound and whatever else the audience wanted.

When the cops came, they wanted to charge him for illegal use of fireworks, which sent Bakugou into a blind frenzy since NOBODY CALLS HIS EXPLOSIONS MERE, LAME FIREWORKS, OKAY?!

He started roaring and growling at the policeman, showing him that he can do EXPLOSIONS not some stupidly lame fireworks, which only ends up with lots of curses, fighting, and it takes a lot of new policeman to get him an elephant tranquillizer to make him stop.

Of course, they needed special restraints for him, since he’s so violent, but that wasn’t a problem, and Bakugou was used to these restraints, since he was forced to wear them twice before.

SERO HANTA

Poor Sero was mostly innocent, and he is pretty used to light drinking and these types of parties, but he really wanted to let loose this time around, so he started playing beer pong, never have I ever with vodka and tequila shots, and many other drinking games that made him SO happy in his drunken state.

As well as that, he had some weed joints that he really wanted to smoke...

And some LSD, because what could be better than trippin’ at a party when you’re so happy?

Always time for first times!

He used his tape to get into a spiderman position, hanging down from the ceiling after getting the LSD and started smoking some joints, letting the euphoria take effect on him.

Hanta started grinning and giggling, swaying back and forth with that tape, until someone, that he still has no idea, even to this moment (Definitely Denki) dared him to play Tarzan out in the city, so he started jumping from building to building, yelling incoherently that he is the KING OF THE URBAN JUNGLE...Or something like that, it was mostly unintelligible.

When he got arrested, he got into a spiderman position again and winked at the policeman, asking if he wanted to be his Mary Jane.

Then passed out and fell on the ground...For some reason, giggling in that unconscious state.

Ashido Mina

Mina was drinking cocktails, martinis and tequilas with each costume she would do for the catwalk she created in the house, each time, flashier and more ridiculous outfits, but hey, they were fun, and for some reason, most of them had holes...From accidental acid drips.

She MAY also be on acid anyway, who knows...Mina says her name is symbolic for more than her Quirk...

She got dared to recreate some iconic make ups from James Charles and mid-way to her look, she realised she didn’t have everything she needed, so she went to the closest shop and raided the make up isle, trying out each and every one of the products there, using her selfie camera as a mirror and trying to do her best.

The shop assistants were horrified at the girls behaviour, but her only answer was “Hi, I’m the Alien Queen, wanna be my Predator?”

When the cop car came over, and the lights started going red and blue, she thought she was being photographer by the paparazzi, so she brought a random pair of sunglasses, with the tag in the middle of her face, and put her fluffy boa around her shoulders.

And started posing.

She didn’t have perfect balance for most of the posings, but she tried her best to mimic all those cool fashion pics she saw in magazines.

At the end, she asked the cop if he wanted an autograph, and when he refused, she giggled, took out her eyeliner and wrote on his forehead ALIEN QUEEN XOXO

Kirishima Eijirou

Kiri was the most innocent in all of this, and he shouldn’t have been arrested in the first place, but he wanted to be where he best friends are, so that’s just that.

Well, he was convinced by the rest of the BakuSquad that it’s MANLY to drink, so he had a drinking contest with TetsuTetsu, that ended up with both of them under the table pretty fast.

The bet of this contest was that whoever was the first to wake up would win, and since TetsuTetsu won, Kiri had to take the water gun that Tsuyu brought and pretend to play CS:Go in the nearest store.

Of course, he did just that, but he was completely oblivious to the fact that Tokoyami wrapped his bandana to his face, instead of his forehead, to look like a funny western cowboy or whatever, and when he got in the store, all not-so-stealthily, the shop assistants hit the alarm and called the cops for having a robber.

With all that loud noise, he started squirting water everywhere, shrieking and saying WATER IN THE HOLE, THROW THE GRENADE, TAKE COVER, HIT SPACE, AHHHHHH!

Needless to say, the assistants and customers were more confused than scared.

When the cop came over, he blinked at him confused, saying that he can’t get in jail, since he’s a shark, and then shoot water in the cop’s face.

Oops?

The end:

When they all woke up, Mina was the first to realise what happened, due to her phone buzzing like crazy to her Snapchat stories, and only then she realised what happened...At least to her.

Then, her jailer told her how she got there, and she could only laugh at how bad she was in only a few hours of the night.

Of course, Yaomomo was graceful enough to bail them out of there, was the caution was nothing more than a breeze and they didn’t actually do anything too bad to actually keep them there anyway.

All that, while Midoriya was bawling his eyes out like a waterfall to some random jailer, telling them how amazingly kind hearted and nice heroes they are, and that they did a mistake, and it won’t happen again...

Blah Blah Blah.

He didn’t even realise how Mina walked out of her cell and sprinted to the boys’ cell, where she stood on the ground, telling them what Jirou, Tsuyu and Tokoyami told them happened that night and how they all ended up there.

Of course, it was all in good fun, despite the fact that they were sure Aizawa was going to hunt them down and kill them for the idiocy they did...

But they aren’t called the 1-Braincell Squad for no reason, right?!

To commemorate such a weirdass experience, Mina took the picture with her phone, telling them all to look natural, so they did as told.

Except Bakugou, who was beyond pissed off at what happened and kept grumbling something about stupid fireworks.

They were SO doing this shit again.

[jjkpls]

Mean Yoongi 2 (m)

> genre : smut, light angst, fluff

> pairing : min yoongi x reader (f)

> words : 5.4k

> warnings : explicit sexual content, strong language

> For once, Min Yoongi is not that mean and tries to help you feel better after an umpteenth date fail. (sex in the genius lab basically)

> A/N : Feel free to listen to the inspiration for this :D I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts ❤

> previous

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“You're here?” Yoongi is standing up from his chair, face scrunched up in a scowl as he glares down at me.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to answer to that.

It's been more than an hour since I've knocked on the door of his studio, entered and installed myself on the sofa, right behind him.

I was not sneaky about it too. He looked at me. He did. When I opened the door, we've glanced at each other. I mouthed something about wanting to hang out since he could probably not hear me with the earphones set on his head. Completely expressionless, he turned around in his chair and proceeded on working again, typing and clicking away on his computers, not minding me anymore.

I'm not sure what it meant. But it's not like I really cared at that point since I wasn't planning on leaving his studio and meeting stupid Taehyung and have a fucking painful time with this idiot.

So I've just remained there, keeping myself occupied on my phone. Eventually, he would finish what he's been doing and pay attention to me -at least, turn around and sneer my way or something. Maybe he wouldn't have been able to handle my presence, too obnoxious somewhere behind his back, and quit working to throw me out. I mean, anything.

But he did not. For more than an hour. And if the hardly raised dark eyebrows of his are anything to go by, he's completely forgotten that I was there.

“Uhm... but you've seen me?” I mumble, confused and slightly embarrassed.

“Why are you not with Taehyung?” I frown, diverting my attention back to the screen of my phone. There's still a little Chimmy asking if I want to “try again!” this level. I hear Yoongi sigh, gravely. He lets himself fall back in his chair, this time facing my lain form on the couch. One of his hand messes with his bleached-white hair. When it falls back down on his lap, he sighs again, asking the same question again this time pressing me with the stressed syllables of my name he's added.

I wonder how upset I must look for him to show so much patience. We haven't talked in quite a few weeks, mostly because of my schedule being suddenly overbooked by a sudden shit load of work being dropped in the office I work at. But from what I remember, he wouldn't have made the effort to ask twice the same question before.

“He's going to annoy me...” I peek at him from the corner of my eyes. He's leaned on his right side, the tip of his fingers pressing against his worn-out eyes. When he's done and the silence of the studio is striking him, he opens them up and stares back, in expective. “It's dumb...” Straightening up, he leans back, elbows setting on the armrests, fingers intertwining on his stomach. His piercing gaze is not leaving me longer than it takes for him to blink and I know I own his whole attention.

I feel kind of silly now. Taehyung would be a pain but Yoongi surely won't be much better. The plan was just to hang out with him, or next to him at least, not to actually have him show interest and concern for my life. Never failing to disappoint.

Laboriously, I get up, getting in the best disposition to tell my little lame tale about the whole Tinder debacle. I tell him, trying to avoid digressing on meaningless details that could earn me time, about this guy I've met. About how he came off weird by sending me a dick pic the day following our very first text exchange but how I gave him a pass for his “momentary lapse of judgement”. There're not many movements on Yoongi's part. His face has never been an opened book but I would expect him to show some reactions. Since he doesn't, I suppose he doesn't think it's that much of a big deal so I keep going, summarizing briefly the beginning of our first (and last) date and more precisely, I tell him about how he didn't look at all like his cousin's pictures he had used on his profile. I can feel fire burning my cheeks both from anger and embarrassment, as I start, mindlessly, counting on my fingers the other lies and other uncharming quirks of this guy as I name them out loud.

I've lost myself in a passionate tornado of complaints, now lashing on how greasy his hands were (and not from being sweaty, actually greasy with a something that I could not pinpoint but definitely fucking gross) when Yoongi starts mumbling something. I shut my mouth right up, all ears for the first comment he's about to give me.

“Okay. Why are you here? Isn't it Taehyung's job to list-”

“Min Yoongi.” I don't mean to but I whine. Because all the pent up frustration from this terrible day has been awoken by my telling and I don't feel like dealing with Mean Yoongi right now. He looks at me, eyes dark but oddly soft. I note how the light blond hair makes wonder for his naturally sharp glare. Smacking his lips, sighing again, Yoongi tilts his head to the side. “Actually, Tae told me not to go meet him because of the whole dick pic thingy but I didn't listen. We fought a bit about that. Now he's going to be oh-so-happy to have this whole shit to rub in my face,” Taking a stupid voice and twisting my face in an even stupider expression, I mimic, “'I told you so, dumbass! You should listen to-'”

“Tae's your friend. He's not gonna be happy that you had a miserable date.” It's my turn to sigh. Deep and hard, for it to resonates in the whole studio and Yoongi to hear it well. He is so disagreeable. He doesn't know anything about the proper friend etiquette. Yet he's right. And he's talking with me instead of throwing me out, and cursing at me for making him waste his time which I am sure, he strongly feels the need to.

“It's not the first time, right?”

“What is?”

“Tinder fail.”

“Oh.”

No, it's not. I've decided to stop counting when I realized that I was about to miss fingers to tally them on.

I can’t say that I’m starting to lose hope in my dating abilities because I’ve never really thought I was made for it. Which might be the reason why it all went down to shit. That’s what my mom would say. If I start with that attitude I shouldn’t feel struck by the result. In the end, there’s one common factor to all these equations.

That being said, why would falsely cute catfishes be so good at texting, I don’t get it? I meet them and they fucking suck balls, but at some point, they were nice and charming and normal. Well, most of them anyway if we put aside the one from today. Yes, it was in this very case a lapse of judgement on my part but the dick pic, not that I condone it or even liked it, intrigued me. It was a good one. Not his -also his cousin’s from my understanding, don’t ask me how he got that. But a nicely shot one, by clearly a professional, and I thought vaguely that maybe a guy that knew what he wanted, was so confident in his own attributes, might be a good option for my slow prude ass.

A mistake.

“Why are you so desperate to date?” Yoongi’s nose bridge scrunches up so tight, the round tip of his nose seems to try to meet the low frown of his dark eyebrows. I almost wish out loud for his stupid face to stay stuck in that position. He wouldn’t be any less irritating but at least, slightly cuter. And he hates cute.

“Desperate? I- Yoongi, do you know for how long I haven’t dated? I’m human, I get lonely!” I can’t help my voice to raise a few octaves. If I hold in more of my frustration, I’m sure I’ll end up doing something terrible and impossible to undo like crying, for example. “Don’t you?”

He shrugs. His expression has softened back into his regular blank one as he just contemplates in front of him. Not really me, not really the small coffee table or the carpet. I’m about to pry a word from him when his phone starts vibrating furiously on his desk. Turning hardly enough to check from over his shoulder, he looks then presses the screen turning it back to black.

Maybe I should leave now. I’m more upset than I thought myself to be. Which is so stupid. I couldn’t care less about that Bamboum guy or whatever his real name was. I still feel pretty stupid except more stupid than pretty and kind of helpless. Taehyung was going to be annoying as fuck if I had chosen to go seek him, but it was a mistake to even think Yoongi would, in any way, make me feel better. I should have clung to someone else like Jungkook or something.  “How’s your ass?” I can’t even attempt to hide the startle his low voice, erupting after such a long painfully silent moment, provokes me along with the mention of the incident. Because it has to be what he is referring to.

Yoongi, still sitting in his chair, knees spread wide like he is trying to prove he owns the whole place as if I don’t already know from the multiple apparitions of his stage name all over the walls and shelves, ponders me, awaiting patiently for an answer. He has the faint shadow of a growing smirk painting his pink lips. He looks at me like he knows he’ll get an answer. He’s decided he’ll have one.  Squeezing my fists tight to try and conceal the tension in my voice, I start, “Why are you mentioning this now?”

“I haven’t seen you since. Just inquiring.”

His voice is strained by a faint amusement. It’s lighthearted, I’m pretty sure. I, therefore, decide to just ignore it. Because what the hell does he want me to say anyway? That it felt alright on the way home but the sting was almost unbearable when I woke the next day and that I couldn’t even spend a minute without being reminded of his ministrations for the following three days as any movement, any brush of material against my skin, awoke the burn.

Yeah, sure.

Yoongi chuckles. He sees me looking down at my hands, turning mortified and embarrassed, and he decides it’s enough teasing. He grabs his phone, checking the time quickly.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes, we ate at a restaurant.” I grumble, eyes still not raised enough to have to acknowledge his upsetting face.

“You ate with the guy? What's wrong with you?”

And here I realize why, maybe, I'm blessed by his usual lack of responses. Maybe I should try and actually cry in front of the guy, I know him to have something of a soft heart hidden somewhere. The one that winks when he expects it the less, when he lets his guard down. I could try and trigger it. Maybe he'll be less of an ass then.

“I'm not- what was I supposed to do? I'm not a bitch.”

“It's not about you being a bitch, it's about raising your standards a bit, damn...”

“D'you remember me explaining you, like 5 seconds ago, why I didn't want to see Tae right now?” He's rendered speechless. I don't know if it's from my doing or his own but he just stays there, exchanging a knowing look with me. I think he's giving in. He realizes that maybe he's being too much of an ass for what I can take.

Yoongi then swirls around on his chair. I start gathering my few belongings, assuming I'm being dismissed since he's starting to type away on his computer again but he startles me when he grabs the little stool, hidden under his desk, to drag it on the floor and set it next to his own chair. His other arm reaches out to unplug his headphones, while he throws out in the air, “Wanna listen what I've been working on?”

I gasp aloud, voice squealing a bit, as my heart is seized by a shock wave of excitement. YES, I DO. Anything else, any concern or growing grudges just annihilate all together when I jump on the little stool, unable to contain my grin and watching with wide eager eyes the screen displaying a music editing software I’ve seen him used multiple time before.

His lips are stretched by a tiny smile when he clicks a few times until the first notes drop. While I’m appreciating, mouth agape, all attention on the sample, Min Yoongi lays back in his chair, the back of his head leaning impossibly far to stare at the ceiling, his long milky neck exposed. It lasts about 30 seconds but those are the wildest seconds I’ve ever experienced. The sample is a bop. It’s that mix between heavy languish bass and a light melody alike an oriental traditional instrument, added to intricacies faint, subtle that my ignorant and so impressionable dumb brain can’t but feel without really deciphering. It’s different from what the band makes. More mature and hefty in a way. Something Agust D would manage well but then again, it has a delicacy to it that doesn’t really fit to his dark, raw character.

And here again I’m astonished by the extent of his talent as an artist, being able to surprise and reinvent himself while still producing something -and I know it’s just a snippet of a song that is far from actually existing yet but damn it is- that phenomenal. 30 seconds is very short of a time to convince someone your song will be a hit. But it’s enough there to fucking blow me away. I’d ask him to save this on an hour loop for me to take home if only he were not looking at me with this expression.

That’s so Yoongi. His mouth shut won’t say a thing but his eyes are very talkative except I’m missing a lot of words. He’s put his hat on, swiping his hair backwards, exposing his dark set of straight eyebrows so that his eyes are back to being sharp and dark, soft in the fineness of their upper line’s course but raw and assertive in expression.

“Yoongi, it’s-“ There’s a sudden drilling sound cutting me off and making me jump on my stool. It’s his phone again. Sliding on his chair to get closer, he reaches over me to check it quickly and shut it off under my curious eyes. When he leans back, leaving a breeze of a too common yet nice male cologne on his path, his attention doesn’t waver from my face as if trying to make it out into something or figure something out of it.

“You were saying?” He mutters, his knee lightly bumping into my thigh. What was I saying? Is it happening again? Is his studio cursed or something? Maybe for someone who wouldn’t know him he’d look cold, almost mean from how uninterested his facial expression is looking. But to me, who’s had my fair share of Yoongi's not-so-wide spectrum of different attitudes, he’s being exceptionally present.

The way his whole attention is silently driven to me, how he actually asks me to speak, and the proximity -my legs pulled tight together so they don’t dare brush against his, squaring them- he doesn’t hint to wanting to pull away from.  It feels nice but awfully intimidating. I could spend a whole afternoon annoying the crap out of him, stuck to his backside like a piece of gum to a shoe, if he barely acknowledges me enough to make me feel like we're still making progress in this friendship, we’re getting somewhere. But this I'm not used to, and it feels like it's too much.

“I- I think it's incredible...” His fingers reach behind his head, scratching the hair there, while a locked-lips smile draws itself on his face.

“There's a lot of things left to do. It won't do like that...” He's the genius artist and producer. And I don't know shit about music. So no matter how bad I want to express my adoration for this sample, how bad I want him to not change anything except if it's to add his low, charismatic voice, I decide not to get into it. I've observed him from beginning to almost end of making and editing a piece, a few times, and it's not the first time a very early version seems like the one to me. He wouldn't really listen, though. And that's probably the main reason for him being such a good artist. He's confident, resolute, and incredibly talented.

“Are you still feeling lonely?” I feel better. Him sharing something as meaningful as his music with me sure cured my mood immensely. That being said, the feeling of unsatisfaction and the creeping hopelessness in regards to the future of my dating life, are just hovering in the back of my head, shadowing like a pre-thunder cloud.

It seems like I caught his bad habit of expressing only crumbles of the full extent of my thoughts and emotions. I shrug. Nod, fidget a bit. “What does that mean? What do you need?” The tip of his forefinger is teasing the pink of his bottom lip, smoothing the skin out, while he just ponders me and probably his own questions.

Blushing furiously, I'm quick to stutter, “I don't need anything...” Because I think I know what he's implying. There was no warning but I think I recognize the switch, subtle and so sudden, just like last time. The difference here is that, instead of having me on all fours, unable to see his ominous expression, he is facing me full-on with his demand and his intonation, lower, lazier, more languorous, he's perspiring this odd feeling coming straight from the curious place his mind has taken him. And once again, he's taking me there and while it's tempting, it's also terrifying. Maybe too scary for me to indulge in.

“You don't?” Yoongi's eyebrows raise high. He pouts, tilting his head to the side, eyes diverting away breaking all of the heavy tension streaming between us, “Alright...” And as soon as his burning gaze leaves me, the cold hits me like a harsh winter breeze.

“Actually I do! Sorry, I do.”

There’s a silent agreement passing between us. I’m not sure if it’s him being so loud and opinionated about what he wants that make it so I understand him, as opposed as us just getting each other now, but it feels so pleasing.

Yoongi raises from his chair, sharp eyes glowing like a wolf's gaze in a kid's nightmare. He’s so scary in a way. He’s like the terrifying werewolf with no hidden agenda, bloody quest exposed right in the open, except I want to fall right in between his pointy canines.

Yoongi throws a quick glance to the closed door of his studio before his incisive eyes find me again. He looks so intimidating from up there, I want to ask him to at least take his stupid hat off.

When he grabs my chin in between his fingers, I’m sweating bullets, heart losing it in a feast of tachycardia, wondering how the big wolf is going to eat me up, and why the hell did I think for a second it was a good idea. Yoongi simply kisses me. Simply being the keyword. Softly, he presses his lips against mine, adding enough pressure to turn the butterfly switch on but nothing more just yet.

Parting away to look for something in my eyes, I catch a glimpse of his pink tongue swiping over his lips before they stretch into a pretty smile. Is that what Yoongi needs to smile? Intimacy?

But then he’s grabbing me by the hand, lifting me to my feet, meeting my mouth again more roughly, more insistent, dragging tiny whines from deep within, carving his fingerprints in the flesh of my waist. I’m impossibly close to him, feeling the hard edges of his belt digging into my stomach, and I’m turned a little crazy.

I’m flushed to the tip of my hair. Wavering eyes watery, hardly making out my surroundings. My head is spinning. Maybe I’m too sensitive for this shit. It’s been some time since the last time I’ve been any close to intimate with someone, nevertheless, I’m pretty certain it has more to do with him than with the period of my inactivity. I don’t think anyone has ever made kissing so breathtaking. Those nice but rather plain and awkward kisses from before are put to shame. And who would have thought Mean Yoongi would be the one to do so?

“Is this what you need?” It’s like there’s only greed and eagerness filling me up now. I nod furiously while he cackles and I’d be annoyed if it were not for his cold hands still holding my waist. He leans in, nibbles gently on my bottom lip, “More?”

“Yes please.” He chuckles against my face and gives in to me. It's strange how different yet recognizable he feels. His body, as he crashes me against it by his grip on my ass, feels sturdy, still like a statue. It's so Yoongi. As opposed to his mouth, scorching, wet and sultry.

Where does it even come from? Was he always this way? I know, well know, that Yoongi is made of thousands of layers. More or less hidden, more or less guarded. Yet, I had no idea that he had one like this one. The way his hands knead my ass, my sides, my thighs, the way his mouth cherish mine with so much confidence and natural -when did that antisocial hermit learn to melt with someone else like so? It's like he's taken me in a hazy half-conscious-slumber, I end up waking up from once I'm straddling his lap, on the sofa.

Yoongi looks into my eyes, his even more squinted than usual. “Is this okay?” His fingers, now torrid, are teasing the hem of my shirt, not yet daring wandering under the tissue.

“Yes, touch me.” Something in his eyes clicks. I'm sure he's about to comment on my almost order but for some reasons, probably the same for my dripping panties, decides to ignore it.

It feels so strange. I was there for the whole thing, my sticky panties and flushed skin witnesses of it, yet it feels so sudden when I'm lain there, my tee thrown away, and his hands undoing my pants. It's the cold from the leather couch, shocking my naked back, the view of the ceiling I've never thought about ackowledging, I almost feel like it's too much, too weird and it shouldn't be happening. Because who is Yoongi, who am I, what are we -even though I like to slip and impose my existence into his life, and I'm sure he doesn't mind as he is one to express himself pretty well. If there is one thing that I can admire about his rudeness, it's that it doesn't come from a bad place. It comes from one of love and respect and consideration for his own person, and that's respectable. Therefore I know he would have worded it out if he really wanted me out of his way, strictly in Taehyung's hair and not bleeding on him. I guess we're friends. Sort of. Not the most intimate of friends but close enough to count on each other -if plants need watering. That's pretty big. Isn't it pretty big? Namjoon said so anyway, but it might just be because he is peculiarly serious about his own green friends.

So, as our friendship is just blooming I'd say, it still holds a dear place in my heart and I'm confused as to this whole thing being a good idea or not. Just lying there, in the cold, it feels horrible.

But then he's purring. His eyes are grazing my body, blessing every single inch of it with his attention, pink tongue poking at the side of his half-opened mouth, and he's purring. It's that other very Yoongi thing: a mix between a hum and a moan, coming right through his pretty crimson lips like a big cat's purr. He does it all the time, unconscious of it, and hearing it warms my heart with a blanket of reassurance. I could not say if it's the familiarity or his heated gaze, either way, I know I want it. The consequences will have to be dealt with later on.

(“Beautiful.” It's so quiet. Not meant for me to hear but I can make it out from the way his lips wrap around the word.)

Yoongi is not a douche. A little bit, but certainly far from enough to break my heart. Why do I even bother worrying?

I jump off of the couch, my hands joining his on my jeans to get me ridden off the now offensive clothing quicker. He feels the switch. His eyes bore into mine with a glint, eyebrows slightly raised and a smirk showing off his cute turtle teeth. Jumping back on his lap, I kiss his mouth, wanting to catch his pretty smile.

How lucky I am. How wonderful it feels to have this man dive his whole precious attention on me.

“I really want you, Yoongi.” I say because he needs to know, especially when he's lowering his head slightly to avoid meeting my intense eyes directly. I'm sure if Yoongi was one to blush, his soft cheeks would be covered in crimson. He can't handle the compliment, I can tell. Maybe I should make fun of him but I don't want to when I look down at his beautiful hands, white as snow, streaked with large veins, looking so nice on me. Therefore, I don't say anything and he deems it's time to start again.

His thumb falls over my panties, pressing nicely right on my buddle of nerve. I exhale, loudly, as he circles over it. My hands titillate at the hem of his black tee, hoping he'll hint at taking it off. Of course, he doesn't, even makes me forget about it by slipping his whole hand in my panties, his mouth eagerly attaching back to my gaping lips. It feels delectable, my clit sitting perfectly in the pit of his warm palm while his fingers dip in between my wet folds, teasing my entry. And when he finally indulges in it, my craving hole sucks his bony fingers in. I gasp messing up my breathing, he smiles in the kiss, already adding a second finger. It's a tight fit. His fingers are not that large, quite long and angular, but it's been some time and I can't help my walls from clamping around him each time the thought of Min Yoongi having his fingers buried deep in my cunt floats in my messy consciousness.

“Yoongi, I really want you.”

“I know.” He mumbles, lips pressed against the corner of my mouth. He doesn't understand though.

I'm humping on his lap now, helping his fingers fucking me by riding them but the slow, lazy course along my neck hint at something I don't want. He wants to take his time. I'm not up for it though. Taking off his hat without thinking it over, my hands reach to smooth his bleached hair down. He's watching me with big curious eyes while I arrange them on his forehead. Yoongi looks soft again. His white gold locks are falling low under his eyebrows. Hard to be intimidated by this look, so I demand, “I mean now, please.”

Yoongi slips his hand out of my panties -my mouth falls into a pout on reflex, thinking he's going to be mean again-, and grabs his belt to tear it open. Holding me by his free arm wrapped around my back, he raises up enough to free himself from his jeans. I land back, flushed as ever, my heart burning in my chest from how hard and fast it beats. His cock, snow white except for the tip, flushed and shiny with precum, appears to me. The way his hand slides along it, firm and harsh, hints at how hard he is. It feels indecent, this moment, him stroking himself so close to me, a hand on my hip, his eyes deep in mines. “Do you have a condom?” I stutter.

He reaches for the little drawer of the coffee table, catching one and proceeding to put him on. Why would he have condoms in his studio? In the coffee table?

“Aren't you glad I do?” Yoongi asks, a smug smirk painting his face. His pointer slips under the crotch of my panties, dragging to the side to uncover my sex. He gives me a soft kiss. “Sure?”

I have to literally violent myself into not rolling my eyes to the back of my head. I do a bad job apparently, as he groans something I'm pretty sure to be a cuss, lifting me up to have me sink down on him in one go.

I'm glad to see he's as affected as me. He's pressing his lips compressed together, frowned eyebrows peeking out through his fringe. And I wonder what words, maybe insanities, he'd be saying if he wasn't trying so hard to conceal any sound from leaving his mouth. It takes me what feels like an eternity before I feel safe enough to start moving, sliding slowly up and down his shaft. From the way his grip on my hips had getting mordacious, he was not ready to have me slide on him which I kind of love to think about. I'm quite impatient, greedy on the edges. But the stimulation is vivid. Overwhelming. He's not only buried deep in my cunt, but he's also clouding my mind, making my brain lag, burning my heart in a bitter-sweet fire at each wet kisses to my face, each purr in my ear.

“Come on...” He groans, one of his hand befalling hard on my ass cheek. “Fuck me-”

“Yoongi-” I ride him harder, meeting his thrusts, helping him graze that triggering spot, blending my moans with his. He tries to stay quiet, I can tell, but fails miserably. His face is hidden in my hair, his mouth attached to my ear, I can hear the full extent of the erratic breathing and his groans and his purrs. Fisting his sweat-soaked tee, I whine shamelessly, “I'm almost-”

“Come- come for me.” My fingers hardly touch my clit before I'm exploding around him. He lashes our mouths, catching my cry and swallowing it in, before he growls from the back of his throat, teeth accidentally biting hard on my lip. “Shit.”

It takes a little while for us to come down from the high. I can't help but keep languishingly riding, caressing the back of his hair and placing thankful kisses on his cheeks and jaw. His rough hands smooth my skin out, from my shoulders to my thighs, he's so gentle, refusing to slip out of my warmth and my cheeks flush from the thought alone.

“You're not gonna say thanks?”

“Min Yoongi!”

“You look way less miserable than you did earlier.” He comments, observing me slipping my tee back on, crimson abused lips stretching on his turtle grin. “Should say thanks.”

“You sleeping here?” Sleeping here? I can't even imagine the discussion over logistics. Sleeping in his studio? In his bed? On the living room couch? What about the fucking morning? I furiously shake my head no. “Hm. Text me when you get home.” He says as he or another one of the 6 other young men living in the dorm says each time I leave this place relatively late in the evening.

So it should be it. I don't know if I'm disappointed or not. I am waiting for something else, yet without really knowing what I have to admit. As I open the door to leave, waving my hand awkwardly his way, he grabs it, brings me to him to place a sweet peck on my mouth. “Text me.” I wish he'd say more but that's Mean Yoongi. It’s fine because this time I’m sure he means more.

[kayliemusing]

12

How long until your birthday?: 3 months

Do you have any relatives in the military currently?: No

Who got married at the last wedding you went to?: My cousin

Are you better at math or art?: I wasn’t particularly good at either lol. Art was more relaxing even though I knew I wasn’t good at it. I hated math.

Science or History?: History.

Who was your 4th grade teacher?: Mrs Brander, and she was such a hard ass.

Who was your best friend in 7th grade?: Erika

Where did you go to pre-school, if you went at all?: To the collicutt center. It was like a recreational center so it had the gym, dance classes, swimming pool, etc.

Who was the last person to call you?: My mom

What’s your favorite brand of gum?: I like Juicy Fruit, although it doesn’t last very long. I don’t chew a lot of gum because it always makes me hungry.

Do you own a digital camera?: No

How old is the cellphone you have right now?: Not that old. I have the iPhone 11 Pro. I’m not sure when it came out though. Only a couple years I think?

Do you know anyone named Tyler?: Yes

Are both your parents still living?: No, just one.

What was the last thing you bought?: I think it was McDonalds from skip the dishes haha

Can you do a handstand?: No.

How many funerals have you been to in your lifetime?: Three, I think.

Have you ever had a pet fish?: Yes

Are you taller than your mom?: No.

Are you confused?: Most of the time

Whats on your wish list for your birthday?: I don’t really know. I guess some makeup from colourpop would be nice. 

Does the future make you more nervous or excited?: More like crippling fear of being a failure and never amounting to anything and being stuck in a job i hate and living an unfulfilled life and having never reached my potential and living in low income housing where i have an ugly kitchen that hasn’t been updated since the 70s and i never achieved any of my dreams, and then i watch as everyone goes on and lives fabulous lives because they were smart and hardworking but i just could never rise to my full potential. 

Something you hate more than anything?: my sister’s bf/soon to be ex-bf. also kanye west.

Did you kiss or hug anyone today?: no

Do you like surprises?: I like really good surprises, but I don’t like feeling shocked. The only downside with surprises is you can get so excited that after it’s over and you’re not excited anymore, it’s like you get a drop in adrenaline and then you get sad or tired after.

Do you think people have any misconceptions about you?: Oh yeah

Do you miss someone?: Yes

Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?: I think if I felt that was the right thing to do, then yes.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?: No, I just think we learn to thrive in spite of it and good can come from it.

Which one of your friends do you think would make the best doctor?: I’m not really friends with her anymore, but mackenzie would have been a good doctor if she wanted to be.

What’s your most favorite scar?: I don’t have cool scars, just lame ones from thinking I was cool as a kid and crashing my bike and falling into a pit of wounded pride and humilation.

When was the last time you flew in a plane?: I’ve actually never been on a plane.

What did the last text message say that you received?: My sister telling me that she’s pretty sure she has ADHD which I can confirm just by being around her lol. 

How many kids do you wanna have?: I’ve always felt 3, but I don’t even know if I’ll have kids or get married. I’m not opposed to kids, but I’m also okay if I never have them.

Would you make a good parent?: I think so. I had great parents so I’m sure I would be fine. I suck in the cooking category though lol.

Where was your default picture taken?: My tumblr blogs are all pics of Taylor Swift lol, but on my facebook it’s a selfie I took of myself at my dining room table.

Honestly, whats on your mind right now?: I just feel really tired and bummed. I’m always stressed about how much work I’m not getting done, but when I go to write something down I just get overwhelmed or I don’t know what to say or I don’t have any ideas. I wrote something a few nights ago I was proud of so I think I’m getting better at forcing it out of me and shoving the doubts behind me, but they’re there and they’re rampant some days. Lately, I’m just worried about not rising into my potential and always sitting beneath it and never achieving my goals and dreams. 

Do you wear contact lenses or glasses?: Both! It depends on the look I’m going for that day. I like wearing my glasses because it’s less hassle and more comfortable on my eyes, but especially because of masks right now, I like to wear my contacts so I don’t have to deal with my breath fogging them up or if I love my eye makeup/am wearing fake lashes.

When is the last time you received a massage? About a year and a half ago. I never actually went for a full massage, but I had a facial and part of the facial was a leg and foot massage which we beautiful.

Who made you cry?: Recently, my managers when they indirectly accused me of stealing (they said I look suspicious??) from the tills which was totally absurd and I felt kind of betrayed by them in a way that they would think I could do something like that, especially after I’ve been two years of my life to this company.

What was the last tv show you watched? Honestly, I think it was Spongebob lol. It was on tv a few days ago so I watched it. What are your plans for tomorrow?: I need to clean my bathroom really badly lol. I think my mom wants to open her gifts early tomorrow (she’s a christmas baby) so we’re probably going to do that and then at 3:30 I have to work.

[moondustis]

swang my way (m)

pairing: wong yukhei+ reader genre: smut word count: 2k summary: yukhei held his phone with one hand and a dumb look on his face. he had been looking at that picture since the moment you sent it, only stopping to reply to it. of all the things he was expecting you to reply to the vine compilation he had sent you with, a nude was the last one in the list

one of the certainty you have in your life is that if you asked someone to describe your personality in a few words, spontaneous would not be one of them. every action you made always involved a lot of thought and previous considerations. you hate changes and doing things out of nowhere, maybe because you are afraid of dealing with unknown situations or because you are just a creature of habit.

that’s why you think you are absolutely going crazy when you stand in front of a mirror, with nothing but the cutest pair of lingerie you own, ready to take a picture for you boyfriend.

it’s maybe not that big of a deal to some people, sure. but you, the virgin that sometimes blushed when her boyfriend touched her ass, had never done anything like this before. and yukhei hadn’t even ask sfor a sexy picture or anything, the last thing he texted you five minutes ago was about how good vine compilations were.

a wave of both excitement and anxiety hits your body when you kneel on the floor in front on the mirror, doing your best to mimic the pose from the pinterest picture you found. it’s not a bad view, you think to yourself, with the way your baby pink bralete makes your boobs look and how they match the soft red lipstick you applied.

you take a lot of pics with all the poses you could think of and, after laughing at how weird some of them look, you decide that looks good and natural enough.

your heart feels like it will jump out of your chest when you lay in bed and open your chat with yukhei. your minds goes through all the reasons you shouldn’t do this while you type and delete ten different texts.

after half an hour you decide on sending something that resembles a meme, because yukhei would like that.

you:

open for a surprise

you:

*attached picture*

you feel your heartbeat get faster and you have to put your phone away to try and make the dreading feeling in your stomach go away. you weren’t worried that yukhei would react badly, he was always sweet and made you feel special. no, you were more worried you were making a fool of yourself, that your attempts of looking sexy were a complete fail.

your thoughts are interrupted by the notification sound of your phone and if your heart wasn’t this fast already you are it would burst out of your chest. the sound doesn’t stop until you pick up your phone to see the notifications from your boyfriend.

yukhei:

assdffjsjjahdoaksskk

yukhei:

oooooooooh mY GOD

yukhei:

holy umfuckkkkkkk

yukhei:

damn baby u are so hot what did i do to deserve thisss

yukhei:

i feel like im about to die fuckk

knowing yukhei you fully expected him to overreact, so the blush that takes over your face is not that extreme. you still giggle at your phone, excited over how excited he seemed about the picture.

you:

stop

you:

im ao embarrassed

so*

yukhei:

noo u shouldnt be

yukhei:

i liked it a lot

you:

im glad u did

❤️

yukhei:

😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍

yukhei held his phone with one hand and a dumb look on his face. he had been looking at that picture since the moment you sent it, only stopping to reply to it. of all the things he was expecting you to reply to the vine compilation he had sent you with, a nude was the last one in the list. it wasn’t even a nude, just a picture of you looking cute in matching underwear  but that was enough to get him in his feelings.

did he overreact? yes, maybe. but it was a surprise, he never thought you would ever send him something like that. you were usually shy and every time kisses between the two of you would get a little more heated, you would back off leaving him most of the time with a fully hard on and only his imagination.

it didn’t upset him, of course. he understood and respected that you weren’t ready for it. but sometimes his mind would be too much and he would wish so desperately for you to finally let, and want, him to do all the things his imagination came up with.

maybe, just maybe, this was a small step for you that was meant to show him you were ready for things to move a little forward. his heart raced at the thought of that.

yukhei:

so was this like an invitation to sext?

you:

no omg

i never even did that

yukhei:

oh lmao

okay

i mean i would be down to that if u wanted

like super down

😉

you:

lmao of course u would

but really i have no idea how to even do that

yukhei:

it’s pretty simple

like

what r u doing rn?

you:

glad u didnt ask what i would be doing if u were here rn

yukhei:

lmao

cmon im not that cliche

you:

so, right now im just laying in bed and texting u

wbu?

yukhei:

same... and thinking about what i would be doing if i was there with u

🤪🤪

you:

jfjffndvkkgdjj stfuuuuu

yukhei:

but fr

tell me

are u still wearing that lingerie or did u just put it on for the picture

you:

i am

*image attached*

his heart is not beating as much anymore but he can still hear it in the silence of the room. the other photo you sent was raunchier than the other, more spontaneous, it shows only your torso and it’s sinful how the baby pink lingerie makes you look almost angelic. like you came down to this earth to ruin him.

he doesn’t know if it’s just the picture or the whole thing of you doing this for him, but he can feel himself getting hard. still, he doesn’t touch himself just yet, hand wandering and stopping just above his waistband.

yukhei:

oooooooh god

u look so hot baby

u drive me crazy

im not even kidding i really wish i was there with u right now

you:

what would you want to do if u were?

yukhei:

fuck so many things

u have no idea how many fantasies i have with u

you:

tell me

ur favorite

it’s hard to pick a favorite. even more so now that he’s got something to upgrade his visual material. he likes imagining you riding him on the small he and mark got for their dorm when they moved in, a hand on your neck because ever since you told him it was sensitive, he couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to choke you. sometimes he imagines fucking you in a bathroom at a party because you just couldn’t wait until you got home, and everyone knows how well he’s doing it because you can’t keep quiet.

but the best one will always be the one you are on your knees, eyes staring up at him like you’re begging for him to fuck your mouth. it’s not the most scandalous thing but it gets him going like nothing else. just thinking about it has his dick twitching in his pants.

yukhei:

i like imagining u on ur knees

looking all obedient and pretty for me

you:

oh my god

yukhei:

and u let me fuck ur pretty mouth

like the good girl u are

you:

i

i would like to do that

“fuck” yukhei mutters and his hand automatically slides inside the pants and just a touch on his dick has him shivering. you said you wanted it, you wanted to make one of his fantasies come true.

slowly sliding his fist up and down his dick a couple time he decides it’s too much and not enough at the same time so he makes a bold move. clicking on his phone with one hand he goes to his contact list and clicks on your phone number.

the continuous wait sound makes him slightly nervous. the anticipation of hearing your voice right now, like this, making his insides warm.

“h-hi” is what you say after picking up and maybe it’s his mind playing tricks on him but your voice sounds a little breathless.

“hey, baby.” he says “i’m sorry i called i just really wanted to hear your voice.”

lame, that’s what he is.

“it’s okay, i’m glad you did.” he can’t help but giggle at your words.

“you’re perfect.” his hand is still moving lazily and he feels a bit ashamed for doing this when you sound so innocent. “and you drive me crazy, you have no idea.”

he wants to ask you for another picture, a video even, anything that shows him exactly what you are doing right now, but he assumes that would be too much. so he contents with the way your sounds are making him feel, the little moans that you let out are still shy even though you’re alone in your dorm room.

“tell me what u are doing, angel.” he almost begs and it takes a few heartbeats for you to finally reply.

“i’m... i’m touching myself.” is your reply and even if he suspected it, hearing it from you has him tightening h

is fist just a bit.

“how do you like to do it, huh? do you do it slow?”

“uhmm, i like to start slow and pick up the pace when it gets too much.” your voice is shy and it definitely sounds breathless right now. he moves his hand and up down, biting his lips with so much force that he’s sure it’ll be bruised tomorrow.

“do you like fingering yourself?” he asks and imagines what you would like with your legs spread open and two of your fingers inside of your tight cunt. he lets out a breathy moan.

“yeah, i do.” a moan just as loud as his leaves your mouth. “but i can barely fit two fingers inside, it’s to much.”

“fuck, fuck.” the speed of his hand just goes faster and faster, his whole body feeling electric. “i bet you are going to feel so tight around me, and so fucking good.”

the words just start coming out of his mouth and he can’t control it. doesn’t want to with the way you’re moaning for him, begging for something you can get just now. pleads of his name that make him feel on cloud nine.

he spreads the pre-cum that gathered around the tip of his cock and starts pumping faster, imaging he’s fucking your pussy instead. “i can’t to finally fuck you, babe. i wanna feel you around me so fucking bad, make you come all over my dick.”

“oh my god, holy shit i’m about to-“ and then you are coming with a long whine that sounds a lot like his name. he imagines what your face would look like right now, all blissed out and your body shaking from your orgasm.

he comes a heartbeat later, hand speeding up only to slow down again. he comes so hard that not only does he see stars, but he also feels them sparkling all over his body. “fuck” is all he manages to say.

you’re both trying to catch your breath and for a while it’s quiet besides that. he feels content and assumes you do too if the giggle you let out is any indication.

“i can’t believe we did this.”

“me neither.” he replies “i’m so glad you sent that photo.”

“me too” you say, your voice sounding like it does when you’re smiling. he desperately wishes he could kiss you right now.

“feel free to like send more anytime you want.”

you hum, like the idea pleases you. “we’ll see about that.” and then you’re hanging up.

yukhei:

not even a sleep well my baby thank u for the mind blowing orgasm?

im offended

you:

lmao u are so lame

goodnight my baby thank u for the average orgasm 😘

yukhei:

AVERAGE???

didnt sound like that to meee

...

baby

BABY

was it really not mind blowing

?

you:

go to sleep yukhei

yukhei:

ugh ok

goodnight sleep well my angel from above

😘😍❤️😍😘

[tjkiahgb]

Episode Recap: 3.13, “Mount Rushmore or Less”

Remember how the last episode ended? When Jonah and Amber were making out in the park? Good, because we’re picking up from right where we left off.

The GHC react in even more shock to seeing the two kiss. Andi tells everyone to act natural, so Cyrus takes off his shoe and throws it into the lake. Buffy vetoes that idea and calls Jonah over to get answers.

Andi’s like, did she have to do that?

But, in fairness, you told everyone to act natural and confrontation is super natural for Buffy.

Jonah comes running over and they start grilling him: what happened with Libby? What’s this with Amber? Are you a two-timing son of a gun?

Jonah explains he’s not being a jerk and that Libby broke up with him a couple days ago.

They press him on already getting back together with Amber, but I don’t see a ring on his finger. Let the boy live.

Cyrus thinks it’s possible their relationship could work this time, as Amber has come a long way. Buffy thinks this means it’s only a matter of time until the Jonah cycle returns to Andi.

Andi is less than thrilled about that.

At The Spoon, Cyrus draws stuff on napkins and asks the others if it’s something.

God, it’s so weird that he would draw a picture of my mother screaming at me that I’m wasting my life.

And then following it up with a picture of my father telling me he’ll never get me a puppy because I’ll never be responsible enough for one? This is too strange!

Andi’s phone buzzes and she checks it.

Metcalf has announced Costume Day is in two days time.

We’re all in agreement Metcalf doing this on short notice is some kind of social experiment, right? Designed to drive the students to madness, yes? Okay, good.

Andi wants to know who can plan a costume in two days? I mean, other than most people, who would probably just go to the store and buy one or make something simple. You really don’t need that much time unless you’re, I don’t know, doing some kind of big, multi-person production involving sheets and face paint? But why put yourself through that?

Jonah already knows what he’s doing.

That sounds lame. Who’d even be interested in such a thing? And it’s really not going to work unless he can get Zachary Levi to come in and be the second part of that costume and there’s no way you’re getting Z-Leeves on that short of notice. He was Chuck for God’s sake. He’s got better stuff to do!

Andi suddenly realizes she already knows what they’re going to be for Costume Day: Mount Rushmore.

She notes that they already have the heads, which is really an important first step for any costume: having a head.

The gang seems less than thrilled but Andi says it’ll get them a two-page spread in the yearbook and that, more importantly, for the rest of their lives, whenever anyone asks them what their best costume was, they’ll be able to say Mount Rushmore.

I feel like she might be severely overestimating how many times people get asked that question in their lifetime. I’ve only been asked it like three or four times at various job interviews. And guess what? I also said Mount Rushmore even though I never actually did it. It’s called lying. Look into it.

Cyrus tries his picture thing one more time.

My God, it’s a vivid recreation of the time I fell into a well when I was twelve and was trapped there alone for three days. I don’t know how he’s doing this.

Buffy goes to find Marty. Marty has spent his time away changing his hairstyle and becoming an amateur rapper.

Buffy calls him on it but he says he’s talking the same way he always has, it’s just been a while and when you’re away from someone for a while, you forget they say things like “Yo!” It’s like they say, absence makes the heart forget how people talk.

Either way, Marty is glad Buffy called. Buffy explains she missed him and the fun they used to have. Marty lets her know he has a girlfriend now. Buffy says she’s happy for him.

They decide they can be friends again now that the pressure of a relationship is off the table because Marty has a girrrrlfriend.

Marty lets Buffy know, though, that she’s just a girlfriend, not a girrrlfriend, so it probably won’t last.

Over at the park, Kira shows up at the basketball courts and finds TJ. She asks him if there’s a chance she could try out for the boys’ basketball team. He tells her there’s a girls’ team now and also, honestly, there’s a whole backstory here and if I just let you onto the boys’ team, it would probably be a thing.

Cyrus shows up.

TJ introduces him to Kira, who remembers him. She’s like, you’re Buffy’s friend, right? And Cyrus is like, yeah. And then Kira gets a crazy look in her eyes.

Which Cyrus rightly reads as a reason to exit from the situation.

He and TJ head off. Kira watches them leave and responds with a look that seems to say, “I smell gayness.”

TJ asks Cyrus what he’s doing for Costume Day. Cyrus says TJ doesn’t strike him as a Costume Day kinda guy but TJ tells him he has layers.

Like an onion.

TJ pitches Cyrus on his idea. One person: dressed for summer. The other: dressed as salt. You know: somersault. Like that thing TJ taught Cyrus to do a while back that meant so much to him that he remembered it many months later and wanted to do an entire costume dedicated to it because it was a little thing that they shared. I’m fine. I’m totally fine.

They agree that TJ will be somer, Cyrus will be sault.

Meanwhile, over in another part of the park, Amber prances around in front of her camera, trying to get a good candid shot.

I feel like we’re getting a little window into everyone’s lives here. It’s a strange display.

Andi shows up. Amber complains about how hard it is to seem natural so she asks Andi to snap some shots. Andi’s like, sure, but the cost is I’m going to ask you about Jonah. Amber explains they were spending all this time together and that they realized they might like each other, again. Andi says it’s okay, that she thinks that’s nice.

Then she aims the camera at Amber’s like, midsection?

She takes some pics and she’s like, I think we got the shot.

That’s pretty impressive camera work for lazily pointing camera nowhere in particular.

Andi heads home and starts digging through Bex’s closet looking for a sheet. Bex comes running over to help but it’s too late. Andi violently throws all of Bex’s wedding invites to the floor.

I mean, I know it wasn’t on purpose, but that was way too aggressive a search Andi was doing in that closet. This was bound to happen.

Bex offers to explain. She says she was going to mail them but she couldn’t. They’re just too much. I mean, for God’s sake, they’re vellum!

Of course, it’s not the vellum, it’s what the vellum represents: that this is all happening, and soon. And that’s too much for Bex. Bowie doesn’t know yet, but Bex assures Andi she still loves him. That this panic is because of how good things have been with him and fear of change.

Bex promises to mail the invites tomorrow. Andi corrects her by saying we will mail them. I’m going to walk you to the post office and watch you do it.

Andi then uses this opportunity to say she’s going to murder Bex’s sheet by cutting a hole in it and painting it gray.

Honestly, though, she’s seen how Bex lives, she can’t possibly think doing that to a sheet of hers would really ruin it in Bex’s eyes. It’ll be back on her bed within a week.

Cyrus catches up to Buffy at school and asks her if she thinks Andi would flip if he bailed on Mount Rushmore. Buffy’s like, yep. Are we ever going to get an explanation as to why Andi is obsessed with Mount Rushmore? Has this been like, her thing going back to when they were little kids or something?

Cyrus tells Buffy he wants to do a costume with TJ. He tells her it’ll be a somersault, which is their thing. He asks her if she understands.

Buffy’s also like, “I smell gayness.” But in a positive way.

Still, she says the problem is that Costume Day is tomorrow. She then realizes she might know someone else who actively has a head and could help.

Andi runs into Amber, pacing around outside the middle school. She posted her nice pictures to InstaPic and Jonah didn’t give her a like.

God, this is, at the same time, incredibly stupid and so real. What a time to live in that this is a legit modern relationship issue.

Andi tries to tell her not to read too much into it, but that’s not happening. Amber asks Andi to have a talk with him.

So Andi heads over to Red Rooster to talk some sense into Jonah. She reminds him Costume Day is tomorrow and that he’ll thank her when their Mount Rushmore costume ends up as a four page foldout in the yearbook.

And, of course, once again in 30 years, when someone asks him what his best costume was and he has an easy answer.

She tells him about the whole Amber thing. That if she posts a picture, give it a heart. No exceptions.

And Jonah’s like, I heart most of them. And Andi’s like, no exceptions.

No. Exceptions.

Back at the school, Buffy heads over to find Marty, who’s dressed like The Rock in an adventure movie for some reason.

Buffy remarks on how it’s cool they can just talk again, then asks him for a favor. Marty’s like, what kind of favor? And Buffy’s like, I need to use your head.

At the park, Kira shows up and tells TJ she’s been looking for him.

That’s a soon-to-be-sad choice of words.

Kira tells him she has a super-simple, basketball-related idea for Costume Day. TJ tells her he already has a costume: “Somersault” with Cyrus.

Kira tries again, telling him her idea is really cool. TJ again turns her down.

Kira’s like...

“That smells pretty gay to me.”

She sarcastically wishes him good luck with that and walks off. TJ remains behind, rattled.

Andi returns home to find Bex and Bowie waiting for her.

It seems pretty clear by now that Andi rules this house like an iron-fisted Queen. They live in fear of her.

Andi says it’s been a while since she’s seen them in such an ominous tableau.

Ominous Tableau, by the way, was the name of my folk rock band in college. We were terrible. Got ran out of several open mics. They actually passed a local ordinance to prevent more than two members of the band from being in the same room at the same time after a few too many of our shows. Oh, memories.

Andi wants to know what’s up. Her parents just quietly look at the wedding invitations and Andi realizes they are not being mailed today. Or ever?

They explain that this wedding, with all its planning and details is too much, and that what they already have is perfect. There are too many expectations and Bex doesn’t want to risk it.

I gotta say, I strongly relate to not wanting to do stuff or go to a party. They’re speaking my language.

Bowie is just happy being Andi’s dad and with what they have now. He doesn’t need more.

Andi takes a second, then says okay. And Bex is like...

...did we just get away with this?

Andi says it’s their decision. She’s not feeling surprised. That really, deep down, when you think about it...

Oh?

Then what about before?! All that wedding stuff. The arguments about cake? And dresses? And centerpieces? You were just killing time?

Andi goes to gather her Mount Rushmore supplies as she’s decided she’s heading to Andi Shack to finish the costume.

Bex tries to say if she sees Celia, to not... but Andi tells her not to worry. She won’t say anything and break Celia’s heart.

And then she just walks out, leaving her parents in stunned silence.

It’s weird that Bex and Bowie’s names are on the papers when it’s actually Andi who owns the place.

Andi heads to The Spoon and runs into Amber, who thanks her for getting Jonah to like her pictures. She goes to start her shift while Jonah follows Andi outside.

He says he forgot how much he had to do with Amber.

Which is a great way to be thinking about a relationship you’re like, two days into.

He says it’s not just hearting her pictures. It’s constant texting. Constant hanging out. Constant being around her friends. She’s like a timebomb of insecurity waiting to go off.

Andi tells him that’s regular boyfriend stuff but he contends it’s a lot.

Andi, who’s very clearly over trying to fix Jonah and Amber’s relationship, tells him to just do whatever.

Or don’t do it. It’s fine either way, just make up your damn mind.

She starts to leave but stops and turns back.

She tells him he can do this like he’s about to strap himself into a rocket and launch into space. I know the risks are large, and you might not come back, but I believe in you. You can have a good relationship with Amber.

At school on Costume Day, Cyrus spots TJ, not dressed like summer.

TJ says he was going to call him but before he can explain, Kira shows up. She’s like, let’s show Cyrus the costume.

Oh, I get it. It’s funny because, in basketball, a double dribble is a violation and so is this costume.

TJ apologizes as Kira drags him away and Cyrus is left to stand there, heartbroken, and wearing a colander on his head.

The greatest of indignities.

Andi shows up with her Mount Rushmore getup and runs into Marty and Buffy. Buffy explains Marty’s there to replace Cyrus, who apparently has not warned Andi of his plans. I don’t know Andi that well, but given how much Mount Rushmore seems to mean to her, I’d have gone out of my way to make sure she knew.

Andi takes the news that Marty will be replacing Cyrus well.

It’s all okay as long as Jonah’s still in. On cue, Jonah shows up. Andi’s ready to go but Jonah says he has something to say first. He pulls her aside.

He’s thought about what she said, about doing things he wants to do and not just doing stuff because people want him to do it. Long story short, he doesn’t want to be in Mount Rushmore.

Andi takes this well, too.

“...MOM?”

“Huh? I’m not your mom.”

“Right. Sorry, I’m working through a lot of stuff.”

Andi says she was counting on him. Jonah says she told him he should decide what he wants to do. Andi’s like, I meant with Amber, not me!

She yells “wrong lesson” at him the way you might say “Bad dog!”

Jonah apologizes and walks off.

Let me just stop for a second here and point something out. I’m not going to make a whole post to “Pink Backpack” this, but this is the same area Pink Backpack took place and there are some strange things going on in this scene with the kids.

Exhibit #1: Gorilla Kid and Dinosaur Kid.

Exhibit #2: Pharaoh Kid.

And, the worst one of all, Exhibit #3: Hot Dog Kid.

These kids are walking in circles. They’re teleporting(?). And I know, in my heart, this is somehow all Metcalf’s fault.

Anyway, Andi walks with Marty and Buffy and says this...

I can’t believe there’s this whole story here where Andi has been dreaming of doing a Mount Rushmore costume for years and is constantly having those dreams dashed. What a weird fixation.

They spot Cyrus being a sad little salt shaker.

The mime behind him is trapped in the box that is heteronormativity. Don’t test me. I’ve written college papers on flimsier.

They tell him Jonah won’t be in Mount Rushmore and re-recruit him into it.

Marty figures out what he’s dressed as.

Listen, I know it’s the principle of the matter, TJ bailing on him and all, but Cyrus shouldn’t be ashamed of the costume. It’s not bad as is. I see a lot of people dressed up as food -- a pizza, a pineapple, and of course, hot dog.

And look at this kid.

What is he, an easel? Terrible. At least you’re not him.

Anyway, Cyrus agrees to join Mount Rushmore.

Can we be honest for a second? It’s a fine costume. It was never going to be a two-page spread in the yearbook. The only one they bothered to even make look like one of the presidents is Marty (who’s killing it, by the way). The rest of them just look like faces in holes. I mean, compare it to the real thing:

It’s preposterous. Two pages?! Delusional! Best they were ever going to get was a decent sized shot on the “Costume Day” collage page.

The episode ends with them sadly getting their photo taken.

Relationships tested. People torn apart. Chaos.

Sounds like another successful Metcalf experiment.

[tjovalboy]

Marty and TJ rap battle

The FIghty FIght

Words: 2888 and I am so done

AO3 (please let me know what I need to improve)

Cyrus thumbed through the note document on TJ’s phone– his early preview given more because he begged for one than to give any critical input. “This is good, this is good,” he remarked. “I think you’re going to be fire out there. Absolute domination.”

“Okay, buddy. Easy there,” TJ chuckled, but he knew it was true.

TJ shoved his smartphone, in which he poured hours the past week perfecting his rhymed insults, into his back pocket. In an organized rap battle, the guy who doesn’t have his shit memorized is already ten times more lame than the other, no matter how good his lines are.

Cyrus punched his chest weakly, breaking him out of his thought. “I can’t wait to see the look on her face every time I’m gonna finish my baby taters this week, and hand her the check after I’ve finished every last crumb.”

He shook his head at him, then craned his neck over his shoulder to glimpse at their opponents. Marty Thupparty, a track star parallelling his finesse with the hoops, bobbed his head along to something Buffy Driscoll was explaining very firmly. It was probably something useless, anyway. It’s not like either of them had nearly as much experience as he did, which made this pairing an overkill.

The whole thing was Cyrus’s idea, really. He knew TJ rapped, and that Marty rapped, and that Marty was a little afraid of TJ at one point last year, so naturally, he thought a rap battle would be the sickest way to bring them together– a friendship ploy for Marty’s second initiation into the group since his absence from Buffy’s life.

The baby tater bet was to get Buffy involved for even teams. She only agreed to coach Marty if they bet that the losing rapper coach would have to buy baby taters at the Spoon for the winner the whole week afterward.

They were taking it a lot more seriously than he and Marty even were.

“We should get going,” TJ breathed after seeing their opponents start heading away.

The asphalt scorched the flat bottoms of his sneakers as he walked towards the court. It was like the entire world just decided to preheat on itself, he thought, as sweat began prickle his arms and the mass of excited chatter drew closer. He knew he didn’t make the decision to have an outdoor rap battle at three o’clock in the afternoon in June.

At Basketball Court Number Three, a large, but niche, clump of people had come to watch them rap. They had formed a space for both of them in the middle of the circle, in which Marty was already positioned.

“Alright, alright, settle down everyone! They’re both finally here,” announced Jonah Beck as some random little hands shoved TJ from the outskirts to the space across from Marty. There were whoops and shouts coming from directions he couldn’t pinpoint, and some were so close to his ear he didn’t know where to turn.

He eyed Cyrus and Buffy at most inner circle of the crowd and grinned as they playfully nudged each other, keeping fierce looks in their eyes. However, he couldn’t decipher what was going through his opponent’s head. He stood across from him with his hands shoved in his pockets as if he was watching a golf match, his face as flat as a brick as he alternated slight glances with the crowd, Buffy, and TJ.

“Most of you already know, but I’m Jonah Beck. I started walking home from school today, then I saw this crowd and stopped to say ‘hi’ to everyone, and now I guess I’m hosting this rap battle!”

The kids erupted in giggles, but TJ swore he was dead serious.

“On this side…” he stretched an arm out at TJ. “…captain of the Jefferson Basketball team, king of hair gel, and connoisseur of more redemption arcs than I can count– no really, I never learned how to count– my man, ‘True Jank Fruity!’”

TJ stuck his chin up a little higher and smirked. Jonah waited for the giddy chatter and whoops to fade before turning to Marty. “And over here– track star, lover of parties and, I think, country music; he saw me fall on my face once– ‘Eleven Point Yikes’!”

Marty ran his fingers through his dark hair, which was messier than usual. They stood so close that TJ could see his own frowning face in the reflection of his eyes. ”Ready to lose, Kippen?” he sneered.

“You wish,” he shot back.

Smartphones went vertical one after the other, waiting to catch every hard jab and mangled line between the two dogs, their fingers probably already on the ‘post’ button in hopes of garnering the most attention by sharing first.

“We’re doing two rounds, starting with TrueJank,” Jonah announced. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“You say you’re ‘Marty From The Party’ but you’ve never been invited

When I see the pics on Insta, your blurry head looked like I smudged it

You should take advice from pocket lint, maybe then, you’ll get some relevance

I asked who I was battling, they said, “Middle Schooler #100”

It’s 2018 and they really named you “Martin”

Popped you out the womb and remembered their fifty year old accountant

I think I scraped you off the wall last week, now that needed an extra napkin

Four classes with me and you were nameless? Bro, look around. The whole school had that experience.”

The “ohh’s!” loudened after his most powerful lines, preceding a much larger display of fist pumps and hoots (even from the ones he’d bullied) after the verse was over. However, Marty, surprisingly witted for a newbie, hushed the crowd before he could take in the music.

“Let’s get things straight, TrueJank, you sicken me.

You think shitty rhymes make them pity you for an apology?

You’re like the last day of October, all face with no sincerity.

At least the other ex-bullies use their heads, they differ “sorry” from stupidity.

Aw, but, I know you feel bad; got all this baggage weighing on you

You swing at the park because your mind’s got too many issues

But it’s time to skip the angst, skip the coldness and the frown

Your just plain scary, and JMS won’t let you live it down.”

The screams seemed about equal to his.

“So you didn’t make my team. What a surprise.

I know you were out, and you were trying, but you tripped over every painted line!

I’d say go right, like Mario Kart you’d run zig zags like there was squid ink in your eye.  

You got Buffy calling witness protection cause she so embarrassed she let you inside.

Two athletes in a fight, Wit to wit without the fouling.

I throw words, you shoot em back and think “I’ll end him with these similes.”

We running lines in the weight room, spitting verbs where we kick grovel.

From a rapper to a rapper, we playing for different leagues

You couldn’t diss me better than you wipe the dirt off your cleats”

It wasn’t until after spat his final lines that he could focus enough to hear his heart pound. There was nothing more he had to show, but the world seemed to slow as Marty returned with his own final verse.

“Your hoodies upon hoodies got style enough for Fashion Week.

The critics say “eclectic” cause it’s “he-don’t-leave-his-basement chic”.

Runway shots of your ‘do be like White Christmas with the gel that flakes.

Your name says it all, the only fashion show you running is the coach ordered jank from the sports teams.

Yeah, you’ve rapped longer but your rhymes ‘aint unique

Jock, bully, kinda dumb, and lives a trope like a bad movie

Put some shades, baggy shorts, fake chains, and you’ll almost be a rapper

I’m a newbie? Why am I hearing your MTV lines a decade after?

You’re unoriginal.

Your first date hears “Perfect” by Ed and shakes at all the horror.

He sees your cliche ass boombox blaring like you’re Dobler.”

It took a few moments for TJ to register that his mouth hung open. His classmates were breaking into hysterics and patting Marty on the back like he’d just single-handedly fought a war for them and emerged victorious. He could vaguely hear Jonah amongst the crowd declare Marty as the winner.

TJ tried to pick Cyrus out of the crowd, but he couldn’t amongst the blaring amount of chaos. Teeth gritted, he decided he would just wait by the gate.

-

TJ, feeling a little selfless, held his full tray out to Buffy and offered her some french fries.

“No, thanks,” she stopped sipping her milkshake to reply. “I have practice right after this and I’m already stuffed.”

He nodded, and offered the same next to him. “Cyrus?”

His friend shrugged. “Sure, why not?” He set the tray between them and they both dug in for a handful. The calm chatter and occasional sound of the bell atop the entrance door overtook them at The Spoon diner. After a few moments, he noticed Buffy grimacing at him.

“…and Marty?” she pressed impatiently.

Oh, right. He probably wanted to feel included, too. With his lips tightened, he gave the fries a slight push so they slid forward and stopped at the spiky haired boy’s milkshake glass where he’d accept the offer if he wanted. “Take some,” he said simply, and Marty rolled his eyes at him.

Buffy gave Cyrus a look, then turned back to him. “You’re seriously still mad you lost the rap battle?” she bursted, holding back a laugh. “That happened a whole week ago!”

“I’m not mad,” he muttered in reply, focusing very hard on the pedestrian activity outside the window beside them.

“You totally are,” she pressed. ‘You’ve been weird ever since it happened.”

Cyrus sighed dramatically and slumped down with his elbow on the table. “And I really thought my friendship-making plan would work! I guess I can’t fix everyone’s relationship problems.”

Buffy patted his hand lamely. “It’s okay, Cyrus. You’ll get ‘em next time around.”

He and Marty’s tension had been going on since the battle. He was just a little irked that “I’ve-been-rapping-for-a month-Marty” pulled rhymes out of his butt that shanked his bully boy reputation into little pieces. He may have ignored a few of Marty’s texts since it happened, which pushed Marty into ignoring him, and therefore, neither of them hanging out with the Good Hair Crew that week in fear of seeing each other. While their excuses were believable, it was more difficult to get out of plans Buffy and Cyrus made for all four of them after school.

He almost wanted to tell Cyrus that his friendship-plan wasn’t gonna work from the beginning.

“While you were both amazing,” started Cyrus. “Marty, your last line about TJ being so cliche he’d hold a boombox above his head on his first date was hilarious.”

Buffy snorted. “That’s the part people keep sending me videos of. Someone would have to slap me in the face twice if I actually saw you doing that, Kippen.”

TJ didn’t know how to respond and just shook his head playfully. His gaze flickered toward Marty, and while a corner of his mouth tugged up at the look, he broke away quickly and returned to his comfortable frown.

“Listen, TJ,” Marty had his elbows propped on the table and his eyes bordered on desperate. “If you wanna talk, then let’s talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about because I’m not mad.” He surveyed the contents on his table. “I’m gonna go grab some more ketchup,” he excused himself without looking anyone in the eye.

-

At the ketchup pump, he pushed the lever down with too much force and much of the red blob squirted onto the counter next to his paper container.

There was a snort from someone behind him. “Nice one.”

He almost chuckled, too, but bit it back when he recognized the voice. There’s no way he was staying here alone with him, so he began heading back without a turn.

“Wait, TJ, you can’t just pout and stomp away. You have to tell me what’s really up,” he pleaded sternly.

He glanced at Buffy and Cyrus who were both in some heated debate and didn’t even seem to notice their absence, and before he could process his thoughts, he was face to face with Marty again and had blurted, “The boombox line.”

Marty hesitated, like he wanted to know what he meant, but he couldn’t admit that he didn’t. “Um, what?”

Your first date hears “Perfect” by Ed and shakes at all the horror.

He sees your cliche ass boombox blaring like you’re Dobler.

“The boombox line,” he repeated with a breath. “I thought you said that was your favorite part of our first date– the way I ended it.”

“It was. I always tell you that,” he replied.

“Well, you didn’t have to make fun of it,” he argued. “Yeah, I know we both hated the song and the whole thing was part of an inside joke, but I did it for you to see. Not for the whole school to imagine.”

Marty’s face went red much like the way it did when he held TJ’s hand for the first time at the soccer game, and when he and TJ sprinted down the street filling the sky with their laughs when Buffy and Cyrus almost caught them together, and the Friday they agreed they would go on a date the next day and plan absolutely none of it; thus it finishing with TJ blasting “Perfect” in Marty’s driveway while he cracked up from the second story bedroom window.

They were already calling themselves boyfriends by the time Marty apologized to Buffy and she let him back into their group (which included TJ). They were clueless about the countless dates they had been on since that first.

“Well, sorry, okay,” Marty muttered. “Literally no one suspected it was you and me, though, so you don’t have to be mad. I would never really make fun of you like that.”

TJ’s stomach twisted. He knew he used to scare him before they really talked, but they were countless secret dates past that. “I know. It sounds ridiculous to me now that I’m saying it out loud.”

Marty exaggerated a shrug and put on a dopey grin, showing him that they were okay. “Apology accepted, Kippen. Glad my boyfriend is talking to me again.”

TJ stepped forward couldn’t ignore the smell of greasy foods frying from where they were standing at the back by the kitchen door. He didn’t mind, though, as they were used to meeting in odd locations to talk. “I had no idea you would win, though. I’ve been rapping for so long and you’ve literally been doing it for two seconds!” TJ said through a laugh.

Marty smirked, grabbing his hand and letting it dangle between them. “Maybe I was born with it.”

As his mind ran with ways to banter back, he remembered another one of his problems. “It sucks that Cyrus thinks we’re never gonna be friends,” he commented.

Five weeks was a long time to hide a relationship. In hindsight, they could’ve at least pretended they were friends, but the enemies trope seemed more safe.

Marty rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb. “It does. Even after you rapped about me being as irrelevant as a T.V. show extra and I called you out on your ugly clothes, we still hate each other in their eyes.”

“Their” meaning Cyrus and Buffy. Cyrus was TJ’s closest friend, and Buffy was getting to be Marty’s. After missing Marty all week, he began to wonder how long secret relationships were supposed to last. He caught Marty’s gze flickering over his shoulder at them. “I think we should tell them soon.”

“We should.”

“But how? When?” TJ furrowed his brows, and Marty stared at him like he just suggested that boombox thing from Say Anything was a good idea for a first date.

“Duh, we rap it to them!” he hissed.

Holy shit. His boyfriend’s brain!

“We both wrote awesome verses insulting each other in like a week. It’ll be great!” he continued.

“Four classes and you were nameless? Bro look around. That’s a universal experience.” did have a certain energy to it that would be perfect for a relationship reveal. He was proud when he thought of that while his mother dragged his with her to the bank. He already couldn’t wait or this collab. “I am so in, Eleven Point Yikes.”

“Just let me have some of your fries first, in like, not a passive aggressive way, and then we can start, True Jank Fruity.”

They unclasped their hands to whip their arms around for a painful high five, causing some people to turn their heads. They jogged back to their table, where Buffy and Cyrus already had their necks craned at them, and grabbed the rest of the fries out of TJ’s tray by hand and skipped out the door ignoring their questions. Cyrus probably assumed they made up, but he’d be even happier when they told him in a few days.

TJ would remember to thank Ed Sheeran, or the rap gods, later.

[rosetowersfanfic]

New Feelings

In which Mark learns why most of Gyro’s inventions aren’t on the market, Graves has realized he’s not losing his job anytime soon, and something knew could be blossoming outside the sarcasm and frustration.(also i suck at titles)

Graves leapt onto the back of the malfunctioning robot and clung on as best as he could. For some reason or other the robot had lasers built into its servos, which had quickly caused Beaks and the four other scientists to scatter and hide under work-benches, leaving Graves to handle the problem.

Typical. To be fair the lasers actually weren’t Beaks’ idea, but were part of the original design. However, the robot was supposed to be a butler, so Graves couldn’t help but wonder if Doctor Gearloose was insane.

Graves had, correctly, assumed that the robot wouldn’t be able to reach him on his back, and was attempting to dislodge the bodyguard/saboteur by thrashing around. But it was all for naught, as Graves quickly dug into one of his jacket’s many hidden pockets and withdrew a taser, which he then stabbed into the robot’s neck cables.

The robot shook and spun before it shorted out and keeled forwards, crashing to the ground in a heap. Graves carefully clambered off it, dusting himself off as everyone else crawled out of their hiding places.

“Unbelievable!” Beaks shrieked, stomping over to the pile of scrap. “It’s been like a week and you losers still can’t stop that thing from turning evil! And why do you keep giving it lasers?!”

“Th-the original schematics…”

“I don’t care about that nut job’s schematics! Even I think the lasers are stupid, it’s a freaking butler!”

Beaks rubbed his temples and sighed. “Ugh, I so need a latte before I kill someone. Okay, get rid of that junk and start over, and no lasers or I’ll let it use of of you lame-oes as target practise. Graves, let’s bounce.”

Graves, who up to that point had been prodding the robot to check that it wouldn’t get up again, sighed and walked after him.

A short walk later they were both in the limo and leaving Waddle headquarters.

“Well, at least this time a wall didn’t collapse,” Graves commented to an irate Beaks.

The parrot looked up from his phone with a scowl.

“Ya know, Gravesy, humor really isn’t your strong point. Maybe just stick to looking angry all the time, it works for you.”

“I wasn’t joking,” well not entirely anyway, “it took longer for you to tick it off. You might be onto something here.” This, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that Graves wanted some more time before he had to sneak into that death trap of a money bin again. Certainly not.

“Shuddup. It’s a machine, they’re supposed to deal with insults if they won’t work right.”

Beaks stopped and frowned for a moment, and then looked back at his phone and started tapping at the screen.

“What if we got rid of the morality chips and found a way to just make it obey commands, or got it to follow Albatross’ first law of robotics? And I really gotta change the name from Armstrong, better talk to my marketing team…”

Graves let Beaks work in rare silence for the rest of the trip, which lasted a grand total of twenty minutes.

The limo came to a stop near a chain coffee shop; the chauffeur quickly scrambled to open the door. Graves exited the vehicle first to check for any paparazzi, before giving the all clear to Beaks.

After Beaks gave the bored barista his incredibly specific, over-complicated, more-sugar-than-caffeine order with a blueberry muffin and Graves had gotten his tea, they both sat at a table near the window.

“You know, if you want to avoid the press, you could just have coffee at the office, or at home.”

Beaks rolled his eyes in a way that implied Graves had said either something incredibly stupid or something incredibly obvious but impossible to do.

“If I did that then I wouldn’t be able to post my daily coffee pic. The internet needs to know what I’m drinking today!” He proclaimed, before taking several pictures of his coffee and muffin from different angles.

“...I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that,” Graves replied, “but if all of this is really necessary, won’t the press have an easier time finding if we’re next to a window?”

“I need better lighting,” Beaks said, now typing a caption and posting the picture.

After a beat he looked up a Graves with narrowed eyes. “Ya know, I’m not paying you for your opinion.”

“I’m well aware of that,” Graves smirked, “you’re paying me to do a job that no one else can do. We both need one another so as to rebuild our reputations before either of us dare part ways.”

He crossed his arms smugly. “Am I wrong?”

Beaks’ hand clenched, the screen of his phone cracking. He dug into his hoodie to grab his backup phone, not taking his eyes off of Graves.

“Yeah, yeah, well I’m still rich anyways, but you’re totally dependant on me for cash; and I could fix my rep by myself,” he took a sip from his coffee, getting foam on his beak. “It just seem like too much work to do it myself when I can use you to steal other people’s ideas.”

Graves highly doubted this. “So, you’re over Gizmoduck then?”

Beaks spluttered, desperately trying to find an answer to such a question.

Whatever he did come up with was ignored, however, as Graves was distracted by the foam in his boss’ beak which he still hadn’t wiped off, the twit.

Graves rolled his eyes and grabbed a napkin. He then leaned over the table and dabbed at Beaks’ beak.

Beaks stopped mid-rant, his face turning slightly red. Graves blinked, he couldn’t tell if the flush was anger or embarrassment. Either way, it seemed he may have overstepped his bounds.

The pair stared at each other for a moment, neither sure of how to react, until a shout caught their attention.

They both turned to see Roxanne Featherly standing outside, trying to get Mark’s attention.

“Mr Beaks, I was hoping to ask you about any potential new projects…” she had a small camera crew with her, and judging from the shouting down the road, more paparazzi were on the way.

“Time to go!” Graves announced, grabbing Mark’s arm and dragging him out of the coffee shop.

“But my coffee, my muffin…!” He protested.

“You can have more back at the office, now hurry up!”

The pair had quickly jumped into the limo and shouted the chauffeur to get them out of their before the press could get anywhere near them.

Mark slumped in his seat, pouting childishly about his coffee no doubt, the strange moment between them forgotten.

Graves sighed, he hadn’t even gotten to have a sip of his tea…

Graves blinked. When had he started thinking of his boss as “Mark” and not just “Beaks”?

It probably didn’t mean anything, right?

[loudsuitlover]

College Harry

“Hey, Fair Lady.” Styles smiled smugly as he walked inside the Starbucks where you worked to get his every day order. 

You had grown used to his frat boy’s self-centered flirty behaviour by then and it didn’t really bother you anymore. As a matter of fact, you would be lying if you said you didn’t wait for him when you were on your morning shift. He had started calling you Fair Lady ever since you sat next to him on the only class you had together because he remembered that you had played Eliza Doolitle in the annual play of your Uni the year prior, when you were a fresman. You wondered if he treated Maggie- the girl who worked on the bar when you weren’t working- the same way he treated you. He probably did, you decided, for you knew he did flirt with any female on his way. He had quite the reputation. 

You didn’t come back with a witty reply as you usually did that day though. No, because you were stressed to death. You did not know what you were going to do for the life of you and the thing was your so very competitive cousin Kylie was coming to campus to visit you for the weekend.  

“Y/N?” Harry asked with a teasing smile widening his lips. “Where did you go?” 

He was chuckling at you. You sighed frowning, thoughts about Kylie still running through your mind as you had a look at him. He was wearing a white cotton shirt with short black sleeves and his signature black tight jeans. He looked good. You on the other hand, had your hair worn up in a messy ponytail and looked stressed under the green Starbucks apron. Only he thought you looked cute. 

“Sorry, I was out of it.” You told him. “Do you need anything else, Harry?” You smiled, handing him his coffee and a free biscuit that you only gave to special clients- those being the ones you liked. 

He shook his head. 

“No, thank you. I was just asking if you were coming to our party on thursday night.” He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“No.” You said. 

“Hey! And why not? You can’t have anything better to do! It’s on a thrusday.” 

“Your assumption that I wouldn’t have plans is nearly offensive but I’ll just say that anything- even Netflix and chill- is better than going to some lame frat house party.” You smiled and he laughed at your backlash. He loved it. 

“You know when people say netflix and chill they don’t actually mean watching movies right?” He teased, getting closer to you so he could whisper that. 

You shook your head and bit back a smile as he walked away, leaving a generous tip for you. 

Jess had taken over your dorm to be able to do her makeup without having to deal with Annoying Alice, her roommate whom she hated. You were lying on your bed looking at her as you tried to decide on a movie. Thrusday night had arrived sooner than you expected and Kylie was to come the next day. By then you had decided on telling her that your boyfriend, the one that you had told her about when she was making you sick at Christmas bragging about her gorgeous man, had gone to visit his family in Nevada. There were many things that could describe that boyfriend of yours, such us fictitious, but hey sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do. 

“Are you seriously not coming?” Jess asked as you laid back on your mattress.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” You chuckled.

“Come on, Y/N! I mean hello? Harry Styles is flirting with you, girl! Get your lazy ass out of the bed and go to this fucking party.”

“Because my life revolves around Harry Styles.” You said sarcastically. 

He had sent you a snapchat then, a selfie with the caption you better come that made you laugh. You sent him a picture of your laptop with netflix opened. He sent you a selfie very funny. 

“I am just saying” She shrugs “You are smiling like it actually excites you.” 

“He’s just playing.” You rolled your eyes. “And so am I.” 

“I can’t believe you’re going to let me go alone to this party.” She dramatically complained as you pushed her out of your room. “You know what going alone means? It’s like a direct social suicide, don’t you mind?” 

“Have fun.” With that you closed the door on her face bitting down a smile. 

Harry was resting the lower part of his back against the counter and having a beer as people kept arriving. He couldn’t stop glancing at the door, hoping you were just teasing him and would actually appear. He would never admit it- and in fact he hated even thinking about it- but you had something on him. 

He had met you last semester in a class you both passed so now you didn’t share any more lectures so that’s why he started going to Starbucks every monday, tuesday and wednesday morning so he could hang out for you if it were only for those fifteen minutes. He liked that you flirted back to him but had him on his toes, never quite giving him all the attention he wanted. It was as if you didn’t care and you might as well not care for all he knew but despite that- no matter how much he was thinking about you lately- you were friends. You were probably the first girl he’s had a friendship despite the physical attraction for the thing wasn’t that he didn’t have girl friends. He did, in fact Louise was his best friend, but he felt in no way attracted to her whatsoever despite her being a beautiful girl whereas with you... All he had to do was think of you with your wet hair after a shower to have him going. 

He started looking for you the moment your friend Jess walked in the house but he frowned when he realized she came there alone. He snatched a quick picture of her looking for someone and snapchatted you what sort of friend leaves their friend alone? he wrote. Go talk to her you texted back over a pic of your popcorn. That looks cosy he sent you a picture of his kitchen. Jess is pretty anyway, a selfie of you crossing your eyes. Mmm Irresisitble. 

He wouldn’t admit it but he was disappointed. For some reason, the idea of seeing you outside of Uni, wearing something other than the green Starbucks apron had him excited. He imagined you would wear your hair down, maybe some makeup, a dress; but he would also liked you if you were wearing jeans and a sweater as you usually went to your lectures. He just wanted you there really. 

You were halfway through The Perks of Being a Wallflower when Harry dared to do it. He had been thinking about texting you with no jokes involved for a while now. He could blame the alcohol then he thought for if he texted you something out of line and he wasn’t clearly teasing, you could take it the wrong way and he could ruin whatever it was that you two had but he could blame the alcohol then. 

Miss you x 

Your mouth was stuffed with popcorn as you read his Snap. It was a picture of his thigh and surprisingly enough there was no girl sitting on it. You had seen it a lot, when you were a freshman and he had a different girl on his leg at every party you attended to. Of course he hadn’t even noticed you back then- why would he? But everyone knew who Harry Styles was so so did you. 

You swallowed. What did you answer to that? Was he just messing around? He was probably just joking. He was Harry Styles for crying out loud. You received a call from Jess as you held the phone in your hands still thinking what to say back to him. 

“Hello, Y/N?” Some guy you didn’t recognize asked.

“Yeah? Who’s this? Where’s Jess? Is she okay?” 

“Hi, my name is Niall.” He said. “Jess is okay, don’t worry, she’s just had too much to drink and I thought it would be best if I called a friend of hers? I really think she should go home.” He said. 

“Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah, I’ll go pick her up.” You stood up from your bed, putting on your jeans as you held the phone with your shoulder. “Where are you?” 

“We’re at the frat house.” She said. “I saw some guy took her into a room but she wasn’t even walking straight so... I just got her out of there.” 

“Fuck.” You cursed as you put on your vans. “Thank you, mate.” You told him. “She’ll appreciate that. So where is she now? Can I talk to her?” 

“Yeah, sure.” The guy had a thick Irish accent what made you think you had never talked to him before, you’d remember. “Jess, this is your friend Y/N. She wants to talk to you, okay? I’ll hold your hair.” 

Fuck it Jess must be really pissed. You heard as she puked, then the sound of her legs against the floor and then she sighed on the phone. 

“Thank you.” She whispered, surely to Niall and not to you. 

“Are you okay?” You asked as you left the room, your key and wallet in your hand. “Jess, are you safe? Do you know this guy?” 

You can never be too careful. 

“Hi, Y/N.” She blurred. “Don’t worry. Niall is gooooooood.” Hiccup. “He saved me which makes him a hero.” She said. Fuck she was hammered.

“Okay, listen to me, Jess.” You said sternly. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. In the mean time, you go to the living room or the kitchen or any place with lots of people around, yeah?” 

“But I’m throwing up.” 

“That’s okay.”  You reassured her. “But I don’t want you to be alone with a guy you don’t know in this state okay? No matter how nice he seems.” 

“Oh, that’s fine.” She reassured you. “Harry missed you by the way.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Can I talk to Niall now sweetie?” 

“Sure.” She said. 

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” You lied, just in case. “Thanks for calling. We owe you big time.”

“No problem.” He said. “I’ll stay with her.” 

“Thank you.” 

The minute you hang up- and while you ran as fast as you could towards the frat house because of course your car wasn’t working at the moment- you called Harry for the first time in all the time you had known him. 

“Hey.” If you hadn’t been so nervous you would have heard the smirk on his voice. 

“Hey Harry.” You breathed. “I need you to do me a favour, please.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Calm down, Y/N. What’s wrong? Were are you? Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes. It’s not about me.” You told him. “It’s about Jess. Somebody called saying she’s had too much to drink but Jess doesn’t drink, Harry. She has diabetes.” You cried. “So I think someone must have drugged her and-”

“Where is she? Do you know where she is? Who called you?”

“A guy.” You said. “His name was Niall.” 

“Thank God.” He sighed. “She’s okay, Y/N. I know him. He’s a friend.” 

“Really?” You stopped your running for you felt your lung was going to jump out of your throat. “He won’t hurt her?” 

“No, no, I’m a hundred percent sure. Don’t worry, okay?” He soothed you and you nodded even if he couldn’t see you. “Now where are you?” 

“I’m on my way to the house. I’m picking her up.” 

“You’re running to the house?” He asked. “You live like 25 minutes away.” 

“I know.” You breathed. “But my car is broken and I didn’t have time to get an Uber or anything.” 

“How far are you? Do you want me to pick you up?” 

“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”

“Shit.” He cursed. “I can ask Louise. She doesn’t drink.” 

“No.” You told him. “That’s fine, I’m 10 minutes away anyway. Can you please find Jess and stay with her until I arrive? I know Niall is a friend but... I would feel better if I know she’s with you.” 

“Sure. I’ll go find her and call you when I do, yeah? Call me if there’s anything you need though.” 

“Thank you, Harry.” 

“No problem.” 

He called Niall the second you hang up and he told him they were still in the bathroom upstairs. He ran up the stairs and almost flinched when she saw the state Jess was in. She was sitting down on the floor, her skin was pale and covered in sweat and she was trembling. Niall was standing next to her, keeping a close eye on her. 

“Shit, mate.” Niall said. “As soon as her friend comes pick her up I’m going to beat the shit out of whoever did this to her.” 

“Did you see him?” Harry asked. 

“Yeah. I basically pulled her away from the prick.”

Jess threw up again and Harry creased his nose, the stink of alcohol was disgusting. You had said Jess didn’t drink because she has diabetes but her puking over the toilet said otherwise. 

“Fucking hell, Jess.” Harry kneeled down next to her and held her hair away from her sweaty forehead. “Did you have anything to drink, sweetheart?” 

“Hell yeah, Haz! What sort of question is that? Can’t you fucking see her?” 

“She doesn’t normally drink, Niall.” Harry explain patiently. “She has diabetes.” 

“I don’t know.” Jess cried. “I never drink, I swear but I don’t know what happened. I was feeling okay and then... I don’t know.” She cried. 

“Okay.” Harry rubbed her back. “Let��s say you have drunk. What do you need to do when that happens?” 

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it so I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know why you’re not supposed to drink, love?” 

She turned her head towards the toilet and puked again. Harry should probably call you and ask you what to do but he didn’t want to worry you anymore than you already were. He knew you had been worried for a few days, he had told, so he didn’t know if you would just full on cry on his phone if he were to tell you. 

“Find Louise.” He told Niall. 

You were now walking faster but you couldn’t run anymore. You were barely four minutes away and Harry wasn’t answering your texts. You felt awful and now Harry’s teasing text from before seemed to haunt you what sort of friend leaves their friend alone? And he was right,  what sort of person does that? You had betrayed it- that secret silent agreed code between girls- of never leaving one of us alone, always going together to the bathroom. There was a reason for that and it was this and it had hit you in the face and now Jess was suffering having the worst best friend in the world. 

Louise made it to the bathroom with a worried expression on her face. She was on her last year of nursing school so she managed to bring some calm to that bathroom once she collected her thoughts. 

“What happened?” She asked Harry as she took Jess’ temperature and pulse. 

“She has diabetes and she probably got drugged and then drank or different order. She doesn’t remember but I mean smell this- she drank.” He nodded. 

“Okay. We need food.” She told Niall. “And water. The food, the more sugar the better, so chocolate or sweets, even candy. If there’s none, fruits or bread.” She said to Niall and he nodded making his way to the kitchen and asking people for help. “Hello, sweetie.” Louise rubbed her back. “Do you have anything to measure your blood glucose with you?” She smiled at her and she nodded, reaching for her bag. 

Louise took the monitor and pricked her finger while Harry just sat there dumbfounded. She sighed after a few seconds. 

“Thank God.” She breathed out. “She can eat and she’ll be fine.” 

“I got Coke, chocolate and Y/N.” Niall said as he opened the door. 

You started crying again the moment you saw her sitting on the ground, the stink of alcohol didn’t even bother you as you sat on your knees next to her, you didn’t even look at Harry not because you weren’t grateful but because you were too worried about Jess and because you were terribly embarrassed. He was right. 

“She’ll be okay.” Louise smiled at you. “She just had hypoglycemia because of the alcohol but it was nothing too crazy so she shall eat and she’ll be fine, just like any of us really.” 

“Thank you.” Tears fell down your cheeks. “Thank you all, really.” You looked around you and Harry smiled dismissing your gratitude. 

“I think you should take her to the hospital though.” Louise said. “So they can have blood samples and find out which drug they used on her in case she wants to sue the asshole who did this. Usually this kind of drugs disappear very fast from the blood so I’d take as soon as she’s feeling better.” 

“Sure.” You said. “Thank you again really.” 

“No worries.” She smiled, placing her hand on your arm. “And Harry can give you my number in case she does decide to sue him and needs a witness. I’ll be there.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me.” She shook her head. “It could have been me or... Anyone.” 

Four hours later Jess was sitting on the litter pressing a piece of cotton to her arm where the doctor had pricked her. She had filled the report and you were currently waiting for the police to arrive so you could make it official. Jess was so much better and you had noticed Niall had had a lot to do with that. 

You were sitting on one the chairs on the waiting area on your own for Harry had gone to get you both a good cup of coffee. He had driven you to the hospital for by the time you had left he was sober enough but you hadn’t exchanged much words. You were still feeling awful and you didn’t want him to see you. Somehow you blamed yourself a little for what had happened, after all Jess had insisted a lot about you going to the party and sure she was an adult and blablabla but she was also your best friend and you were supposed to take care of her. 

Harry walked to the waiting room with two plastic cups of coffee on his hands. He didn’t know how to approach you or how to talk to you because now that he came to think about it, he was always teasing you and you would always reply with a witty comeback, it was always a laidback enviroment and he didn’t know how to act when it was actually serious but he knew he wanted to be there and the thought of not being him the one silently sitting next to you or bringing you a cup of coffee, the jealousy that came with thought of it being someone else gave him the reassurance he needed to stay. 

“Thanks.” You said, holding the cup between your hands. 

Kylie had just sent you a text, that she wouldn’t make it on friday, that she would probably arrive Saturday for brunch. Nice. Kylie was the last of your worries then anyway. 

“You’re very quiet.” You mentioned and Harry raised his eyebrows surprised that you’d talk to him. 

“Frankly I just don’t know what to say.” He shrugged and you chuckled making him smile because he had made you smile if unintentionally.

“Who would have thought huh? Harry Styles having nothing to say.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He hit your arm playfully. “You’re also very quiet Miss I-became-a-barista-because-I-wouldn’t-shut-up.” 

“That’s a long name for a miss.” You smiled and he chuckled. 

“Yeah, I should have just probably said Miss Chatty.” 

You smiled and snorted through your nose having a sip of your coffee and he nudged your knee with his gently when he sensed you were about to submit again in your penitential silence. He had known something was troubling you since monday morning when he had visited you on the coffee shop. 

“What’s up?” He asked gently. 

His green eyes stared into yours, gentle, trustworthy. You had never talked to him about real things and when you came to think about it, you didn’t really have many people to talk to about real things other than Jess in Uni. For some reason, even though your conversations had always been on a joking note, you felt like you could trust him.

“I’m just embarrassed.” You recognized. 

“What for?” He frowned. 

“I feel like I’m a terrible friend, like I just failed Jess and... I just don’t want you to see that.” 

“What?” He turned his body so he was facing you inasmuch as the chairs allowed. “That is not true.” He placed his hand over your arm. “You’re a good friend. She kept saying that. Over and over again and I believe her, yeah?” 

“What sort of friend leaves their friend alone?” You reminded him before looking ahead. 

He sighed and placed two fingers on your chin, pulling your head so you were looking into his eyes. 

“That was a joke.” He said. “This was not your fault. In any way.” 

You nodded your head and readjusted your position on the chair so you could rest your head on his shoulder. Again, you had never done such a thing. The physical contact between the two of you was reduced to playful swatting, nudging or legs touching as you sat in class but that was all yet for some reason, it didn’t feel wrong to rest your head on his shoulder then and it didn’t feel wrong either when he turned his head and left a kiss on the top of yours. 

“I’m sure you had your reasons for not coming.” He whispered. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well, something’s off.” He shrugged, forgetting about your head there so it moved up and down with his shoulder. “I can tell.” 

You sat down straight, looking ahead at the way Jess was smiling to Niall, him being the one pressing the cotton against her arm now. You liked Niall and apparently so did she. 

“It’s nothing.” You told him, because in that moment it really was nothing, compared to everything else. 

“Well, you can talk to me.” He offered. “Even if it is about nothing.” 

You faced him just so you could give him a big smile. You certainly didn’t know this side of Harry and you quite liked it. It seemed like the cocky frat boy had a sweet, caring side as well and the fact that he had such nice friends said a lot about it too. 

“This coffee is terrible.” You shook your head with a laugh. 

“I wouldn’t know.” He shrugged. “I don’t really like coffee.” 

You looked at him with a confused scowl and he smiled. He ordered a capuccino every morning before going to class. 

“I didn’t use to go to Starbucks until you started working there anyway.” He shrugged. 

Part 2 <3 

[333kaylynn]

Deaf / g.d.

y/t/n: your twitter name

Word Count: 1950

Request: no 

here i am tagging more people that i hope will enjoy this. sorry if this is annoying lol

@olivia-m-dolan

@dolayn 

@bouttogolinkurbitch

@profanitydolan

@kara-dolan

@nomoregraydays

@chaaandlaah

@dolandreaminn

@dimply-dolan

@doltishdolans

@justanotherdolanblog

@rockstardolan

@notanotherdolantwinsblog

@sushidolans

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She was calm. A calm young girl who had her whole life ahead of her. Nothing would get in her way.

Her passion for the arts led her down a deep path of internet searching. Searching for more people who had interests like her.

Her love for two boys grew expeditiously after she saw one simple photo on Instagram. The way the photo was taken was enough to make her look through the entire Instagram account, and enough for her to look through each of the boys'.

Her love grew more and more each day, soon leading her to talk so highly of the art she had seen all over twitter.

She hadn't realized these boys were so popular. The amounts of tweets and dm's she had received were unbearable.

She didn't mind them though. People just told her who they were. People were even nice enough to ask to be friends.

Months. Months after the incident had occurred she had gotten one simple dm that changed her life so copiously.

She answered within seconds. She knew who it was, why wouldn't she. It was one of the boys she saw in the photos.

The blue verified mark next to his name proved it wasn't something fake.

The two began talking and it led to so much for each of them. He began asking her about her passion for art and she began asking him anything she really could. Asking about who took the photos, who edited them, how they got to the locations.

Her passion for photography was unreal. She loved it so much. Nobody, not even her mom could completely understand her addiction to the art. 

Her mom always supported her though. Her love started after her mom bought her a cheap Kodak camera from Walmart when she was 8 years old. As the years went on, she got better equipment, better cameras, and better things to photograph. She went from photographing her pets, to her family, to her friends, and soon to help with the school yearbook. 

She thought of it more as a hobby rather than a career up until she was about 17. Her senior year is when she decided what she’d major in. 

@/graysondolan: hey, idk if this is weird, but can we ft? 

@/y/t/n: i don’t know, gray. maybe another time

@/graysondolan: yeah, yeah. that’s fine

It’s not that she didn’t want to see him. She just wasn’t sure about how he’d feel. 

You see, there’s one thing that hadn’t been mentioned yet. A severe case of Jaundice as a child led her to grow up slowly losing her hearing. 

Her mother began teaching her ASL at a young age, she even signed her up with a specialist who would help her get through everything. 

By age 12, she had fully lost hearing in her right ear. By the time she turned 16, her hearing was fully gone. 

Days had gone by since the first time Grayson had asked her to ft, he continued to ask her if she was up for it. Each time was a different excuse. It’s not that she got joy out of upsetting him, she just didn’t want to upset him more when he saw her answering him with her hands rather than her mouth. 

Her speaking wasn’t all bad. She could still say a few words, but she couldn’t always control how loudly or quietly she would be talking. She wasn’t mute, but it was easier for her to talk in ASL than in English.

She knows Grayson is a nice guy. He probably wouldn’t care that much, but it worried her to a great extent. Her anxiousness was rising every time Grayson would ask. 

@/graysondolan: can I at least have your number? 

@/y/t/n: 878-575-3434

*read @ 3:45 pm*

370-454-3859 : Y/n?

yeah, its me

Grayson: glad I could get your number;)

very funny, trying to slide are ya?

Grayson: nahhhh. no way.

ok ok;)

Grayson: you sure we don’t have time to facetime

i’m positive grayson, i really can’t right now

Grayson: will you ever be able to

maybe. stop asking and perhaps you’ll find out

Grayson: hopefully i will. anyway, what you up to?

trying to help my mom teach my younger brother asl

Grayson: asl?

American sign language

Grayson: oh thats cool, are you fluent?

yeah, since i was about 13. 

Grayson: oh cool, all I can speak is english. kinda lame

eh, not too bad. 

Grayson: yeah but you can speak english and asl, thats way cooler

i guess 

Her brother was about 9 years old when she first lost her hearing. He’s now 10, almost 11. He began learning asl to talk with his sister a little before his 10th birthday. 

He always loved watching his sister edit the photos she had taken that day, but it was quite hard to talk to her considering they had to write everything out. 

Almost 3 full notebooks had been filled throughout the year. One of them even had writings on the front and back cover. 

A few days had passed since her last conversation with Grayson. It wasn’t like them to not talk for that long. They hardly stopped for even as short as an hour. 

Grayson: so where do you go to school? or is that weird

its not weird. im homeschooled, have been since 7th grade

Grayson: oh why’s that? 

mom had to pull me out. i wasn’t up to speed with the other kids

Which was true. She wasn’t. Her hearing loss caused her to slowly turn her straight a’s to straight f’s. It was hard for her to put mind to the things her teachers were saying. 

Her mom already had a teaching degree, and so it wasn’t hard for her mom to begin teaching her daughter as soon as possible. Her brother continued to go to public school, his mom didn’t want him to miss out on certain things and neither did his sister. 

She didn’t want to be the reason to hold people back, especially her family. Her brother’s love for hockey wasn’t something she could hold back, so she wasn’t going to be upset if he wanted to join a  public school in order to make sure he would be able to join the younger league of hockey in 5th grade. 

He’s started his first year already. His love for hockey had grown instantly after he began playing. His sister always came to his practices and games and got tons of pictures. 

Some even weren’t of her brother. The coach had asked if she would be willing to take pictures after he had seen the ones of her brother. 

The photos had gone up on the website for the hockey association. It was something she was very proud of, and many of the hockey moms had asked if she had gotten any photos of their sons. 

Word got around quickly, so more photos were being taken and distributed to the moms of the boys. It hadn’t bothered her at all, she loved taking the pictures and she loved to see the parents reactions to the wonderful photos she had taken. 

Grayson: its been a week since ive asked last, so im asking again. can we facetime yet? i just wanna see your face and talk to you. 

im at my brothers hockey game. we can when i get home, i promise

After all, if it did end up bothering him, she could easily ignore him. block him, and never speak to him again. It would be a lot harder if they had actually met in real life, but they hadn’t. Virtually talking to people can have its advantages when needed. 

She just needed to know how he’d feel. If she was being honest, she’d say she didn’t care. She didn’t care about his reaction anymore, but she wanted to know what it was. She wanted to see and talk to Grayson just as much as he wanted to with her. 

Grayson: prove it

what do you want a pic?

Grayson: a video

You laughed silently to yourself and took a video of your face and then of your brother playing hockey. You sent the video with a message

That good enough for you?

Grayson: yes very

good. we’re done soon, in case youre wondering

Grayson: thank god. I cant wait to actually talk to you

you are right now

Grayson: you know what i mean. you know. speak

right right, okayyyyy

In all reality, she was horrified. In the back of her mind she was scared. But she was ready, ready to face her fear. Ready for what was to come.

As the time went by it seemed to get slower and slower. Her mind was fumbled with the thought of if she should actually go through with this.

On one hand, she wouldn't have to worry about Grayson finding out her little secret, but on the other hand, she couldn't see herself lying to him this much.

It wasn't a healthy thing to do. To hold back. She was going through a lot. Her brain was tortured and in pain as she thought about how she would introduce herself. Would she say hi, would she sign to him? No. He wouldn't understand that.

Slowly but surely the clock went tick, tick, tick. The time was now. She was about to face her fear of abandonment. As the facetime call rang and she twiddled with her thumbs, wiping her face due to the beads of sweat drippling down her tomato red face, her brother sat beside her and comforter her, making sure she was okay. She nodded and after a few more rings, Grayson picked up. He said hi, she could see it. It wasn't hard to tell that he was excited. Your brother was signing underneath the phone, so only you could see it. Grayson kept talking, your brother trying to sign as quickly as he could. Her brother looked at the camera and then down at the screen at Grayson, who sat in silence, confused at her sudden lack of quirkyness.

"Y/n, you okay?" Grayson says, her brother signing it to her. She looks back up and nods, smiling as if everything was okay. "Are you sure, you keep looking down." Grayson says, looking at you and tilting his head as a way to express his confusion.

"Grayson, uh she-" Her finger gently pressed to her lips to get her brother to be quiet.

She looked up and waved, and breathed in through her noise before slowly breathing out through her mouth. She let her hands take control, and Grayson laughed before saying "You know I only speak english, babe." She sighed and looked at her brother before signing, "Tell him." Her brother nodded before looking at Grayson and then quickly at her to make sure. She nods and starts slowly breathing harder, her face growing redder.

"Grayson. She can't hear you." Her brother says with the most seriousness in his small face.

"What do you mean? Is her phone broken?" Grayson asks, trying to talk more to see if that'll help.

Her brother tells Grayson to be quiet so he can speak, which silences Grayson. "Grayson, she can't hear you because she's deaf."

"What? You're lying." Grayson shook his head in disbelief and then looked at you for confirmation.

You sighed and started signing, your brother speaking for you.

You explained everything to him, and he sat there listening. He didn't judge you at all, and you stayed friends. 

He even took it upon himself to learn asl so when he was finally able to meet you, you guys could talk. You guys could communicate. 

[smolfangirl]

We’re so in love, fighting against all odds, I know we’ll be alright

A sound so sweet, of you and me - 16 - First coming home

Kudos to my ice pack and tissues to myself, because this is the last chapter and I’m emo. It’s been a pleasure to share this story with you and I hope you’ll enjoy this final part and that maybe, one day, you’ll read it all over again with a smile. Thank you, for every like and comment, it warms my heart ♥

Word count: 3.4k

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“Gastón, please, could you stop writing my boyfriend full novels, so he can answer me too?” Luna couldn’t help but add a hint of annoyance to her tone. Five long days without any contact to Matteo thinned her nerves too much to let Gastón’s spam in the second Matteo was back online uncommented.

“It’s not my fault he likes me better.” Said boy grinned, not even glancing up from his screen for a single moment.

“That’s what he wants you to think”, she mumbled.

Gastón chuckled. The gaze he threw in her direction suddenly looked so smug – so much like the one her chico fresa usually wore – that she wanted to cry.

It’d been too long since she last saw it in person.

Her phone beeped.

Novio fresa: Gastón’s puns will be my end one day… or the reason I go to prison

How is my favorite moon?

A smile hushed on her lips, wider than the ones he elicited before he even knew how much he made her feel. But before she could begin to type an answer, Gastón called for her attention.

“Did he tell you yet if he’ll come back this summer? Before they left for whatever that town was called, he promised me he’d ask his parents but right now, he’s avoiding that question.”

“How could he when he’s mostly answering you? I haven’t even replied to his first message yet because you keep spamming him.”

At that, he remained silent in defeat.

Luna shook her head, not at him, at herself. She wasn’t this grumpy, she didn’t lash out at her friends, and most definitely not at Gastón who showed so much support for her since Matteo had left for Italy.

Or usually, she didn’t.

But now, with the weight of the past days, the weight of the future in front of her wearing her down, she discovered she wasn’t all sunshine. She was rain, too. And lots of it.

“I’ll ask him, okay?” she offered as she smiled at him. Or tried to. Too much anxiety jolted through her body at the thought of Matteo leaving her alone here, leaving her behind when she needed him by her side so much, more than she had told him.

More than she wanted to tell him while he stayed too many miles away.

To novio fresa: I’m okay, just miss you

How was the trip? Got rid of the snow yet? And did you ask your parents?

Was Luna surprised he didn’t have an answer to the last, and most important question? No.

Did it still hurt? Like hell.

He sent pictures of his trip to distract her. Gastón hovered over her phone too, mostly so Matteo could save some of his data. Stunning landscapes filled the photographs. Endless mountains against a clear blue sky, forests bedazzled in soft white powder and a few snaps of ocean waves lingering on a beach.

Surprisingly few included Matteo, though.

It worried Luna, more so when his smile barely resembled the radiant, blinding ones he used to wear, when nothing above the horizon could shine as bright as he did.

But when she asked, he insisted he was fine. Just tired, or he couldn’t see himself on the screen while taking the selfies, or another lame excuse. How much she’d give to hug him until he grinned again…

“Luna, Gastón, can you look up from your phones for just one second? Juliana will be here any minute now.”

Ramiro appeared out of nowhere. He simple was there suddenly, or perhaps she’d been too focused on the opened chat with Matteo.

Luna blinked at him. ��Huh?”

“Please tell me you remember that she wanted to talk about the next Open. I have this awesome idea for a performance, but I can’t tell her when she’s too busy getting your attention.”

Now Gastón and her exchanged a confused look. “It’s not our fault, Matteo’s been on a trip the past days and we just miss him”, Gastón explained.

As Ramiro sat down next to them, he shook his head. “Just don’t piss Juliana off by being too attached to that thing, is all I’m saying.”

Out of choices, Luna put her phone away. But during Juliana’s speech, her mind stayed far, far away.

The next time she unlocked her screen, she found two messages from Matteo which caused her heart to crumble into the smallest corner of her chest once more.

Novio fresa: I have to go again, we’re leaving for another trip

Just two days this time tho

To novio fresa: Send me pics when you’re back, I love you

She wanted to tell him she missed him, that this lack of opportunities to talk to him broke her heart and that she needed him, she needed him so so much.

In the end, though, she never wrote that.  

Matteo replied a few minutes later.

Novio fresa: Love you more! And don’t worry I will, you’ll feel like you’re right by my side

If only.

 ///

His heart refused to calm down. Beat after beat, it violently raced in his ribcage, unable to stop, unable to rest. None of the deep breaths Matteo took, none of the scolding looks from his parents had brought him any relaxation. Ever since the last morning, he drowned in excitement.

Now he stood outside, staring at the place connected to so many happy memories, connected to the people he called his home. He took the view in, thought of who he’d find inside, clueless and waiting and soon in his arms again. Despite the long trip, not a single ounce of exhaustion was to be found in his body.

Another deep breath. He needed to chill, at least a little, at least until he found her.

Could you be too ready for something?

 ///

In hindsight, planning their reunion easily amounted to one of the most naïve things Matteo had ever done. He really, really should’ve known better, given their history and how Luna always was good for a surprise herself.

He barely made it five steps into the Roller.

Then, there was the sound of skates on the ground, a voice humming an all too familiar song that made his heart skip a beat and suddenly, she stumbled into him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

Silence.

Matteo looked at her. Felt his heart sighing, felt peace flooding his veins, felt a smile unfolding on his lips. She stared back at him, disbelief painted all over her face. He could see her brain trying to catch up.

“Hi, solare.”

“You – but – trip – how – you’re here!”

He nodded, not trusting his voice to carry him before he turned into a puddle of emotions.

The first teardrops began to roll over her cheek, though they were caught by the smile that broke free and put the sun along with every other star in the sky to shame.

“I am”, he echoed. Her lips numbed the last part as she fiercely pressed them against his mouth and then they were kissing, and his brain shut down while their faces soon became the playground of their tears, and he felt happy, happier than he’d been in a long time.

I missed you so much.

Breaking apart, Luna’s face was still close while she clung to him as if he’d disappeared the minute she eased her grip on him. “I can’t believe you’re really back.”

Something about her tone caught his attention. Something about the ever-flowing stream of tears, about the sadness he found in her eyes that he never had seen before.

She opened her mouth, whispering, “I need to tell you…”, only for her voice to break.

However, behind them someone yelled his name and whatever just clouded his little moon was gone. Smiling once more, she kissed him again.

“Matteo!” Gastón, undeniably, and Matteo barely turned around before his best friend began running towards him, arms extended until he looked like he escaped from a telenovela, lips pursed.

“Do I get a kiss too?” he asked as he threw himself at Matteo. Luna, who managed to step back just in time, sent her boyfriend an amused look.

She seemed fine again, so he decided not to worry and enjoy being back.

Back home.

“I knew you were attracted to me”, he snickered, “But I’m afraid I can’t give you a kiss.”

“Don’t be so afraid of loving me.” Gastón still clung to him, while Matteo patted his back and grinned at Luna, who raised an eyebrow at them.

“Oh, I do love you. You both.”

///

“I can’t believe you didn’t say a single word!” Luna exclaimed later when they sat down in the cafeteria. With milkshakes (strawberry, she wouldn’t let them get anything else) in front of them and Luna on his lap, the smile stuck to Matteo’s face all by itself.

Her eyes glistened at him and he simply had to steal a peck from her lips.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to, little moon. I wanted to tell you so, so much.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

He chuckled, thinking of the disbelief and utter happiness in her eyes, of the enthusiasm carrying her kisses. “Tell you? And ruin the perfect opportunity to surprise you? No, I couldn’t.”

“Awww”, she mouthed. Another kiss. Her thumb caressed her cheek, sent impulses of warmth through his core, like the first sun rays of spring after a long and harsh winter.

“Guys, I’m here too”, Gastón complained. “And the others should be done with training soon as well. Actually, they’ll see you in a…”

“Matteo?!”

With a sigh, they broke apart. Stroking through Luna’s hair one last time, he turned to his friends, who seemed as flabbergasted as Luna had been. “Hey everyone”, he said, “Haven’t seen you all in a while.”

They had so. Many. Questions.

Matteo drowned in them, words rushing over him from every direction and in the hectic attempt of answering, he barely noticed how Luna turned more and more silent. She leaned against his chest, face buried in his shirt. Eyes closed as far as he could see.

Only after the initial excitement calmed down did he begin to wonder what happened. If there was more to it than sleepiness, than exhaustion.

“Hey, Luna”, he whispered into her hair.

“Hm?”

“Do you wanna go? So we can be a bit alone?”

A nod.

Matteo grinned, then called for his friends’ attention. “Guys, I just got my girlfriend back, so could you excuse us for a while?” Silence, followed by wiggling eyebrows and knowing smirks, but at least they let them go. As he threw one last glance in their friends’ direction, Simón made kissing noises.

He only stopped when Matteo winked.

To be honest, though, he already guessed making out wasn’t what they were about to do.

They found the wardrobe empty. A “Do not disturb”-sign laid on the table, so Matteo put it on the doorknob before he faced Luna and pulled her into a hug.

The tears followed immediately. Heavy sobs, accompanied by thick streams of tears, each one echoing through his bones, torturing his heart.

“It’s okay, little moon, I’m here.”

Wet spots spread over his shirt. Matteo pulled her closer. Rubbed her back. Whispered a soft melody of comfort into her ear. Told her all the things he hoped would ease her pain.

Slowly, she stopped shaking.

Stains of her mascara underlined her eyes, so he handed her a tissue. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Her gaze hurried through the room, searching yet not finding whatever they intended to discover. She sighed.

“I’m…” another deep breath, “I’m Sol Benson.”

“Sol… Benson?” The name sounded weirdly familiar, like a story hid behind it, one he had heard before but couldn’t remember. “Wait. Isn’t Sharon’s last name…”

“Benson. She’s my aunt.”

Like that, she cried again, buried her face deeper into his chest as a waterfall rushed out of her eyes. Memories popped up in his head, of the time she told him how badly she wanted to know her birth parents, how she planned to ask them why they gave her away, how she imagined seeing them again for the first time. How ambitious and curious she’d been, and how right now, she was a crumbled shadow of her past self in his arms.

“Didn’t you want to know about your past?”

“Yes”, she sniffed into the fabric. “But this… it’s horrible! They’re”, she hesitated, voice frayed in every single letter and accentuated by her tears, “dead. They died in a fire in the mansion and Miss Ben… Sharon hates me. She hates me, and, and…” Her sentence ended in a hiccup.

More tears. Always more, they found no end in her misery.

He opened his mouth to reply – the words a tangled mess in his throat – but Luna kept going. Like a waterfall breaking free from a breach in a dam. “She’s awful and she scares me, but I couldn’t tell anyone because I don’t know how, and you weren’t here, and I really, really don’t want to go back to the mansion, I… Iwanttostaywithyoupleasedonteverleavemeagain.”

She collapsed into him, all strength gone. All the weight that surely sat on her shoulders after keeping this secret in for heaven knew how long vanished.

With his arms around her waist, Matteo supported her, carried her to one of the chairs while she kept crying.  

Everything about her screamed misery.

It broke his heart to see her like that. Where did all the rain from her eyes come from? Where did the storm in her sky steam from when she usually was so vibrant, so luminous? How did her body carry it all?

“Hey, little moon, please, it’s okay, I’m here. I’m here.” He put his hand on her cheek, stroke her skin. She leaned into his touch. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to go through this, you don’t deserve this, you deserve better than this. I wish it would’ve worked out differently. And I’m really, really sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.”

Her eyes still drowned in sorrow as she half smiled at him. (Or tried to.) “It’s not your fault.”

“Look, I can’t change your aunt. But we can ask your parents if you can stay over tonight, if you want”, Matteo added.

“Yes, please. I don’t want to go back.”

“But you know, eventually you’ll have to”, Matteo added carefully, his fingers not leaving her for a single minute. She seemed to fade at his words, floating away, and he wondered if perhaps he was the only thing that tied her to earth right now.

“But I don’t want to. I want to run away.”

His heart skipped a beat.

“You’re not one to run from your problems.”

Luna sighed. It sounded heavy, like the whole world crouched on her small shoulders. “What if I want to be?”

“That’s okay, and I get it, I do”, he answered, sighing. Suddenly, the exhaustion from the flights kicked in.

All he wanted was to go to bed, he wanted to hold her in his arms until he woke up and found her right by this side. He didn’t feel ready to give her a pep talk; the tiredness left his mind too numb to comfort her the way she always comforted him.

But then again, were people ever truly ready to give pep talks?

“You know, before we left for Italy, I thought about running away with you too”, he confessed.

“You did?” Surprise echoed in her voice, a pleasant change from the sadness and despair.

“Yes. Too many times, it felt. But in the end, what would it solve? Nothing. And we got through this, didn’t we?” He laced their hands, followed her eyes as they studied the embrace of their fingers. “Just like we’ll get through this too. Together.”

“You promise?”

“I do.”

///

“I love you”, she whispered that night when they laid in his bed, with her completely wrapped in his arms. After hours of talking and embracing her and pressing gentle kisses all over her, her tears had dried, and she finally reminded him much more of his little moon who refused to give up on anyone and anything.

“I love you too.”

Luna snuggled closer to join their lips. Featherlight kisses, nothing compared to the restless ones from this afternoon. He had missed them, had missed this – simply cuddling with her in bed – had missed her so much. The memory of being robbed of her presence, of his mind being enchanted with her while his body craved her, still lingered in his stomach, although he reckoned it would soon disappear.

A hummed laugh left her mouth as they broke apart just enough to share the same breaths. Yet, when he met her gaze, she looked all serious.

“What is it?”, he wanted to know.

“I’m sorry I ruined your surprise. But I’m really glad you’re back.”

“You didn’t ruin it”, he assured her. “You couldn’t have.”

///

He woke up in the darkness, confused and dizzy from the sudden exit his dream had taken. For a moment, he blinked into the darkness. Listened to the silence. Breathed in the familiarity of his room.

The mattress moved, sinking in under hasty movements next to him. “Luna?” he whispered.

“Yes?” She sounded out of breath.

“Are you okay?”

No answer. Just a sob.

A second one. Soon, she began shaking again.

“What if… what if it’ll always feel like this? If I never figure out how to deal with all this? She calls me Sol all the time, but I hate it, I don’t want to be her, I just want to be Luna again.”

More tears, like her eyes owned an unlimited supply of them recently.

“You are, munchkin, you are. Sol and you, you are the same person.”

“No, Sol has a family that’s either dead or crazy. That’s not me, that’s not who I want to be. And she has more money.” Bitterness leaked into her tone, and Matteo wished he could take the pain away from her, could give her a new birth family that loved and supported her and didn’t make her cry in the middle of the night.

“Really?” he said, hoping the joke he was about to make brought out at least the tiniest smile. “Well, then I guess drinks are on you next time.”

She laughed.

Shortly, and it ended before it ever truly began, but it counted as a laugh nonetheless and warmed his heart.

“No, seriously, Luna. It’s gonna be alright. Remember how I was afraid of your name once too? I had a choice back then, and so do you today. And whatever choice you’ll make, I won’t love you any less. We won’t love you any less. You have amazing parents who love you so much, and I’m sure your birth parents would love you just as much if they could see you now.”

Luna fell silent during his little speech, head rested on his chest. Her fingers hovered right over his heart, they’d been mindlessly wandering over his skin but came to a halt when he paused.

“It won’t always feel like this, I promise”, Matteo concluded, smiling down on her.

“I know”, she mumbled. “It’s just that… ugh, I don’t know. I feel so helpless. I never thought I’d say this, but this is harder than when I had to let you go at the airport.”

“No way”, he huffed, although the smirk slipped into his voice, betraying him, “I can’t believe this isn’t the single hardest thing you ever had to endure anymore. Do I mean nothing to you?”

His comment earned him a single slap on his chest, but a laugh accompanied it, so he didn’t mind as much. “Gosh, you’re so full of yourself.”

“I beg to differ. I am full of extra fresa.”

Luna giggled, a blessed sound in his ears. If he could save a copy of it and play it over and over again, he’d do it in a heartbeat.  

No more tears ran over her cheeks, and her body felt more relaxed in his arms.

“You are so strong, there’s nothing in this world you couldn’t do. And I’ll be right by your side, I promise. I love you.” He almost added solare, but ultimately stopped, too afraid to make her cry. Maybe, one day, that word wouldn’t remind her of her past, maybe one day, her past wouldn’t hurt her anymore.

Until then, he’d be using his favorite name.

“Luna.”

[cas-backwards-tie]

Let’s Go Home

Damian , Reader , Jon

Request: Could you do an imagine where you,damian and Jon go back in time and accidentally change universes? Where you guys end up in gotham!universe? Maybe it takes a while for you guys to go back but in the end Bruce, Clark, and aquaman (or wonder woman idk) (your dad) end up having to get you??

Warnings: Anxiety, Arguing, Fear of Falling/Heights.

A/N: This is really lame and bad.... and, I made this more about their journey and less about the Gotham characters... I hope that’s okay and I hope you enjoy this! I honestly maybe got a bit carried away with the flying scene, but oh well, I can’t get enough of Jon and literally see no one write about him. Jon deserves some love. I used kind of a random supersons pic for the picture but oh well. 

ALSO... you didn’t specify and I didn’t know if I should make it Damian x Reader x Jon like romantically or platonically so I made them platonic, but you could also assume somewhat otherwise if you squint. 

“That hurt a hella lot...” You mumble as you rub your head lightly to try and diminish the pain even by a minuscule notch. Just opening your eyes you hear laughter coming from left, and chuckles from your right. “At least I got Damian to chuckle,” you think to yourself as you reach for his outstretched hand.

“You rarely use slang unless you’re angry, giddy or hurt.” Damian shrugs, implying that this was a rare moment. “Are you alright?”

“I think so... I mean, I’m still in one piece which is something...” looking over your shoulder to your left you see Jon dusting off his pants.... As if they needed dusting, they’re already practically shredded. “... are you okay?” Jon whips his head up to meet your gaze, forgetting about his jeans.

“Y-yeah.. I mean, at least my pants weren’t ruined, just got dirty.” He whips his cape over his shoulder and back in place.

“Your pants aren’t ruined? I honestly never understood how you worked in those even prior to this.” Damian gestures all around the three of you, surrounded by a forest... a forest which seconds before had been a bustling city. “Honestly these fools need to find better places to open interdimensional portals, I mean, the middle of the street? What if anyone else has gotten swept in?”

“Then we’d have an even bigger problem than we do now, Da-”

“Names,” Damian and I respond at the same time, slightly annoyed. Even I knew the rules without having to be some sort of costumed hero... although, Damian would say that they aren’t costumes but uniforms... I internally roll my eyes at myself because of this thought.

“-Robin.” Jon pauses, giving us a glare and pout as he observes the layout of our new surroundings.

“How do we know this is interdimensional?”

“What do you mean?” Damian gives you a side-glance as he starts to walk along a path he seemed to find fairly close to our ‘landing’ spot.

“I mean... how do we know this is a different planet, universe or even dimension? Couldn’t we have just been easily teleported across the city? We could easily be in Central Park or something.” Damian bobbed his head side to side contemplating the thought.

“Well, I’ll give you credit that this isn’t your worst idea, but also... according to my devices this is close by, so... your idea could be true, and yet, we also don’t know that this isn’t our universe. There are many alternate universes Y/N, even one slight difference can cause a huge change.”

“Yeah, yeah...” you pick up your speed, following him along the path as Jon jumps a few feet to join you both. “I’ve seen stupid time travel, alternate universe movies... they all work the same.”

“So now you think this is time travel?”

“I didn’t say that!” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you keep up the pace.

“But you also didn’t... what do you think Superboy?”

“I think if we still have that guy chasing us then we’d better wait for him to show up.... and no, I think this is still our universe. If it wasn’t then my powers wouldn’t stay as intact, and nothing’s changed, so... yeah... I think this is still our universe.”

“Atmosphere complies... this is Earth.”

“Oh, did your little thing finish reading it? Wow, how useful.” 

“Uh, my devices are more useful in this situation than you!”

“So, we’re being childish, now, are we?” You stop walking as Damian stops in front of you, turning around to bite back.

“I am not childish! I am being reasonable!”

“Okay... well if you’re being reasonable, I literally could’ve told you this was Earth!”

“Oh yeah, and how would you know that?!”

“Jon’s powers didn’t change and uh, we’re still breathing, you dope!”

“Guys, quit it... Damian, she’s right... and Y/N, stop instigating him.” Jon butts in, floating a little higher to scope our surroundings out.

“I doubt you even know what that word means, you child.”

“Uh, like I don’t hear it all the time from my Mom, Damian, Please! Pfft...” Jon floats back down to join you both on the ground. “Also, I think you need to see this...” Jon wraps an arm around my waist, doing the same to Damian before either of us could protest, rocketing up into the air he lands at least a few yards further than we were before.

“Oh, pleasseee don’t do that ag-AHH!” I shout as he boosts us across the park, eventually landing a few feet from the entrance. As soon as Jon lands I fall forward onto my knees, leaning on my arms as I try to regain composure.

“Sorry Y/N/N, but look!” Jon helps you up, pointing over your shoulder to the car passing down the street, big signs and posters taped to it. Fliers were being scattered from the car onto the street, papers loosely flying with the wind in different directions, hoping to spread the word to the citizens of Gotham.

“Definitely still in Gotham...” you mumbled as you inspected the car, “...wait!” Running along the sidewalks, careful not to bump into people the car reaches a red light. Stopping alongside the car you inspect the images painted on the car and the fliers taped to it.

“Oswald Cobblepot for Mayor? No way!” The boys eventually caught up to you, looking at what your hand was pointing towards. “This has to be an alternate universe, he’s a good guy!” You cried out as the boys looked around with wide eyes.

“I don’t know about that... but we have bigger problems, it’s daylight, someone will see us with you and we need to get back to Wa- the- uh- we just need to get back!” Damian grabs your hand, running with you to the crosswalk as he shoots his grappling hook up at one of the buildings. “Hold on... tight.”

“Damian- NOOOOOO!!!” You bury your head in his chest as Jon does his best to fly up and meet you guys. 

“Y/N/N, what did I say about names?” Damian whispers down to you as you look up, realizing you’re on solid ground now.

You let out a small sigh before answering, “I know... I’m sorry, it just, it slipped out... and besides, no one will know you here.”

“Yes, I know... but you also can’t be sure of that.” Damian scolded you softly, which honestly didn’t seem like it could even be possible... scold someone... softly? Be kind yet also be scolding? If there’s one thing you knew about Damian Wayne, it was that he seemed to defy and prove all your previous notions wrong.

“We need to head back to my house... Bruce will know what to do. Jon, do you know where it is from here? I’ll meet you guys back there.”

“Wait, what?! You want to split up when we’re in unknown territory? Are you craz-”

“No, I’m not, but thank you for your concern... I’m just going to check something out, I will meet you guys back at the house. Now, go!”

“Come on, Y/N, let’s go.”

“But, Jon...”

“Let’s just get to Bruce first and then we’ll explain everything... okay? He’ll know what to do if this really is an alternate universe.”

“Fine,” You looked longingly at Damian’s receding figure as he made his way to the edge of the rooftop, grappling away. As Jon reached you, you put your hands up, “Do we really have to do this J?” You give him a pout and try to look as innocent as possible. Jon just nods his head sadly, but quickly smiles.

“It won’t be that bad, I promise! Plus, I can fly longer distances now, so it won’t be a problem.”

“I thought you couldn’t flyyyy?” You question, eyes widening in fear.

“I can! It’s just the leaping is also easier, so I do it more often. I learned like two weeks ago! Why don’t you like flying?” Jon tilts his head in confusion, making you try your hardest to keep your composure despite his cuteness.

“Jon that doesn’t help! That means you barely know how to fly! What if you drop me?” You sigh, trying to compose yourself instead of having this argument... again. “... And you know why I don’t like it... it’s just...”

“You’re afraid of heights. I know. I remember, and I promise I won’t drop you Y/N. I literally couldn’t.” Jon opens his arms to you, bringing you closer.

You give him a pursed smirk, your eyebrows furrowing as you accept defeat, admitting to his embrace. “I don’t know if I trust that statement but... we do have to get there somehow.” 

Jon chuckles a little, his chest reverberating against your own, “You sound so hopeless! Just, looking at me, look into my eyes and feel the wind. I know you love long car rides and sticking your hand out the window when we’re going fast... like when you make shapes and feel the wind against your hand. It’ll be like that, just, look at me and don’t look down! Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, but I can’t promise not to scream.”

“Alright... no promises,” Jon lifts your sullen face to meet his as he stares in your eyes. His concerned look makes your heart do flip-flops as he hugs you a little tighter to his chest, your arms wrapped around his shoulders grip tighter if they even can. You feel your feet start to lift off the ground slowly, knowing that Jon is going slow because you hate this and would freak out if he went too fast.

However, either way you freak out and start to look over his shoulder at the buildings becoming more level with you, despite only being maybe a foot off the ground you start looking around and end up looking down at your feet dangling in the air with Jon’s... Your chest starts heaving and Jon removes one of his arms from it’s place wrapped around your shoulder to force you to look into his face. Jon forcing you to look him in the eyes with his hand that ISN’T holding your body doesn’t do any good anymore as you start to panic and flail, making him go back to holding you as he was before.

“LOOK AT ME! Look at me Y/N!” You bury your head against your chest and shut your eyes tight.... taking a breath you look up at him, your breath and internal anxiety still wavering highly, yet your outward composure is more calmed. “See? You’re okay... we’re okay. You’re flying, Y/N! You did it!” Jon tilts his head down, gesturing for you to look.

You were floating in circle a few feet above the rooftop, literally not even twice your height from the ground. You were such a crybaby, and you knew it, and you were glad Damian wasn’t here to see it. “Now you just need to fly for a little longer, okay Y/N/N? If you want you can close your eyes too, but honestly I think you’ll like the view.”

Jon begins to float upwards more and your quickly squeeze him tighter, shutting your eyes against his chest. “I don’t know if that was supposed to be some sort of-”

“It wasn’t... well, not if you didn’t want it to be.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“What can I say? I spend too much time with Damian.”

“More like too much time with your Father... I literally hear how cheesy he is with your Mom when we’re at your house.”

“Haha, okay... maybe. Here we go! Hold on,” Jon starts to fly over the streets and towards the Manor. You felt how tense your body was for the first few minutes, but didn’t dare to look.

As the sounds of car doors slamming and beeps, honks and even wind rushing passed your ears you began to relax... this didn’t feel so bad, and honestly this was actually kind of nice if you didn’t know what was happening. Gaining your confidence back you open your eyes to a squint. Seeing your reflection in the skyscrapers you start to panic, looking down you see everything beneath you.

Panic fills your body until you look back up at Jon with worried eyes. “Do you trust me?” He asks before looking back up to see where he’s going.

“I better if I’m letting you literally fly me somewhere.” You joke, making him chuckle, which causes you to laugh. 

“I suppose that’s true.” 

“How do you do this?”

“Fly? I mean, it’s kind of an inherited thi-”

“No... I mean, how do you do this? How are you not scared?”

“I guess because I know I can fly... I mean, Y/N, the only reason you’re scared is because you’re afraid of falling. If you couldn’t fall then would you be scared?”

“...No... I guess not.”

“Exactly.”

Waiting the minute and thirty seconds for someone to answer the door of Wayne Manor was nerve-racking. What if you really were in a different universe? Would this be alright? Would they be shocked? What if you didn’t exist here?

“Eh, ello’, how may I help you?” You inspected the man cautiously, hoping that you were taking a step in the right direction you answered.

“Alfred?”

“Erm, I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“We need to speak to Bruce, it’s urgent.”

“How do you know Master Bruce?”

“ALFRED!” you hear the yell from somewhere in the house as you roll your eyes,  figuring Damian probably already snuck in.

“If you’d excuse me,” the man rushed his words as he slammed the door in both of your faces.

“Can you open it?”

“I suppose I could melt the knob, but if you mean break it then yeah.”

“Actually,” you make Jon pause as he was reaching to rip the door of the hinges. “Let’s wait and see how this plays out.”

“What are you guys just standing around for?” You both turn around to see Damian run up to you guys, looking at you like you were crazy.

“We thought-”

“If you’re not inside... then?”

“Maybe he just needed something, I mean it didn’t sound like a cry for help or anything.”

“Let’s just go in.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. The voice made all of you turn around, eyes widening.

“Dad?” Both Damian and Jon spoke as their Father’s had come to your aid.

“Let’s go home... it’s better that we don’t meddle with other universes timelines.” Batman spoke reassuringly as we turned to follow him.

“We really do need some trackers on you guys, you really had to make us look for you.” Superman spoke as we made our way to what seemed like the spot they’d come from.

“Let’s go home.”

“Let’s.” 

[vrenaewrites]

AFTER by Anna Todd thoughts: Prologue - Ch 50

Full video here.

Originally wattpad fanfic about Harry Styles??????

PROLOGUE:

“I didn't know college would be more than academics”

Confused by (her roommate’s friends) inattention to structure: How fucking lame are you

“And that’s when he crept into my heart” Is he italicized in the books i bet it is

Dude’s name is hardin? More like hard-on amirite

CH 1:

It starts with an alarm going off?!?!?!? Rule number one!!!!!

She spends the prologue telling us she’s been prepping for college all her life and then spends a good half a page telling us that again

“Whatever else teenagers else do, that wasn’t me” We got a mary sue here guys

Razor from the knees down - ok virgin - why was this a detail?

Oh shiiii she got a boyfriend? And his name is NOT hardin guys

She told us multiple times that she prepped for this day forever but also keeps saying she has no idea what to expect...does this take place before the internet? Like...google it??

CH 2:

She just said she saw the school online, like you can find pics of the school but you couldn’t find a single youtube video about “what college is really like” foh

So the mom sits in on orientation but is expected to leave before seeing the dorm room how tf that girl supposed to get all her shit up to the dorm?!?!?! Parents usually help you move in??

So the car was packed FULL of her stuff but then she says she only brought clothes and books and her bf doesn’t have much to carry...so what is the truth?

Oh shit her roommate has tattoos

“Where the dorms are tiny and the parties are huge” and this information is fucking earth shattering to tessa and her mom and not-hardin

CH 3:

Two closets in this tiny dorm room…

“College is not what i expected” you said MULTIPLE TIMES you didn’t know what to expect so what is the truth?!!?!?!?

“Both genders” yikes on bikes

CH 4:

HE HAS A THICK ENGLISH ACCENT goodBYE

“Hardin scott is not my boyfriend” okay, so many things. No one fucking talks like that unless they wanna introduce the full name of the love interest in the clunkiest way

Also HS are his initials goodBYEEEEE

CH 5:

“Destroyed his body with holes and tattoos” omg

CH 6:

Hardin is fucking neg that calls her Teresa when she asks to go by Tessa and as someone who constantly gets called Vicki when I ask to go by Viktoria, I am on her side in this instance and this instance only

CH 7:

She is so upset that someone called her prissy but then she can’t even bring herself to think of what those people are doing in the frat house bedrooms

CH 9:

The word bottom. As in, steph pushed her bottom against a guy as she danced with him...BOTTOM

She’s in a bedroom with her drunk roommate and a really great collection of books and I GUARANTEE this is Hardin’s room

Wuthering heights ffs

KNEW IT

CH 10:

And she’s crying

CH 13:

She introduces herself by her full name and landon does the same whyyyyyy who does this?

He’s a nice kid unlike you - i’m shocked at my harsh words

Am i just a bitch or is she the weakest

So they’re just walking and he screams, “Stop staring at me” out of nowhere and walks away...sounds stable

CH 14:

“Noah is my boyfriend and I would never do anything to hurt him” This is what we call foreshadowing my friends

“A man who is rude an intolerable being made into a romantic hero? It’s ridiculous” hardin

Foreshadowing…

She literally just said her boyfriend is like a little brother…ew

“I’m aware that my hips and breasts are larger than most women my age”...women are fully developed at 18...i don’t understand…

Mary sue shit

CH 15:

“She’s intimidated by you because you’re not like other girls” is that a real thing…

“You look...different” - hardin PUKE

“Are you a virgin?” i puked again

No one seems surprised - bitch you dress like a nun

CH 16:

These chapter breaks make no gd sense

“Hormonal college rock n roll misfits”

Immediately takes a shot of vodka

Hardin looks disappointed that she took a shot because she’s not like other girls…

Slut shaming.com / tessa re: molly

CH 17:

“Sorry if i don’t dress like a slut” no you just wear pleated skirts and khakis like a mormon mother

Hardin doesn’t drink OF COURSE they are sober lil bookworms together

I want to be an author. Of course because she is the mary sue of our generation move over bella swan

She’s drinking again after almost puking

CH 18:

“We don’t need to have sex, we have fun by going to the movies...and going on walks” ON WALKS.

OH SHIIIIIIIII THEY KISSIN

CH 19:

This girl has never been horny before and she cannot cope with the feeling

Am i bad a person for feeling like “Well she already cheated by kissing him, might as well keep kissing him?” like i know that’s wrong but…

CH 20:

Oh my god she’s not telling her boyfriend that she kissed someone else??!?!?

Oh shiii hardin’s in her dorm

HER MOM IS AT THE DOOR

WITH NOAH?!?!?!?!?!

When i say weakass you say bitch

CH 21:

The fork at breakfast reminds her of hardin’s lip ring….

She just called Hardin Mr. Rude. “Mr. struggle” lol anyone else watch Cody Ko??

Noah won’t kiss her in public and she does NOT get horny with him

CH 22:

Pride and prejudice is not a magical book tessa

Landon’s mom and hardin’s dad?! Oh shiiiii

“Are you ocd or something” christ

Literally he’s throwing her notes all over the floor like what a four year old

“Eyes burning into mine” AGAIN

They kissin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh shit they doin MORE than kissing

“You’re so sexy tess” I PUKED

Steph’s eyes are clapping with glee?????

“You could learn a lot from Hardin, like, sexually” - steph

okay………

CH 23:

They’re talking about the use of foreshadowing in pride and prejudice about if you could tell that darcy and elizabeth would end up together…

What kinda hamfisted shit…

And then she and hardin get in a screaming match about their situation but it’s coded in darcy and elizabeth language like come onnnnnnn

So much twilight vibes: “your mood swings give me a headache” “i should stay away from him, i know he’s dangerous” dangerous how? Because he has tattoos?

FIRST FULL BODY CRINGE: “You’re thinking about me and you have that feeling, down there, don’t you, teresa?”

Twilight: “i don’t wanna stay away from you”

CH 24:

“He really is bipolar” dude

She likes bon iver and the fray...of course she does

CH 25:

SHE FOLLOWED THIS STRANGER INTO THE WOODS

No murderino instinct at all

“He must be cold in the warm ass water because he can’t be getting flushed seeing me, a girl he’s made out with multiple times and is obviously attracted to, in nothing but his t-shirt” bitch COME ON

“I’m having real fun, not watching a movie fun”

This is such a dig at noah who she says doesn’t need to fuck her because they watch movies together

SECOND FULL BODY CRINGE: “These lips, the things you could do with them”

THIRD: “Oh Hardin,” I moan and squeeze him with my legs. “I want to make you moan my name over and over again” - hardin

My hormones are out of control - who is thinking about their hormones at this point

FOURTH: She goes to cover up and he’s like don’t ever cover yourself from me, i’ve been with so many girls but none like you

And they’re not gonna do it but “there are many other things he wants to do to her first” and at this point my body is contorted like a jumbo shrimp

FIFTH: The whole fingering scene honestly. Just all of it. He made her towel off with his shirt...am I missing something? She had already put her pants on...what’s the point of that???

SIXTH: “You haven’t said a word to me since” - “since i gave you your first orgasm?”

CH 26:

Wtf is this dude’s problem? She ignores her boyfriend’s call to keep making out with him and he’s like “don’t break up with him on my account, there’s no us going on” like dude y’all just went on a date...so you can keep saying you don’t date...but you just did…

CH 27:

She’s so selfish!!!! Calling Noah because she got rejected by Hardin!!!!!!!! Noah deserves better 2k20

And then she mentions it in front of Hardin to make him jealous WTF

Hardin petty ass Scott says, “noah, that’s a nice cardigan you’re wearing”

Thanks I got it from the gap!!!!!!!11

CH 28:

SEVEN: Tessa wants noah to get her horny so she keeps trying to kiss him and when he won’t let anything happen she stops and he says, “that was nice, tessa”

Tessa takes noah’s car to go help hardin and leaves noah in her dorm room alone when he drove 3 hours to see her!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CH 29:

Hardin toxic asshole Scott threw a hissy fit and tessa comes to save the day

He dresses her little glass cut after telling her she’s pathetic...woof

CH 30:

Holy manipulation station nation

Then he forces himself on her and her dumb bitch ass KISSES HIM!!!!!

BECAUSE HE SAID HE NEEDED HER, THAT’S ALL IT TOOK

Cringe throughout: that she describes his lips as pink. It’s weird as fuck.

EIGHT: “You know who i think you are when you’re with me?” “Who?” “yourself”

CH 31:

NINE: He’s telling her if she says the word he’ll leave her alone: “Tell me teresa,” he coos, and i whimper. “Hardin,” i whisper. WHY?

SHE IS GONNA STAY WITH HARDIN WHILE NOAH IS WAITING FOR HER?!?!?!?!!??!

CH 32:

“I don’t know if it’s his smile or the fact that he’s only in boxers, but I’m in a much better mood than before” you skank ass hoe

TEN: He says her clothes hide how sexy and curvy her body really is. Sexy and curvy. Both.

CH 33:

ELEVEN: “I know this happiness isn’t going to last” - the happiness being her straddling this guy that isn’t her boyfriend - “and i feel like cinderella waiting for the clock to strike midnight”

“I can behave any way i want with hardin tonight, because in the morning i’m going to tell him to leave me alone forever” HUH

TWELVE: I am just as intoxicated by hardin, as hardin is by the bottle of scotch he drank

THIRTEEN: Who is this girl straddling this punk boy and asking to touch him...down there?

CH 34:

FOURTEEN: He says he wants to taste her and this dumb bitch licks her lips like “yeah we been kissing wtf” and he says “no, down there” EW

CH 35:

Noah standing up for himself!!!!!

FIFTEEN: Then he calls them those gothic people...gothic? Not goth. Gothic.

HARDIN DONE BARGED IN!!!!!!

CH 36:

Hardin and Noah about to get into it!

Hardin making tessa be honest with noah OMG THE DRAMA

SIXTEEN: I am a moth to hardin’s flame and he never hesitates to burn me

CH 39:

Tessa gets a makeover to go out with steph and i KNOW she’s gonna see hardin and they’re gonna be inappropriate in public

And hardin is here OF COURSE

Oooh and he’s with molly! Tea

She is a slut - TESSA NO

Chapter 37: hardin will ruin tess if she ever comes around again chapter 39: he’s driving her home and making sure her burger doesn’t have ketchup

CH 40:

Noah will get back with tessa if she promises nothing with happen with hardin and we are only halfway through this book BITCH

CH 41:

Oh he drunk and at tessa’s dorm

This BITCH. JUST. GOT. BACK.TOGETHER. WITH. NOAH. AND. IS. GETTING. IN. BED. WITH. HARDIN. TO. WATCH. A. MOVIE.

CH 42:

He picks her up and forces her to sleep in the bed with him despite her saying no

CH 44:

She admits to herself that sleeping beside hardin is worth losing noah and then is trying to talk herself into believing that noah is hotter than hardin????

“You don’t need makeup” “well i like it” “well you’re bad at it” negging ass

This man at the store says, “hardin?” in an english accent and she’s like “i knew it was his dad” well how many fucking english dudes are in this small washington town my friend

This bitch agrees to go to dinner with hardin’s dad knowing damn well he and his dad are NOT on good terms...she’d be walking home…

CH 45:

And then because he doesn’t wanna go to dinner with his abandoning father, she says she’s gonna go to his dad’s house for dinner with ANOTHER DUDE?!?!?!?!?!?

She ignores noah’s call

It is stressing me tf out that she isn’t calling noah back and is instead getting ready for a date with hardin’s family...this poor cardigan wearing man

CH 46:

I LITERALLY DO NOT CARE ABOUT THE FAMILY!!!!!!!! GET BACK TO THE CRINGE NEGGING AND ALMOST-BONING

CH 47:

“He rubs the back of his neck like he always does” - this is the first time he’s done this??

CH 48:

SEVENTEEN: “Oh tessa the things you do to me”

Fingers her without asking?!?!?!?!?!?! She literally says “Without my permission”

CH 49:

She is staying at hardin’s family’s house for the night, asks for her own room because she has a boyfriend - YOU JUST GOT EATEN OUT BY ANOTHER DUDE FIVE MINUTES AGO

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[seigyokus]

7.1 - Yuki and Ban

Idolish Seven - Part 3, Chapter 7.1 For more Part 3 translations, click here!

Translation below the cut!

Tsukumo Ryou: This tequila was born from agave from a moonlit night. The past, present, and future are all intertwined. Cheers, Momo. Momo: ……Cheers.

Ogami Banri: You get way too attached to your songs. I think it’s best if you let go, and distance your heart and your hands from finished works. That’s why we should put some space between you and your songs. Orikasa Yukito: ……So no more live instrumentation? Ogami Banri: Yep. That solves the band problem too. Orikasa Yukito: So you want us to stand on stage and just sing? That’s it? Shall I play the tambourine while we’re at it? Ogami Banri: Let’s dance. Just like how idols do. I did it at the last school festival, and it was pretty well received. Orikasa Yukito: ……Won’t it look lame? Ogami Banri: We gotta dance well enough that it won’t look lame.

Ogami Banri: And that’s how Yuki and I became the idol group Re:vale.

Yuki: ....... Sporting Goods Store Employee: Excuse me.... You're Yuki from Re:vale, right? Yuki: Yeah, the bootleg version. The beauty mark is on the wrong side. Sporting Goods Store Employee: Huh? Yuki: May I have one of these, please? Sporting Goods Store Employee: O-of course! Thank you very much! Yuki: ....... Yuki: "We, the Incomplete".... I forgot that was Momo's favorite song. ......Even though he was so happy about it.... Yuki: If something falls down next to me while I'm singing that song.... I can't. Not again-- I wouldn't be able to bear it. Yuki: ......I wonder.... Does he want to sing it, or does he want to listen to it? Yuki: I'm sure he can't decide.

Tsukumo Ryou: Now, speak-- Momo. Tsukumo Ryou: How did you feel when you grovelled? Did you feel wretched? Frustrated? Did you want to cry? Did you stick out your little red tongue? Momo: I grovelled because I was one-sidedly begging him to listen to my demands, even though I didn't have anything to do for him or give in return. Momo: And no, I didn't stick out my tongue. I won't be doing it either, when I do it to you. Tsukumo Ryou: Oh...? Momo: Why do you look so bored....... Tsukumo Ryou: Tell me, why did you beg? Because you wanted to be an idol? Since you'd definitely get your name out there if you used Yuki? Momo: I get why you'd think that. I've gotten that countless times. But.... Momo: It's just.... I didn't want to see Re:vale come to an end in that state.

Momo: Re:vale......? Ruri: Yep! They're a super hot duo! Ruri: My friend can't make it to their concert, so you should come with me instead! It's their third anniversary concert! Momo: Aw, but everyone in the audience is gonna be girls. Ruri: Guys come to watch too! You've got tons of time now since you got recommended into a college, so you should hang out with your Nee-chan once in awhile! (1) Momo: You know, my heart is still wounded since we didn't win nationals....... Ruri: Well, there isn't much you can do about it since you got injured while sliding. You wouldn't have been able to play soccer again if you had kept running. (2) Momo: ....... Ruri: You can't stay sad about it forever, okay? Come with me to the concert! It'll take your mind off of it. Ruri: I've helped you throughout your life as a soccer player, so now it's time for you to help me with being a stan! Ruri: This one's Ban-san! He's tall, gentle, and just like a fresh of breath air! I'm a fan of Ban-san! Momo: Oh? He looks like a good person. This dude looks like a real player though. Ruri: That's Yuki-san. Yeah, I don't really like him. He's more popular than Ban-san, even though he's fought with his fangirls before! Momo: ......! Ahahaha! Ruri: What? Momo: I'm sure he's not a bad person, but people hate him over stuff like that? Momo: Must be tough being an idol.......

Momo: Wow, there's so many people.... You sure they're an indies band? Ruri: They are! Aren't they amazing? Come on, let's get closer to the front! Momo: Hey, don't push me! The girls behind me won't be able to see if I stand in front-- Audience: Kyaaaaa......! Ruri: The song changed! Wah! It's gonna start soon! Ogami Banri: Good evening! We're Re:vale! Orikasa Yukito: ....... Audience: Kyaaaaa......! Audience: Yuki-san......! Audience: Ban-san......! Ogami Banri: Thanks for coming out to see us tonight. We'll be starting with a classic Re:vale song. If this is your first time hearing it, I hope you'll remember it! Ogami Banri: "We, the Incomplete." Momo: .......

Momo: ......To be honest, I wasn't interested in them at all. But I was overwhelmed in an instant. Momo: The music shook the entire venue. The bright lights and cheers from the audience came at me full force-- I felt something well up inside me, like it was filling me up. Tsukumo Ryou: Similar to how you fill a bell pepper with meat? Momo: Haha.... You don't get moved very easily, do you? Like, have you ever watched a beautiful sunset and felt overwhelmed with emotion before? Momo: Or met someone really amazing, and got super nervous all of a sudden? Or floored the gas pedal with all of your might and went at full speed? Or cheered in victory when you threw a shot just the way you wanted to? Tsukumo Ryou: Unfortunately, that doesn't ring a bell. Momo: Well, all of those feelings hit me at once. And at the same time, how should I put it.... It felt like they knew me. Tsukumo Ryou: Like they knew you, Momo? Momo: Have you never felt that way before, Ryou-san? Momo: Like a line from a movie, sentence from a book, or a lyric from a song was talking about you? Momo: All of the things you couldn't put into words are right there-- 'That! Exactly that!' It's that feeling. It numbing, exciting, makes you wanna reach out to it. Momo: It's that feeling when all of the stuff you were frustrated at and couldn't make clear and were looking away from just slam into you head-on-- and you feel like you're about to cry. Momo: Do you know what I'm talking about, Ryou-san? Tsukumo Ryou: ......I've never felt much empathy for others, so not really. Momo: You poor thing.... You've never experienced anything that amazing, huh. Tsukumo Ryou: ....... Momo: I won't forget that day for the rest of my life. It was like an electric shock-- it jump started my still heart back to life. Momo: I went to nationals for soccer, but I got injured right before final match. Right when I really wanted to do my best, I couldn’t. Momo: It took me a really long time before I was fully recovered....... I lost a lot of time back then. I had felt like my dreams were never gonna come true. Momo: I started to hate God, and the future terrified me. My heart would wrench in pain every time I saw the words 'dreams,' 'victory,' or 'pro.' Momo: But the moment I heard that song, all of my frustration and sadness were swept away. Momo: Like I had gotten washed clean by the waves.

Ogami Banri: Yuki! Hey, Yuki. It's addressed to Re:vale, but can I take this fan letter? Orikasa Yukito: I'm sleepy.... Sure. Ogami Banri: Come on, you should read it! It'll definitely leave an impression on you too. Orikasa Yukito: Hmm? Was there a picture of a girl who's your type inside? Ogami Banri: It was from a guy. Well, I didn't get the letter directly from them, but it sounds like it was written by a dude. Ogami Banri: He didn't leave a name, but..... He said he was so moved after listening to "We, the Incomplete" that he cried. Orikasa Yukito: ......I see.... Give it here. Ogami Banri: It's long, so you better read all of it! I almost cried reading it. Ogami Banri: He was working really hard for his club at school, but then he got injured during a really important match and his team lost. Ogami Banri: As he listened to "We, the Incomplete," all of the sadness and frustration he had tried so hard not to think about just welled up, and he ended up crying.... Ogami Banri: But he thinks he can keep on moving forward now! 'Thank you for writing this song,' he said. Ogami Banri: He wrote a lot more about how happy he is.... I didn't know we had fans that'd accept us so honestly and frankly. Ogami Banri: Our song reached someone and helped them with their life, just like that.... It's like a miracle....... I'm so happy....... Ogami Banri: Even though I fought with my family and decided not to go to college, I'm glad to be part of Re:vale....... It more than makes up for all of the rough patches I've gone through....... Ogami Banri: Yuki? Are you reading it? Ogami Banri: ......Yuki? Ogami Banri: ......No way. Are you crying?

Ogami Banri: I think Yuki was really happy. This was a song he composed with care and really treasured, and here was someone who treasured it too. Ogami Banri: It left a really deep impression on me as well. There wasn't anything I wanted more than for people people to be happy to hear my songs. Ogami Banri: That was what I had really wanted all along-- not money, or reputation. Ogami Banri: I just wanted someone who'd earnestly listen to the songs we'd worked so hard to compose and understand them. I just wanted someone to be happy to listen to them. Rokuya Nagi: OH....... Perhaps Haruki was the same. Osaka Sougo: My uncle as well....... Ogami Banri: I'm sure they were. It's kinda embarrassing for an amateur like me to talk big like this, though. Ogami Banri: That night was a little weird.... We fooled around, like we were high schoolers again. We weren't afraid of anything. (3)

Ogami Banri: Ahaha! Ow, ow! I was just trying to take a pic! Orikasa Yukito: ......Ugh, you're the worst! Ogami Banri: Ahaha! I'm gonna treasure this letter. Alright, give it back. Orikasa Yukito: I'm taking it. Ogami Banri: You're the one who said I could take it! What are you even gonna do with it, Yuki? Read it at home and cry all over again? Orikasa Yukito: I wasn’t crying! Haha.... Aw, shut up. Ogami Banri: Ahaha. Hey, don't hit me!

Orikasa Yukito: Let's do it properly from here on out. Ogami Banri: So you weren't doing it properly, huh. I had a feeling. Orikasa Yukito: Really? Ogami Banri: 'Why am I even dancing?' was written all over your face. Orikasa Yukito: I guess so. They’ll scream if I dance. That's what I was thinking as I looked at them. Ogami Banri: Man, you're rude....... Everyone really loves you, alright? They all hum along to your songs. Orikasa Yukito: That's true....... Orikasa Yukito: To be honest, I was thinking of quitting. There wasn't anything wrong, per se, but just for some reason or another....... Ogami Banri: ....... Orikasa Yukito: But I'm glad I didn't quit-- I feel like I can do anything right now. Let's do it, Ban. Orikasa Yukito: I know we can become the best in the world. Let's sing together, until the day we die. Ogami Banri: Yeah.

Ogami Banri: Re:vale started to get more and more famous from there on out. However, little by little, we started to diverge a little.

To be continued....

TL Notes/comments:

thank u @kuriiii for proofreading!

(1) i think this is a Japanese educational system thing, "admission by recommendation." Here's a news article on TokyoU doing smth along the lines of that (2) Here are a few visuals if u want to see how Momo's injury probably happened  (3) 恐れる物は何もなかったあの日/On that day, back when we had nothing to fear…. (line frm mikansei na bokura, just felt relevant)

As usual, if you see any mistakes/mistranslations/etc, please message me!

Thank you for reading!!

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asks (30)

@novelty--night said: 

Can you recommend any angsty dick Grayson fanfic?

I don’t really read other people’s fanfiction, so I’m afraid the only ones I can give you are mine :/ 

Those are here: 1 2 3 4 5

You might ask Dawn for some others? I think she would know

Anonymous said: 

Hi! I absolutely love your work. Can you please say anything about Steph? Maybe interactions with the Dead Robin Society? Please? Thank you! Your blog is AMAZING!!!!

The Steph content is here:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 (hc)

1 2 3 (fic)

I’ll go ahead and save the ask for the next time I have Steph ideas :)

Anonymous said: 

I would very much like to join your ace crime-fighting squad, but I am rather tall and not good at concealing myself should hiding be necessary. What should I do?

Hm well we do have several non combat positions available in the organizational sector if that sort of thing interests you, but our standard training program includes a week of camouflage and concealment instruction, so I’m sure we can find some way to accommodate you.

I would also note that if you meet the (single) requirement for membership, you’re already largely invisible soooo

kpopfreaksgeneral submitted: 

Something good that has happened to me

So, short story before all this: i’m 20 years old with autism, and I’ve dropped out of highschool (or i think the danish equvilant to that) when i was about 16-17, because I struggled with keeping up with homework. I was thrown around in the system for years, not getting meds, not knowing what to do.

Last year, I was told about an educations program which is targetted at young people with autism. Basically, it’s made to be suited around how fast you learn, how many hours you can work a day and how you will function most optimally when working. It’s within a certain supermarket chain’s stores that I’ll be taught working in.

So far, it’s going great, I get to work, get taught in it, do something and I’ll have a secured work place afterwards, all over Denmark as long as it’s in one of the chain’s stores.

Also, I’m back on meds, not the some one’s as before, but I got my med’s back.

That’s really great!! I’m glad things are falling into place for you!

Anonymous said: 

something good, besides the obvious of seeing u on my dash: it was really nice and sunny today for the first time in a really long time and it was so warm i laid out in the sun with my roommates dog for a bit just to hang

Ooooh that sounds really relaxing

Anonymous said: 

I got full mark and a bonus for a subject I didn't study well for.. I'm grateful and I think I should study next time so I deserve it XD

Whoop for grades coming out better than expected :)

@shieldshawk said: 

I got kissed by a dog named Sirius Black. Because the people who come to my store are awesome nerds.

!!! Congrats on living the dream

Anonymous said: 

I was on a date that had gone sour this weekend, and I was ready to go back home and call it a loss. When! My friend called me and told me she got into a study abroad program and wanted me to come over and get drunk with her! We had a great time!!!

That sounds like fun! Sorry bout your date ://

@nightwing1536 said: I watched Gordon Ramsay make donuts on YouTube today so that was pretty good

nightwing1536 said: It's awesome whenever I get new glasses cause then oh shit things are clear again!!

nightwing1536 said: Finding Teen Titans and getting into DC Comics was a great thing for me

nightwing1536 said: Once I made myself hot chocolate when I was alone and it was really nice

nightwing1536 said: A lady I don't know very well asked how I was doing once because I was sleeping in my old teachers class room that she sometimes popped into and she was worried so that was a great reminder

nightwing1536 said: I got a pair of really nice dentist people when I had to get root canals! Only two. But they were so nice as my usual dentist guys are mean.

nightwing1536 said: I'm friends with the dentist root canal people now

nightwing1536 said: Eating corn is always a good thing that happens for me

nightwing1536 said: My teachers influenced made me know I'm more than what everyone else thought of me to be. Made me like art as one once said "...your art is really unique, don't ever give up on that." It was a girl with a mole smoking a cigarette. Terrible picture that I let him have but it means a lot to me

nightwing1536 said: Another teacher, the teach I hang with that's now my old teacher, tapped on my desk when I had him first time(known him before ish from club) and he said "If you wouldn't mind drawing me something so I could put it up on my wall? Your style is very unique and I like it." Not sure what my style was besides melting creatures and whatnot but it was nice, gave it to him at the end of the year and he says its nightmare fuel <3

nightwing1536 said: Another teacher told me I was good enough to be in her AP ceramics class, simply because of my dedication to it. I had never taken ceramics before and only ever made a few things in her club. She and I aren't very close this year but I wish we could have been. I'll write her a letter, it's what I did for all my teachers before.

nightwing1536 said: In 8th grade my science teacher said I had potential, I didn't care much at the time but he was a huge inspiration for me to live and continue. He was the first teacher I ever drew anything for, a pic of himself, I remember his head was too pointed in the picture.

nightwing1536 said: Finding you was a good thing too

That’s a lot of good stuff! Thank you <3

@silly-fuzzy-babies replied

Bill Potts on Doctor Who saved my entire life

Oh man I need to catch up then!

@cannibalfood replied

Im almost done college, just have exams left then i graduate, my gpa so far is 3.7, not great, but I'm studying hard for exams

Listen I think most people would agree that 3.7 is a reaaaaally good GPA. Congratulations!

@therealstephaniebrown replied

Well! I'm going in on May 4th to get a new tattoo! A really beautiful thigh piece. I also got in to see a doctor and am starting to take better care of my mental illnesses. Three medications so far to help balance things. Oh, and my boyfriend is flying out to Cali with me to meet my family so he can finally propose to me cx I hope you're okay <3

WHOA CONGRATS!! I’m doing okay now. I wasn’t so much last night, but I’ll be fine

@freres-toujours replied

I got the new Mass Effect game when it came out and I've been slowly working my way through it. I finished off a planet today, and this one was particularly satisfying.

I’m glad you’re having fun :)

@another-nameless-person said

I’m gender neutral and was really scared when I found out I was pregnant(months ago) that my family would treat my gender identity badly but…. They’re surprisingly concerned if they are being rude in any way? My mom even offered to buy me a binder for after I have my baby? Also, they’re all excited for my baby to grow up having someone as open about gender, sexuality and equality raise them? Which is a HUUUGE step for my family. So that’s really something that is really good until next month and I finally get to see my daughter :D

HOLY SHIT YOU’RE HAVING A BABY!!!! I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU!!! CONGRATS!

@entrthematrix replied

I have been really sick these past two weeks and have not able to stomach any food so I've been on a liquid only diet. But, I had my first bit of real food for the first time yesterday and wasn't sick after, it is a real sign that I am getting better now.

Oh man I’m glad you’re getting better! That sounds terrible

@thelittlechibi replied

We recently released one of our birds into the wild, but he keeps hanging around the house, and last night he landed on my lap out of the blue. Ruined it by having a go at my face and leaving a scratch over my eye, but it's nice to know he's still safe and chill with us.

Whoaaaa that’s super interesting

@pallet-45 replied

I met you!! Ahaha wow that was lame

Aw thanks Danny <3

@minami-the-door-lord:

I saw a stray cat. It let me pet it.

Yoooo that sounds great I would love to pet a cat today

@richardgrays0n replied

One of my best friends just had a baby! And I got to meet him and hold him. He's adorable and so tiny. So very tiny. I love him already and I'm super proud to be his honorary aunt.

!!!!!!! Y’all I love babies so much

Thanks, guys! Y’all are really kind and helpful, and I super appreciate it <3