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Cleaning Out the Rooms - a Harry Du Bois playlist Alcoholism, getting better?, memory loss, being a superstar, The Final Dream, forming political opinions, bad breakups, past transgressions, being a strange and inconsistent being, and persisting despite it all 26 songs (r-slur warning for Turnin’ on the Screw - QotSA)

including: David Bazan, They Might be Giants, The Mountain Goats, British Sea Power (of course), Queens of the Stone Age, and more. Full track listing and lyric excerpts under the cut

---- Turnin' on the Screw - Queens of the Stone Age (This is the opening track on Era Vulgaris, seemed like an appropriate opening song / introduction to Harry's general essence) ----

... They say those who can't just instruct others And act like victims or jilted lovers You can't lose it if you never had it Disappear, man, do some magic

Want a reason? How's about because You ain't a has been if you never was

I sound like this

Scared to say what is your passion So slag it all, bitter's in fashion Fear of failure's all you've started The jury is in, verdict: r******d

I'm so tired, and I'm wired too I'm a mess; I guess I'm turning on the screw

---- Bless this Mess - David Bazan (Harry being a drunk and a general mess, things going in cycles) ----

God bless the man who stumbles God bless the man who falls God bless the man who yields to temptation God bless the woman who suffers God bless the woman who weeps God bless the children trying her patience Trouble getting over it Is what you're in for So pour yourself another 'Cause it'll take a steady pair of hands Holy or unholy ghost Well now I can't tell, but either way you cut it You should get some distance if you plan to take a stand God bless the house divided God bless the weeds in the wheat God bless the lamp hid under a bushel I discovered hell to be the poison in the well So I tried to warn the others of the curse But then my body turned on me I dreamt that for eternity My family would burn Then I awoke with a wicked thirst

---- Don’t Sit Down Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair - Arctic Monkeys (general Harry vibe. off-kilter) ----

Break a mirror, roll the dice

...

Find a well-known hard man and start a fight Wear your shell suit on bonfire night Fill in a circular hole with a peg that's square

But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair

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Bite the lightning and tell me how it tastes Kung fu fighting on your roller skates Do the Macarena in the devil's lair

But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair

---- I've Been Seeing Things - They Might be Giants (feels very Harry's detecting style, surreal happenstance) ----

I've been seeing things I've been seeing things Don't have answers but I've got lots of questions

Carpool's up, someone gets out Hand someone else a violin case I'm trying not to let them see me looking at them But I'm pretty sure there was a dollar sign

Keep your eyes peeled and you'll see stuff Which at first seems like unimportant irrelevant things

Can't just ask some perfect stranger "What are you hiding in your violin case?" Shadow them at a distance instead Try to get inside their head

Where'd they go now (Where'd they go now) I got distracted (I got distracted) Begging me to stay (Begging me to stay) Wearing a disguise (Wearing a disguise) That lady (That lady) Must have ditched the kid (Must have ditched the kid) Hidge the down (Hidge the down) [???] What's she up to now? (What's she up to now?) Trembling cold by the airport road Watching them stack containers in rows Seagulls, helicopter, windblown trash Something doesn't add up

I've been seeing things I've been seeing things No one asks but I'm packing all kinds of attention

Later I'm watching a news report Camera pans across a crime scene Unremarked upon detail Empty violin case Okay maybe not the same case Different material, different color Still you have to wonder Am I the only one who knows

I've been seeing things

---- Music is the Victim - Scissor Sisters (breakup Harry. drug-addled disco Harry) ----

I left my heart in San Fransisco It's at some motherfucking disco The people there where dancin' on it And that's including Ms. Matronic

Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then so am I

Of your bad fun Money's all gone but you need some Lover's on the phone but they got none Daddy ain't home from the dog run And you're riding through the city with a shotgun

I left my bag in Pasadena Where all them girls was doin' Tina Them bitches sure were crunked up on it I said I'd rather smoke some chronic

Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then so am I

---- Down to Your Soul - Right Away, Great Captain! (about the Final Dream and pre-game Harry) ----

And I see things I actually don't see. I knew it wasn't actually you a few feet from my reach. I looked into your eyes and I began to lose my teeth, And I felt you were dreaming the same thing.

And I know you don't know what I'm capable of But if you give me just one more minute I'm sure That you would be shaking right down to your soul And I'd hope that the fear of the lord brings me home. I'm a man in a body of water so tall Could swallow you whole and forget where he's going But I carved a map in the back of my arm Don't worry I'm coming home I said don't worry cause I'm coming home

---- No Surprises - Radiohead (suicidal harry, pre-game. Maybe immediately before the game. A little Big Communism Builder) ----

A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tired, unhappy Bring down the government They don't, they don't speak for us I'll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide

And no alarms and no surprises

…

This is my final fit My final bellyache

…

No alarms and no surprises, please (get me out of here)

---- Cleaning Out the Rooms - British Sea Power (The instrumental part seems to have been used / referenced for a background music track. And also the name of that one thought project. as expected, it fits beautifully. Wake up in a new life, down by the seaside. Cleaning out the rooms. She’ll be coming soon.) ----

Where life is good in a way Swept away upon our hearts, in cold coal ceremonial On a rainy day, hang it up Get the vacuum and suck it in Cleaning out the rooms, I'll clean it up Dark cloud, drifting out of view I'll never know, she'll be coming soon, that is all I'll wake up in a new life, ship shape and shoe shine Cleaning out the rooms, I'll clean it up She'll be coming soon Drifting into view, way in the west, white cloud If everybody knew, I never knew, she'll be coming soon I'll wake up in a new life, down by the seaside In a new life, down by the seaside Cleaning out the room, I'll clean it up Dark clouds, she'll be coming soon Down the chimney, out the window, that is all

---- In the Morning of the Magicians - The Flaming Lips (waking up with no memory, but bad vibes) ----

In the morning I awake

And I couldn't remember What is love and what is hate

The calculations error

Oh, what is love and what is hate? And why does it matter? Is to love just a waste? And how can it matter?

Oh...

As the dawn began to break I had to surrender The universe will have its way Too powerful to master

---- Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads (Huh?? What's happening?? same as it ever was, same as it ever was) ----

And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?" And you may ask yourself, "Where is that large automobile?" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful wife"

...

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

...

And you may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?" And you may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?" And you may ask yourself, "Am I right? Am I wrong?" And you may say to yourself, "My God! What have I done?"

---- Don't Change - David Bazan (alcoholism, cycles of wanting to get better, depression, slipping in to old coping mechanisms, plus a little bit in here about dreams. This is a song for if Harry continues partying after the memory wipe, I suppose) ----

He seems nice You met him once or twice But you wonder what he's like When he's sober

Then again You hear he has no friends Just people that he spins To do him favors

When he wakes up in the morning he tells himself Today I'll make a change But falling into his bed at night he thinks Man it was a beautiful day to stay the same

I'm so deep That only in my sleep Do the secrets that I keep Float to the surface

So I hold them down Till they don't make a sound Like they accidentally drowned Except on purpose

And when I wake up in the morning I tell myself Today I'll make a change But falling into my bed at night I think Man it was a beautiful day to stay the same

---- Airbag - Radiohead (born again, back to save the universe) ----

In the next world war In a jackknifed juggernaut I am born again In the neon sign scrolling up and down I am born again

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe

In a deep, deep sleep of the innocent I am born again In a fast German car I'm amazed that I survived An airbag saved my life

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe

---- A Comet Appears - The Shins (puppeting a man-body around pretending to be a living thing. drinking, depression) ----

One hand on this wily comet Take a drink just to give me some weight Some uber-man I'd make I'm barely a vapor

They shone a chlorine light on A host of individual sins Let's carve my aging face off Fetch us a knife Start with my eyes Down so the lines Form a grimacing smile

Close your eyes to corral a virtue Is this fooling anyone else? Never worked so long and hard To cement a failure

---- The Communists Have the Music - They Might be Giants (Big Communism Builder, but especially Harry's shallow understanding of Communism. Party-boy communist) ----

I got handed an Ayn Rand sandwich Straight from the can, it tasted so bland I asked a lass to pass me a glass Of Engels' Conditions of the Working Class

Right away they dragged me to the committee To explain my un-American activity They're gonna see they made a mistake If they'd only let me play my mixtape

I'm not partial to the martial Or the plutocrats, in their beaver hats And the fascists have the outfits But I don't care for the outfits What I care about is music And the communists have the music

---- Harlem Roulette - The Mountain Goats (Harry thinking about Guillame le Million? Generally: that vibe of secret, maybe supranatural machinations happening just outside your field of view. A kinda lonely, pensive vibe, sprinkled with past drug use, driving...memory) ----

Unknown engines underneath the city Steam pushing up in billows through the grates Frankie Lymon's tracking "Seabreeze" in a studio in Harlem Its 1968. Just a pair of tunes to hammer out. Everybody's off the clock by 10:00. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again. Feels so free when I hit the avenue. Nothing like a New York summer night. Every dream's a good dream, Even awful dreams are good dreams, If you're doing it right. Remember soaring higher than a cloud. Get pretty sentimental now and then. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again. And four hours north of Portland, a radio flips on. And some no one from the future remembers that you're gone. Armies massing in the dusky distance. Ghosted in the ribbon microphone. Leave a little mark on something, maybe, Take the secret circuit home. Nothing in the shadows but the shadow hands. Reaching out to sad, young, frightened men. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.

---- Suture up Your Future - Queens of the Stone Age (Harry's gonna fix his mess) ----

I'm gon' suture up my future I ain't jaded, I just hate it See, I been down too long It's kinda hard to explain Burned and buried, all I carried

...

Tried explaining unexplained Got caught in the plan All this talking at once I've been giving my love away To the things that tear it apart I'm gonna suture up my future

---- Lampshades on Fire - Modest Mouse (Harry trashing his body / having already trashed his body, just kinda a Harry-vibe song) ----

...

Well, the lampshade's on fire when the lights go out This is what I really call a party now Well, fear makes us really, really run around A-this one's done so where to now? Our eyes light up, we have no shame at all Well, you all know what I'm talking about The room lights up, but we're still dancing around We're having fun, having some fun now

Pack up again, head to the next place Where we'll make the same mistakes Open one up and let it fall to the ground Pile out the door when it all runs out

...

As our feelings are getting hurt Oh, we want you to do the work Our ass looks great inside these jeans Well, we want just our water clean

Well, this is how it's always been And this is how it's going to be So you just move on

---- Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes (Harry "can-opener" du Bois. Talking to the skills, solving things, detecting, generally being a terrifying force of nature / the pale) ----

I'm gonna fight 'em all A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette

And the message coming from my eyes Says, "Leave it alone"

Don't wanna hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell

And if I catch it coming back my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you want to hear But that's what I'll do

And the feeling coming from my bones Says, "Find a home"

---- Body of Years - Mother Mother (Harry's past that follows him, Harry's half-decomposed body that marks the years of abuse it's been through) ----

All the remains of a cadaver of days I keep hidden away, keep them there just in case I wanna visit that place Blow the dust from the bones Off a body of years that I leave all alone Just a body of years

See the skin disappears And the blood turns to stone In a body of years now a pile of bones Like a sheet of veneer Each a piece of my soul It's a body of years that I leave all alone

It's Just a body of years, now a pile of bones You know Old soul who falls down Can't stop trippin' on these Old roads I go down Get back up and get my foot in the door And my face on the page Make my mark in the world With a bat and a blade It's a body of work that you can't ever change Like a body of years that you take to your grave It's just a body of years that I leave all alone It's just a body of years, now a pile of bones Like a sheet of veneer Each a piece of my soul

---- The Cap-m - They Might be Giants (just a Harry vibe song) ----

When I talk you keep looking away from me 'Cause you probably think that I'm high on pot But I'm not, I'm not

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm You say it's such a joke But I don't see you laughing

People seem to think you can't be called the Cap'm Unless you drive a boat Well, I don't I don't

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm Go ahead and mess with me You'll find out what will happ'm

...

Did you say what I think you just said My hat looks good on me? I agree, I agree

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm You act like it's a joke But I don't see you laughing

---- Broke - Modest Mouse (oops! all mistakes. Broke it all. Want to forget it but can't) ----

Broke account, so I broke a sweat I've bought some things that I sort of regret about now Broke my pace and ran out of time Sometimes I'm so full of shit that it should be a crime

Broke a promise 'cause my car broke down Such a classic excuse it should be bronze by now Broke your glasses, but it broke the ice You said that I was an asshole and I paid the price

Broken hearts want broken necks I've done some things that I'd love to forget, but I can't

Broke up, and I'm relieved somehow It's the end of the discussions that just go 'round and 'round And 'round, and 'round, and 'round ... It was like everything was evidence of broken time

You're living on fancy wine You'll drink that turpentine You're starting conversations You don't even know the topic

---- Spent Gladiator 2 - The Mountain Goats (Defiantly alive) ----

Like a spent gladiator, Crawling in the coliseum dust. Who can count on his remaining limbs, All the people he can trust. Like the one who stands behind him, Cheering him on. Ecstatic when he stands defiant, Wild with abandon when he's gone. Just stay alive. Keep your eyes on the pay line. Like a village on the step, About to get collectivized. When the men emerge with rifles from the haystack, Everybody looks surprised. Like the mice in the forgotten grain, Way up on the top shelf. Like someone who's found a small town to escape to, Keeps one eye on his abandoned, former self. Stay in the game. Just try to play through the pain. Like a fighter who's been told its finally time for him to quit. Show up in shining colors, And then stand there and get hit. Like the clock that ticks in Dresden, When the whole town's been destroyed. Like the nagging flash of insight, You're always desperate to avoid. Like the bloody-knuckled gunman, Still stationed at the breach. Like that board game with the sliders, And the children on the beach. Stay alive. Maybe spit some blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.

---- You Only Live Once - The Strokes (just general Harry, talking about the skills, choices you can make, what kind of cop you can be) ----

Twenty-nine different attributes Only seven that you like, oh-oh Twenty ways to see the world, oh And twenty ways to start a fight, oh

...

And countless odd religions too It doesn't matter which you choose, oh, no One stubborn way to turn your back, oh This I've tried and now refuse, oh

Oh don't, don't, don't get up I can't see the sunshine Oh, I'll be waiting for you, baby 'Cause I'm through Sit me down Shut me up I'll calm down And I'll get along with you

---- Pork and Beans - Weezer (Superstar Cop) ----

They say I need some rogaine to put in my hair Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear Oakley makes the shades to transform a tool You'd hate for the kids to think that you've lost your cool

I'ma do the things that I wanna do I ain't got a thing to prove to you I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans Excuse my manners if I make a scene I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like I'm fine and dandy with the me inside One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot about what you think

Everyone likes to dance to a happy song With a catchy chorus and beat so they can sing along Timbaland knows the way to reach the top of the charts Maybe if I work with him I can perfect the art

No, I don't care I don't care

---- Freaks - Surf Curse (head filled with skills, The Final Dream) ----

Don't kill me just help me run away From everyone I need a place to stay Where I can cover up my face Don't cry, I am just a freak

I am just a freak(x3)

My head is filled with parasites Black holes cover up my eyes I dream of you almost every night Hopefully I won't wake up this time

I won't wake up this time(x3)

---- The Smallest Church in Sussex - British Sea Power (oh yeah this is mandatory) ----

#disco elysium #harry du bois #harrier du bois #hdb #disco elysium playlist #generally wanted to keep this playlist fun to listen to despite the subject matter to there are still a lot of songs w good beats #communists have the music gets stuck in my head all the time #also sorry to repost this #i forgot to tag anything and if you edit something to add tags it doesn't seem to show up in search

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mondixu · 4 years ago

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butterflies | d. kaminari

you're my new best friend if you get the reference </3

genre: fluff

gender: neutral

warning: none

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You were fourteen when you first met him. It was a rainy day when you were walking to school that morning, and instead of doing the smart thing - bringing an umbrella - you decided you could just run the whole way there. And yet, despite training to be a hero, you couldn't run for ten minutes with your arms over your head as if that would somehow shield you from the rain like you imagined. So there you were, walking in your uniform and worrying about your reputation and how much it would be damaged, when all of a sudden, you didn't feel the cold drops of water splattering on your soggy clothes anymore. Instead, there was a slight feeling of warmth beside you. Glancing over, you looked into the golden eyes of a tall male, whose yellow hair wasn't the least bit wet. Ah, yes, he brought an umbrella. Like a smart person would do. He grinned like a dork and you ignored your stupid heart that fluttered when he smiled his adorably cute smile. "Hey." That simple word changed your fucking life. "Who the hell are you?" "Can you . . . see me?!" "Yeah . . . " "You can see me! I'm gonna have a new best- FRIENNND-" "Okay I think that's enough now," you said, pushing him away and snatching the umbrella out of his hand. "Wait wha?" You stared at the cute boy in front of you and decided you didn't like him, no matter how many times he smiled his stupidly cute smile at you, no matter how many times he would save you from the freezing rain, you would never like him. Never in your life. And so, you traipsed away from the boy with his lightning-patterned umbrella clutched tightly in your hand down the path to your school. You never looked back.

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Out of all the places you expected to see the blonde boy next, you never would've guessed the famous hero school of U.A. You didn't want to be reminded of him, of his cute face, his golden eyes, his honey-blonde hair, and his adorable grin, it wasn't particularly fair that someone could look that good. Just looking at him made you want to puke from nerves. And of course, he wiggled his way into your friend group. The two of you never talked about what had happened, but he always flashed his bright grin whenever he saw you, activating the ever-present flutters in your heart once again. You ignored the stupid butterflies. Quickly making friends at U.A., you thought that everything was looking up for you, the future was looking bright! That is, until villains suddenly bombarded USJ. And of course, as "fate" would have it, you got thrown into a group with your least favorite blonde. And yes, there were females from the class with you -- you hadn't bothered to learn their names -- but that didn't stop the stupid butterflies from deciding to come to life once again. They were worse when he made physical contact with you, such as when he saved you from tumbling off of a pile of rocks, or when he shoved you out of the way as a knife went flying by where your head had once been. Stupid butterflies.

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Note to self: never tell the Bakusquad you're going to study. They'll beg to come along. It wasn't that you didn't love your friends -- far from it -- but they could be a little . . . hectic, to say the least. When it comes to sitting still, go to the Dekusquad for studying help. Bakugou was fine, the only reason he came along was because Kirishima wouldn't "get off of his fucking back", at least he knew how to study quietly. Sero was okay; he was sorta mellow, occasionally finding the passion to study with no sound emitting from him, while other times, he was spilling Tic Tacs all over his books and having a mini food fight with Kaminari and Mina. Kirishima tried. He really did. He just had no concentration in him whatsoever. The red-haired male was constantly asking you or Bakugou for help, and while you were more than happy to help him, you came here to study, not to tutor. Bakugou, obviously, did nothing to help until Kirishima pulled out the puppy eyes. Kiri's got him hooked on a fucking leash. Kaminari = never ever ever ever ever ever ask him to study. The child probably had dyslexia, as he was c o n s t a n t l y asking how to pronounce the simplest of words, then going off and googling it as soon as you told him, thinking that you were the one who pronounced it wrong, not him. He peered over your shoulder, whispering in your ear for the correct math answer on the homework, fueling your already prominent blush on your face already. To say the least, you didn't get much studying done when you sat beside him, and instead, spent the entire time glaring at your book as you thought about the stupid butterflies that existed in your stomach. When it came to Mina, she honestly didn't really try. While she wanted to pass school and become a hero, it was hard for her energetic body to sit still and stare at books all day. When you suggested she grab some snacks for the group after seeing her restlessness, she jumped at the chance, but then didn't come back for a whole hour. When she did finally come back, she had no snacks in her arms, and instead, held a dog. Yes. Ashido fucking Mina bought a dog instead of getting a simple box of pocky for her friends. Everyone but you and Bakugou found it hilarious, asking to see the dog, pet it, and become the fucking parent. Then, they got kicked out of the library. Kaminari tried to engage you in a conversation as the group walked back home, but you were too pissed to concentrate on anything he rambled about. Mina bought a dog. A fucking dog. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BUY A DOG, MINA?!" you cried, interrupting the blonde's tangent about a hacker who beat him in Roblox. "Because it was cute," she said simply. You facepalmed. Kaminari slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and saying, "aw, c'mon [Name]! You gotta admit, it was pretty cute!" You shoved him in a mud puddle. Stupid butterflies.

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"Look Denki, I get that you want to have lightning bolt streamers everywhere, but this is Aizawa's party we're talking about here, not yours." You were in your second year of U.A., all of your class having graduated the first year of hero training with flying colors. You were on better terms with Denki now, having saved him from impending doom when the League kidnapped Bakugou. You worked all your differences out and were now good friends, some even going as far as to call the two of you besties. That didn't mean the butterflies had disappeared. In fact, they were worse than ever the more time you spent around him. It was like every time he put his arm around your shoulders or abruptly snatched your hand, the bugs were on a reproducing spree, manifesting more and more butterflies every time he came into physical contact with you. "C'mon! It's lightning! How could you not love it?!" "You weren't the one who came up with the idea for this party! I was!" Ah, yes. Your fiery temper was still there. "Fine, fine, we can use the black streamers," he said, rolling his eyes and heading to the kitchen. You grinned deviously, a plan already forming in mind that would surely get you a handful of swears from your teacher. Fuck it all, you were doing it anyway.

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"[Last Name], what the hell are you doing?" Aizawa inquired, rubbing his tired eyes vigorously. "Oh, don't worry Aizawa-sensei," you replied deviously, smirking at the black-clothed teacher. "Everything is a-okay!" "That automatically makes me assume that nothing is okay." "I SAID DON'T WORRY, AIZAWA-SENSEI!" "And I said that automatically makes me assume I have to worry." "BUT YOU DON'T!" "Mhm." You could hear the skepticism lacing his fatigued voice, giving a boost of excitement to your tired legs as you dragged the sleepy man to the common room, smacking your hands over his eyes. "Ow." "Okay, okay, okay, open your eyes," you said, ignoring his cry of pain. "I can't because your filthy hands are over them." "NOW OPEN THEM." His dark eyes opened, holding a small glint of surprise as he saw the black, silver, gray, and white streamers dangling from the ceiling that Shouji put up, the luscious dark chocolate cake Sato had prepared, the birthday balloons Yaomomo and Denki had dotted around, and the whole class sprinkled around the common room (plus Shinso and Eri), wearing party hats and smiling at their shocked teacher. Aizawa's throat caught slightly at the end, but he still managed to get out the words, "who's idea was this?" Denki stepped up, raising his arm but pointing his finger at you. "[Name] did, they just dragged us into it." You grinned sheepishly, rubbing the nape of your neck and quickly trying to atone for your sins. "I understand if you don't like it, I could take it all down if you want, I just thought that maybe-" Kaminari rushed over to your side and slapped his hand over your mouth, steadily looking you in the eye and shaking his head. "No, [Last Name], it's great." You were surprised to hear the tired voice of your favorite teacher, and even more surprised to see him crack a small grin at you, saying, "where'd you get the party hats?" "Yaomomo made them," Denki cut in. "He didn't ask you," you said, licking his hand as he jerked it away. "Let's party!"

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So far, so good, you thought, twisting your fingers together as you watched your favorite blonde attempt to playfully flirt with Uraraka. You can do this, you can do this, you can do this, you can do this. "Hey." You shrieked at the voice that suddenly appeared in your ear, jumping a little and whipping around, only to come face-to-face with an electric boy. "Denki! You scared me!" "And you made me bite my tongue! Even?" "How did I make you bite your tongue?" "When you jumped, my chin was on my way to your shoulder," Denki exclaimed, "but then it moved so my teeth clanked together and my tongue got in the way." You smiled, lightly punching him in the arm. "Clanked," you teased with a grin. "It's a word!" "Okay." You rolled your eyes. "Hey, what happened to Uraraka?" "Oh, as soon as I started talking, she said she had to make sure Midoriya had his hero notebook or something, then ran away." "WOW," you said, bending over and clutching your stomach, trying to breathe through your laughter. "That's a mood." "It is indeed," Kaminari replied, a grin on his face. Stupid butterflies. "Hey, Denki --" You were abruptly stopped by the strange feeling of another pair of lips on yours, kissing you passionately. Your shocked brain had no idea what was happening until the sudden warmth moved away, revealing the familiar golden eyes of a honey-blonde. "I'm so sorry, I just thought you looked really cute in that shirt and then I thought 'well why don't I kiss you' and then you didn't kiss back and --" You pressed your lips against his this time, a small smile gracing your lips as your crush kissed back with fervor. Finally, after what seemed like it would never be enough, you pulled away from the awkward-yet-electrifying kiss to inhale the life-saving air around you. "Did you get butterflies too?" you asked, panting. "Yeah, yeah I did." Those golden eyes. You couldn't look away from the millions of emotions swirling in his orbs, anxiety, euphoria, fear, nervousness, joy, shock, and trillions more. The same feelings were probably circling round and around in your eyes. "So what does this make us?" Another kiss was your answer.

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whatdoesshedotothem · 4 years ago

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Thursday 24 May 1838

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rain in the night and rainy morning – breakfast a few minutes before 9 – comfortable here – good dinner bed and breakfast – off (from hotel d’Harscamp, Namur) at 9 40 – in 10 minutes pass pit-hill 2 convenient hoppers from the platform to shoot the coals from into the carts good for Listerwick? from 10 ¾ to 11 ¼ stop at little auberge to feed the horses – 2 or 3 other houses near – beautiful drive today – river close (left) – at 12 valley opens out into little basin, and to the left en face fine rock-seated picturesque ruin of old gothic castle of Pouillevache [Poilvache] (as pronounced by our postillon) and picturesque little good village at its foot – good rye today – best and forwardest – quite in ear – rape – good clover – hops near Namur and orchards everywhere, and walnut trees – no vines today fine rich red loamy soil – bare rock about Pouillevache [Poilvache], and then the valley narrows again and is less wooded – less riante – wilder and then (right) en face clochée of village and old gothic castle of Crevecoeur high on rock above it – the citadel (left) of Dinant now in sight (left) finely situated on the rock above the ville and river, the grotesque (bulgy) topped spine of the cathedral at its foot (the top of the spine seeming to touch the bottom of the citadel) – hills bare and bleak and shingly about Dinant – at 12 20 entered the village of Crevecoeur (the old castle so high above quite lost to us) – and at 12 ½ cross the bridge into Dinant, into the grande place, the cathedral (left) stops up to the citadel en face and Poste just out of the Place (right) – a little drizzling rain but alight and see the cathedral – neat pretty good old gothic church – fine view from the bridge – old houses the premier story projecting all along the quai, right bank of the river (towards Namur) - arched passages under several of the old houses – the citadel rock very fine – very nearly perpendicular above the cathedral and town – the steps cut rather in traverses – very striking – almost at the top a red painted wooden bridge across a chasm leading as we saw on getting up to a little flat place with sentry box and small gate or doors into the citadel – this was 430 6 or 8 in. steps high and there was still a greater height beyond (winding round the rock to the other side the citadel) – one of the garrison soldiers happened to be going up when we did – said the whole height was 408ft. – Had we asked permission of the commandant in the grande place, there would have been no difficulty in getting it, and we might have gone into the citadel a pity - no! we had not time – hoped to get to Mézièrs to sleep – 20 minutes ascending and descending our view from the red-painted bridge sufficiently repaid our toil – we were then 300ft. above the town the little ville looking down on the cathedral roof as on a footstool – the rock cut out into little bits of terrace gardens here and there – very picturesque – delighted not to have missed Dinant – off from D- at 1 8 5 or 6 minutes out of the town the road passes thro’ fine natural break thro’ the rock here about 8 yards thick and perhaps 200ft. or more high – the bottom part for perhaps 10 or 15ft. seems to have been cut thro’ to make the road – in 5 or 6 minutes more pass bridge over the river Lesse – hops and wood and orchards again – and very fine on quitting D- (would not have missed Dinant on any account) – almost immediately pass the little Douane de royaume de Belgique, and long steep ascent of great beauty – (Meuse right) leaving the ricer below to wind its lovely way without is we being now (1 50) at the top of the hill, entering a birch copse wood, and peeping over the rugged bleak mountain tops and sides – shingly (left) towards Namur – lovely and wooded all along and higher up the Meuse (right) – at 1 55 charming view for 5 minutes along the beautiful meanderings of the river and its lovely valley – very beautiful – En face (a head of us) high land in corn and grass and fallow – everywhere good farming – undulating road – at 2 ¾ began to descend (with sabot) thro’ wood into the lovely valley again – had slept for the last ½ hour on the highroad – soon take the drag off, as I would not trot with it on – descend into wide valley – bare distant hills form a large amphitheatre horizon towards France – Meuse, and town and fortress of Charlemont on the hill far in front right – fine winding descent thro’ wooded ravine and pass drybridge at the bottom (the old road used to go below (right) along the river) and then traverse up the other side at 3 4 and at 3 20 on the top, and look down upon the river and Givet and Charlemont on the commanding height just above Givet (right) and still seeming on higher ground than we – wide bare looking valley – at 3 35 pass little hardly perceptible bridge over ditch 5 minutes from the frontier village of ............. (on the hill side – rough rocky roads up and down it – above and below us all except the highroad we are on) and enter France – then little steep ascent and bleak bare hills all round and fine view of Givet in the bottom and Charlemont on the fine height just above – all bare – no wood – fine 4 arch stone bridge over the Meuse which drives Givet from Charlemont – at 3 50 stop at the Douane – no trouble – the soldier (douanier) merely asked if I had anything which ought to pay duty and on my saying no! refused a five fr. piece I offered him and let the carriage pass, and the respectable looking man who had taken my passport to look at gave it me back and we drove off without having been detained more than a minute or 2 – cross the bridge – at the Poste aux chevaux at 3 58 – seeing the people likely to be some while in changing the horses, alighted and A- and I walked to the hotel de Mont d’or to which Madame Mathioly had recommended us – observed it immediately after passing the bridge into the town (Givet) – went to ask the best hotels on the road – Rocroy [Rocroi] Cheval blanc

Mézières le Palais Royal or Charleville tout près de Mézières Hotel du commerce

Reims Hotel du Lion d’or

Givet a fortified town – the postillon told me en sortant he could not be back before the gates were shut, and I should have to pay ./75 per horse for sleeping outside – Givet considerably better town than Rocory [Rocroi] as I found afterwards and a much better place to sleep at – Left Givet by 2 or 3 gates at the last of which drawbridge – Gorge-like drive amid cultivated or shingly hills and ascend – at 4 ¾ fine look down upon river (left) and open valley – at 5 5 cross bridge over Vroin river at its junction with the Meuse – picturesque village and chateau other side river and village street on this side also – really a fine drive and woody again – 2 large blue slate quarries and picturesque looking little ville de Fumay encircled by them – drove close along an elbow of the Meuse in the gorge not seen till close upon it – rise the hill, and in ascending pass the little hotel de la poste (could not well sleep there) and then without descending into the little ville, stop about 50 yards from the poste aux chevaux at 6 ¼ - change horses and en route again at 6 23 – ascend the hills –very beautiful windings of the river – leave it, and turn right, a beautiful drive nevertheless – thro’ forest still amid wooded hills (the forests of the Ardennes) – our cocher a little tipsy – had frightened A- and I had been obliged to make him aller plus doucement 2 or 3 times – at 7 ¾ in passing poste aux chevaux the hotel de la poste ¼ mile or more from Rocroy [Rocroi] the leaders turned suddenly up, and in the effort to restrain them our postillon and his horse were both down but got up together and after a narrow escape of overturn, we drove forward to Rocory [Rocroi] – passed Moat and drawbridge – then a mere gate, then another drawbridge, and entered the

SH:7/ML/E/21/0108

little fortified town, and stopt at the cheval blanc in the little grande place at 8 5 – a mere auberge, but the best I believe in the town – agreed to pay 17fr. for beds, supper breakfast tomorrow, and lights and everything – Poor place – and poor supper over at 10 – and breakfast very indifferent as to coffee – Rainy morning and day till between 2 and 3pm afterwards fair F55 ½° at 10 20 pm

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sweetst24 · 5 years ago

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Inside - This is my first and fanfiction. I wrote it to process some emotions/grief. Any feedback is appreciated!!

Sam Winchester is a great man, though he doesn't think so. Constant reminders of the ones he's loved then lost cloud his vision, the pain gripping him as he falls asleep at night. Loving Sam simply was out of my hands, his soft tortured soul calling to me through the concrete walls of the bunker every night. Both being a friend and being in love brings me to our current predicament.

I got stuck in a Rye, Colorado, about 30 mins outside of Pueblo. A nest of vampires had set up shop, attacking people in Pueblo, bringing them back to the nest for a slow feeding. Cleaning out the nest was a job, but nothing I couldn't handle.

After dropping people at the hospital, my car broke down, so I thought I'd hop the bus in Pueblo to get back to Lebanon without bothering the boys. I figured I'd be home by morning, have a nice weekend. Wash day was Saturday and I was due for a deep condition because natural hair is plenty of upkeep, especially when you constantly shower in shitty motel bathrooms.

I usually don't spend my weekend in holding cells but using a fake ID to buy a bus ticket generally does that. We have contingency plans for situations like this, but I'm having doubts since the dark of night is slipping into the third day without my freedom.

"Psst. Y/n? Are you awake sweetheart?" Dean silently tries to get my attention while cracking open the door to the holding cell.

"Of course I am! Where have you been?" I whisper-yell trying my best not to wake Bess and Tess, my very cozy, very drunk cellmates.

"You can't rush perfection, sweetheart. Plus it's only been two days." Dean sassed, face crunched together, muttering something along the lines of 'spoiled brat'.

"Look, can you please tell me what the plan is before I chop you in the throat," Dean's face deadpanned while he puffed up his chest looking for a fight.

"You want to put that pretty hand on my neck so bad, don't you sweetheart, but I'm guessing Sammy won't appreciate that, will he?" Dean jabbing at that soft spot shut me up quickly, pain weighing heavily causing me to drop my head in defeat. Realization crosses Dean's face, knowing his joke reached too far, especially now when the relationship between Sammy and I is not ideal. Dean pulls me into a much needed hug.

"Look, y/n, I'm sorry. Let's get you out of here." Dean placed me in cuffs and starting pulling me from the cell.

"Come on D, can't I just pretend to be a deep cover spy or something??" I whined loudly.

"Look, deputy Doolittle thinks you ran off from a safe house to see your boy toy. So don't blow the witness protection cover or I'll leave you here."

As we stepped outside, the early morning chill erupted goosebumps across my body, forcing me to shiver.

"You should've thought of that before doing something so stupid," Dean gruffed while walking me over to Baby.

"Can you at least take the cuffs off?" I whined as Dean briefly stopped, then continued dragging me to Baby. "My body feels terrible and I don't feel like arguing about how I did the right thing," barely audible above the dragging of my feet.

"No, y/n, you did not do the right thing. The right thing would've been to call me or Sammy to come get you. Instead, you made a fool of yourself and now you have to own it."

As Dean tossed me into the back seat, I defiantly removed the cuffs, tossing them in the driver's seat. As soon as my criminal act was complete, I had the overwhelming urge to not turn to the passenger seat. But I noted that Dean was waiting outside of Baby as not to interrupt the conversation that was no doubt about to start in the car.

Closing my eyes, I turn to the right, peeking through my lashes in a failed attempt to pretend I don't see him but...There was Samuel. His syrupy-brown hair tucked neatly behind his ears. Looks of "explain yourself" and "I'm sorry it took so long" fighting for dominance on his face, ultimately the much needed explanation winning out.

"Y/n..." Sam lowly stated, voice as even as possible.

"That's me," I huff with a half-hearted wave.

"You know what I'm going to say. After everything we've been through lately why didn't you call me, or Dean, or Castiel, or Hell even Jody! Someone should know what's going on! Communication is everything for hunters and you know better."

Sam stared with so much emotion it almost broke me, but his questions were met with my silence.

"Fine. You aren't going to answer me now but you will before you walk into our home." Sam affirmed.

Sam startled me. Though I could see where he was coming from, everything being so MESSY. I should've called. But I was not wrong about riding the bus. Besides, a little time away from the bunker, and the boys, with my thoughts couldn't hurt, right?

Sam waves for Dean to get in the car so we could begin our long, tension-filled, 6 hour drive to the bunker. It was a relief to be headed home after spending a few days away to clear my head. Everything was so complicated because of the night that I called the best of my life. The night I fell into bed with Sam.

-flashback-

Nice and rainy. My favorite weather. Being able to be comfy cozy with a nice mug of tea and Netflix was the shit. Rewatching Princess and the Frog for the thousandth time just seemed like the best thing for a rainy day. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my time alone, but time alone with Sam was a particularly rare occurrence, especially when he wants to be in the same room with me.

Sam choose to wear his regular ass hunter's 'uniform' of a plaid shirt and jeans. Although, I made note that he decided to wear my favorite of his collection, the hunter green with blue block pattern. I thought it brought out the striking beauty in his eyes, the balance of the two colors precariously placed in his irises. He sat close enough that I wasn't nervous but I was getting distracted by the way he ate his popcorn, arm flexing in his tight sleeve.

"Why are we watching this again?" Sam inquired about the apparent Tiana streak we were on.

"Because. Why, you got a problem with representation? I just, see myself in her, and plus Prince Naveen... Do I have to say more or," I laughed, head cocked back as I finished the thought while Sam shook his head next to me.

Then, it happened. Once I stopped cackling like a weirdo Sam placed his arm around me, bringing me close to his side while he watched the movie, a slight blush on his cheeks. I didn't realize I was staring at him until Tiana's alarm clock went off, prompting me to jump out of reflex. Sam suddenly turned to me with a concerned look on his face that melted away once he realized what happened.

For a split second I thought I should stop myself. But, YOLO. Before I could react, Sam kissed me passionately, grabbing my twist-out, making me moan. I climbed up on his lap, grinding his massive imprint through my sweats. Sam tasted sweet, and I knew that that tasted sweeter. I slid down onto the floor, removing my sweater and t-shirt, unbuckling his pants. Sam let out a loud growl.

"Y/n, please get up. If you do that... right now. I need you, y/n, now."

As I slowly stood, Sam picked me up, staring into my eyes, and gently placed me on my bed. Quicker than I could blink, Sam ripped off my sweats.

I moaned, "Sam."

"I need to be inside of you," Sam growled while looking deep into my eyes.

He took his time, driving me insane, driving slowly in and out of me, not yet giving me the full length of his masterpiece. As I looked into his eyes, I saw something deeper flash through, not just sex, but love. Strong, passionate, unconditional love that you only read about. It took my breath away, gasping, Sam eyes widening, fear crossing his features as he realizes what I saw. In that intense moment, Sam thrust all the way into me, both of us shouting unintelligible phrases that sounded like animals.

"I... Please.. don't... Leave... Ahh..." Sam's affirmation of love, shocking, but looking in his eyes I knew he was telling the truth.

Faster, faster, faster. Our orgasms syncing, our eyes never wavering from one another. When suddenly stars, lights filled my eyes as the feeling of euphoria washed over me, the both of us collapsing on the bed, completely exhausted.

"Sam. We have to... We have to do that again... Again." I gasped out as Sam attempted to cover us with a light blanket behind me, failing from exhaustion.

"... Please... " Sam chuckled.

Thanks for reading part one.

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lyz-fics · 5 years ago

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Midoriya X FEM! Reader: SFW Alphabet

Hey Guys! Lyz Here!

This is my headcannon for the best broccoli boii there is!!!

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A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about you?)

· He loves your admiration for others

· He loves that you want others to be heroes as much, if not even more than you want to be a hero yourself.

B = Baby (do they want a family with you?)

· Defiantly, especially with you.

· Just like he ha a role model he would love to be a role model, not only to you but to his very own little hero.

C = Cuddles (how do they like to cuddle or be cuddled?)

· You two often find yourselves cuddling on the couch more often than in bed.

· You both lay on your sides and squish up as close to each other as possible after all the couch isn’t quite big enough for the both of you.

· You always end up nuzzling your nose either into his chest or his neck.

D = Dates (where do you often go for a date?)

· You two often go to small café’s if you want to do something relaxing together.

· If the two of you want to do something a bit more, you like to go to the beautiful gardens around the area of even just take a walk in the park.

· If the occasion is something really special you two go to the carnival and win prizes to your heart's content.

E = Everything (you are my everything)

· You are his only real hero.

· He loves and looks u to you with all of his heart.

F = Feelings (how did they know they liked you?)

· Whenever any of the pro-hero teachers were talking you would give them your full attention.

· He knew he liked you the moment he realized you were just as determined as him.

G = Gentle (are they gentle with you?)

· Extremely. He is so cautious with you.

· He makes sure you are taken care of and he would do anything for you.

· If he can break his own bones it haunts him to think about what he could accidentally do to you.

H = Hands (are they into holding hands?)

· He loves holding hands with you. he feels so safe when he intertwines his fingers with yours.

· He would take every chance he got to hold your hand.

I = Impression (what was their first impression of you?)

· He thought very well of you at the beginning.

· After learning about your determination and your tenacity he had the perfect impression of you. he basically knew who you were just by how you acted, and he loved it.

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous?)

· He makes a point of telling you if he ever feels like something is wrong and he is getting a bit jealous.

· But if there is one person who keeps pushing the boundaries he has been known to go ‘plus ultra’ to teach them a lesson.

K = Kiss (how do they kiss you?)

· If the two of you have public patrols he makes of point to kiss for the cameras. It is mostly soft forehead kisses and kisses on the cheek if you two are taking a rest.

· When the two of you are alone he likes to play it a bit rougher a tackle you to the ground a smother your face in puppy licks and kisses. He is somehow still very soft with you though.

L = Love (who said it first?)

· He told you he loved you as soon as he confessed to you, he was so embarrassed.

· He says it so freely now, he takes every chance in the day to make sure you are loved more than you know.

M = Memory (what’s their favorite memory with you?)

· He loved the time when sensei had paired the both of you up for sparring but you ended up doing something completely different.

· Somehow you ended up rambling on about the strategies and techniques you had observed from other heroes and how you could use them based upon your own quirks.

N = Nurture (do they spoil and look after you?)

· He hates seeing you not able to work to you best and he knows you hate to fall behind in training and lose the chance to be a hero.

· He would do anything to make you feel better even if that meant he had to sacrifice his training time with all might to make sure you get better as fast as you can.

O = Outfit (do they like it when you get dressed up for them?)

· He doesn’t really care what you wear

· There is one shirt that he truly has a passion for though. He loves a hoodie that you own, it has his hero costume design on the from and back. He loves how it makes you look like one of his biggest fans.

P = Pet Names (what do they call you?)

· He mostly calls you babe or princess but at school and during training he calls you (N/N)

Q = Queen (who’s superior?)

· You! No questions asked!

· Need something done? He’s already handled it. You don’t even have to lift a finger.

R = Rainy Day (what do you two like to do on a rainy day?)

· If the two of you aren’t working you often sit on the couch with him and watch old VHS tapes of fight scenes from the news that he has recorded and kept. You often point out the hero's move that he has adapted and how he could have made it even better at that time.

· Of you aren’t doing this you can always be found cuddling in bed together trying to get as close as possible to stay as warm as possible.

S = Sad (how do they cheer you up?)

· Cuddles and talking to you for sure.

· He talks to you about how you are a great hero and how you shouldn’t have any doubts at this stage

T = Talking (what do they like to talk about?)

· You often talk with him about the latest heros and about training moves that you could work on and adapt to better suit the environment and the conditions you are working in.

· That and you often talk about volunteering at other schools to help out with younger kids and explain what being a hero means to yourselves and the community around you.

U = Useful (are they helpful around the house/apartment?)

· He is very useful aroud the house.

· He takes every chance he can get to help you out and take some of the stress off of your shoulders.

· Your quirk is more suited to stealth missions so you find that you are often out during the late hours of the night so waking up in the morning to also do patrols isn’t the easiest for you to handle. Midoriya helps you out a lot.

V = Verbs (how do they describe you to everyone else?)

· He tells everyone you are his personal hero.

· You are the greatest idol he has ever had. {shocked All Might noises can be heard from the hallways of the dorms}

W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

· He thinks it would be really nice if everyone was able to see it, meaning he would love it if it were on the news.

· “Locally Newly Weds Continue to Fight Crime Side by Side”; “Soon to be Wed Pro Heros”

· The headlines would be amazing but he is afraid that he would get extremely embarrassed if you were to turn him down.

X = Xylophone (do they play any instruments ?)

· No, but you often help him out since he does want to get into the swing of starting to play an instrument.

· You often catch him trying to teach himself how to play the piano to impress you

Y = Yours (do they get protective over you?)

· He cares so much for you and he hates to see you hurt.

· He can get really protective over you if someone does the right thing to piss him off or hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable.

Z = Zoo (are they a fan of pets?)

· He absolutely adores dogs.

· He loves the small fluffy and energetic types of dogs especially.

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littlemessyjessi · 6 years ago

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James Potter : Fluffy ABC Headcanons: Plus Size Reader

Fluffy Alphabet (Shoutout to my lovely friend, Traenon! She literally saved these for me months ago from something she read and sent it to me through messenger. So credit to OP for the prompts!)

James Potter Headcanons James Potter x PS Reader

X Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

Well, the mushy answer is your courage. He's in love with that fierce "Mama Bear" thing regardless of gender. The fact that if someone even breathes a little angry at someone you care about...you just fucking lose your shit. He's real into that ish.

Physically? Hmm, probably them thighs! Yasssss, he could stay there all day. In a sweet fashion...or a naughty one, lol.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

As an only child- yes he wants a herd of children. I'm not joking. He told you he wanted six. You nearly killed him but he did say that he was ok with adoption too. The whole carrying a baby thing is fine to him but he's also cool with adoption. He just loves you and wants to have kids around. And to spoil them like he spoils you.

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Ha, good luck. You're not going anywhere. James is not above pushing the bed against the wall, forcing you to the inside and trapping you between him and the wall. He loves you. You're his favorite. He's not about to give up one ounce of cuddle time.

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

He does love a good ride on the broom on a clear starring night. I mean, that's just a perk. But honestly? Some of the best have been in detention. He's purposefully gotten you both in trouble before just so you could hang out alone together, lol.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

You are James' inspiration. You're his drive. You are the light of his life and the fire to keep him running. For you? He'd do anything.

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

When Sirius' mother showed up at the school and started screaming at him. And you? You hexed her six ways from Sunday. It's your protective nature that really drove it home for James that day. Also, sidenote- Sirius sees you as his sister and you're his favorite. He steals you away from James all the time so you can hang out, lol.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

For all his boisterous personality, James really is a sweetheart. he'd do anything for you. You're amazing to him.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Listen, if you're near James...You're fucking stuck. That boy, lol. Omg, I hope you're not sensitive about your fingers because he's threading them together and they're in a vise grip...forever. If for some reason, you have to leave to I don't know- void your bladder- prepare to be yanked back into his chest and he'll whine for ten minutes. Only when your bladder is on the brink of explosion and you unlease your rage will he let you go....and maybe not follow you.

I = Impression: first impression/s

Your first impression of him was that he was a git. Second was that he was a pretty awesome quidditch player. You didn't actually give him the time of day until about 5th year and even then you broke his nose when he swatted your bottom playfully. He got the fucking message, lol.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

Please, he's the king of pranks. He pulled one on you....once. You retaliated to the point of near death. He got the fucking message.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

They're so random sometimes but super special and sweet. Never fail to make you smile.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

He did. He's been saying it forever anyway. But the first time for real? He did and it was super cute because he was loaded with firewhiskey. But he remembered the next morning 6 am when the hangover hit him. Poor guy, pajamas barely hanging out and he's screaming up the girl's dormitorities until someone shoved you down to him.

"I just realized I said I loved you last night." "Yeah, I know James." you laughed rubbing sleep from your eye. "I was shit faced." he said. Your laugh was a bit dimmed, "Yeah, I know. You weren't really all there at the moment." "No, that's not what I meant." he said taking your hands into his. "I mean, - what I mean is that I do love. I mean it. I meant it then. I've wanted to tell you for a long time." "James you've been telling me since we were eleven." you laughed. "Yeah, but not for real." he said. "And I mean it- for real. I love you." "I love you too, you crazy boy. Now go back to bed and sleep off your hangover. And for the love of god brush your teeth before you try to talk to me again."

M = Memory: their favourite moment together

He adores the time you nearly beat someone on an opposing team to death because they cheated during a quidditch game. He flew right into the stands to kiss you. Both to quell your rage and because he loved you.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

He does but it's usually vintage finds. Little things you come across together. The both of you have this completely useless matching pocket watches. They don't work and it gets stuck half the time but they match and they're special.

O = Orange: what color reminds them of their other half?

Well, he loves house colors on you of course. But he also favors you in blue. Just something about it on you looks amazing. Doesn't matter the shade. Just blue.

P = Pet names: what pet names do they use?

He's totally a 'babe' person.

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

James actually loves going antiquing with you. It's a favorite thing. There's a whole cabinet of useless junk you never do anything with but he likes it. And looking at it makes him smile because he remembers the little dates you went on when you got it and how you got whipped cream on your nose when the two of you stopped for ice cream.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

Whines. He whines, lol. Truthfully, he doesn't mind the rain. He just doesn't want to be stuck inside. So you drag him up the tower where you can be sheltered but still be outside, technically. You cast a protective, warming, moisture wicking spell and it's all fine. Until his love for you gets the best of him and he tries to get frisky. You threaten to throw him over if he doesn't stop pinching your butt.

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each o ther up.

He cheers himself up by sticking to you like glue. You cheer him up by telling him how much you love him. He cheers you up with the most delicious treat to ever deliciously treat.

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

He's a whore of a gossiper, lol. And he knows everyone so he's always got it. As quidditch obsessed as he is, you'd think he'd talk about that. But nope. It's juicy gossip.

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

Baking. Honestly. Baking. A trip to the kitchen and a little experimenting. Somehow baking up a cake or making some cookies puts him at ease.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Everyone knows he's amazing at quidditch but he loves to show you that he's intelligent.

Pranks are fine. Quidditch is fine. Magic is fine. But he knows you're impressed with the mind and so he enjoys acing things and making you swoon.

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

When: Every day from the moment you started dating him. Been calling you Mrs. James Potter since you were 14. The guys literally call you Mother Prongs or Mrs. Prongs.

But he really asks you one day seemingly out of the blue. Truthfully, he's been thinking about it for ages.

"I call you my wife. Everyone says you're Mrs. James Potter. But honestly, babe. That's something I think about all the time." "Are you asking me to marry you?" "Honestly, woman. I haven't even got the question out of my mouth and you're already questioning?" "James." "Give a lad a chance!" "James." "I mean-" "James Potter, if you don't ask me within the next five seconds I'm marrying Sirius." "How dare you!"

Still didn't ask you for six days out of spite and protest. So you acted like you were marrying Sirius.

He held strong until Sirius asked him to be the best man and he nearly killed him, lol.

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

"My Girl" - The Temptations. And he sings it to you and whoever else who happens to have the unfortunate experience of being around..... Whenever, wherever. Quidditch? Hospital? Funeral? Grocery store? Just know that if it strikes him...he's singing it and you'll have to bare witness to his one man concert whenever he feels the need.

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

"You're the snitch to my seeker, babe. Can't keep from trying to catch you." "You're a chaser, James." "And you're a keeper. Get it?" "Be very happy that I love you. No one else would put up with this level of cheese." "You got it, babe."

Z = ZZZZ: How do they sleep? Surprisingly light and usually not for very long. Years of quidditch has made him an early bird so he's usually up first. You hear his ass blundering around. But on the plus side, there's always hot tea for you when you do get up.

Hello darlings! Hope you enjoyed this little piece and have a wonderfully awesome day!

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whumpingwithirondad · 6 years ago

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Tony & Pepper Have Twins

We both want Tony Stark to get a happily ever after, and what would make it more perfect than having two babies at the same time!

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Yeah! Just imagine Tony sleeping on his bed, with a baby on his chest and Peter curled up beside him. Or maybe they have twins and Peter comes in every day after school to help take care of them so that both kids would have sufficiently individual care

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Yes! Peter and him stay up one night when the baby has cold and Pepper's away on a business trip. Most parents would be horrified of having twins but Tony's like 'oh my god i've always wanted a baby and now I get two of them!!" (well three bc Peter is his kid/baby too at this point).

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Yes! Tony is thrilled he got more than one child at the same time. Like he would have even taken triplets. Tony loves every single moment with them and becomes the most dedicated stay at home dad, ever. I can imagine him doing interviews and just showing pics of the kids and the interviewers love hearing about his homelife and babies. He always refers to Peter "as his oldest, my surrogate son" because there is no use to deny it since so many pics of him and Peter together have arisen and yeah, if he didn't address it, people would think he was Peter's sugar daddy

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When Tony has one of his own babies to take care of he loves bath time so much. He gives them a bath everynight and just cuddles with them afterwards because their skin is so soft and Tony kisses all their tiny toes and fingers after drying them

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Tony's interviews no longer consist of ironman/avengers or stark industries. Rather he gives interviews on baby tips and parenting as well and just overall gushing about being a stay at home dad

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Yes! Tony is an affectionate father! He is constantly cuddling his kids and loves spending time with them, Just imagine him pushing twin stroller while he (and Peter) do the groceries. He kisses their toes and fingers and through the babies, gets lot more physically affectionate with Peter too. Like when Pepper is away, he has all three of his kids sleep in the same bed with him and they would watch teletubbies in the morning (with him and Peter making fun of the show)

irondadgroupie

Tony's advice on parenting is wanted because he can sympathize with blended families and parents with surrogate children. He has two babies and a teenager (with serious issues). I think Peter and Tony have ADHD and so he can tell the tips on how to help those kids.

irondadgroupie

And the most asked question is "which is harder: rocket science or raising children?"

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Tony and Peters favorite time Is definitely watching kid shows and making fun of them. Tony is affectionate and constantly telling All his kids how much he loves them. He has about a million pictures of the babies before they are even a year old. Twins one girl and one boy and they are a perfect blend between him and pepper. Yes they go to the store they take the babies to the park as well too. Pepper takes care of the company and during the day tony and peter are with the babies and it just all works out

He answers raising children because there was no manual on how to do it and he can’t learn it overnight. Plus rocket science isn’t a living object screaming and crying st him because he chose the wrong toy

irondadgroupie

I'd like to think Peter would take a gap year after high school and be sort of an au pair to the Starks. Like Peter didn't feel he was ready to leave home (May was angry with the idea but Tony just shrugged and told it was his life and decision). Yeah, Tony is affectionate, he is constantly kissing his children and holding them. The walls are filled with their pictures and artwork. The day the babies are too old for onesies, Tony cries.He is always talking to the babies, holding one-sided conversations

irondadgroupie

Awww, just think of the twins bundled up warmly and in a push swing. Tony also makes them an inside playground in case of rainy days or snow.

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The audience laughs at the jokes and love seeing Tony so relaxed. He admits he is tired but that having kids is so worth it. He also talks about how SI is expanding to baby products such as highly intelligent strollers but yeah, the talk turns to his kids again.

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I could definitely see Peter doing that as well. Plus he would get to be spider man without the stress of school and he gets to explore his tech ideas as much as he can now. MIT always has a place for him whenever he wants to start and tony doesn’t even care. He’s like kid ur going to be ceo of stark industries degree or no degree

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Omg tony loves dressing his twins up. Buys the cutest clothes ever and not like designer ones even tho he splurges on those every now and then or pepper does but ones that are the most comfortable for little babies as well.

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When they got to the park tony bundles them up and puts them in the baby swings at the park and pushes them gently and kisses their little nose when they swing back to him. Paparazzi get thousands of pictures of him having fun st the park with his babies and then if Peter is there he’s usually coming down the slides with the babies in his lap because tony says his back is too old for him to do it

Yeah he basically builds an indoor adventure park for his kiddos

irondadgroupie

Yeah, Tony can practically buy him a spot at MIT (although I have been playing in my head with an idea that Peter doesn't get to MIT and sinks into deep depression because, well, why did he waste time at school is he couldn't get into college). Yep, Tony doesn't hire based on credentials but potentials and he knows hands on approach might actually teach Peter more than theory courses. I like to think Tony kept his old text books from MIT and gave them to Peter and gives him private lessons in maths, physics and anything engineering. Tony doesn't care about Peter staying in NY because Peter's wellbeing is the most important thing and if the kid doesn't want to go, he isn't going to be like his father and ship his reluctant child away.

irondadgroupie

Yes! Tony is very particular about the clothes being durable but comfortable and cute. He is not one of those parents who buys expensive clothes and then tells his kids they can't play in the snow or rain. Clint and Laura give them their kids old baby clothes and Peter sometimes goes to the flea market and buys rare clothes you don't find at stores anymore (like the first edition IronMan onesie).

irondadgroupie

Yes, the kids look like lumpy potatoes, Tony is so worried they might catch a cold :D He builds sand castles from them to smash. Sometimes Peter and him go to the local swimming center and enjoy the warm water in the baby pool. Also, Tony would sign them up for baby classes because he wants them to learn socializing and yeah, he kind of likes the attention (being a celebrity plus the only male in those groups)

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Whenever they are down in the lab they each have a baby strapped to their chest in one of those little carriers. Tony kind of just has his nose pressed into his baby’s curls the entire time as he works on a few of his designs.

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One time all three of his kiddos get sick and honestly Peter is whining more than the twins mostly because he uses getting sick to his advantage

irondadgroupie

Baby curls ❤️

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So fluffy

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Yeah, the twins are doing pretty normal, maybe getting more easily upset but Peter... Tony considers throwing the boy out the window. "Mr Stark, it's too cold!" "It would be warm if you didn't kick off al your blankets, Jesus Christ Kid."

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Tony saying this while grumbling as he wraps heated blankets around peter until barely his eyes and curls peak out from underneath the blanket burrito. The babies are just a little bit more fussy but once tony gets some warm milk in their tummies and a nice cool bath they are out for the night and he can focus on peter. Lol at one point Tony’s trying to get a temperature on Peter and he won’t keep it in his mouth and Tony’s like kid if you want me to do it the old fashioned way I will and it’s not gonna be pleasant

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Peter loves messing with Tony when he is sick because the man is a mother hen "Could you get me more juice? Orange slices? I feel like having soup. I want chips." At one point, Tony takes the kids to a bath and says : "You're an adult, get them yourself."

In Finland, we measure fever from armpit. It's not nearly as quick or reliable as from the mouth but hey, it's more comfortable.

irondadgroupie

How about Peter forgetting about his strength and just bites the thermometer into halves? And Tony uses old kind one which has liquid mercury in it and he is certain Peter now got some poisoning and maybe another mutation because of course he would.

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Peter pouts as he watches Tony leaves but Tony made sure that he put enough snacks and drinks near Peter if he needs them.

Peter bites the thermometer accidentally and Tony has a near heart attack. He’s drags Peter to the sink to rinse his mouth out while asking Friday to look up how toxic mercury is and already calling Bruce to come check his stupid kid out

irondadgroupie

Tony also took his phone so Peter can call him if anything happens. Okay, I checked what happens if you break the mercury thermometer and apparently, normally it only causes minor irritation but it is dangerous when inhaled so yeah, the clean up is more important.

irondadgroupie

OMG, Think of Tony in an interview when he is talking about his kids "So, my oldest-" "Wasn't he at the SI gala with you a week ago?" "Yes, Peter was my plus one." "We have a pic of him," They show a smiling picture of Peter and the audience lets out a loud Aww (like when Baby Simba is shown for the first time). "He looks so much like you!" "I know!" Tony says with shock. "Are you sure he is not yours." "Yes, we have done all the paternity tests, there is no genetic link between us."

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The world definitely falls in love with Peter as well. He starts to open up more with more events he goes to and everyone finds him funny charming and nice. Tony’s like “he’s practically mine in all ways but biological though” and then the interviewees show a picture that pepper took with peter and the twins all cuddled up with tony fast asleep when they were sick

irondadgroupie

At first Peter is nervous but with experience and Tony's encouragement, he begins to open up and just steals the audience away. He and Tony are invited to game shows to compete and do pair interviews on their relationship (because the world honestly doesn't believe Peter isn't Tony's secret love child). I like to think that during one mission, Peter lost a lot of blood and Tony was the donator (they of course, have the same blood group) and in the next interview he says "now he is mine biologically also."

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One of Tony's arms is wrapped around the twins and Peter is resting on his other side. Tony smiles at the picture "That was the moment I had finally got them all to sleep. It was a sickness straight from hell, all had a high fever and were so miserable. I think I didn't sleep a wink during those days because when I wasn't making sure the babies didn't choke while sucking the pacifiers, I had to bathe Peter's brow with cold cloths."

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Everyone just gushes about Tony being a dad and the photo proves how good of a father that he is. There is still some people that are hung up on his pre-iron man days and send nasty comments that Peter takes and basically rips apart

irondadgroupie

Tony has many haters and the most vicious attack Peter. They make awful comments on the photos with Tony and some rip apart everything in Tony's parenting because even if you love your kids, you might make some mistakes and yeah, everyone follows different directions. The haters comment when Tony carries his kids in his arms, they also send hate when Tony carries them in a babysitter. Someone took a photo of Peter and Tony shopping with the babies and they ripped apart their groceries "How can anyone feed their children formula?"

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Tony's used to the comments and haters and he's learned to deal with it. However, it's dfifferent and harder for Peter who takes those comments to heart, especially the ones where they are calling Tony a bad dad for allowing his kid to play in the grass barefoot or something or that he's not giving his kids healthy foods

irondadgroupie

Yes, Tony has learned to ignore the comments and yeah, someone criticising his parenting, yeah, not a big deal. But then a pic emerges of Tony with his arm around Peter and setting a kiss on his head and the internet exploses. Most say the pic is adorable but some claim Tony was teaching his child wrong ways to convey love. "You don't kiss your teenage boys!"

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Tony just rolls his eyes at the comments and has to bite his tongue from speaking back something about teenage sons deserved affection still. He does it more often just to get back at the haters. He doesn’t want to get into anything that’s not important. End of the day all his kids know how much he loves them and it’s all that matters.

irondadgroupie

Yes! Tony would totally feed the haters. Some people got a pic of him kissing his babies on the mouth and by God, that got a backlash about how he would be messing up his kids and yes, some even called the child protective services (who informed Tony and they both had a good laugh about it). Then Tony does an interview and brings Peter along because their relationship is so fascinating. The audience just melts how Tony is so affectionate with his kid, like at one point he fixes the boy's collar

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Yes with the kissing too. And it’s so cute with tony asking for a kiss from his twins and they just pout their lips and when Tony gets closer they grab his cheeks and give him kisses and Tony just melts inside and scoops both of his babies up into his arms and smothers their face with kisses. It’s just hundreds of photos of him kissing his kids and vice versa and while most are just gushing about how good of a dad he is older folks are like “how can his kids ever take him seriously if he’s kissing them all the time. He has toughen them up especially the boy”

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The audience coos and Peter just takes it in stride because he’s used to all of this now.

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They share a photo of when the kiddos were sick and tony was tucking Peter into bed and presses a kiss to his head

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When Tony gets hate from this it starts a movement with other dads sharing photos of tucking their kids in and giving them kisses.

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Yes, Tony is so affectionate with his babies. Some people are thinking he is sick because he kisses the babies on the lips. "You will mess up your daughter that way!" "You're making your son gay!" "Is this incest?" Some comments were terrible and Tony could not help getting angry. People could tell lies about him but anything regarding his kids was off limits.

Peter once released a video of Tony watching television with the twins laying at his side and both looked at their father with such adoration. Tony snickered as he caught the look on their faces.

irondadgroupie

Peter was just answering a question when Tony noticed the collar was not properly and set it straight. Peter laughs at the audience's reaction and says "This is what I have to put up with." "You wouldn't if you learned to dress yourself properly," Tony quipped back. "The kid still needs someone to tie his tie for him."

irondadgroupie

And not just of little kids but teenagers as well. The movement gets so big Pepper releases a video of Peter sleeping on the couch with his head resting on Tony's lap. Tony has his arm around Peter chest and his thumb was rubbing the boy's shoulder. "Is he okay?" Pepper was heard asking. "Yeah, just had a little headache," Tony sets a hand on Peter's forehead. "He doesn't feel warm, maybe he just didn't sleep well last night."

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The twins LOVE tony so much. Pepper filled a video of Tony coming back home after a weekend camping with Peter and the twins are waddling towards Tony with huge smiles on their faces and clapping their hands. Tony just kneels and opens up his arms waiting for the little babies to come to him and they are just giggling and once they reach him tony just scoops both of them up in his arms and just smothers them in kisses telling them how much he missed them. They don’t let go of him for th entire night

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Yes the movement definitely involves teenagers as well. Tony can’t believe that he’s a part of something that involves spreading love all around. Pepper definitely has more videos like those as well. One after Peter has his tonsils out and Tony is there as he wakes up from surgery. Another where tony is carrying peter up from the lab after he fell asleep there muttering something about how his body’s too old for this but still does tit all the time

irondadgroupie I was walking to the gym today and imagined that the daughter is Tony's princess and she loves pink and anything traditionally feminine, has cute dresses and watches Barbie and Princess movies. Tony likes them too and will argue with anyone who claims those are bad role models. The boy loves Bob the Builder and has his toy tool box and is constantly "fixing" everything from DUM-E to the doorknobs.

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irondadgroupie But then Tony releases a pic of his son dressed in a sparkly princess dress with a tiara and Pepper's heels and again the haters are on them claiming he is making his boy confused about his gender and sexuality and raising him to be gay. But again, majority are praising his parenting, how he is letting his kids play and yeah, most are shocked his children have a dress that costs like 20 dollars at Target.

#irondad #twins

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curiouser-and-curiouser-fics · 6 years ago

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📩 you know we gotta do it for the bae Snotlout

All right, time for Snotlout!! (Mind you this is in a Snotlout x Reader light/perspective@hotemotionalmess, you’re the best!

A—animals | do they have any pets? if so, what kind?

Besides Hookfang, you and Snotlout would have a Terrible Terror or two, probably yours from before you moved in with him/married him.

B—bathroom | what are their bathroom habits? do they have weird toiletries?

You use the bathroom for its intended purpose…Snotlout uses it for alone time. He actually uses more oils and soaps than you do, but do you really expect any different?

C—children | do they want kids? would they be biological or adopted? what would they name them?

Heck yeah Snotlout wants kids. He definitely wants them to be his own, saying that they’ll only be amazingly awesome if they’re Jorgensons too. He had originally suggested naming your first child Snotlout Jr., but you had immediately said no way and suggested Stoick, in honor of the fallen chief.

D—dates | where did they go for their first date? do they go on dates regularly?

Snotlout was surprisingly romantic for your first date, probably because he wanted to impress you enough to get you to stay with him. He had a huge basket full of food that he made (because he can cook) and took you to a hilltop where you could get a perfect view of the sunset. When the both of you have time, he loves to spoil you and take you places.

E—embarrassment | do they like or hate PDA? do they rile each other up?

Snotlout loves PDA! I don’t think there’s much debate on that. You don’t mind it too much, although you like to do stuff to him in public to rile him up, since him teasing you in public never fails to fluster you (which is one of the reasons he does it).

F—fights | do they fight often? how do they make up?

On the semi-rare occasion you and Snotlout do fight, it’s about stupid, trivial stuff. You guys don’t usually squabble about anything serious, and if you do, making up doesn’t take long. You can’t keep up the silent treatment for very long, especially when you find him crying in your room because he feels so bad about how he treated you/what he said/did.

G—gifts | do they give gifts often? are they big or small?

Oh, Snotlout spoils you to no end. He’s constantly picking up something from the market, and definitely from the traders when they come by. Whether it’s a simple rose or an exquisite new piece of clothing, he’s constantly showing his affections through words, kisses and hugs, and gifts!

H—home | where do they live? when did they move in together?

Berk, obviously. You moved in with Snotlout after a year of dating.

I—illness | do they care for each other when one is sick?

Yes! Snotlout goes the extra mile when you come down with something. He’ll make soup, wash and dry your handkerchiefs, and give you back rubs. When he catches a man cold, you give into his whining and begging and cuddle him, feed him…basically do anything for him.

J—jokes | do they tease a lot? do they have inside jokes?

Oh, yeah. You and Snotlout have the weirdest inside jokes, some of them being just words, but you know exactly what the other means when you say it and can’t help but laugh.

K—kisses | who kissed who first? do they kiss a lot? do they kiss in public? where do they like to be kissed?

Oh boy.

I don’t know if you’ll be surprised to read this or not, but you were the one to initiate your guys’ first kiss. Snotlout was so nervous he was literally shaking, so you swooped right in and snatched up that opportunity like there was no tomorrow. After that, Snotlout was a lot more at ease, and there was barely a moment between pecks on the cheek or lips or forehead. Kissing in public is definitely a thing for you two. For him, it’s showing everyone else that you are his; for you, it’s embarrassing him by doing it at the most inopportune times (i.e. when he’s talking to Gobber at the shop, when his dad walks by, when he tries to look macho in front of Chief Hiccup).

Snotlout likes kisses on the cheek, to him it’s a sign of pure love, plus it’s just the cutest thing in the world to see you stand up on your tiptoes to reach his freckly cheeks. You like kisses on the lips, Snotlout’s pretty talented… ;)

Bonus: Whenever you hold out your hand, Snotlout grins and kisses it like a True Gentleman™️. Have fun with that image.

L—love | who said ‘I love you’ first? how do they show it?

You kissed Snotlout first, but he was the one to say those beautiful three words for the first time. He knew he loved you from the start, and he knew it was the same for you (as far as the kiss went, he was just so nervous about making an advance and you not being as ready as he was). He shows his love through words, physical affection, and gifts; you express yourself through words, the physical, and food.

M—meals | who cooks? what do they usually cook?

You both cook, and since Snotlout is out doing work or helping to train new Dragon Riders, you do a lot of it in the evening. You get to wake up every morning to the smell of breakfast. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me. As far as what is cooked, it’s the typical Viking stuff: meat, bread, nuts and berries, stew, things like that.

N—nicknames | do they shorten each other’s names? do they have pet names?

You like to call him Snotty, just to get on his nerves (something he finds sort of admirable). To whoever’s reading this, I have no idea what your name is, so just imagine he calls you whatever the short version of your name is. Sorry, I can’t be creative this time. (it’s so weird to imagine him calling me Mel…)

Oh, Thor, the pet names! Your list consists of: Snot, Snotty, Snotman, honey, sweetheart, darling…the usual. Snotlout loves to call you doll, dollface, and sweet thing, although his default is babe/baby, as we all know.

O—outsiders | what do others think of their relationship? have they ever been walked in on?

The Dragon Riders were weirded out to no end, that’s for sure. They had no problem with the two of you being together though, and eventually came to thank you for mellowing out the Snot. As far as getting walked in on goes, the worst that’s ever been unearthed was a bit of a make out session.

P—proposal | who proposed first? who does the wedding planning?

Snotlout wanted everything to be traditional, so he proposed to you. You do planning together, but you’re better with the decorations than the announcements and technical things. That’s definitely Snotlout’s area of expertise.

Q—quest | have they quested together? has one done something crazy for the other?

You guys have done some pretty crazy stuff together. It started out with simple flying stunts around Berk, then it was building your huts on Dragon’s Edge, then fighting against Drago’s dragon army.

The real question is: is anything Snotlout ever does not crazy? If one instance had to be picked, it would have to be the time he flew all around the archipelago just so he could find one of Berk’s traders and get you a new bottle of ink, since you had run out just that morning.

R—rainy day | what do they do?

Stay inside. It gets crowded though, because Hookfang doesn’t like thunderstorms and has to be with his owner/best friend. You usually read a book—a concept Snotlout doesn’t quite get—, and he’ll busy himself with either cleaning up the house or practicing whittling.

S—secrets | do they keep secrets from each other? do they plan surprises?

Any secrets that are kept secret aren’t important, at least not to the relationship. Nothing earth-shattering. The only things Snotlout keeps from you are a few of his insecurities about himself, especially anything that has to do with his dad. If you have any secrets it’s probably a fear or phobia.

T—traveling | do they have holidays? journeys?

(For Americans like me, ‘holidays’ here means vacations.)

Vacations, not really. There’s not many places to go, and anything anywhere else in Europe is too dangerous (they don’t quite like Vikings over there).

Journeys, that’s more probable. Sometimes it’s to another island in search for dragons or vegetation. Sometimes it’s on foot to the other side of Berk to send news or fetch Gothi.

U—urges | do they pine for each other? how often do they think about each other?

I don’t know about ‘pining’ so much. You two don’t have much you’re aching for. You’re enough for the other, so it’s not like there’s much you’re missing out on, even when you’re apart. You do think about each other a lot though. For Snotlout it leans more toward thinking about you, if you know what I mean. When it comes to you, it’s more like ‘Snotlout would think that’s funny.’

V—virtues | what’s their favorite thing about each other?

Snotlout loves your heart. You have such a huge compassion for others, especially children. It reminds him of his mom, and of everything his father could stand to learn.

You love Snotlout’s loyalty. Ain’t no way that boy leaving you. And he makes sure you know it every single day.

W—wedding | who plans? is it big or small? is it smooth sailing or rocky?

Snotlout plans the technicalities and financial processions; you take care of the decorations and pretty things (you’re not ashamed to admit you got a lot of help from the twins). The wedding itself is a pretty big deal, especially to Snotlout. He wants to show his dad that he can still do great stuff even though he’s not following the path his father laid out for him. You were afraid something would go awry, but neither of the kids dropped or lost the wedding rings, no one stuttered during the vows, and no one booed (you never know with Vikings).

X—Xenia | what’s it like to be their guest?

Well…there’s good food.

Z—zzz | what are their sleep habits? who’s the big/little spoon? what are their pajamas? who snores?

You both head to bed kind of late; you have stuff you work on beforehand. You both take turns being both of the spoons. Most of the time Snotlout is the big spoon, because he knows it makes you feel safe and protected. Whenever you’re the big spoon you have Snotlout’s head on your chest or nestled under your chin, so you can play with his hair and kiss the top of his head. If he’s having a hard time sleeping, he just pokes your arm, and you instantly know what he wants.

Luckily for you, Snotlout sleeps in his undergarments. Luckily for Snotlout, you sleep in one of his tunics (he seems to like it).

#Snotloutsnores He says it’s because of all the times he’s broken his nose, and he’s right. It doesn’t bother you, though. Your father keeps himself busy at night sawing logs, so you’re used to it. He says you snore too—he discovered one day when he came home to you napping on the sofa—but he thinks it’s cute; he said it sounds like a baby Fireworm roar.

#httyd #httyd 2 #fanfiction #httyd fanfiction #snotlout #Snotlout Jorgenson #snotlout x reader #headcanon #headcanons #melanie answers #alphabet game #otp fluff #hookfang

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phan-of-the-pen · 6 years ago

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I Dare You To Stay: Chapter 17

it’s that time again you guys! and oof, is that foreshadowing I sense?? all will be revealed eventually! enjoy :D

Tags for chapter: angst, talk of therapy/mental illness, major fluff

Words for chapter: ~2.3

Fic Summary: Dan Howell is a barista working a shitty job, frequenting his shitty apartment, and living a shitty existence, hiding his asexuality and going for a PHD in self-depreciation and depression. Phil Lester is a part-time intern, part-time employee at a local weather station, trying to get experience in his field and make a name for himself, while juggling a second job at the nearby Tesco’s to give him some financial breathing room. Their paths were never supposed to meet, but what happens when they do anyways, one rainy day in Manchester?

(ao3!)

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"You really talked for an hour? Wow," Jaime said. Dan watched as she immediately frowned. "Okay hang on, that sounded kind of sarcastic and I didn't mean it like that. I'm just surprised because you don't like to talk about your past, plus your first appointment didn't exactly go well. I'm really proud of you, Danny."

Dan groaned into his pillow at the nickname even though at this point, he'd let Jaime call him whatever she wanted. He just wanted to talk with her—it had been so lonely knowing she was in London.

"Congrats, you just ruined it." he mumbled.

When he pulled his face back up from his pillow Jaime was still smirking at him through the screen of his phone. It was late, but Jaime had just gotten back from a few days in London for the play and they were video calling to catch up with each other.

The live feed of Jaime's bedroom shifted and wobbled as she found a more comfortable position on the bed. When she settled her face was serious again.

"How do you feel about this though? Do you think that therapy is something that is right for you?"

Dan took a moment to think before answering.

"I want to see where it goes more than anything. I like Gina and I feel really comfortable with her which is good, but I think I just need to wait right now? Like, as much as I may want them, I know that there won't be instant results, and I know I'm probably going to keep struggling. After a little bit of work and time, if I haven't gotten anywhere then I might change my mind, but right now I'm ready to see this through."

"Wow Dan," Jaime said softy, a gentle smile on her face, "you've really grown up."

Dan could feel his rosey patch flare up, and he chuckled awkwardly. He didn't really know how to take that.

"I think we both know I have the maturity of a seven-year old, Jaime."

"No, Dan, not anymore." Jaime snorted and rolled her eyes, but her expression went right back to its softness of before. "You've really changed from that kid who turned up at my coffee shop looking like a drowned rat. You're you now."

Dan hummed to show he was listening, but at the same time he wasn't. He had absolutely no idea what the hell Jaime was getting at, especially whatever "you're you now" bloody meant. Who was he before? Was it a good change?

Why couldn't he see it too?

"How's the play coming?" Dan asked instead of the million other questions smashing around his skull. It was late and maybe deep talks weren't the best when they were both exhausted.

Jaime caught him up on all of the happenings of the play, and talked about the cute stagehand for a half an hour alone. She showed Dan a few promo posters that had her in them with joy all over her face.

Dan let the gentle, tired voice of his best friend slowly relax his body and mind as he listened. He felt the exhaustion of the day slowly creep over his limbs until he knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he either fell asleep on Jaime or they hung up.

"It feels like things are finally going good, you know?"

Dan smiled, his eyelids heavy and his head feeling a bit like mush but his heart spilling over with sleepy love and pride for this wonderful mess of a human being that was Jaime. God, did he miss her over these past few days.

"Yeah, I know."

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"I'm so glad you could grace us with your presence." Dan called as Jaime tumbled through the door of the coffee shop the next morning looking tired but happy. She flipped him off but her smile didn't falter for a moment, so Dan knew perfectly well she wasn't that much of a grouch this morning.

"I'm glad to see that you're still a little shit."

"When you get famous I'm gonna find the nearest gossip site and tell them all about how you actually suck as a person." Dan retorted.

Jaime hummed as she tied her apron on and wrestled the coffee grounds out of Dan's hands.

"Give them here, I've left this place in your barbaric hands long enough."

"Love you too."

"A fanabla"

Dan wiped down the tables and filled the self-serve bar while Jaime started brewing the coffee. He helped her set the register, and they shared a vanilla latte while they browsed the music selection. By the time they were ready to open the windows were already fogged with condensation and Dan's nose was desensitized to the smell of fresh coffee.

Mary was in as usual, but this time when she saw Jaime she got terribly excited. Dan happily covered the first few people to wander through their small coffee shop while Jaime had most of her attention taken up by Mary who demanded to know everything that had happened in London. It was cute to see Jaime gushing about the past few days with an equally enthusiastic Mary. Plus he knew how much they had missed each other.

"Daniel, how have you been? Have you told Jaime here to take that girl of her's out yet?" Mary asked, wrapping her much smaller hands around one of Dan's huge ones. Dan smiled.

"I told her last night on the phone to take her on a date the next time she was in London, but knowing Jaime it'll be three years until that happens." Mary cackled at Dan's remark and shot Jaime a look. "And I'm doing just fine. My day off was nice. I went back to therapy and then spent the rest of the day with Phil until he had to go to work."

"Speaking of Phil, how's he doing? I haven't seen him in a while. Well, I've seen him on the weather, haven't I?" Mary laughed.

"He's doing alright. His work at the weather station has picked up a bit, so hopefully he'll get a promotion soon. If he becomes a full-time employee then he can quit his job at Tesco."

"If they keep him as an intern any longer I'll certainly have to have a word with them."

Dan and Jaime both laughed, and after a moment of keeping her stern expression, Mary smiled gently.

"Well, I'm afraid I have to get going you two, I have a doctor's appointment to get to."

"I thought you went to the doctor's a few weeks ago?" Jaime said, frowning. Dan felt the corners of his mouth drop down now that Jaime mentioned the oddity. She was right—Mary had just been, was she okay?

"Oh, that's what happens when you get old, love, your whole body falls apart and all of your bills are medical ones." She patted Jaime's cheek and said goodbye to them one last time before turning on her heel and disappearing out the door.

By the time Mary left the morning rush started to trickle in, and Dan and Jaime took turns taking the orders. It was efficient and even kept the line short.

Dan was making a espresso for a stressed uni student when Jaime sided up next to him. She gently bumped her hip against his leg as a silent watch out I'm next to you as she reached for a new container of cream.

"That was weird."

"Hmm?"

"Mary. Was it just me? Or did you think the doctor's thing was suspicious too?" Jaime asked, following Dan as he brought the espresso back to the counter. Jaime started to mix the coffee for her customer as Dan ran up his customer.

"Do you think she's lying?" Dan asked as he gathered the necessary change. Jaime stopped for a count of five, her mouth in a tight line, eyebrows drawn together in thought. She mumbled something Italian under her breath before shaking her head and resuming what she was doing.

"No, but it still seemed off to me."

Jaime handed her coffee off to her customer and collected the money as Dan took the order of the next person in line.

"Maybe I'm just overthinking it. Projecting and all," Jaime continued, vaguely waving her hand to animate "and all".

"I don't know, Jaime, it didn't seem like the whole story, but I guess she was right with visiting the doctor more. I know my gran was always over at her doctor's for her bad kidneys. Maybe it really is just an old person thing?"

Jaime's face was set in that puzzled look once again.

"Yeah, maybe."

"Hey, Mary's fine. You know just as well as I do that she would tell us if something major was up. We're pretty much her grandkids."

Jaime nodded, a watery smile pulling itself onto her face. "You're right, there's no reason to worry, and I'm sure she's fine. I'm just being weird because she's, you know, like my mum and my nonna all in one."

Dan squeezed her hand with his spare one as he tried to fill his next order. Jaime was just as disowned as Dan himself was, but she still longed for that special relationship a kid had with their parents. Because of that, she had latched on to Mary in more of a maternal sense than Dan had. Dan on the other hand just wanted to be loved, and between Jaime, Phil, and Mary, he was content.

The rest of the morning rush lasted mostly in silence which was fine for Dan. As time passed Jaime bloomed further and further back into herself, and by the end of the hour he could barely even tell that she had been upset in the first place.

Now that customers were just a trickle, they were able to relax more, which was what Dan had been looking towards all day. Catching up with Jaime in a video call was good, but damnit he had missed her and in person conversations were always better without the distance and pixels creating a barrier between them.

Dan wrapped his arms around Jaime and pulled her in close, resting his head on top of hers. He smiled stupidly when she immediately hugged him back just as hard.

"I really hate how far away London is."

"Aww, did you miss me?" Jaime asked, even though they had already gone through this last night. Dan didn't bother quipping back something witty.

"Yeah, I did."

One of Jaime's hands was slowly rubbing the small of his back, and Dan had forgotten how soothing the motion was.

"I missed you a lot too. It felt weird not being able to walk a few blocks to annoy you whenever I wanted. And I mean, it was only for a week, but that's crazy for us."

Dan laughed.

"It really is. That was the longest we've been apart since we met, wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah, by like, five days for sure."

Their hug slowly and naturally dissolved, and when they were finally apart Dan was smiling just because everything felt right.

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Dan let Jaime have the first lunch break, but like normal she didn't even bother to leave the counter. She perched herself on one of the stools and spread her lunch on the extra counter that was only used when there were massive lines.

They continued to chat, but when Jaime's phone ding!ed and she looked at it immediately, Dan's interest piqued. When a grin broke across her face after reading whatever notification she received his curiosity only grew.

"Is that that hot stagehand you told Mary and I all about?" Dan teased, resting his head on his hand. Jaime rolled her eyes, but Dan didn't miss the dusting of pink embarrassment that rose to her cheeks.

"No, it's Amazon telling me that your Christmas present is here."

"What is it? It's not that hideous jumper you sent me the link to is it? I mean Jaime even you said it was horrid."

"As much as that would be an amazing gag gift, it's not what I ended up choosing."

"Thank god."

Jaime tucked her phone back into her pocket.

"Speaking of Christmas, if you leave me to spend the whole thing with Phil I hope you know I'm going to kick you in the dick at best."

Dan involuntary cringed.

"Uh, yeah no I don't want any parts of that. But no, I was thinking that we could do something with the three of us? We can watch bad Christmas movies and make a gingerbread house and stuff if you want. I can even have it at my flat so you don't have to worry about having Phil at yours if you don't want."

"That would be really fun, I've been looking for more ways to embarrass you in front of your boyfriend."

"Jaime!"

"Fine, I'll control myself for the most part. But seriously, I'd like a Christmas with the three of us. I need to get to know my future brother-in-law better, and I already bought him a present so seeing him on Christmas would only be convenient."

Dan rolled his eyes, but judging from the large smile on Jaime's face her apathetic words weren't worth anything (like usual).

A trio wandered through the front doors, momentarily stealing away Dan's attention from Jaime. It was fine though—he was smiling all through making their coffees, thinking about how excited he was to spend Christmas with his two favorite people.

Jaime was right, Dan thought, things really are looking up.

#my fics #allyssaTM #phan #phanfiction #phanfic #au #i dare you to stay #idyts #i dare you to stay: chapter 17 #major fluff #minor angst #ace!dan #tw brief mentions of therapy/mental health #chaptered #dan howell #phil lester

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wildfluffyappeared · 7 years ago

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I wrote some cute Sayori x MC stuff~ “My Sunshine” (POV: MC)

I stand outside Sayori’s house, waiting for her to come out. I don’t care if I’m late to school; it’s not like I’m going to pay much attention anyway, so if I’m late it doesn’t really matter. It’s more important to me to walk Sayori to school.

See, a month or so ago, I joined a club where Sayori’s the Vice President: the Literature Club. At first, I was… being a typical teenage idiot, only concerned about how I could try to date one of the girls in the club. But… Sayori started acting different. Eventually, one day she left early. Monika, the club president, suggested I leave early too, just to make sure she was okay. So I went and followed her home, catching up to her about halfway there. We talked for a bit. At first, she was upset that I came after her, saying that I should be worrying about more important things. But eventually, I got it out of her: she’s been struggling with depression her whole life. Naturally, I was floored. But I committed myself to helping her out with her feelings. Monika and I talked her into seeing a therapist, and… she’s still depressed obviously, you don’t get over that in a month, but she’s already doing so much better.

Lately, I’ve been trying to be there for her as much as I can be. It’s kinda hard for me because… I realized after a while that I really like her. Like, a lot. But I can’t ask her to be my girlfriend, not yet. That would be too much pressure for her right now, being in a relationship. She needs to prioritize herself right now, and I think it’s important that I try my best to be there for her without any strings attached.

Suddenly, the door opens, and out comes Sayori, on time today, her red hair glowing in the sunlight. She looks a lot more put-together these days. Long gone are the days of messy hair and toothpaste-stained collars. I think she’s feeling more motivated lately, because she sees herself making progress, which in turn helps her make more progress. I couldn’t be prouder of her.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I say, grinning widely. “Sunshine” is my nickname for her. I started calling her that in response to her usage of “rainclouds” as a metaphor for her depression. I guess I just call her that to remind her that while she may have rainclouds over her head, she’s still a warm and bright ray of sunshine to me.

Sayori beams back at me. “Good morning yourself, dork!” she shouts, giggling. We head off to school together, Sayori animatedly telling me about the breakfast she cooked for herself this morning.

“And I didn’t even burn the house down!” she finishes triumphantly.

“Aww, I’m so proud,” I say, wrapping one arm around her gently in a friendly hug. She blushes slightly before wrapping her arm around me in return.

“Hey, MC…” she says softly. “I remember just a few weeks ago, you were afraid of anyone thinking we were a couple or something, and yet here you are now, with your arm wrapped around me in the middle of the street. Funny, huh?”

Now I’m the one who blushes, embarrassed. At this point, I certainly wouldn’t mind anyone thinking we were together, but… again, I can’t put that pressure on Sayori right now. “D-don’t get the wrong idea!” I shout.

She giggles again, nudging me with her elbow. “I’m just teasing you, silly! Ehehe~”

***

The school day passes and we’re back at the Literature Club. I spend some time reading manga with Natsuki today. I’ve been trying to hang out a bit with everyone on different days. Before the festival, I was anxious to approach Monika, but in the wake of helping Sayori with her depression, she and I became better friends, so now I hang out with her too, along with the other girls.

Natsuki, on the other hand, has quickly become one of my closest friends. Ever since she came out as lesbian to me, she and I both seem to have eased up our tension around each other, and now that there’s no romantic tension, we’ve bonded a lot over the past couple weeks. I kind of see her almost like a little sister at this point.

Natsuki and I have almost finished Parfait Girls, so we’re trying to get to the end today. The ending of the story is really very satisfying, and honestly I didn’t expect it to turn out to be so interesting. As I close the manga, I look over at Natsuki. “So, what now, Natsu?” I ask, using her shortened nickname.

“Now we get to talk about stuff!” she says with a smile. I assume she’s talking about discussing the story, until she continues, “Like… Sayori, for example.” She looks at me knowingly. “When are you going to ask her out, MC?”

I blush again. “Natsuki… it’s hard, you know? I don’t want to put the pressure on her of being in a relationship right now. And she might feel obligated to say yes…”

She laughs. “MC, you sound like a broken record, you say that EVERY TIME someone brings this up. She already seems to be doing a lot better. I think if you ask her out, she’s strong enough to say no if it’s not what she wants. You know what I think?” She fixes her magenta eyes on me. “I think you’re afraid. You’re afraid of rejection, or that you’ll do something wrong and hurt her.”

I avert my eyes. I know she’s right, deep down.

“But you know what? That’s a risk we all take, all the time, whenever we’re talking to anyone. And the fact that you’re so concerned about her well-being? The fact that you care so much about making sure she stays happy? MC, that means you’d be perfect for her. Plus, you’re so oblivious, she probably likes you too and you just don’t know it. So just man up and tell her, idiot!” she finishes, punching me softly on the shoulder as she does.

I chuckle. Maybe she’s right. But… “Natsuki, you’re one to talk. What about you? When are you going to ask Yuri out?” I ask, teasing her now.

Her face turns red, and now she looks away. “Y-Yuri? What? I don’t… like Yuri…” Her reaction completely gives it away. Of COURSE she likes Yuri. I don’t know who she thinks she’s kidding.

“Fine, fine,” I say, chuckling. I know I’m not going to get anywhere with this. But maybe she’ll take her own advice. She and Yuri deserve each other, to be honest. Their personalities complement each other so well. I really feel like Natsuki would help Yuri come out of her shell, while Yuri would help Natsuki temper her emotions and express them more clearly.

Before I can say anything else, Monika’s voice rings out from the front of the room. “Okay, everyone! It’s time to share poems!”

Oh wait… Dammit! I forgot to write a poem last night! I guess I’ll hope I have one in my backpack…

***

I found one in my backpack, thank goodness. Without even looking at it, I walk over to Sayori. “Hey, sunshine,” I say with a smile.

“Hi, MC! I’m excited to see your poem for today,” she says with a smile. I quickly hand her my poem.

Her eyes scan over it… once… twice… She’s… blushing now. What? What did I give her? Oh god, it wasn’t… that one, was it? I didn’t write that planning to show it to her…

She places the poem down on the desk. “It’s… it’s lovely, MC.” She’s grinning and blushing so much… I look at the poem I handed her. Oh god. Yep, it’s that one. I wrote this about her a while back. I wrote it as a sort of response to the first poem she ever showed me.

My Sunshine

Even though the rainclouds may block the light from your blinds in the morning

I want to let you know I missed you.

I want to kiss your forehead to help you out of bed.

Make you rub the sleepy from your eyes.

Oh, sunshine, won’t you come out to play?

I’ll do my best to help you through your rainy days.

The rain comes down, but when I’m with you

Just like your eyes, my sky turns blue.

I don’t want you to sleep forever.

Please don’t be mad.

I’ll make you breakfast.

Aside from being a blatant admission of my feelings, the whole poem is stolen from her ideas, so it’s not even good. I blush, and quickly take the poem back. “S-sorry… That was the wrong poem. You weren’t supposed to see that one, Sayori… I’m sorry I kind of… stole your idea.”

Sayori’s still blushing. “That’s okay, MC,” she says quietly. “I still liked it.” She giggles. “Aaaanyway, here’s mine!” she says, abruptly changing the subject. I take her poem.

Mask

The happy mask I wear each day

Is starting to crack and crumble away

I mustn’t let it, no, please stay

For if it’s gone, what will everyone say?

When they see the tears that mark their place

With salty tracks streaked down my face

All my efforts will go to waste

Of trying to make this a happy place

I don’t want them to know how sad

I feel, and that things are so bad

I lied to them, they might even be mad

God, I just want to make them glad

It’s too late now, the mask is broken

But in their eyes, a new light has awoken

Is it really okay to let them care for me?

It’s starting to feel better, so I guess it must be

Their relieved faces are a joy to see

When my real face smiles, and I start to feel free

This is… wow, she really does seem to be doing a lot better. “Sayori, this is amazing! You’re always so talented at conveying emotions, sunshine,” I say with a grin, before blushing after I realized I called her by that nickname again.

She blushes too, and says, “It’s nothing, really… Hey, go share with everyone else, okay? We can talk more later, on the way home.”

I smile and stand up. But first, I’m going to my backpack and finding a different poem. That one isn’t for anyone’s eyes but mine. And… Sayori’s, I guess.

***

Well, the club’s over, and Sayori and I are walking home now. She and I are both quiet the whole walk home. She’s probably feeling uncomfortable around me right now… I’d better not push it.

We arrive outside her house, and she almost keeps walking without realizing it. “Hey! Earth to Sayori,” I say, trying to get her attention. She seems startled, stopping in her tracks.

“O-oh, we’re home already…” she says, sounding disoriented.

“Yeah… Sayori, is everything alright?” I ask, concerned.

“Huh? Yeah, of course. I’m just thinking a bit. Nothing bad, I promise!” she says.

“Well, whatcha thinking about?” I say. I don’t want to leave her when there’s something on her mind like this.

She blushes again. “Just… about that poem you gave me earlier…”

Oh… “Sayori, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or—“

My sentence is cut off as Sayori suddenly wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her lips to mine. Without thinking, I pull her against me, kissing back. I softly trace my fingers through her hair, holding her close. She pulls away and smiles up at me.

“I was waiting for you to finally tell me you liked me, dork. It’s been obvious for the past couple weeks,” she says, giggling.

I blush again. Wow, I’m blushing a lot today… “Sayori… I…”

She cuts me off again. “You don’t have to say it, MC. I will. Will you be my boyfriend?” she says, a massive grin on her face.

I… Sayori wants to be with me? Here I was, thinking I’d be putting undue pressure on her by pursuing her, and this whole time, she wanted me? Wow, Natsuki’s right, I’m oblivious as hell. “Of course I will, sunshine,” I say, a grin breaking on my face again.

“Yay!” she shouts, before kissing me again. “You wanna come in and hang out for a bit?”

I nod, smiling, and we go inside. After all, with the sun shining so bright today, it could be nice to get some shade.

#my writing #doki doki literature club #sayori x mc #ddlc sayori #ddlc mc #ddlc #doki doki is not oki doki #my fanfiction #ddlc fanfiction #doki doki fanfiction

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everythingkennn-blog · 4 years ago

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Hello!

It's been years since I last opened my account, and I already forgot about this page that I particularly dedicated to my then boyfriend, Kenn.

I just want to update that we've already broken up 2yrs ago, between 6 and 7 on a cold, rainy evening on Aug 11, 2018. I caught him cheating on me.. With a friend.. And a classmate.. Someone who I did not even considered as a threat. Someone who looks and acts the exact opposite as me, someone who's the "Yes po, opo." type of person. Someone who looks so innocent and pure. Lol. I mentioned here in my blog that I was not his usual type because likes petite and fair skinned women. Guess what, he cheated on me with the exact girl, fair skinned 5 foot pabebe girl. Let's call her "D", because that's her initial plus she's such a dick. Hahahaha.

Oh well, it's been years. I've already moved on.. Or have I? 🤣 Hahahahaha.

I can't deny it, I was completely devastated when I found out. It was during my board exam review in Manila. He was the sweetest and clingiest (aside from me) person I know. I was left dumbfounded as to why he suddenly got cold. Little did I know, he was getting "hot" with someone else.

Since I can't focus on my review, and I'd always cry on class, my friends suggested that I go back to Davao to try and patch things up. We were the clingiest couple in school, we were together for at least 12hrs a day for 6-7 days a week. So maybe he just missed me so much that he did not know how to act without me and apart from me.

I booked a plane ticket and decided to stay for 4days in Davao to spend some time together. He kept on denying that there was a 3rd party and that there was no other girl. He was just prioritizing himself since I've been his priority for the past 5 years, he said. I tried to be an understanding gf hahahaha. Looking back, I think that I'm really tanga. All the red flags about cheating were there, but i decided to look past through all of them. Maybe I trusted him too much? Or maybe I was just blinded by love. Who knows? Hahaha

So on the last night of my Davao trip, I grabbed his spare phone to innocently look at the photos.. But what I saw was the convo between him and D. I honestly did not know what to feel. My brain refused to process that my bf was cheating on me. I was speechless for a few seconds.. Then it hit me. "Ahhh, so that's why? That's the reason for everything that's happening. But why?! WHYY?!!"

I was not able to sleep even for a few seconds that night. The next morning I went back to Manila with my heart shattered to a million pieces. I did not go back to our condo, my brother picked me up at the airport and I decided to stay at their home til I can process what happened.

I don't know how many times i broke down, how many liters of tears I've cried or how many times I questioned and pitied myself because of what had happened. I was completely devastated. I was full of self doubt and my self esteem dropped to zero.

Many times I contemplated to just drop everything and go back to my hometown to just cry and feel the pain until it hurts no more. Well, i did stay for a month in our house before going back to Manila to try and review again for the boards. Hahaha. The point is, I almost did not take the board exams. Good thing I still did, because I aced and top the boards. Hehe. But i know for sure I would've done a lot better if he and D did not act like dicks.

Fast forward few months, I received a news that he got the girl pregnant. I was broken all over again.. This time, it's a different kind of hurt. It was the closure I did not know I needed. "Ah, so this is it. This is really the last chapter of our book. This is the ending. There'll be no more after this. The end. Fin."

From then on, I finally started to accept that he and I were over. Like really over.

It was a long and difficult journey. I cried my self to sleep a millions times. I questioned my worth for God knows how much.. To this day, there are still days that I get a random flashback accompanied by a random wave of sadness and self doubt.

But I believe that time heals all wounds. I feel better now, way better. And I think all this time being alone had done me well. I became a better person for myself. I learned how to be independent again, and slowly, I learned to love myself and gain back the confidence that I lost.

I learned a lot from the 5yrs that we were together. And I also learned a lot from our break up. If given another chance, I still think that I would do it all over again.. But maybe I'll be just a little wiser. Hahaha. I don't have any regrets. I was happy. He made me happy. Its just that I hate how we ended. Hehe.

He's happy with his family now. The next I'll see him and his fam, I hope no more bitterness and hurt will be left in me so that i can genuinely, a 100%, wish them to be happy.

I have no regrets. And I know, when the time is right, I'll be with someone who will love and appreciate me better than Kenn or any man ever did. I deserve happiness. I know I deserve it. And I will get it. ❤️

#Kennn #Breakup #MovingOn #Love #Hate

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purrtlepuff · 7 years ago

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Do you have any tips of loosing weight? I currently weigh 186.6lbs, and I’m in need of some MAJOR help with it…

Oh hey, you weigh almost as much as I do. I’m 180 lbs (175 in the morning :D)

I’ve been looking into losing weight recently as well, because my knees have been hurting. Putting so much pressure on them over long periods of time is bad, and I want to take care of it as soon as possible before long term knee complications. Or diabetes.

Be noted, I am not a health professional. These tips that worked for me might not work for you. Your results may vary.

So, now that we got the disclaimer out of the way, here are some things that have helped me:

The first thing you can do is real simple: cut out sugary drinks from your daily diet.

My god, I dropped soda from my diet for 6 months one year, and I dropped 15 pounds. Unfortunately I picked the habit back up and gained all that weight back, but if you can commit to cutting out soda, it’s a great help.

Iced tea is another big one. I make my own iced tea now from tea bags and sweeten it with honey. Actually honey is a good sweetener. It’s got healing properties, it’s good for sore throats, and it makes you a happy busy bee.

And if you really want to go the extra mile and only drink water but can’t stand the taste, adding a little cinnamon or lemon juice can add a bit of pep in your step.

Breakfast. Breakfast is good. Love breakfast.

I never ate breakfast. I hated waking up at 6 am to eat a healthy meal before school. In fact, I’d sleep in an extra half hour and skip breakfast back in the day.

Now, I make sure breakfast is on my list. Eating a cup of yogurt is a good way to start (though make sure you’re getting yogurt without all that extra sugar... I’d say nothing higher than 10 grams). Eggs are another good protein to eat in the morning, but limit yourself to just two.

If fruit is more your style, eating a banana or apple for breakfast is another good way to get going. Oranges are pretty good too, especially for cough and wheeze season.

Just get something light in your belly. You’d be surprised how little sugary foods you crave later in the day.

Less is more and not just for toilet paper.

The real secret to keeping a good diet is to limit portion sizes.

Make a fist with your hand. See that fist? That’s the size of your empty stomach. Now, make two fists and stick them together. That’s the size your stomach should be when you’re full. If you put those two fists over your plate, and you still see food, you have too much food.

So, we talked about breakfast, but what about lunch and dinner (and second breakfast?)

The recommended amount of meat you’re supposed to eat is the size of your palm. And the less fat, the better. For chicken, white meat is highly recommended. However if dark meat is your style, take the skin off (that’s where most of the fat is) and enjoy your dark meat.

Your other fist size should be a vegetable (or vegetables if you like to mix n’ match). If you can’t stand the taste of vegetables, sautéing them is a great way to add flavor. Fry your vegetables and a little olive oil together (maybe with some garlic if that’s your thing) and bam! Tasty veggies.

Your wallet will thank you too!

Slow and steady drops those pounds.

Did you know it takes 20 minutes for your stomach to tell your brain it’s full? Talk about slow download speeds.

So, if you’re eating really fast, you’re putting waaaaay more food into your body than you really need. This leads to bloating, indigestion, and smelly bacteria. Plus, chewing slower helps our saliva break down foods better, so your body can absorb more vitamins from what you’re eating.

Pace yourself. Breathe. Enjoy the flavor and enjoy eating. Eat to live not live to eat. You can always save what you don’t eat now for later.

So no junk food right?

Wrong. To quote Aretha Franklin “Just a little bit” will do you fine. You know that long list on the back of food that no one reads unless you have an allergy? Those are nutrition facts. Usually they’ll tell you the secret amount to eat in a day.

You want some ice cream after a hard day’s work? Go for it. However, only eat 3/4 of a cup to treat yourself right.

Got the munchies and need some chips? Check the chip bag to see what the daily recommended serving size is, put it in a bowl, and put the chip bag away. Far away. Put mouse traps in it to keep your hands out if you have to.

Need a quick candy bar to get your spirits up? No problem! Only one though (unless you’re on your period and your uterus needs that cocoa sacrifice to ease your pain). Save the rest for another rainy day.

Most of the reason people’s diets fail is because they think they have to totally drop everything they love to eat. That’s a good way to crash your diet. Rewarding yourself for staying on track and watching your portion sizes is a great way to build self confidence and motivation.

And remember, savor the flavor. Live to eat not eat to live.

Wait, so what about exercise?

Exercise is one of those weird things we’re told helps people lose weight, but did you know that’s not always true? “Muscle weighs more than fat” is a common phrase (which isn’t really true) because fat takes up 4x the space as fat but weights the same. So you could look thinner but weight the same.

Exercise is about maintaining a healthy body not lowering the scale. That’s why people get discouraged when they jump on the scale after exercising a month and find nothing changed. I mean, sure, some people will notice weight loss, but usually it’s the body getting healthier more than anything.

So if getting fit is your goal, exercise away! If not, stick to the food program my friend.

I’ve done all these things and my weight isn’t going anywhere... HELP!!!

Talk to your doctor and make sure there’s no hormonal imbalances. Your thyroid is not always your friend. Hormones make us gain stubborn weight and make us feel that 7th grade emo phase 24/7.

And sometimes your body just says no to weight loss. It’s not anything you’re doing wrong. Metabolism is different for everyone, which is why someone thinner than you can eat a whole can of whipped cream and lose 20 pounds, but yet you eat a cupcake and gain 10.

Your mental health also helps or hinders your weight loss. Chronic high stress can prevent you from losing weight. And getting rid of stress varies from person to person (also I don’t want to be called Karen for telling you how to manage stress neurotypically™) so try to find something that relaxes you, like deep breathing or screaming at birds.

And remember, your weight does not define who you are as a person. Your weight does not define your worth as a person. Be healthy. Be happy. Savor the flavor. Eat to live, don’t live to eat.

And good luck, anon friend!

-Cat

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SFW Alphabet: Guanlin

A/N: so if any of you don’t know what this is, you can refer to this post that i made a while ago. pretty much i go through the alphabet bc each letter represents a word and i have to write 2-3 sentences for each word!

A/A/N: I’m also tagging @laji-101 bc I know she loves Guanlin~

AU: Werewolf!Guanlin would be such a puppy. He’d trail after you whenever you have food and even if you scold him (“No, Guanlin, you can’t have any of my ice cream bc it’s mINE”) he’d just unlease his puppy dog eyes on you until you caved in. He’s also the type to just lay on your couch for hours, but the moment he hears you say you’re headed to the park, he’s running after you.

Best Friend: tbh i feel like Guanlin would be such a chill friend. He’s the type of friend that just kinda goes along with the flow for everything, so when you mention going to McDonald’s at 3am, he’s doWN. He’d also be a lil shit too, bc he knows he’s freakishly tall, so he’s the type to hold stuff high above your head, just to laugh at you struggling.

Cuddles: Guanlin is a lil bub, okay? And lil bubs need their cuddles. Since he’s so obnoxiously tol, I feel like he’d want to be the big spoon, like, all of the time. He’s the type to like it when you press your back against his chest so his arm can just protectively swing over your waist. Plus, he’s not against pulling you by the waist against him whenever you try to get up and get water or some shit lmao

Domestic: okay Guanlin has confirmed himself he’s a lazy bub, so domesticnicity is on the lower end of the spectrum. Expect him to either be splayed out on the couch while you’re trying to vacuum or just with his arms wrapped around yoru waist as you’re trying to cook. The only time he’d actively help clean or cook is when you start whining about how high something is.

Ending: Guanlin is pretty young, and I feel like he’s probably not that experienced with relationships. Keeping that in mind, breaking up with someone might end up being difficult for him, but knowing how he can be quite blunt, I feel like he’d just end up saying “hey, let’s break up.” He’d def spend time talking to them about the why, but I feel like he’d be pretty set on his decision.

Films: Guanlin gives me mad action movie fan vibes for some strange reason. Like, this boy would watch a James Bond movie and then proceed to creep around the house on his tiptoes like a “spy.” I also feel like he’d be into home movie nights bc he can fall asleep on the couch right after the movie ends lmao

Groupmates: Wanna One can be quite overwhelming to meet. 10 older brothers of your boyfriend? Wild, dude, hella wild. They’d all be clamoring around each other trying to introduce themselves to you before Minhyun and Jisung pull you aside to put down some ground rules. I also imagine a really pouty Jihoon sulking in the corner bc Guanlin found a new favorite person.

Hugs: yes,,,that’s all I’m going to say lmao. But in all honestly, Guanlin is such a tol noodle I feel like hugs would be gr8, like, he’s the type to go all in on a hug, just wrap you tightly in his arms. Plus, once he gets super comfortable with you, expect random hugs every now and then (even the occasional hug where he gets a running head start and proceeds to knock the breath out of you bc he overestimated his speed and impact force lmao)

Intimate: Guanlin is still pretty young, so I expect blushy cheeks and adorable stuttering whenever you give him a kiss on the cheek or a backhug. However, that’s at the beginning of your blossoming relationship. Expect him to get cocky once the two of you are more comfortable, and he’d be the one to swoop down and give you a kiss.

Jealousy: So I’m split 50/50 rn on Guanlin and jealousy. Like he’d either be chill on the outside about it, letting you do your thing and only voicing his jealousy when you’re alone. oR he’d end up being a pouty oversized baby during the entire time. Like, you know how long his limbs are? Expect them to be draped or wrapped around some part of your body lmao

Kisses: giGGLY MESS OKAY. He’d be all about that cupping your cheeks while kissing you slowly and smiling into the kiss a lot, letting a giggle slip when he opens his eyes and looks into yours. He’s the type to like to kiss you on the tip of your nose, especially when you scrunch it up bc he finds you soso cute. And he loves it when you kiss him on the cheek bc there’s something intimate yet sweet about the whole thing.

Little Ones: Guanlin is practically a lil one okay? A very tol lil one, but a lil bab at the most. At first he’d be scared out of his mind bc “omg what if I break one of them????” But at the end of the day he’s got a kid clinging onto each leg and one on his shoulders as he stomps around the room imitating a freaking megazord or some ish.

Morning: Guanlin is on the lazier side lmao so mornings would be spent trying to convince him to wake up,,,which you fail at so the two of you just spend your mornings in bed. Cuddling is a must and him lazily brushing your hair behind your ear is a daily occurance.

Night: Expect Netflix on the tv as the two of you cuddle under the blankets bickering over which character is better. I also can imagine him as the type to eat cereal or, like, instant noodles at 1am with you bc lmao time is just a construct. He’s also the type to like getting ready for bed, like yall brush your teeth together, wash your face together, all that jazz, but the moment his head hits the pillow it’s lights out.

Open: I see Guanlin as this really bright, happy boy, but I feel like it takes a lot for him to open up. Like at first he’d tell you the basics, favorite color, food, animal, just the superficial stuff first. However, as the months past and the conversations between you two grow into hours and hours of talking, he’d definitely be the type to talk about what he wants in life and his dreams and his fears as the two of you lay face to face on the bed.

Photographs: I feel like he wouldn’t be super into documenting your relationship. def bc he knows his hyungs would give him hella shit for it Like, he’d like taking pictures of you to keep on his phone, so he can look at them fondly while he’s away, but sharing them? Printing them out? Nah fam. He’d much rather keep your candids (usually cute, but he’s got that one pic of you shoving two cupcakes in your face and it’s game over there) to himself.

Quizzes: Guanlin sometimes seem kinda sleepy and unaware, but I feel like he’s really sharp? Like I feel like he’d know your favorite food at each restaurant and your favorite flowers and stuff like that, he’d just never use that information lmao. Yall would be going out to eat, and this boy knows your order by heart and all that, but he would never order for you even if you left to use the restroom.

Rain: This boy likes his naps, so when the raindrops start pattering against the window, expect him to be sprawled out on the couch. He likes using you as his own personal teddy bear, and when you try to escape, he swings his leg over your body to trap you. So rainy days are spent with him nuzzling his face into your hair as he hums a soft melody.

Sleep: I feel like he’s a starfish kind of sleeper. His limbs are just so,,,,,long, like I can’t imagine him sleeping in a compact form lol. I also feel like he’s the type to random wake up in the middle of the night randomly and start mumbling before going back to sleep. Like yall would be sleeping, 3am hits, and this boy wakes up and starts talking about Seonho and then just goes right back to sleep lol.

Try: I feel like he’d try to his best abilities. He’d probably go to his hyungs and ask for advice, regret his actions, and then consult the internet lmao. He’s a chill bf most of the time, but he knows on anniversaries and stuff those have to be special. But he plans those to be chill too, like dinner at your fave place or maybe a really cute park date with candles and stuff.

Ugly: This isn’t a really ugly habit, but he has a habit of putting things on the highest shelf. Like, yeah, it’s convenient for him, but when you crave chips, you don’t want to put in extra effort to get them lol. I also feel like he’s the type to drink milk straight out of the carton, and that’s just unsanitary.

Victorious: yES, I feel like he enjoys at home kind of dates, so video game night is a must. He prefers playing Mario Kart, but after you beat him for the 100th time, he decided to stop playing that game with you on date nights. I also feel like he’s the type to just start 1v1 basketball in the park on day with you. he probs won but if you win he’d be highkey proud

Winter: Cold weather? He probably likes going to small cafes and bakeries to drink hot cocoa and eat pastries while watching the snowflakes fall outside. Also, expect a giant snowman to be built before all the snow melts. Plus, he’ll randomly start snowball fights, so always be prepared, aLWAYS.

Xtra: He probably really enjoys dog videos. Like, this boy is practically a giant pup himself, so watching actual pups do adorable pup things? Def his aesthetic. Expect him to run up to you with his phone one day and shove it right under your nose so you can bask in the adorableness too.

Yuck: I feel like Guanlin doesn’t like it when people aren’t straight up honest with him. Like yeah, he understands sometimes there are occasions where lying is okay, but he would def hate it if you did something bad and either put off from telling him or tried to skirt around the truth. He’s honest with you, so he expects you to be honest with him.

Zodiac: So, according to the internet, Guanlin is a Libra. However, I don’t feel like he fits it exactly. Yes, he is shown to be cooperative and sociable, but Guanlin doesn’t do self-pity. He doesn’t dwell on “oh, woe is me” he works on improving himself as a person. I feel like Guanlin legit would not care what zodiac you were, as long as you were nice and caring he’s down.

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