#praying for all cutie g's right now

[hyperdramas]

i’m not strong enough for this lyr i am not equipped with a way to deal with htis why is he doign this to us i’m literally just a cuties’ g who only thinks cutely of him NOTHING ELSE!!!!!! i was never prepared for this HOW ARE YOU DOING

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELP. I'M THE SAME WAY OKAY i've never thought about him being anything other than cute and hot at some times.......this is just so much okay i'm SO overwhelmed. AND AND IT JUST KEEPS HAPPENING

it happened just like how it happened the first time 😭 i woke up from a long nap & opened instagram to see THIS EXACT POST as the FIRST post of my feed. i can't keep doing this holy crap i live in fear at all times because GOD he looks so good ☹ but also i'm so scared because oh my god i've never seen him in any other way.......the whole shirtless boxer agenda we're going for is CRAZY (i'm SO HAPPY he's confident about it though! he worked so hard and BOY did he get a great result 🙏)

[hoshigray]

iillly happy bday bbgggg pls BULLY SATORUUUUU pleasepleaseoHFGOSH

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: THANK YOU AND BET !!

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting; you + satoru are juniors - sex in a public space; library study room - breast fondling + nipple play - sex on a table - overstimulation - pet names (crybaby, cutie, pretty girl) - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - unprotected sex (psa: wrap that shit up, kiddos ) - mention of cervix and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

“Ahhaaa! Thhh, shtopp! T’oo fast…!!”

“Yeah, goin’ too fast? Hnnmm, shit…tell that to your hips.”

This is not how this day was supposed to go, but that’s what having a bully in your life is like, right?

Today was one of those days where you’d spend most of your leisure time studying and catching up on upcoming coursework before the weekend, savoring your free days to rest and do some light reading for Monday. So here you were, spending the Thursday evening at the library in a study room you reserved until closing time. Fingers are typing away on your keyboard, putting words to your Word document while taking pieces of your french fries to munch—your study snack from the dining hall. 

And everything was going swimmingly, feeling the groove of things operate accordingly while bumping to your music.

Until your eyes snap to the door opening, and they widen at the sight of the culprit. Snow white hair and round glasses, and your stomach drops. “G-Gojo?”

“Yo!” He chips with a smirk, stepping inside and closing the door with his heel. You could’ve sworn you locked that door, but you’re sure it is now after he does it for you. “I knew I saw you walking out from the dining hall; the nerd is all cooped up in the library. Whatcha up to?”

“I, umm,” your gaze moves to your Word document, not wanting to see Gojo walk to where you’re sitting at the rectangle table. “J-Just, getting ready for a group seminar tomorrow…Need my notes ready.”

The tall boy slides his backpack off and drops it to the chair on the side of the table. His closing the door blinds and striding back to you grows the unsettling feeling in your tummy. “Ehhh, notes? Must be bored.”

“Not really…” It’s challenging to channel your focus on something productive when you watch from your peripheral with every step he takes until he’s behind you. “Just need to answer four more questions, and then I’ll,” your body rigid when he places his hands on your shoulders—there’s no escape now. “…I’ll be done.”

“Mmmm,” he hums and puts his chin to your head. “Working so hard, huh?” He kneads your shoulders and travels down to your arms. “I think it’s about time you give yourself a break.”

“Gojo, please,” pleads teeter out your mouth, yet your futile attempt to stand is refuted.

“Whaaat? You gotta give yourself breaks, right?” He moves his face to your shoulder to whine. “Can’t help a friend relax for a bit from studying?”

You open your mouth to respond, but words don’t leave your lips—a moan is snuck out from his hands, finding your chest. Sneaking inside your shirt to cup and soft mounds behind your bra. “Nnnn, n-no, we can’t…not here—“

“Psshh, you’re no fun, baby,” he coos to your ear, tweaking a nipple for you to squeak. “It won’t be for long, promise. Besides,” you turn to him, his blue orbs seen better from the dark shades now that you’re closer. “No one knows better to care for you than me, right? C’mon, just five minutes, and I’ll go, ‘kay?”

Your stomach has not stopped contorting knots ever since you saw that door open, and now you’re in a dilemma you prayed wouldn’t happen today. Regardless, you only have to give him what he wants, and you can return to work. So, you swallow your pride and kiss him on his soft lips. 

“—Ohhhh, y-you said for fi—Iiiive minutes…!!”

“Hahhh, did I say that? Heh, must be bad with time.”

Deliberately making a supposed five-minute break turn into nearly thirty minutes isn’t terrible with time—just plain ignorant. 

Your laptop, course material, and Gojo’s shades are pushed further into the table, substituting them with your figure to be laid on the edge of the table surface. Your bottoms and panties were stripped to the ground with Gojo’s jeans, your sexes exposed and now joined in the union as he propels his hips to pound into your chasm. Your cunt was a mess, slick, and come mixed and collecting in a soapy ring with the back-and-forth motions of your junior bully. 

The walls of the library rooms aren’t the best, nearly paper-thin to hear convos from one room to the other. You bite your lips to try to conceal your cries, but the curve of Gojo’s dick poking your walls have you screaming silently. “Fuck, pretty girl,” he intentionally grinds his pelvis to your folds, the broken wails egging him on to tease you more. “Scared someone will come and find us, huh? Scardey-cat,” the hands to your wrists pull you in with every rut. 

“Gaaahh, Gojooohhh,” your brows sewn together after the stimulation of your G-spot is hit yet again. “I’m sens’tiveee, go sloooww!”

“Shiiiit, that’s kinda hard when you’re clenching me so hard,” he hisses with a sigh. “Pretty much asking for me to mess you up.”

You shake your head at the brush of his tip hitting your cervix. “Ahaaaa, ohhJesus,” tears well up in your eyes with another jab to your womb.

“Oh, is the lil’ nerd about to cry?” Gojo bends down to you while his hips keep working, his flushed face inches closer to yours, and he wipes a tear with a thumb. “Awww, don’t do that; don’t want people next door to see what’s up with you.” His thumb enters your mouth, your tongue tasting your salty tear.

You sob on his digit, licking his thumb, and more twitches of your vagina come from more grazes on your inner texture. “Nhhooh, ahhhmyGod, good, feels tew goood…!”

Gojo can feel it; you’re clasping onto his length way too much not to notice. He snickers, “Gonna cum, baby?” You nod hurriedly, and he brings his forehead onto yours. “Want me to help you with that?” Too enraptured that you don’t notice him sneaking his hand to your lower half and a pinch to your clitoris has you cry. “Shhh, shhh,” he coaxes to your ear, his thumb swiping on the bud as you sob in parts. “Go ahead, wring me out, you slutty crybaby.”

Another pinch, and you’re contracting around him hard. Your orgasm hits you right there, the hot feeling of your body is washed with a sharp cold that rattles your legs. Hands come and grip the back of Gojo’s long sleeve, your cunt flitting on him as your body jolts from pleasure.

Gojo hurries to pull out and stroke his cock, his seed spilling out to paint your messy slit with the come oozing out from your hole. He throws his head back in bliss. “Shit, that felt good.”

“I,” you are stuck in a daze, yet you try to communicate. “I have to…get back to studyinng.”

“You still have some of those pills from last time?” You nod slowly as he brings his briefs and jeans back on. “Good! Be right back; gonna get some wipes from the restroom.” He then leaves and closes the door on his way out, leaving you cold and helpless on the table surface.

And now you know. Note to self: lock the door whenever you study at the library.

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[deadghosy]

🌊⛰️🔥🌪️

MODERN! READER WITH GAANG

𖤓PROMPT: you fell inside your comfort show.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩it was during book 2, you were happy to see toph show her father that she can take care of herself. You had wished to see it in person. And booom! You were suddenly in the show where you can see Aang get busted free from the metal cage.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩after the whole fight scene, toph noticed you and pointed you out. You knew there was no chance in running, so you outed yourself out. By calmly saying you are from another world. As much as you sounded crazy, they laughed while Toph knew you weren’t lying by your heart rate. You showed them your phone and that’s when the main Trio stops laughing and got curious

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩Sokka most definitely will ask if the ladies back in your time era are attractive, you said yes and this boy was asking to see what they look like on your phone 😭

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩and that’s how you got into the gaang. You were the therapist of the group, always listening to their troubles and helping them with all the knowledge you knew about their characters.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩katara always likes to rant about her day to you, and you don’t mind which makes her feels comfortable around her. Book 1 katara was very open on making friends. Book 2, I’ll say the same. If you had meet book 3 katara, YOU BETTER HAD PRAY FOR MERCY LMAO.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩aang likes to play with you with his airbending, and you enjoy the hell out of it. Literally you would smile with the brightest smile, and Aang smiles with you along. Just two sunshines having fun.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩toph likes how you taught her swear words. You and toph curse like sailors😈 lmao. Aang accidentally got influenced and that make katara step in and shut shit down 😭😭.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩you love appa and momo! These furry cuties love you too as appa always licks your face when you show up. Momo sometimes leaps on your shoulders, maybe even trying to share a fruit with you.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩Aang steals your big shirts, and you would try to match with him which makes him even like you more as a friend. You turn into his best friend right there and now.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩with you being a non-bender..protectiveness is to the roof! Literally even if you can fight. There’s still bending that can take you down without a single thought. The people who at your body guards are Aang, toph, Katara, and Zuko. The four powerful benders. But the ones who stick the most are Zuko and toph. Toph because she likes how fierce your personality is. Zuko, Zuko is just himself. Plus he needs more friends.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩Zuko awkwardly ask you a lot of questions from your generation. Like a lot to the point you grabbed his lips shut. That’s when Zuko knew, you weren’t playing games.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩headcannon on zuko and you just being awkward teens not knowing how to start the conversation so all he starts off is, “so, is war a thing in your world?” The way you gave him a wild side glance.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩I can see you making the gaang learn slangs LMAO. You made katara understand the wordings of “What you being messy for?” And she started to use on toph and Sokka 😭😭 you’d probably give Aang a short ass but wholesome slang.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩if you had curly hair, and not some katara curly hair iykwim. I mean like 4c ass hair that I possibly have 😭. I can see katara just amazed and ask in g to comb it which you quickly say no to. Toph, just stands there but probably does touch it when bored. People who ask to touch it is suki, Zuko, and Aang. Those three are people who I can see ask before doing it. Sokka will ask, but will touch it as it ask after 🧍🏾

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩big headcannon Sokka training you on sword fighting, but then Zuko comes in because Sokka is apparently “showing” you the wrong way lol.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩suki most definitely would love to teach you her ways of fighting. Plus chi blocking. Once you mastered it, she would take it up a notch and have you spar with her. In honor of her teaching, you agree. You had the upper hand until she practically cheated by distracting you. Making you lose your focus, she nailed you down. But in all warfare, it was full of laughter and friendship.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩imainge you showing them that “car” comercial..(of course toph can’t see it lmao) 😭 ZUKO PROBABLY BURNT YOUR PHONE 😨 ALL BECAUSE HE GOT SCARED

[xcyaeraa]

Evening routine °❀⋆.🍵࿔*:･

Hi cuties!! I've been having excellent evenings the past few days, so I figured I'd share my relaxing evening-to-night routine! Along with my night skincare and beauty routines :3

A quick productive period 📚🧶

Before taking leisure and getting unready for the day, I usually busy myself by doing a small tidy-up session, finishing homeworks, game playing session-- or talking to my friends! This is mainly to make me feel deserving of a good shower and get things off my mind to relax.

Shower 🛁🧼

I like to shower before the sun fully sets to night which is around 6 to 7 in my area, so I have time to shower before then. First, of course, I wash my face-- double cleanse specifically. I use the Beauty of Joseon Ginseng Oil Cleanser, I still use it mainly to get the oils or pollution off my face as well as to wash off my sunscreen since I don't use makeup often. The oil cleanser itself is not bad, pretty average I must say, but if you don't like scented products-- especially spices, I don't recommend it.

I emulsify them and rinse them off before washing my face with a gentle cleanser, I use the Haruharu Wonder Black Rice Moisture Soft 5.5 Cleansing Gel for my last cleanser, it's very soft and unscented! This is good if you have sensitive skin, and like I had mentioned in a post I uploaded not long ago, it's very recommended for dry skin because when I tell you it's soft, it's SOFT, to the point where I had to scrub it off my face to rinse fully.

After washing my face, I gently pat my face damp with a tissue, I don't like it fully dry because it'll take time for me to get used to the temperature of the water again (as silly as that sounds, it's very important to me lmao).

I prefer using cold water instead of hot or warm water for no specific reason, but I don't like to deal with the cold air after getting used to the warm so I raw dog it both morning and night ( •̀ ω •́ )✧. I like to double wash so I go in with a soap bar (Shinzui, they smell very good!) before going in with a mild cleanser to not fully irritate my skin, but I'm currently looking for a good scrub/exfoliator to lather my body products in, so if anyone knows any scrub that isn't too harsh but still effective, lmk!

Once I get dressed in sleepwear, I immediately start my skincare before touching my hands with anything else, my skincare is simple since I don't want to overwhelm my skin with layers when it doesn't need it and protect my skin barrier overall, I use the Round Lab 1025 Dokdo Toner and Isntree Hyaluronic Moist Cream since they're very lightweight yet still refreshing, I sometimes use an salicylic acid gel for my active acne and scars which is a life changer...

Free time & Dinner ☕💻

Once I had already taken a shower, I don't want to do anything too exhausting after that, so I take the time before dinner to journal, have tea with my mother, work on my blog (now that I have something to work on without having too much stress), scroll on my phone, check all of my to-do lists but mainly just enjoy the time! Usually, my parents also finish work by this time so I spend most of my time with them.

Getting ready for bed 💤🥛

I always have dairy/calcium before bed, as much as I hate how milk prevents my skin from clearing, I still do it regularly for my growth and bone strength (TMI: I used to get bruises easily on my legs so I was forced to consume milk every day even though I hate it ( ˘︹˘ )). I usually talk to my friends or check my socials during that time, And after praying and brushing my teeth, I go straight to bed right after I stretch to loosen up my body and my lights turn off. I'm an early bird most of the time so I get pissed off if I overslept until the sun's up or around 5:30 LOL, I do like to stay up until I actually grow tired, but I'm very determined to get my 8 hours of beauty sleep so I only stay up when I actually want to stay up.

Night routines are probably my favorite parts of the day because I just love the premises of getting unready and unwinding, the sun isn't glaring at you, and the time isn't ticking on you, it's a quiet time for me cause you aren't in a rush for anything and who doesn't love that? I indeed loved making this so stay tuned for more posts like this!

허락 (Consent) - Baby V.O.X

2:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:26

[kiridarling]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

[mortimer-writes-sometimes]

Hmm a sansby prompt? If you want something slightly more angst filled, maybe have Grillby be the knight in shining armor after someone won’t take no for an answer from Sans? Or maybe just some cute fluff, like cuddling while watching a movie :3

As I like to say in these situations- why not both?

Keep You Safe

Word count: 2667 Summary: When someone won’t take no for an answer, Grillby steps in. Warnings: Sexual assault SERIOUSLY, MIND THE WARNINGS

Sans always hated it when there weren’t any available seats at the bar. It was great that Grillby’s was getting good business these days, but it also meant he’d have to wait a bit to talk to his favorite fire monster, and he couldn’t even watch him while he worked very well. The skeleton caught Grillby’s eye as he came in and gave him a little wave and a wink before making his way towards one of the booths closest to the bar. Grillby gave him a nod and got back to mixing the line of drinks he was working on. Sans couldn’t help but notice that Grillby looked nervous. The skeleton frowned a bit and kept a careful eye on him, praying that a stool at the bar would open up soon so he could help. He was watching the bartender so intently that he barely noticed when another monster came and sat next to him in the booth.

“Well hi there,” the monster said with a toothy grin. Like, really toothy. Because she was a shark monster. She was probably wearing more makeup than clothes, and the look she gave Sans was positively predatory. The skeleton could already see where this was going.

“Lemme stop you right there.” Sans scooted sideways in the booth, putting a bit more distance between himself and the stranger. God, this lady reeked of perfume. “I appreciate it, but I’m not really looking for any’body’ to hand out with right now, heh.”

Sans knew he was hilarious, but he still thought she laughed too hard at that. Instead of backing off, she inched closer to him. “C’mon, cutie, don’t be that way! Besides, you didn’t need to look. I found you first~!”

“Unfortunately,” Sans grumbled. He moved over again, finding his shoulder against the wall. “Really, lady, not interested tonight.”

“You know, you’re really hot, for a guy with no skin.” The shark monster moved in closer, turning towards Sans and putting one hand on the wall next to his head. “Don’t be so cold. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”

With the shark monster leaning over him, it occurred to Sans just how bad this was. He’d teleport out, but he couldn’t focus on a location with this monster’s damn perfume giving him a headache. He was well and truly trapped, hidden by unsuspecting crowds of monsters and a secluded booth. “Answer’s no,” he tried, “Back off.”

She laughed at him again, suddenly slipping a hand under Sans’s shirt. He slapped it away, but she just grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the table, moving in again to rub his ribcage. “You really are just bones and magic, aren’t you? There are so many places I could get inside you, hehe~. Come on skeleton, let me show you some real fun~.”

Sans froze as her hand started to wander downward. This couldn’t be happening. Fuck, no, fuck fuck fuck fuck-

WHOOSH! BANG!

The monster over Sans went still as the bar went silent, eyes wide. There was a dark char mark on the wall above the booth’s table. A few inches to the left, and it would have hit her square in the back. She withdrew her hand and looked behind her, eyes widening further as she paled.

Grillby was standing in front of the booth, and he looked pissed. His fire was burning higher and hotter than Sans had ever seen, the heat radiating off him as his entire body crackled. The glare he fixed the shark monster was murderous, and to make things more frightening, he’d summoned an arc of fireballs over his head, ready for a fight. “Get. Your hands. Off him,” he snarled darkly. His usually warm voice had taken on a dark, steely edge that Sans had never heard from him before. In that moment, the skeleton was fully convinced that Grillby was capable of killing.

The shark monster was quick to comply, scrambling away from Sans and stumbling over themselves as they hastily stood from the booth. “Right! I’ll- um- I’ll be g-going the- ah!”

Grillby grabbed her by her neck, dragging her forward. The shark monster cried out as her moist skin steamed, drying out and threatening to blister. The fire monster paid that no mind. “Oh? And where do you think you’re going?” he asked threateningly. “We’re not done here. I think you and I need to have a little c h a t.” He raised his hand, the fireballs moving in closer. The monster whimpered at their heat, struggling as the grip on her neck tightened.

Ding! You’re blue now!

The shark monster was suddenly pulled down, out of Grillby’s grasp. As soon as she was free, she made a break for the door, terrified. The bartender moved like he was going to pursue her, but a wall of blue bones appeared in front of him, making him stop. Grillby stepped back, glancing towards the booth.

Sans had his hand up, both pupils gone and shaken. “H-hey, Grillbz? Why don’t we just calm down a sec? I’m okay, see? Nothin’ happened, s’all good.”

The fire monster paused, looking back at the door. After a moment, his gaze dropped and the fireballs he summoned disappeared in wisps of smoke. His hands were shaking. He turned back to the booth and walked towards Sans.

“Did she hurt you?” Grillby mumbled, hesitating by the table. All at once, the calm, caring Grillby that Sans knew had come back, eyes full of fearful concern. “I’m so sorry, Sans, I-i didn’t see her come in. I should’ve been keeping a better eye out, I know this booth can be secluded and-”

Sans’s pupils slowly lit up again as he relaxed. “Nah, Grillbz, I’m fine,” he reassured. He let out a shaky sigh as he finally relaxed. “Not gonna lie, that was pretty intense. Never thought I’d ever get to see you so ‘fired’ u- whoa!”

Grillby suddenly pulled Sans out of his seat, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in Sans’s hoodie. The monster was shaking all over. He was angry, but when he’d seen Sans cornered, he’d been so scared. The skeleton had insisted he wasn’t hurt, but Grillby found himself summoning small flames of green magic anyway, letting them dance over Sans as they checked for any injury.

Sans huffed fondly, the last of the tension leaving his bones as he returned the embrace. Grillby’s natural scent of smoke was much better than sickeningly sweet perfume. “I’m okay, Grillby, I promise. Maybe we should go somewhere quiet to chill for a sec?”

“Agreed,” Grillby mumbled into his jacket. He pulled back slightly, then suddenly picked Sans up.

Sans squeaked, then laughed. “I can walk, y’know.”

“I know,” was all Grillby said as he carried Sans back into the kitchen, bringing him to the small table in the back corner. Instead of setting him down, Grillby sat in one of the chairs and kept Sans in his lap, never releasing him from that warm, protective embrace. Safe and secluded, he let his guard down a bit, one hand coming up to cup Sans’s cheekbones. “I’m sorry. That- that was unlike me. I just…”

“Hey, I get it.” Sans brought his hand up to cover Grillby’s. “You don’t need to be apologizing. I should be thanking you. If you hadn’t come over she probably would’ve… she…” The full reality of what had nearly happened started to sink in and Sans started trembling. “She probably would’ve… fuck, what the fuck…” Tears started to fill Sans’s eyes as the last of the adrenaline drained from him. “Holy shit, I almost got raped. I almost got raped. What the fuck?”

Grillby pulled Sans close again, rubbing his back soothingly as the skeleton gripped his shirt. “I’ve got you, breathe,” he mumbled gently. There was the breakdown he’d been anticipating. “It’s okay if you need to cry, I’ve got you. We’re alone. You’re safe now.”

That was exactly what Sans needed to hear. He sobbed quietly into Grillby’s shirt, trembling as he tried to process what exactly just happened. What nearly happened. What could have happened, if Grillby hadn’t swooped in and put the fear of whatever God might be out there into that scummy pervert. He slowly became aware that Grillby was humming, the low vibrations soothing in Sans’s skull. The skeleton sniffled and wiped at his eyes. Deep breaths. He was safe. Deep breaths.

“I’m going to close early,” Grillby mumbled gently. “Will you be alright if I leave you here a moment?”

Sans nodded. “Yeah, I-i think I’m good. I’m just gonna go home.”

“No.” Grillby pulled away, meeting Sans’s eyes. “You are in no condition to be using your shortcuts, and I’m not going to let you walk in case that- ...in case it isn’t safe, this time of night. Go ahead and text Papyrus. You’re going to be staying with me this evening. I-if that’s alright,” he amended quickly. The last thing he wanted to do to Sans was force him into something, especially after what had transpired that evening.

Sans didn’t feel forced at all, though. He gave Grillby a weak smile. “That… that sounds nice. Yeah. I wouldn’t mind that. You go close up, I’ll text Papyrus.”

Relief filled the bartender and he stood, careful not to drop Sans as he transferred the skeleton to the chair. “I’ll be right back,” he assured as he straightened up. With that, he walked back out to his restaurant to herd customers out.

Sans had never seen the inside of Grillby’s apartment before. He knew the bartender lived in an apartment above the restaurant, and that the stairs lead directly into the kitchen, but that was about it. It was a little smaller than Sans had anticipated. Most of the space was taken up by the living room, with a cozy-looking couch piled with pillows and a bookshelf that looked ready to collapse under the sheer number of books that had been stacked on it. A small kitchenette was tucked into the corner of the apartment, and it looked like there was only one bedroom and a bathroom down the short hallway. It took Sans no time at all to make himself comfortable on the couch, kicking off his pink slippers and nesting into the cushy throw pillows.

Grillby gave the skeleton a fond smile, taking the comforter off the back of the couch and draping it over Sans’s shoulders. “Would you like me to turn on the television? I don’t have much in the way of movies, but my niece brought me a copy of a human show that I find to be fairly interesting. I mostly watch for the music.”

“Heh, so long as there are jokes in it, I’m down,” Sans replied with a shrug. He would probably fall asleep part of the way through it, but some background noise wouldn’t hurt.

Grillby kneeled next to the television and pulled out a small booklet, flipping through it to find the first disk. “Here we are,” he mumbled to himself as he found the one he wanted, getting everything set up before taking the remote and sitting on the opposite end of the couch. The disk loaded and a colorful title lit up the screen.

Sans tilted his head, mildly interested. “‘Steven Universe’, huh? No offense, but I never pegged you as a guy that’d be into cartoons.”

“It’s an occasional indulgence,” Grillby mumbled with a shrug. Was he blushing?

Sans snickered. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Grillbz. If you like it then it must be a good show. Let’s see what it’s about.”

Grillby smiled a bit, then hit play, relaxing back into the pillows. “I think you’ll like this one. Humans have such interesting concepts of magic…”

Four episodes later, Sans was hooked, watching the screen intently. He had to get himself one of those novelty backpacks. As he watched the protagonists fight evil breakfast foods, he turned to tell Grillby a joke, only to find himself meeting the bartender’s eyes. Grillby blushed and quickly looked back at the screen, but it was too late. He was caught staring.

Sans just chuckled. “Uh, can I help you with somethin’?”

“Sorry,” Grillby huffed, adjusting his glasses. At some point he’d undone his tie, letting it hang loose around his neck. He’d slipped off his shoes and pulled his knees up, hugging a pillow as he sat curled up on the couch. There was something about seeing Grillby this way that made Sans’s soul feel light. It just felt so… domestic, sitting there and watching one of the bartender’s favorite shows together. Grillby cleared his throat, breaking Sans from his thoughts as he continued. “I’m… still worried about you. Are you certain you’re alright?”

“Yeah,” Sans replied automatically, but that didn’t seem to reassure the fire monster at all.

“Sans,” Grillby sighed, reaching for the remote and pausing the show, “Please, be honest with me. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Sans took a deep breath and thought about it. After a long moment, he finally answered. “Okay, maybe not,” Sans admitted, “But I’m doing better. This,” he said as he gestured around himself, “Is helping. Like, a lot. I think this is exactly what I needed.”

Grillby nodded a bit, satisfied. “Well, is there anything more I can do for you?”

“I’m good.” Sans shrugged a bit, then took another look at Grillby. The bartender was great at reading Sans, but sometimes he forgot how good Sans had gotten at reading him in return. Grillby was tense, shoulders hitched up slightly as he hugged the pillow like it was going to run away. “Is there something I can do for you?” Sans asked, voice gentling as he did. “That scared the soul out of you, too, didn’t it?”

Grillby looked away again, feeling guilty. “I’m not the one that got harassed, Sans.”

“Nah, just the one who watched his best friend get sexually assaulted,” Sans pointed out. “We were both ‘rattled’, heh. Lemme help you out, too. Somethin’ I can do for ya?”

“Well,” Grillby mumbled, “Can I… is it alright if I hold you again?”

That hadn’t been what Sans was expecting, but he was more than up for it. “Sure. You’re gonna have to let that pillow breathe first, though.”

Grillby chuckled and let the pillow drop to the floor, lowering his knees and shifting so he was reclining at an angle before opening his arms to Sans. Sans crawled over and settled himself in the bartender’s lap, arms wrapped around his torso and head resting on his chest. Grillby pressed play on the remote, starting the show again before letting his arms fall gently over Sans’s back as he held him close. Sans felt the warmth envelope him and sighed, content. “Hey, Grillbz?”

“Hm?” Grillby looked down at him with a tilt of his head. Sans’s soul melted a bit under the gently, caring gaze. God, this monster was going to be the death of him.

“Thank you,” Sans mumbled.

Grillby gave him a small smile, bringing one hand up to briefly cup the back of Sans’s skull. “You’re welcome. So long as I’m here, I’m going to keep you safe. You mean the world to me, Sans.”

And oh, if that didn’t make Sans feel like the luckiest monster alive.

They settled into a comfortable silence, watching the cartoon play on. As the night wore on, Sans found himself starting to doze in Grillby’s arms, yawning as he fought to keep his eye sockets open. “Hey, Grillbz?” he mumbled, “Maybe we should…” He trailed off as he looked up, smiling. Grillby’s head rested against the back of the couch, the fire monster fast asleep. Sans levitated the remote to himself, determined not to wake Grillby as he turned the TV off before cuddling closer and closing his eyes. Who needed beds, anyway?

Grillby was the warmest pillow he could ask for.

I hope you enjoyed this one! If you did like it, why not reblog/leave a comment to let me know your favorite part? As always, thank you for reading!

[princessjungeun]

Falling For You: Dami x Reader

Request: Can I request a Dreamcatcher scenario for Dami, where y/n is a member of another girl group and is known to have a crush on Dami, so one day at an award show her members find Dami and bring her to y/n which results in y/n blushing and stuttering like crazy but little did her members know that Dami actually liked her back and ends up asking her out. Thank you I hope I explained ok, your work is really good.

Y/N is in a made up group

Award show season was in full swing and your group had been invited to the Golden Disk Awards. This was one of the biggest music shows you could be invited to. Your group was still fairly new, only having debuted 18 months ago. Despite this the 7 of you have broke more records than any other group in the entire industry.

The seven of you sat in the van, talking amongst yourselves. “So are you excited? I cant believe Im gonna see Twice and IZ*ONE in the same place!!” Your maknae, Jian, bounced up and down excitedly.

From the front of the van one of your other members shouted “I BET Y/N IS EXCITED THAT DREAMCATCHER WILL BE THERE! ARENT YOU Y/N?” Sending a glare her way you responded “I’m not just excited to see them, Loona will be there too...plus IDLE.”

“Yeah but you loveeeeee Dami. It’s always “she’s so hot” “can i marry her!”Jian laughed as she imitated your voice.

Pushing her on the arm you scolded “oh hush up that’s not true! And if anything you’re all over Wonyoung. Everytime you see her you’re always like “she’s so beautiful I want her number!!”

Your members continued to tease you about the huge crush you had on Dami, while you did your best to tune them out.

When you all arrived you felt the nerves set in. Although you didn’t exactly know if you were going to meet anyone, you were going to see some of your favorite idols up close.

Walking the red carpet was fine, you didn’t fall and embarrass yourself like you thought you would. The talking part of interviews were handled by the older members much to your relief as well.

However you went into a full panic when you realized your group was sitting directly next to Dreamcatcher. Your sunbaes were already in their seats when you arrived and the only way to get to your seats, was to walk past them. Like directly in front of them.

Your eyes locked on Dami as your members slowly filed through. Quickly you looked away before she was able to catch you staring. All of your members were clearly trying to stifle their laughter as they could tell by your silence that you were in fact panicking inside. Approaching JiU you smiled, trying your best not to look scared and star struck all at the same time. A small giggle left her lips and what sounded like a “cute” filled your ears as she saw the iron grip you had on Jian’s hand.

As you passed Dami you absolutely avoided all eye contact. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed the way her eyes followed you until you sat down with your group. For the first hour you could feel her eyes on you.

“I have to pee...come with me at the next break please.” Jian whispered to you, her leg bouncing on the ground indicating that she’d been trying to hold off on getting up for a while.

You responded “can’t you ask one of the others....i don’t wanna walk past-”

Jian whined “please please...just come on. I can’t go alone.” At times like this you were reminded that although she was in a group full of legal adults, she was still the baby.

She puppy eyed you and just like that you gave in. After five minutes there was finally a fifteen minute break as camera crews moved around and started to get ready for the next performances.

Jian immediately got up, practically sprinting past Dreamcatcher to get to the bathroom. You sighed deeply realizing that you’d have to pass your seven idols, one of them being your crush, alone.

You just decided to rip off the bandage and walk over, knowing your leader would get upset if you let the 15 year old out of sight by herself.

Doing your best to not step on them given the small amount of space. With a smile they moved out of the way for you, Siyeon stopping you to tell you how beautiful you looked.

When you made it to the bathroom Jian was already finished and washing her hands. You decided to just go ahead and use the bathroom as well, knowing the awards show wouldn’t have another break for a while.

When you came out of the stall Jian was fixing her hair and dress making sure she looked good as you washed your hands. As you dried you hands she stepped in front of you to open the door, giggling softly to herself as she waited for you to walk out.

The two of you started walking back down the hallways towards the stairs which led back to the open arena. Just as you both turned the corner and started walking down the stairs you felt yourself trip. Jian didn’t react fast enough to catch you, but luckily someone else did.

“Are you okay?” The person holding you asked. Your eyes widened realizing who the voice belonged to before even looking up. Internally you hoped and prayed it wasn’t who you thought it would be. But the second you made eye contact, you saw it was her.

You stared at her for a moment before she nodded her head prompting you for an answer. Hoping you didn’t sound stupid you asked “I’m sorry what?” She smiled and said “I asked if you were okay.”

You tried your best to put together a sentence but all the cane out was “i’m- you know uh uh yes just- i mean...um. Yes.”

Now was when you realized not only you were still holding onto her, one arm draped over her shoulder. But she also had a hand placed on your waist, the other on the small of your back.

The two of you just stood there not saying anything, just looking at each other. Jian craned her neck down the stairwell before shouting to someone who was a few steps behind Dami.

“Yuna?! Oh my gosh let’s catch up!” Jian ran down the stairs excitedly to meet her schoolmate. The girl called back up “Y/N just hang out with Dami, I’ll see you later!” Her excited shouts snapped you out of your trance.

“I’m so sorry I’m just gonna-” You turned to leave thinking you’d embarrassed yourself enough. Dami grabbed yourself arm, “wait, come with me we have ten more minutes.”

Not wanting to be rude you smiled softly and allowed her to take your hand as she guided you back upstairs. She linked arms with you as you both wandered the empty hallways. Once you warmed up to her you found yourself less nervous, talking about whatever popped into your minds.

When the two of you returned to your seats all of your members were quick to bombard you with questions. You just smiled to yourself deciding not to tell them anything.

Occasionally you looked over in Dami’s direction, stealing glances of the girl. Sometimes you caught her staring at you, resulting in the two of you laughing at each other.

•

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•

The award show had just ended and cameras stopped rolling. Jian had been taken home with the other minors, as it was well past their curfew. But judging by the text messages she sent you, she met Wonyoung and got her number as she’d hoped for.

Two of your members ran off to go meet Loona and (G)I-DLE. While the rest of your members, along with you, went to talk to Dreamcatcher.

Right as you were about to talk to Dami you felt someone grab your arm and pull you back. Giving the girl an apologetic look you turned around diverting yourself attention to someone else.

One of your members, Haeun, excitedly stood in front of you, “I just met Hyunjin! She was so nice Y/N! And I met Heejin and I got Chuu’s number, she wants to be friends with me. And Vivi...she’s so pretty like I knew she was pretty but in person Y/N you have to come see the-”

Haeun stopped rambling when she noticed Dami standing behind you. Her eyes widened as she asked “oh! I’m sorry....oouuu look at you! Okay bye.” She turned you back around and pushed you a little to hard, making you stumble into Dami’s arms for the second time tonight.

“You just keep falling for me huh?” She asked with a smirk.

Standing up you tried to hide your blush “yeah...sorry about that...”

Dami placed a hand on your arm, “its okay...i’ll catch you everytime.”

Covering your hands with your face you tried to hide the fact that her comment made you smile like an idiot. “Just remind me I owe you next time you see me, hmm?”

She responded “I know how you can repay me....”

Her hand dropped down so she was now holding yours, her thumb grazing the top of your knuckles.

A blush creeped onto your face as you raised an eyebrow in response.

“I want your number.” She stepped closer to you so only you could hear her next words, “and I want to take you out. Sound good?”

All you could do was nod before putting your contact into her phone. She glanced at the screen before laughing to herself at your contact Y/N 🎀✨

“Dami we have to go.” JiU called for her, waving for her to come over to the rest of her members.

She looked back at you and said with a smile “I’ll text you later, see you around cutie.”

The second she left, you slowly turned back to face your members who were all stunned. Haeun asked “how’d you even- you couldn’t even talk to her at the beginning of the night! How?!”

You smiled at the realization and said “I just kinda fell for her.”

[reinahwanggg]

SuperDad 》 Kim Taehyung

♡pairing: taehyung x oc ♡

♡word count: 1,962 words ♡

♡warnings: it's honestly too cute, taehee is a sweetheart, this isn't a warning but just an adherence to everyone the OC is a person of color, i'll probably make a part two to go about all the details of how taehyung and taehee handled the 48 hours without alyssa, OH and taehee cried seeing his mom leave, just about it. mentions of taehyung not being around as much as he wants to. mentions of what seems to be separation anxiety. ♡

♡genre: established relationship, dad au, idol!tae, fluff, taehee is a cutie you just wanna keep, Inspiration from the return of superman ♡

♡summary: taehyung's back from tour and ready to spend the next two days, with his son, taehee. without his mother there, of course because it's show protocol. ♡

♡a/n: i got inspired by the many dad aus i see and read, like omg they are honestly so cute. also got inspired by reading a fic/ one-shot of jaehyun being on the return of superman with his wife and child and that was the C U T E S T. hope you guys enjoy, also, i added gifs as dividers because i did this on my phone and this is kinda long. credits to all the owners of each gif used ♡

the camera pans in on a sort of empty living room, a wolf gray sofa sat in front of the equivalently colored wall, a small black squared table is there beside it, and along it is a picture that is covered by a cute emoticon.

littered around the vast space are various cream colored tents, with camera lenses peaking out, various fingers and hands holding them. the camera then passes over to the television, sat on a small drawer, that has glass doors, littered with many DVDs and vinyls, and the seemingly 75" television is off, unsurprisingly.

it then shows the kitchen, monochromatic colors is the aesthetic it seems, as a modern black gas stove is there, with the gray smart refrigerator alongside the counter that separates the two appliances. there is a four slot toaster and a kettle on the aforementioned counter, and a little magnetic knife strips which held all the knives, tongs and spatulas that are often used. the cabinets are a brilliant pearl color, various cute stickers decorate it, some looking old and torn and others looked like they just came out the pack.

it then shows the lounge room and a bedroom respectively, before a dark room comes into view. the emcees had already asked if there was a new superman for the show, and wondered who the new family was. they adored the little height chart on the door casing, and the little furniture and things here and there. they even tried to figure out what the shelf of things were, since it was covered with another cute emoticon.

•~•

back in the room, a little head peaks up at the sound of the doorbell ringing, looking left and right, probably trying to figure out what century it was. then the phone rang and the little human grabs the cellular device in their hands, knuckle sliding it over, and it amazes the emcees.

in the cutest voice the little human could muster, they answer the phone.

"good morning, hello?" the little guy answers in english, and the emcees are practically digging all of this up.

the voice then answers, but the words is silenced. it then shows as the hair of the tiny human bounces, the phone is dropped, footfalls are quiet, yet swift, and the door to the room opens. the tiny human can be slightly seen, and they run out, before running back to close the door.

various camera angles appear, for how fast the little one is running past everything, and the human passes the living room area, taking a left, and then a right and stands in front of the door, then he moves to the little crate beside it and sits patiently. after a few seconds, it opens, and a tall man enters the apartment with a few suitcases and a duffle bag, another cute emoticon doing it's job as it hides the man's face.

the human is practically bouncing on the crate at this point, his round, yet sharp eyes creasing up, his tiny white teeth on display as his arms frail around. the man rests down his luggage, before pretending he can't see the smaller male, and looks around for said human being.

"dad!" the small boy shouts, and the emoticon is finally off of the male's face as he smiles, the signature boxy grin his fans has come to love is on display as he picks up the little rascal, and whisper shouts a little "taehee!" just as enthusiastically as the child had to his father.

the emcees are shocked, like genuinely, you could hear it in the way they go "waaaaaa. it's bts' v!" and it switches again, showing the superstar, alongside his glowing son, and a pregnant lady beside him.

the lady is a mixture of slim and thick, her thighs all packed and gracious as it presses on the seat and shows beneath the fabric of her dress. said dress is long, with a flowy skirt and a sort of baggy top, black as the base with various flowers, colored rose pink and sky blue, along the skirt, past the waist, and some on the top. the belly she sports is a big one, and she look like she was ready to pop in no time. her hair was dark brown and kinky, with golden brown tips as the curl pattern shows perfectly, resting on her back. her light brown eyes get lost behind her lids as she smiles, her nose is scrunched up, smile lines along the eyes and her lips is outstretched, the craters in her face deepens, the dimples popping out perfectly, and the little boy shows his own.

her caramel skin glows, just like her aura is, and the boy glows equally with his honey toned skin as well, as he sits on his father's lap, both of them rubbing her stomach.

"hello everyone, i'm Kim Taehyung, aka V from BTS and this is my family."

Q: How old is your kid?

"He's two and a half years old, but if we're gonna get technical, he's 30 months."

Q: How long have you two been married?

"Four years. We've been together for five, and got married a year into the relationship because i couldn't resist her in the slightest."

"Lol, likewise."

"I told you stop saying LoL out loud lyssa. it's outdated by now."

"iT's oUtDaTeD bY nOw. i do what i want tae."

the questions and the bantering went on for another minute and a half, taehee getting in on it to, and him and his mother verbally gangs on taehyung, causing him to pout.

"we were actually kind of hesitant to be on the show. for many reasons, obviously, but mainly because we weren't sure if we wanted taehee, taesung and taeri in the public eye as yet. or at all. i wanted to show them on my own time, wanted to wait until they were old enough to understand this world to decide whether or not they wanted to be known as our children. after a while, and with the help of my hyungs, jiminie and kookie, we decided to take part in it anyways. we hope you guys take care of us."

Q: Woah, you guys are having twins?

"Haha, yes. we found out during the gender reveal that the doctor forgot to tell us we were having two babies. good thing we planned to always buy double the clothes and necessities for whenever i get pregnant. i say that because this little beast is unpredictable."

•~•

the video then switches back to the house, with taehee and taehyung sitting on the couch, the television on, with them watching a show, taehee swaying from side to side with the music, taehyung singing along quietly, and they watch the show until lyssa exits from the room and pecks both of their foreheads, before going straight to the jù,kitchen.

she tells alexa to play an older song by her husband's group, and the intro plays as soon as the show finishes, taehee immediately running into the kitchen to help and sing along to the song. meanwhile, taehyung is in the living room, his phone in front of his face as he smiles softly, both him and the person he's seemingly on the call with is silent as they listen to the two on their seemingly daily routine.

"you want to help make the pancakes dylan?" lyssa asks in english to her son, and he peeps an excited 'yes mama' over the voice of hoseok and his rap for hold me tight.

she smiles at him, and they make the pancakes from scratch, him calling out the ingredients in english, and she helps him in pronounciation and correcting his mistakes with a chuckle and a smile. while the pancakes are frying, she kindly asks taehyung to go to the store at the end of the corner to get some hershey's cookie n creme chocolate bars and a jar of dill pickles for her cravings.

she makes sure they all eat, before getting ready and going to head out for the allocated forty eight hours set. taehee follows her like a little duckling as she slightly waddles through the living room, with a purse on her shoulder, and she shoves the car keys in the bag, before turning around and ruffling his hair.

"be a good boy for mama, okay? you get to spend two whole days with papa and your uncles! isn't that fun?" taehee does seem happy, but you can tell, deep behind his nod, he is secretly praying that alyssa doesn't go. that she stays with both of them for the two days, just like old times, but she had let him watch the show, and he knows that's not the case. when she turns to leave, taehee grabs the hem of her dress, and she turns around, meeting his sharp cognac eyes, and it looks like he was trying his best not to cry.

"oh, dee, c'mere," she starts, lifting him up in her arms as the tears finally fall. she knew her taehee as a strong boy, but there are times where he can't help, but cry. dad was always to the company or on tour for as long as taehee knew him, so he built a special relationship with his mom. he knew he promised her to be strong, and to be a big boy, for when she was going to leave, but he hopes, that two days doesn't turn into a long time, like dad sometimes does.

"now what did we discuss dee?"

"th-that i w-was gonna be a b-big boy. th-that i w-was gonna stay w-with dad un-until mama g-gets back."

"right, we did agree to that, but you look like you wanna come with me. do you want to come with me, or are you gonna make me proud and spend time with papa? he misses you, you know. every day, he calls, sometimes when you're asleep and he always tells me how he can't wait to come home and have you by his side. do you wanna let papa down? let mama down? let your uncles down? or are we gonna be a big boy and be on our best behavior to make mama, papa and uncles proud?"

"i'm gonna be a big boy. i'll stay with dad and we'll have so much f-fun mama, you'll want to come back."

"i'm sure of it dee. now, papa is in the room waiting for snuggles. you know how to work the phone, so call me whenever. okay?"

"okay mama. i love you lots!"

"i love you more than lots!"

"i love you more than your lots! have fun mama, but not too much fun or i'll be mad at you."

alyssa gasps, pouting a bit, before smiling once taehee plants a big fat kiss on her cheek and smush them together like she does to him. they smile at each other, before she rests him down, and she waves at him until she is nowhere to be seen, exiting the door and off to go about her day. taehee rushes inside the room, knocking on the door, before opening it in at the sound of 'come in' and smiles at his dad, running and climbing up the bed to lay beside his dad as he talks to uncle jin.

"oh, it's little tae! how's it going buddy?" jin asks, from the other side of the phone, and taehee smiles, the dimples making another appearance, before answering his uncle. taehyung looks at his son, eyes glimmering with pure love, as he thinks that he can finally spend time with his son.

[searchingwardrobes]

Self Promo Sunday: Hope for the Orphans

This was my very first fic, and it’s really hard for me to believe that it’s almost four years old! It’s never been posted on tumblr before, nor have I ever made art for it. So here it is: my way of bringing little!Killian and little!Emma together - in canon. I hope these two cuties bring a smile to your face (even in the midst of their canon-compliant troubles.)

I also wrote this for @whimsicallyenchantedrose​ whose writing I have always admired. Little did I know back then that she would become a wonderful friend! Love ya, Jen!

Summary: One night, while remembering his mother, nine year old Killian Jones asks the man in the moon a question. The next thing he knows, he’s in a strange realm meeting a seven year old Emma Swan at a Valentine’s Day party. Could she be the answer to his question?

Rating: G

Trigger warnings: mentions of child abuse (very vague), and a very ill Killian as a child

Words: 6k and some change

Also on A03

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When Killian Jones first saw Emma Swan, he had the strangest sensation that he had met her before. It was like a long-forgotten detail that niggled the back of his brain, and just as he began to grasp it, away it slipped like grains of sand. So he was delighted when it had been Emma Swan to volunteer to climb the beanstalk with him. “I was hoping it’d be you.” And as they climbed, he uncannily just knew things about her. That she was an orphan, for one. He wasn’t lying when he said she had the look of a lost boy in her eyes, but he noticed the look after the knowing. “Open book,” he had told her, but he hadn’t the slightest clue how or why.

The longer he knew her, the more he felt he had always known her. Of course, he never voiced this to Emma. He knew his Swan – he knew if he said such a thing it would terrify her. So it wasn’t until the night of their honeymoon, that he voiced it in the dark.

“From the moment we met, I have felt . . . like I’ve always known you.”

Emma surprised him with her response. “You too?” she asked, propping her chin on his chest. He could just make out the green of her eyes by the light from the bedside lamp. There was no fear there, not anymore.

Killian gazed down at her, confused. “You mean you’ve felt that way too?” At her answering nod, he asked, “How long?”

Emma snuggled into his side before answering. “Since the first day we met. I looked into your eyes and thought that I knew you from somewhere. I mean – I’m not saying it was love at first sight or anything-“ he could almost feel her roll her eyes at that notion – “it was more like a vague ‘I’ve seen this guy somewhere before,’ know what I mean?”

Killian chuckled, “Exactly.”

They both fell silent for a moment, contemplating what it might mean. Emma finally scooted herself up to nuzzle his neck. She murmured against his skin, “It’s probably just the whole true love thing.” How far his Swan had come to speak of it so matter-of- factly!

“Hmmm, “he sighed, as she lightly kissed his jaw. “And pray tell, love, exactly what does that mean?”

“You know,” she murmured as she lazily kissed a path across his face, “two souls destined to be together. Kindred spirits who recognized one another immediately, despite all reason. That sort of thing.”

And that was what they decided. The soul mates cliché. After all, what other explanation could there be?

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 Nine year old Killian Jones stuck his head slowly out of the hatch leading below decks, so only his eyes were visible through a narrow crack. He searched carefully to be sure no other sailors were above deck. He knew, of course, that there was a sailor on watch up in the crow’s nest. But he would be scanning the skies and sea, not looking down below at the deck. Seeing that the coast was clear, Killian quietly slipped out on deck, padding silently to the railing. The wood was cool beneath his bare feet. He leaned over the railing and down at the water below. It was a calm night. He could even see the moon and a few stars reflected in the almost glassy surface of the sea, the image broken only occasionally by the undulating waves. He looked up at the velvet sky and reveled at the sight of so many stars twinkling down at him. He breathed in deeply the familiar scents: salt, seaweed, and damp wood. He listened to the familiar sounds of the ocean and the creaking and rocking of the ship. He felt the cool night air gently fan his flushed cheeks. This was what he needed so desperately after being cooped up for three whole days below deck. Even if the slight saltiness of the air stung his right cheek just a bit.

“Killian Jones! What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?”

Slowly and reluctantly, Killian turned to face his older brother. Liam stood there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking far older than his 13 years.

“I just needed some fresh air, brother!” Killian tried to explain. “I couldn’t stay down there in the hold one more minute.”

“Little brother,” Liam said on a sigh, putting his hand gently on Killian’s shoulder, “you had a raging fever for three full days. The last thing you need is to stand out here, breathing in the deadly night vapors. You must remain abed until you get your strength back.”

Liam tipped Killian’s head up, then turned it to the side to look at his cheek. The deep cut there was still a bright, angry red, but the wound was no longer weeping. Killian saw the regret and guilt in his brother’s eyes.

“It could be worse, I suppose,” Liam grumbled, dropping his hand from Killian’s face. “You’ll have a scar, though.”

Killian decided that the best course of action was to make light of it. “Well, every good sailor worth his salt needs a scar,” he said brightly. Then he poked Liam in the chest, “And what do you expect? I was stitched up by a 13 year old.”

Liam winced. Okay, maybe it was too soon for that joke. But according to Cook, Liam may have saved Killian’s life.

“Well,” Liam replied, poking his little brother in return, “you should have kept your mouth shut, as usual, and refrained from setting off the Captain.”

Now it was Killian’s turn to wince. Liam was constantly berating him for his sass. “Just keep your mouth shut, Killian, and do as your told,” was the seemingly endless refrain from his brother’s lips. And it was true, Killian’s mouth was constantly getting him into trouble. He just couldn’t seem to help himself. A few days ago, the Captain had sent his youngest cabin boy below decks for some more rum. Unbeknownst to Killian, the barrel he had filled the decanter from was not properly sealed. Salt water had seeped in and ruined the rum. The Captain had taken a large gulp and promptly spit it out across his desk. He had roared at Killian, blaming him. Killian should have taken the scolding meekly and gone to get rum from the second barrel, but instead, as usual, he had opened his mouth.

“As drunk as you are, I’m surprised you noticed.”

The Captain had roared even louder and would have knocked his desk over if it hadn’t been nailed down. Instead he threw the glass tumbler in his hand right at Killian, who had ducked just in time. The tumbler smashed into pieces against the wall directly behind his head (really, who uses glass tumblers on a ship? was Killian’s ridiculous thought). Ducking hadn’t prevented a shard of glass from slicing across his cheek. The Captain screamed at him to get out, face red and eyes bulging. Killian had stumbled out, putting a hand to his stinging cheek. When he pulled his hand away, it was covered in blood. He wiped his bloody hand on his tunic, and reached up to his cheek again. By the time he stumbled on deck to his brother, his face and cheek were slick with blood again.

“Liam,” was all he managed to say before he swayed on his feet.

The rest was a blur. Killian remembered opening his eyes to find himself laid out on the table in the galley, Liam and the bos’un, Starkey, arguing.

“Cook’s gone to shore for supplies.” Starkey hissed, “What’ll we do?”

“I don’t know,” Liam hissed back, as if he didn’t want his brother to hear him. “Go to shore and look for him, or a healer.”

“Captain was adamant that his slaves stay on board. He may do worse to me and to Killian if we disobey. Besides, Killian needs help NOW. Look at how much blood –“

“Then what’ll you do?”

“Get Cook’s kit. I’ve seen him do it before . . . “

“Have you lost your senses?” Starkey practically screeched. “You’re just a boy!”

“Exactly!” Liam shot back. “I need you to hold him down. I’m not strong enough.”

Then Killian saw Starkey and Liam bending over him. Starkey and the Cook had taken a liking to Liam and Killian a year ago when their father had left. The boys trusted both men with their lives.

Starkey took Killian by the shoulders. He thought he remembered tears in the man’s eyes, but surely he had imagined that. “I’m sorry son.” Then the pain. Killian writhed and screamed. Then everything went dark.

When Killian awoke, he was in his hammock in the hold. He was shivering all over, and no matter how tightly he wrapped his scant blanket around him, he felt chilled. For three days, he drifted in and out of consciousness. He heard snippets of conversation around him.

“The wound’s turned septic.”

“I was a fool thinking I could stitch him up!”

“You did what you had to, my boy.”

“The Captain is demanding to know where his second cabin boy is. He has work he needs him to do.”

“Then stall, damn it!”

Concerned faces floated in front of him. Someone made him lift his head to drink some water. Extra blankets were tucked around him. It wasn’t until later that he realized his brother, Starkey, and Cook and given him there’s. As the fever raged higher, he started to hallucinate. Calling out to his mother. To his father. And most frightening of all, was the hallucination he had of Liam. His brother was weeping, begging him not to leave him alone. It had to be a hallucination. Liam never cried.

But by some miracle, this morning Killian had awoke sweating and hot underneath the pile of blankets. When Cook had come down to check on him, Killian had asked for something to eat. Cook laid a gnarled hand against Killian’s forehead, and then whooped with joy. He had never seen the man do anything but scowl. He tried to get up, but Cook, and later Liam, insisted he was too weak. The two of them and Starkey were covering for him; the Captain had been too drunk to know his smallest sailor was missing.

And that was why, on this night, Killian had snuck out of his hammock as soon as the rest of the crew was asleep. Staying in bed all day when he had all his wits about him was about to drive him mad. It was dark, stuffy, and hot in the hold with absolutely nothing to do. And now he had no doubt Liam would send him right back down there.

So Killian couldn’t believe it when Liam said, “Ok little brother, we’ll stay up her for a bit.” When he saw Killian’s grin, he hastily added, “But not for long, and you’re sitting down.”

Killian couldn’t argue with that, he was swaying a bit where he stood. The two boys sat side by side with their backs to the railing and looked up at the night sky.

“There’s a man in the moon tonight,” Liam pointed out. Killian looked up. Sure enough, there was the outline of a man’s face. “Do you remember what mother used to say about the man in the moon?”

Killian shook his head and sighed, “No brother, I sometimes fear I am forgetting her completely.”

Liam gave him a small, reassuring smile, “It’s not surprising. You were only seven when she passed. But I can tell you stories. That way, you won’t forget her.”

“Ok,” Killian agreed with a smile.

Liam cleared his throat. “She always said to give your problems to the man in the moon. But you had to make sure to tell him everything, so he had all the pieces. Like a puzzle. Then, while you were sleeping, he would work out the problem for you.”

Killian tilted his head up to gaze at the moon. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated. He knew he could remember his mother if he thought hard enough. He had to. Slowly, an image came to his mind. A smile that would light up a room. A turned up nose with a dusting of freckles. He saw her face, still a little fuzzy, leaning over him and wiping his brow. He was four or five and was ill. He saw curls framing the pretty face. Light brown, like his brother. Her eyes? He concentrated harder. They seemed to change color. Crystal blue when she was laughing. A stormy gray when she was arguing with his father. Sea green as she sang him to sleep.

“She sang us to sleep!” Killian exclaimed triumphantly. “And told us bedtime stories!”

Liam laughed softly, “That’s right. She had a beautiful voice. Her favorite was –“ and Liam began to sing haltingly:

Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly, Lavender’s green; When I am king, dilly, dilly, You shall be queen Roses are red, dilly, dilly, Lavender’s blue. If you will have me, dilly, dilly, I will have you.

The song came back to Killian and he joined in. “I’ll say, little brother!” Liam exclaimed. “It seems you’ve inherited her singing voice.”

The boys continued gazing at the sky silently, lost in their own thoughts of their mother.

“Do you remember what you always asked her at the end of every story she told?” Liam finally broke the silence.

Killian laughed, “Yes I do. No matter what it was about, giants, kracken, true love’s kiss, I would always ask her if she believed in it.”

“And she would always say, ‘I believe in everything.’”

“Aye,” Killian scoffed, “and you would always roll your eyes and say it was silly.”

“Not you,” Liam chuckled, poking his ribs, “you would always loudly proclaim, ‘Then I believe in everything too!’ Momma’s boy.”

“Hey!” Killian protested, but he didn’t really mind his brother’s ribbing too much. His mother used to always says she couldn’t believe two brothers could be so different. Now that his memory had been jogged, more flooded into his mind. The clearest memory was the day his mother died. His father was away, he couldn’t remember where or why, but Elizabeth Jones had insisted on her boys being allowed in the sick room. Their father was a respected merchant, able to afford a housekeeper for his modest home. Little did they know he had gambled it all away. Agnes, the housekeeper, had tried to argue with Elizabeth, but to no avail. She dutifully brought the boys to their mother.

Elizabeth spoke to Liam first, asking him to look after Killian. “You are all he has left,” she had said. He now realized his mother had known their father wouldn’t stick around. She gave Liam a ring with a garnet stone, hanging on a chain. She slipped it over Liam’s head, saying, “This ring will always bring you safely home.” Liam had nodded solemnly and vowed that Killian would always be safe.

“Killian,” Elizabeth had called, gesturing to her youngest son. Killian stepped to her bedside, unable to stop the tears that flowed down his cheeks. Liam was strong, but he was weak. “Killian, you have more love in your little finger than most people have in their whole bodies. When you love, you love fiercely, with all that you are. That is rare, my son. And it is strength. It will make you a hero some day.” At this, she took Killian’s freckled face in her hands. “No matter what happens, Killian Jones, no matter what mistakes you make – and we all make some – never forget that you are destined to do heroic things. Promise me you won’t forget.”

“I won’t mother,” Killian had sobbed. Then he had thrown his arms around her. Elizabeth had held him close, drawing Liam into the hug as well.

“Forgive me boys, for leaving you.” She wept. “I don’t want to.”

“Of course we forgive you, mother,” they had both declared. And the next morning, she was gone.

Killian looked up now at the man in the moon. He didn’t have a problem for him, not exactly. More a question. He realized he had broken his promise to his mother. He had already forgotten that he could be a hero. Because his mother was the only one who had ever seen that in him. So, with her gone, he had forgotten. Liam loved him, he knew without a doubt. But he always had the nagging feeling he was letting his brother down. “Why are you always getting into trouble, Killian?” “Can’t you keep your thoughts to yourself, Killian?” It was always something. So Killian Jones looked up at the moon and asked one single question as he closed his eyes.

“Will anyone ever see me the way my mother did?”

**************************************

Killian’s eyes blinked open. He must have fallen asleep on deck. But – something wasn’t right. The surface against his cheek was smooth and cold, not rough and damply warm like the wood of the ship. Someone was saying something to him. . .

“Sweetie . . . come on, sweetie, you need to wake up and get off the bus.”

Wait . . . what? Everything was off. The woman’s strange accent, calling him sweetie, and . . . what the bloody hell was a bus?

Killian jolted up, looking frantically around him. In front of him was a plump woman, middle aged, holding what looked like a rectangle of smooth wood.

“Wh-where am I?” he stuttered. He looked around him – it was all so strange. Two rows of leather benches with an aisle down the middle. And the entire thing was encased in some kind of metal? What was this place?

The woman in front of him chuckled. “You’re at the Valentine’s Day party. All the other children are already inside. You must have fallen asleep.” She looked down at her piece of wood. “Now, what is your name? I thought we had counted everyone.”

“K-Killian J-Jones.”

The woman frowned. “I don’t see your name here.” She shrugged and looked at him with sympathy. Killian wasn’t sure, but it seemed like she was staring at the cut on his cheek. “You must be a brand new arrival. I’ll add your name – go on inside.”

Killian didn’t know what else to do but obey her. He walked down the aisle towards a door at the front of the vehicle he was in. He guessed it was a vehicle. The seat at the very front had a wheel in front of it. He walked down the steps and onto a smooth, black surface. It was all so strange. He looked behind him at the vehicle he had just exited. Large and bright yellow with four enormous wheels. Bizarre. There were words painted across the side in black. He was grateful that Liam had continued his reading instruction after his mother passed. “Baptist Children’s Home.” A children’s home. A nice way of saying orphanage. Great. He was apparently in a strange realm, separated from Liam, and in an orphanage.

“Better hurry up,” the woman behind him admonished. “The food will all be gone.”

Food! Well, at least he wouldn’t starve. He could certainly eat before trying to get back home. Even Liam couldn’t argue with that. He saw a strip of white through a small green lawn. A path. It lead up to two large doors. From the doors and windows of the strange looking building poured a bright, glaring light. What type of lanterns did they have in this realm to make light that blinding? As he walked nearer to the doors and the light, he could see the kind of clothes he was wearing. His trousers were made of a stiff, blue material. The shirt he was wearing was thin, but soft, with strange pictures. The pictures were like nothing he had ever seen, but he could read the words “Star Wars.” That was odd. Over the thin shirt, he wore a short coat made of similar fabric as the trousers. He shivered a little as the wind blew. Seems orphans wore coats too thin in any realm.

Walking into the bright room was overwhelming. At first Killian didn’t know where to look. Glittering, paper hearts of red and pink were hanging on almost every surface of the room. Children of various ages were all around the room. Some were talking, some were playing what looked like carnival games, and at one long table children sat with more paper hearts, rubbing them with colored sticks. But what finally arrested Killian’s attention was the table draped in pink and red tablecloths in the dead center of the room. Food! He tried to calm himself as he approached the table, but he had never seen so many confections in his life! His mother used to make them shortcake with strawberries for their birthdays, but this! The table was a rainbow of color he had never seen on food before. Cakes, pastries, cookies, and . . . was that chocolate?! Pirates would raid ships carrying chocolate, vanilla, or cinnamon, but in this realm such things must be as abundant as sea water. Why else would they serve such rich foods to mere orphans?

Killian almost couldn’t decide what to try first when his eyes landed on a large, heart shaped cookie. The last one on its tray. It wasn’t just the enormous size of the cookie; it was the fact that it was completely covered in pink frosting. Killian had never had frosting in his life. He had seen wealthy patrons buy cakes with frosting from bakeries, but had never tasted it. He picked up the large cookie almost reverently, his mouth watering.

“Hey, kid! You ain’t eatin’ that! It’s mine!”

Before Killian knew what was happening an older boy who towered over him had shoved Killian and snatched the cookie from him. Killian clenched his fists as he watched the boy cram the cookie in his mouth. The bully laughed, his gaping mouth filled with pink frosting and mashed cookie. Killian felt the anger rising, and all reason flee. The boy was huge, but so help him . . .

“I can split mine.”

The soft, kind voice stopped Killian in his tracks. Forgetting his rage, he turned around to see a girl, not much younger than him, standing there with a heart shaped cookie extended to him in her small hand. She was dressed in a similar manner to every other child in the room: the blue trousers, the cotton shirt (with a glittery pink heart), the thin jacket, but she may as well have been the only one in the room wearing a ball gown the way Killian’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had seen Liam get tongue tied over girls, but it had never happened to Killian. Until now.

The girl laughed – a wonderful sound. Then she rolled her green eyes and cocked her blonde head. “So ya want the cookie or what?”

Oh, she was a tough lass. He could tell already. Speak, you idiot! Killian thought to himself, but all he could do was nod.

The girl carefully broke the cookie in two, handing half to Killian. Killian ate his half slowly, relishing every sweet bite. It was almost sickening it was so sweet. Almost. Then he shyly licked his lips and his fingers, watching the little girl. She laughed again.

“Didn’t get many sweets at your last home, huh?” She said. “Same here. My last place it was nothing but bologna sandwiches. That I had to make myself, of course. Guy spent all the state’s money on beer. My name’s Emma Swan. What’s yours?”

He hadn’t understood half of what she said. But he had sense enough to remember what Liam had told him about ladies. Whether a duchess or a slave, you should always be a gentleman when greeting a lady. So Killian took Emma’s hand, bowed over it and said, “Killian Jones, m’lady.”

Emma giggled. “You talk funny!” Killian’s face fell until she said, huge smile on her face, “But I like it!” Then he was elated. This Swan girl would be the death of him.

“You must be new,” she continued. “Is the cut why you’re here?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand . . . “

“This home, you don’t stay long. It’s for emergencies. You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Emma rolled up her sleeve and showed Killian her wrist. On it was a scar, puckered and red. “Bologna and beer guy. From his cigarette.” She shrugged like it was no big deal, but he saw a little wetness in her eyes.

Killian gently patted his cheek. “Glass of rum,” he told Emma with a smile, “he threw it at my head.”

She smiled back and he just stood there stupidly. “I’m nine,” he finally said, “how old are you?”

“Seven,” she answered, then abruptly grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s do something! The craft table is lame, totally for babies. But they’ve got some good games.”

Emma dragged him to a table with little darts laid across it. On the wall behind the table was a dartboard surrounded by shelves of stuffed toys. Emma picked up a dart and showed it to Killian.

“Suction cup darts. Don’t want to give the screwed up orphans real ones,” then she laughed. Seven and already cynical. Yeah, Killian could relate.

She leaned closer to him to whisper in his ear, and he thought his heart might pound right out of his chest. “I want the duck. Think I can do it?”

“I think you could do anything,” he whispered back. And he meant it.

He watched as Emma picked up a dart and concentrated on the board, her tongue sticking adorably out of the corner of her mouth. The first dart didn’t even make it to the board, and the second dart hit two circles from the edge. Emma blew out her breath and narrowed her eyes as she threw the third dart. Close, but no bullseye. Emma sighed.

“Sorry kid, you only get three tries,” said the volunteer.

“Figures,” Emma grumbled.

“I’ll give it a try,” Killian said. The volunteer gave him his three darts. Killian tried to ignore the fact that Emma was watching him, but it was bloody hard to ignore her. His first throw hit the edge of the board and bounced off crazily. He breathed in deeply on his second. He had to win that duck for Emma! His second dart hit on the very edge of the bullseye and he heard Emma cheer beside him. He narrowed his eyes and concentrated on the bullseye, tossed the dart and …

“We have a winner!” exclaimed the volunteer. “Now, what would you like, little boy?”

Killian didn’t hesitate. “The duck.”

Killian thought it was obvious that he had played for Emma, but when he turned to her and placed the duck in her hands, her mouth dropped open.

“You won this for me?” she whispered, hugging the duck to her chest.

“Of course I did,” Killian said with a shrug. Why wouldn’t he? He cleared his throat, suddenly self-conscious. He scratched behind his ear. “I mean, you did share your cookie.”

Suddenly Emma was grabbing his hand and dragging him along. Again. Not that he minded. He would follow this angel anywhere. The two of them slipped out of a side door and then down a dark hallway. Emma stopped in front of a heavy oak door.

“We’re not supposed to be here,” Emma whispered conspiratorially. “You just got here, so you haven’t come to the Bible lessons yet, huh.”

“Bible lessons?” Killian asked, once again confused.

“Yeah,” Emma whispered back. “They’re not so bad. They read you a story, you make a lame craft, play a game. There’s cookies and juice. That’s the best part.”

The only thing Killian really understood was the part about cookies and juice. Food was certainly easy to come by in this realm.

“I mean, it’s the deal with this place. Bible lessons every Wednesday afternoon. But they take us places. I’m hoping I’m still here next week. We’re going to the movies. I’ve never been.”

Once again, Killian had no idea what Emma was talking about. “So what’s behind the door?” Kilian asked.

“Oh, right,” Emma laughed. “The first Wednesday I came here, I had to go to the bathroom. And on my way back to class, I saw colored light shining through the little window here in this door. I was curious, so I snuck in. And . . . it’s sort of my special place. I wanted to show it to you.”

Emma was the one who seemed shy now, chewing on her bottom lip. Killian smiled at her,” I would be honored to see it, Swan.” Emma giggled, and somehow he knew he was “talking funny” again.

Emma pushed open the heavy door and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Then she silently motioned for Killian to follow her. When he followed Emma into the room, he gasped. This must be a cathedral! he thought. Each side of the massive room was lined with exquisite stained glass windows. The room was dark, but the moonlight poured through the colorful windows, spilling colored light onto the carpeted floors. “I see why this is your special place,” he breathed.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” Emma agreed, “but I have a special spot. Come on.”

And she was pulling him along again. Did Emma Swan ever slow down? Killian didn’t think so. She stopped at the end of a pew and plopped down on the carpeted floor, her back against the wood. She yanked Killian’s hand to sit down next to her. Just a foot in front of them was a beautiful scene in stained glass. It was a man (the same man who seemed to be in a lot of the glass pictures) seated on a rock, surrounded by children. The man’s face seemed gentle and kind, and the children looked at him with smiles on their faces. One little boy sat on his lap, and he had placed his hand on a little girl’s head. At the bottom of the window, in the stained glass, were the words, “Let the little children come unto me.”

“Who is that man?” Killian asked.

“Jesus,” Emma answered. “You’ll hear a lot about him in this place, trust me.”

“Is he a god of this realm?”

More giggling from Emma. “Realm? Yeah, they say he’s god.”

“So you worship this god?” Killian asked, trying to understand fully why this was her special place.

“No,” Emma sighed, “I mean, I don’t really know what to think about him. But the first night I came in here, we had just heard this story. Jesus was really important, so they tried to send the kids away, they thought he was too busy. But Jesus said the kids could come and actually told the grown-ups they ought to be more like the kids.”

“Really?” Killian asked, surprised. Liam was always telling him to grow up.

“Yeah, I know. And then I saw this window, and I don’t know, it’s just – the Bible teacher said Jesus meant that kids believe stuff real easy.” Emma pulled her knees up to her chest. “But I’m only seven, and it’s getting harder and harder to believe in stuff, you know?”

Killian thought of his mother. I believe in everything. What had happened to the little boy who would echo those words back to her? Killian sighed, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“And in this home, they keep going on and on about how Jesus cares for the orphans. And I want to believe that someone cares – anyone – but it’s just so hard. So when I come in here and look at this window, I imagine those children are orphans. And for one moment, I don’t know. I feel . . . I feel . . .”

“Hope?” Killian supplied.

Emma looked at him and smiled. “Yeah.” Then she took Killian completely by surprise and rested her head on his shoulder. They both gazed up at the window for a while in silence, and then he heard Emma softly snoring. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, and suddenly felt very, very tired . . .

************************************

“Killian! Killian, wake up!”

Suddenly, Killian felt someone shaking him. He felt damp wood beneath him and smelled salty air. He groaned. His head felt full of cotton and his limbs felt heavy.

“Killian,” Liam spoke urgently, “we fell asleep, and now you’re burning up. I’ve got to get you back to bed.”

Liam began yanking Killian to his feet, and Killian didn’t like it. Not one bit. “Swan?” he asked. He was on his feet now. Liam tried to pick Killian up, but he wasn’t strong enough. Killian swayed and leaned into his brother.

“I don’t know what you’re babbling about, little brother, now walk.”

“The – the swan. With golden hair. She was a little angel.”

Liam chuckled. “You’re fever is definitely back. You’re hallucinating. Besides, you said girls were a nuisance.”

“Not this one,” Killian mumbled as Liam helped him below and then into his hammock. “Bloody brilliant she was. Amazing.”

But Liam was right, his fever was back. Killian spent two more days in a feverish fog, and when he woke up he assumed the blonde angel and her strange realm had all been a dream. And as hundreds of years ground away at his heart and mind, even the dream faded almost into oblivion.

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Killian and Emma knew that the other parents of Storybrooke were probably rolling their eyes at the idea of taking an 8 month old to a Valentine’s Day party. Although none of them should have been surprised. As orphans, they had missed out on so much. They were determined to give their little girl everything they had missed out on. Children’s events at the public library were one of them.

Belle had always been a natural at running the library, but after becoming a mother she took it to a whole other level. She convinced Regina to approve the addition of a children’s wing, and she kept said wing abuzz with activity. Storytime, laptime, babytime, summer reading programs, and countless special events were a welcome improvement over research to defeat monsters and secret war councils. In the peace that had descended on Storybrooke, the Jones family were Belle’s number one customers. They brought baby Elsa to babytime every Wednesday morning, alternating weeks. Belle had tried not to chuckle the first time Killian brought her. Elsa couldn’t even hold her head up yet, so when they sang the song about riding a pony to town, Killian couldn’t bounce her on his knee like he was supposed to. So really, was a Valentine’s Day party that crazy of an idea?

Granted, Elsa drooled, babbled, and squealed her way through storytime about two rabbits who try to outdo each other with declarations of love. Emma had basically done the craft for her after Elsa tried to eat the glue stick. And now Killian was trying to figure out how to balance a plate of food with his good hand while holding Elsa in his other arm. He was trying to grab Emma’s attention across the room where she was talking to Snow, but with no luck. Suddenly, Elsa made a grab for Killian’s plate, taking a heart shaped frosted cookie into both her chubby hands. She squished the cooked delightedly and then tried to cram the confection into her mouth with both fists.

“Oy, little pirate lass!” Killian pouted. “That was your Papa’s cookie!”

Killian heard a chuckle behind him. He turned to see Emma, holding another cookie out to him.

“Wanna split mine?”

And suddenly, just like that, they both remembered. They both gasped.

“It was you!” Emma exclaimed first.

“I thought it was a dream.”

“I thought you were an imaginary friend,” Emma laughed. She stepped forward and drew her thumb across the scar on his cheek. “Rum, huh? Figures.”

Killian grinned. His hands were full, so he gestured with his head to her wrist. “So that’s why you got the tattoo?”

“Yeah,” Emma said while rubbing her wrist, “the scar never did go away.”

They just stood there staring into one another’s eyes, both their hearts breaking for the little lost girl and the little lost boy.

“But how?” Emma asked, shaking her head.

“I don’t know,” Killian shrugged. “All I know is, I fell asleep asking the man in the moon a question. And the next thing I knew . . .”

“Seriously?” Emma rolled her eyes. “The man in the moon? What did you ask him?”

“If anyone would ever see me the way my mother did.”

Emma cocked her head to one side. “Mmhm, and how did she see you?”

“A boy who could be a hero one day.” Killian’s smile lit up his face as he leaned down to kiss his Swan. But before the kiss could get really good, two chubby hands patted Killian’s cheek, covering him in pink frosting. Killian pulled back, both he and Emma laughing. Emma reached up with a napkin to wipe the frosting out of Killian’s scruff.

“What happened to the duck?” Killian asked. “It didn’t earn a place in your memory box?”

Emma laughed. “You’ll never believe this. Another kid stole it.”

“Stole it?”

"Yeah, the same kid who stole your cookie.”

Killian rolled his eyes. “Figures. We were truly made for each other Swan.” And he bent to kiss her againn.

[someone-elses-star]

The 100 6x11: Ashes to Ashes Personal Narrative

DIRECTED BY BOB MORLEY!!! This is not a drill people! Bob directed this episode! This is the episode we have all been waiting for! Not only is he directing this, but multiple actors have said this is their favorite episode of the season! Also, this is the episode that is rumored to have talking about emotions, sex, etc. At the recent con, Bob also said that Bellamy and Clarke WILL talk about emotions and shit in his episode! ALSO----Echo backstory! I”M SO JAZZED!

I love you Eliza...but couldn’t Bob have introduced this episode? Just for shits and giggles? I don’t blame you, sweetie, I blame the CW.

Ohhhh. Jackson doing medical shit. 

Doctor Jackson? Really?

Madi is totally faking it.

Told ya!

At least Madi has some sense still. Not going for the throat.

Yes, Jackson is one of us!

Shut up you evil Heda! I hate you for hurting poor Madi! 

I knew everyone was going to eventually regret making Madi Heda via the chip!

On another note....her acting is SO awesome!

Yes, use Clarke against her. 

DIRECTED BY BOB MORLEY!!!!!

Aww Clarke is sleeping. Nightmares

Awww Bellamy comforting Clarke!

Bellarke heart eyes!

Awww they are having the talks!

Poor guilty Bellamy!

Ick. She mentioned Echo first. Something tells me that’s not good for us Bellarkers!

I still love you Echo!

Bellamy is so right! Very dangerous!

Octavia! Ready to go!

Praying for a twelve year old psychopath....haha classic Murphy.

Houdini Miller. More Classic Murphy.

Nope....they gonna kill you when it’s done.

What are they going to do to Murphy?

Echo.....oh no!

Yay! Jordan is still alive!

Echo is still keeping secrets for Riker? Hmmm....so she can kill him later for betraying her?

Making Echo into Simone? Gross. Me no likey.

Wow. Murphy making plans with Echo. 

Yes...Russell can sorta see through Murphy. 

Not anymore Russell.

Hmmm....Murphy going out to bring them back?

Ohhh....threatening is love? Not a good idea! Threaten him he can deal with, threaten Emori? Shits going down!

Commercial Break #1 Thoughts: Anybody worried that that is the only Bellarke heart-to-heart we are getting? Bob and the rest of the cast were very vague. But they said talking was going to happen, but sometimes they think one small scene is enough. It is NOT ENOUGH! And still super worried Clarke felt the need to mention Echo so quickly. That does not bode well for us. Love Echo. Can’t wait for her backstory this episode. Still want her to stay alive. Don’t want her and Bellamy together, though. No chemistry. They have chemistry potential since they met back in season 2, but it just never blossomed in my opinion. Anyways. I’m very anti-hate, but I will go down with my ship!

Yay! We are already back!

Octavia defending Gabriel!

That’s what they do to demons. Harsh.

Bellamy is having none of Octavia trying to make amends. 

Queen of Cannibals. Harsher.

Hey...he called her O though! that’s something!

That’s one word for it.....

More talk about the anomaly. We are so not getting any big answers this season though.

Ope! His friends are here!

Oh...Gabriel. Go defend them idiot!

Ohhh....the truth is coming out! 

Are his people actually going to kill him?

Commercial Break #2 Thoughts: So Gabriel was put in Xavier when X was still really young, right? So most of what his sister thought was X was probably him, right? So maybe that bond will carry over when he explains? Honestly, I forget what age they said X was when Gabriel was forced into his mind. Poor guy probably wouldn’t mind dying, though. Just killed the love of his life. His life has been SUPER long! And while he is still curious about the anomaly, he probably wouldn’t say no to death. I know we are only twenty minutes in, but I’m hoping more shit starts to happen. Nothing is really making me go YAY! or OHHH! Did I go into this with too high of expectations? Probs. But I blame the cast and crew who have been raving about this episode. But I’m sure a lot more is going to happen soon....I’m just anxious for it. And still loving that this is Bob’s episode, though! I know he worked super hard for this!

Okay. So Xavier was probably around twenty-ish when he was taken over? Okay.

Layla isn’t wrong...not really. He shouldn’t have lied to his people.

Ope. Bellamy talking about a plan that is not really a plan, but is now his new plan. Interesting.

Of course it’s a good plan. Bellamy said it. Lol

Do not just kill Clarke after we got her back! I will riot! 

Gabriel saved her for now. But for how long?

What the hell did they just put in her?

Is this where we are going to get her flashbacks?

Also...who else would kill for Echo’s hair?

Yes, Riker is torn. 

Well, Riker you are digging your own grave. She really going to kill you now. 

Oh....what a question for a person who used to do just that as a spy!

Gaia is not pleased. 

Miller trying to have a heart to heart with Gaia?

Oh yeah....they were underground together. 

Poor Miller still has guilt! Nice for it to be brought up finally! 

Oh God! Miller don’t die!

He has a plan! Oh my gosh! Criminal Miller coming out! I LOVE THIS! We never get enough Miller!

Commercial Break # 3 Thoughts: So, I’m loving Miller and Gaia teaming up! And more Miller screen time is what I live for! I just hope them sneaking out doesn’t get either of them killed! I’m so worried about what Bob, Eliza, and Richard were saying at the recent con. To expect more deaths and all that. Which we’ve learned over the years, but them saying stuff like that makes me worried about our main characters. Anyone still worried about Clarke being a prisoner again? I am! I know she is a main MAIN character, but I always get anxiety with the shit they’ve put her though this season. On the other hand it would be poor planning if they did kill her off after spending most of the season getting her back. Poor writing, too.

Ohh...radio call echoes. Layla looking like she is going to kill.

Good question Layla.

Good point G.

Believers killing non-believers. Yup Clarke. That’s right.

Is this Clarke trying to convince him to go with her plan?

The early warning system. Clarke has a plan....

Ope. Bringing up Bellamy to convince her. But she stubborn. 

We got this,Gabriel....

Ohhh pretty cave!

Sibling talking and bonding!

yes, lets bring up Diyoza.

So....she is dead? That’s what we are going with?

Oh. Go straight for the heart Octavia! 

Aww...Bellamy is breaking down. 

Now is not the time....BUT I WAS PROMISED TALKS! SO TALK!

Awe....his heart is breaking. 

Say I’m your sister. 

You’re my sister. But you’re not my responsibility. Not anymore.

That’s growth! I’m good with that! 

Commercial Break #4 Thoughts: The Blake siblings talk was much better than Bellarke’s. I’m a little disappointed, but the fact that their talk held so much character growth for both of them is what dreams are made of! On another point, who is worried about Clarke pushing them into danger? I love her confidence and not wanting to kill people like Mount Weather in order to keep her promise to Monty, but.....Bellamy is not going to be happy. And it might risk her people. But maybe it will be less detrimental to her soul? Idk....I think I’m over-analyzing this. Commercials really kill me. I think too hard.

So...Echo is nightblood now? Interesting....

Oh...Echo backstory is coming out!

Echo is going to kill his ass. Maybe after we get backstory. But still is going to kill his ass.

Baby Echo! What a cutie!

Ope. Evil Queen!

Killing at that young of age? Wow. That’s so Ice Nation. 

Hesitation is death. 

Oh No.....What is she going to do to punish Echo’s weakness?

Kill her friend? I knew it!

Damn. Ice Nation really did create killers. Poor baby Echo and her unnamed friend!

Wait.....Echo stabbed by friend? I’m confused.....

Does that mean the unnamed friend is actually Echo? Maybe she took her name to honor her?

Ope. There it is. We’ve all been duped! What was her name before? I’m so curious.

Oh....it’s Ash......I didn’t hear that part. I was too distracted. Ashes to Ashes. Love it! Do you think Bellamy knows that story?

Oh.....Gaia and Miller to the rescue! 

And now they know she is nightblood now. Wonder how that might effect the story line.

And now Riker is dead. We knew that was going to happen. Don’t back stab an ex-spy. They will not be forgiving.

Commercial Break #5 Thoughts: So that flashback was awesome. And they didn’t even technically lie to us when they said in the cast page that that one young actress was Echo. Because she was. We have just always assumed we knew things we didn’t actually know. And I’m loving that he name is Ash and that is part of the meaning behind the episode title! 

That was short commercial. YAY!

And Bellamy is now in on the new plan.

No innocent people die. 

Clarke is sacrificing herself. Very Clarke move.

What would Monty do?

IF we can spare innocent lives. We should.

Ope. Who’s outside?

Here come the Sanctum guards. Is Murphy with them? Probs.

And there he is! Savior Murphy.....or....not? What will he choose?

And Clarke’s plan is now a go!

Clarke is so good at playing Josephine.

And Echo is brought up again to Bellamy. 

And Murphy is not going to be trusted by Clarke. Probs for the best.

For Monty! Love the new motto!

No shit, Layla!

Russel is convinced so easily. He’s about as good of a father as Abby is a mother. They both suck identifying their real kids.

Resurrect her in who indeed?

Clarke don’t give yourself away with Madi!

Poor Madi is being manipulated. 

And Clarke is breaking at seeing her poor baby struggle.

She doesn’t even know yet what Madi is going through!

And that was the end? Really?

Was anyone else a little...disappointed overall?

At least no one died?

[manchestereyes]

silver and gold

summary: At twelve years old, all Phil wants is someone who really gets him. That and a chance to go to Manchester without his mum and dad for once.

Little does he know, the best things in life are right around the corner. Phil just has to be patient.

rating: G

word count: 4040

tags: birthday, loneliness, social anxiety, internalized homophobia, friendship, fluff

to @cutie-with-booty for the frgtfl friends&dickmates secret santa--or, I guess you could call it secret valentine's at this point lol

happy (very very) late holidays, sana! i know i'm not super active but it's been so nice being in a gc with you these last few months! i hope you're having a fantastic day today and that you enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it! ❤❤

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Phil may not have had many birthdays in his life so far. But he’s had enough to know they shouldn’t feel this...empty.

Maybe it’s a sign he’s growing up. Twelve is a big year, after all. Unfortunately, it’s turning out to be a lot weirder than he thought--and way, waymore confusing than any other time in his life.

“Oi, Dish!” A shout erupts from the pack in front of him, pulling Phil from his head just a little. Judging by how loud it is, it must be Mark, the tall sandy-haired jokester of the group. “Give you a hundred pound to lick the wheel!”

“Hell no mate, I’m not getting my tongue stuck on there! Haven’t you ever seen A Christmas Story?”

A roar of laughter breaks out from his friends and Phil does his best to join in. Yet it’s hollow and distant even to his own ears.

“God, you guys are such children,” Madeline sighs, smoothing out a piece of golden blonde hair and reminding Phil of his mum with a slight pang in his chest. “You know what I think is even better? Having your first kiss on the wheel! I mean, you can see all of Manchester from up there!”

Her best friend Lucy starts nudging her then, sunlight dancing off their perfectly shiny hair as both girls glance around the group. Something unpleasant worms its way into Phil’s chest and stays there, even as Anya falls back to join him.

“Shit, Phil, I’m sorry about them,” she says quietly, rearranging her dark fringe across her forehead with a black-gloved hand. “I was hoping Mark would be able to tone down his idiocy for your actual birthday but I guess that’s not even a setting on him. Unfortunately.” She scoffs and Phil smirks a little.

A sharp wind cuts in, making Phil shiver as he pulls his coat sleeves over his hands and rubs his mittened palms together. Why does his birthday have to be so cold anyway?

“Hey, it’s fine,” he assures her, praying he’s added enough cheeriness to his voice yet still terrified that it might sound weird anyway. “I mean, I was the one who wanted to invite them all, yeah? Maybe that ‘cool by association’ thing can still happen, you never know!”

Anya just looks at him sideways, her plaid jacket collar fluttering in the wind. Phil’s insides squirm all over the place but thankfully, she doesn’t question it.

“Yeah. I just really wish Maddie would shut up about the whole kissing thing, you know? Not all of us can get that perfect fairytale ending, no matter how much we want it.” Her tone may be grouchy but there’s a hint of forbidden longing underneath it, something that Phil could maybe understand if he reached back into the most secret part of his brain.

But that’s a part he refuses to admit exists, even to himself, so for now the distant ring of familiarity just feels uncomfortable.

In his efforts to ignore it, Phil does his best to shove the events of the latest Buffy episode to the forefront of his mind. The grin that usually accompanies any thought of his favorite show doesn’t come, though.

Instead, the dark hole in his chest only opens wider, making Phil feel miles away from his friends even though he’s only a couple steps behind.

Not for the first time, Phil wishes he had someone, anyone who understood just what the show means to him and could appreciate everything as much as he does. Sure it’s nice that he and his dad can enjoy it together, but not when his dad constantly teases Phil about only watching it for Sarah Michelle Gellar.

Yeah, she’s the title character and kicks ass and okay maybe she is quite pretty….but the show is so much more than that. Anyone who follows the plot can see.

Phil doesn’t even notice they’ve reached the wheel until everyone’s stopped and started huddling together in pairs of twos and threes. From the corner of his eye, he notices a head of golden hair slinking its way to the back, accompanied by the nudges of her pink-jacketed friend.

Thankfully Ian swoops in just then, resting his arm atop Phil’s shoulder and grinning widely as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“I call dibs on the birthday boy!” Ian shouts, earning a momentary glare from Madeline. The others pay little attention. He and Phil are like brothers after all, everyone knows that.

“Figured I’d save you from a lifetime of awkwardness,” he mutters soft enough for only Phil to hear, tugging his hat lower over his ears.

Right now, he and Anya are the only ones who know Phil doesn’t see Madeline the way most of the guys in his class do. They don’t know, however, that Phil doesn’t see any girl at school that way--when asked last month if there was anyone he did like, he’d brushed it off, joking that none of the girls in Rawtenstall could compare to Buffy.

Of course he felt like shit for saying that. Everyone at school was quite nice and Phil could probably see how some of the girls were pretty if he really thought about it, but….

He’s just a late bloomer. That’s all it is. He’d totally kiss a girl if she asked, Phil’s just too shy to do the asking.

It may not be Phil’s first time on the wheel but it is his first time without one or both of his parents beside him and that’s got to count for something. Sat beside his two closest friends, Phil can feel bits of his discomfort flaking off and drifting across the sky, leaving him lighter than he’s been all day as the wheel glides up, up, up and up.

The chilly Manchester afternoon glitters above, beneath, and all around them, filling Phil with an overwhelming sense of possibility. He may be only twelve but with the entire city sprawled before him, he feels like he really can do anything, be anyone he wants to be. It fills his heart like nothing ever has before, and Phil longs for someone really special to share this feeling with.

In that moment, he makes a promise to himself: if he ever meets someone special, he has to take her (no--them) on this wheel, so they can see the city through Phil’s eyes. There’s just something about that infinite possibility that Phil’s only ever felt here.

Phil does his best to join in on Ian and Anya’s teasing jabs at their other friends but the whole time, his mind is somewhere else. It doesn’t return even when he reaches the ground and someone suggests hitting up the Arndale, the massive shopping centre looming just down the way.

“Okay, but we can’t go anywhere near the food market!” Phil shouts, a couple seconds too late after Ian’s relayed the plans to him. “That’s where my mum and dad are gonna be.”

A flash of embarrassment rises in his chest. Why Martyn can go to the city on his own and Phil can’t is still a fresh wound. They’re practically the same person! At least his parents aren’t following them around like watch dogs but still.

“Awwww but Phil, I love your mum!” Madeline crows. “We could still say hi just to check in, don’t you think?”

Even Ian rolls his eyes at that one. “Ya know what, screw Arndale. We’ve got the whole city centre to ourselves, we should explore it!”

Phil bites his lip. He hates being the bad guy but…. “Wait, we don’t wanna get lost, though,” he cuts in, hating the way his voice shakes just a little.

“Oh, we’ll be fine!” Ian waves his hand, cool as can be. “We won’t go far and I can get us back here, no worries!”

“So whaddya say, birthday boy?” Mark raises his eyebrows and suddenly Phil feels backed into a corner.

“I mean….yeah sure, why not?” Phil shrugs against his better judgment. There’s a sinking feeling in his gut but he does his best to push it aside with a light laugh.

Everyone ends up following Ian away from the wheel, around the shopping centre, and down the street. The familiarity of the area helps to ease Phil’s nerves, if only a bit. It would be a lot nicer if the sky wasn’t so grey, though.

They’re barely past the Arndale when Lucy shouts “Ooooh! Oooh guys, there’s a huge Primark right there, let’s go in! Pleaaaseee?”

“Ugh, Primark’s a girl store,” Ian argues, nudging his arm against Phil’s. “And besides, it’s Phil’s birthday. This should be his choice.”

Phil’s friends all turn to face him and once again, his coat feels far too warm with all this heat rising in his face. The girls stand with their arms crossed, shooting daggers at him--all except Anya anyway, who’s standing solidly beside Ian and Riley, Phil’s “nerdy” friends.

Phil bites his lip. It is his birthday and goodness knows it’s been hard enough. He deserves better than clothes shopping, doesn’t he?

He takes a deep breath and cold air stings his lungs. “Yeah, let’s keep going,” Phil says. “I’m sure we can find somewhere everyone can agree on, come on!”

Or at least, he hopes so anyway.

Why does everyone have to be so different these days?

It’s weird. On the one hand, Phil misses the simplicity of being a kid but at the same time, he’s dying for the freedom of adulthood and the chance to finally break away from his parents’ tight leash.

He loves his mum and dad, of course. They’re there when Phil needs them and are usually more than happy to give him the things he wants. Yet they still won’t let him go to Manchester without supervision, just because Martyn nearly got lost when he was thirteen. So what??

Phil’s been downtown way more than his brother has….or so he thinks, anyway. He may be terrible at directions but he’s got his friends with him! And having Ian, Anya, Mark, Riley, Dish, Maddie, and Lucy is way better than going alone, or even with just Ian and Anya. But nooooo, Phil has to wait a whole two more years.

So far, being twelve seems to involve a whole lot of waiting. That and friends who pay more attention to each other than to you.

Maybe it was a mistake bringing such a big group here. It’s too easy to get swallowed up by the crowd, lost in your own thoughts, shopfronts passing by him but barely registering until….

“Oh my god.” Phil shuffles a few steps backwards then stops in his tracks.

Staring at him from the window, blending so well with the displays of comics around her that Phil nearly misses her, is none other than Sarah Michelle Gellar in all her (two dimensional) Buffy glory. And she’s got a price tag of 30 pounds.

For a moment, it feels like all the air’s been sucked from Phil’s lungs.

No. There’s no way places can just...sell things like this! Phil’s only ever seen them in displays.

There’s no way she can be that cheap either. Phil’s parents gave him fifty quid to spend today, more than enough for lunch and anything cool that he may find. Phil was planning to use the money on a Playstation game, but this...

A tingly feeling rushes through him, sprouting goosebumps all down his arms. And in that instant, Phil just knows. He needs that cardboard cutout.

“Yo Lester, what’s the holdup?” Mark calls from the back of the group. Phil shakes his head quickly.

“We’re going in here. I found something I wanna buy. Come on, guys!” Phil waves everyone over. Maddie and Lucy, however, remain planted on the corner, arms crossed.

“I know it’s your birthday and all, Phil,” Lucy says, “but we’re not going in that nerd store.”

“There’s a beauty place right around the corner that we just passed, though,” Maddie pipes up. “We could poke around in there while you guys are doing your...nerd things.” From the way the words fall from her lips, like smelly socks tossed onto a laundry pile, you’d think the comic shop was run by a bunch of drug addicts.

Phil sighs. He hates bringing this up, hates how babyish it makes him sound but… “Sorry guys, my parents said we all have to stick together, remember? I don’t think it’ll take that long. I know what I want already.”

“Yeah, I think we all do,” tiny Riley laughs, but not in a mean way. “And I don’t blame you one bit,” he adds in a mutter, almost as an afterthought.

“Come on Phillll,” Maddie pleads, “if it’s really not gonna take you guys that long, you can meet us in there. It’s right around the corner. You guys can’t possibly get lost unless you really are that dumb.”

Phil can feel his stomach filling with rocks, his chest growing tighter with each passing second until Mark pushes his way to the door. With a good four to five centimeters on most of them, he slices through with a boldness Phil could only wish to possess.

“Sorry Mads but I’m not going in that girl store, We all know Phil, it’s really not gonna take that long. Come on.” And he pushes inside, jingling a tiny bell as he enters the warmth of the shop.

“It’s not a girl store, it’s a beauty salon,” Maddie mutters but she and Lucy follow him in anyway. The heaviness slowly begins to leave Phil as he joins them, along with the rest of their friends, and is welcomed by shelves and shelves of comic books, board games, and a blast of heat.

He sheds his hat and mittens instantly, taking the time to glance around the tiny shop but….where the heck are the other cardboard cutouts? Were they all sold out or something?

A teenage boy pokes his around the till then, retreating back to his open textbook within seconds. Oh! Maybe Phil could….

But then he really catches a glance of the guy, all long and lean with perfectly parted blond hair that looks like it belongs in a magazine. It flops over both sides of his forehead, tiny strands breaking away and just brushing his high cheekbones so flawlessly, Phil can’t quite believe he’s real.

Even his denim jacket elevates him to a level of cool Phil couldn’t imagine ever having and--yeah no. No no no no.

What the hell is this guy doing in such a nerd store anyway? He clearly belongs in an Abercrombie advert. There’s no way Phil can ask him about the cardboard cutouts. He’s way too hot--

Huh, Phil?

The already close walls feel stifling now as Phil tries as hard as he can to shove that thought from his mind and focus on a rack of plastic-covered Batman comics in front of him. But it won’t disappear.

Instead, it’s like a neon sign pulsing at the front of his brain, screaming for all the world to know that Phil likes boys. Or at least, this particular boy anyway.

But surely that’s a lie. Anyone would find this guy attractive. Phil’s just freaking out over nothing again.

(There’s still no way he can talk to him, though.)

“Hey Phil, everything cool?” Anya asks, swatting at his arm and making Phil jump a little. He blinks but she continues on. “I saw that cardboard Buffy in the window too but I don’t know where she could be here.”

Of course Anya knew what had caught Phil’s eye before he ever had to say it. “Oh yeah, I’m fine!” he says, perhaps a little too cheerily. “It’s probably somewhere in the back here, I’m guessing.”

He weaves his way amongst a few bookcases before reaching the back wall, which is covered in….action figures. Not a single life-size Buffy to be seen.

Anya follows close behind. “You sure you don’t wanna ask the guy at the till? I’m sure he’ll know!”

Phil spins around. “No.”

Shit. Was that too forceful?

He hurriedly smooths out his tone. “I mean, I’m sure she’s here somewhere! It’s not like they’d be hiding it if there’s one in the window, yeah?”

Anya stares at him. “Phil, it’s a tiny place. I can see all around the store and she’s definitely not out here. Come on, I’m sure that guy can help us--”

“No,” Phil says again, even more insistently now.

Who cares if it’s weird? He can’t talk to the lad.

“Phil, what--?” Anya’s brows are furrowed in concern but just then Ian ambles over, happy as can be.

“Hey Phil, I looked all over--I mean it wasn’t hard--and I couldn’t find Buffy anywhere. Think we should ask the kid working here?” Harmless though his words may be, they still strike fear in Phil’s heart.

“That’s what I was just saying!” Anya enthuses. “But Phil here is being all shy, I don’t get why, since this lad looks just like all the ones on MTV, nothing specia--ohhhhh. ” Something dawns on her face, turning Phil’s insides to ice.

No. She can’t know. If Anya could get it that fast, what about everyone else at school?

“Its--it’s fine,” Phil cuts in, voice shaking. “I can talk to him, it’s no big--”

Ian gently shoves him forward. “Yeah, I think you’re gonna want to before Maddie and Lucy scare him off,” he mutters, nodding at the girls giggling amongst the bookcases.

Phil takes a cautious step forward, but Anya grabs his arm. “Wait, Phil. So do you--am I right in saying--”

“I...I really don’t know.”

It’s the truth, even if Phil’s entire face burns as bright as his hair as he says it. “His jacket’s just way too intimidating, I think.” Yeah, that’ll work.

“Hey, you know we don’t care, right?” Ian says, softer this time. “He’s an attractive lad, anyone can see that!”

Phil finds himself grinning before he can stop it. “I--I mean, I guess…”

“Personally I don’t see it but hey, what do I know?” Anya shrugs. “Seriously, it’s cool though. We’ll even come up there with you for moral support if you’d like.”

Suddenly, Phil’s birthday feels a whole lot brighter. “Really?”

Anya nods.

“Well alright then. Thanks guys!” And Phil leads the way over to the (yes, admittedly hot) shop assistant, cutting smoothly in front of the giggling girls.

Maybe Phil is a bit too chatty and eager but thankfully, the guy is happy to help all the same. Sure enough, he disappears into the back and a minute later, Phil’s holding a (rather large) Buffy Summers in his arms. Really, they couldn’t have thought to fold her up?

“Enjoy!” the shop assistant, who Phil can now see is called Alex, says as he hands Phil his receipt. “And hey, happy birthday, kid!” He offers Phil a high five and Phil takes it, practically glowing as he and his friends leave the shop.

So yeah. Maybe twelve’s a weird year. Maybe Phil doesn’t quite know where he stands with his friends. Maybe he doesn’t have the independence he dreams of, or much of a sense of who he is yet.

But he actually managed to hold his own in a conversation with an attractive lad. Right now, his world is as wide as the entire Manchester sky, maybe even wider.

That’s a cool feeling on any day, but when it’s on your birthday?

It’s exhilarating.

**

“So, okay okay, I think I finally have my birthday schedule figured out;” Phil kicks his feet out in front of him, nudging the other leg beside him with his toe.

Dan turns to him with a skeptical look and Phil can’t help it, he has to burst out laughing.

“I swear, it’s really done this time! I think.”

Now it’s Dan’s turn to break out his hyena laugh. The pure sweetness of it all courses through Phil, making him shiver under their massive blanket.

Phil goes to swat Dan with his phone but as always, Dan’s one step ahead of him, fingers tight around Phil’s wrist before Phil can even clear the small bit of space between them.

“Anyway,” Phil says once he’s got his phone back in front of his face. “So obviously we’ve got family time from the twenty ninth till the first, and then we can have Bryony over that night.”

Dan nods, and Phil can see the gears turning in his head, can almost hear him puzzling out when he’ll find time to work and think that week. Phil lets it go, however.

“So then Saturday, probably in the afternoon, we could FaceTime Ian and Lauren and little Emily since, you know, there’s not much of a point in going to Manchester again,” Phil says and Dan agrees. “And then we could probably squeeze the Above the Fray party in that night--and of course Marianne’s invited too. And I know it’s a lot of socializing and I’m gonna be exhausted too but ah….a few of my old school friends are coming down and I may have told them that they could join us and our London friends for some drinks Sunday night too?”

Dan shakes his head but he’s grinning widely all the same. “God, this is a whole royal tour we’ve got here, Phil. I’m barely gonna have time to think all week.”

“Good, that’s the point!” Phil bounces on the sofa, clapping a couple times before reaching for Dan’s hands. “I don’t want you thinking too much. You’ve had plenty of time for that this month, more than enough if you ask me. This is your week of not thinking.”

It takes a few seconds but the softness that melts across Dan’s features is the best reward Phil can ask for.

“Thank you, Phil. So which of your old friends are coming? I dunno, it might be cool to see some of them again.”

Phil beams. “Well, just Anya and Mark but I told them they could bring April and Ella since I don’t want them to be alone, you know?”

“Four people? You’re gonna put me in an early grave, mate!”

Phil rolls his eyes, still smiling. “It’ll be good for you, you know. And I happen to know you get on quite well with them too.”

Dan folds his arms across his chest, sighing dramatically. “Fiiineee, I guess. But you owe me at least half of all the leftover cakes.”

“We’ll have to see about that. You know my mum makes a mean red velvet.”

“God, I do.” Dan pauses then says, “You know, I always forget how many friends you still have until your birthday comes around. It’s kinda wild that some of these people have known you for most of your life, you know?”

Phil has to think about that for a moment. Yeah, maybe at one point there was a time he went through everything with those guys. But life takes people down some surprising roads.

Phil happens to like where all his roads have led him, though.

“Hmmm. Maybe so,” he agrees after a few moments. “But you know none of them will ever be as important as you, right?”

Dan may roll his eyes at that but Phil knows his reactions well enough to catch the warmth bursting from the soft peck of his lips.

It’s wild. If nearly thirty two-year-old Phil were to tell twelve, or even twenty two-year-old Phil that he’d find his person when his “real life” was just beginning, he’d never have believed it.

(But maybe a part of him would perk up, entertaining the possibility for a minute before it inevitably got pushed down in favor of reality.)

Of course it doesn’t matter. He’s got that person now. Had him for the last decade, really. And if they can get through all of that together, something inside Phil knows they can conquer the rest of their lives in the same way.

It’s quite a nice change from his teenage loneliness, come to think of it.

[grandmasterofwangxiancultivation]

SV ch.59

i am finally finding a bit of time to sit in front of my pc and read this freaking chpater, you’ve been teasing me, but i’m ready now sovjoirjgw

After a pause, he continued, “Those two people from just then aren’t easy to deal with. Even if Shizun doesn’t want to stay at my place, I still hope that you will not go with them.”

i love when lbh tries to act cool but the only thing his mind thinks about is protect shizun protect shizunifjirjfisdofw

EDIT: sooooooooo... lbh doesn’t know that’s his father? wow okay

EDIT 2: okay okay wait my heart toppled over in, like, five lines!!!! shizun is feeling feelings for lbh that make him wanna help, so he tries, but light goes out and lbh just crashed over him IS THIS A SHOUJO MANGA? lbh you are too much for my little maiden heart to handle

EDIT 3: i’ve been thinking about it and i was rightx that rain was toxic!!! and lbh PROTECTED HIS SHIZUN WITH HIS BODY!!!!! THIS IS MORE THAN LOVE, THIS IS PURE DEVOTION, OMGGGGGGG, NOW SHIZUN’S HEART RESEMBLES THAT OF A MAIDEN, BAAAAAAABE

EDIT 4: 

Shen Qingqiu reached out a hand and touched him. His forehead and cheeks were both scalding hot like he had a fever. But there was no way that the concept of a ‘fever’ would exist in Luo Binghe’s body.

SHIZUN IS TOUCHING IS FACE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

also, A FEVER??? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BABY?

EDIT 5: shizun is touching lbh all over soijvsopkefpowfk

Shen Qingqiu placed a hand behind Luo Binghe’s head and massaged the area that had just knocked against the wall.

“Binghe, can you hear me?”

THIS IS SO SOFT OMG i need them cuddling together snfowjef

EDIT 6: shizun thinking about how many hardships lbh suffered to get there and my heart just warms in front of it ‘cause really, i love lbh so much i can’t even begin to cry, i just hug myself and pray for a lbh in my life-

EDIT 7: SHIZUN FIGHTS AND PROTECT LBH AT THE SAME TIME

*breathes in, breathes out*

i feel like... like he sees him a bit like his disciple again, it makes me feel so freaking emotional omg.

EDIT 8: 

He originally wanted to stuff Luo Binghe inside a different coffin, but he didn’t have time for that anymore. Hugging Luo Binghe tightly, Shen Qingqiu flipped the two of them over and they tumbled simultaneously into a stone coffin.

(I AM SORRY WHAT

THEY ARE LAYING IN A COFFIN TOGETHER?!?!? SQQ IS H U G G I N G LBH GUYS OKAY I NOW IT’S FOR PRACTICAL PURPOSE BUT THEY ARE HUGGINGGGGGGGGG

IS THIS MXTX’S IDEA OF A ROMATIC TIME??? WHAT’S NEXT, A DATE IN A GRAVEYARD?!?!?!? BLESS THIS I AM IN LOVE)

Luo Binghe was on top, Shen Qingqiu on the bottom.

(ptf. as if we needed you to confirm that, shizun-)

EDIT 9:

Shen Qingqiu remained calm, lying on his back. Luo Binghe pressed down on top of him, face-down, his head buried in the hollow of Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder. The heat spread onto Shen Qingqiu’s neck, so hot that it was uncomfortable. Even he felt uncomfortable, so Luo Binghe must naturally be even more uncomfortable.

i mean, i know. okay? i know. they are running away from strange candle-like things and hiding in a coffin and there is no need to get all excited because LBH IS LAYING ON TOP OF SHIZUN OMFG OMG OMG yup, no need whatsoever to become so giddy and happy and laugh like an idiot 

LBH’S HEAD IN THE HOLLOW OF SQQ’S SHOULDER, my head tells me that’s cuddling enough-

EDIT 10: lbh’s mark on his forehead is flashing, i dunno, this make me laugh so much-

EDIT 11: 

He couldn’t free his hand to cover that disastrous mark. He subconsciously turned his head abruptly and pressed his lips against Luo Binghe’s bright and clean forehead.

It actually looked sort of like he was kissing Luo Binghe’s forehead.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY SQQ’S LIPS TOUCHED LBH, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, IT’S HAPPENING, WHO CARE HOW AND WHY, THAT’S A KISS.... SORT OF... BUT... SDKFJWPOFOPWE 

WHAT IS THIS CHAPTER DOING, SQQ FUMBLING AROUND WITH LBH’S BODY LIKE THIS WITH THE EXCUSE OF HAVING TO RUN AWAY I AM DOOMED

EDIT 12:

As its hand moved lower and lower, Shen Qingqiu grew tenser and tenser. It was about to touch Luo Binghe’s back when Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and extracted his right hand, which had almost gone numb, and pressed down on an area of Luo Binghe’s back that was still fairly intact.

With this push, Luo Binghe’s upper half pressed completely against him. Originally, there was still a small space between them, but now the two of them were basically one person, chest against chest, stomach against stomach.

(OKAY. I AM GONNA FAINT. THERE IS NO AIR OR SPACE BETWEEN THEIR BODIES.

OMG

*breathes irregularly* no, i really wanna see what sqq will tell himself about this. i am very curious.)

The stomach should naturally be the human body’s softest area, but Luo Binghe’s abdomen jabbed terribly hard into Shen Qingqiu’s. The more he pressed down, the more he was convinced that Luo Binghe definitely had an eight pack. It was hard enough to kill someone.

(I AM LAUGHING SO HARD I CAN’T EVEN BREATH, ABS THAT KILL PEOPLE???? ARE YOU GETTING EXCITED ABOUT THOSE ABS, SHIZUN? WHAT A STRANGE THING TO NOTICE AT SUCH A TIME, DON’T YOU THINK.)

EDIT 13:

When Shen Qingqiu saw that it was about to touch Luo Binghe’s calf, he hardened his heart and parted his legs, allowing Luo Binghe’s left leg to land between his.

*SCREAMS SILENTLY*

IS MXTX LISTENING TO MY PRAYERS, MY IMAGINATION OR ANYTHING? IS THIS A GIFT?

LET LBH WAKE UP.

LET HIM WAKE UP RIGHT NOW I AM BEGGING EVERY GOD IN THE UNIVERSE FOR THIS

EDIT 14:

Their position right now was truly too unseemly. If someone poked their head over and saw them, they would think that Shen Qingqiu was someone burning with desire for sure, holding onto Luo Binghe firmly without any intention of letting go like he was doing all he could to squeeze him into his embrace.

how is it that you don’t sound so troubled by it, shizun-

EDIT 15: there it is, another demon character ready to have tea with the main one. this uncomfy/calm atmosphere in the worst situations is one of the things i love the most about mxtx’s novels

EDIT 16: who did you say is on the brink of death from serios illness. who. I DARE YOU TO REPEAT IT, BUT BEFORE THAT JUST WAKE LBH UP AND SHOW US EVERYTHING IS FINE OMG

EDIT 17:

The Dream Demon rambled, “Serves this brat right. In the past five years, he wastes his energy summoning the soul all day long and recklessly slaughters his own creations in his dreamscape at night. I’ve long since instructed him that doing so would be the same thing as destroying his own primordial spirit. Sooner or later, this day would come. In order to preserve your flesh Seed body during these past few days, he wasted his spiritual energy, and that demon sword was just waiting for an opportunity to revolt. What’s more, he forcefully broke into the Holy Mausoleum, and faced off directly against the most gifted descendant that the demon race has seen for generations.”

Shen Qingqiu gripped Xiu Ya sword so tightly that it hurt. He looked back at Luo Binghe, who was lying unconscious in the coffin, and said, “… Elder has no way of awakening him either?”

I AM CRYING LBH WENT THROUGH SO MUCH FOR HIS SHIZUN AND I AM SO HAPPY THAT SHIZUN IS HEARING ABOUT THIS RN I HOPE THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND IMPROVE THE WAY SHIZUN SEES LBH 

MY BABE, LOOK WHAT HE DID JUST TO BE WITH HIS SHIZUN AGAIN OSJFOPWKFW

EDIT 18:

Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes and sighed. “But right now, besides me, his Shizun, who else can protect━or should I say, will protect Luo Binghe?”

(BESIDE ME, HIS SHIZUN, HUYS I SWEAR MY HEART JUST BURST OUT OF MY CHEST AND WENT TO THE HIGHTEST SKYSCRAPER IN THE WORLD TO JUMP DOWN BECAUSE THAT’LL ACTUALLY HURT LESS THAN THIS -and it hurts so good omg-)

Chaotic emotions came thick and fast. Shen Qingqiu’s thoughts were in turmoil, but he was very clear about one thing: no matter what, he couldn’t leave Luo Binghe to die here.

The Dream Demon said coldly, “After so many years, you’re finally willing to acknowledge once more that this brat is your disciple and that you are his Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu: “It has indeed been a very long time.”

(IT FEELS LIKE I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR THIS I CANNOT EVEN EXPLAIN I AM SOBBING SO HARD)

He was still waiting for the Dream Demon to continue ridiculing him mysteriously, but that old man suddenly gave a sigh. He said, “If this brat could wake up and hear what you just said, I wonder how happy he would be.”

(EVEN HIS MASTER-DEMON KNOWS!!! this is truly perfect)

EDIT 19:

Shen Qingqiu’s face was full of black lines. What did he mean, “if he could wake up”? This kind of uncertain-about-life-or-death tone just made him even more uneasy, okay!

look at sqq being scared and fearing for his cutie’s health. 

like- who told you to do this to my heart? who?

EDIT 20:

The Dream Demon’s anger suddenly surged up, and he shouted loudly, “I’m clearly this brat’s Shifu, how many things have I taught him?! Ah?! The ability to know everything under the sky, the method to control people’s hearts! But he refuses to call me Shifu; all he ever says is ‘Elder,’ ‘Elder’! You’re just some average cultivator that taught him a few superficial fighting moves and one or two coarse mental cultivation methods, yet he chases after you crying and calling for Shizun! It’s infuriating!”

YES YES YES GIVE US MORE PROOF OF LBH’S DEVOTION, LET SHIZUN HEAR, THIS IS TOO GOOD, TOO BEAUTIFUL, THIS IS ALL WE NEED AND MORE AOJFSPOAèAPFJK

EDIT 21:

He was about to fight back when the Dream Demon started to walk back and forth across the coffin, hands behind his back, saying with agitation, “If I had secretly eliminated you back then in the dreamscape, this kind of incident wouldn’t have happened today. This brat was originally a talent with great prospects ahead of him, but the moment he met you he became this good-for-nothing that only makes people angry. He stubbornly continues to put on an act in front of you too, pretending not to feel anything! If it were up to me, he should either just kill you or do you. Putting up such a fuss, wavering in between━it really makes someone mad when they see it!!”

I LOVE MASTER-DEMON EVERY SENTENCE MORE. THANK YOU. ‘cause if it weren’t for scenes like this, sqq would just conveniently keep to ignore the truth, which is a big N O P E. 

lbh loves his shizun so much, that he stubbornly continues to put on an act in front of you too, pretending not to feel anything totally killed me and i don’t know if i’ll have the strength to read the rest of this novel without crying and wanting to hug lbh and just push these two together PLS-

EDIT 22:

Thank heavens, that bothersome old Dream Demon spirit finally agreed to let him go. Shen Qingqiu was about to sit up in a single movement when his right leg suddenly seemed to brush against something that poked stiffly into his inner thigh.

(NO. YES YES YES YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME OMG-)

Shen Qingqiu thought it was a sword hilt at first and absent-mindedly stretched out a hand to go push it aside. He had just touched it when the System’s announcement suddenly exploded:

【YOOOOOOO~~Cool points +1000┏(┏^q^)┓~ Congratulations for obtaining the achievement “Physical Relationship Development”!!!】

(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH SHIZUN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, HOW HARD MUST LBH BE FOR YOU TO EXCHANGE THAT FOR THE HILT OF A SWORD I AM DYING HELP I CAN’T FEEL MY LUNGS FUNCTIONING CORRECTLY ANYMORE-)

EDIT 23: HE CALLED IT SKY PILLAR I CAN FEEL DEATH DESCEND UPON ME MY LUNGS STOPPED WORKING

also, he doesn’t know what to do and if he should help or just leave everything as if he didn’t notice it and you’re telling me I NEED TO WAIT NEXT CHAPTER TO FIND OUT!?!?!?!??!?

[ivarswickedqueen]

First of all congratulations for your 1000 followers!!! 🎉🎉 You deserve it! Secondly I would like to request numbers 1 & 35 from the promt list with my cutie pie Hvitserk!! It is so kind and sweet of you to celebrate it like this, we apreciate your effort! Last thing, I have two questions for this prompt thing: Do you write Marco or Alex separately or just the two of them together? and Could the same person request in more than one occasion? Because I have some ideas 😉 Thanks for your time😘❤️

This one was requested by @93generation. She requested Hvitserk, but changed her mind later and wanted this drabble with Marco :) Hope you will like this. And sorry that it took me so long ♥ 

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You cameback home from work and you were looking forward to spending the rest of theday with your boyfriend Marco. It was your last chance to spend some time with him.Marco will have to go back to Dublin tomorrow to start shooting new episodes ofVikings. He was so excited about it, but on the other hand sad, because youcouldn’t go with him. You will visit each other, text or talk over the phone,but it won’t be enough. You will miss him terribly. So you planned to spendevery single minute of this day with him.“Hey, babe,” you called, but hedidn’t answer. You frowned and stepped inside your living room. You groanedwhen you saw what he’s doing. He was sitting on the couch and studying hislines. “Really, babe? This is our last day andyou are studying your own lines?” you whined and he finally looked at youand gave you a tired smile. “I am sorry, Y/N, but I need to learn mylines, I’m starting early in the morning and I told you that Hirst is superangry when we don’t know our lines, it’s unprofessional,” he explained andyou pouted. “You can learn it tomorrow on the plane,”you suggested and tried to peek into the papers. He quickly hid them behind hisback. “Hey, no spoilers for you, young lady,”he scolded you. “Youare mean,” you pouted and he smiled at you. “I know what’s the best for you, babe!”he smirked and gulped when you straddled his lap. “And I know what’s the best for you,Marco,” you purred into his ear and bit it playfully. “Not now, babe,” he protested, buthis hands were already on your waist. “Please, Marco, I need you,” youwhispered into his ear and rocked your hips against his growing cock. “Stop it, babe. We really can’t do thisright now,” he moaned out.“You say no, but your body says yes, mylove,” you smirked and crashed your lips against his, kissing him urgently.He kissed you back immediately, he was about to take off your shirt when youwere interrupted by the doorbell. “Ignore it,do you like it when I touch you like that?” you said when you brokethe kiss and trailed small, slow kisses down his jaw, chin and the nape of hisneck, your fingers followed your mouth.“Yes I do, but I can’t ignore it, Y/N. That’s what I was tryingto tell you the whole time. That’s Alex, he promised to help me study mylines. They are in Old Norse and I am struggling with them,” he said andavoided your pissed off look. “Really Marco, this is our last eveningand you invited Alex?” you were really pissed. You liked Alex, he was yourfriend, but you wanted to spend this evening with your boyfriend, not with hisbest friend. You got up from the couch and opened the door for Alex. “Hi, beautiful,” he said with brightsmile, but you just growled something back and let him in. “Margo, is waiting for you, have fun youtwo, I will be in the kitchen,” you said grumpily and left speechless Alexstanding in the middle of the living room.“What’s wrong with her?” Alex asked,he wasn’t used to see you like this. You even mocked him for the way how hespelled Marco’s name. “She is pissed because this is our lastday together and I have to study my lines,” Marco explained and quicklycovered his lap with fluffy pillow.  “Oh man, that sucks, but hey, I can gohome. We can read your lines tomorrow before the shooting,” Alex suggestedand you bit your lip in anticipation. “No, you know me, I am not able tofunction properly in the morning, I need to learn it now,” Marco saidstubbornly and you groaned quietly. You didn’t remember the last time when youwere so angry at him. You suddenly got an idea. Alex was sitting in your bigarmchair, he was facing Marco and he had the kitchen behind his back, so hecouldn’t see you. Marco on the other hand had a perfect view on the stove and thekitchen counter. You smirked evilly to yourself. You made sure that Marco couldperfectly see you and started taking off your shirt slowly. He didn’t notice itfirst, but your movement caught his attention. He shook his head slightly totell you to stop, but you ignored him. You tossed your shirt across the roomand hooked your fingers at the waistband of your pants. You took them offslowly and kicked them somewhere in the kitchen. Marco was sweating slightly. “Hey dude, it’s your turn, are you evenlistening to me?” Alex scolded him, and he stopped looking at you for asecond. “Sorry man, I got lost in my thoughts for a second,” Marco apologized to hisfriend and said his line in Old Norse. The sound of the foreign language madeyou hot and bothered. You slid your hand into your panties and started rubbingyour clit slowly. Marco finished his line and made a huge mistake. He lookedinto the kitchen again, even though he promised to himself, that he won’t doit. When he saw you standing there with your hand down your panties, he lostit.“Stop it,” he snapped and Alex lookedat him in surprise. “What?? Are you OK, man?” Alex asked,worried about his friend, he looked like if he had fever. “Sorry, man. I need something to drink,do you want something? Beer, Pepsi, something else?” “Beer would be fine,” Alex said andwatched his friend with worried expression. Marco marched into the kitchen andpushed you against the kitchen corner. “What are you doing?” he hissedquietly. “Preparing myself for the lonely nightswithout you, babe,” you sassed and continued playing with your clit, youmoaned quietly and you could see that he had a hard time controlling yourself. “Justlet me finish this and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least threetimes!” he promised to you and walked back to the living room. Theystarted practicing again and you kept playing your little show. Your bra andpanties followed your shirt and pants and you were standing completely naked inyour kitchen, praying to god for Alex to not turn around. You pinched yournipples couple times, making them hard; you sat on the kitchen counter andspread your legs, giving Marco a full view on your pussy. That was the moment whenMarco had enough. He tossed the papers on the table and quickly told Alex, thathe didn’t feel well, and they should finish it in the morning on the plane.Alex was so confused that he forgot to say goodbye to you. Marco closed thedoor behind his best friend and stormed into the kitchen. “Since when are you so needy?” heasked you and watched your fingers disappearing in your tight pussy. “Since my boyfriend is about to leave mefor the next 3 months,” you pouted and moaned his name, when your fingers foundyour G-spot. “You are such a bad girl, teasing me likethis. And in front of my best friend,” he growled and watched youpleasuring yourself. “Did you like my little show?” youasked him and kept hitting your G-spot, bringing yourself closer to yourrelease. “Yes, I did, but you have to be punishedfor that, love! You can’t do things like this to me without being punished!”he smirked and waited for the moment when you were close to your orgasm. Marcostopped you and tossed you over his shoulder and brought you to your bedroom.He tossed you on the bed and quickly got rid of his clothes. You gave him asatisfied smirk, when you saw that he was already hard, you saw his pre-cumdripping from the tip of his cock and you licked your lips. He took your headin his hands and kissed you deeply, his tongue was exploring your mouth andthen the skin on your neck and chest slowly, like if he wanted to remember yourtaste and every inch of your body. You giggled when his stubble scraped overthe silky skin on your breasts. You giggles turned into throaty moans, when hestarted teasing your nipples. He swirled his tongue around one while his handplayed with the other one. “Marco,” you moaned his namewhen he sucked your nipple into his warm mouth.“I love you so much, babe,” you saidand urged him on by digging your fingers into his muscled arm and arching yourback just a little.“I love you too, Y/N,” he said whenhe moved to your other breast. You felt that he could make you cum just bylicking and sucking your breasts. He and Hvitserk had one thing in common, theyknew, how to use their mouths. He stopped devouring your chest and moved downyour body. He gently kissed your inner thighs his stubble scratched your skindeliciously. “You are so beautiful,” he praisedyou and placed a soft kiss on your clit. You whined and spread your legs widerfor him. He nestled between your legs and spread your pussy lips for him. Helicked you from the bottom to the top, but avoided your clit on purpose.“Stop teasing me, Marco!��� youprotested but he ignored you. He kept licking you slowly, occasionally flickinghis tongue over your sensitive clit. “Marco, please,” you begged him, andhe finally sucked your clit into his mouth. You clutched the bed sheets in yourhands, moaning his name loudly, encouraging him to start sucking you harder. Heslipped two fingers inside your dripping cunt and you started rolling your hipsagainst his hand. “Stay still,” he commanded but yourbody was moving on its own will. He bit your clit, because you disobey him. “Marcooo!” you shouted, because heslammed his fingers deeper into you at the same time when he bit your clitagain.“Fuck babe, you will make me cum so hard.I won’t forget this for long weeks!” you hummed and pinched your nipples.Marco smirked and curled up his fingers. Your loud moans told him, that hefound your G-spot. He kept hitting it and your moans were louder and louder.Your walls started clenching around his fingers and your body was ready to letit go, when he stopped and pulled his fingers out of you.“Why did you stop? You promised me tomake me cum at least three times” you whined angrily.“Oh yeah, my love, but I said that youhave to let me finish my study session with Alex. But you were too greedy andruined that for me. So I will tease you the whole night and maybe, maybe, Iwill let you cum in the morning,” he smirked devilishly and made you suckhis fingers, tasting yourself on them. “Come on Marco, you can’t do this to me,you love me, right babe?” you tried to seduce him, but he already made hisdecision. He played with your body for hours, bringing you close to your orgasmmany times, but he always stopped when you were about to cum. You weresquirming underneath him, cursing, begging, moaning, sweating, but he had nomercy on you and your body. He finally decided that you had enough and enteredyou slowly with his throbbing cock. You sighed happily when he filled you up,your legs wrapped around his hips tightly, in case that he would try to withdrawagain. But it wasn’t his intention this time. He was slamming his cock in andout of your body, kissing you slowly, savoring your taste, caressing your bodywith his fingers, trying to remember every curve of your gorgeous body. Yournails were scratching his back, your hips were moving along with his and witheach stroke he filled you further, burying himself deeper and deeper insideyou. You felt your orgasm coming and this time he didn’t stop and pushed youover the edge with his fingers which began rubbing your clit. You came hard,screaming his name; he followed you soon, filling you up with his seed.He hugged you and pulled you closer to his body. You relaxed in his arms, butyou started crying after few minutes.“What’s wrong Y/N. Why are you crying?”Marco asked, scared by the change in your behavior. “I am just sad, that you will leave metomorrow,” you managed to say between sobs. “Don’t cry, my love, I am going to visityou as much as possible,” he promised you.“And you can take a vacation from workand come to visit me. I will have more free time this season,” he winked atyou and kissed your temple lovingly.“Why?? Something will happen to Hvitserk?”you asked and looked at him. “No, but the show is focusing more onIvar now, so I will have more free time. And should I be jealous aboutHvitserk? You appear to be quite attached to this guy,” he teased you. “Oh yeah, you should be, he is veryhandsome man,” you laughed and kissed him lovingly.“We will make this work, love. Don’tworry,” he assured you and pulled you back into his arms. You slowly fellasleep, calmer than the night before.

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[huangfilms]

Barista!Johnny

summary: i come to this cafe often and by often i mean pretty much everyday and i know all the workers except for you cause youre new and oh youre really handsome

requested by: @sofiafabulousphan (thank u love!!)

(A/N) in all honesty,,, i dont really know how johnny would b as a barista but lets see!!! also!!! thank u so much for requesting this!!! i hope this is what youve asked for and im s o r r y if it isnt as good as youd like it to be!! but anyway !! pls send some feedback and i hope you enjoy! thank you for waiting patiently!!  (also excuse my summary I Don’t Even Know Anymore) (ps, she wasn’t edited)

hm hm hm hm

where to start Ladies,,, idk where to start!! okay anyway

so you always go into this Specific cafe

like all times of the day, every day

but not twice in one day u kno???

and so u obvi know all of the workers if you go there All Of The Time

and one day you walk in while getting out your wallet

and when u look up ur all like: That’s Not Ten

but its this guy,, a really tall one too,,, and hes--

hes pretty cute--

and then without any thought you blurt out, ‘are you a new worker?’

and then u snap your mouth shut because,,,, LMAO  SIS

but all he does is greet you with a smile and he shyly says yes,,, omg uwu

ad then hes just like ‘what can i get you?’ and hes s o cheery omg its adorable skfdskdjf

barista!johnny?? more like abby uwus her way through this headcannon

and so you just say your order and hes just smiling the whole time and at one point he looks up at you and then he turns red and then he asks for a name

and you say, OH right its y/n

and he just says ‘pretty name for a pretty person’

speechless is what u are LMAOOO

and hes just casually entering your order in like he didnt j u s t say that 

‘your total is $3.97 please’ 

you just like come back to reality cause you were still speechless

and so u give him like a $5 dollar bill or whatever and tell him to keep the change and then u leave

u sit down and u Think About That for a lil

okay but johnny would be the kind of person to bring your drink to you if the customer sat down cause he doesnt want to inconvenience them

LIKE HE DOESNT WANT THEM TO STAND UP AND THEN SIT AGAIN A WHOLE SWEETHEART

so he brings your drink to you and then you get startled Cause That Has Never Happened Before

and ur just— wow i Love This Song Cafe

and so you hang around for a bit and ogle the cutie barista and u text ur bestie like: AYO B!!! I JUST MET THE CUTEST BIH EVER !!!

and you’re just tapping rapidly on your phone johnny is just questioning and wondering if you’re okay HAHAHA

then u feel that its time to go and hope that tomorrow u see him again

u see him sooner than you thought you would

cause you go out after you’ve left the cafe and it’s like what,,,, 10 PM???

and you see johnny in your apartment complex

and he lives in the same floor as you,,,

and you know this cause u arrived on the floor as he was unlocking his apartment

u kno what u did? you mf ZOOTED 

ur pretty sure he didnt see you but he did

and so you wait like five seconds and before you go to your home

anyway!! you go into ur home and ur Surprised cause wow,,, the cute new barista lives a few doors away from you,,, wtf,,,,,

and u just sleep on it cause youre Too Tired u have morning classes s o

time skip to the next day!! you wake up bright and early ready to get ur coffee fix

so you just get ready and youre dreading the day caus e your bed??? comf y

when you leave your apartment, coincidentally johnny does too!! your heart !! soaring because he remembers your name!!!

‘oh y/n! i didnt know you lived here!!’ and hes just his happy self and youre wondering how he can be this happy this early in the morning

and you can’t talk,,,,,u just can’t for some reason so u just awkwardly wave at him

and then when you d o speak its like five minutes after u guys just starring at each other

‘are you headed to work? cause im on my way there to get some coffee and was wondering if you wanted to walk together?’ AND U INTERNALLY SCREAM CAUSE

where did that come from big OOF

johnny doesnt mind,,, hes just smiling and he nods at you and he gestures for you to leave first

and so u guys are in the elevator and you guys talk amongst urselves

while walking to the cafe you guys are just chatting away and laughing and getting to know each other

you guys arrive at the place and johnny opens the door for you GENTLEMAN I AM T E L L I N G YOU

and he changes quickly so he can input your order since he r emembers

and this time you wanted a cute lil mug so u can just hang around for a while

and when johnny calls you up,,, it has a heart drawn in there!! cute??? wtfdfhlsak

johnny really out here being such a cutie 👏🏼

so time skip !! few months

u and johnny always leave ur apartments at the same time and u guys walk to the cafe

he ALWAYS draws the heart in ur coffee

and you guys become : SO CLOSE LIKE U GUYS ARE BASICALLY ATTACHED AT THE HIP

people r always saying and asking if u guys are a thing and ur always blush cause PFfTTt no???

we r just friends ok sweetie keep telling urself that!

theyre always telling you ‘do u see how he looks at u!!! ur so lucky to have a mans like that!!’ and ur stuttering like

o-oh no!! we r jJUstTtT FRIENDS— but its too late to change their judgement cause they lef t

LMAOOO

and so u start to wonder if johnny likes u like that cause honestly??? u like him like that

whats there not to like???????? a whole Man

but u dont wanna tell him that cause it will probably!! ruin ur friendship!!!

CAUSE WHAT IF HE DONT LIKE U LIKE THAT!! sis just ask him and Go Home

so u keep to urself but u act normal cause ignoring him would succ so u dont do that

and the rest of the day youre in calss, you just think about johnny and your feelings that u caught

googles: how to uncatch feelings

anyway 

johnny notices that you’ve been acting just a tad bit weird, like you’re always nervous or something which u r ahhahdhsjd

and then he questions u abt it during his break when u visit after classes

‘me?? actin g weird??? hahahdhjsjs’

and johnny is just skeptical but he has a surprise for u so he doesn’t pry or anything

‘well ok,,, but if you aren’t busy, you wanna go to the park with me tonight?’

‘UhHHhH sure! what time??’

‘i’ll meet you back at your apartment at 6 tonight!! bye y/n!’

and ur just like haha what happened??

but you wave him goodbye and then go home cause it’s like 4:30

and u just chill for a bit and then decide you should get ready

when its 6, johnny knocks right as the clock turns and you get Nervous

but you suck it up and then open the door!!! and there he is!! why is he so cute uwu

so then you both walk to the park and when you arrive he tells u to close ur eyes

and then u just freeze cause Why Tho

but u do it anyway cause!! it’s johnny ur bestie so u don’t really question it

you can feel his hands go to your waist to guide you and you just Blush Tomato Red and pray that he can’t see u

he does but he doesnt say anything

and when you tells you to open your eyes

you see all of these fairy lights and little paper hearts all hung up on this Big Tree

where did u get the outlet johnny this place is like in the middle of the park

and ur sqeualing because!! this for you??????

and you look at him and he’s so Shy wow cu te i--

johnny just says that he likes u a lot but he’s noticed you acting a little weird so he just says that if u don’t like him that way then its fine and that he understands and then goes into this long rant--

but then u kiss his cheek and then he shuts up

‘i like you too, johnny, i think i have for a while now’

and you’re both grinning and johnny whips out this picnic basket from behind the tree and you guys are just star gazing

and when it’s time to go home, you guys are just giggling the whole time and holding hands

this is So Soft i feel So Soft

and so next day!! you guys leave ur apartments at the same time again

and johnny is just grinning at you and you have the Hugest smile on your face

and you guys walk hand in hand to the cafe

when you two walk in, ten is shouting ’Freaking Finally!!! im pretty sure everyone was sick of watching u two pine’

johnny draws not one, but TWO hearts in ur coffee!!

and life is good

johnny: a whole Man give him love

send him love everyone

but anyway!! end!!! 

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[skylarmoon71]

Sakurai Ryou (Kuroko no Basuke) Oneshot

"Hey Sakurai, gimme some." Aomine reached into the bento, grabbing a couple more of the sausages.

"Damn it, you should have made more."

Aomine grumbled with his mouth full. Sakurai lowered his head with an apology.

"G-Gomenesai!" The rest of the team just watched with unimpressed smiles. They were already used to the dark skinned male's behavior. He just kept dipping his hand into the bowl, only stopping when he heard the hurried tapping of feet. His head turned at the noise.

"YOU LAZY BASTARD MAKE YOU OWN FOOD!!" 

Aomine wasn't given a chance to duck the kick that came right at his face. His body flew through the sky, knocking into the wall on the other side of the court. You dusted your skirt, watching his twitching form on the floor. The remainder of the team averted their gazes in fear that they would meet the same faith. Sakurai was sitting on the side trembling. You stood in front of him with folded arms. "What did I tell you about getting pushed around by that idiot."

"GOMENESAI!!!!!"

Letting out a heavy sigh, you sat next to him with a blush. "Don't worry about it Sakurai-san. You really need to learn to stand up for yourself." Sakurai looked down, about to apologize again.

"Gomenesai.." he muttered. You looked at him smiling softly.

"Guess I'll just have to keep looking out for you then." He raised his head, flushing at the cute expression on your face.

"How is she able to turn into a demon and an angel in just seconds. " Wakamatsu whispered.

"(L/N)-san is quite fond of Sakurai." Imayoshi spoke. You turned at the statement with a deadly smile, causing a chill to run up their spines.

"It's Vice President to you!!"

"H-HAI!!!"

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"I wonder sometimes how you guys are so good when you mess around so much. "

"A-Aoimine-san isn't that bad." Sakurai was such a cutie. Even after he constantly stole his food he still defended him. "You have to be firm or people are going to walk all over you. Aoimine is an idiot but he looks out for you. Your entire team does. But they won't be there forever. You've got to be your own protector. "

Your relationship with Sakurai had always been a friendly one. Being a part of the student council, you were usually the one called on when ruckus broke out in certain areas. As a student you were dedicated to keeping the order, and that's how you met Sakurai. He was apologizing for knocking into a sophomore who tried to pick a fight. After handling the situation, you came to realize that Sakurai was a special case and he needed someone to watch over him. So you placed that job upon yourself.

But by constantly hanging around, were you really doing him any good. You glanced over at him. He was fiddling with the papers on your desk. You reached over the chair, taking the papers from his hands. He flinched, looking your way right at that moment and you froze, staring at him. His brown eyes were wide, and you found your gaze lingering to his lips. As quickly as it happened you pulled back, stuttering. 

"I-I'll get us snacks!" you rushed out the room, and Sakurai just sat there when he heard the door slam loudly. His eyes lowered in defeat. "I'm nothing but a coward." He should have known there was no way he could hope to stand next to you. You were always glistening like the sun. He was merely an inferior star.

Unimportant.

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"It's so hot today~" you looked over at your friend, she was sitting at the window fanning herself. Classes ended a while ago. The only people who were still here had to be other sports clubs practising. "You can turn in today, I've got it from here." There wasn't much left to do. You just needed to sort out the worksheets for your class tomorrow and finish up cleaning duty. Her eyes sparkled.

"Do you mean it!" you nod with a smile. "It's not a problem, I can handle it." she gave you a quick hug, sprinting out the room. "I owe you one (L/N)-san!!!!" you shook your head stacking the papers. You slipped a paper clip on, placing it neatly on the desk. Your gaze shifted when you saw the curtains swaying at the open window. You walked over, taking the cloth in your hands to shut the window. Looking out, you caught a glimpse of some of the basketballers apparently making laps outside.

Your eyes settled on the head of brown hair. He looked so focused, and you found that you couldn't look away. As they jogged passed, time all but slowed down. Chocolate orbs locked with yours for a fleeting second, and in that moment, there was no one but the both of you. 

Your fingers tightened in the material of the curtain, and your heart picked up considerably. You forced yourself to avert your eyes, shutting the window quickly. Your back turned away from the glass, and you prayed that they were gone, because you couldn't get your pulse to slow down. More and more it seemed to be happening. It was getting difficult to pretend you didn't want more than just friendship.

"If this keeps up he'll surely find out."

You couldn't risk that. Right now things were good, and you didn't want to lose that, or him. So you settled. Being with him was enough. It would have to be.

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"You really need to stop being so easy on them (Y/N)-chan, you look exhausted. "

"I'm fine Momoi-san!" you sent her a thumbs up, but your eyes were baggy and your hair was sticking out crazily. Momoi sweatdropped. "You look like a zombie." sighing, you rolled your shoulders, walking through the school entrance. Truthfully, you weren't tired from overwork, you just had a hard time sleeping yesterday because of your rolling thoughts.

"I'll be fine. I promise to take it easy this week." Momoi just gave you a little smile. "You're so cool (Y/N)-chan, I bet you have a ton of guys chasing after you. "

"A ton huh.." you mumbled.

"I only want one though."

If only.

"V-Vice President come quick!" a student yelling out to you had your head raising in record time.

"What's the matter?" The urgency in her eyes really worried you.

"T-There was an incident in the classroom. One of the upperclassmen brought some firecrackers because of the festival into class. S-Sakurai-san tried to stop them from messing around but one of them went off. H-He's in the infirmary."

Your heart dropped.

"V-Vice President?"

The second time she said your name is when you registered that you hadn't moved. It was then that you took off. Dropping your bag, you were sprinting through the halls now, panting heavily. When you turned a corner, you skidded, almost crashing into a few students. You gritted your teeth, using the wall to push off as you dove into the air, avoiding the collision. When you landed, the students stood there in surprise, unsure of what really happened. You didn't stick around, because you were almost to the infirmary.

Bounding up the stairs, your eyes wavered, coming to another turn. You could see the door to the infirmary, and you realized the closer you got, the slower your feet moved. When you were standing in front of the door, you came to a complete stop. 

Your hand was shaking as you reached out for the door knob. You opened it hesitantly, and as you stepped in you saw Sakurai. Your eyes watered, because he was lying down on the bed with gauze wrapped around his forehead. His eyes were closed, and you could only assume that the severity of the injury left him unconscious. "Ryou.." with quivering lips you rushed to the side of his bed. You were standing over him, wiping at your eyes. "B-Baka! Why would you try to stop them?"

"Because I could." you blinked in shock when his eyes opened slowly. He looked up at you, slowly sitting up in his bed. "(Y/N)-chan cares a lot about her job, so if I can help, then I will. " For the first time you couldn't see a hint of uncertainty as he spoke. "I-I thought you were really hurt!" you yelled.

"It was just a small wound, the sparks barely touched me." he pointed to the bandages. "Aiomine-san said I looked pretty cool with it, do you think so (Y/N)-chan?" you really wanted to smack him for being so reckless, but the cuteness of his expression made you cave. "You really do look cool." Sakurai was still watching you, and when he took your wrist softly, your cheeks colored.

"You were crying because of me, gomenasai." you waved it off.

"I-I wasn't crying, t-there was just dust in my eyes." It was a poor excuse, the best you could come up with at the time. When he tugged your hand, you stumbled forward, right into his lap with a soft yelp. The lack of distance did nothing for your racing heart. "W-What are you doing!"

Your hand pressed into the sheets to sit up and move away. But his hand settled on your cheek, and every fiber in your body halted. 

"R-Ryou.."

Something flashed in his eyes, and you swallowed a gasp when he closed the space, pressing his gently to your own. You were as stiff as a board. Probably not breathing anymore. Your fingers gripped fistfuls of the sheets, and you blinked a few times. 

Still barely processing the warmth of his lips. It took you a full minute to actually respond, and when you did, you pushed him down unto the bed. Sakurai took you with him, his arms keeping you pressed to his form. His hand shifted, going up your back and into your hair.

The entire experience was so unreal. Sakurai was the last person you expected to ever be this bold. When it was becoming difficult to breathe, you pulled back, but that didn't stop Sakurai. His hand moved your hair to the side, giving your neck a soft kiss. You whimpered, closing your eyes as you grabbed unto the front of his shirt.

"I won't apologize this time, because it's (Y/N)-chan's fault I'm this way.." he whispered those words, and his voice sounded nothing like the innocent teen you knew. He kept peppering kisses along your neck, down to your collarbone. You couldn't bring yourself to stop him, because who knew when you'd get the chance to see this side of him again. A little squeak escaped you when he suddenly switched positions, you were now at the bottom, and the quick turn knocked the blanket right off the bed. You looked up, and your mind returned to earth.

"S-Sakurai-san!" His gaze was low. "Hai, (Y/N)-chan?" you gulped.

"W-We need to stop. S-Someone m-might walk in."

"I don't want to stop."

"Sweet Kami."

"(Y/N)-chan doesn't want me to either." Of course he was right. But you had a reputation to uphold. What would students think if they found out their Vice President was making out with a boy in the infirmary.

"Y-You need to rest, y-you're head must still be-" you tried to get up, but he pinned your arms at either side of your head. Sometimes you forgot he played basketball. Skaurai was a lot stronger than he looked. "R-Ryou!!" you sounded like a teacher scolding their student. A small smile graced his face. "You're really cute when you get bossy (Y/N)-chan." you were blushing every shade of red possible.

"W-What the hell happened to my adorably shy Sakurai!!" 

Maybe the injury really did affect him. He was acting completely out of character. "Let me up!" you demanded. He lowered his body and your breath hitched. 

"Make me." you whined, closing your eyes. There was no way you could fight against him. He was now nibbling against your skin, and with every gentle brush of his teeth you could feel your heart stagger. You were trying your hardest not to make a sound, which was nearly impossible with the way he was pleasantly marking your skin. With each mark, he'd give a little kiss to ease the bruise. When he was finally done, your hands fell at your sides, no longer able to fight.

You didn't want to honestly. Sakurai's eyes were hooded, and the way he studied you, like you were prey he was ready to devour. You had no idea Sakurai was capable of having this sort of power over you. "You're mine (Y/N)-chan.." when he started leaning in again, you closed your eyes, anticipating his lips. "Yours..." truthfully, you'd always belonged to Sakurai.

You could see that now. There would never be anyone else. When his breath brushed your lips, you sighed, just as he was about to close the distance, you felt his weight now covering your body. Your eyes popped open in surprise, and you stared when you heard the soft sounds of his snores.

"N-NANI!!!"

Did he really just fall asleep. At such a moment too.

You flushed with a soft groan.

"So he was concussed after all. No wonder he was acting so different. "

It would probably take another century to see that side of Sakurai again. You smiled, running your hand through his soft hair.

"(Y/N)-chan..." he was muttering in his sleep.

"Kawaii.."

At least now you knew how he felt about you. Everything else would fall into place.

[chimcharstar]

I ASK EVERYTHING FROM ANGEL TO WOBBLY

COMING RIGHT UP

♡ cute asks ♡

angel; do you have a nickname?

G!

awe; how old are you?

21

baby; favorite color?

purple

bloop; spirit animal?

i know what youre trying to do bug

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

my favourite movie today is always be my maybe. do yourself a favor and watch keanu reeves act his heart out

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

lucky, a little white tiger. i still have her.

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

maybe my mom making me tea or something. ow ow nostalgia

bright; mermaids or fairies?

fairies

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

YEAH

buttercup; showers or baths?

showers

butterfly; dream destination?

maybe ... the countryside, but one i havent been to before?

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

yes, very. while feeling at war with it all the time cause of the gay angst. but lbr. i prayed for some coffee and i got some. i also pray when some real shit is happening. its just my nature. i have a very strong intuition when im not panicking. TOO BAD MY PARENTS DISHED OUT TONS OF SPIRITUAL ABUSE I CANT REALLY HEAL FROM

calm; favorite scent?

this candle that has vanilla in it. i like the smell of vanilla because it smells sweet and im like. !!!! kindness!!!

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

i dreamed my siblings were all bickering and blaming each other endlessly and saying cruel things, and i was trying to tell them to stop but my voice was hoarse and no one could hear me. the voice part makes more sense when you consider i lost my voice talking lots at the Job and ive been Way too worried about it and its also a Passing thing

charming; have you ever been in love?

yes... overrated

cozy; eye/hair color?

red hair green eyes

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

the afternoon when i can take a walk with some coffee and music or, faceplant on my bed and fall asleep on the spot and then wake up feeling very well napped

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

i really like bonsais. or ... whatever type of bonsai i keep buying. they grow fast so you can notice their progress, they can survive bad mental health weeks, and you can shape them, they kind of grow with you

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

i .... forget a lot. i forget these kinds of things. i hope it doesnt mean it didnt matter to me. i remember being really lonely on my last birthday and pretending not to be and then crying to my diary that no one is allowed to read

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

any bonsai, any jacket, thats my soul. or my phone lol

cutsie; what makes you happy?

people saying small nice things

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

just the other day when i was starting to play stardew valley again and i had some tea i think... 

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

i want to have been Known as more than just shy and polite

daylight; favorite album of all time?

idk of all time, but say you will by fleetwood mac FUCKS, i will destroy my ears on public transit with that

dear; zodiac sign?

sagittarius

delightful; concerts or museums?

?????? N/A unfortunately

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

yes, i have written all sorts of letters, not snail mail but yknow... that is my jam. i have used it for good and evil

dobby; dream job?

writer of , books or screenplays or something

doll; how do you like to dress?

behold my array of gay jackets. hoods... gay layers... with some flowers. i have some shit with flowers on it. an old man complimented me on a train once. because im amazing

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

my roommates say theres a ghost dude downstairs but ive never seen him. not really actually.

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

no, and ive thought about a tattoo but im like... i cant imagine picking a decoration and then being satisfied with it for the rest of my life, and being so... open like that, i change my mind and worry too much...

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

yes bitch. theres water on mars im sitting here patiently

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

the demigirl reading this

fairy; do you have a pet?

no :(

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

mountain... no ocean.. im feeling ocean

forever; where do you feel time stop?

i havent felt like that in a looong time. maybe this one place with streams, when its raining really heavily and everythings Gushing

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

i have kept... 5 bonsais alive for a while.

garden; how many languages do you know?

one. with some rocky french that makes me ACTUALLY want to learn french, and then frustratingly be on the brink of speaking french

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

i cant find the name right now but they make this pixel art and put sentences that are kinda so gentle and pining... i love it

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

homemade coffee in a messy kitchen with some sun coming in, youre kind of sleepy

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

yes!!! i wanna talk!!!!!

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

ok... i know how to be Respectful, im a strong person, im good with self-expression, i like my voice... AND IM CUTE

heart; silk or lace?

silk

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

coffee, so much sugar and a bit of scream.

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

BIRD WATCHING. because watching people can get awkward real fast, and birds dont give a fuck. birds are fat little boys jumpin around. they dont worry about their jobs. i respect that. 

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

Harmonious People Noises. i dont actually listen to sounds going to sleep when maybe i should. because of how i grew up im fine listening to music or people playing instruments falling asleep, even with the light on

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

that part of autumn where its colourful and not too cold not too hot, and sun everywhere

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

i do stuff like take walks and do a few errands and water plants... and just chill and enjoy not having pressing stuff to do. 

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

i am a serious giggler but i recently got a booming laugh, or it sounds like that to me

kinky; do you blush easily?

no. apparently not. but sometimes i feel my face heat up and then im really, really counting on it that that doesnt mean im blushing because its at the worst possible times to blush

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

SOULMATE... SOMEONE I DONT HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE TO...

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

i feel like i already answered this but ill pick a different time. evening is nice because im a night owl and i focus better and i can relax and do whatever

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

fleetwood mac and bLAST it on public transit

love; what is your favorite season and why?

autumn, because pretty, haloween

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

i dont know about macaron but that cookie dough ice cream is some good

magic; what are five flaws you have?

overthinking, clinging to comfort zone, procrastinating, isolating, either i dont stand up for myself or i do it too harshly

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

they all sound so lovely im feeling warm neutrals rn

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

emotional labour, similar energy level

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

I JUST WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH SOMEONE and there has to be food

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

doing THIS... all my free time... is basically by myself

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

you dont have to be useful to be valuable. you deserve love just because you exist, and even if you feel strongly that everything sucks, that could be your comfort zone talking. im having a mental health week

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

cook. id bake but then i eat stuff that doesnt make my stomach as happy

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

oh its GORGEOUS. i have been practising my handwriting in my Diary for Months.

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

yes, piano mostly... ive been feeling Urges to play guitar lately that have surprised me

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

doing something restful/mentally restoring like taking a break or talking calming things to myself

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

LOVE THAT ZUCCHINI...F RY THAT BITCH WITH GARLIC AND ONION...

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

i have not read a book

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

realizing im trans

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

ill think of a nice one, moving away from my parents, theres been so much healing

shine; art or music?

MUSIC

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

yes

smitten; do you collect anything?

bonsais?? 

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

one

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

chocolate, any,

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

phone camera, ithas all these cool filters and things it can do, it says my plants are food

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

occasionally. its mostly the black tourmaline bracelet

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

sunset, that is the beautifulest

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

with headphones. i just ... maybe this is a growing up thing but i cant imagine Taking Up Space playing my music out loud... then other people can judge my music choice... theyd Know things about me... 

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

save ums. i have this answer ready to go. that is because after five i stopped having a tv

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

my rooooooommmmmmmmmm my BED

soothe; digital or vinyl?

digital? what is this about?

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

my sister. she always says i never hang out but ... she doesnt seem interested in things i actually like... she tries and she cares but...

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

loyal, honest

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

practical, i just cant focus on aesthetic because then i get way too picky with eeeverything

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

NO, unless i am on tumblr where there are no Laws. or it depends on how easy the person is to talk to.

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

yes, yes but NOT RIGHT NOW, i think kids are really Good, theyre simple and honest

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

i look up to the Bosses at my work, i mean they seem like they try really hard and do a good job and they have to lead everyone else too i respect that

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

the emotional intelligence dial. it is maybe too far. but im realizing that isnt so common.

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

i hope, at least the kind i would want. probably very energetic, with negative or positive stuff

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

another person at work called me by my last name. i find this funny because 1) it sounds funny to just shout 2) why are they all so fascinated with it .... yknow its because they wanted it to see if it was ramsay. did they seriously think. bunch of cooking nerds. is this their new power move.

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

niGHT OWL

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

shapeshifting

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

home, but i would enjoy going out with the right people i think. which has never happened.

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

no

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

tidy

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

yes, and no. my heart is set on being Out in the Nature though. i dont know if i can really really go back to where i grew up. theres so many complicated and painful feelings around it, and im not really welcome. 3

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

yes, i wish on all kinds of stuff all the time