#quick doodles i did while making dinner lol

[ceemi]

he's comfortable

[spencersawkward]

hi i love your writing sm, could u do something w having sex w mgg in his trailer🦋

oh yes i can most definitely do that. i just did a blurb that included something similar but i have a whole other fantasy for this one that i think would be so hot. this is just like filthy smut i might have done a lil too much lol.

summary: reader goes to visit her friend, Matthew, on set. when he catches her doing something dirty in his trailer, he offers to help.

word count: 4.2k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Matthew

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, masturbation, dirty talk, face-sitting, degradation, Cocky Matthew, some semi-exhibitionism.

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my toes curl over the sheets and I let out a dissatisfied groan as I throw the abandoned vibrator onto the side table. ever since flying home from visiting friends in New York, I’ve been absolutely, embarrassingly... horny.

usually, my trusty toy is able to work wonders; this week has been rough, though. maybe it’s something to do with my stress-levels or maybe my body just doesn’t feel like cooperating. it doesn’t help that I have about an hour before I’m scheduled to visit my friend on the set of his show.

I haven’t seen Matthew in almost a year. between his shooting schedule and my own job getting more demanding, spending time together really hasn’t been possible. I miss his laugh and the way our conversations always flow so easily. whenever we hang out, it’s like we pick up right where we left off. and now, as I give up on trying to get one off before seeing him, I start to wonder what to expect. a tour? meeting his castmates?

to be completely honest, I don’t really want to do any of that. I’m sure they’re all very nice people and we’d have a good time, but the last week in the city was so full of group interactions that I’m really hoping to sit across from each other and just... talk.

there’s no point in speculating, though. instead, I glance over at my disappointing toy and sigh. maybe next time.

when I get there, Matthew texts me to wait for him so he can bring me to his trailer. everyone is bustling around, moving according to their own chaotic schedules. a couple golf carts occasionally roll through the space, toting actors and other personnel. it’d be overwhelming for anyone who isn’t used to it.

“Y/N!” Matthew’s voice cuts across the din of the set as he waves. he’s leaning out of the side of a golf cart that he’s driving, which makes me nervous as he pulls up to me. I raise my eyebrows in surprise as he stops the cart and hops out to wrap me in a hug.

he smells good, like expensive cologne and cool air. as he withdraws, he sets his hands on my shoulders and grins at me.

“you look great! how are you?” as usual, he’s talkative. I smile back, though, and take in his appearance. he’s always been handsome, but right now Matthew is looking especially good: the breeze has swept his curls, he’s got on a colorful button-up short-sleeve with parakeets on it, and there’s some stubble growing on his face that’s new. he looks older, more mature.

kind of sexy.

“I’m really well. cool ride you’ve got.” I nod to the golf cart and Matthew laughs.

“you wanna know a secret?” he smirks. I raise my eyebrows and he leans down a little to reach my height. “I’m not supposed to drive that.”

“how’d you get it?” I frown. knowing him, he probably managed to charm his way around the rules, but I’m sure there’s a funny story behind it as well. he’s full of weird anecdotes.

“one of my cast mates distracted the guy who runs the warehouse where they keep them.” he winks, then gestures for me to follow him. I slide into the passenger seat and before I can really process what’s happening, he’s swerving in a wide circle and speeding off.

“I’ve been meaning to call you,” he practically yells over the sound of the motor. “but I know you’ve been busy.”

“yeah, I actually just started writing for this new show.”

“you’re downtown, then?” he glances over with a smile and then we’re slowing to a stop. an enormous trailer sits among rows of other enormous trailers, presumably for his cast mates. he turns off the cart and turns his body to face me while I talk. zeroes in on me in a way that makes my stomach flip.

“for right now, yeah.” I can’t help the smile. it’s been a while since I’ve worked in Los Angeles; I was working as a writer on one of Matthew’s independent films when I got an offer in New York and decided to relocate. and even though it was amazing there, I missed California sunshine and I missed him. we were inseparable before I left.

“so, what I’m hearing is that you’re now legally bound to hang out with me.” he grins in that dazzling way of his. I laugh and nod, climbing out when he does. he opens the trailer door for me. “I have to go back to work in about twenty minutes, but afterwards I wanna take you to dinner.”

“oh, I could have come later. I’m sorry.” I turn to apologize, but he’s quick to wave it off.

“it’s fine. as long as you don’t mind spending an hour in here, it shouldn’t be too torturous.”

I peer around the space, noticing the little ways in which Matthew has made this place his own: aside from all the complimentary gift baskets and notes, the trailer is occupied by strange trinkets that he’s collected, random books and notebooks that scatter the couch and what looks like an attempt at a desk.

“wow.” I say. he sidles up next to me, sighing and realizing that it’s a bit cluttered.

“sorry about the mess. I haven’t really had time to clean up.”

“no, no, I meant ‘wow’ in a good way.” I walk over to the couch and sit down, patting the spot next to me. he smiles, pushes an acting theory book out of the way, and sinks into the cushions a safe distance from me.

“tell me about this job, then.” he immediately starts. I shrug.

“it’s nothing huge, just a teen drama. everyone I work with is brilliant, though.”

“that’s amazing. have you had a chance to work on your art?”

I think back to all the times when Matthew and I would spend free afternoons doing doodle competitions of the crew, usually on random scripts. they were judged by other cast mates, anyone who would take the time to look. I don’t think I was supposed to be on set as much as I was, but it was worth it.

“I wish. my schedule is so busy now, I barely have time to make dinner for myself.” I laugh. he leans back into the corner of the couch, resting his arm on top of the back. I pull one leg beneath me and mirror his actions.

“that’s too bad. I was looking forward to seeing some new stuff.”

“I don’t think any of my co-workers would particularly enjoy the representations I do of them.”

“sour sports.” he says. the strangeness and vehemence of the sentiment makes me snort and I glance at the notebooks around the room.

“how about you? any new masterpieces?”

we go on like this for a while, just catching up and slipping into our inside jokes and memories as if they aren’t from a different time in our lives. although I was excited to see him today, there was a lingering nervousness about it going as planned. sometimes you try to reconnect and the spark is just... gone. but Matthew is still Matthew, and I’m still me.

he ends up leaving to go shoot sooner than I can believe, time passing quickly, and tells me to feel free to read any of his books or look through his sketchbooks. he never hides anything, and it’s admirable.

once he’s gone, I settle onto the couch with a used Ray Bradbury anthology that I found beneath a bag of sour candies and start to read.

my mind wanders, however, as I try to concentrate on the page. I think about how Matthew looks now, how the stubble makes his jaw even more defined. those wide, hazel eyes that always seem to glitter with enthusiasm. I don’t know if I’m still frustrated from the unsuccessful session with my vibrator earlier, but the thoughts begin to turn over in my mind and mingle with other ones.

there were moments with him that I remember, quiet ones where we’d be about to say goodnight or moments where he’d fall asleep on my shoulder in my apartment, where I’d look at him and consider the possibility. we get on so well, and he’s arguably one of my best friends. distance hasn’t changed that. there are things I would tell him that I haven’t told my other friends.

and when he’d brush against my skin, or grab my arm to get my attention, and my imagination would run wild. heated kisses and closed doors. finding the way to my bed in the dark, his hands on my waist while he crawls on top of me. things that never happened but that I imagined as if they were real memories seared into my mind.

and now, sitting in this trailer with this book and on this couch that smells like him, those feelings return like something lost, then found: rushing, feverish, overpowering. the images come in a flux, his weight on top of mine and his teeth dragging over my tits. on this couch, that’s all I want.

there’s a blush on my cheeks as I drop the book on the floor and undo the button on my pants. it won’t take me long; I can feel how wet I’m getting and I haven’t even thought that much about it. the pent-up excitement from earlier will overtake my senses. he said I have an hour, and this might take ten minutes tops.

as my fingertips brush over my panties, I close my eyes and imagine they’re his. curious, gentle, teasing before reaching below the waistband and cupping me. I whimper, starting to trace over the wet folds of my entrance with an eager hand. it feels good, right, and the heat of my body tells me that this time, it’ll work. my head is full of thoughts of him, and I dip a finger in, clenching around the digits. the heel of my palm presses into my clit and I moan, starting to work myself.

I imagine Matthew coming in here after he’s done and kissing me like he’s wasted enough time waiting; like he can’t wait another second to be with me. my pace quickens at the memory of his hands, veined and strong and sure, pumping into me. taunting me.

“Matthew...” I whine, removing my fingers to circle my clit with a hurried pressure. every second burns across my skin, reminding me that what I’m doing is wrong. I shouldn’t be touching myself in his trailer while he works, especially not when he’s coming back soon.

but it’s hot, too, and the rhythm I create is impossible to resist. I switch between fingering and toying with my bundle of nerves while clenching my free hand in the couch cushion. my eyes are squeezed shut as I get closer to orgasm, the knot in my stomach tightening with every moment.

“o-oh my god,” I hum. “Matthew--”

the sharp intake of breath makes my entire body freeze. my eyes fly open to see the bastard himself standing there, lips parted. he can’t seem to figure out where to look: my face, which was just contorted in pleasure while I moaned his name, or my pussy, which is almost completely on display now that I’ve managed to push my jeans down to my knees.

“oh my god.” I stutter, immediately removing my hand and sitting up. my cheeks are on fire and everything around me seems surreal. this can’t be real. “y-you weren’t supposed to be back for an hour.” I say stupidly. shit ton of luck that hour did me.

“we, uh, wrapped early.” he averts his eyes, then glances cautiously at my face. “I promise I walked in here before I knew. I never meant--”

“no, it’s fine.” I pull up my jeans, still too shocked to make any sweeping movements. he doesn’t seem quite sure what to do with himself, and I speak to break the silence. “sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I wonder what you’d have done with an actual hour.” he says it like he’s attempting to lighten the mood, then winces as he realizes that he shouldn’t have said that. “sorry, bad joke. I’m just-- surprised.”

“Matthew, I’m so sorry--” I start. there’s literally no other direction to take this conversation. I feel like I’ve ruined our friendship within the span of a few seconds.

“were you saying my name?” he asks, eyebrows slightly raised. I would like to sink into the floor and never come up again, I think.

“well, the thing is--” I take a deep breath. “I don’t normally, um... do that in people’s trailers?” my frown makes him smile a little as he relaxes. now that I’m fully clothed, he doesn’t seem so daunted. I scoot up on the couch and glance between the open spot and him to get him to sit. standing only makes it weirder.

he obliges, watching me pull my knees into my chest before I start to explain. guilt is building in my chest now, so much more real after being caught.

“I don’t wanna make this even more awkward than it is, but I feel like I should make it clear that there’s a reason why I was doing it in here and I’m not some freak who, like, contaminates people’s space. like, I was just gonna be super quick about it and be done because-- and now I’m justifying it, which is even worse--”

“hey, Y/N, relax.” Matthew reaches out and touches my wrist, his fingers soft as they pull my attention to his. when I finally muster the courage to look him in the eyes, he’s got a small smile on his face. “I’m not mad or anything.”

“okay.” I sigh, spine going a little less rigid.

“you were moaning my name, though, right?” he smirks. my eyes widen.

“don’t get too cocky,” I try to play it off. “I haven’t been able to get off for the past few days and I only tried it to see if it would work.”

“looks like it did.” he glances between my flushed cheeks and the hand that was playing with myself, which is now sitting on my jeans. how is he being so fucking smooth right now?

“whatever.” I turn my face away, knowing that anything else would be damning.

“are you still... frustrated?” he asks. his voice is low. my face snaps up, jaw dropping. one of his hands is covering the crotch of his jeans, trying to hide something.

“why?”

“I can help you out. only if you want to, of course.” he says this in complete seriousness. my gaze passes over his features once again to make sure I’m not absolutely dreaming. every line in his face, the intensity of those pretty irises, feels too real to be fake.

“like...” I think about his hands, about what he’s offering. it’s heavier than just sex, but also maybe not. it doesn’t have to be; we’re adults. our friendship wouldn’t be shattered by one encounter.

“like I’ll eat you out right now and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” we’ve moved closer on the couch, our faces inches apart while he says it so quietly that I wouldn’t hear it otherwise. the way he licks his lips, stares at me, tells me that we’ve already passed the point of no return. there’s no use in holding back anymore.

“mhmm.” I nod. if I say anything more, I’ll reveal more than he wants to know. that I’ve wanted this for a while, even though I tried to forget the way he makes me feel.

“come here, then.” he beckons me forward and I impatiently crash my lips to his. he responds immediately, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling me to him. he’s greedy, but not in a way that overwhelms. like he’s trying to enjoy the moment. his nose brushes my cheek when he deepens the kiss, my hands looping around his neck. he begins to bite on my lower lip, tugging to get me to moan. I let him explore me, those features that he’s seen so many times but has never touched.

we’re hopeful in our embrace, and my mind feels like spring and how I imagine the earth feels when it’s in full bloom. excitement in my veins as we get more heated. when his fingers unbutton my jeans, he pulls away to take a moment.

“sit on my face.” he breathes out, feverish. I nod, getting up to shrug off my jeans. he watches, licking his lips when I pull down my panties and step out of them, then take off my top and bra. he leans back as if to sink down onto the couch for me, but I shake my head.

“take off your clothes first.” I tell him.

“you wanna see me naked?” he knows the truth, but wants me to say it. the smirk on his face makes me annoyingly aroused. I just start to go for the buttons on his shirt.

“yeah, I wanna see you naked.” I reply. this makes him grin and he helps me out by working on his jeans. we strip him down and then we’re both there, looking at each other.

“c’mere, beautiful.” he grabs my hip and pulls me closer until I get on the couch and position myself. he lies down flat, gesturing for me to scoot up his chest until my core is right above his face. “perfect.”

I’m about to poke a little fun at him for being so confident when he reaches up, wraps his hands around my thighs, and pulls me down against his face.

I yelp, overwhelmed by how he moans against my heat and starts to eat me out. his tongue moves expertly, lapping at the wetness that’s gathered between my legs before teasing my entrance. I release a series of noises that are downright sinful, but the red marks he’s leaving in my thighs tell me he’s loving my reaction. his nose brushes against my clit and I start to roll my hips against his face, falling apart already as he switches between sucking, licking, and sliding his tongue inside me. I grip onto his hair, mumbling like a prayer.

he takes the opportunity to quickly slap my ass before returning to my thighs, burying his face and working with a divine acuity. I can’t believe how good it feels, throwing my head back and arching my spine while I hold my tits. Matthew moves my hand and massages one while he stares up into my eyes, lust evident in every sound and motion.

“Matthew, please--” I gasp. “don’t stop.”

he groans, running his nails down my stomach while I ride his face. I’m needy for him, only uttering his name and more pleas for his tongue. and the sensation of him holding me down like he can’t get enough makes the knot from earlier return easily. I lean back a little, swirl my hips, and then it comes like a white-hot wave.

“oh my god—“ I can barely get it out, moving with abandon. “it’s so fucking good.”

he lets my body slow to a reasonable pace, drawing out the high until I’m swallowing all the air I can get and pull myself away from him. Matthew’s grinning, mouth glistening while he sits up a bit.

“such a wet little pussy.” he tells me, licking his lips. I’m pretty much resting on his chest and I start to move off of him when he quickly straightens himself, wraps his arms around my waist, and pushes me so I’m laying on my back at the other end of the couch with him leaning over me.

I brush his curls out of his face, appreciating the hunger in his face. he craves more of me, and the erection he’s pressing into my inner thigh is proof. I look up at him.

“you’re good.” I concede. he shrugs, smiles. butterflies.

“I just think about it a lot.” the response is simple, but it’s the right one. I blush and he grabs his dick, pumping it a few times before lining it up at my entrance. I search his eyes, those widened pupils, as he shoves into me.

“shit.” he moans, jaw dropping once he’s reaching the hilt. “give it to me, baby.” I can feel him deep inside, cock twitching against my walls as he settles. one of his arms is over me, supporting himself on the arm of the couch, while the other holds my waist.

I don’t speak, only bite down on my lip and whimper through the initial shocks of him. it isn’t until he pulls out that I get more vocal. he starts to roll his hips, never breaking eye contact while I arch my back and moan.

“harder.” I whisper. he tightens his grip on me and slams himself inside. my body instinctively moves up away from the pressure, but he brings me right back down.

“is this what you were thinking about?” he breathes out. “me fucking you like a slut?”

I nod urgently, but he uses an index finger to tilt my face back to his.

“tell me who you belong to, little slut.” his tone is low, laced with lust when he bites his lip and watches my reactions to his cock.

“you.” I whine quietly, grabbing his shoulders for stability while he plows into me.

“louder, sweetheart. you were plenty sure before.” he mocks, pausing after to moan in my ear like he’s absolutely losing it. he roughly tugs me further against him and the sensation makes me cry out.

“y-you-- fuck!”

“c’mon, baby.” he pants. we’re definitely rocking this trailer with the way he’s ramming my body right now. I can feel him like he’s in my ribs.  

“Matthew, oh god--”

“show me how you cum, Y/N. lemme see you fucking break.” the final word is punctuated by him bottoming-out within me, his noises their own stimulation to my senses. I’m trying to breathe but it’s so hard with all the thoughts firing in my brain. he doesn’t go easy on me.

“I’m cumming.” my hips jerk up into his, pussy fluttering like it’s trying to push him out. but the tension only makes him thrust harder, further, chasing his own release as I claw at his back and squeeze my legs around his torso.

“can I fill that tight little cunt up, baby?” he moans into my ear, our bodies like undulating waves. I nod and buck against him, which drives him mad as his thrusts get sloppier. we’re filthy together and it’s otherworldly. “good girl.”

he lets out a whimpering sound while he stills inside my body and cums. I feel him twitching, shooting his load into me. I’m writhing while I clench around him, both of us falling apart. for all his cockiness, he’s lovely when he’s orgasming-- mouth open, eyes rolling back into his head before focusing intently on my face, a sheen of sweat that glows on his cheekbones.

when he finally withdraws, leaving me naked and panting on his couch, his eyes run over my body appreciatively.

“that help?” he smirks as he straightens. I glare at him, kneeing him in the ribs, and he leans down to kiss my cheek, giving me a tender look. “I’m joking. are you okay?”

“more than okay.” I smile. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, closing and opening his mouth as if debating whether or not to say something else.

“you’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“thanks.” as if this man hasn’t already fucked me senseless, I blush, look away shyly. he grabs my clothes from the floor and hands them to me.

“do you want some water?” he’s worried about giving me space. there’s a question lingering between us that I’m afraid to ask, especially now that he hasn’t. Matthew has always been the more bold between the two of us.

“uh, sure.” if it means he takes his eyes off me long enough for me to regain my bearings, yes. I watch him pull on the rest of his clothes before standing and going over to his mini-fridge. I’ll need to clean up soon.

“so...” his voice is measured, hazel eyes slipping over my form.

“so.”

“dinner? and then breakfast?” he suggests. my eyebrows raise at the second question, one that he hasn’t mentioned until now. the implication makes me laugh.

“you think you’re getting this again?” I try to act nonchalant, as if I’m not already imagining it.

“oh, wait--” he frowns, hesitates. “that’s not what I meant.”

“what did you mean?” there’s a grin taking over my face, hopeful as I await his response. I guess we’re about to answer that question after all.

“I wanna finally take you on a date.” he smiles softly, surprisingly shy. I don’t even hesitate to answer.

“I’m in.”

[sourholland]

congrats on 1k!!! i have a blurb request, could you do something with timmy catching feelings for the reader, but he can't be with her because he's already seeing someone? also he doesn't cheat (v important). thanks lol 😖

late blurb requests !

Lauren is amazing.

She’s the perfect girlfriend. Between her understanding demeanor and undeniable compassion, everyone truly finds something to love about her. Lauren’s the type of girl you bring home to meet your mom. The type of girl you feel safe with.

Worst of all, Timothée knew all that.

She had this way of making her presence known, that was one of the first things he’d noticed about her. That, and her bright red hair in a cluster of brown haired friends at that club one night so many months ago. He got her number, they went out a few times, and he asked her to be his girlfriend.

Things didn’t get messy until you came around seven months into their relationship. You were completely oblivious to the fact that he had made himself sick with guilt every time he was around you. He didn’t mean to harbor the illicit feelings, he truly didn’t.

And you were utterly clueless.

You and Lauren weren’t quite friends, but more so acquaintances. She worked with your ex-girlfriend, whom you were with when you met her and Timothée. Once you and Olivia broke up, you got into a relationship a few months later with Joshua.

Josh was also quite integrated into the friend group. You’d seen each other while getting drinks within the group, but didn’t actually converse until after you were single. Timothée had hoped and prayed he wouldn’t have to see you when the split with Olivia took place—this wasn’t the case, though. It was only a matter of time before Josh’s arm was around you, a bottle of wine in a soft pink gift bag for the dinner party Lauren wanted to throw.

The whole night, he tried to look away from you. He willed himself to look at his beautiful girlfriend, to relish in the fact that he was in a relationship with such an amazing woman. Your laugh, he thought to himself. It was like the feeling of listening to your favorite song in the car with the windows down on the highway.

And god your smile. He had never seen something quite so lovely. Every time you looked his way that night, a blush seemed to spread over his cheeks. It was only the rush of guilt that came after that made him wish he could just send you home and never have to see you again.

“I absolutely adored your new movie, Timothée!”

He spent the next half an hour rambling on and on and on about his career. You sat listening intently, nodding and speaking at all the right times. He wished he could ignore the way you scrunched your nose up, or swirled the red wine in your cup.

Once you’d left, he offered to clean up the table while Lauren got ready for sleep. When he got to your placemat, he picked up the glass you’d been drinking from all night and noticed the stain of red lipstick where you’d been sipping. Without thinking, he brought it straight to the kitchen and rinsed it away so he’d never have to look at it again.

A month or two later, Josh informed the same work group that you two had broken things off, but would still remain friends. Timothée assumed this was just the normal break up excuse, until Josh invited you to the club they usually inhabited on Saturday nights.

The whole night was spent watching you throw back shots of tequila, throwing your arms around people on the dance floor. The way you pressed your body against the nearest stranger had him almost seething with unwarranted jealousy. He watched you flip your hair, press your lips along the jaw of a beautiful girl with the most lovely russet complexion, and go through alcohol like it was nothing.

He hated himself for not being able to tear his eyes away. Hated himself for wanting you.

Lauren wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t oblivious like you. Her eyes flickered from you to him, but strange enough—not for a minute did she resent you. Only him. She noticed you scribble your number onto a napkin for the girl you’d been dancing with, doodling little hearts around the numbers. Lauren waited for his reaction, met with his look of complete and utter hatred for himself. He looked torn, like he wanted to be anywhere else in that moment.

And then you yelled a quick and flattered goodbye across the bar, something about deciding to head out for the night. He watched the girl lean in and kiss you on the lips, saying something about texting you. Her name was Nora, she had a pretty smile and dimples. Timothée picked up on this while he studied the interaction.

“See you guys!” You shouted with a drunken smile. “My uber is out front.”

Taking a drink, he felt Lauren’s present when she sat down on the barstool beside him. Looking over at her, he knew she knew and that there was no way to relish in his own self pity at this point.

With a final glance at you, he saw the door of the bar close. You were gone.

[ri-ships-takari]

Wishful thinking

pairing: takeru-hikari preview: The office concierge winks at Takeru and asks, "Is that your wife?" Takeru almost slips across the slick lobby tile. That was Hikari, is all he could think. [ao3, ffnet] note: am dying preparing for a national exam but i just had to write and dump this piece of self-indulgent fluff out real quick cause i couldnt get it out of my mind and i rly need to study 😩 there is no plot and honestly no point for it to exist, i just needed it out of my head tbh genre: drabble words: 549

"Gambatte, gambatte, Takeru-kun. I'll be at the cafe across the street," says the young woman with long auburn hair, waving at Takeru as she crosses the building's automatic glass doors onto the city street.

The office concierge winks at Takeru and asks, "Is that your wife?"

Takeru almost slips across the slick lobby tile.

That was Hikari, is all he could think.

Hikari Yagami.

The young woman was a lot of things: fellow chosen, original Tokyo tamer, one of the pioneer educators in the first human-digimon integrated preschools in Japan, and one of the kindest people he knew. His best friend.

She had asked him to hold a talk for her kindergarten kids at career day last week, and of course he couldn’t say no. In fact, he started preparing for his talk the very hour she asked. He made a whole presentation — complete with hand drawn doodles and even a little activity for the kids (he had learned to keep things visual and interactive from Hikari herself, while they studied together throughout their university days.)

Of course though, when he got there the kids were more interested in his digimon Patamon than anything he had actually written about the experiences with his partner. (A few potentially hazardous attacks were tossed around for demonstration purposes, but as a digimon integrated school, the helmets were ready and the students were prepared — both the children and digimon.)

Though he talked scarcely five minutes about his actual career, Hikari was abundantly grateful.

In return for sharing his professional expertise, she promised to take him to dinner and dessert at any place of his choosing, her treat. Neither of them had anything specific in mind, but they decided to figure a place out together tonight.

They were supposed to go right after Takeru got off work at the publishing house (Hikari offered to meet him all the way, lest she incur any more favors while already paying her dues.) Right as he was about to get going though, his boss announced the whole team would need to clock in some overtime, for team morale.

Takeru worried that he would have to reschedule their dinner plans, but here was Hikari of infinite forgiveness, offering to wait as long as it took for him to get back to her. She had even dropped by to give him a canned Americano — his favorite — in support and solidarity.

But his wife?

They were hardly yet thinking about that. Things had just started falling into place, both at the school and at the publishing house. Hikari was revising lesson plans right and left, while he was churning chapter after chapter of content every week. They barely had the headspace to keep up with many of their other friends, let alone think of any relationship, or god forbid, marriage.

It had simply never crossed Takeru’s mind.

So Takeru offers the concierge only a cryptic chuckle before rushing back to the lift to return to his office. As the elevator doors close, he catches a glimpse of Hikari from outside the lobby's glass panes, turning to him for a final wave, before the pedestrian light changes and she daintily makes her way across the city street.

And he now can’t shake the thought: Well, wouldn’t that be nice?

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author's note: this scenario was actually something that happened with me while living in Tokyo spoiler alert i did not end up his wife tho lol so i guess this is also just processing that odd experience too lol bless concierges and their interesting assumptions

unfortunately having a boss ask/announce yall had to overtime (for nothing but ??? team morale ???) was also based from experience so rip @/workers in traditional japanese companies

[dreamties]

Michael Myers W/ an Artistic S/O

A/n- Read T/W

T/W- Eating Mention ( I have bad habits while I work and I’m projecting :) )

Here’s my not-so-friendly-friendly reminder to remember to drink some water or get a snack if you need to- like gosh darn y’all >:(

(I know I need to, that’s for sure)

I did really enjoy writing this though! Michael is honestly such an interesting character to work with. I should write for him more often... 

Michael is inarguably the least cultured when it comes to art. At least the ghostface duo probably took it during high school.

Michael over here though was in Smith’s Grove for, what, fifteen years? That’s a majority of his schooling years right there. And from then on had been living in hiding by himself...and then eventually with his dearly loved, S/O. 

...you are his entire arts education.

At first the only “appreciation” he shows for it is the obligatory acknowledgement of it, out of the fact that you’re together.

Within time, he does show a level of curiosity.

Imagine you create abstract art. Michael’s already unsure about the classic styles of painting (really, he’s just indifferent about it). And then he’s met with glaring darks and the striking white of the canvas, as it intermixes with splatters of color.

You had been out most of the day, probably getting food for the two of you, but left a few of your most recent pieces to dry in the living room. Michael’s wandering around the house, looking for an item he had somehow misplaced. When he finds himself face to face with your paintings. They’re still glistening with wet acrylics. 

He honestly doesn’t know what to make of it. It’s confusingly messy, and part of him wants to smash your canvas in two, tearing it from its staples, and puncturing it with his bare fists.

He’d never act upon those urges though. He loves you- he thinks he does, at least. And the thought of seeing your face twist in anger and sadness at the sight of your hard work gone to waste? It doesn’t give him pleasure to think about.

He hardly notices his fists clenched up, knuckles turning white or the front door opening. So focused- and at the same time lost in the artwork. He does however hear the faintest chuckle from behind him, and he tenses up.

“You know, art is supposed to make you feel something,” and this time you try to cover your loud laugh, as to not upset Michael. “Well, it sure did the trick, didn’t it?”

Also, speaking of his violent and visceral reaction to your abstract work?

Well, there’s a good chance that you’d be able to coerce him into painting with you...at least once or twice.

It’s honestly such a breath of fresh air to see this type of expression. Instead of the dried blood of his victims, his hands are coated in paint, seeping beneath his nails.

Oh my god!! Helping him scrub his hands clean afterwards?? HELL YEEEEAH!

That’s as far as his appreciation goes though.

You never really make him stuff. On the rare occasion you do, you’ll leave it out on the kitchen counter for him or some other spot- so when Michael is done with his hunt, he’ll be greeted with the soft reminder that you were thinking of him.

He does keep the pieces (there all like little sketches and doodles) probably in a dresser drawer in your shared bedroom. Unlike other slashers, he’s more likely than not to never look at the individual pieces again. But he enjoys the thought behind them, which is good enough :)

A lot of them end up stained in blood, because he often forgets to wash his hands before handling them. But like, there his pieces now?? So who cares? He sure doesn’t lol

However, often (dare I say all) times you have the unfortunate habit of staying up too late to create.

You’ll be sitting hunched over at your desk, sketching and plotting out new ideas. Your eyes are dark and saggy against your face, your hair wildly disheveled- clothes sticking with paint.

Thoughts of dinner long forgotten- you’d told Michael you’d help out with dinner soon, he eventually gets tired of waiting, and just grabs whatevers leftover in the fridge. You have a bag of chips mostly untouched beside you- hey, you told Michael you’d eat something so >:(

(I have more thoughts on that, but we don’t have time to get into all that so)

You have two glasses of water set out, one is more clear than the other, but both of them shimmer and dance with paint.

Michael enters the room to check up on you- and notices as you rinse out your paintbrush in one and almost immediately pick it up again and drink from it. You set it down, unbothered.

And to say Michael wasn’t a little horrified by that? akehdfkjh he’d be lying

Since he’s worried...

Michael can and will force you to go to sleep.

No excuses, no “I need to finish this section real quick”s- nothing.

Michael will physically pick up from where your working if he has to. You are getting good sleep tonight damn it >:(

All in all though, art is simply confusing to him. He does not understand the purpose of it. It’s still intriguing to him on some level, but like,, he honestly doesn’t care much about it. But he’ll support you in your endeavors, as you aren’t harming yourself to do it <3

[kissryuwuji]

krew with phones

did i write this at 3am 2 months ago and never looked at it again? maybe.

Korra has an android, most likely a Sumsang Galazy uhhhh smth idk i don’t keep up with phones. It’s not the one with the pen tho, it’s probably an older generation one bc if she had a latest model she would have too much power (no she wouldn’t)

like if this was in canon, she probably got it at the end of s1. Like imagine aang’s spirit going up to her and being like korra,,,,,,,, here’s a sumsand galazy bc u can’t navigate the city at all,,,,,,,,

anyway she has no idea how to use it but she catches on pretty quick how to text. Makes a lot of typos. Abuses the emojis. She likes the arm, hands, shrug, sports ones.

is appalled by how different the iphone emojis are from android

The type to backspace all the way to the first typo she made instead of tapping it or holding the word or whatever. And then she forgets what she typed and it strays from what she originally had.

Didn’t know the front camera existed. She’s like, whaT!? I’ve been staring at the dark screen to pick food out of my teeth! So now that’s what she uses it for.

Asami has the latest model of iPhone that has the home button bc she actually likes it

she probably has other iphone models just to tinker with them.

I bet by the time iphone releases their next model, she’s already made her own that has more space, better cam quality, faster speed, more durable screen, etc. than their model and the home button is still there.

Does not use emojis very often, and if she does it’s the thinking face with the hand on the chin 🤔 when she’s talking to Korra or Bolin

Also has a work phone, but it’s filled with a lot more stuff than her personal phone

that OR she has a sumsang note or whatever has the pen bc she likes that feature when she's commuting and she can doodle or draw over blueprints

does not put a period at the end of her sentences

Mako has kept the same flip phone for the past 3 years even though it’s all scratched up. He texts slowly bc abc2 def3 ghi4

responds late bc the sound is broken and the vibration thing got weaker

uses a lot of acronyms. Probably makes up his own too, like chl (coming home late) or wduw4d (what do u want for dinner, because the u is the second press and y is the third press).

Don’t expect emojis or emoticons bc he has a character limit. When someone sends him a text with an emoji, it either fails receiving it or it just pops up as the diamond with a question mark in it

If his flip phone allows group messaging, the messages always come individually instead of altogether.

So when he reads one from bolin, he has to go back to the folder, press up, click, read korra’s LOL with a bunch of emojis (he Cannot see the emojis), then repeat.

He can’t message them all at once, so he just sends whatever he has to say to bolin so on bolin’s end there’s just a long line of mako’s messages pertaining to the group chat that he has to relay to the group. But by the time he does that, the group already moved on to whatever else. When he has smth to say, it’s frustrating, but otherwise he wouldn’t mind doing this when he's on break or is bored

If he decides to upgrade his phone (most likely because the others pitched in and got it for him), he gets the blackberry phone with the rolling cursor and he likes playing the ball and brick game on his breaks.

He says he doesn’t miss whipping his phone out and opening and closing it because really it was such a hassle to do but it has sentimental value for being his first phone and it’s kind of muscle memory for him to flick his phone open when he pulls out his blackberry.

Bolin has an LG smart phone (idk what gen) bc he’s the younger sibling.

he abuses the camera and runs out of space and has to constantly delete apps and pictures and videos.

The earliest video he has is probably a probending match so he could rewatch it and learn strategies (not really he just wanted to capture toza’s match)

it's a super shaky video. no you can't zoom in.

his first picture is a blurred sidewalk and his first selfie is probably blurry too because he didn’t know the thing needed time to capture the image or wtv and he got excited and tried it with mako afterwards.

His second selfie with mako was probably two months after he got his phone because he found out you can change the default background so he takes one with mako and mako hasn’t smiled for a picture since he was 8 probably so he kinda just does what FEELS like a smile but it comes out like a straight line. 

The camera is not the greatest but bolin probably enjoys how pixel-y it looks until he gets a glimpse at asami’s photo qualities.

Bolin uses the 🤪🤩😬🤯 the most, but also always matches the food emoji to whatever he's currently eating.

Korra's camera roll consists of screenshots she intends to look at later and sometimes theyre of her teeth when she accidentally takes a picture while picking the food out

Asamis personal camera roll starts off with pictures of places shes been to and slowly fills up with candid pictures of her friends. No one ever noticed she snuck a picture of them until she makes a scrapbook

[lovely-necromancy]

A Cure for Insomnia CH.6

You wake up sometime around one. Not too late in the day given your morning. With a decent amount of sleep under your belt you roll over and start striping your bed of its sheets. Then you make your way across your room, picking up stray clothes as you go to your hamper and dump your collection of dirty linens and clothes into it. You carry the hamper to the bathroom where you load half into the washer. There's no real point in separating the clothes from colored items and pastels or whites. You're only twenty-four and don't have your life totally figured out yet. You can be a little lazy with laundry.

Once your first load of laundry is being washed you go to do your weekly tidy of your home. The one good thing that came from the paranoia of your car's break in was you rearranged all the furniture of the home, thus cleaning as you went. So that means it's more of a quick wipe down of counters and sweeping today. Maybe you'd organize your art supplies while doing your laundry. It's an activity that wouldn't distract you too much and make you forget you had laundry in the wash.

You finish washing the dishes from this morning you begin wiping the counters and tabletop when you notice your fidget cube is still on the table where Toby left it earlier.

'Don't want to lose this. Back to the bookshelf where you belong.' When you get to the living room's bookshelf you notice one of your book's is missing. Ironically it's The Book Thief.

'Tobias probably picked it up and put it down somewhere.' you'd keep your eyes peeled for the book while you cleaned.

After wiping down bookshelves, tables, counters, even the mantel over the fire place you still hadn't found your missing book. You probably picked it right up and placed it right back down without even realizing. You'll just keep an eye out until you find it. You don't even reread books, you really just kept a copy to lend out to people when they ask what your favorite books are. It isn't a real big deal if you can't find it, plus there's bound to be a copy floating somewhere in a thrift shop or yard sale.

The washer chimes right as you grab the broom to sweep. Pausing this task to go retrieve your laundry and do the rest. You empty the dirty clothes left in the basket onto the floor and place the clean wet ones inside the basket. After starting the final load you carry the basket out back. As nice as this home is its still small and doesn't have a dryer, which early summer is fine but come fall and winter might be more cumbersome. Seeing as you have to hang the laundry out to dry outside. Maybe when it gets cold you'll just do smaller loads and hang them up in the bathroom or over the fire place. But that's a thought for future you. Right now current you is struggling yet again to get a fitted sheet to sit on the line. Fitted sheets are probably Satan himself in disguise.

When you finish stringing all the laundry up you take a moment to just enjoy the quiet and the peace that comes with the outside. It's nice out here, maybe after you finish the last few chores today you can come out and just draw, it'd be a good way to also keep an eye on this weather in case it turns. While it hasn't happened yet you're very aware of the risks you take by ignoring the existence of meteorologists. And by that you mean just not bothering to look up the weather for the day.

Heading back inside you restart your task of sweeping. Like you thought you've finished before the washer has even completed it's first cycle. The house isn't too big so it's easy to clean it from top to bottom within a day normally, but today you had even less to do thanks to this week's rearranging. So you move on to organizing your art supplies and separating all materials by medium.

Of course arranging materials is never easy, after all you end up staring at all your horded empty sketch books and note how your thumbnail notebooks are just covered in doodles and random scribbles but no real art or ideas. Maybe it's time to start kicking yourself into gear. You ran into a major period of burnout before moving and now with this fresh start you might be able to focus on progressing with art, even if you don't pursue it as a career. You've always loved the ability to draw and create images that make others happy. But right in this moment you just want to make yourself happy. Maybe you could start small just a few still lifes and see how you feel after that.

Hearing the chime of the washer you hurry to finish putting away the supplies in their newly assigned places. Just as before you transfer the wet and clean clothes into the awaiting basket and take them out to be hung to dry. You don't have another fitted sheet this go round so it goes by much faster than it previously had. Now with all of your washing for today hung you head back inside to grab a fresh sketchbook.

Having never been one for scenery, more of a portrait artist, you start off with small things. A few stills of a flower under the window, the old tire swing on the tree, and even the blue jay that dove for dinner right in front of you. Of course all of these were warm ups done in a few minutes, though you really wish you had more time on the blue jay one. You really need practice with things that aren't people.

The warm ups of course don't look very good, but you can still see what you'd been going for. The hatching and smudging you'd done, to increase depth and give the quick drawing more life, did help a little but it was clear this was an area where you weren't skilled. But that didn't deter you, after all you  needed more practice and wouldn't be getting better without it.

Deciding to draw the scene before you, a small open meadow surrounded by trees, in other words your backyard with your drying laundry. You start off slow and make sure to actually look and take in the yard in front of you, doing your best to not just make up the trees and their shapes as you go. Soon you are lost in the meditative muscle memory of drawing. The scratching of pencil scrapping across paper further lulling you into a trance like state as you etch out the scenery.

A harsh breeze blows through and the loud flapping of sheet hitting sheet knocks you loose from your trance. Checking to make sure none of your laundry was flying off, it hadn't the laundry was still secured to the line. Smiling you glance down to actually see what you've sketched out so far. It isn't too bad, though you aren't sure how long you've been working on it, the trees all have a distinct shape rather than your typical cartoon one size fits all attempts. Scanning the page your eyes catch onto something off, out in the tree line it looks like you'd drawn a figure hiding behind a tree.

Hearing the beating of your heart that's currently hammering against your chest you look around. Did your mind do that as a joke or had someone genuinely been watching you draw? Your mouth is dry as your eyes scan the tree line for any sign of what could've been mistaken for a person, but you saw nothing. No one was there. Had anyone ever really been there? Why would you draw that? Why wouldn't you remember doing it? You don't feel safe out here anymore. There are eyes watching you you can feel it. They may not physically be there but the phantom eyes that surround you and cause your skin to crawl make sure you know of their presence. You take that as a sign to head inside for the evening, one that doesn't need to be repeated.

You lock the door immediately behind you and check your phone. It's seven, and you have an email notification. Thanking whatever power for the distraction you slide down your back door and open the notification. It's from Hollis!

YN r u  coming to SND? It's that teen beach zombie movie u love. Y;know the awful D list one Blk and wht with the 50yos playing teenagers

Lemme know I'll save your seat.

Sent 6:47 P.M.

They're so sweet to remember you loved this awful D list zombie movie. Horrible subplots and main plot and all. But you're a little spooked right now and watching even that joke of a horror movie is probably too much for you. You doubt you'd feel better by the time ten rolls around to watch it. Not to mention your battery's still drained from Toby this morning. And knowing for a fact you'd probably stay late to talk till morning with Hollis, Jake, and Kirby you decide it's best to skip this week. Just not having the energy to handle Saturday Night Dead.

Nah, sorry man. Battery's dead from being social earlier. Thanks tho, I do appreciate you! ….....,.... lemme know what next week's movie is!

Sent 7:10 P.M.

It'd probably be a good time to make something for dinner, there's a box of mac n cheese in the pantry. Simple but always beloved. As you wait for Hollis to respond you start on boiling water. But you didn't have to wait too long since they'd answered near instantly.

Chill, don worry we'll catch ya next week

…..oooop

ot not...Kirb's said it's the start of watching the entire warren file collection

starting from the beginning

...well the first movie released, Insidious. LOL we probs won't ever see you again.

Sent 7:12 P.M.

How dare Kirby betray you like this. First off those movies are awful, and like not cheesy awful just awful awful. Not to mention he knows how you feel about the Warrens and their cases. You have a power point presentation ready for that dick the next time you see him. ...well not literally but you'd make one to prove a point!

Where's Kirby now? I just wanna talk, I just wanna talk is all.

Sent 7:18 P.M.

Already ran off toy vermont probably

will we get blessed with a ted talk nxt week?

Sent 7:20 P.M.

I can't tell if you're joking or not. If you aren't then yea I can make a power point and we'll play that instead of the movies. Every week until this town understands the severity of this.

Sent 7:21 P.M.

Ya just jkin.

Your passionate hate is funny tho, so could be good to do something mid warren marathon.

Sent 7:23 P.M.

Guess the dissertation on how horrendous the “exorcisms” were will have to wait. They'd just been joking. This is probably a good ending of the conversation anyway, it's hard to tell sometimes but you feel you'll just run in circles with the current topic or worse fall into a rant that they won't read all the way through because they'll have left with the rest of the stunt gang to get dinner before heading over to the Cryptonomica for Saturday Night Dead. Hollis is typically a real good sport about this kinda thing but you'd rather not bog down their night with your hate boner for the Warrens.

'I'll let them know later that I'll still come to Saturday Night Dead next week.' you think as you dump the pasta into the water that finally came to a boil. It's quiet as you cook your macaroni dinner. You'd normally not notice the lack of sound or life in your home before, but maybe having Connor and Toby over put things into perspective. Guests aren't really a thing you've ever had, you always feel rude if your social battery runs out before someone's stay is over. But maybe you're lonely, and it's put you on edge.

Though this week would've put anyone on edge, you have still been alone in this house for two months. That can't be healthy for your mental well being, humans are social creatures by nature after all. Maybe you could get a pet, something that'd make it's fair share of noise and give the home a bit more life than your normally hollow shell wondering the halls. Are you even sure you want a pet? Do you have time for one? You have the standard nine to five, but what about when you're off on a nightly trip because of your sleeplessness? What if you forgot about them? Hell your brain's been so foggy these last few months, it wouldn't be surprising.

Like a sign from the divine themselves, the pot of water boils over. Steam is rising as the sizzling is heard. Your head snaps twice to the right as you scramble to lower the heat and raise the pot off the eye. Putting it down on an unused eye you give it a quick stir and thankfully no pasta got burned to the bottom of the pan....this time. The pasta seems a little crunchy but a texture you'll eat so you kill the hot eye and start on the cheese portion of your mac n cheese.

As you eat you continue your original debate about getting a pet. Ultimately deciding that you just aren't ready for that kind of responsibility right now. Sure you'd had tons of pets in your parents' home but that was with a financial safety net and back when your mental health wasn't all over the place. Not to mention the pets were family pets and responsibility was split three ways.

There isn't much room in your home for you to have a roommate, and that presents a whole nother set of challenges. You could try to make friends through online forums again! It's hard to talk to people in general but you always get scared off before replying to a comment or post. Or overshare to the point people infantize you. Even better trying therapy out could help with your loneliness. Hah ok good one, even if you had money for it consistently you don't think you could trust someone knowing all your secrets but not knowing any of theirs. And while that in and of it self is an example of why you need it, you're rational enough to realize you aren't ready for that either.

After finishing your meal you put away the left overs and clean the dishes. You'll be happier tomorrow knowing they aren't your problem to deal with. You start to make your way to your bedroom but freeze just before the hall.

'You shouldn't stay here...you need to leave.'

A glance at the time tells you it's eight thirty-nine, if you left right now you could make it to Saturday Night Dead with time to spare. You don't need to fill the loneliness with new friends, just spend time with the ones you already have. Duh. Turning you grab your keys off the bookshelf and take one of the masks hanging from a hook by the door.

Checking your door was locked and locking your car once you were in, you're ready to drive. Knowing you're still overstimulated you forgo the music on this drive, hoping it will calm you down enough to enjoy the movie and some down time with friends. And that would help put a pin in your self isolating habits. It'd really be nice if you brought movie snacks over to surprise the gang. You're pretty sure the mini mart carries everything you need. Jake likes swedish fish, Hollis is addicted to those extreme sour airhead ropes, and Kirby's a weirdo with his love of red vines and surge. Hahaha that man will die before he's thirty-eight.

Still having the extra time you deiced to stop by the mini mart and grab the candy. What's the worse that can happen you have another panic attack in front of strangers. Plus you hadn't seen Magnolia the last few times and you'd hate for her to think you'd been ignoring her. Pulling into the empty mini mart parking lot you take a breath to steel your resolve before leaving your car.

Tim looks at the door when he hears the chime and stiffens when he sees you. Fuck you did have a panic attack in front of this guy last night, plus you really haven't formally met. But didn't Toby say his roommate was named Tim? And he and Brian were both here talking with Tim last night before you came in. That can't be coincidence.

“uh...hi?” you say awkwardly standing in the doorway, door closed behind you.

“um, hi?” perfect he's just as awkward in this situation as you are. You can work with this.

Moving through the first two isles you keep your eyes peeled for Magnolia, even though you can make this an in and out trip for candy, you do miss the little bodega cat.

“Wh- hey are you, are you even ok to be here?” Tim calls as he rounds the counter and makes his way to you.

“Huh? Oh...oh yea. I'm chill now.” you hear the bell before you see her. The little ting tin ting of her bell that comes with the grace only fluffy cats have.

“You literally collapsed on the floor last night after blacking out while driving.” his tone is very stern. He and Nate would probably get on like a house on fire. The grumpy old men who secretly care a lot duo.

“I don't remember collapsing...but I know I didn't drive.” well you don't know that but you do firmly believe that.

The man is just turning into the isle when you spot the floof sauntering just behind him. Magnolia didn't spare either of you a glance as she made her way to the counter. Probably going to her bed, an old shipping box for apples, you'd just meet her over there then. With no warning to the man you squeeze past him and and follow the cat. Agitated footsteps following after you in your quest to pet the cat.

Magnolia perks up upon seeing you, the flicking of her tail letting you know she's anticipating her pets. The huffing Tim hovering behind you isn't as pleased with your actions as the cat is. The man is radiating negativity, annoyance maybe or is it concern that breeds frustrated anger? The second he starts to clear his throat, as if to remind you of his hovering, you roll your eyes.

Looking back at him over your shoulder you see him in all his grumpy man glory.  His brow was furrowed so hard his thick eyebrows nearly covered his eyes. But with the way his lips emoted the man before you looked more like a pouting muppet. It would be funny if it weren't for the foreboding feeling of the moments before being reprimanded by a teacher.

When you straighten up you take note that your eyes meet perfectly. He's the same height as you that's surprising, you thought he'd be taller than 5'7. His eyes widen slightly at seeing your full height, it must've thrown him off since the first time he saw you, you'd actively been trying, and had succeeded at looking smaller.

“What are you doing here?” well he doesn't get thrown off for long.

Running a hand through Magnolia's fur a few more times as you respond, “Petting Magnolia.” you really are a little shit sometimes.

“No...no, why are you out? Toby had to take you home last night, you shouldn't just be waltzing around town after that.” maybe it was frustrated concern.

“Oh I'm fine now.”

Magnolia at this point has jumped up on the counter and is headbutting you for more attention. Chuckling you turn your attention back to her. Meanwhile Tim behind you is at a loss for words.

“Fine?? You don't just...bounce back from a panic attack.”there's personal experience behind those words.

“I just rationalize things fast.” Hearing the trill of the clock on the wall reminds you that you need to grab those snacks and head over to the Cryptonomica for movie night.

Going to the candy isle you grab one of each of the gang's favorites, you snag a bag of white cheddar popcorn on the way to the counter and place your items there. Tim doesn't get a word out before you rush off to the cooler near the back that is in all honesty pretty sketch. Like who even makes  Fruitopia anymore? That stuff got discontinued in the early 2000s. The cooler even has Hi-C Ecto Coolers...you might actually check if they're in date and grab a few.

Rummaging around the cooler you finally spot the weird tech green and black splattered can proudly stating SURGE. It has no date...questionable at best. But hey it's only Kirby drinking it, and it's been well established that man will die well before middle age.   Grabbing a can to check the Ecto Coolers, luck is on your side! These cans are from the re-release that happened as a promotion for the Ghostbusters revival a few years back, they'll be good for another two years! For now you'll just take one so you won't have to worry about lugging cans around for the movie.

Once your new items are placed on the counter the expression on Tim's face cannot even be described. The questions of the surge are probably the ones easiest to read...or they're just the most predictable.

“Kirby likes red vines and surge, sickening right?” Maybe a little joke will break the ice.

“...Like that little round pink...thing?”  What?

The laughter is coming out before you can stop it, the image of said pink Kirby consuming red vines and surge only to accessorize as your friend comes to mind. It's adorable and cursed at the same time. Adorably cursed. You'll have to draw that and print a few copies to hang around the Cryptonomica.

“No,” you're choking on giggles at this point, “Kirby, the owner of the Cryptonomica.” catching your breath and regaining your composure, “It's that tourist trap just across from the RV park.”

“Oh.” normally such a short cold reply would make you shut down the conversation. But This is Toby's roommate, and if you want to be friends with Toby, you'll probably run into him a lot more. Plus if he's a new night shift cashier it wouldn't hurt to be on good terms with him for when you're out on adventures.

“Yea, hey Toby mentioned you three just came to town, so you might not have known but the Cryptonomica does a weekly movie night on Saturdays. Saturday Night Dead. Normally it's awful old horror movies but next week they're starting a Warren Case files “arch”.” Tim doesn't take the conversation bait at the pause.

“It's a great way to meet other locals, you guys should check it out if you get the chance. It starts at ten and runs till one or so on most weeks.” Olive branch has been extended.

Tim relaxes for the first time since you got here tonight. The sheepish look on his face and twitchy pupils give the impression he's thinking it over. He sighs and nods before saying, “Yea, that sounds...nice.”

Olive branch skeptically taken! You'll count this one as a win in your book. With the mood lightened Tim breaks the ice a bit further.

“Surge and red vines can not be good for you.”

“Right! If living off mountain dew and pizza rolls doesn't kill him, this for sure will.” you both have a small laugh at that. It's nice to finally have cleared up the mix up from the beginning of the week. Which reminds you.

“Oh...um...I'm YN by the way. It's nice to meet you...sorry for the two,” your neck tics to the side, “previous nights.” you finish.

“Tim...and it,uh happens sometimes...'s fine.” Score awkward acknowledgment of previous meetings and you can now erase those from your nightly anxieties.

Tim finishes ringing and bagging your items and you pay. Giving another pet to the curled up kitty on the counter you nod farewell to Tim.

A trill rings out from the clock on the wall. It's ten.

Two heads snap to look at the wall. You take a second glance at your phone while Tim checks his watch. Both say the clock on the wall is correct. But it just turned nine not even ten minutes ago. Right? You can brush off yourself loosing track of time but when you involve another person that just doesn't make sense. Tim looks just as concerned as you. Only Magnolia lays unaffected by the lost fifty minutes.

“I should go.” Tim nods numbly to you as you exit the store.

You won't be able to make it to the movie, well you could but you'd disturb someone if you walked in mid movie. Choosing to go home instead you drive, once again without music. Entering your home you hang your mask back on the hook. Putting away the drinks and snacks for next weekend, you make your way to your bedroom. Once again freezing just before the hallway. Turning to your living room you can see a book in the middle of your coffee table. You definitely don't remember the book being there, and doubt you'd miss it out in the open. But as you got closer you could confirm, even in the dark, that it was The Book Thief.

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 61 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Violet opened up, Alaska chickened out, and Courtney finally had her date with Bianca.

This Chapter: Trixie widens his search for Aiden’s replacement, and Courtney gets a taste of the good life.

***

Courtney doodled absentmindedly on her notepad during Miss Fame’s Monday conference call. She was getting an update from the company that ran her European stores, and discussing the upcoming marketing plan with Alyssa. Courtney knew that she was only there in case Miss Fame wanted to add anyone to the line; since Ivy and Laganja were both on the call, she didn’t really need to be paying attention. She probably should’ve been anyway, but this was a case where a little negligence would be forgiven.

Which was good, because she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering, daydreaming about how wonderful the weekend had been with Bianca. Adore had come over on Sunday for dinner, after which Courtney almost went home, but Bianca pulled her in for an embrace and insisted that she stay another night. When she’d worried about not having any appropriate work clothes, Bianca promised to find her something from her own closet, even excited at the notion of styling her for the office.

At first, Courtney was a bit concerned about whether the thigh-high black boots were too hookerish, but Bianca was adamant that they were fashion - and she should know, right? At least her luxurious knit dress was in Fame’s approved color palette, so she was pretty sure she wouldn’t get scolded like the time she dared to wear a lime green top.

She looked down at her notebook, realizing that it was absolutely covered in hearts, and quickly flipped the page, embarrassed.

She clicked on her mouse, waking up the computer to check her emails. If she was gonna space out, she may as well make at least a halfhearted attempt at productivity. She saw that there were a few unread DMs and clicked on the window.

ROXY: Package here for you

ROXY: A big-ass box from Neiman Marcus

ROXY: From the Marie Claire messenger again

ROXY: You gonna tell me who you’re dating over there now?

COURTNEY: LOL, sorry. It’s brand new, I don’t think we’re ready to go public

ROXY: Bitch it’s just me, I can keep a secret

COURTNEY: Since when?????

ROXY: Since always!!

COURTNEY: On Friday, you told me that Jaida is getting IVF and Alyssa’s son is in rehab again

ROXY: Yeah and yet you tell me NOTHING

COURTNEY: LOL. Okay well when we’re telling people, I’ll tell you first. Deal?

ROXY: WHATEVER

*

ROXY: Another major delivery came for Fame’s asst from MC today

SHANNEL: OMG. BDR just came into Nina’s office in the weirdest mood. She was all smiley and she approved this dumb spread that Nina’s been pitching for 3 months.

ROXY: 21 year old pussy is good for the soul

SHANNEL: APPARENTLY

*

The second she could get up, Courtney raced to reception to grab the package, wondering what it could be. They’d put together a bunch of outfits with the stylist this weekend, most of which were still at Bianca’s--except for her ensemble for the party tomorrow, which was hanging in a garment bag on the coat rack, partially covered by Courtney’s jacket so as not to be too conspicuous.

When Roxy said “a big-ass box,” she wasn’t lying. Courtney’s eyes widened as she spotted the box, quickly taking it back to her own office, peeking inside while Fame was occupied with Raja. She pulled out the note first.

Stay warm. XX, B PS Don’t worry, the fur is faux

Extra curious now, Courtney reached into the box, lifting the tissue paper to see what was inside and finally just pulling it out--a beautiful, full-length, raspberry-colored winter coat with a fur-trimmed hood. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as the utter extravagance of it all.

COURTNEY: OMG Bianca!

BIANCA: Do you like it?

COURTNEY: It’s beautiful! But it’s way too much. You’re spoiling me.

BIANCA: Get used to it ;)

Courtney smiled to herself, hiding the box under the table and standing to try on the coat, positively glowing with happiness. She glanced at herself in the mirror that Fame kept by the door for “last looks,” and saw that it fit her perfectly, even across her narrow shoulders, almost as if it was tailored to her body. Which...now that she thought about it, the stylist on Saturday had taken her measurements, so maybe it was.

Just then, the door to Fame’s office opened and Raja stepped out. Courtney whirled around, a guilty expression on her face.

“Oh are...are you done? I was, um...just going to get Miss Fame another coffee.”

“Yeah, we’re done for now, you should probably stick around. Nice coat,” Raja said, brushing past her on her way out. “I’ll be back at 2 to finish. Make sure she’s fed.”

“Okay, thank-” Courtney began, finishing with “-you,” just as Raja breezed from the room.

Courtney slowly removed her new coat, hanging it carefully on the rack before heading into Miss Fame’s office to ask what she wanted for lunch.

***

Bob closed the door to Trixie’s office behind him, making a beeline towards the coffee machine. It was mid afternoon, and while there still was a bit of a home stretch to go before the holiday break, the tough decisions ahead were out of his hands.

“All I’m saying Chachki,” Jovan smiled, the man leaning against the wall. He was wearing orange trumpet pants and a blue fuzzy sweater. “Is that I can totally bedazzle your crutches.”

“What an amazing offer,” Violet drawled, her tone completely dry.

“Hey guys!” Bob grinned, sliding in next to Maxwell, his boyfriend handing the cup he had just poured. “What are we talking about?”

“The Christmas Party,” Maxwell smiled, looking up at Bob who gave him a quick peck. He was wearing a pink shirt, the cotton stretched across his chest, the khakis he wore all year looking delicious on his pert little ass.

“Right!” Bob took a sip. The Galactica Christmas Party was one of the biggest fashion events in December, Miss Fame always going all out. Bob had heard rumors around town that there’d be gigantic ice sculptures, but Roxy had told him she had seen order confirmations for a forest of Christmas trees.

Some called him and Roxy the office gossip sluts, and if the name fit, Bob wasn’t going to complain.

“I haven’t decided what I’m wearing yet.” Violet was sitting on a chair, her curled hair fastened with a golden clip, her skirt just above her knees. “This is the first time I’m not going as Fame’s assistant and I don’t have to match her or blend into the background.”

That made sense, Bob really noticing how Violet’s wardrobe had shifted from the uptight prissy bitch who had first entered their floor, more color and sharp cuts showing up in Violet’s clothes as she got to express herself more and more.

“But since there’s a good chance she’ll actually look at me since I’m going with Sutan, I have to stay on theme without being flashy or cheap or one of the million other things she refuses to accept.”

“The bedazzling offer still stands,” Jovan smiled, taking the last bite of his afternoon muffin, and Violet rolled her eyes.

“How did you two meet anyway?” Maxwell took a sip of his coffee. “You and Sutan I mean.”

Bob perked up immediately, his stomach doing a happy flip.

“Oh?” Violet looked surprised, like she genuinely hadn’t expected them to be interested. “You want to hear about that?”

“Yes!” Bob grinned. “Yes yes yes yes.”

He and Maxwell had been discussing how to get Violet to spill the dirt the entire week, and now, the chance was finally here.

“Well.” Violet paused, tapping her fingers on the table, like she was trying to decide if she should share, and Bob was about to burst with curiosity.

“Spill it!”

“He bought me a drink at the Vogue Fashion Fund, and asked me on a date a few days later.”

Bob waited for a beat, but Violet was simply smiling.

“What?! That’s it?!”

Of all the things Bob had imagined, this was by far the most disappointing answer.

“Pretty much.” Violet shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee with a glint in her eyes.

***

IVY: okay so you know i hate gossip

ROXY: Oh yeah me too gurl

IVY: lol

IVY: No really

ROXY: Yeah yeah whatcha got?

IVY: The dress Courtney’s wearing today?

ROXY: Oh yeah, she’s really upping her game

IVY: Well...it’s familiar…

ROXY: Oh yeah?

IVY: I asked Laganja to run some photos. Here’s BDR at last year’s Monsoon Foundation Charity Luncheon

[Picture: Bianca wearing the dress]

ROXY: BITCH!!!!!!!!111

***

“So yeah, these are the ones I like...what do you think?” Trixie asked, chewing nervously on the inside of his cheek. “I really need to find someone that Fame will love, she was so annoyed at the last batch.”

As Pearl picked up one of the portfolios to glance through it, she couldn’t help but notice how rough her friend looked, like he hadn’t slept in a week. He probably hadn’t, she realized, the tension in the apartment so thick you could cut it with a knife. She’d been trying to give them both space, but maybe that wasn’t a good idea.

“So, um…” She looked through the first portfolio and then picked up the next one, pausing on pages she found interesting. “Is everything okay? How are you?”

“Uhh…” Trixie scratched his head, then finally said, “It’s been a hard week.”

“I’m sorry, man.”

“It’s okay,” Trixie sighed. “We’ve got our- She’s got an appointment with a doctor tomorrow. So I guess, after that, we’ll know for sure.”

“Right.”

He didn’t seem to want to talk about it any more, so Pearl dropped the subject for the moment. She pointed to one of the photos, a stunning blue piece with dramatic shoulders, exactly the type of shapes to which Fame was generally drawn.

“This is amazing.”

“Yeah, right? She seems super talented, although I worry that she’s only been out of school for less than a year. A little green, a little…” Trixie sighed again, “Over-confident sounds mean, but…over-confident.”

“Have you spoken to all of them yet?”

“Yeah, Rita checked all their references and I had Skype interviews with all the top candidates this morning. We’re trying to move quickly, I really need to get the ball rolling before we shut down for the holidays. And with the added bonus of getting them a visa...it could be a mess. Anyway, these are the very best, but I don’t want to put them in front of Fame unless they’re actually gonna impress her.”

“Uh huh. One question though…”

“Sure.”

“Are you looking for another sociopath, or are we moving in a new direction?” Pearl asked, a teasing smirk on her face.

“You’re hilarious,” Trixie deadpanned.

“I know.” Pearl tapped on the folder, saying, “I think this one is special. There’s a lot of range, and new ideas, but very classic and chic at the same time.”

***

“Ho...ly shit…” Bianca said, the door to her town car open, watching Courtney twirl in her new coat, then open it to give her a peek at the sexy sequined mini-dress underneath. Bianca pulled her into the car, giggling, a hand immediately sliding up her bare thigh.

She was mildly surprised when her fingers came into contact with soft cotton instead of the sexy lace she’d been wearing.

“Wow, these feel...breathable.”

Courtney laughed. “Yeah, well, I’m out of fancy underwear until my next trip to the laundromat. Sorry about it.”

“Nah, I like them. Reminds me of college.” She flashed a grin at Courtney, who was now straddling her on the leather seat, arms around her neck.

“Yeah?” Courtney tilted her head, teasingly evading a kiss as Bianca chased her lips.

“Mmm…” Bianca’s fingers slipped into the panties, squeezing her ass.

“I like this, too…” Bianca’s own coat was unbuttoned since the driver had the heat on full blast, and Courtney ran her thumb along the neckline of her blazer. “You look so sexy…”

Bianca said nothing, just gave her a wicked smirk, lips finally coming into contact with her neck, lingering there, hot breath against her pulse point making her whimper.

“We should probably wait until after the-” Courtney inhaled sharply, clutching Bianca’s shoulders. “-after the party.”

“Alright, alright…” Bianca acquiesced, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and removing her hands. “I can be good if you can.”

“Debatable,” Courtney responded, her eyes flashing with a naughty glint as she sat down beside Bianca, snuggling up against her.

“It’ll be a fun little experiment.”

***

Violet was standing in Sutan’s closet in her pajamas, flipping through her clothes, her lip between her teeth.

None of it looked right, and Violet had given up on even trying on the dress she had originally gotten to go as Fame’s assistant, the skirt's mermaid cut making it impossible to move in with her crutches.

If her foot hadn’t been broken, she would have trawled her preferred vintage shops weeks ago, or would even have made a dress herself, but the party was in two days, and because of Bianca’s birthday, she couldn’t even empty her savings account to get a dress that could live up to the expectations of a Galactica party.

She was completely, and utterly, fucked.

“Fuck,” Violet sighed, dumping down in the arm chair Sutan had been sweet enough to move to his closet so she could sit.

“Violet? Are you okay?”

Violet cursed to herself, Sutan naturally catching her at a moment where it absolutely did not suit her.

“I’m okay!”

But of course, it wasn’t in Sutan’s nature to leave her alone, her boyfriends head poking through the door seconds later, a concerned expression on his dumb face.

“What’s gotten into you?” Sutan was fresh from the shower, his black and grey hair in an unstyled cloud around his head.

“You’re going to laugh.” Violet crossed her arms, the annoyance still under her skin, rolling around her body.

“Try me.” Sutan stepped inside, a towel wrapped around his hips, his hand holding it in place.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

Sutan snorted, and Violet pointed at him.

“See!” She exclaimed. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Okay, okay, I admit that wasn’t my greatest moment,” Sutan chuckled, giving her a quick apology kiss, Violet sinking back into the chair as he walked over to his dresser. “but the good news is that your problem is easily fixable.”

“I can’t just go out and buy a new dress.” Violet tried not to roll her eyes, tried not to make this a fight, but it was like Sutan had decided to press every single button she had. “I can’t afford it.”

Sure, she had gotten a pay bump after moving to design, but she had already used her December budget on Christmas gifts for everyone, actually spending the day with people so much more expensive than what she usually did, which was a movie on her ancient laptop and wine by herself.

“Who says you have to pay for it?” Sutan pulled a pair of pajama pants out, throwing his towel to the side, now naked which would have been weird if Violet hadn’t been used to years of dressing rooms. “I’m planning on getting a new suit anyway,” Sutan balanced on one leg, pulling the pants on, “and the shoppers at Barney’s are great at what they do.”

“Are you serious?”

“What makes you think I’m not?”  Violet watched as Sutan pulled a t-shirt on too, running a hand through the hair Violet knew he’d struggle to style in the morning, but that he was also done dealing with it for the night.

“I don’t want your money.” Violet sighed, sitting up in the chair, Sutan finally ready for bed.

She liked staying with Sutan, she really did, the man kinder and more generous than Violet could ever have imagined, but she was also longing to go back to her own place, to have her own space and to spend time completely alone.

She knew her apartment wasn’t much, that it didn’t have air condition or an elevator, that she didn’t have a memory foam mattress or a dishwasher or a housekeeper that came to clean, but it was hers.

Violet knew a psychiatrist would probably consider her need for independence a flaw, something she should work on, but she didn’t want to rely on anyone ever, not even Sutan.

“I can figure it out.”

“Oh that, I don’t doubt,” Sutan smiled, holding a hand out to help Violet out of the chair. “But there is a difference,” Sutan pulled, his hand finding her hip as soon as she was upright. “Between being prideful and being stubborn, lovely eyes.”

Violet shot him a look, and Sutan laughed, giving her nose a quick kiss.

“I’m offering to buy you dresses, not a penthouse.”

Violet opened her mouth to protest, but for once, Sutan was faster.

“You’re going to several parties for my sake. Let me spend money on you.” Sutan rubbed his thumb up and down, gently caressing Violet’s hip. “Please?”

“I’ll consider it.”

***

Being at this elite music industry party with Bianca was thrilling, and Courtney was on cloud nine. She was beside herself with excitement when she got to meet Charlie Hides, unable to stop herself from gushing about her work on Tove Lo’s album.

“Well thank you, darling,” Charlie said.

“Courtney’s a singer too,” Bianca added, and Charlie’s face perked up a bit.

“Oh yeah?”

“Well, aspiring,” Courtney couldn’t help admitting, immediately kicking herself for her inability to fake it.

“She’s incredibly talented,” Bianca said, a hand touching Courtney’s elbow, grounding her.

“You should send me your demo,” Charlie said, picking up two glasses of champagne from a passing tray and handing them over.

“Really? Thank you so much!” Courtney exclaimed, momentarily forgetting that she didn’t have a demo.

“Sure thing,” Charlie said with a grin, before excusing herself to greet another guest. Before she left, she gave Bianca a hug, muttering, “Very cute, B.”

After she walked away, Bianca turned to Courtney with a smirk. “She’s subtle, huh?”

“I think I’m gonna pass out,” Courtney said, and Bianca squeezed her hand.

“You’ll be fine. You’re doing great,” she assured her. “I see another producer I know, let’s say hello. Olivia!”

She waved across the party to a beautiful Black woman with the most fabulous hair Courtney had ever seen in her life. The woman looked up, sending Bianca a beaming smile as she crossed the room to greet her.

“Bianca!”

“Hey Liv, I haven’t seen you in forever!” Bianca said, giving her a hug.

“I know! I’ve been in L.A. for most of the year. Just decided to come back to New York in time for this delightful gray sleet we’ve been having,” Olivia said, that dazzling smile softening her words.

Bianca laughed, turning to Courtney.

“Court, Olivia Lux is an awesome producer. Liv, this my friend Courtney. She’s a singer.”

“Hi!” Courtney prepared for a handshake or some air kisses, only to be swept up into a warm hug. “So nice to meet you!”

“Charlie wants to hear a demo, but she hasn’t gotten the chance to record anything yet,” Bianca said. “Any chance you’re free? Or are you still booked up solid until the end of days?”

“No, I’ve got some time in January. What kind of music do you do, sweetie?” Olivia asked, turning to Courtney with that lovely smile.

“Um… Well, I guess it’s kind of like… Pop, but kind of folk?” Courtney said, trying to think on her feet.  “Like Joni Mitchell meets Kylie Minogue?”

“Sounds absolutely glorious!” Olivia said, and Courtney felt her confidence grow. “I know what it’s like when you’re starting out. That shit is terrifying.”

“I’m gonna go grab us some drinks…You two have fun,” Bianca said, leaving Courtney Olivia to talk shop.

After a couple of minutes, Courtney found herself feeling like she was with an old friend. She was just so warm and open, telling Courtney about her own career as first a recording artist, then a producer and composer, making her feel completely at ease--and shockingly interested in Courtney’s own musical taste. When Bianca returned with three cocktails, Olivia put an arm around Courtney and told her, “I’m in love with your friend.”

“Oh yeah?” Bianca said, amused. She handed them both drinks, adding, “Glad you guys are getting along.”

“Getting along? We’re gonna elope,” Olivia said, and Courtney giggled, smiling brightly, happy to have found someone so kind and down to earth.

“Mazel Tov,” said Bianca, giving Courtney a wink.

“Seriously though,” Olivia said, turning to flash Courtney that megawatt smile again. “Why don’t you hit me up and we’ll arrange for you to come into the studio?”

“That would be amazing!” said Courtney. She was so happy, she had to fight an urge to kiss the bottom of Olivia’s glittery heels.

“Perfect!” Olivia said, leaving them both with another round of hugs.

“That went well,” Bianca said, smirking at Courtney over the top of her glass.

“Yeah!”

“Come on, I want you to meet my friend Derrick. She’s a choreographer…”

Later, after about the 20th intro, Courtney began to catch on to a troubling pattern.

“Hey guys! This is my friend Courtney…”

“Meet my friend Courtney…”

“Courtney’s a friend of my sister.”

Friend, friend, friend...

At no point, to anyone, did Bianca say (or even imply) that there was something going on between them-- and Courtney wasn’t sure what to make of it. It wasn’t like she expected for Bianca to call her “my girlfriend.”

They hadn’t had that conversation, and something told Courtney that after tonight, it was a long way off.

She tried to put it right out of her head, though, and focus on the positive. She was at a great party, meeting a ton of music industry professionals, and yeah, maybe Bianca called her “friend” about 800 times, but friends were good, right? Especially considering how much Bianca loved her friends.

She continued to enjoy herself, greeting people, trying her best to learn their names, and just being grateful that Bianca had even brought her through the door. So what if she didn’t want people to know about their relationship? Or if this was just a casual fling for her? She was still doing more for Courtney and being more supportive than anyone she’d ever known.

It was close to 2 am when Bianca put a hand on her lower back and leaned in close--the most intimate gesture since they’d walked in the door.

“You ready to take off?” Bianca whispered.

“Sure,” Courtney said, slightly relieved since she could feel her own energy fading, and knew that making it to work by 7:45 the next day would be a struggle.

They said goodbye to Charlie and grabbed their coats, making their way downstairs to the waiting towncar. It wasn’t until they were on their way that Courtney really let everything hit her, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I…” Courtney swallowed.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“You sure about that? What’s wrong?”

Courtney shook her head vigorously as traitorous tears slipped down her cheek. “Nothing’s wrong, everything’s perfect.” She wiped her face, disgusted with herself.

“Then why are you crying, angel?”

“Because…” Courtney squeezed her eyes shut,  positive that she was about to ruin everything. “Because you’re just…making all my dreams come true.”

“Okay. Yeah, I can see how that would be upsetting.”

“No, it’s just…I'm scared, that it’s all gonna disappear,” Courtney said, now unable to hold back the river of tears. “You’re gonna get bored, or meet someone else, and I…I’m falling for you so hard and I know it’s too fast and I-”

“Hey, look at me.”

Courtney turned to her, eyes liquid, sniffling.

“I have been having…the best time with you,” she said, taking one of Courtney’s hands in both of hers. “And I know that it’s still new, but I said that I’d help you with your career and I will. No matter what happens with us. I promise. And I don’t break promises. Okay?”

Courtney nodded slightly, then asked, “Why don’t you want people to know about us? Are you ashamed? Are you just...already looking for a way out?”

“What?”

“You just kept introducing me as your ‘friend’ all night, and I just thought that it meant you don’t care about us, or that-”

“No! I dunno, I guess we haven’t really talked about labels, and I wanted to make sure everyone took you seriously,” Bianca said. “Took your talent seriously.”

“Oh.” Courtney sniffled, feeling a little stupid for letting her insecurites get the better of her.

“Also…you know, a lot of the people there were…mutual friends of…”

“Of?”

Bianca sighed slightly, a sheepish smile on her face, then said, “I guess it’s time to come clean to Fame and Raja, huh?”

“Really?” Courtney looked at her with surprise.

“Well, yeah. I don’t want us to feel like we’re sneaking around. That shit gets old real fast.” Bianca kissed the back of her hand. “I’ve been selfish, I was trying to do this without getting them annoyed at me, but…It’s not worth it if it makes you feel like I don’t care. Because I do.”

Courtney bit her lip, feeling like she might burst into tears again, but this time from joy. She took a deep breath, trying to get her racing heart to calm down.

“When do you want to tell them?”

“Well…the Galactica party’s on Thursday. Wanna be my date?” Bianca asked, a sly smile deepening her dimples.

Of course, they’d both been planning to go to the party, but Courtney had resigned herself to the idea that they’d be there separately. She’d even asked Tati to come as her plus one, not believing for a second that going with Bianca was a possibility. After all, it was so soon.

“That’s in two days!” Courtney exclaimed, eyes wide.

“Yeah… Does that work for you?”

For a second, Courtney felt almost dizzy, imagining walking into the party on Bianca’s arm. There was no way in hell that it wouldn’t cause a stir...but the idea of everyone seeing them together, while a bit frightening, was also terribly exciting.

“Okay. Yeah, that sounds...perfect,” she said, eyes shining happily.

“Okay then,” Bianca said softly, pressing a kiss to Courtney’s cheek.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Post!ROK Yata has turned into a dependable man lately and Anna, in the midst of puberty develops a crush on him but Yata is completely oblivious and seem to be hitting it off with Fushimi (like maybe they’re otw to dating). Kusanagi panics and goes Mikoto, Totsuka What should I do. Fushimi also noticed and he’s between being amused, and a bit insecure because he’s competing with another king AGAIN and anna is lost in first crush feels (later she settles for minoru lol joking)

Honestly this would be kinda cute, Yata getting to be Anna's first crush XD (It would be an honor except once he finds out it's like okay either Saruhiko's gonna kill me or Kusanagi-san is). Like imagine post-ROK things have started to settle down, Yata's doing his best to keep supporting Anna who's started going to school like a normal kid. The Homra guys are all chatting about how they bet their King is super popular at school, wondering when she's going to get her first crush and all that. Kusanagi laughs but he's also being a little protective too, Yata's like any guy Anna likes better like her back and not break her heart or I'll kick his ass. Anna walks in and Chitose tries to ask her if there's any guys at school she likes, Dewa puts a hand over his mouth and tells him to hush, and meanwhile Anna just looks at Yata really quick and blushes slightly as she says she's going up to her room. The Homra guys are wondering if this means she does have a crush, Yata's like wait why did she look at me.

So then a few days later Fushimi stops by the bar to pick Yata up, the two of them have been hanging out more lately and maybe they've just confessed their feelings and are in the awkward 'just began dating' period. They haven't really announced it to anyone yet, Kusanagi knows and Munakata of course knows but they haven't said anything to anyone else. While Fushimi's waiting Anna happens to walk into the bar and asks if Fushimi's waiting for Misaki, he says he is and she wonders out loud when Yata will be back. She gets this little blush on her face, Fushimi asks if she's okay and Anna says she's fine, going back upstairs. As she goes by some papers fall out of her school bag, Fushimi happens to pick one up and maybe Anna's like drawn a little heart with Yata's name on it or something. Yata comes in while Fushimi's holding and sees the paper, teasing Fushimi for liking him so much he doodled on Scepter 4 work and Fushimi clicks his tongue and says that's Anna's homework. Yata's like 'wait why would Anna...' and then he remembers that little blush from the other day.

Kusanagi hears them talking and probably thinks there's no way Anna has a crush on Yata but then later when she's helping him make dinner Kusanagi talks to her and kinda manages to get it out of her that she has a crush. She doesn't say Yata's name but it's clear who she's talking about and Kusanagi just like gives her this tight smile with possibly a slightly twitching eyelid, wondering if Yata should stay away from the bar for a few weeks or months. Yata's probably like kinda flattered that Anna likes him but he also doesn't want to break her heart ('wait am I gonna have to kick my own ass now'). He's talking to Fushimi about it and Fushimi just shrugs, Yata can tell his expression is a bit tight and Yata's like come on you're not gonna be jealous of Anna right. Fushimi says he isn't but he can't help but think about like here's another King that wants to take Misaki's attention away from me. Kusanagi isn't helping things by making comments about Yata not getting too close to Anna and Yata's just like will you two chill she's like my little sister (and then Anna overhears that and gets upset and now everyone's mad at Yata for possibly making her cry and poor Yata just can't win).

[drawlfoy]

Drawn to You (cheesy but i refuse to change it)

masterlist request guidelines requests are open!

pairing: draco x ravenclaw!reader (finally! my first ravenclaw reader!)

request: yes! i’m pairing two together, kind of...if you requested the draco x ravenclaw reader without any other plot specifications other than him being jealous, this one is kind of for you. i didn’t know how to fit the jealousy part in, but you sounded thrilled to have anything ravenclaw and this was next on my list and i didn’t know what to write since i had no other plot points. also...the person who sent this request in, this is for you as well! it’s getting out much sooner than expected, but that’s just because i’m combining.

summary: draco notices a ravenclaw girl doodling him in class and decides to confront her.

warnings: none! just sweet fluff, maybe some cursing.

a/n: oof i’m so sorry for not posting anything for a while! i’ve been going through a rough introspective moment in my life when it comes to my relationship and i feel like i’m on the verge of a breakup and i just kinda feel shitty, so that’s why i’m not writing as much as i should be. i’ll be okay, though, i have no doubt about it. if you have words of wisdom i’m all ears haha. also shoutout to my laptop for deleting the draft of this and making me rewrite the whole thing LOL

music recs: orpheus under the influence from the buttertones

word count: 1,812

taglist: @accio-rogers

Umbridge was a horrible teacher, even when she wasn’t acting bigoted and racist. Her classroom was so soulsuckingly boring that even her Slytherin pets found themselves tired of it. 

So, naturally, as Umbridge instructed the students to copy down a passage from their blasted textbook three times, Draco Malfoy couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across the room.

He was always an efficient writer and made quick work of the task, but as he scanned the room, he found that no one else was in the same boat as he was. He ran his fingers through his hair, already drafting the letter that he’d send his father when he got back to the dorms about how Umbridge sucked the life out of every class and that the ministry ought to do something about it. His father would find something to do to make her treat students, or at the very least, Slytherin students, better.

The back of his neck tingled, like someone was watching him. Draco’s eyes shot around the room, trying to see if another pair of eyes were trained on him. 

There. 

It was a brief moment, but he had seen a girl with Y/H/C hair duck her head down at the table by the door. Looking closer, he could see a blue and bronze tie around her neck. The girl was wearing her uniform, but it looked slightly tampered with--a brooch and a flower were attached to her lapels and a midnight blue scrunchie resided on her wrist. 

Ah, he knew who it was. He had never spoken directly to Y/N Y/L/N before (he was never close to any Ravenclaws), but he often saw her floating through the halls, conversing quietly but passionately with her friends at meals, and curled intently over what he thought was a journal in the library. She had a slightly dreamy vibe, but not in the loony Luna fashion...it just seemed as though she looked at everything around her through a different, more delicate lens.

Draco knew he needed to stop observing her like a creep, but there was something off about the Ravenclaw. She was intently focusing on a piece of parchment in front of her, but her textbook was forgotten and pushed off to the side.

She swiftly glanced up again, meeting his eyes and freezing for a moment. A soft rose began blooming on her cheeks as she tried to nonchalantly scan the room, pretending like she wasn’t just looking at him. After she seemed satisfied, she ducked back down to whatever she was working on.

Then it hit him. Her hand was moving in methodical but varied strokes and she often spun the parchment to regard it at a new angle. Draco realized that she wasn’t writing--no, she was drawing something. 

He leaned forward in his chair, attempting to catch a glimpse of the picture. His tries were in vain, however, as he was much too far away to make out anything.

Draco was overtaken by an intense curiosity to know what she was drawing, and in typical Slytherin fashion, he had a plan. 

Raising his hand, he asked Umbridge if he could go to the loo. She quickly granted permission--he was one of her favorite students, after all. 

He rose up from his chair, carefully maneuvering his path so he would be forced to walk past Y/N’s table to get to the door. The girl was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even hear him approaching.

However, once he saw what she was drawing, his previous swagger and slyness crawled into a hole and died, instead leaving him frozen with shock.

Y/N’s careful hand was meticulously adding eyelashes to a sketch of him leaning over his own textbook and writing, as he had been doing just minutes before. Picture Draco’s eyes were narrowed in gentle concentration, her handiwork capturing the intelligent glimmer in his eyes just perfectly. A piece of hair hung over his forehead, just barely tickling his brow. 

Suddenly self conscious, Draco reached his hand up to feel his forehead, and sure enough, a stray hair lay there. 

She had done a really good job. It was almost as if she had taken a picture and pressed it into the parchment, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

The sudden rustling of his robes jolted Y/N out of her trance, and just as she was beginning to look up at Draco, he bolted off, his mind racing even faster than his feet.

♥♥♥♥

“You’ve got an admirer, Y/N!” Melanie, a fellow Ravenclaw, giggled into her ear. 

“Huh!” Y/N responded, looking up from her dinner plate.

“Yeah, look over at the Slytherin table, you’ll see.” The blonde shoved her shoulder playfully, motioning with her head. 

Y/N raked her eyes up and down the table, not seeing anyone in particular, until she stopped at the very end of it. 

Draco Malfoy’s eyes were unnervingly bore into hers from across the hall, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“Are you sure he’s admiring me, Melanie?” Y/N quipped, nervous amusement creeping into her tone. “He looks like he’s going to skin me alive instead.”

Melanie shrugged, spearing a roasted carrot on her fork. 

“You never know with those Slytherins. They’re so unpredictable. One day they’re all over you, the next...” Melanie sighed, and Y/N had a feeling that her friend was no longer offering advice, rather sharing her own personal experience with one Pansy Parkinson. 

“I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that,” Y/N comforted, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re more than someone to experiment around with, and you’re gonna find your person one day!” 

They were silent for a few moments.

“Speaking of finding people,” Melanie said, “Where did Draco go?”

Y/N looked over to where he had been sitting moments before, only to see his seat vacant. The Slytherin table looked oddly empty without their token head of silvery blonde hair. 

She only had a few moments to wonder before a throat cleared behind her. Spinning around, Y/N was greeted with the sight of a rather flustered looking Draco Malfoy.

“Er... hey, Malfoy, can I help you?” Y/N cringed at how professional she sounded, like a saleswoman welcoming him into a store.

He cleared his throat again. 

“Yeah, can I talk to you for a second?” He stayed stationary, his eyes flickering nervously and refusing to meet hers. “Alone, if that’s alright?”

Y/N shot Melanie a what the fuck look and received an identical one back before standing up. 

“Sure, where do you want to go?”

♥♥♥♥

Y/N followed the Slytherin out of the Great Hall and to a quiet corridor, all the while wondering what was wrong. Draco had never spoken directly to her, and while she’d always admired him from afar, she never imagined them having a conversation. Maybe he had seen her drawing him?

She pushed the thought away. There was no chance.

“Let’s sit here.” Draco’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts as he motioned to an empty staircase. 

They sat down, leaving a healthy few inches between them. Draco fiddled with his robes as Y/N picked at her fingernail polish, justifying her actions by reminding herself that they were chipped anyways.

“What’s up?” Y/N finally asked, breaking the awkward silence. 

“Well, I, er, noticed something in class today that I wanted to speak to you about,” Draco said. 

Were his hands shaking?

Y/N had no more time to wonder as the truth of the matter hit her. Of course he had seen the sketch of him in DADA. She had thought she was sly about it, but there was no other reason for him to be talking to her.

Recognizing the realization displayed on her face, Draco leaned a bit closer.

“It was a beautiful drawing, by the way,” he informed her softly. “But I’m sure you already knew that.” 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N blurted. “I know that I should’ve asked first. That was super creepy of me to do. I swear I’m not some sort of stalker...her class is just so--”

“Boring?” Draco cut in, one eyebrow raising in amusement. “Yeah, I know. And it’s alright...I just want to know why you did it.”

Y/N froze, another blush creeping up on her already hot cheeks.

“I don’t know, I was bored, and you were in good lighting,” she lied, hoping he wouldn’t notice. 

“Why didn’t you sketch Goyle or Crabbe? They were next to the window with me,” Draco pushed, bumping her shoulder and making her suck in a quick breath. 

“I...er....I just do whatever my inner artist desires,” she responded lamely. “You just looked so focused, and your hair is really fun to draw, so...”

She stopped herself before she could let anything else slip out.

“Oh, so you’ve done it before?” he teased, an infuriatingly calm smirk forming on his lips. 

“None of your business,” she grumbled, breaking the eye contact and scooting away from him.

Draco waited a few painful seconds before shifting the same distance closer to her. 

“I don’t want to upset you,” he said truthfully. “I honestly think it’s cute.”

Y/N blushed again, resting her face in her hand to try and hide the evidence. 

“You don’t think it’s creepy?”  she asked, cautiously meeting his eyes. 

“No, how could I?” he answered, mirroring her actions. “I’m flattered, truly.” 

She allowed herself to smile shyly at him.

“Thank you for understanding, Draco, I appreciate it.” She let the words hang out in the air for a few moments before finishing. “I should really head back to my friends though, they’re going to start to get worried.” 

Draco smiled too, a rare break from his snarky facial expressions. Y/N made a mental note to recreate the exact scene in her sketchbook as well. 

“I know, me being a Slytherin and all,” he agreed. “Your friends are probably seconds away from telling Dumbledore that you’ve been kidnapped and murdered.”

“We really don’t think you’re that bad,” Y/N soothed. “They’d only assume kidnapping. They don’t think you’re cut out for murder.” 

Draco looked like he was about to argue, but he shut his mouth and grinned. 

“Well, Y/N, I’m glad I got to finally talk to you,” he said as he stood up, offering his hand to her.

“Me too,” she admitted, taking his hand. “I’ve got to be off now, but if you’d like, I can give you the sketch.” 

Draco was positively glowing. 

“I would say yes,” he began, “but then I’d lose my excuse to talk to you.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. She would’ve clasped her hands together as an anxious movement if she wasn’t clutching one of Draco’s.

“So what do you propose then?” she pressed, only stumbling over her words a little bit. 

“I hear Hogsmeade has even better lighting than Umbridge’s classroom.”

final a/n: woah this request was adorable and i’m in love with the person who sent it in tysm. also did not edit this and i don’t have any beta readers so i apologize for any glaring plot holes/mistakes. let me know what you thought of it!!

[19mrs-barnes17]

The Move

Summary: You have moved in with your Aunt in Queens and are starting at a new school

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Part: 1/2

Warnings: anxiety?

Word count: 2,273

A/N: This is my submission for @beckzorz 1k writing challenge! Idk where this went lol, but, I had fun writing so enjoy! (Shoutout to @asphalt-cocktail for helping me out)

You were absolutely pissed. Why? Why do you even bother?

Your parents decided they were going to ship you off to Queens, instead of letting you get a job to help out so you could stay in Chicago. Now, you stood in front of  an apartment building, suitcase growing heavy in hand. There was dread in your heart.

Making friends isn’t easy when you have social anxiety. With friends you could switch from chatter box to complete silence fairly quick.  Sometimes within the same conversation. It was almost as if you had a social fuel tank and the more you socialized the more it depleted.

You’d have to explain yourself all over again, find a new lunch seat, and new places to belong. This made you anxious.

Nerves were spiking and your annoying 13 year old cousin, Alec, was not helping in the slightest. He was playing some game and shouting into his mic. You rolled your eyes as you unpacked, your room was right next door. Paper thin walls. Great.

“Dinner!” Aunt Clarissa hollered from the tiny kitchen. You were still unused to being cooked for, it was almost always you making your own meals. Chicken Alfredo to a cup of ramen. The result varied.

Dinner was quiet, fueled by awkwardness that you felt responsible for, and ended rather quickly. Alec was soon back on his game and Aunt Clarissa began to wash the dishes. You sat in silence, alone. This felt normal. But somehow with people in the room it became colder, more isolated.

Your first day began with a tour from Liz, who you assumed was that girl  everyone just knew. And then, lunch. Liz offered for you to sit with her and while you were grateful, it felt odd. It wasn’t where you belonged. They talked of homecoming and boys, while you doodled in one of your many sketchbooks. You were no mega talent, but, you had always had this itch to create something. Anything.

“That’s really good (Y/N). You should take art here.” Liz was leaning in to study your sketch of a table across the room, all you had so far was one boy. “You should talk to him.”

“What?” It was the first word apart from ‘hi’ that you had spoken all morning, and she seemed surprised. A small smile danced upon her lips.

You turned back to your sketch, filling in details and outlining the boy next to him so Liz wouldn’t think you were obsessed. When you could feel her eyes leave your work, your pencil gravitated back to detailing the first boy’s face. He had kind eyes. What Liz may or may not realize, was that they were on her and not you.

Class felt slow, introductions were not needed since it was second semester, and you were behind on all subjects. So much for relaxing this weekend. Thank  god you had Gym next, at least no homework could stem from that. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised.

Somehow the slow day was better. At least something was going on, now you sat a little apart from Liz’s group on the bleachers. You were currently doing your best to ignore their gossip until you heard a familiar name.

“Spider-Man? Isn’t that the guy who shoots webs?” Liz smiles, but her friends roll their eyes at your lack of knowledge.

“Yeah. He’s like our neighborhood’s personal  hero.”

“And Liz is totally in love with him.” Liz shoved her friend playfully as she laughed and confirmed the statement. The others began to throw questions at her and you started to tune out until a boy, one of the two you began sketching at lunch, shouted across the room.

“Peter knows Spider-Man!” His friend was quick to his feet, stammering over an explanation.

Now this, is interesting.

Peter, who was the only complete part of the sketch you had elected to move on from, tried to cover his friend’s mishap. It was clear he didn’t want anyone knowing about his internship with Stark Industries. You grew curious. Liz invited him and his ‘supposed’ hero friend to her party.

“Oh. And you’re welcome too (Y/N).”

Fuck.

You were the opposite of a party person. You were always in the corner on your phone, no one electing to talk to you. You were not a dancer and knew maybe four people there at least 90% of the time. But with her looking you straight in the eye so sweetly, you found yourself having trouble saying no.

“Yeah, sure. Text me the address and I’ll be there.”

Your Aunt was surprised that you had already had an invite to a party, but didn’t have a car to take you there. You were furiously texting Liz in your last class of the day while the teacher brought up the PowerPoint. 

Liz: Try asking Peter Parker.

You know the boy you were sketching at lunch?

I think he might live around your area.

Great. Now she was just enjoying matchmaking. You replied with a tongue sticking out emoji before pulling out a notebook and pen.

Peter’s locker was directly across from yours, but your nerves began spiking. How the hell do you just approach someone like this? What do you even say?

“Um, excuse me? You’re Peter right?” He was so distracted he nearly jumped at the sound of your voice behind him.

“Yeah. And… you’re, uh, (Y/N). Right?” He seemed to have the same nerves he had around Liz and you suspected he was the same with all the girls.

“Yup. Um, you’re going to Liz’s party right?” He nods. “Do you think I could tag along? My Aunt doesn’t own a car.”

“Oh, uh, sure. My Aunt May should be okay with that.”

“Cool. Uh, here’s my number and address. You’re a lifesaver.”  He slipped the paper in his pocket as you walked  away.

Over Your shoulder you shot him a small smile and a wave before heading to your bus. When he began to follow you nearly facepalmed, recalling that Liz said he lived by you. You sat in the empty second seat, right side of the bus, blocking the other half with your bag. Peter and his friend sat behind you. Your headphones were in, and the rest of the ride passed in a blur.

God certainly wasn’t short on humor.

Peter seemed equally shocked that you were both approaching the same lobby door, curious as to how you missed one another.

“I missed the bus this morning.” He stated, as if answering your thoughts. “May drove me.”

“Ah. Oh, Thanks.” You nodded and walked through the door he held open.

Outfits lay spread out on the bed, your mind doing calculations a mile a minute. Settling on black leggings and a Harry Potter t-shirt (Marauder’s Map), you began debating a jacket. When a knock sounded at the door you gave up and tied one around your waist, just in case.

Peter stood awkwardly in the living room/kitchen, your cousin bugging him relentlessly. He looked like a tomato. You chuckled at the sight.

“Is he your boyfriend? He won’t say anything but ‘um’. Is he why you moved here?” Now you were rendered speechless.

“I-uh. Oh Jesus, just go play your game, will ya?” You rushed Peter out the door, grateful  Alec lost interest. “Sorry about him.”

Peter shakes his head like its no big deal before glancing down at your shirt.

“My eyes are up here Parker.” His eyes widen and somehow turns a darker shade of red.

“I-I was just admiring your Marauder’s Map shirt.” You giggled at his frantic mumbling, shaking your head.

“Only kidding. Shall we?”

The ride is only quiet when Peter’s Aunt pauses or runs out of questions. She is an extrovert in every way and you wish some of that would rub off on you before you entered the party.

“May this was a mistake. Maybe we should just drop (Y/N) off and go home.” There was no way you were letting this kid ditch. If you were going, then at least you’d have company in that corner you always ended up in.

“He’s so stressed out lately.”

“What helps with stress is going to a party. So, we should go to the party.” Ned was anxious to get inside and he was the only one.

The three of you stood on the lawn, gazing at the already raging party within. You glanced at Peter and saw your own nervousness reflecting back at you.

“Not a party person?” Peter leaned over and whispered.

“Not even close. I'm terrible at saying no.”

Inside the noise was  pounding off the walls. Kids stood with actual red solo cups in hand like it was a teen movie.

Some kid was already picking on Peter and it's not even 2 minutes in.

“Hey. You're the new girl, right?” The stranger flickered a smirk  as you nodded. “I'm Flash.” His wink had you staring in disbelief. Why would you be interested in someone who literally just insulted a person right in front of everyone on a mic.

“And I'm, not interested. C’mon, let's go get a soda or something.” Peter and Ned did their best to hide smiles as they passed him by.

“That was great. Can you do that again cause I wanna sell tickets to that show.” A girl leaned against the wall, a small smirk on her lips. “I'm Michelle.”

“We could have a Ted Talk on how to not be an ass.”  You couldn't help but laugh with her at the thought. “I could do it in like two lines.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. It would go something like ‘Don’t be a dick. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.’”  Peter nearly choked on his soda.

“You alright there Peter?” Liz appeared from around the corner, a look of confusion plastered on her face.

He smiles and nods, cheeks flushing. What a dork, you thought.

“Okay. Well... I'm glad you guys could make it. Have fun.” She was gone as quickly as she had arrived.

“I feel like my Ted Talks would have no chill though. I'm told I'm too open about topics that make people uncomfortable. Like periods and such.” Michelle glanced at you, smile growing.

“I think we'll get along just fine.”

It took you a few minutes to notice Peter and Ned had migrated toward the back door. You followed, sending Michelle a wave as you went. They became aware of your presence and their hushed mutterings ceased.

“Its okay if you leave us. Just so you know. You don't have to stuck around. We can find you later.” Peter didn't look you in the eye as he said this, instead opting to stare a hole in the floor.

“Oh.” That stung. You aren't sure why considering you hardly knew them. However, something had you feeling like this might've been your place. Ned. Peter. Michelle. You were a squad of misfits that seemed to piece together.

“He didn't mean it like that. You're more than welcome to hang with us.” Ned sent a sympathetic smile your way before leaning closer to whisper, loud enough that Peter could still  hear. “He’s just nervous.”

“What? Why? Cause of the party?” Ned shook his head and pointed at you. “Me? What did I do?”

Peter shook his head. He really was nervous. His hands were constantly on the move, in his hair or smoothing his clothes. His feet kept shifting his weight from one to the other.

“It's not something you did.”

“He just likes you.”

“Dude!”

“Is that true? Peter?” You felt bad because he clearly wanted to tell you himself. But, you couldn't help but smile at the fact that Peter had a crush on you.

Though you weren't quite friends, you could tell he was a good guy. You now knew the lovesick stares he had sent from across the room were directed at you, he had jumped at the opportunity to drive you, and personally came up to your apartment to escort you to the car.

“Peter…”

“I um…. I'm gonna get some air.” And just like that he disappeared out the back door.

You could see him pacing the yard, looking as though he was chastising himself. It was hard to contain your smile.

“I should go talk to him.”

“No. I'll talk to him. You enjoy the party Ned. Rock that hat with confidence.” He beamed as you stepped out into the yard and gave you a double thumbs up.

Peter's head whipped around at the sound of the door, face flushed.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Your voice was small. Now you were the nervous one. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine.”

“Liar.” He chuckles at this. A smile dances on each of your faces. “Is it true?”

Gulp. He nods.

“Peter…”

“Its okay. I get it. You don't feel the same. It's not like we've been friends for years. We're strangers.”

“Not for long.”

“What?”

“Well, Ned basically invited me into your friend group. So I'm not going anywhere. Because, for the record, I think you're a great guy. Also, I expect a seat at your table. Yeah?” Peter's smile widens at the prospect.

“Really?” You nod.

“I'm afraid you're stuck with me Parker.”

“I think I'll live.”

Something, whether it be adrenaline or courage,  gives you the strength to grab his hand and lead him back to the party. Or more specifically, the dance floor.

This was only the start. Maybe the move wasn't such a bad idea after all.

[mi1kteaa]

birds & cartoons - hrj

(gif cred: x)

⤷ Most soulmates weren’t given their journals till late teens, so when your soulmate found his filled with doodles and journal entries, an array of questions were to be asked

pairing: Renjun x Female Reader

genre: fluff, soulmate!renjun

warnings: not proofread lol

word count: 4.6 k

oneshot p.l: boop

a/n: okay some um, merry belated christmas! this was supposed to come out yesterday but jskdsd lol that didn’t happen. I found this prompt really cute so big props to the op who thought of it. my layout has changed, as well as this oneshot having pov shifts so hopefully you’ll get the gist, if not sorry i failed lol. happy holidays! maybe enjoy this with some hot cocoa hehe.

“Mommy what’s this?” You ask, eyebrows pointed as you play with the fabric string. Fingers tracing the gold foil engraving that held your name. You look up to your parents who held a similar gold hue in their eyes as they looked down at you.

“It’s a journal honey, for you” You dad chirped in. You looked back down at it, lips pursing at the thought of what you could do with this new journal of yours. You looked back up with bright eyes. Maybe you could trace a few of those birds and princesses from one of your coloring books.

“I can do anything I want with it? Like draw?” You said with sweet honey coating your voice, so sweet that could melt into your parents ears. And so it did. Your mom laughed, placing her hand on top of yours and giving it a squeeze.

“Yes, and maybe,” she pauses, looking up to your dad to take his hand too. “Maybe you could write in it about your feelings and yourself, for you or maybe someone else to read,” she smiled at you. While confused, you were too excited about the new drawings you could make in this new journal. You rushed to your room, running back out to give your parents a quick hug and a thank you before running back in.

Your parents gave a content sigh. Hands still intertwined, they gave each other a small peck on the lips, eyes hopeful. “Her soulmate’s gonna have a fun treat when they open their journal up aren’t they?” Your dad says, letting out a quiet laugh.

“Oh yes, yes they will” your mom smiled as your dad gave another gentle kiss to your mom’s temple.

And your mom was right, he did have fun going through all the entries that were going to be made.

Little six year old you was so excited to start using this journal of yours. When you closed your door shut, you immediately started tearing out some pages from your coloring book. Some princesses, some mythical creatures. Your smile shined bright as the vivid colors came to show, and your tracings were very accurate - well, at least accurate enough for a six year old. It sure made your parents happy to see you enjoying using it so much.

And so went on the next seven years, the journal to be buried in your desk drawer, only to be uncovered again by a prepubescent you. It had stopped with the drawings, and came with the journal entries. Everything was put in there, from your first period, to how your best friend and you had snuck out to hang out at the nearby park. Of course you couldn’t show your parents, but wasn’t that a part of adolescence? It’s okay you told yourself, this journal will just be your little secret with all the inner workings of your new teenage thoughts.

As the years came by, the journal slowly became more structured, a weekly log of how you were, pages dedicated towards your new interest. With now a little less than half of the journal used, it was time to find a new one to embark your new ideas as a growing teen. And with that, the journal was abandoned once again.

“Renjun, I’m sure you’ve heard of soulmates hmm? Perhaps your friends have told you,” his mother had told him. Her hands were behind her back, Renjun trying to peer over.

“Yeah I guess,” Renjun said, turning off the stove to turn fully. He thinks about his friends, Donghyuck and Mark, happy that they had found each other. “Why,” He asked sitting down with his mom.

“Well the way people find each other was not only a chance by fate, there’s something else” his mother lays out this leather journal, with his name engraved in gold. His eyebrows furrow looking back up. “I was waiting till you were at least 17, and now that you’re eighteen, it’s time you’ve ventured to find yours,” Renjun’s mouth goes agape, still very confused.

“Mom I don’t see how this journal will help me find who supposedly is the one,” He laughs jokingly. His mom joins in quickly.

“You’ll see, trust me darling,” His mom slides the leather booklet to him, getting up to kiss his temple and carry on preparing dinner. He took the journal to head to his room. Maybe call Donghyuck about it, maybe open it and doodle a bit. A page in this book wouldn’t hurt would it?

He shut the door, dropping down to his bed. He felt around the leather exterior, fingers flipping through the closed pages. It felt.. lumpy? He undid the fabric latch around the book and opened to the first page. It was a little drawing with this little princess, creatures surrounding it. Confused yet amused; he let out a chuckle once he saw the big initials written in the bottom corner. Eventually, pieces came together as the sketches did, and he laid down flipping through the pages.

A few pages in, the drawings stopped and writing came in. Some stories made him laugh, feel warm, and even sympathetic. One story caught his eye though. He read aloud slowly to himself.

“She had climbed through my window asking me if I wanted to go to the park across from our school. I had said no, but of course knowing Eunjoo for 6 years at this point meant that no would turn into a yes in a matter of minutes. ‘c’mon Y/n, it’s the last few days before we go to high school let’s celebrate’ I didn’t bother fighting, so we climbed out my window but not before going down stairs and taking a few snacks from our pantry. So with that, we found our way from my house to Seoul’s Hangang park. Our flashlight was barely lighting the few meters away from us yet we still made it.” Renjun laughed at the antics you had pulled. He closed the book, resting it on top of his chest.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n...” He repeated. The name felt like honey coming off his tongue. It was foreign and new, and to be quite frank he didn’t know what to make of it. He pushed the thought aside, deciding not to dwell on what it meant and ignoring the obvious thought. Instead, he picked up a pen, turning to a new page.

I like what you’ve done to our pages :)

Spring cleaning, oh what a time that was. You’re laid, sprawled on your bed in a starfish pose. You scroll through your social media, looking at everyone on their spring break traveling not being able to relate, as the most exciting part of your break was seeing a stray cat explore your yard. You sat down next to your desk, looking at the mini cupboards, filled to its max. You pull out each bundle, skimming through each seeing what they were. You blindly reach for one, feeling the familiar indent, the metallic feeling contrasting the leather.

Y/n, it read. The smile on your face accompanies all memories that flood your mind. You open the book, one by one reminiscing on the times you opened this book to write your inner thoughts into. You had wondered what happened to the book, the certain stop you put to the journal. Your eyebrows knot on the last page.

I like what you’ve done to our pages :) 

Our? The question of who did this arises. You hadn’t touched this journal since junior high. The dust on the cover proved your parents didn’t. No one had touched it. Still, you bring the book downstairs, your parents cleaning the kitchen. You peek through the separation of the living room and kitchen.

“Mom, Dad?” Your parents head turn, giving a short smile. They prop their cleaning supplies on the counter, walking towards you. “Have you written in this since you gave me?” You ask handing them the open journal. Their gaze towards each other causes your lips to curl, thoughts now muddled.

“No hon,” Your dad says, handing the book back. “But your mom and I might,” This excites you, but not knowing what to make of it. They sit you down on the dining table. A long talk comes your way, about soulmates and connections, and this convoluted story of your parents love story, one that made you in awe and gag all together. At the end, your mom takes your hand and places it on the journal. You smile at your parents, eyes shifting to the journal. Still, there’s a thought, one burning on your tongue.

“If everyone receives there’s later, then why did I get mine so young?” There’s a momentary pause.

“Well, we wanted you to have a sense of freedom with this part of you. Not feeling restricted, even from the start. I guess it gave your soulmate a chance to know you before you let them.” Your mom laughs. There’s another silence, a silence for you to process. “Are you okay sweetie?”

“Yeah, I am,” You say, partially true. The new information mixes clean in with the confusion you had previously felt. “Thanks,” You take the book, holding it to your chest, walking upstairs again.

You sit at your desk, surrounded by the mess you never cleaned up. A pencil is in your hand, unsure of what to write. Do you write an introduction, a who are you, a how are you? You dwindle on the ideas, biting on the plastic of the mechanical. A minute passes by and your hand finally moves even with the uncertainty.

thanks lol, sorry i took up half of our pages, no that was lame. You scribble the note away. Your eraser, has shed half of its shavings before you come up with the most simple tagline you could think of.

thanks haha, i’m y/n, you?

You shut the book shut, feeling tired and hungry. You try to tiptoe through the mess, deciding you’ll take a break from the progress you had made, if any. Flipping the lights off, you go downstairs to get something to eat, planning on coming back up later to check on things.

It was three days later in the early morning the next time Renjun looked at the journal. He had just gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed for school as he propped the journal open on his desk. A weird feeling came when he saw the reply. He hadn’t realized that he doubted that the journal was actually meant to be a connection. Renjun smiled, deep, soft breaths leaving his chest. He finished getting dressed and took a pencil out of his book bag.

i guessed from your old pages lol ~ i’m renjun, he closed the book stuffing it in his bag before heading to school.

He had seen his friends, a smile smothered on his face as he greeted them. The group became concerned, Jeno taking Renjun’s shoulder in his hand. “You good? Since when are you smiling so early?” Renjun’s lips part, but his tongue comes in between to stop the smile.

“I think my mom gave me a way to my soulmate,” he says, laughing. Donghyuck eyes pull up to his, a question seeping through his eyes. “Yeah, she gave me this,” He pulls out the journal, passing it to Donghyuck. “This isn’t violating anything right?”

“I hope not,” Donghyuck, flips through the pages. He laughs, handing it back. “She seem like a keeper,” he says jokingly. “What do you know about her?” 

“All I know is she’s from an area around here, and she’s around our age. Anything from the book,”

“Do you think she goes here?” Chenle asks. Renjun shrugs, not long before the bell rings. They all greet each other goodbye, heading to class. It was homeroom, the teacher sitting at his desk, reading a book. Renjun pulls out all his books, tossing a pencil on top of all of them.

Halfway through the lesson, Renjun feels himself zoning out. His fingers twiddle with the other, and his foot is tapping against the metal leg endlessly. Rather than looking at the board, he feels himself eyeing the notebook with daunting eyes. He pulls the book from the stack he’s made, opening the book. His eyes widen as he looks at the handwriting; the one that did not belong to him and the one with the name that somehow made his heart soften. He still couldn’t figure out why, maybe the whole soulmate thing was a placebo but, he let the feeling subside.

He lifted his hand to write something down, hiding it all on his lap hoping the if the teacher happened to peek, he could say he was taking notes.

I figured, i’m renjun

He looks up, propping his head into his hands wondering if he really was going to get anything out of this lesson. He plays with the string under his desk, mind dulled to the boring lecture his stats teacher was giving. It was only a few minutes that went by before he looks at his notebook again.

well hi renjun :), umm are you home or are you a student like me writing this in class haha

student lol, do you go to smhs? you seem to live nearby coming from your stories (hope im not a creep)

He waited for a bit, and realized that he probably shouldn’t have started with that. But instead of erasing he just kept waiting. His hand went in on impulse, thinking he had already fucked up.

sorry, i just thought that from your stories and-

He felt silly writing all of this down, but his hand stopped when he saw another sentence interfere.

no no you’re good i just almost got caught from mr. moon in bio ~ but yeah i go to smhs

He tittered at the mention of bio, remembering he had him next period. He was technically not on the roster, but his teacher’s assistant for his sophomore period but, he always can think of his carefree demeanor towards his younger second year class. Renjun had a response flash, but uncertainty came, him afraid it was too forward. Even so, he could erase it and it would’ve never happened.

i guess i might catch you outside next period then huh

That weird sting in his stomach came, and he almost instinctively reached for his lower torso. He waited, and waited for what seemed like the rest of the period. The eraser almost hit the paper when he saw the live writing again.

unlikely haha, you wouldn’t even know who you’d be looking for ~ plus we have lunch next you wouldn’t be heading for his block ;)

mmm then ill have to find another way to find more about you then

He felt weird, out of character. He wasn’t used to being so coy, or any bit of flirtatious. He felt wrong in a way, would he have been interested in this girl if he didn’t know they were destined for each other? The bell rung, and he packed his book bag heading out.

Perhaps stopping by the beginning of lunch to help him with his prep wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

You weren’t paying attention to Mr. Moon’s lecture whatsoever, much less even looking at the board. Mr. Moon claims looking at the clock slows down time but it couldn’t mean much since his was broken. You were beyond grateful at the moment for being seated in the back of the classroom. Your notebook was propped behind your backpack, eraser resting between your teeth.

You had heard of Renjun before, only from mutual friends and by off chance of him being brought up. You knew he was a senior, only one grade above you. That he was in a friend group with Chenle, a good friend of yours, and that he really enjoyed being in visual arts, trying his best to stay active in those sort of programs. Which to be honest, only added to the embarrassment of your toddler drawings. 

The bell rung finally, and you decided that on the off chance he came by, you’d leave some tangible hint if he came by. Maybe you were delusional, he couldn’t be this engulfed after one conversation. But the worst that could happen is Mr. Moon finding it and tossing it. 

miss me hehe ~ You scribbled the quick note, leaving it at your desk and walking up to turn in your assignment.

“Hey Mr. Moon, are you prepping today?”

The voice made you grip the sheet just a tad tighter. You set it, down giving Mr. Moon a flat smile, leaving as soon as possible. On your way out, you turned back to greet the him goodbye to see that Renjun had picked up the piece of paper. Your voice hitched, and you skid out of there as fast as you could.

You sat down next to Chenle at lunch, with a red tint in your cheeks and out of breath. He pat your back, afraid you were about to heave out the lunch you haven’t even eaten.

“You good? If you wanted to be first to get lunch, I already got you your plate,”

“Yeah, just kind of sprinted here sorry,” You laughed, pulling out your water bottle and the notebook, opening it among setting it down. 

you suck ~

The rest of the day went by slowly. You had only hoped that you would pass Renjun again. When you passed by, you got a waft of his scent that was made of fresh cotton and lilies. His face was composed of soft features, that could send you into serenity with one glance and one smile. You knew, and you weren’t sure what to make of it. Do you tell him? Do you wait for him to find out? But of course the crosswalk wasn’t enough time to figure that out, still the thought lingered as you walked home.

On the other hand, Renjun had walked home with tests from an extra period, courtesy of Mr. Moon and his busy schedule leaving the grading to Renjun. Without much thought, he realized that he got Mr. Moon’s 4th period, your period. He flipped through the pages, pulling out y/n l/n, as well as the ripped sheet paper he had managed to pick up and his notebook. He smiled once he saw that it all matched up before deciding it’d be smart to grade everything first.

Yours came last, and Renjun only smiled more seeing that you did well. He took the notebook in his lap, opening it to your last conversation, picking up his grading pen.

good job on your test, who knew the same girl who described her primary years as a stink hole could be such a smarty pants

Renjun wasn’t sure, but he hoped that your heart would flutter seeing this as much as the butterflies in his stomach did writing it. He was about to shower but wanted to add something. He couldn’t help but stare at the note you had left him. He grabbed a glue stick, and pasted it in, adding something below it.

thanks for this by the way ~ but i can assure you that one day i won’t :)

Seemingly, he didn’t find you. But the conversations kept going; months now actually, the end of the school year coming near. Silly ones, Cute ones, but the ones you cherished deeply were the ones where you endlessly talked about each other for hours. Deep into the night, hidden under your sheets with a flashlight as you scribbled what came to mind. The deeper it had sunken, the more worthy it was to you and you had started saving them into your notes.

Opening those always made you feel warm, reading what he had written only meant for you. Your notes were filled with jokes, and little notes of encouragement, notes that could melt your heart.

i still can’t believe mr. moon assigns those course grids and the fact that you drew an octopus?? 

chenle mentioned your name today ~ i didn’t know you two were friends, but you must have told him about me cause he refuses to let me meet you :(

i hope this isn’t too straight forward but from the little things i know about you (because you refuse to tell me more) i wonder what it would be like if we met. my friends seem so in love, and i wonder about us meeting one day. but im patient, and i know the meet will be worth it.

But this notebook was like clockwork and you were running out of pages. Both of you had started talking between the book, and now you had each others numbers. Tonight was a night of being on the phone, laying in bed just listening to the other. His voice was like honey, and it seeped into your ears every time.

“What are we going to do when we run out of the pages? I like talking to you through that book,”

“Oh? Well I like talking to you there too”

He chuckles through the phone and you feel yourself closing your eyes and sighing. His laugh was so calming, the small one where his voice is low and quiet, the minor crack it has before he stops. “And why is that?”.

It took you a second, trying to piece the words together. “I mean, I don’t know really. I guess th words seem so much more raw written down, it gives a different feeling than you telling me,”

“So I’m getting that you don’t like my voice?”

“No not that,” There’s a pause, you wait not sure how to explain. Instead you hope he picks up the conversation.

“I’m just joking, if anything I just wish I could finally put words to face, your voice to a face,” This is where your mouth closes. You two still hadn’t met officially. “Maybe I’ll get to meet you when our senior formal comes along,”. Chenle had helped keep you under wraps as just another one of his casual friends, and Mr. Moon was smart enough to not let anything slip, which was mainly under school policy but you still thanked whatever God was out there allowing that rule.

“I know, but it’ll come soon, I swear,” You say, hoping to find the courage to build up and meet him. He hums into the phone, a yawn coming. “I should let you go, it’s late and we have school tomorrow. Goodnight Renjun,”

“Alright, we will talk tomorrow okay? Goodnight Y/n,” He drifted off, and you couldn’t help but stay on the line a little longer. His soft exhales made you crack a small smile, one that would transform into a face splitting grin. 

“I don’t even know what’s holding me back, maybe it’s you already make me feel so,” You let out a small laugh, barely above a whisper. Even talking to the dead space that was on Renjun’s side was so comforting, just knowing he was there. “Goodnight Renjun,”. You hung up the line, the smile still spread on your face. Maybe it was because he made your heart leap so much already, you were afraid what it would do when you finally met face to face

It had been a week since your last call with Renjun. No mention of what you had said after he fell asleep came up, there was an ounce of you that hoped he was half awake to hear, but you let that wall inside of you bury it.

Now it was almost time for lunch, your head resting on your back pack, eyes suddenly becoming heavy. You hadn’t even realized that a person had coming in greeting Mr. Moon until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Y/n do you mind helping Renjun with some of AP bio A worksheets, he has more work than usual coming in,” Mr. moon points to Renjun who smiles at you when you look up. You smile nodding at Mr. Moon, as Renjun leads you to one of the lab stations set in the back of the room.

“Okay so we’re just grading second year lab questions, it shouldn’t be too hard,” He says in a quiet tone. You glance, eyes squinted even of his close proximity. “Yeah?” He asks, looking up.

“Yeah,” You purse your lips. He must still not know.. “Yeah,” you repeated, whispering this time. Mid grading, you felt a pair of eyes on you, a rose tint coming onto your face. Your head peeks up to meet a swift movement and Renjun who was looking down.

The lights come on, and you look back to your class who was now waiting for class to end and your teacher who was now sat as his desk. You turn back to Renjun whose head was resting on top of a leather journal with his name embroidered on the front.

“I kinda hoped us meeting wouldn’t be through grading second year students’ worksheets,” he laughed. Your mouth parted and your eyes must have been bulging out of their sockets. Instead of seeming embarrassed, you just laughed. Somehow, you still seemed unnerved around him even after the little mishap. 

“What gave me away?”

“A few things, you running out of here after I found the note, seeing you being the only girl hanging out with Chenle around school, Mr. Moon just saying your name, and the notebook that spilled out of your bookbag,” You looked over to see the book on top of everything, with gold name and all. Your nose scrunched, followed by a nod and a giggle. “Yeah, I think both of us thought it would be more,”

“Romantic? Bigger? Not so sudden?”

“Yeah in a sense,” He bit his lip as his head swung down, hoping not to laugh. “Well, hi Y/n,” He said, pauses and eyes diverted to the wall which only made you laugh.

“Hi Renjun,” You said giggling, the bell ruining the moment. “Do you want to walk me to lunch,” He nodded, taking his things.

The walk was very short lived, both of you had small steps, walking alongside one another in the bunched hallway. You talked, trying to overpower the other students that were also passing by. When you stopped in the lunch courtyard you waved Renjun goodbye when he stopped you by the wrist.

“I know we’ve been talking, but I’d love to get to know you better,” He pauses. “Possibly at our next formal?” You laughed, looking down on your feet, wrist still engulfed by his hand. He shifts his head, eyes wondering.

“We’ll see,”

“C’mon, you’ve left me hanging for awhile now,” He says, tugging on your wrist pulling you closer to him. You just stayed, smiling at each other aimlessly. “I’m taking that as a yes,” He said, starting to walk away, each step with a stride. Your entire face widened, scoffing playfully at his confidence. He turns back, shoulders shrugging, smile spread throughout his face.

“So you met,” Chenle said right next to your ear, you jumping slapping his arm causing him to flinch. “Really?” He said, slinging his arm around your shoulder as you two walked towards your designated table. You opened your book among sitting down to open to a new, and in fact final drawing. A sketch with a bird, and a note.

i didn’t have to meet you to fall for you, everything in this book was enough for me to see ~

the ending was rushed and felt unresolved sorry

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bts as boyfriends

a/n: tbh this was basically a list of things i just had swirling around in my head and its basically a continuation of my moments w/ bts and sleepovers w/ bts

Kim Seokjin

Squishes your cheeks together in his big ol’ hands because he can and because he thinks you look cute that way

Is highkey a fan of having matching stuff, but not full-blown couple outfits

thats where he draws the line >:|

Created a separate instagram account just to document the meals you guys have together on your date nights

Dumb (but cute) snapchats of him doing that fast yelling thing he does but he just tells you how much he misses you rly aggressively

also spams you with selfies and videos from other members’ accounts

Pets names hmmm

prefers to call you Doll 

yeobo seems too serious (its what his parents call each other)

Sweetie/Honey makes him feel like an old woman

On your one year anniversary he gave you a 5000 dollar watch but presented it in a box wrapped in printer paper that had his face printed all over it that he made in Microsoft word with some of the editing crew’s help

all of his gifts get wrapped this way 

Jin Is scary serious when you take a selfie together

“Babe, this isn’t the angle--quick lets move over here so we can still catch the light” ***proceeds to sprint ahead of you to some random spot where the lighting is optimal and hurry u over like “ >:( cmon the sun is setting” ***

Is not your typical PDA type, will do weird things just to embarrass you

puts his hand in your back pocket while you’re in the starbucks line and smiles when you give him incredulous side eye

rests his phone on your head to mock you for being shorter than him

Links arms with you like old lady gal pals while you’re walking because he knows you HATE IT

fake moans when you swat his arm for being weird and embarrassing

you shushing him and ending up just glaring because he has no shame and there’s an old man glaring at u on the subway

You can bet he tests out recipes on you!

some of ur most romantic nights have been when you come over just casually but the whole house smells like food he’s been tweaking

you sit at a stool by the kitchen island and he comes by with like 8 different sauces you need to try and noodles to test for texture

He is the type of boyfriend that thinks its funny to gross you out

he eats food the fell on the floor just to piss you off

will kiss u while he’s chewing gum :(

touches u with his bare feet  :((((((

Min Yoongi

Is less bold but NEVER lacking with his affection

Likes to take walks in any weather

E.g. Loves when its rainy because then you have to huddle close because he INSIsts on sharing an umbrella

E.g. Will even walk in the winter/end of fall because he likes to share mittens and scarves - this is the closest thing to cheesy you will ever get with him

Isn’t the type to send selfies

if he does, its just of his shoes of the day with an ironic caption like “rate my fit and i’ll follow back” 

Readily accepts all of your selfies, though

Upgraded his phone 2x just so he could have the extra storage to save all your photos

a lot of them are blackmail worthy, which is the reason for saving them half the time

Yoongi Is a champ when you get drunk

will hold your hair back

lets you spit your gum out into his bare fucking hand before u hurl and will not flinch 

rejects all of your lewd propositions, but may record you and play back your whiny drunk voice the next morning to make you reconsider taking shots next time (PS u dont ever reconsider)

he likes home dates too, obvi

usually you schedule naps at his place because everything about his bedroom is better than yours

mattress is huge and the perfect firmness

sheets are higher thread-count 

can sleep with his hand up your shirt all he wants because he doesn’t have any roommates at his own place

pillows are always cool to the touch BUT

he might schedule dates at your place if he’s been away and just wants to bury himself in your smell. Speaking of...

...Yoongo is a smeller

he is always smelling you, loves how you smell

He smells your hair while zoning out waiting for his americano to come out when ur at a cafe

He’ll wrap himself around you from behind and sniff your neck idly while he plays candy crush on your belly while u try to cook dinner

Nicknames vary on his mood/your behavior

brat - for when you’re being a brat duh

kid - default, all purpose and a little mocking

your last name when he’s feeling rowdy

your first name when he’s emotional

Jung Hoseok

Hobi always runs full force at u when he sees you even if you’ve been in each other’s faces all week

Whenever he’s bored and you’re nearby he’ll moonwalk around you

You love to watch him practice but you also hate it because if you make eye contact he’ll come over and try to pull you in to teach you

He’s tried to teach you to dance dozens of times and you never get any of his choreo

usually it ends in him maneuvering you into a slow 2 step

which then always becomes a tiny makeout session

but honestly so many other random activities you do together turn into makeout sessions because tbh hob is a bit of a greaseball

this means that half the time you’re ignoring him pawing at u and making cheesy jokes during inopportune times 

the other half of the time ur dragging him by the collar and looking for an empty room to take him into because u dig him and his cheesy horndog antics

He’s also lowkey highkey a dudebro

crowds you because he wants to chest bump and ur like “-.- again?”

kept trying to get your secret couple greeting to be that little surfer hand thingie he does with tae sometimes and u said no because neither of u are 8 anymore

likes spontaneous dates, so usually you’ll text him wyd and if he’s free he’ll just answer ‘coming to get u now’ and then you sigh and slip on your shoes and wonder when you’ll be able to have a date where its not 10:30 at night and you’re not wearing sweats and ur not going out just to go eat some chicken by the Han

You utilize all your privileges that you have dating him to visit Mickey

any time there is a break in the guys’ scheduling you say you want to visit mickey

He lowkey hates those days because you just lie on the floor next to mickey and eat the snacks his mom puts out and COMPLETELY ignore him

u and his sister take turns petting mickey and telling embarrassing stories about hob while he sulks in the corner

he gets revenge by taking 20 pics of ur back and doodling horns on ur head and spamming u with them

Probably would call you a bunch of weird things as a pet name

ducky, peaches, cutie, hotpot, captain etc.

sometimes calls you sweet thang but only when its after dark and he’s trying to make moves

Hobi is the type to always want idle touch but its not exclusively sexy u kno?

if you’re watching tv together he’ll have an arm slung over you

if you’re out to dinner, he gravitates towards booths so he can press his shoulder against yours

if you’re chilling in bed you HAVE to be rubbing his arm or else he’ll give you the most ridiculous pout [its so cute tho :’C ]

Thinks you’re the funniest person alive, is always laughing at stuff you said whether if was supposed to be a joke or not

which means he does that deep hiccuping giggle all the time and you just :’))))))

He’s so patient and let’s you test out all your new skin care products on him because he likes having your hands on his face and the way you talk softly half to him, half to yourself while you talk about what you’re doing

maybe its ASMR lmao

Kim Namjoon

The first thought you had after you started dating was that you could touch his dimples any time you wanted

so naturally you do

he has long since gotten used to you just touching them while he’s driving, reading, listening to music, just existing

the first time you did it he was just talking to you about something and when he felt your finger nudge his dimple 

Joon: “I feel like if we visited in the spring we could go frog catching and maybe then we could-----*you jam your finger into his dimple*

You: and? what were you saying?

Joon: uhhhh I forgot :0

a fan of couple outfits but not in the same sense Jin. its more like he likes to plan your outfits

he gets really excited when he thinks of something you would look good in and always gets really bashful right before he shows it to you because he wants you to like it

he has great taste and is very observant of u and ur style so there has never been a time where he has planned an outfit for u and u looked less than amazing

same for photos, he takes really good artsy photos of you all the time

thats what 80% of dates with him are

walking through the city at night so he can take a picture of you with the city scape behind you

or going to those instagram-able cafes in the city during their slow hours so he can pictures of your coffees and you sitting next to a pastel neon sign that says like Love Hurts or something edgy like that

taking photos like that one girl and her bf who travel alot on ig, u know the one

but u never actually manage to get a good shot like that because ur always like ‘joon my arm hurts why dont u be the girl’

He’s in general big on googling popular activities and getaways and making a big deal of documenting it 

as a result: he’s been working on a scrapbook and he thinks you don’t know but you and all 6 other members and even Bang PD know about the scrapbook

he gives it to you on your anniversary and even though youre expecting it, you cry

he takes photos of that too and it goes in the one for next yr lol

He calls you baby of course

but not in an exaggerated/pronounced way

it comes out super naturally and he says it more than he says your actual name

u better Get used to just turning around and catching him giving you that one soft smile he does with his whole face 

“is there something on my face?” 

“no, just enjoying the view <3”

Always wants to make your plate when u visit his home, and always ALWAYS gives you too much food

going there and realizing that maybe its a family thing as you watch his mom heftily scoop vegetables onto his dad’s plate while his dad looks on in worry about where he’s going to fit it

Using Joon’s lap as a pillow!!!

he can read and stroke your head while you snooze

him humming off key because he thinks it helps you sleep

Park Jimin

Before you started dating, Jimin seemed like the guy that everyone loves because he’s effortlessly cool and charming

And he is even after you start dating BUT

He is also a little praise monster and lives for your compliments

Jimin takes advantage of the fact that you are obviously enamored with him and will do things to fluster you on purpose

runs his hands through his hair because he knows you can’t look away

gets unnecessarily close to tell you things because he knows you get goosebumps when he whispers in your ear

plays chicken with you all the time

slow looks at u until u squirm

HE’s a menace

but also reminds you of a bumblebee

Jimin loves to go to see the latest comedy movies and those are always fun

Not because the movies are actually that funny (lowkey he has really bad taste in comedy movies), but because he will LOSE IT in the middle of the theatre and end up slumped over the armrest just laughing his head off

Cue the high squeaky laugh where he can’t even see the movie screen anymore because his eyes are squeezed shut :3

After the movie he always tries to retell funny scenes like

“And then *laughs* did you see the part where the guy *laughs* *laughs more* and then he *dolphin noises*

“Yeah, Minnie it was funny”

He always wants you to come to the gym with him because he gets an unnecessary amount of motivation from those gym couple accounts on instagram

You go in your big t-shirt and shorts and he goes in a similar outfit 

It always ends up with u watching him because again he looks good when he lifts weights and does squats

he likes the attention too 

Calls u cutie

but thinks its funny to sometimes address u as his favorite anime villian’s name ur always like hmm time to go now

He’s a feeder kinda like joon

YOu can’t ever eat anything by yourself, he always wants to cut things for you, spoon feed you 

he’s very caring

This means he also is super attentive when ur sick and will bring u soup and play cards in bed and always refresh ur water and bother u about taking medicine

Kim Taehyung

Everything with Taehyung is beautiful and u feel beautiful with him which is so amazing and crazy at the same time

He is a big cheerleader for u he loves everything u do

You made a badly folded origami and he shouted cute and was so genuine and got it laminated somehow and keeps it as a keychain accessory

He’s always showing you things

like some of his favorite classical art pieces that he’s saved pictures of on his phone

sometimes he tells you about how he can’t wait to plan the perfect trip to europe with u so u can visit some of his favorite pieces face to face

Always showing u his new (and old) favorite songs and movies

some of ur dates are going to see old films or foreign films at this one really hip theatre in the city

he bought a gramophone a little while back before u started dating and he loves to play records for you and lie with you on the floor and show u  the best parts of the song with his hands in the air

He has a fancy camera too that he uses to document “special moments”

when u asked him how come he always uses it to take picture of u then he was like everything with u is special and u had to tackle him and cover his whole face in kisses because he cant just say things like that without facing the consequences

He keeps a journal where he doodles in the margins and writes songs and poems that only some people have seen like yoongi or jimin

he tried to draw you once and it came out looking a little strange but he’s still learning and u love him for it

He also gets soo sooo excited when you show him your favorite things

u dont do it as much because they dont seem as cultured or pretty but u show him a movie from ur childhood that u still watch once or twice a year and his eyes were huge the whole time and he was so glad to watch it with you

Calls u Jagi because he likes what it means and its truly accurate

U guys are just on the same wavelength and he really appreciates that u dont find him weird or quirky or overly pretentious even

u finish each others sentences and can predict moods pretty well its a little scary for the guys to watch u talk to each other in half sentences and know what the other means

When u first met, it was through Joon because he thought u guys would click and he was super nervous and worried because a lot of ppl don’t really GET him

Maybe at ur blind date a song came on in the restuarant u were in and it was a song he really liked

and then u were really shyly like “it feels like when you find a really special spot in the woods that nobody knows about” and hes like

“yeah, it really does” and then goes home and writes ur name 20 times in his notebook before getting the courage to call u about a 2nd date

Jeon Jungkook

You already know what it is with this kid: MEME CENTRAL

seriously ur texts are like 80% reaction pictures you downloaded off the internet that just get cycled over and over again because they’ve started to replace certain common phrases and emotions

Yoongi tried to jack JKs phone once and read the messages out loud to the members to try and embarrass him and he actually couldn’t read the last 24 hours of messages because it was literally all pictures/emojis

JK thinks ur laugh is the best sound he’s ever heard and is always trying to bring it out

he makes so many weird faces

those also become memes in the chat

he does so many exaggerated moves from choreo just to get u to crack up

does random weird things with his voice at inappropriate times to get u to choke

Like Jimin he is a praise monster

he wants u to think he’s impressive because he thinks ur very accomplished and cool and he’s still very much the young shy boy he was before joining the band.

Does flips because he knows u love it and won’t leave u alone until u confirm that u are in fact watching

JK: “Hey, hey, watch this LOOK are u looking?”

YOU: “Yes oh my god what?”

JK:*Does a backflip*

YOU:.........DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDEEE WTF ITS LIT IN HERE

JK: *internally* i can die now

Get ready for some next level cuteness OMG

the little nose scrunch will become the most frequent thing

u will be ruffling his hair and it’ll tickle so he’ll scrunch his nose and u’ll just explode its amazing

The BABY SMILE every time its been a while since you’ve seen each other

You’ll practically tackle him and he loves it and spins u around a little too fast

Those big sparkly eyes that he has?????

prepare for those when its his night to cook but he doesn’t feel like it and says he wants to order pizza for the billionth time

You can’t say no to him ever

gaming is not your thing but he will rope you into a 3 hour Fortnight tutorial because u love him

Not really big on pet names, or like any names for that matter

but he will use your actual name for when he wants ur undivided attention

Is scared that you think he’s immature so sometimes he’ll try to go a day without making a joke and then its ur job to try your hardest to crack him up

this is good because ultimately u also love his high pitched loud laugh 

[tmakisamajiki]

okay I have to ask it... Iwaoi. For ship :3

I know I said I’d do these last night but after I got off work I went to my grandmas and didn’t have access to my laptop so I’m doing them now lol @piiess & @kanokas (your kagehina is coming soon!)

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versaOikawa, and the boy gets so embarrassed when he does it but Iwa (after a quick chuckle) always rubs his back and kisses his cheek (which is blushing bright red) to make him feel better

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside themAgain, Oikawa. Iwa finds out and thinks it’s absolutely adorable. Makki and Mattsun tease the captain about it a lot.

Who starts the tickle fightsIwaizumi! It’s my personal headcanon that Iwa tickles Oikawa all the time bc Oiks snorts when he’s caught off guard and Iwa loveeeess the sound bc it’s just so damn cute.

Who starts the pillow fightsOikawa lol, but Iwa usually wins them bc he tackles Oikawa and just pins him to the mattress or couch and whacks him like 10 times with a pillow until Oiks surrenders.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smileDefinitely Iwa okay, he loves watching the other sleep bc Oikawa’s face seems so relaxed and it makes Iwa so damn happy seeing his boyfriend and lifelong best friend calm, plus he likes playing with his hair while he sleeps bc it calms him as well. 

Who mistakes salt for sugarOkay Iwa def did this, he was trying to bake cookies for Oikawa and was in a rush and wasn’t exactly paying attention. Oikawa giggled at it though and helped Iwa make actual sugar cookies later that night.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morningOikawa. Iwaizumi is a heavy ass sleeper and so, Oikawa lets it beep.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up linesThey both do, both are really cheesy in love idiots who have their own list of pickup lines that they hit on the other with all the time, it’s adorable.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical orderIwaizumi, not saying Oikawa isn’t organized bc he is, but when Iwa gets stressed or insanely bored waiting for Oiks to come home, he tends to do a little organizing around the apartment. Oikawa loves it.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking browniesOikawa has learned to make sure he keeps the spoon for Iwa bc that’s his favorite part 

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasionOikawa, he does it a lot of the time when Iwa is stressed at work and he just surprises him with a romantic dinner and soft music that they slow dance to, which results in soft sappy kisses and giggly love-drunk boys.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a penOikawa, but he’s a really good artist and Iwa has told him multiple times he should design a tattoo for him to get.

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacationOikawa has an entire collection of magnets bc he’s always buying more than one anywhere they go so their fridge is completely covered in the things 

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazinesOikawa, but Iwaiumi does it subconsciously at this point and it amuses Oikawa to no end to open a magazine and already see the survey filled out lolol.

[toastydoodles]

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((Had to get in one last post before the new year!))

I HAD THE MOST STRESSFUL FUN THIS OCTOBER doing these three conventions three weeks in a row, not to mention doing multi-day conventions for the first time! There were ups and downs but I had so much fun and by the end of my con season my brain was utterly fried!!

Thank you so so much to everyone who stopped by, and to those who followed me here sometime in the past couple months: Hello!! Thank you for supporting my art and I hope you enjoy your stay!!

That said, I’m gonna talk a bit about this con season. GET COMFY, ITS LONG

So con prep started in late August when I learned that I actually got into Kumori after having been on their waitlist for a while. I knew then that I REALLY had to kick my ass into gear lol

At this point, I was still in the middle of my 40 hr (+ 12 hr travel time) a week summer internship, so I didn’t have all day to work on my prints until the weekend, but my weekends were usually taken up spending time with loved ones and friends. Or gaming, since I didn’t have the time during the weekdays >_>

Then college came back around, giving me 4 classes, a student job doing graphic design, and club activities + homework! When I thought I’d have more free time, I actually had less! But with cons approaching, I drew more than I would have if I didn’t have cons AND found myself improving when it came to doing prints again.

The biggest issue popped up a week before BCC. LONG story short, I suddenly did not have a button maker to borrow anymore. I weighed my options: either lose money on potential button sales (which made up most of my sales in previous years) and shelf my button designs, or drop $500 on a button maker set to make them in time for Kumori and Jet City. This is also keeping in mind that I might not be able to do too many cons in the future.

I bought the button maker. But, since I am the luckiest daughter in the world, my parents swooped in to pay for it as an early Christmas present. I will be making so many wearable memes with this gift and I am GRATEFUL.

Another issue I ran into the WHOLE MONTH was not being able to take card. I’m forever rejected from Square (tl;dr, my phone glitched during signup and shredded through all the signup attempts I can possibly have. Customer service basically said “welp, sorry!”) and Paypal Here was entirely unhelpful, so I had to go the season as cash only. I won’t actually know how much this hurt sales, but it definitely hurt turning down some big purchases because I was one of the few vendors that didn’t take card!

I’ll definitely be looking into the alternatives for card readers soon! There’s a lot out there.

This year, I kept track of my sales and stock with excel sheets with formulas! It definitely kept things organized and helped me keep track of stock and see where patterns were, if any. It wasn’t perfect, but it helped immensely. I also kept very VERY close track of what my spending was like. 

I’m spoiling it before the end, but I was about $200 from breaking even. Luckily I’m not in a position where this loss impacts significantly, but it still stings! It could have been a result of multiple things, such as the hotel for Kumori being 1/3rd of my expenses ALONE, my choice of products/fandoms, not having ability to take card, and general attendee interest.

Let’s take a brief look at each con!

Bellingham Comicon

Glad to be back!

Bellingham Comicon has once again, been a joy. It’s a small convention but excited attendees pack the place and sales were good. A couple people recognized me from last year and I recognized a couple people too! I didn’t have my button maker yet but perlers seemed to be decently popular. I even made a custom Witch Mercy perler that sold 40 MINUTES INTO THE CONVENTION. It sold so quick that I didn’t even get to take a table picture until after I sold it! (I will say, when I put up that custom Sentai Genji, I upped the price a bit lmao)

I met a lot of amazing artists and got to do a bunch of art trades as well, something I haven’t really done in previous years! I was happy to see a couple familiar faces and meet some new artists too!! BCC is small enough that walking around and chatting to other artists and vendors is on the easier side.

I got a couple weird looks dressed as IT Damien from Dream Daddy, but was glad some people recognized me! I made some first impressions on some very cool artists in that cosplay haHA

While BCC is a comic convention, I didn’t feel out of place. There were lots of attendees that I would consider in my target audience and I didn’t feel like it was taking away from business. BCC is very much a comic and pop culture convention, with fans looking for all sorts of things!

Kumoricon

GOD WHAT AN ADVENTURE

Kumori was my first multi-day convention, and the farthest I’ve travelled for a con! Needless to say, I was anticipating this con since August, but didn’t know AT ALL what to expect.

We ended up driving down on Thursday and setting up that night, which definitely took a lot of the stress away. I also managed to compact my table and merch into a single tote, a print box, a bag to hold the wire cubes, + personal bags for miscellaneous stuff. So that was less stressful too.

Friday came and I was cosplaying Taako (which, as I found out, is 150% more fun to wear than IT Damien oops). The day was on the slower side, and some of my friends came by to say hi and ended up helping out at my table, giving me time to check out the artist alley!

Kumori’s artist alley was HUGE. And even more jarring: so many of the artists I follow on twitter/insta/etc were there. Somehow. Good lord, how many of you live in the PNW that I didn’t know about? I recognized an artist who’s art I love in line while waiting for badges and almost had a heart attack. Over the weekend, I met a lot of artists but it was only a fraction of the entire artist alley. I didn’t even get to meet all the artists I recognized!

So. Profit-wise, the con was kind of a disappointment. Oh boy, here’s a stat: I made about as much at BCC as I did at Kumori. In three days.

Again, this could’ve been a number of things. A lot of artists (many more experienced than me!), general interest, things I chose to sell, etc. But even so, many of the returning artists I talked to said it was slower than last year and some said the con is usually pretty dang slow.

But the con was fantastic in other ways. It gave me valuable big-con experience, some new art friends/mutuals, a fun time at the con and in Portland (good food!), and again, my favorite part, meeting a ton of cool, amazing artists and being able to make some art trades or to buy from them!

I definitely needed rest after this one. My brain was absolutely FRIED by the time we finally got back home and ate a late dinner at Shari’s.

Jet City Comic Show

Not even gonna lie, it was EMPTY most of the weekend!

I ended up having to table by myself, which wasn’t a problem with how lax it was. I even had time to doodle as well as finish a pen drawing! And I live pretty close to the show, so I could just head home once the days ended.

My table neighbor was super cool and I met a bunch of cool artists from all over the artist alley as well! This alley was pretty massive too, so I didn’t get to check out all of them. Being a comic convention, most of the artists were comic-based, with maybe a hand full of anime-styled artist from what I could see.

Many artists had their own published comics, and I enjoyed listening to their pitches (and took some comics home too!!).

My row didn’t seem to get a lot of foot traffic, but neither did the majority of the artist alley. And Sunday was even slower! Talking to other vendors, I found out Jet City is usually slow, but this year was slower than the last.

All in all, it was a nice quiet weekend and I was happy to meet more amazing artists at this con, as well as happy to get home and REST!

Overall...

This season was rewarding. Not in the money way, unfortunately. I’m lucky to be a position where it doesn’t affect me in a major way. But I’m always so excited to go to cons, and just being around fellow fans and creative minds is rewarding in it’s own way. I’ve also learned what to do and what not to do for future conventions should I continue to do them!

the real profit was the artists we met along the way

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever seen a comet, asteroid, or any other sky event? I saw the super blue blood moon last January, but other than that you can’t really see other phenomena from this side of the world, which sucks; so I definitely made sure I got a good look at the eclipse because there’s a good chance it will be the only time I would get to see one. Name two celebrities that are over 40 that you'd still bang: Sandra Bullock and Kate Winslet. Do "your mom" jokes honestly ever get old? I don’t know about getting old, but I never found them funny. What is the earliest age in your childhood that you can recall? 3. I woke up in a Winnie the Pooh ‘tent’ that my parents had built for me and my sister in their bedroom and called it camping. How often do you have dreams that actually come true? It’s usually when I’m dreading something that I know is going to happen. Like if I had a big test tomorrow, I’m going to be having a dream of me taking some test. My dreams aren’t psychic, they just like portraying what I already know is gonna take place.

Ever experienced that "deja-vu" feeling? Yes, here and there. If you were the first man on the moon, what would you have left there? Leaving a time capsule on the moon would be pretty interesting. Have you ever had your palm read? Fuuuck no. Have you ever paid for something entirely in change? No, but Gabie does it sometimes when she wants to get rid of all her coins and it annoys me to no end. How much money do you think is hiding in your couch right now? Hahahahaha zero. We never leave any in the couch. Would you rather burn on the sun or get sucked into a black hole? I’ve always found the existence of black holes fascinating. I’m no physics major, but I’d rather know what happens when sucked inside one instead of die a boring death by the sun, the worst thing to ever exist. Have you ever used a sewing machine? Yes. We were taught how to use one in sixth grade home economics, but I hated it so much I never bothered to learn. Do you know how to play rummy? I’ve never heard of that. I have no idea what you’re talking about. Have you ever seen a police car chase? Only on YouTube videos hah. It will be IMPOSSIBLE to have one here–the Philippines lives and breathes traffic. When you got grounded, what did your parents take from you? Everything but my dog. It’s the worst chapter of my life and I never like going back to it, that is the little bits and pieces I do remember from it. Most of it has been thankfully burned into nothing by my brain. Have you ever developed your own film from a camera? No but I super want to experience doing that at least once. Have you ever even used a film camera? I mean I probably did when I was like 3 or 4, but I never got them developed myself. What's the last curse word you said, and why did you say it? I probably said fuck sometime today just because I always do. How do you feel when a random person invites you to their church? This hasn’t happened to me but I like to think I would politely decline. Are you a messy eater? I’ve been better. Before I was haha. Do buffets make you feel uneasy? NO WHAT THE HELL BUFFETS ARE LOVE BUFFETS ARE LIFE. Buffet restaurants are huge gimmicks in the Philippines and we have buffets for every occasion. Does it make you angry when celebrities treat dogs as accessories? Yikes, do they? It would definitely make me mad but I don’t know any celebrity who does this. What word(s), when spoken, makes you giggle just because it sounds funny? ‘Bubbling’ just because of that Drake and Josh episode. Did you ever have to make a bug collection for school? No. Do some American schools make kids do that? What's the last thing you looked at under a microscope? I haven’t looked into a microscope since I was a freshman in high school!!! Man. It was probably like a red blood cell or something. Do you give out your MySpace/Facebook/other URL to everyone who asks? No, unless they’re a friend or I have to work with them for a project. Tell me about your dream last night: I don’t remember anymore. QUICK! Make up a tongue twister: Egh. Do you doodle while you're on the phone and not really listening? No? What is the last thing you stole? I don’t steal. Tootsie Roll Pop or Blow Pop? We don’t have either of those here. What was the last event that made you laugh so hard you cried? Probably something that was said when Gab and I hung out with Anj and Hans. Do you feel that homosexuality is becoming a trend? It was never a trend, it will never be a trend. What does your bf/gf call you, other than your name? I’m not gonna reveal our pet names on Tumblr. Have you ever been in a graveyard late at night? Why were you there? Yeah, a little late. I accompanied Angela’s parents in visiting her maternal grandparents. How many times have you moved in your life? No clue...I know we moved several times when I was a baby. But as far as my memory is concerned, I’ve moved twice. Have you ever read any of the Goosebumps books? YES. My cousin had a bunch of them and I always looked forward to reading my next one. Guess my love for horror started early. What place, when you walk into it, smells heavenly to you? The foresty scent of my alma mater. I love studying in the city now, but I’ll always be a mountain girl. What's the last thing you ate/drank that burned your tongue? The fried squid that I bit into when my family had Chinese for dinner. I was hungry, I wanted to try everything immediately, didn’t blow on the fried squid. What store would you LOVE to work in, just for the employee discount? H&M. At what age should a person stop relying on their parents for money? I’m guessing 25, but I don’t even do adult stuff yet and I have no idea how that next chapter works LOL. Are you a litter bug? Nope. Did you design your own profile, or did you choose a pre-made layout? I've always chosen layouts that were made by others for all the Tumblrs I’ve ever had. Do you have any friends whose houses you refuse to go to? No, I always jump at the chance to go to others’ houses because chances are it’s gonna feel more homey than my own house. When is the last time you planted a tree? Grade 2.