#sadly I like these better chilled and my fridge is still broken;;

[steelballers]

Finally made some mochi with filling

[paperbodiesamongthestars]

Day 29: Pillow

Read it on AO3! Or read all of my Harringrove April prompt fics!

It was a stupid thing to get mad about. Steve was aware of that. It was just that Billy had been through a lot, so Steve had spent the last three months trying really hard to be patient and supportive and an extremely chill roommate, and it was starting to seem like Billy was trying to do the exact opposite. He drank all the milk and left the empty container in the fridge. He left long, curly hairs plastered to the walls of their tiny shower. He dropped his stuff wherever he felt like it, and snickered when Steve tripped over it. And now, for the past week, Steve had gone to his room to go to bed only to discover that Billy had stolen his goddamn pillow. Again. 

Steve sighed and considered just…trying to sleep without a pillow, but he was kind of done with all of this shit. He stalked down the hall to Billy’s room and knocked once before throwing the door open. Billy looked up from where he was leaning back on a pile of what had to have been six or seven pillows. Steve felt rage rising in him again. 

“Hey man, what’s up?” Billy asked, setting his book down next to him. 

“Can I please have my pillow back?” Steve asked, working hard to keep his voice even. 

“No,” Billy said casually, and reached for his book. Steve narrowed his eyes. 

“Give me back my fucking pillow,” Steve said a little louder. Billy’s eyes went a little wide. 

“But Steve, I need it,” he said sincerely, and if Steve hadn’t seen the beginnings of a smirk on Billy’s face, he might have caved. But that fucking ghost of a smirk sent him right over the edge. Suddenly, he couldn’t take it anymore.   

“You are such a fucking asshole!” he yelled. “You drink all the milk! And you leave shit everywhere! And you have never once cleaned a single goddamn thing in this apartment! And you think it’s cool to just steal? My fucking pillow? When you already have, like, ten of them? What is wrong with you?” Steve was gesticulating wildly in an attempt to convey the depth of his fury, and it took him a minute to realize that Billy didn’t look chastened, or taken aback, or upset. No, he looked thrilled. His eyes were wide and sparkling, and he was staring like this was the best entertainment he could have hoped for. Steve narrowed his eyes. “You do all that shit on purpose,” he said slowly. Billy grinned at him. 

“Come on, Harrington. You have to admit—“ Steve shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had been harboring the hope, recently, that he and Billy might eventually move past just being roommates to being friends, or even—

Well. It was clear now that Steve had been an idiot. Again. 

“No,” he said, shaking his head and taking a couple steps back. “This is fucked up. Why’d you even—“ he cut himself off. It didn’t matter why Billy had agreed to live with him in the first place. It was probably just for the ongoing enjoyment of fucking with him, and Steve had had about enough of that. “Forget it,” he said. “Doesn’t matter. Keep the fucking pillow. Consider it my farewell gift to you.” That knocked the smile right off of Billy’s face. 

“Harrington, wait. Steve,” Billy said, as Steve turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind him instead of slamming it the way he desperately wanted to. He stalked back to his room, slammed his own door behind him, and face-planted into the mattress. He briefly considered going out for a drive just to get away from his fucking asshole roommate, but it was after midnight and he had work in the morning. Not that he was going to get much sleep, with how pissed off he still was. 

His friends had tried to warn him. Nancy had stared at him like he was the dumbest fucking person alive when he had announced that he was getting an apartment with Billy Hargrove. Even Robin, who was actually friends with Billy—in the sense that they viciously mocked each other and both seemed to find it equally amusing—had looked at Steve a little skeptically. 

“Not you too,” Steve had sighed. “I thought you liked Billy.” Robin had bitten her lip, and then squared her shoulders. 

“I do like Billy. Just…” She trailed off and then sighed and shook her head a little. “The two of you? In the same apartment? With his whole thing, and your whole thing, and all of those repressed feelings? It’s either going to be an enormous success or a complete disaster.”

“What repressed feelings?” Steve had asked, because he had gotten stuck on that part of the sentence and hadn’t really heard the rest. 

“Oh dingus,” she had said, reaching out to pat his cheek affectionately. “I would tell you, but that would be less fun for me, so I’m not going to.” 

Steve thought maybe he understood Robin’s comments a little better now, but it wasn’t his fault that he seemed to be exclusively into people who were very pretty, and who could also end him if they felt like it. Sure, that would have been useful to know about himself before moving in with Billy, but it didn’t really matter now. He groaned a little into his mattress. He fucking hated looking for apartments, and now he was going to have to do it again. 

Steve did not respond when he heard a quiet knock at his door. He was under no obligation to talk to someone who had apparently spent the last three months fucking with him for some obscure reason. But Billy didn’t leave. 

“Steve?” he said through the door, which was unusual by itself. Billy never called him Steve. It was always Harrington, or pretty boy, or princess, if Billy wanted to be especially annoying. He used that one a lot. Steve continued to ignore him. “I brought you your pillow,” Billy said. “And I wanted to apologize.” And that was unusual enough to have Steve sitting up on his bed. Billy had apologized to him exactly once, for fucking up his face, and he had been visibly uncomfortable the entire time. He had stared at the ground for most of it, only looking up occasionally to glare at Steve, like Steve was the one who had wronged him. Steve was pretty sure that it hadn’t been Billy’s idea. So for him to voluntarily apologize was genuinely surprising. 

“Okay?” Steve said, and the door swung open. Billy stood there, holding Steve’s pillow in one hand. He didn’t seem to know what to do with the other hand once he let go of the doorknob. He kind of let it hover for a minute, and then jammed it in the pocket of his sweatpants. He stepped into the room tentatively, which was another thing Steve had never seen before. Even after Starcourt, Billy had never been particularly tentative about anything. 

Billy crossed the room and held out Steve’s pillow. Steve took it and set it down in his lap. Billy just stood there for a second and then pulled Steve’s desk chair out, turned it around, and straddled it. 

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, looking right at Steve. Steve didn’t think he had ever seen this side of Billy before. “It’s just…” Billy looked down and smiled a little sadly to himself. Then he looked back up at Steve. “You know that’s the first time you’ve actually called me out on anything since we moved in here? It might be the first time anyone has called me out on anything since, well. You know.” Since Starcourt, he obviously did not want to say. 

“Yeah?” Steve asked. 

“Yeah,” Billy said. “Everyone treats me like I’m…fragile,” he finally decided on. “Or broken,” he added with a self-deprecating smile. “I get away with all kinds of shit now because people feel sorry for me.” The smile dropped away and Billy looked down. “I fucking hate it. I don’t want people—“ he stopped and then corrected himself. “I don’t want you to pity me.”

“I don’t—“ Steve started to say, but Billy cut him off with a raised eyebrow. 

“Come on, Harrington. I’ve been a fucking nightmare of a roommate, and it took you three months to say anything about it. Of course you do.” Steve stared down at the pillow in his lap and thought about it. Billy wasn’t wrong, but he also wasn’t entirely right. 

“That’s not—“ Steve started. Billy opened his mouth to protest, but Steve shook his head. “Just let me say it, ok?” Billy rolled his eyes, but he shut up so Steve could continue. “Fine, yes, I have let you get away with a ton of shit because you fucking died,” Billy made a face at that, “but that’s not the only reason. I also…” Steve hesitated, but Billy had come in here and admitted something hard, so Steve could do the same. “I also wanted it to work out,” he said. “I liked the idea of living with you.” It wasn’t a direct admission, but it was close enough for now. He glanced up at Billy, who looked genuinely surprised. There was a long pause. 

“Are you actually going to move out?” Billy finally asked, and he sounded legitimately worried. 

“No,” Steve said eventually, because he desperately did not want to look for a new apartment. He looked at Billy and narrowed his eyes. “But three months from now, you’re going to wish you could go back to a time when I felt sorry for you.” Billy looked at him, the hint of a smile growing at the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah?” he asked. 

“God, yes,” Steve said fervently. “You’re doing absolutely everything around here for at least the next three months.” Billy was fully grinning now. Steve kept going. “You thought you hated it when I wasn’t calling you on your shit? Wait until I start calling you on allllll your shit.”

“Okay,” Billy said, and he seemed weirdly happy about it. 

“In fact,” Steve said, “right now you’re going to bring me a couple more of your one million fucking pillows, and then you’re going to fuck off because I have work in, like, five hours.” Billy stared at him for a long beat, grin still in place, and then he stood up. Steve put his pillow behind his head and flopped back on the mattress. “Really looking forward to seeing what you come up with for dinner, too.” Billy looked at him a little pityingly. 

“Oh, Harrington,” he said, “you know it’s going to be cereal.” Steve groaned. 

“Come on, man. At least order pizza or pick up burgers or something if you can’t cook.” Billy winced just the tiniest bit, and Steve sat up. 

“Oh my God, you can cook.” Steve grabbed his pillow and chucked it, but Billy managed to duck behind Steve’s door before it hit him. “You’re the fucking worst!” Steve yelled after him, but he was smiling as he said it. He flopped back down on the bed with a huff, and he wasn’t even all that surprised when Billy appeared at his door to toss his pillow and two others at him. 

Maybe they could make their way toward being friends after all. And after that, well. Who knew what could happen?  

[harveywritings92]

Oni! Dabi x reader Pt. 2

Summary the is vaguely based on the Yomawari games: Your best friend Touya disappeared during the last Summer festival you both had together, you swore up and down that whoever took him away wasn't human! but everyone dismissed this as you being traumatized, a few weeks later your family moves away, ten years later you've come back, determined to find out who or what took Touya...

Y/n sighed as she slowly sat down the tub the hot water felt nice on her aching limbs, after a few moment s of relaxing Y/n started to feel antsy hearing nothing but silence she looked at her phone resting on the small table next to the tub and went on YouTube and put on some random videos not for a laugh or because they interested her. No, She played them for the background noise, The [y/hc] woman just didn't want feel alone right now after what happened in the forest, her whole head was in disarray... that man was he really an Oni?

She heard a lot about them from her grandpa (who she inherited her sight from.) growing up, apparently back in the old days yokai were very powerful type of creature and were very common; their origins were gruesome as they would start out as humans who willingly or unwillingly gave up their humanity to gain the powers of a supernatural... Y/n always wondered how that would be possible? And tonight the [Y/hc] woman got her answer!

… Albeit in a disturbing manner, she took her hand out of the water to examine it she was still shaking still feeling those cerulean eyes staring her down, Y/n hugged herself and slipped under the water. As she thought back to what happened on that summer night ten years ago...

{{You were 15 and Touya was 16 You were wearing your favorite sundress and tights You and Touya were at the meet up spot on the overlook watching the summer fireworks going off, the atmosphere was somber as this was going to be you last time doing this with as, you dad had gotten job offer and were moving out and far away from town...

You and Touya barely talked but as the night wore you hadn't noticed his hand closer to you until felt something curl around your pinky and ring finger almost flinching thinking it was bug only to looked and see Touya's pinky and ring finger slowly inter locking with yours, you looked up at him and saw him looking away from you; the tips of his ear were pink when he realized you caught him! You smiled and closed your hand keeping the two fingers inter locked as Touya hand rested on top of yours, it wasn't long before his voice broke the silence.

"...I hate this Y/n, I don't want you to leave!"

"You not alone there Touya, but my parents have made their decision, we're moving and there's nothing I can do to convince them otherwise."

"...Then let's leave! hit the road together!"

"Touya..."

You gave the redhead a look that told him how much of a bad idea that was, Touya sighed he knew you wouldn't go for it and besides his old man was pretty big deal! his idea was a media circus and a manhunt waiting to happen! He sighed and looked back at you...after a few moments of silence the red haired teen spoke up. "Y'know there is something I wanna do before you go." you looked up to ask him what? only to be met by a pair of lips on yours. It took a few moments for you get over the shock a kiss him back.

You felt Touya nip on your bottom lip you let him in as the red haired teen hand rested on the back of your head deepening the kiss a he pulled away to let soo you two could breath before claiming you lip again... your arms found their way around his neck as Touya gently pushed you down on the table and felt his free hand go up your dress...

*snap* 

Touya pulled away from you and snapped his head towards the woods. "Touya?" you gasped bemused as he brought his finger to his lip and shushed you. *snap...rustle...snap* You shuddered hearing footsteps moving around in the woods getting closer! but what really sent a chill down your spine; Was the giggling... 

It sounded like a girl but you weren't sure... You heard Touya growl in annoyance. "Fuyumi?!" he barked making you jump as the giggling now sounded like two people instead of one. "You and Natsuo better not have followed us!?" he huffed you watched Touya walk towards darkness and squint trying to see where they were, as the giggles got more distorted and deeper, it became clear that whatever had been out there watching them wasn't his siblings, you watched Touya’s shoulders stiffen.

"Y/n...Hide." He hissed looking back at you. "I'm not lea-" before you could finish protesting a giant hand that looked like it was made out of shadows jutted out from the darkness and wrapped itself around your friend! You ran and manage to grabbed Touya's arm as the hand started dragging both of you into this red looking mist! Touya was yelling at it to let go him! as you held onto him... 

Then it was like everything went into slow motion.

Touya was almost completely covered in the mist as he brought your arm up and bit down hard! Your eyes widened in horror as the realization sunk in... Touya wasn't telling the hand to let go of him, He was tell you to let him go...You cried out in pain as you instinctively let go of his arm, the last thing you saw was Touya smiling sadly before disappearing into the red mist....]]

While she was underwater y/n felt a chill go down her spine her eyes looked up and she nearly had a heart attack upon seeing a shadowy figure with blue horns staring down at her! Y/n gasped and accidently swallowing some water she sat up in the tub coughing and wheezing before looking around her bathroom to see...Nothing. There was no one standing over her tub!

Y/n caught her breathe while running a hand through her wet hair, she looked at her phone was it was playing random reddit stories about haunted houses no less! *Okay, I'm way too tired for this crap!...and I really need a drink!* She thought pulling herself out of the tub and grabbing a towel and wrapping up and headed to her kitchen to get a can of hard lemonade from her fridge, but before she could open a sudden sound of glass breaking caused Y/n to she whipped her head in the direction of her office, the h/c woman swallowed nervously as she approached the closed unsure of what she'll find....

"Maow!~" Y/n blinked and looked down to find a cat, sitting at her feet? the (y/ht) woman crouched down to examine the feline, he was black as nigh with odd purplish brown brindle markings on his body, particularly around his body and face. And he had blue eyes... *He must have some Siamese in him...* she figured the cat's tail flicked as if he was waiting for her to do something. 

The (Y/hc) held her hand out to him and muttered "How'd you get in?" as the cat nuzzled her hand letting her scratch him under the chin, *No collar...A stray?* she smiled then looked around the office window was slightly opened and saw her flower pot broken on the floor...

"I guess I didn't close it all the way." She got up and went to close the window... only to yelp when the cat suddenly grabbed onto Y/n's towel nearly pulling it off. "Whoa! what are you doing?!" the cat yowled at the h/c woman who thought the cat wanted her to pet it some more, before realizing she was about to walk bare footed through broken glass! *Okay... that's trippy!* Y/n hummed fixing her towel and picking the cat up he seem to settle down immediately purring and nuzzling her cheek as she carried him out of her office.

Unbeknownst to Y/n the cat's cerulean eyes stared over her shoulder in to the dark window glaring at the weaselly Akaname* that had been spying on her in the bath, the tiny red purple imp shuddered under his glare and ran off crying...

--------------------------------------------

Mineta is a Akaname: It translates to "Filth licker" it's a yokai that waits around watching people in the bath, then when they're done it moves in and licks the filth and grim off the bottom of their bathtubs.

[thorne93]

History Repeats (Part 7)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 2968

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​ . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nearly another month had passed since the first time Hayden had come over to your house. So far, it was still blissfully amazing. You and Hayden hung out every chance you could steal, playing video games, going to your house to make home cooked meals, playing cards, binging shows. It was just what you needed to help get over Jason, and Hayden felt like the first true best friend you’d had in a very long time. He didn’t judge, he didn’t pressure you, he was completely comfortable running errands with you, chilling, or doing whatever you wanted to do. 

Oddly enough, even though both of you shared nearly crippling cases of anxiety, hanging out with him seemed to ease it. You didn’t feel as if you were trapped or stuck when you were with him, as you had with friends in the past. In fact, you looked more forward to being with Hayden than you did for any alone time. His presence in your life had really turned everything from gray to gold. 

That’s why, after a later dinner one night, his news sent your world crashing down. 

The two of you were strolling along the sidewalk as you took in the weather that had finally started to get warmer. You had a lightweight jacket on, jeans, and a lightweight long sleeved shirt, feeling extra comfy, trying to ignore how Hayden looked beside you. He was wearing a clothing brand he’d designed himself and it looked dashing on him. Tonight he had the audacity to wear blue jeans, dark casual shoes, a black long sleeved shirt, and a long, light weight black jacket, military style. Just the sight of him made you crazy with desire, but these feelings had stayed locked up in your head for quite some time now. 

For you, it was no secret that you felt strongly for Hayden. You knew you loved being around him, you loved seeing him every day, you loved his laugh, the way he joked, the way he described things he was passionate about. He lifted your spirits and dried your tears, sometimes literally. He brightened your days, and calmed your nights. 

But part of you wondered, if you really liked him as a love interest or just a friend. The problem was you couldn’t tell. Was he just a rebound from Jason? Was he just attractive to you because he was there when your life felt like it was falling apart? Did you just like Hayden because he was more attentative than your boyfriends and best friends of the past?

Or was this how a best friend should feel? Should it be this free, easy, and relaxed? Should it feel this sweet? Should you feel this elated when you saw his smiling face? 

So, your attraction to him felt confusing, perplexing. Of course, he was handsome, sweet, kind, patient, hilarious, mysterious, peculiar, talented. So that made you attracted to him, romantically, no doubt. You often dreamed of being with him, day dreaming of grabbing his hand on one of your many strolls, just leaning over and placing a soft kiss to his decadent lips after a video game match, holding him at night after a long day. 

On the other hand, you felt like he was the best friend you’d ever had, happy to just be near him, relax and play together, make jokes and tease each other. He was great to just have as someone to call on when you needed a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on. In those instances, he didn’t feel like anything more…

So here you were, stuck, not sure if you wanted him romantically, and if you did, was it worth risking the friendship?

“I’m so happy I have the day off tomorrow,” you noted honestly. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, this past week has been so shitty. How about you? How’s the shooting going?”

“Good...Uh, but...I’ll probably be looking for some place to go,” Hayden said, uneasiness lacing in his silken voice.

“Oh? Like a store or…?”

“Like...A new hotel,” he tried, his voice tense as if waiting for you to erupt on him.

Immediately, your blood ran cold and your mind whirled. Hayden...wanted...to...leave? You said in your mind, slowly, trying to comprehend this. You were just now figuring out you needed to sort out these feelings for him, he couldn’t leave. You needed him. He was your rock. He was the one thing that kept you smiling throughout the day. 

Regardless of if you were possibly in love with him or not, or whatever was going on in your head, he was your best friend, and you needed him. If he looked for another hotel, he could be on the other side of the city and you’d never see him. Him being at your hotel was half the reason you two could hang out. 

You stopped walking. 

“What? Why?” you breathed out, sounding more shocked and curious, instead of showing the evidence of the internal catastrophe that was occuring.  

He shrugged as he turned to you, his hands in his pockets as he spoke. “I don’t know. It’s just getting a little too expensive for day to day work. I need to find someplace a little further out maybe, less amenities, a little lower nightly rate. It’s nothing against you or the hotel or anything--” he said, trying to assure you that it wasn’t personal.

You waved him off, frowning deeply, and shaking your head. “I don't care about the hotel. I care about you. What am I gonna do without you?” you asked and it surprisingly came out sounding playful. But in your head and heart, the feeling was much more gut wrenching. 

He laughed. “Y/N, I’ll be in the same city. It’s no big deal. We can still hang out,” he assured, nudging you with his arm.

You shook your head. “No, it won’t be the same. We’ll only do a it a couple of times and then...never,” you said sadly. Then a brilliant idea flickered in your head. “Hey, what if...what if you roomed with me?” you asked and Hayden frowned a tad bit. 

“Move in with you?” he asked, curious, his blue eyes boring into yours, and it took everything in you not to touch him. 

“Not like that,” you assured quickly. “But, ever since Jason moved out, it’s been a little lonely and I wouldn’t mind the extra income again to help with payments. You would pay half what you do now at the hotel.”

“That’s enticing,” he admitted with a laugh that filled you with warmth.

“Come on,” you urged. “It’s a win-win. I don’t struggle with rent for a few months while you’re here, you have a real home to go to, with more space. You can cook your own meals, have space in the fridge and pantry. It’ll be like airbnb, or quick roommate agreement. I have a spare bedroom, I have enough space, I need the money. You need to save money…” you tried, giving him your best inviting-begging look.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he said, tilting his head side to side and rubbing his neck.

“What do you have to lose? An expensive hotel room. But what you gain is priceless. A decent bed. A fantastic roommate,” you said, nudging him with an eyebrow wiggle. “Amazing meals…Endless Netflix on a huge TV…”

“I don’t want to be a burden or in the way or anything though,” he said, showing some hesitancy. 

“You won’t be, I swear,” you vowed. “It’ll be great. You have your own bathroom, access to everything. What’s mine is yours. We can share dinners, lunches, whatever. The TV, the Netflix, whatever you need, you got it--”

He smiled and rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright. I give up. You win. Anything to make you stop,” he said.

You squealed lightly and threw your arms around him. “Thank you! It’s gonna be so much fun having you there!”

“Don’t speak too soon. I may be a slob, or a weirdo, or a lazy ass,” he commented.

“Uh, we both can’t be those things,” you countered, scoffing. “Only room for one lazy person at my house, and I’ve already claimed it,” you said proudly as you beamed.

He threw his head back laughing as he tossed his arm around your shoulders. “When would you like me to move in?”

“Whenever you’re comfortable. I don’t work tomorrow, so that might be ideal, seeing as I’d be there to let you in and show you stuff and I wouldn’t have to race off to work.”

“Sounds like a plan. In that case, I need to get back to the hotel and start packing so I can check out in the morning.”

Giddy from this new plan, you nodded and responded, “Perfect. I’ll drop you off and get the extra bedroom set up for your arrival.”

“Ever the manager, huh?” he teased.

“You can’t turn perfection off, Hayden,” you retorted before the two of you began laughing some more.

---------------------------

That night, you got Hayden back to the hotel then you yourself went home. You cleaned up the main parts of the house a little better so he didn’t immediately see a shamble of a home and turn around and nope-the-fuck out. Once it was all picked up, you went to bed and decided to finish the rest in the morning.

You hopped out of bed, got another load of dishes going in the dishwasher, then went to the guest room and cleared it from all evidence of the absence that had settled on it. You cleaned the cobwebs and dust away from the ceiling, the ceiling fan and light, the nightstand and the dresser. Then you pulled the old sheets and threw them in the laundry and pulled out fresh ones and dressed the bed and Febreezed it to get the smell of stale linen washed from it. 

Once that was done, you vacuum the room and lit a nice, light candle in the room, marking the room done mentally, you moved on to the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. It had collected some dust as well. You wiped down the fixtures, mirror, toilet, and shower, giving them all fresh, clean, sparkling looks. Finally, you mopped the small room and it was complete.

You had no idea when Hayden would arrive, you assumed some time after lunch since check out was 11:00 and he’d probably stop for lunch somewhere. So you decided to light some more candles to get a fresh scent going through the house. After that, you were...well, stuck. You had no idea what to do and your anxiety started to rise.

What if he didn’t like it? What if he didn’t like living with you? What if he felt strong armed, and he changed his mind and never talked to you again? What if he had a weird habit you couldn’t live with? What if living together made you get on each others nerves? What if he wasn’t any help around the house? What if he didn’t pay you? 

The questions swirled and buzzed your head until you started to slightly panic. After a moment or two, you asked yourself what you would do if you were at work and a situation like this arose? Well, first, he is a roommate, there should be a written agreement. You trusted Hayden. You didn’t think he’d fuck you over money wise or anything else, but for your own peace of mind you wanted it.

You sat down at your computer and started to draw up a little informal contract. Having his name listed, and spots to fill in the dates he moved in, how much he would pay, when, and method of payment. You listed things that were included with his rent such as utilities, and a certain amount on groceries, if they exceeded that, he’d have to foot the bill. Rules for eating out, rules for bathroom and TV usage.

You wanted to make sure anything weird was covered but you didn’t want it to be so long he didn’t want to read itl. You hit all the main points of a roommate: pay, rules for taking care of the house, and places for him to initial, and for both of your signatures. 

Once it was done, you got a knock at the door.

Your heart skipped a beat and you jumped up from your couch, jogging to the door to open it to Hayden.

“Hey! You made it, come on in,” you said, moving aside.

He came in, towing two suitcases and an over the shoulder bag. 

“Do you have more?”

“Yeah, out in the car,” he said, thrusting his chin towards the outside while he sat his bags on the floor. You started to make your way out when he called after you. “No, no, you don’t have to go get them. It’s fine.”

“It’s no trouble,” you assured over your shoulder as you went to the trunk and pulled out two more suitcases, a smaller bag, and shut the trunk. You wheeled the bags inside and closed the door. “See? I’m capable of some things,” you teased with a beaming smile.

“Clearly. Now, where would you like me to put all my junk?” he inquired with a star-studded smile.

“Uh, uh…” you stuttered as you stared at him. Why did he suddenly look so much more handsome? “Uh, right through here,” you said, shaking your head and raising your arm to gesture to the guest bedroom. 

“Cool.”

The two of you picked up all the luggage and hauled it into the bedroom.

“So here’s your room, obviously, over here is your bathroom,” you informed as you walked over and flicked on the light. “I’ve got towels and stuff in here but if you need more, they’re in the little linen closet in the hall.”

“Oh, very cool, thank you.”

“Is this okay?” you asked, nervous that it’s way below what he’s used to.

“Of course,” he assured, no trace of hesitance in his voice. “I love it,” he said, eyeing the room.

“Well thanks. Oh, if you don’t mind, I sort of wrote up a contract, if you want to take a look now? I  just figured we get all the unpleasantness out of the way,” you tried, wringing your hands.

“Contract? Sounds pretty formal.”

You nodded your head side to side. “Eh. it is. I just like to have it on record and stuff just...everything. Ya know? I trust you, it’s just I want to make sure there aren’t confusions or questions about anything as long as you're staying here.”

“Y/N, Y/N, it’s cool. I don’t mind following rules and getting this in writing,” he assured with a smile and soft voice.

“Oh, great. Awesome. I’ll just go print it and we can look it over,” you said as you went back to your laptop, printed it, and then you two went over everything at your little dining room table.

It only took thirty minutes and you two had zipped through all the clauses and addendums. He’d signed and dated everything with that adorable smile he always wore. You went over what he liked to eat and didn’t like, allergies, and everything so you could appropriately shop for him. You two agreed to eat together, to save money and time, if it was possible, but for obvious reasons if one of you was at work, you would have groceries for individual meals.

After that, he confided that he hadn’t eaten lunch yet, so you rummaged something up together, having a blast, blaring music, teasing each other’s cooking skills. When it was done, you fell into your normal routine of television with lunch, accidentally binging a whole season of a show before either you realized what had happened. 

In fact, you’d gotten so into the show, that the two of you had scooted close together on the couch over the course of the day and his arm was thrown behind you on the overstuffed couch, resting on top of the large cushion behind your head.

When you two noticed it was going into the other season, Hayden got up and stretched.

“Well, I think I’m gonna go ahead and settle in, maybe do a load of laundry if that’s cool,” he said. 

“Sure thing,” you answered, standing up as well, grabbing the plates. “I’ll just clean up a bit and get my stuff out of the dryer and you can use it.”

“Cool. Thanks again for this. You’re saving me a ton of money and headache,” he said with a warm, friendly smile that made you feel a lot more than friendly towards him. 

How did he do this? How did he go from a fun, friendly face to being irresistible overnight? When did he blur the line of confidant to desirable lover? Did he do it on purpose? Did he mean to? Was he just being himself and getting closer to you? Was he trying to make it known he had feelings for you? Was it one sided? 

So far he hadn’t exactly flirted with you, but Hayden didn’t seem the type to flirt. He was about as outgoing as you were, which wasn’t saying much. When it came to romance you were a rather trepid being. You weren’t typically the first one to strike, or if you were, you weren’t overtly strong about it. So why would he be any different?

Maybe he was trying to capture your attention in his own way, or maybe he didn’t feel that way at all towards you. At this point, you weren’t sure, but you were tipping more and more towards liking him romantically with each passing day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Forever Tag:

@essie1876​

@magpiegirl80​

@letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked​

@marvel-imagines-yes-please​

@missinstantgratification​

@thejemersoninferno​

@rda1989​

@munlis​

@thefridgeismybestie​

@bubblyanarocks3​

@igiveupicantthinkofausername​

@kaliforniacoastalteens​

@feelmyroarrrr​

@kaeling​

@friendlyneighbourhoodweirdo​

@damalseer​

@heyitscam99​

@yknott81​

@sorryimacrapwriter​

@glitterquadricorn​

@bittersweetunicorm​

@alyssaj23​

@sea040561​

@princess76179​

@thisismysecrethappyplace​

@sarahp879​

@malfoysqueen14​

@ellallheart​

@breezy1415​

@marvelmayo​

@lyniboy​

@paintballkid711​

@pandacookieowo​

@beiroviski​

Hayden Christensen:

@coldlilheart​

@haydens-moles​

History Repeats:

@multifandomblog315​

[ary-se]

Mankai with a cat

a few months ago, our cat scratched me right on my cheek and my first thought out of all things was "what if mankai had a cat" pls get me out of this brainrot 😣

on a side note, this got way TOO LONG so i'm putting it under the cut!! this also works as an apology since i was gone for too long without notice 🙇‍♀️ as always, thank you for reading!

🐾 having a pet for the dorm was a subject mankai always brought up. it definitely sounds like a good idea for a domestic setting, but actually getting a pet is out of the question. sakyo didn't allow it due to obvious reasons, and of course it involved the company's budget.

🐾 there was one time however when muku and yuki went back to the dorms with a white stray cat that had a sprain. that time, sakyo would've given them a lecture like usual, but he gave in anyways and told them that they can foster the cat and they'll let it go after its leg gets better.

🐾 unfortunately for sakyo, everyone got way too attached to the cat before its sprain healed, and sakyo also adored the cat but of course he wouldn't openly admit that. after a week, when the cat got better, it only took a few buttons to push before sakyo agreed to finally keeping the cat, under the condition that they are not getting another pet again.

🐾 no one knew who started calling the cat koko, though it just seemed so natural that everybody else started to follow suit, which was pretty convenient because they didn't have to fight over the cat's name when mankai will finally keep her as a pet. (fun fact coco is the name of our cat)

🐾 that week, tenma deadass acted like an expecting father having his very first child, it was really unnerving to see. taichi and juza would often join tenma in shopping for random cat toys after school, which usually lasts longer than girls shopping for a singular pair of heels and that already says a lot

🐾 the conversation usually goes like this

tenma: "what's the best color for this toy mouse?"

taichi: "i like the red one!"

juza: "that's fine too."

tenma, after 10 minutes: "i see, i'll just buy all 7 colors"

🐾 tenma spoiled koko a LOT. teasers? balls? lasers? plushies? you name it, and tenma literally had them in ALL available colors. he did not really care if some of the toys remained untouched, as long as koko had something to be busy with. tenma had a huge ass box of cat toys that he could open up his own damn store and he'd get a lot of profit

🐾 tasuku literally had no idea why, but koko never scratched anywhere but his legs. is there some sort of magic on his legs?? if there was, it wasn't something tasuku is aware of, and he isn't sure if he wants to know what it is either.

🐾 it actually didn't hurt or anything, it just annoyed him when he needs to go somewhere else and the cat would just pounce to his direction to scratch his legs. tasuku feels bad on walking away, so all he does is stand up and wait until koko is done scratching his leg so he can finally move on.

🐾 when a scratching post was delivered to the dorm, koko has been all over it ever since. when tasuku noticed that koko never scratched on his legs anymore, it then just occurred to him that koko used his legs as a temporary scratching post. if he was being conpletely honest, he doesn't know how to feel about this.

🐾 know the meme of people making their babies choose their pokemon starter? that's what itaru did to koko, except he used the figurines of his waifus instead of pokemon plushies. he'd carry koko to the table, and the figurine koko will knock over would determine who her best girl supposedly is.

🐾 what he didn't know was that koko wouldn't knock one figurine over, but ALL FIVE OF THEM, and they all went rolling from the table and fell down to the floor. he swore that one of the figurines easily gets broken since its glasses came off at some point, and until that moment his trust towards animals has never been tested so bad. gladly, none of the figurines broke so koko is not yet in itaru's hit list.

🐾 even with all the toys tenma showered her with, koko finds itaru's hair on a ponytail very entertaining. itaru doesn't really mind koko messing with his hair as long as his gaming stays uninterrupted, though he gets annoyed when koko pulls a part of his hair too hard. he also somehow gets pissed whenever his hairtie falls off during a crucial moment, but he doesn't have the heart to get mad at koko so he lets her off the hook for so many times.

🐾 if omi is already such a mom to mankai, he is even more of a mom to koko. there is a sack of cat kibbles stored away for weeks, but it still remains untouched up to this day because omi always whip up homemade meals for her.

🐾 there was a time when omi cooked up turkey, mashed potatoes and corn for koko's dinner, but he didn't prepare anything for the actual human beings in mankai. omi was just like, "oh haha, there is leftover curry in the fridge. we probably should finish that first"

🐾 in other words, koko isn't subjected to curry hell. never. cats actually aren't supposed to eat curry or else something would happen. even if cats were allowed to eat curry though, it is highly doubtful that omi will make koko eat curry on a daily basis. if omi is an actual mom, everyone would collectively agree that the favorite child is koko. no buts, no questions asked, that's it.

🐾 it was a given that cats don't like water, so everyone was really surprised when they learned that koko LOVES water. the first time they learned it was when sakuya went to wash the dishes like usual, only for koko to literally pounce by the sink. she waits for sakuya to turn on the faucet and everytime sakuya does, she just sticks her paw out to the water until he turns it off. it was an adorable sight.

🐾 it definitely made sakuya slower on washing the dishes, but he does not really mind one bit, he actually enjoys the company. he opted to use a bit more dishwashing soap after he noticed that koko also liked to play with the excessive foam and bubbles on the sink whenever he finishes doing the dishes.

🐾 everyone in mankai, especially sakuya, already made it a habit to call out to koko whenever they're about to do the dishes so koko wouldn't have to wait for the sound of the faucet before running to the sink. it already is a routine every after mealtime.

🐾 was it already mentioned that koko likes water? yes. whenever the boys get in the bath, koko also joins in the damn tub and REFUSES to leave. after some time, the boys already accepted it and just let the cat stay in the tub, losing their sense of privacy in the process. they also bought little rubber duckies and those bubble bath products so koko can play around with the excessive amount of bubbles and the rubber duckies in the tub.

🐾 there was one time when omi woke up super early to prepare breakfast, though he went to the bathroom first and nearly shit on his pants when he saw koko in the empty tub. no koko, he isn't going to fill the tub with water if you just stay there. get out of there and sleep in your own damn bed.

🐾 koko also follows anyone who is on their way to the bathroom, ALWAYS assuming that they'll fill up the tub every time they do get in the bathroom. sorry to break this to you koko, but taichi wouldn't get in the bathroom 8 times a day to take a bath every single time, he just really wants to pee... please give him a break

🐾 koko always joins tsumugi when he is in the garden, though it was only because she wants to drink on the water coming out of tsumugi's watering can. when there are water droplets on the leaves, she climbs up and licks them off. unfortunately, it is one of the reasons why tsumugi started to yell on a daily basis, "KOKO NO THAT PLANT IS POISONOUS DON'T LICK THAT—"

🐾 tsumugi wouldn't have to warn koko forever though, since she'd eventually memorize what plants are poisonous and what are not. sometimes, after tsumugi is done watering the plants, he'd fill the watering can with water again just so koko would get in the can and chill for who knows how long.

🐾 koko is attached to muku for obvious reasons (he picked her up when she was injured!!) so koko is often in their shared room with kazunari. sadly, there was a time when muku took a break from reading the shoujo manga to grab some water, and when he got back, koko was already tearing it into pieces.

🐾 muku did not get angry at koko, but the cat knew something was wrong when muku was trying to stop himself from crying that koko already knew not to tear any of muku's books in the future. koko still felt really bad about it even after muku bought a new copy of that specific volume.

🐾 whenever kazunari is rushing an art project that is to be passed the next day, muku holds koko close to him so koko wouldn't be able to somehow ruin the painting. there has already been an instance wherein koko stepped all over the painting when muku and kazunari wasn't in the room, and that better not happen ever again.

🐾 gladly, kazunari was calm about it and found a way to fix the blue pawprints all over the white paint, but only god knows what will happen once koko messes up the painting again when kazunari is getting SO close to breaking down because of the deadline.

🐾 there are times when kazunari prefers to eat bread with charcoal and drink his paint water than having koko step all over his artwork, and muku better make sure kazunari does none of that

🐾 banri is unfortunately one of those people who pretends to be a dick around their pets. more often than he would admit, he'd act like he is about to throw a punch to koko, only to actually give it gentle pats on the head. banri throwing the cat mid-air and catching her is already a common sight, too.

🐾 he finds it funny scaring koko in all sorts of ways, especially when it comes to heights. banri would carry koko up high, and pretend to drop her just to catch the cat again. sakyo has reprimanded him a lot of times regarding this situation, but he brushes it off.

🐾 there was one time however when banri just carries koko up high and stays that way. the cat was literally scared shitless of being high up on mid-air unmoving, she literally had no choice but to piss right on banri's face. ever since that time, banri toned down his tendencies of teasing the cat

🐾 koko ALWAYS sleeps with hisoka. it doesn't matter where, will it on top of the sink? on the tree? below the table of the living room? you name it, and you see koko and hisoka stuck to each other like glue. somehow it feels like koko became a replacement of penpen. the poor stuffed toy probably got messed up by the cat, waiting to finally get fixed in yuki's room

🐾 koko got hisoka's habit of sleeping literally everywhere that it became really concerning. there was a time when tsuzuru noticed that koko was nowhere to be found, and everyone went batshit looking at her all over the city. even sakyo got mad at everyone because they weren't keeping an eye out of the cat while everybody else is gone. after how many hours of searching, turns out the cat was just sleeping inside the fucking washing machine

🐾 funny enough, taichi and koko have the SAME eyes. like, actual striking blue. taichi usually carries her and parades around the dorm, announcing the news to everyone even though he has said it for like the 83rd time that day. nobody really minds though, the coincidence is still too unreal. the quote "like pet, like owner" doesn't really apply to koko and taichi though, because if anything, it feels more like comparing a cat to a puppy

🐾 taichi is also the one who plays with koko the most, which solely meant that he also used the cat toys tenma bought as much as the cat herself did. at this point, it wouldn't be wrong if they said that the toys were bought for BOTH koko and taichi because even taichi sometimes finds entertainment in using the teaser by himself whenever the cat is being held by somebody else.

🐾 as much as yuki refuses to admit it, he actually gets concerned when koko climbs up in all sorts of countertops, because that would mean koko would also NOT hesitate to climb up to his sewing machine. he is already meticulous when it comes to his materials for sewing, but even moreso now.

🐾 every after yuki finishes sewing, he tightly encloses the sewing machine with a case so that the cat wouldn't get to touch it and potentially get hurt. yuki also used to just leave his sewing materials on the desk, but nowadays he actually keeps them into somewhere secure so as to not harm anybody. he can't have koko's paws bleeding just because of some damn pin that rolled on the floor

🐾 yuki also somehow feels bad when he drives the cat away from him by force every time he is working on the costumes for the next play. he doesn't know what the cat is thinking, but he hopes that koko knows he is just trying not to actually make her bleed over some needles. as a repayment, yuki lets koko bother him all she wants whenever he does his homework with muku.

🐾 since masumi always used to be alone at home, he always thought of the possibility of adopting a pet cat that would keep him company. that constant thought he had already dissipated when he started living in the mankai dorm, so when they decided to take koko in, he remembered the specific reasons why he wanted to own a cat.

🐾 he never let anyone willingly in his personal bubble except for the cat, which he accepted pretty easily. masumi also found it kind of amusing to blast songs on shuffle from his phone because koko had her own way of showing if she likes the song or not. if she likes it, she doesn't do anything. if koko doesn't, she taps her paw on his phone a lot of times as if telling him to change the song. most of the time, masumi obliges.

🐾 every time tsuzuru opens the fridge really late at night, he has to double check if koko is inside the fridge or not before he closes it. there was one time when he didn't notice koko get in the fridge while getting energy drinks. the cat pretty much stayed in there for hours and hours until omi opened the fridge to make breakfast. tsuzuru was lectured by sakyo that morning because he would be ultimately responsible if the cat died in the fridge from freezing her ass off

🐾 whenever tsuzuru gets in a writing frenzy, koko keeps him company late at night. unfortunately for tsuzuru, if he stops typing for at least 10 seconds, koko takes that as a sign to pounce on his keyboard and just lay down there. tsuzuru already knew better than to carry her away from his keyboard since the cat will be insistent enough to return to his keyboard, so he usually gives up and goes to bed, saving the ideas in his head for the next time he wakes up.

🐾 because of that, every time tsuzuru finishes a script for the next play, his tendencies of passing out right after handing the script to somebody else significantly lessens. tsuzuru doesn't know if the cat is just trying to be annoying or if she just wants him to get some sleep, but either way he doesn't really mind because he gets to stop himself from overworking. well sorta

🐾 juza almost never approaches koko. like never. it feels like he is openly avoiding the cat for some apparent reason, and nobody knows why, but in reality he is just scared as shit of the damn cat. what if koko gets mad at him? what if she suddenly gets aggressive and scratches him? honey you're way bigger than her, and koko wouldn't hurt you... really it's okay

🐾 juza's way of offering affection to the cat is to give her some portions of his meal during dinner, sometimes breakfast. he tries to be sneaky about it, but he legitimately has no idea that everyone knows. it becomes more obvious when koko already made it a habit to sit on the chair behind juza every meal time to get more food. that still happens even after omi just filled up her fucking bowl. nobody comments about it though, they find it hilarious

🐾 koko always tries to test homare's patience, but for some reason homare literally doesn't give a single fuck. every time he is writing something down, high chances are koko would spread the ink all over his paper. sometimes she'd try to crawl her way in his coat sleeve, and homare, he just....... doesn't mind.

🐾 if homare is actually busy however, he'd take out his necktie from his vest if koko doesn't want to leave his lap. most of the time, she actually plays with it like it's a teaser. homare is fine if the necktie gets destroyed, he has a lot of neckties in his closet and some of them are specifically for the purpose of koko messing with them

🐾 not to mention that he also finds it really amusing that koko gets overly excited when it comes to lasers. homare is curious why this would be the case, so he usually uses the laser to play with koko when he has free time. he doesn't think of where he points the laser though, so his wooden desk ends up having a lot of scratches. again, he knows and he doesn't care in the slightest.

🐾 misumi adores koko so much. her ears are triangles, her paws are triangle, her nose is triangle. she is a fucking triangle. with the help of kazunari, he already has a whole album of koko's best pictures in polaroid films. most of them are in a photo book so that everyone has a physical copy to look at, while some of them are taped on misumi's wall. the ones on misumi's room are particularly the ones where her ears are especially prominent.

🐾 at least twice or thrice a week, misumi brings koko out of the dorm and brings her to other groups of stray cats that misumi deems trustworthy. nothing bad happens to koko gladly, because only god knows what would happen once misumi's instincts tell him something horrible is about to happen to their pet cat, and they're always spot on

🐾 citron has ZERO sense of personal space when it comes to koko. citron would literally touch koko anywhere, thinking she is fine with it. unfortunately, there are times when citron pets koko on parts she doesn't want to be touched, particularly the tail and the area around it. citron's hands always end up covered in scratches. over time, he memorized where he should and shouldn't touch like the back of his hand

🐾 citron made a koko jr. which was completely intended to be for display purposes. the cat saw it as a new mouse toy however, so it didn't take a whole day for koko jr. to look like a ball of messed up wool. it doesn't look like a damn cat anymore, though it passes as an extremely fluffy and distorted alpaca

🐾 sakyo never shows affection to the cat. no pets, no strokes, nothing. the most he does to koko is spare her a glance, and sometimes he even glares at her from a distance when sakyo gets too absorbed in his thoughts... despite that, everyone wonders why every time sakyo comes home, she gets more energetic greeting him compared to how she'd greet the rest of the boys when they come back to the dorm

🐾 azuma knows. he would sometimes stay up for late night talks with sakyo, and through their conversations that's when azuma learns how much sakyo cares. azuma often helps sakyo out on trimming koko's nails when they're getting kind of long, trying to be as careful as possible so as to not hurt her.

🐾 azuma is also amused at the fact that sakyo tries to ignore koko resting on his lap, or when he pretends not to notice the cat trying to slip in the pockets of his coat. knowing sakyo, he'll definitely complain about the white fur on his black coat later on. as funny as it is, azuma knows better than to say a word about it.

🐾 before kazunari realized it, his camera roll is pretty much filled with random pictures of koko. most of them are just derp pictures, though... kazunari captures her weird quirks, like how she likes to fall asleep with all fours spread out like a starfish, or how she constantly make noises on the door stopper if she wants to get in the room. the picture with koko's most horrified face on it was when banri threw her high up mid-air, and that is never going to get deleted.

🐾 they find everything the cat does very adorable, even though she is just drinking water from her bowl. or when her tongue gets stuck on the ice tray omi brought out from the fridge. or when she yawns and taichi sticks a finger in her mouth and she doesn't know what to do next. or when she squints her eyes at homare when he gets in a blabbering rampage. literally everything.

🐾 at some point, kazunari thought it'd be a good idea to have those cat tunnels mounted on walls so there will be more room for koko to play. he just said it out of nowhere, but everyone agreed on that idea. after a week or two, the whole dorm is basically a cat playground with a crapton of shelves, slides, and tunnels on the walls, save for the practice room, bathroom, and the bedrooms.

🐾 did sakyo said that they are never, ever getting another pet after koko? yeah right, there's no way that's actually happening. high chances are they got more cats so that the cat playground they all built together will get utilized. the more, the merrier!! even though sakyo complains a lot about the expenses, they all know he isn't against the idea, though they better not tease him for it or sakyo will definitely take it back

[cela-astral-projection]

Aric/Aedan Vernersson Character Survey

Basic Character Questions

First name? Aric. Psuedoname is Aedan 

Surname? Vernersson 

Middle names? Axel 

Nicknames? Brother 

Date of birth? September 23rd 

Age? Early to mid-twenties (died around his 25th birthday), but he's quite responsible for a young man. 

 Physical / Appearance

Height? 6'3

Weight? 240

Build? Buff but still soft. 

Hair color? Pale yellow/white. 

Hairstyle? Long, thick and wavy hair that is usually pulled back 

Eye color? Silver 

Glasses or contact lenses?: He wears glasses when he has to do a lot of writing or reading for eyestrain, but other than that, he has excellent vision. 

Distinguishing facial features? He's not big on shaving, so he generally has some form of facial hair. 

Which facial feature is most prominent? His jawline. 

Which bodily feature is most prominent? His arms or his monster hands. 

Other distinguishing features? Bright silver eyes. 

Skin? Tawny brown, like his mother's. 

Hands? Ginormous meat hooks. 

Makeup? Not his thing. Lucio made him put on his eyeliner once. It melted in the sun, and he swore it off because it burned his eyes. 

Scars? His hands are a little rough, and he's got a few cuts up his arms, but nothing too pronounced. 

Birthmarks? Some darker brown pigmentation on the back of his arms. Pretty faint. 

Tattoos? He has some sun paintings (one on each pec) reminiscent of the rock art from his village on his chest in a dark sienna color.

Physical handicaps? Bone spurs on his heels, but that's just an annoyance. 

Type of clothes?: It depends on what he's doing. In the palace, he wears grey and charcoal with red and gold accents. When he's just going about his day, he wears lightweight linens in a rainbow of colors. 

What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc.) Like I said, the boy has bone spurs on his heels, so they were already giant monster feet, but that just adds to their length. He takes good care of his feet. He likes high-quality boots and shoes. (Unlike his sister who would go barefoot everywhere.)

Race / Ethnicity?: His father is from Lucio and Morga's tribe, and his mother is one of the southern tribes on the frozen sea. (A/N: for all intents and purposes, I write them as Swedes/Post-Spanish Mission  Chumash Indians because...that's what Kristen (Celeste) and Erik (Aric) are.) 

Are they in good health? Aric was always in generally good health. Until he wasn't... 

Do they have any disabilities? None to speak of. 

(image of Chumash Rock art for tattoo reference) 

Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse? "Yeah, Bud!" 

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? Optimistic 

Are they introverted or extroverted? Extroverted

Do they ever put on airs? Nope. You won't find a more chill, friendly guy. 

What bad habits do they have? Nail-biting and hair pulling (trichotillomania, but he has to be very, very anxious) 

What makes them laugh out loud?: So many things. And at inappropriate times. 

How do they display affection? Gifts, acts of service. 

How do they want to be seen by others? Reliable, approachable, trustworthy.

Strongest character trait? Seeing the best in others. 

Weakest character trait? Blind loyalty. 

How competitive are they? Very. 

How do they react to praise? He loves hearing praise and being told he's doing a good job. It gives him warm fuzzies. 

How do they react to criticism? He is very open to criticism as long as it's constructive. 

What is their greatest fear? Not being able to save his loved ones. 

What are their biggest secrets? He's an open book. Except for that whole...fake name-Lucio is my cousin thing. (Which he is not terribly good at hiding) 

What is their philosophy of life? How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

What haunts them? His mother's face when he left home. 

What will they stand up for? Anyone, anytime. 

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? Outdoorsy. 

What is their sinful little habit? He wouldn't consider it immoral, but he does indulge in some of the magician's...herbal remedies. 

What sense do they most rely on? Sight. 

How do they treat people better than them? As equals

How do they treat people worse than them? As equals

What do they consider an overrated virtue? Temperance.

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?   Probably would do better to realize that some people just can't be reached, but damned if he doesn't try. 

What is their obsession? Fishing and his dog. 

What are their pet peeves? People that touch his food without permission. Aedan doesn't share food! He will buy your food! NO TOUCH. (Though Celeste will note that he has no compunction about stealing her food.) 

Friends and Family

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of?: Small. Mama, Papa, Sister, and Him. There is, of course, the extended family and his tribe, but the core group was relatively small. 

What is their perception of a family? Family is the most important thing. 

Do they have siblings? Older or younger?: One sister. Same age. 

Describe their best friend. Bit of a ditz. Funny (though it's unclear if he means to be). Dog lover. Drinking buddy. 

Ideal best friend? Someone not afraid to throw their stuff in a satchel and get lost for a day. Bonfire under the stars. Loves dogs. Not scared of touching fish. 

Do they have any pets? Ebba! Borzoi like M & M but with big brown patches and knows how to mind. 

 Past and Future

What was your character like as a baby? As a child?: He was a happy, inquisitive baby. He was rough and tumble, always on the go. Occasionally he’d scare himself (falling) but he only needed to be told that he was okay and he’d keep on going. 

Did they grow up rich or poor? They had no real need for money unless they were traveling, and then they mostly traded for what they needed.

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected? Nurtured. 

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? Left them. Wasn't his idea, though. Still feels terrible.

What are their ambitions? Getting to be free and live his own life. 

What smells remind them of their childhood? Woodfire. Briny seawater. Spice. 

What was their childhood ambition? Be the head of the rowers that went out to the islands. 

What is their best childhood memory? Traveling with dad to the surrounding tribes and making friends with other kids. 

Did they have an imaginary childhood friend? No. He had so many friends he didn't have time for imaginary ones. 

 Love

Do they believe in love at first sight? Maybe? His parents had an arranged marriage, and he thinks that's pretty fine.  He likes getting to know people to make sure that what he's feeling is real. 

How do they behave in a relationship? He's all about making his partner feel cherished and comfortable. He likes to move slow...ish. 

What sort of sex do they have? He's not exactly wild. But, he's open-minded. 

Has your character ever been in love? Sure. 

Have they ever had their heart broken? Nah. If he parts with people, it's amicable. 

 Conflict

How do they respond to a threat? Try to reason. If not, try to subdue with as little injury as possible. 

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? Fists, honestly. If it comes to that. Even then, he'd probably just try to wrestle and pin them. 

What is your character's kryptonite? The concept of someone he cares about being hurt. 

If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? His dog. Not an object, but things aren't that important. 

How do they perceive strangers? Never met one. 

What are their phobias? Ophidiophobia, so it's probably good that he never really got to know Asra because Faust would have scared him to death. 

What is their choice of weapon? If he had to really fight, he'd use a one-handed battle-ax. 

What living person do they most despise? Valdemar, but living and person are both kinda uncertain terms. 

Have they ever been bullied or teased? No. Even if he was, it wouldn't bother him. 

Where do they go when they're angry? For a walk. 

 Work, Education, and Hobbies

What is their current job? Head guard of the palace. 

What do they think about their current job? Get to hang out with his bud most of the time, so that's pretty neat. Could do with less having to enforce his stupid decrees (which he finds ways around if he can.) 

What are some of their past jobs? Fisherman and hunter. 

What are their hobbies? Fishing, hunting, falconry, reading. 

Educational background? No formal education. Dad taught him how to read and write, but he didn't have much use for either of those skills until he came to Vesuvia. 

Intelligence level? Himbo-lite. 

Do they have any specialist training? Jack of all trades, master of none. 

Do they play a sport? Are they any good? Rowing and wrestling. 

What is their socioeconomic status? Upper class? Lucio pays well. 

 Favorites

What is their favorite animal? Ebba. 

Which animal to they dislike the most? Snakes. 

What place would they most like to visit? He'd like to travel like his dad did before his parents got married, but he's not picky. 

What is the most beautiful thing they've ever seen? Poppy fields! 

What is their favorite song? No Hurry - Zac Brown Band

Music, art, reading preferred? Reading but music is a close second. 

What is their favorite color? Green or blue. 

Favorite food: Grilled stuffed portobello mushrooms with bleu cheese. 

 Possessions

What is in their fridge: Beer, red wine (that hefty stuff that leaves long tendrils when you swirl it. he likes to chew his wine). Meat, cheese, mushrooms, bread, a lot of veggies. 

What is on their bedside table? Reading glasses and a book. 

What is in their pockets? Money. 

What is their most treasured possession? His dog. But calling her a possession feels terrible. 

��Spirituality

Do they believe in the afterlife? Sure. 

What are their religious views? He believes in spiritual guides, and he believes in magic. Though he is sadly more like his father than his mother in that he really can't cast.

Are they superstitious? He's a little 'stitious. 

What would they like to be reincarnated as? A peregrine falcon. 

How would they like to die? Not the way he did, that's for sure. That sucked. 

What is your character's spirit guide? Duckhawk! 

What is their zodiac sign? Libra. 

 Daily life

What are their eating habits? An army marches on their stomach. He always makes sure to have a decent breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 

Do they have any allergies? Just pollen. 

Describe their home. The palace. His room is pretty spartan. Bed, dresser, desk, couple side tables, mirror. 

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? Minimalist. 

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? Try to get to the bath before everyone else does. 

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon? Nap or go for a hike out in the woods. 

What do they do on a Friday night? Drink with Lou. 

What is the soft drink of choice? If such a thing existed, it would be original Coke. 

What is their alcoholic drink of choice? He's an appreciator of fine whiskey and wine. But, he won't turn his nose up at a good ale or cider. 

 Miscellaneous

What is their character archetype? The hunter. 

Who is their hero? His dad. 

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween? Thor. 

Are they comfortable with technology? Ehhhh. Not really. He can use it but would rather not. 

If they could save one person, who would it be? He couldn't pick. 

If they could call one person for help, who would it be? Linnea. 

What is their favorite proverb? Friendship is love with understanding. 

What is their greatest extravagance? Gifts. He buys gifts like the world will end tomorrow. 

Do they believe in happy endings? Sure. 

What would they ask a fortune-teller? Am I doing the right thing?

@vesuviasfastestcourier​ Will this help until I can write more Aedan fic? :)

[onesoftgal]

Another Love

Pairing: Tom x Fem!Reader

Request: anon - An imagine based on the song “Another Love” by Tom Odell with Tom?

Warnings: super angst, sad reader and tom, tommy isnt the best in this one

Word Count: 2.1K

Note: another request that ive taken too long to write but i hope you enjoy this pile of angst it made me sad to write. italics are the lyrics. also the way i wrote this imagine from the lyrics is from my own interpretation of the song but it could probably be different for you. also i didn’t include all the different lyrics because they didn’t make sense with the order of events if that makes sense, but maybe i’ll make another part to add to this and the lyrics i skipped

I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care

But it’s so cold and I don’t know where

I brought you daffodils in a pretty string

But they won’t flower like they did last spring

Tom knew you were beginning to notice him pulling back from you. What began as a healthy and loving relationship had abruptly become one sided in attempt to keep it alive. No matter how hard Tom tried, he had been losing his will to try anymore. The side effects of his broken heart from his prior relationship was taking a toll on his efforts, and keeping him from ever truly loving you back.

The two of you had been together for over a year, and in the beginning, it was easy for Tom to be with you. It had been a time where there wasn’t as much obligation to love, a short time where Tom was able to forget the woman that broke him, and have hope that he could build something with the woman in front of him.

But, the longer the two of you were together, the more Tom realised that he couldn’t give more of himself to you, since a part of him had been stolen by someone else. His trust and his ability to let himself love you had been blocked, he couldn’t see his feelings for you ever comparing to the feelings he had for her.

Tom had been sinking into himself for months now, the connection between the two of you depleting as each day passed by. You saw him getting farther and farther from your reach, and each time he showed you any kind of affection, you always saw the barrier that kept it from truly meaning anything to him. He wanted to love you, wanted to make you feel loved, to remind you, and himself, of the relationship that was slowly fading away.

“Tom?” He hears your soft voice speak out as he walks through the door of your shared apartment. His blank eyes follow the sound to find you sitting on the couch, staring up at him with soft, hopeful eyes. You smile softly when he makes eye contact, trying to ignore how truly far away he seems. “Thank god you’re here, I almost thought you forgot.”

At your statement, Tom opens his mouth in question, before he notices the summer dress that adorns your body and the light makeup that you usually wouldn’t wear. He stumbles back a bit when it clicks in his head that he had asked you on a date last week after forgetting another prior to that. Your soft smile drops when you see his reaction, sighing softly to yourself in disappointment. He forgot again.

“About that” he looks back to you, only for you to turn away to play absentmindedly with the hem of the dress, humming in response. “It’s pretty chilly out tonight. Better to go out when it’s a bit warmer, I don’t want you getting sick.” he offers you a small smile, trying to convince the both of you of his reasoning.

“Okay” you almost whisper, nodding your head, your head still downward trying to hide the tears begging to escape. “I guess I’ll change out of this then.” you rise from the couch and briskly brush past Tom, his hand fighting to reach out for you but you’re too quick for him to catch.

Tom lets out a heavy breath, clenching his jaw, listening to the soft rustles coming from your bedroom. He wishes he knew how to make you happy, how to give you as much as you give him, but his heart was made cold after his heartbreak, and no weather would ever be warm enough to bring it back to life.

After a minute of standing there, listening to your soft movements, Tom shakes his head and walks into the kitchen, immediately reaching for the cool beer waiting for him the fridge.

After opening the bottle as fast as he could, Tom pauses before he can take his first sip, his eyes being caught by the sad sight of the wilted petals of the flowers he had gotten you as an apology for forgetting your last date. He then remembers the immediate frown that had formed on your face when he said they were your favourite kind, immediately realising his mistake. They were never your favourite, they were hers. And even if he didn’t say it, you knew it too.

Tom jumps at the slam of your bedroom door, the action shaking the apartment just enough for one of the many wilted petals to give up holding on, and falling delicately to the counter. He stares blankly at the fallen petal, so far away in himself that he doesn’t even see you standing in the doorway staring sadly at him, the two of you both wishing the objects of your attention had just held on a little longer.

And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright

I’m just so tired to share my nights

You clear your throat after the pain of looking at the man you love became too much, and his attention was turned back to you. Standing there, looking beautiful as ever, he can see the hurt in your eyes, and he wishes for nothing than to be able to reassure you that everything was okay, that the two of you were okay, but she was holding him back from ever letting that happen.

Tom walks hesitantly over to you, placing his beer on the kitchen table. Once he’s in front of you, he brings his hand to the back of your head and bringing your forehead to his lips to leave a short kiss. You close your eyes and sigh at the affection, while Tom is looking straight up at the ceiling begging whoever was out there to let him be able to love you.

“Lets find something to watch, yeah?” he speaks softly against your forehead before you nod against his lips. You pull away from him, looking back at his face, searching his eyes, for what, you weren’t sure, before turning and heading towards the TV. He watches your form once again walking away from him before grabbing his beer and following you.

As the two of you sit together on the couch, paying little attention to what was on the TV, you couldn’t have felt father from Tom. As much as he’s trying to show signs of affection, pulling you to his side, brushing his fingers against your arm, his once warm touches now feel cold, and you realise that what was once just a chill in his heart has now pumped ice through his body, and your love for him will never be enough to bring back his warmth.

And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight

But my hands been broken, one too many times

So I’ll use my voice, I’ll be so fucking rude

Words they always win, but I know I’ll lose

“Tom!” You called after your boyfriend’s retreating figure, you trying to keep up with his brisk tread on the wet sidewalk. “Tom, stop!” your voice cracked at your desperate and frustrated cry. He finally stops, and you pause yourself, feet away from him, observing his heaving shoulders.

The two of you stand in the rain, now blocks away from the party he couldn’t help but escape, trying to find the words to say to the other without those words becoming harsher than the stormy winds that were picking up around you.

“Tom.” you beg softly, slowly inching towards him until you’re reaching out to touch his shoulder. He gulps once he feels your touch, hesitantly turning his head to look at your sullen and worried face. He backs away from your touch, growing frustrated at himself and the situation he just put himself in.

“God” he scoffs, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Why on earth are you worried about me right now?” his voice is laced with confusion, which matches the confusion that captures your face once his words hit you.

“Of course I’m worried about you.” you start, frustration and question lacing your voice. “Tom, the way you acted back there…” you pause, bringing your hand to your forehead, shaking your head. “I’ve never seen you be like that before, the way you spoke to him-”

“He deserved it, Y/N” he cuts you off, his voice growing angrier, and at this point, you’re no longer sure who that anger is towards.

You clench your teeth at what he said, thinking back to how rude your friend had acted towards you back at the party, and how Tom, who had been distant as ever prior to it, had reacted. His words toward your friend, although with reason behind them, were vulgar and harsh, and the anger behind Toms voice was an anger that appeared to be fighting to escape him. It was an anger that you never expected to see from the sweet man in front of you.

“Yes, he did deserve to be told off.” you start off, nodding your head in agreement. “But I could have handled it. You know that.” you sigh to yourself before continuing. “It’s like you were just looking for someone to yell at, like you needed to let something up. What’s going on with you Tom?”

“Nothing is going on, Jesus. Last time I try to stand up for you.” he watches as you stumble back as if his words physically pushed you back and instantly regrets letting the impulsive words escape his mouth.

“That was not standing up for me. That was putting your male ego and impulse ahead of your belief in me.” your voice raises unknowingly, your usually calm exterior long forgotten with your desire for finally being heard by the man in from of you.

Tom lets a loud sigh escape his mouth before pursing his lips, his eyes wondering the empty, wet streets, letting himself look everywhere besides you. He understands what you’re trying to tell him, he knew it right after he made the scene in front of you and all your friends. He had just been so tired of fighting himself that he wanted, needed, to fight anyone else, and he wanted to prove that he could fight for you. But, just like his fight with himself, he lost tragically. He was losing you, even though in reality, he never truly let himself have any of you in the first place.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you Tom. Right now…I don’t even know who you are.” your voice cracks, just before a big boom of thunder shakes the world around you. You look up towards the dark sky before wrapping your arms around yourself and looking back towards Tom. “Please, just talk to me.”

After long moments of silence from his end, you suck in a large, shaky breath, before letting out a loud sigh. “Alright then. I’m going back to the party, you should head home.” you jut your chin up, trying to keep your head high and your emotions steady. “Don’t wait up, I’ll probably be staying there tonight.”

Once you realise that you won’t be hearing a response from him, you turn abruptly and almost run from the man, and argument behind you.

And I wanna cry I wanna learn to love But all my tears have been used up

On another love

It had been a week since the argument, and as much as you tried to get Tom to respond to you, he gave you little to hold on to. Even though he gave you a handful of apologies and a paycheck’s worth of someone else’s favourite flowers, you knew he really didn’t mean any of it.

He wanted to mean though. Tom wished he could feel remorse for the broken relationship, but all he felt was guilt that he invited you into a relationship that would remain one sided from beginning to end.

He wished he had the energy to cry, he wanted to feel the pain of losing you, to feel the pain that he knew you were feeling. He only felt the pain from the love lost before you, the love that he would never be able to give to you.

And even as he watched you walk out the door, luggage in hand and streaming tears on your cheeks, he couldn’t even muster up one single tear, because as much as he wanted to cry for the loss of you, all he did stand stiffly and you took one sad look at him before disappearing behind the slammed door.

All my tears have been used up On another love, another love All my tears have been used up

A/N: wow this was just so sad im sad sorry for all this angst and for the long long wait for this shitty angst but i hope you enjoyed. if ya have any requests, send them my way, i may take a while bc im terrible but i love writing them. also let me know how you liked this, any feedback is appreciated!

[wonwoosthetic]

Saviour || Jake Gyllenhaal

Heyy everyone, here you have another Jake Gyllenhaal imagine, very kindly requested by Anonymous - I hope you enjoy it!! :)

Request:  Hey! Hope your doing great. Can I request an imagine with Jake Gyllenhaal, where the reader and him used to be a couple, but they split and the reader is in a new relationship and her new bf is abusive and idk how but jake finds out about it and like he saves her and they get back together or something ? ☺️

AND my Finn Cole imagine “Just Tell Me That You Love Me” just hit 100 likes, so thank you SO MUCH for this, that is absolutely insane, I would have never imagines ANY of my writing to get anywhere near as that many likes!

Warning: hints to an abusive relationship, a described punching scene, sadness, some curse words

Please don’t read, if you’re sensitive towards this subject!

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader

Saviour

--- A Year Before ---

„What do you mean, you can’t do this anymore?”

Your boyfriend of two years was sitting on your shared couch in the living room with you standing in front of him, slightly blocking the view to the TV. After you got back from work and found him chilling there, you thought this was the time ‘Now or never’, to tell him about your current state and opinion of your relationship. You knew, when you had just started dating him, that it wasn’t going to be easy – he was actor, of course he would be travelling a lot – but you would have never thought, that it would come to that point, where you just couldn’t cope with it anymore and you were trying to make him understand.

“Y-Y-You’re never here, how are we supposed to keep this relationship going?”

He scoffed, pretty much screaming at this point “The same way we have been doing this for the last two years!” His hands waved around in rage.

Your right hand was on your hip, while the other one held your forehead while pacing around the room “But that’s the point! We haven’t been doing it for the past years! It worked at first, but now, you don’t even realize it – we almost never see each other!”

Jake stood up, clearly done with the situation, every now and then while yelling, pointing at you “You knew what you were getting yourself in to! I told you, I would be all over the world! Yes, it’s hard, but our relationship is not that bad – you have no idea!” You never thought, you would ever say that, but he terrified you. You were scared of him.

Trying to sound as calmed down as you possibly could, you tried to calm him down “See…you don’t even see it. There-Look, there’s nothing bad about it… we just have to get real and be OK with it.”

“I don’t even know, what the heck you’re talking about”, his voice was calmer again, but your rage rose quickly

“ABOUT US! WHAT THE FREAK ELSE?! I don’t want to sit here alone most of the nights in the year, missing you on Christmas Eve, Easter-Sunday or whatever freaking holiday you missed because of your job!! I… I respect you… and your job, but I can’t do this anymore and that’s final”, you slowly approached him, taking both of his hands in yours “Please. You have to understand this. I love you. You deserve someone, who can cope with this… all of it.”

His head rose up, looking you in the eyes, instead of on the floor “But I love you, only you. I know it’s hard, but we can work it out, don’t you think?” His voice was shaking, and tears started to form in the man’s eyes. Guilt was building up inside you, but your decision was final, so you just sadly shook your head and muttered under your breath “No, I’m so sorry.”

He let go of your hands and pulled you into a tight hug.

--- A Year Later ---

You were in the supermarket in the new part of New York you had just moved to with your boyfriend, Sam. The both of you had met in a bar a month after Jake and you had broken up. You had been there mourning about your unfair life and drinking your sorrow away - something very unlikely to you, normally.

Pushing the trolly through each aisle, you were looking at the wide range of food, spices, drinks, et cetera. ‘Who the heck needs four different brands of cereal with the same type and flavour?’ Just as you were turning into the next aisle, you suddenly came to sight with someone you had never thought of seeing, ever again. Your ex. Jake. Jake Gyllenhaal, the actor. The thought of just quickly turning around came to your mind, but you decided against it – you were an adult, you could do this. After taking one deep breath, you started approaching the dark-haired man, making it look like you hadn’t already seen him.

Jake was looking at some kind of flavoured water when he turned his head to his left and immediately saw you behind the trolly. Deciding to be a good and polite human-being, he walked up to you

“Hey, (Y/N).”

You turned away from the shelves and directed your head to his direction, acting surprised

“Oh, hey Jake… it’s been a while”, that made him slightly chuckle “Yeah, a year… anyways, you-you look great, how are you?” His compliment made you smile “I’m very good and thank you. How are you holding up? I’ve seen your new movie, Stronger. Well, done. It was… very emotional.” You hadn’t actually seen it – you couldn’t see him on the big screen and not feel like a part of you got ripped out and put in front of the camera(s), also, Sam would absolutely lose his mind – but one of your friends told you about Jake’s new movie, so you decided to use that knowledge. His smile got just a tiny bit bigger – he wanted to answer, when – “Hello, Jake”, your boyfriend was suddenly standing next to you, put the canned tomato sauce in the trolly wrapped his arm around your waist, making you tense up – that action didn’t go unnoticed by Jake.

“Hey…?”, the actor answered, trying to get the man’s name out. You wanted to introduce them to each other, but Sam cut you off “Sam”, he extended his hand and shook Jake’s – he nodded. This was your chance. To shake your ex’s hand, your current boyfriend had to take a small step forward and his grip on your waist loosened up. In the very short moment Jake shot a glance at you, while shaking hands, you mouthed “Help me.”

An awkward silence followed their hands separated again and everyone stood next to each other, for a couple of seconds, before Jake excused himself

“Well, it was very nice to see you again”, he then nodded towards Sam again “and nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too”, Sam seemed unimpressed.

Jake passed him, but got up to you, hugged your body slightly, and whispered in your ear “Please, call me.” He let go and gave you a pitying smile. Your eyes followed him, while Sam moved forward cursing under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear

“What an asshole.”

--- At The House ---

While putting the stuff away that you had just bought, your boyfriend was making a big scene about meeting your ex in the supermarket

“WHAT THE HECK WAS HE THINKING?! JUST HUGGING YOU LIKE THAT!! LIKE YOU BELONG TO HIM!!” he was screaming – surely the neighbours heard that. You flinched at every new sentence he began, hoping he would stop.

You tried calming him down while putting everything in the fridge “He just hugged me. He knows, that I don’t belong to him. We broke up a year ago.” Your voice was almost as quiet as a whisper. Those words did not calm him down. Oh, no, they made him even more furious. He walked up to you and smashed the fridge door close, almost getting your hand in between, but you quickly snatched it away

“YOU BELONG TO ME! AND ONLY ME!” Sam positioned himself in front of you, making you smack your lower back into the counter behind you. He was a good foot taller – towering over your small body.

The tears started to flow – gushing out of your eyes.

“STOP CRYING YOU LITTLE BITCH!!”, he screamed into your face and raised his hand left hand, only to smack you so hard with his palm a second later, to make you fall to the ground, knocking the side of your head on one of the counters before the impact with the floor.

Sam left you crying on the floor, exiting the kitchen and shouted “YOU BETTER BE MAKING SOMETHING GOOD FOR DINNER!”, before walking upstairs and shutting the bedroom door.

You were lying on your left side on the cold tiles, trying to support your upper body with your left arm. The blood dripping out of the wound formed on your head was soon to be felt and passed your eye. He was upstairs and would not come back down until you call him for dinner – this was the time. Jake told you to call him, but that would mean, you would waste time and had to spend more in this horror of a house in the companion of this monster, you had been living with for a couple of months.

You raised yourself from the ground with the help of the handles on the counter drawer and got back on your feet. Everything had to happen quite quickly, he could still possibly hear you and walk downstairs. After walking out of the kitchen, you started looking for the car keys in the hallway. After just a short while of tiptoeing around, you found them, took them in your hands, and put your shoes on – not even bothered to get with a jacket, although it being the end of Winter. When you opened the front door and got outside, you made sure to close it very quietly again. You ran towards the car, got in, closed the door, and immediately tried to start it with shaking hands, which it did after the first try.

While driving, you prayed that Jake didn’t move away and was still living in the same street, in the same house. The journey was, thankfully, short and soon you found yourself in front of the house, in which you had left him only a year ago. While sitting in the car, you started thinking about what to say to him and how much you regret leaving this dream of a man and boyfriend Jake was – everything went downhill after that day.

You didn’t want to overthink everything too much and decided to just exit the vehicle and be in comfort again. After turning the car off and getting out of it, you started walking towards the old, yet familiar front door, which you used to open so many times. A couple of seconds after knocking, footsteps could be heard, from the inside, approaching the door. It opened and revealed the only person you wanted to see at that moment, Jake Gyllenhaal.

“Oh god, what happened to you? Come in.”, he invited you in, stepped aside, and stared at you in shock and pity. The actor led you to the couch and you took a seat when he came back with some tissues “Here you go.” You didn’t even realize that the tears were still spilling out of your eyes – you just couldn’t seem to stop them. After a while of trying to calm down and Jake comforting you in a big hug, he felt confident enough to ask a question

“What did he do to you?”

The thought made you want to cry even more, but you held back and got all your courage together, thinking that you finally had to tell somebody to get it off your chest

“H-He-He hit-t me. But i-it wasn’t th-the first time.”

“Why didn’t you do anything?”, he wondered.

“Why I didn’t do anything?”, you sounded a lot more furious than intended,” He has been keeping me inside for the entire time of us being together!”, you sobbed in between and tried to stop yourself from crying even more “Th-This today, was one… of the first times, he let me leave the house.” Your hands were holding your face at that point. “He got jealous because of you.” That made him stop rubbing comforting circles on your back.

“I can’t do this anymore”, was the sentence you got out, being completely out of breath.

Jake took your face in his hands, made you look at him, and looked you deeply into your eyes, with his steel-blue ones “You’re safe. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, ever again. I won’t leave you.” You were looking for comfort and definitely received that from the man in front of you, but at that moment, you remembered how much his kisses calmed you down.

Your hands reached up to his, which were still holding your face, and your face neared his, only a short moment later your lips touched. It was a gentle and loving kiss, full of the regret of ever leaving each other. After separating again, Jake finished his statement from before

“Not this time.”

Thank you for taking your time to read this, I hope you enjoyed it :)

Sorry, if the gifs don’t fit that well, I couldn't find any, that fitted 100 %, but I still wanted to use some - was that a good idea or is it better to leave them in general? Please tell me :)

I hope you have/had a wonderful day/night!! :)

[scrapyardboyfriends]

31 July 2017

[Outside The Shop with Robert, Rebecca, Adam and Adam’s insane helmet hair]

ROBERT: *Hobble Hobble*

REBECCA: Hey Rob! It’s only the next day for us but the audience have had a weekend between episodes so…

ROBERT: What’s a weekend? Sorry sorry...been watching those Downton box sets again...carry on.

REBECCA: I just wanted to ask where your crutch is because the audience might have forgotten you had one and that you fell down the stairs. (EMILY: And besides you limp normally. People need to remember that this is different.)

ROBERT: Oh you know, people were mocking me for it and even though I don’t want anyone to know that I care what people think, I do so I ditched it.

REBECCA: I’ve noticed you’re a bit touchy? Why is that? Why does it feel like I’m just quizzing you so that the audience will know what you’re up to?

ROBERT: Probably cause you are? That’s the main reason why you’re in this scene, apart from us always needing to be seen together by someone to make my life more miserable. #ThisPlotSucks Anyway, to remind the audience, Aaron is coming home today.

REBECCA: And?

ROBERT: And...well Adam told me to move out of the flat yesterday but that means Aaron knows I’m still there and he hasn’t personally asked me to leave so that must mean everything’s gonna be totally fine.

REBECCA: Now that we got the recap of ‘Last Week on Emmerdale’ out of the way, what’s the plan?

ROBERT: Not done with the recap just yet. So last week I understood that Aaron needed space, but today I’ve decided a take away and some beers and a good old fashioned sofa snuggle while we watch a film is exactly what will make everything better. But...no pressure you know.

*Adam pulls up on the quad* - the Plot’s way of reminding us of better Bartsy days? -

REBECCA: Oh, well Adam is here and he’s seen us together so I can go now, but I’ll probably see you later. I’ve got my finger’s crossed for you though, because now that your marriage is over, I’m weirdly rooting for you!

ADAM: *Bad helmet hair flops in the wind* You still haven’t moved out yet.

ROBERT: We already established that. If you’re not gonna add to the scene, why are you here?

ADAM: Screen time? But no, really, do everyone a favor so we don’t have to go through this Plot Point again, and move out.

ROBERT: *I’ll repeat as many Plot Points as I damn well please Face*

[The Woolpack with Adam, Victoria, Robert, Aaron and...well...Rebecca]

ADAM: Time to set up Robert’s further heartbreak. This is fun. I can’t believe he still thinks he has a shot!

REBECCA: He cares about him! I know because we had several scenes about this in the past two weeks while you were away.

ADAM: Why are you here again?

REBECCA: Contractual obligations? Maybe?

ADAM: Well, fine, but get the memo. Robert Sugden is a self serving person and has been from birth. He only cares about himself. If he cared about Aaron, he’d give him space like he asked, let him have his own Plot for a while because this one has put him through enough.

VICTORIA: Well, I guess I can actually be a good sister and talk to my brother and try and make him see sense. - Look I’m trying to be a reasonable character and notice I haven’t mentioned the ‘B’ word at all...and neither has anyone else for that matter...curious. Isn’t that why this all happened in the first place?!? -

*Robert enters*

ADAM: Robert! Right on cue! (ACTOR ADAM: Ryan! This is exactly why you were nominated for that TV Choice Award!)

ROBERT: Oh look, all the people tangentially related to this Plot in one place. This must mean I’ve walked into an important scene. I still haven’t moved out of the flat, are we gonna talk about that some more?

VICTORIA: Actually your timing isn’t all that great.

ROBERT: Well I don’t want to talk about it all anyway. I just wanted to see if my Bourne box set is here because if anything is going to cheer Aaron up, it’s watching Matt Damon and Jason Fucking Bourne being awesome. It’s his favorite. I know that cause he’s everything to me.

ADAM: Seriously? You think that empty gesture is going to change anything? I just don’t get the allure of Matt Damon?! Look, you screwed everything up in this Plot, deal with it!

ROBERT: Oh what? Like you did with Vic? We’re both the bad guys in our own Plots Adam! Deal with it!

ADAM: Look, everyone else has forgotten about my Plot, why would you bring it up?

VICTORIA: Adam I referenced it last week okay!

ROBERT: Oh, is your non existent Plot not going well? Is that why you’ve inserted yourself into mine?

ADAM: *Hurts Robert* Look, Aaron is my best mate. The audience has forgotten that a bit since we’ve hardly had any scenes together until recently. I’ve only got like another six months left to make sure they really care about our bond so when it’s ripped away when I leave, they feel extra emotional about it. So, I’m going to get all threateny with you. Move out of Aaron’s flat or else–

AARON: *Enters at the opportune moment* Or else what? (DANNY: Oh what, did you think Ryan was the only one with impeccable timing? I’m up for a TV Choice Award too!)

ADAM: *Aaron I got this Face*

ROBERT: *Brain short circuits* *AARON AARON AARON Face*

[The Woolpack with Robert, Aaron, Adam, Victoria and Propbecca]

ROBERT: I was just planning a night in to cuddle on the sofa and watch Jason Fucking Bourne. Wanted to make you feel at home.

AARON: In my home...that I already kicked you out of?

ADAM: Yeah somehow he missed that Plot Point Aaron, but really, I’ve got this…

ROBERT: Look I know, but you were off screen for two weeks and the audience might have forgotten that so, we need to have this establishing episode where we basically go through everything one final time so I can probably be more heartbroken and everyone can catch up. But in those two weeks Aaron, I missed you so much. You’re all I’ve thought about. Ask anyone! I’ve been a total disaster. Anyway, the fans and I were hoping that maybe you’ve been feeling the same way?

AARON: Hmm...yeah...I’m moving away from this Plot and into my own Plot that involves boxing of all things so...I need to keep my distance. Why would I think about you and this Plot when I’ve just gotten out?

ROBERT: Because Aaron...this is us remember? Team Aaron and Robert?! The fans still want it. It’s all they ask about. #AreWeBackTogetherYet

VICTORIA: Robert maybe this isn’t the best time. Try ignoring your relationship problems like me!

ADAM: Yeah, works so much better!

ROBERT: All I’m asking for is a chance Aaron!

AARON: *Trying to remain chill Face*

PROPBECCA: *Exists*

ROBERT: Aaron we all hate this Plot but surely they wouldn’t have broken us up without hope of rebuilding us? I know we can work this out!

AARON: *Trying to remain chill Face* *Slides gaze over Robert’s shoulder*

PROPBECCA: *Exists* *Blink Blink Blink*

AARON: *Oh ffs she’s still here Face* *Yep she and that thing we’re all not talking about that supposedly this Plot is about are still a problem Face* Nope. It’s too late for that. (FANDOM: WHYYYYYY???!!!!)

ROBERT: *Heartbroken Face*

[The Mill of Misery with Robert and Victoria]

ROBERT: *Sorting laundry and wishing he could be doing this kind of boring domestic activity with Aaron*

VICTORIA: *Enters* Hey Rob, need some help dealing with the soul crushing end of your marriage that was never legal in the first place?

ROBERT: Adam sent you to make sure I actually left this time so we don’t have to redo this Plot Point again?

VICTORIA: No, we’ve established that I’m ignoring Adam and that Plot. I came to check up on yours and you know...you…

ROBERT: Well...I didn’t plan on having my heart to heart with Aaron in the pub, but if we’d had it here then it would have made way less sense for Rebecca to just randomly be there as a prop. But hey at least I and the audience knows where I stand...again.

VICTORIA: So...where you going to go?

ROBERT: Well Diane offered me a room and since I can’t stand Doug and his prized marrow, I’ve picked the B&B where I can at least minimize my Doug interaction.

VICTORIA: You could always move in with me!

ROBERT: And...Rebecca? Really? #WhatEvenIsThisPlot

VICTORIA: Relax, it was just a test to prove to the fans that you haven’t given up all hope for reuniting with Aaron one day when the Plot allows!

ROBERT: I’m sorry, did you miss the last two weeks of my wallowing? Look, I know I messed up and I don’t deserve to be happy after what I did (FANDOM: NOOOOO Robert stop! Yes you do! Someone give him a hug!) The truth is, and I know this shocks absolutely no one, I still love him.

VICTORIA: Give him time. I’m sure the Plot will put you back together again soon.

ROBERT: No...the Plot had us break up like nine times in the course of three weeks. That’s a record even for us. I’m pretty sure it’s over.

[The Mill of Misery with Aaron and Robert]

ROBERT: *Now that I’m sober I can totally handle these stairs Face* *Heartbroken Face*

AARON: *Enters* *slams door to announce presence just in case*

ROBERT: *Sad voice* Don’t worry, I’m leaving and taking my Hell Plot with me. Oh and there’s some beers in our alcohol fridge that I won’t get to enjoy anymore. And there’s some take away that I’d thought we could heat up but nothing matters anymore. #ThisPlotRuinedMyLife

AARON: *Avoids eye contact* Right...thanks *Tries to remain chill*

ROBERT: Right, I just have to try this one more time. I mean what I said when I was publicly losing my dignity in the pub and begging you to take me back. I really did miss you. I didn’t even shower for days!

AARON: That’s not endearing at all Robert. Look, let’s not rehash this Plot Point yet again. The audience get it now, you’re moving out.

ROBERT: *Voice breaking* For what it’s worth...I’m really sorry this Plot exists.

AARON: Yeah...me too *walks to kitchen*

ROBERT: *Please don’t leave me Face*

AARON: *Deep breath* *Trying to remain chill* *Gets beer*

ROBERT: *Resigned to my miserable fate...I wonder how I can make this worse the rest of the week and next because I definitely haven’t hit rock bottom yet Face* *Sadly leaves the house that should have been his home*

AARON: *Trying to remain chill* *Deep breath* *Goes to drink beer* *Nope can’t even do it Face* *Screw it, no one can see me now Face* *Drowns heartbreak with Robert’s beer* (FANDOM: Can we have some of that?)

[spinoffcinnamonroll]

Your Hoodie

Hello! This is the first fanfic I’ve written other than Finding You in a while! Anyway, this is based off of the song Hoodie by Hey Violet, so go give the song a listen while you read. I hope you like this super angsty/cringy story because honestly I don't think it's one of my best, but whatever, please enjoy leave a heart and all that jazz. Rating: K+ Fandom: Fairy Tail Ship: Nalu Warnings: mild language warning Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any of it’s characters. Here we go~

Lucy numbly entered her apartment, throwing her keys across the room. She was aiming for their rightful place on the entryway table but she knew that wasn’t where they landed. Tonight, she couldn't care less. She made her way over to her closet as she kicked off her shoes and shed her jacket. Her apartment was chilly, but not cold enough for her to keep on her heavy coat. She knew what she wanted.

She reached into her closet and pulled out a maroon colored hoodie. She chuckled to herself bitterly as she slid the worn material over her shoulders, effectively staving off the chill.

“He’d think I’m crazy for this,” She mumbled to herself. She smiled sadly before closing up her closet, fighting the tears that were close to falling. She had screamed and cried enough that night.

Lucy made her way over to her couch, bypassing it to retrieve her favorite ice cream from the fridge. She sat down on the couch with a blanket before diving into her ice cream, fiddling with the useless zipper on the hoodie in between bites. She clicked on the tv once she was done eating. She absent mindedly began chewing on the white string controlling the tightness of the hood.

She lost herself in her thoughts as she inhaled the smokey scent attached. The hoodie was comforting to her, even with the pain connected to it.  She studied and fiddled with the charred sleeves. She closed her eyes as she drowned out the tv. Soon, she was asleep.

Lucy noticed over the weeks that she repeated this cycle many times. When she was at the guild, she put on a happy face, as to not alert her friends that this was chewing her up inside. She didn’t have to worry about him because he engrossed himself in missions just to avoid her. She knew he’d eventually get up the nerve to either directly or indirectly ask for his favorite hoodie back. The one she stole playfully from him before things went sour.

She felt closer to him when she wore it, and she knew she’d have a hard time getting over him, if she ever did.

There were some nights when she’d put it on and think bitterly that she had given him everything she could have possibly given, and her only payback was this stupid hoodie that kept him close to her even though he wasn’t anymore. Even though he wasn't’ her’s anymore.

As time passed, she never stopped going to the hoodie for comfort. She wondered if he’d ever come back for it. She was waiting for him to come take it back.

About a month after that night, there was a knock on her door. It was one of the bad nights, here she’d been curled up on her bed, wrapped up in the hoodie and crying. She didn’t move, she just mumbled a half hearted ‘go away’, hoping whoever it was would just leave her the hell alone. The person knocked again more persistently. She repeated her plea, but louder this time.

“Lucy! Open the goddamn door!” A gruff voice replied, accompanied with a knock. Her eyes widened. Why was he here?

“Go away Natsu! I have nothing to say to you!” Lucy tried to sound like she hadn’t been crying moment before. She had to look as if her heart hadn’t been shattered. She didn’t want his pity.

“I’m not leaving until you open up this door and talk to me!” He retorted gruffly. She knew he meant it so she crawled out of bed and fixed up her face before angrily swinging open her front door.

“What the hell do you want?” She snapped, standing so she made it clear he wasn’t coming in. She nearly lost her resolve when she saw him for the first time in a month, but she managed to keep it.

“I- I came for my hoodie.” He stammered, his harsh temper from before suddenly gone.

Lucy looked down and realized she was wearing it, paired with a pair of baggy sweat pants,  white tank top and a messy bun to contain her blond hair. She knew she looked like crap but she was too angry to care.

“You want it back?” She said in a low tone. She swiftly shed the garment and held it out in front of her. She shucked it into his arms and slammed the door in his face. She slid down the door, head in her hands. She listened for his retreating footsteps, but they never came. She just heard a body slide on the other side of the door.

“Why are you still here, Natsu?” I asked through the door, hugging my knees.

“I didn’t just come for my hoodie, Luce,” He replied. “I came to apologise.”

Lucy scoffed. “Why now, Natsu? You could have done that a month ago. You wouldn’t have been too late then.” She knew she was being mean, and telling a lie. He wasn’t too late. Far from it.

To be honest, Lucy knew she could be independent, but this past month she’d felt so empty without her best friend and recently, her lover. She wanted everyone to believe the ‘I don’t need no man’ facade she wore around all day so they wouldn’t see the broken mess on the other side. The broken part made her ashamed. It made her feel weak. And she hated that more than anything else.

“That’s bullshit Lucy and you know it.”

“So what if it is? How would you know?” Lucy snapped.

“Because I know you. You want people to think you’re strong and admitting that your heart is broken would defeat the purpose. I can see right through you Lucy. I want to fix this. I can’t live running from you anymore.”

She heard his heavy sigh from the other side of the door and she gave in. She stood up and opened the door. She was met with his onyx eyes staring into hers.

“I’m listening.”

“Lucy, there is no way to put into words how sorry I am. I didn’t realize how good I had it until you were gone. I didn’t realize how much I was just taking you for granted, I’m so sorry, Luce. You deserve better.”

Lucy’s tight posture slacked at his words as she took them in. She met his eyes.

“Thank you for your apology, Natsu, but what will it help?”

“I’m hoping it’ll help me win you back.”  Silence. “I know that it’s a hard question to ask, but this time around I promise you I’ll do better to be what you deserve, Lucy.”

“O-okay,” Lucy mumbled, her eyes shifting around the floor as leaned on the door frame.

“Okay?” Natsu seemed surprised. Lucy nodded. She finally met his eyes. Natsu was in front of her in seconds, pulling her to him. She went willingly, wrapping her arms tightly around him. She didn’t realize she was crying until Natsu was cooing sweet nothings to her as he gently carried her to her couch after closing the door. He got them comfortable on the couch and began to stroke her hair. Several minutes later, the pair was asleep.

Thank you so much for reading and any support! Constructive criticism is always welcome!

~Cinnamon

[evilpjm]

Touch | P.J.M [Part 3]

Warning: Mentions of death, Overall angst and impressions of mental instability, (fluff???)

Word count: 4,578

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: I can still feel his touch lingering, just by my side. But it's never enough, and I'm left alone every night. I feel his breath on my neck, but when I turn he's never there. His soft hands caress my cheeks as I fall asleep, but when I open my eyes I am met with darkness. I can feel him holding me, but it's impossible. Park Jimin is dead.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

Yoongi ran his fingers through my hair, absentmindedly playing with the ends before letting the strands drop back down to my shoulders. My head rested on a pillow that was placed on his lap, an old English movie playing in the background. Everyone had their eyes glued to the screen to read the Korean subtitles, besides Yoongi who seemed to keep glancing down at me or his phone held in his free hand.

My hands were buried within the sleeves of Jimins warm grey sweater, the one I always stole from him on cold days. It was one of his favorites as well, but he never complained when he went looking for it in his closet only to come out finding me curled up with the fabric flowing down my sides. It still made my uneasy the fact that it was out on the bed with no indication of the boys moving it there. I tried not to let my thoughts dwell on the subject; coming up with a stupid reasoning to make me feel better and less creeped out.

"It'll be alright." Yoongi whispered, his face a bit closer now so only I could hear his words. I moved my head sideways a bit, glancing up into his eyes that were only illuminated by his phone screen, the room being dark.

"Hmm?" I simply hummed, not sure if I had heard him right. I knew I did. . . but I was just confused as to why he would say it. He simply sighed, looking away from my face as he continued to play with my hair, going back to the movie finally and ignoring my stare at him.

I hope it'll be alright Yoongi. I hope so.

I shifted my body so my head faced the tv screen once more, enjoying the animated cartoons dancing around and singing as Hobi sang under his breathe from the other side of the couch. A small smile played on my lips, making my heart feel a bit less heavy. I was surrounded by my best friends again after all these months, and it gave me relief. I know I've never been going through this alone, but it always seemed like it. Now, the grey skies were slowly clearing out.

"I promise we'll be back in a few days, we just have some meetings to take care of." Namjoon spoke, a small frown accompanying him as he pet down my hair, hand resting on the side of my cheek before dropping back to his side, making the watch on his wrist clink with his belt.

"I told you, it's fine. I don't mind, you guys are still busy I get that." I spoke with a half smile, watching as the others gathered around the front door where Namjoon and I stood. They had been here at the house for a couple days now, but it seemed like mere hours. With them, time passed so quickly. Yet at the same time it also went by so slowly.

They had been called in with their management to go over some important documents. Since Jimins passing, they hadn't made many public debuts, if any at all. The only time they showed up in the news was when they were spotted out in public at the store or driving to and from apartments. No comeback, no new videos, no social media updates, nothing. BTS had practically fallen off the face of the earth, and that only worried the fans more. So, management decided it was finally time for the guys to come in and sit down for a chat. They had to decide whether or not they were going to continue with making music or not. To be honest, I wasn't sure what path they would choose.

"Are you sure you'll be alright here?" Jin asked with a worried face.

"I was alone all these months wasn't I?" I questioned. I didn't intend for it to make them feel guilty, but they all seemingly slouched over and frowned at my words.

"I- I didn't mean anything by that. I just mean I'll be fine I promise." I mumbled out, fiddling with my fingers.

Jin leaned over, pulling me into a hug while kissing the top of my head. "I pre-made meals for the next few days. They're in the fridge, just heat them up in the stove. Promise me you'll eat well." He said as I nodded into his chest. They would never let me off the hook knowing I was throwing my food away and lying to them. I don't know why I thought i'd get away with it, my body becoming thin and sick looking.

"I promise, oppa."

He pulled away and flashed me his sweet smile before the rest pulled me into a hug one by one. Tae was the last to do so, holding me extra long while rocking me slightly. His soft breathing was heard by my ear; large hands rubbing up and down my back. He was so warm, instantly calming my heartbeat that I wasn't even aware of racing in the first place.

"If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call or text me. Or any of us, okay?" He whispered, squeezing me even tighter before pulling away. I smiled up at him, promising quietly

Slowly, they each left out the door one by one until I was left with silence to fill the air once more. It made me feel uneasy, stomach filled with butterflies. For some reason, I felt like someone was watching me. I locked the front door, going over to turn up the heat a bit as I rubbed my hands together. I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass down from the shelf. I turned on the sink, only to hear the tv flip on. Furrowing my eyebrows, I turned my head around to peak into the room. The news was now on, rambling about the weather. I turned off the tap, placing my glass down as I walked in, grabbing the remote which remained on the coffee table. I flipped the tv off, returning to the kitchen once again. I turned on the tap once more, filling up my glass before gulping down the cool liquid; back of my hand wiping at my mouth as a few droplets dribbled down the corner of my mouth.

I suddenly jumped when I heard music start blaring from the living room. I held my half empty cup in my hand still, rushing in to find that the stereo was on where Jimins MP3 was still plugged in. Walking over, I turned down the volume shakily as it blared out one of his favorite songs.

"Hey! I was listening to that."

My eyes widened as my whole body shook. Very slowly, I turned around only to see Jimin sitting on the couch looking up at me with a joyful face. I screamed, my cup dropping to the ground making it shatter into pieces as water splashed around my feet.

"Whoa whoa! Baby what's wrong?" He scrambled up, walking over to me quickly. I instantly backed away, making sure he couldn't touch me.

"S-Stay away!" I yelled, hands out in front of me for defense.

"Y/N?" He question my name sadly, face scrunching in confusion at my reaction.

Tears were flowing down my face, heart beating rapidly as I stared at the man in front of me. There was no doubt it was Jimin, but it couldn't be. It just couldn't.

"Don't move, let me clean this up." He spoke softly, looking down at the smashed cup before trailing his eyes back up to me. His hand reached out, cold fingertips lightly grabbing my wrist, and as soon as he touched me I blacked out, falling forwards into his arms.

I left out a soft groan, my head throbbing as I slowly came to my senses. I brought my hand up to my eyes, slowly rubbing them as I let out a big yawn. I turned my head to the side, chills running down my body. I opened my eyes, looking at the wall to my left. I was back in my bedroom. Huh, how did I get here? I suddenly remembered the images of Jimin and gulped harshly, instantly sitting up as I looked around the room. I stepped out of the bed, opening the bedroom door cautiously as I walked into the living room. It was dead silent, no evidence of anyone being around. I moved my eyes towards the corner of the room where the stereos remained. No broken glass or spilled water. Hmph. It was all a dream! That explains it well.

Of course it was a dream. How else could I explain what happened? I had simply dreamed of Jimin once again, this time however it felt so . . . real.

I walked to the couch, sitting down as the cushion bounced beneath my weight. Like the maniac I was, I just started to laugh out loud. It started with a slow chuckle until I found myself laughing so hard, I was wiping away tears. I was laughing at the idioticy of my own mind. I had dreamed of interacting with Jimin, and better yet I was seeing images of him on previous days. Hallucinating isn't something I've ever dealt with, but at Jungkook always reminded us. There's a first time for everything.

"What's so funny?" I heard a voice ask, instantly making my laughter cut off.

A figure sat down on the couch next to me, a smile playing on his lips as he shuffled with his hair. Jimin.

I started to shake, shutting my eyes tightly as I kept whispering to myself, it's not real, it's not real, it's not real.

"What's not real?"

"Shut up!" I screamed, clutching my hands on my ears, rocking slightly. This was fake, all fake.

I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, making me jump up into standing position. I stared down at the boy sitting on the couch, now frowning as he watched my reaction.

"I-I don't understand." He whispered sadly, bottom lip sucking in-between his teeth. Jimin was always sensitive, only acting strong to everyone's eyes. But with me, I'd set him off with anything I said. He told me I made him weak and vulnerable without even trying. If I ever even looked at him wrong, he would hug me tight and beg me not to leave him. But I would never leave him, even if I got upset or annoyed. Never would I ever detach from his side.

I stared at his beautiful self sitting there. He was in ripped black jeans, cuffed at the bottom. On his chest was a slightly loose fitting striped t shirt, a small portion of the front tucked behind his belt buckle. His lips were pink and plump, slightly chapped but still looking so soft. They were parted as he released the bottom from his harsh lip bite, eyes searching my face for any movement that might explain the way I was acting towards him.

"What did I do?" He finally asked, standing up and walking over to me. I couldn't move; it was as if my feet were glued to my spot in front of him. He slowly reached out his hands, resting them on either side of my hips. His touch was ice cold, even through the sweater I wore, I could feel it. As if he was holding ice cubes to my bare skin. The feeling made me jump, but he only tightened his grip, moving one hand to lift my chin to stare at him.

My eyes watered as I looked at the familiar loving face I grew to memorize after studying each day over all these years. Every speck in his eye as unique as the hidden freckles by his eyelids. So soft you couldn't see them until you stood inches away. Yet I could point them out even from across the room.

"Y/N, baby, are you okay?" He whispered, leaning in closer.

"Y-You.." I choked out, coughing on my own dry throat.

He was silent, waiting for me to respond to him.

"You're . . . dead." I whispered, crying silently as my eyes couldn't part from his own.

His face turned to confusion, lips going to speak but before he could, something else happened that only made me shake more. His beautiful eyes started to swirl, quickly changing into a bright electric blue color. It was hypnotizing, and slightly unnerving to see. His arms slowly dropped from my side, resting by his legs as he looked at me with no emotion now.

"Close your eyes." He whispered, voice sounding so broken now.

"W-What?"

"Close your eyes." He said, a bit more firm now. I refused to listen, eyes remaining open as I watched his face transform. His smooth skin grew pale, eyes shining that bright blue still. His neck strained, veins protruding as he looked at me with guilt.

"Please, shut your eyes." He said once again, hand coming over my eyes to block my vision. As he felt my eyelashes flutter against his hand, indicating I closed my eyes, he pulled his hand away. I could feel his breath on my face as he leaned in close, soft lips kissing my cheek gently, making goosebumps appear.

I opened my eyes directly as his lips pulled away, only to find him nowhere in sight. I turned around frantically, moving from side to side as I looked around the living room. I walked into the kitchen, before making my way to the bedroom. No sight of him at all. I didn't have the feeling I was being watched anymore either. I slowly sank down onto the bed, heart racing. My hand moved up to my cheek, touching where his touch once remained. My skin was still a bit cold, and I knew this wasn't a hallucination.

Jimin was here. But he wasn't the same Jimin I once held in my arms.

I sat in my bed, head leaning against the cold backboard as I stared at the wall in front of me, eyes burning from the lack of blinking. The white surface was still decorated with a few photos of Jimin and I. He always loved to hang up our memories in time as he would call them. They were placed un evenly with tacks and tape, showing us throughout the years.

I hadn't slept. My eyes hurt, but every time I shut them to lay down and sleep, the images of his own eyes would play in my head over and over. I couldn't take it. The sun was beginning to rise outside, it already being near 6 in the morning. My body held goosebumps, at this point almost painful as they never faded in the past few hours. I felt like human braille.

I couldn't comprehend what was going on. I was never a big believer in the paranormal, as I had no proof to guide me to belief. But was this proof? Was he really here with me? I can't be going too insane. Even my head can't make up something like. . . that. His eyes. What did it mean? Why did he make me shut my eyes? Why did he disappear?

I pulled the blankets higher on my body, tucking them up to my bottom lip. Jimins sweater was now on the floor next to the bed, leaving me in my shorts and a tank top I found to slip on. For some reason, his clothing only made me freak out more. As soon as he disappeared, I ripped it off, screaming into a pillow as I cried, no surprise. His touch lingered on my hips, my cheek. The icy feeling of his skin that used to hold such warmth, now leaving me breathless for a different reason. His skin flushed against mine provided me comfort in the past, but those small touches left me to feel vulnerable and more alone than ever before.

I let out a loud sigh, letting my eyes shut slowly as I sank back into the bed, trying to move the images away. I'm not sure how spirits work, but he seemed like he was unaware at first. Just trapped inside his old life, wondering why I was so afraid of him. Then his eyes swirled and he just. . . left me. Again. After that, I couldn't feel his presence and that may be what hurt more.

Just as if on cue, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as a chill erupted through my body. I could feel the eyes back on me. My door opened up, showing a sweaty Jimin walking in, breathing hard as he was dressed in his usual workout clothes he wore to dance practices. I immediately sat up in bed, eyes widening as I clutched the sheets. His eyes moved to me, showing a large smile as he walked over to my side, leaning down to meet my eyes.

"What are you doing still awake missy?" He used his small teasing voice, his breath fanning over my face.

I tried stuttering out an answer, but was just left to stare into his beautiful brown eyes. If he were still alive, I would be so used to this moment. Jimin would go to bed extremely early, sometimes directly after dinner and then wake up in the middle of the night to practice his dances until early morning. It was something extra he always tried to do at least once a week, leaving me to usually worry about him being alone. I would always stake awake, fighting sleep just to ensure he walked through our bedroom door, a sweaty mess, just as he was now.

"I told you not to worry about me Y/N, now I have to worry about you." He teased, thumb stretching out to rest on my bottom lip, tracing it gently as more chills erupted. He was incredibly cold, even with the red flush to his cheeks as if he was burning up.

"Let me take a quick shower, and then we will get you some sleep." He smiled sweetly, dropping his hand back down as he kissed my forehead, walking to the closet to get his clothes. My eyes followed his every step, knuckles turning white from clutching the sheets still. I watched as he rummaged through his numerous sweaters, turning his head to me with a smirk as he saw the empty hanger where his famous grey sweater once remained. He grabbed a different sweater, retrieving the rest of the clothes he needed before walking to my side of the bed, leaning down and grabbing his grey sweater I had thrown to the ground earlier.

"Tsk tsk, you always scold me for throwing clothes about and now look at you." He joked, making my bottom lip tremble as he walked over to his hamper, throwing in the sweater. He then proceeded to pick up the clothes strewn beside the hamper; the clothes I hadn't picked up since his passing.

He then escaped into the bathroom, the familiar sound of the shower running along with his sweet voice pouring out the notes to Let Me Know.

"I promise I won't scold you anymore." I whispered, biting my lip in a rough manner as I tried not to cry. Looking at him made me emotional. He wasn't here. I watched him die. I held him in my arms as his heartbeat decreased to nothing.

I sat in the same spot the entire time, eyes focused on the door that he shut not long ago. I didn't move in fear if I did he would just disappear again. As scared as I was, I wanted him next to me. I wanted to feel like things were normal again.

The door opened up, his scent filling my nose as he used the towel to ruffle around his hair a little more, throwing it in the hamper before he crawled into the bed. I turned to face him, my lips parted slightly as I couldn't rip my eyes off his face. He was so beautiful, practically glowing. Perhaps it was because I hadn't seen him in months besides staring at photographs. It's not that I forgot what he looked like, because I could still tell you every speck on his skin, but just having him here was unimaginable.

"Did you miss me that much?" He teased, noticing my prolonged stare.

"You have no idea." I whispered, giving the tiniest smile.

He grinned, reaching out to pull me into his arms as he laid down, head resting on top of mine. His body was ice cold, making my teeth nearly chatter. But I didn't complain, not one bit. I was back in Jimins arms, and nothing could rip me apart from him now. He wrapped the blanket tight around me, noticing my chills. I intertwined our hands, holding them to my chest as I shut my eyes, falling into the best sleep I've had since he passed.

I woke up to a cold hand running up and down my arm, making my eyes flutter open only to be met with Jimins beautiful brown eyes once more. I immediately smiled, relieved on the inside that he didn't disappear.

"Good morning." He mumbled, kissing the back of my hand that was still intertwined with his, his other arm running across my exposed arm still.

"Morning." I said back, so faint I almost questioned whether or not it verbally came out. The sun shone bright, reflecting off his shiny hair. Our legs were intertwined slightly, the blankets messily placed over our bodies. I was a bit numb due to his temperature, but I was getting slightly used to it. I ached for his warm skin against mine, but I wasn't going to complain.

Even if his touch felt like a million needles stabbing into me rapidly, I'd still hold him close for as long as I could.

I sighed, moving my hand out of his to push his hair back, my hand resting on his cheek afterwards, which he instantly nuzzled his head into, eyes shutting for a brief second before opening once more to smile at me.

"I love you." I whispered

"I love you more."  I smiled, loving the sound of those words falling from his lips once again. Tears welled up in my eyes, and he took notice. He pulled me closer until I was practically on top of his chest, staring down at him.

"Why are you crying Y/N?" He questioned, thumbs wiping under my eyes as the tears began to fall. I studied his features, leaning closer to his face until our noses touched.

"I missed you." I spoke.

"I only went to practice, I thought you were used to it. I don't have to go anymore if you don't like." he trailed off in a confused tone. Of course he was confused. In his ghostly mind, he figured I was crying over missing him for a couple hours, when in reality it was me missing him for 4 months. Why was he trapped in the past? Is that how it works?

I ignored his words, leaning in to kiss him softly. I didn't know when he was going to disappear again, and god I missed his lips against mine. He instantly wrapped his arms around my waist to bring me in closer, our lips mixing like fire and ice, my salty tears accompanying the taste. I felt his firm grip slowly release after a few moments, his lips hauling to a stop against mine. I pulled back in confusion, only to see his eyes were that bright blue once again.

I let out an audible gasp, moving back instinctively as I stared at him. His once relaxed expression was now pained, skin glowing slightly whiter like it did the last time.

"Y/N" He whispered my name, voice cracking as I looked at him speechless.

He sat up, my body moving off his and to the other end of the bed as I never let go of his gaze. His body language was distinctively different now, his eyes filling up with tears as he reached out to grab my hand, but for some reason I scrambled off the bed and into a standing position. His eyes freaked me out, and I was just waiting for him to leave in thin air once more, something I wasn't prepared to witness.

He stood up off the bed, walking towards me as I trembled, legs feeling like jello. Tears rolled down his cheeks and before I could protest, he pulled me into a tight hug, one hand on my back and the other on my head, holding me to his chest as I heard small sobs leave his lips, making me cry with him. He grasped onto me like I would fall apart if he let go, leaving me breathless and in shock.

"I'm so sorry." Was all he kept repeating over and over, crying loudly into me. His touch was still cold, but for some reason it seemed a bit warmer now. I must've been imagining things, longing for him to feel normal. I had to remind myself that this wasn't Jimin, and whatever it was, he was trapped in the past. But why did he burst into tears? It had to do with the eye change I assumed.

He eventually pulled back, wiping frantically at his eyes as he stared at me, holding me by the shoulders. "I can't believe you can see me." He whispered, glancing all around my face.

"W-What?" I choked out

"You can finally see me. Touch me." He licked his lips, remaining silent for a few moments as I stared at him awaiting answers. "I've never left you." He continued, moving a bit closer once more, but still far enough away to hold a conversation without our faces touching. "I've always been here by your side. I tried to talk to you, I screamed and hit my head off the walls. You always walked through me, you always looked the other way. But." He sniffled. "You can finally see me."

I was left to be silent. I've always felt eyes on me, that was for sure. I guess small things happened here and there over the months, like some papers and chargers being misplaced. It only became evident to me with the pop tart box, sweater, and seeing him in the mirror for a split second. I was unaware of his presence all this time and now he came at me all at once, not giving my mind time to comprehend. That was probably for the best.

"W-Why have you. . . been acting. . normally." I said slowly, eyes moving away from his electric blue ones for a moment, not being able to stare at them for too long. It just wasn't him. It wasn't natural.

He sighed, dropping his hands from my shoulders as he moved back to sit on the end of the bed, making it squeak slightly. I moved my gaze back to him as he stared at the carpeted floor now, hands fiddling with one another in his lap.

"I've got a lot of explaining to do." He said quietly.

[canaryatlaw]

alright. so today was pretty chill. I woke up to my alarm at 11:30, which I intentionally set 15 minutes earlier than I normally would’ve because it was going to be 80 degrees out and I knew I had to lug my giant suitcase in from our back porch area (it’s not really a porch) and dig through it until I could find a tank top and some shorts. luckily it didn’t take me very long to do so, so I just had some breakfast and chilled out for a bit. I opted to walk again because the bus options were like 12:09 and 12:38, which obviously neither work for me to arrive at 12:30. I loosely timed it today and it took about 15 minutes to walk there, so not bad (at least when you’re used to living in a city without a car and walking everywhere). PT session was good, I think I’m gonna have to tell the guy that the exercises he has me doing right now are too easy haha because he’s like “okay do 30 bridges’ when at the other place I’d moved up to doing single leg bridges with a 15 pound weight on my chest, so I could do 30 normal ones in my sleep lol. but other than that it was good, I like it there, it’s a bit smaller than the other place but everyone is very friendly and cordial, so that’s good. Got out of there are 2, walked home, had some lunch and tried to get some studying done. I did the remaining two secured transactions lecture videos from the bar website back to back, so I could get the rest of that info into my brain, then I downloaded an outline from outline depot, which I was slightly irritated about because none of the outlines I uploaded had been reviewed yet, meaning I didn’t get a credit for them, so I ended up having to shell out $20 for the outline (which, like I said last time, is really a fair price compared to other options, it’s just annoying when you know you could’ve gotten it for free). I can’t really blame them though, it’s finals time and I’m sure they have a ton of people like me trying to submit outlines last minute so they have a ton to go through. I had decided I wanted to make vanilla pudding and an apple crisp, the pudding to use the two egg yolks I had in my fridge that were left over from me making the meringues the other day, and for some reason I just wanted apple crisp. the pudding was simple enough, milk, sugar, cornstarch, egg yolks, vanilla and butter (and a few other minor things) and that all came together quite nicely. After that I went back to my computer and made a table of contents sheet for the outline so I don’t have to waste time flipping through it trying to find stuff during the test (or at least have to waste less time doing so). I had gotten a new ink cartridge from amazon, so I went ahead and stuck that in there, then printed the outline. I decided to print my notes too, just because it’s better to have more information, even if they’re pretty sparse because I didn’t quite pay attention for most of the class. So I printed all that a hole punched it so it’s ready to go in my binder. I then wanted to make the apple crisp. I had three granny smith apples in my fridge, so I found a recipe that could work with that. Peeled and sliced the apples, made the crumb topping (which turned out super good, not entirely sure why, but it was heavenly) made a flour/butter/brown sugar mixture to coat the apples in, then stick it all in the pan and put it in the oven. It was ready around 6:45, perfect timing for me to get some and go watch The Flash. apple crisp is obviously a solid dinner choice. As far as The Flash goes, well, it was definitely not my favorite episode, by a long shot. the whole council of Wells thing is a great example of just because you can doesn’t mean you should (which is what I tweeted while watching it), it’s just so overdone at this point and I really don’t want to see Tom Cavanagh playing any more ridiculous versions of the character. so that was not my favorite. I liked the stuff with Iris getting back to being a journalist FINALLY (we’ve only been asking for that for like, 2 seasons now), but I can’t say I was too into the whole Amunet Black storyline, I just didn’t really care about her, and the entire goal they were aiming towards was kind of nebulous and the stakes weren’t really there. Not sure what to make about the Caitlin/Killer Frost storyline at this point, I am very much against character attacks on both Iris and Caitlin, especially when it’s because of a ship, and I’ve seen some WA shippers attacking Caitlin for being selfish, and I feel like, at the very least, that is lacking in empathy. I very much ship WA and love them together, but I don’t harbor any ill will against Caitlin, a fictional character, who shouldn’t be demonized because some people ship her with Barry. But anyway. Not sure how I feel about that whole thing and where they’re going with that. When that was over I switched over to Rise, which was a very intriguing episode. First off, I have to say I kinda hope Lilette’s mom gets arrested for child neglect, because she is very much guilty of it at the moment. like, you can’t just walk out and leave your teenager alone for days, doing nothing to take care of them during that time, I don’t care what you’re going through or what happened between you, you’re a fucking adult and a parent, you don’t get to just storm off and leave your kid alone. So obviously that bothered me a bit, for reasons that I would think are pretty apparent at this part. The whole plot about cleaning up the show I found to be rather amusing, because to cut all the things they wanted to there would like, be nothing left in the show lol. All of it is so essential to the characters, and hearing them sing “YEAH YOU’RE HOSED ALRIGHT” was really fucking amusing, I was legit laughing at that. Being that next week is the season finale and the night of the show, it’s pretty obvious that they’re gonna end up saying fuck it and do the correct version of the show, though I’m sure that will have repercussions. The storyline about Maashous gave me a lot of feelings (again, for obvious reasons) and I hope they play that out in a way that is doing justice to the source material and the many real children who end up in these situations. When that was over I switched over to Amazon Prime Video and watched a few episodes of The Good Place before starting to get ready for bed. At some point during the day, I don’t remember when, I checked my email to find one from the tech company I had done the two phone interviews for, stating the classic “thank you for applying to this position, we’ve decided to go another way” rejection letter style. I was honestly somewhat relieved, because if I ended up there I was *very* concerned that if I got it I was going to end up hating the job and just being miserable. Of course though, that knocks out one of my Illinois prospects, leaving the only active one to be the DV clinic, which isn’t exactly a job prospect, but I’m really hoping if I just knock everyone’s socks off I can turn it into one. Whether I stay here or not is still going to end up turning on what happens with the NYC job, which I should be hearing from any time now, but it does make it somewhat harder to justify staying in Illinois on the basis of having more prospects and opportunities here when one of those is gone. At the same time though, job prospects in New York would also be quite limited, there really aren’t any active possibilities, the only somewhat active one would be interning at the county attorneys office (they do the job the ASA’s do here in child welfare court) unpaid until I get officially sworn in as an attorney in November/December, then *maybe* they’ll hire me, as they are currently stating they’re only looking for licensed attorneys for their positions. I’m kinda disappointed I didn’t hear back from any of the other jobs I sent all those applications to, mostly because I felt like a lot of them were very strong and would give me a good shot at the job, but I guess being straight out of law school is just not something they’re looking for right now. So yeah. that was a massive tangent. I still have mixed feelings about the NYC job, because I don’t want to leave Chicago, but I want that job, and there’s not (currently at least) any options for that job here, and who knows when OPG will lift their hiring freeze, it’s already been in place for over a year, so hedging my bets on that it’ll be lifted soon doesn’t seem like a good decision. Sigh. I keep praying about all of it and saying if you want me to go to New York then make this job happen and I will, if not don’t make it happen and I’ll stay here, so I’m hoping that job with be somewhat of a sign of what I should do. I am somewhat of the opinion that “God’s Plan” for our lives isn’t one set path, that we have free will to make decisions, and (as long as it’s a good decision) He will find a way to bless the path we take. That idea was first told to me by one of my theology professors in college, after I went to her with a very broken heart after certain events, and was broken up about what was meant to be and who I was meant to end up with. She said there was a book, I don't remember the exact name, but something along the lines of “Good news for the anxious Christian” basically communicating the idea that God will find a way to bless whatever positive decisions we make, and that really stuck with me. Sadly enough, the next semester, that professor happened to be one of “The 8″ that had been terminated by the school in the incident that led to the whole “Support the 8″ campaign where basically the entire undergrad study body was infuriated and the administration was very, very shook. So when they were collecting letters I wrote one supporting her along with the one I wrote for Derek (theatre professor that was the heart and soul of the undergrad program who they carelessly fired) and emailed her to let her know I had done so, she was out on maternity leave at the time (which of course makes it that much worse that they fired her). I just wanted her to know that the students were actively supporting her, and she responded very thankfully. That was all such an unfortunate incident...I’m really, really off a tangent now, and it’s past 1 am, so I think I will take my leave now. Goodnight dear friends. Be blessed.