#some things are forgiving like brownies are pretty forgiving

[carbonfiction]

i’m a resident jean hater because she’s really not all that (she makes me insecure as hell because she’s tall and slim and i’m short and just a liiiittle bit stout) and plus she only has that hot demure boring energy like wheres the fun in that? boring ahh hell😹plus she’s got a fake ass MD. would logan immediately lose interest in her the second charles hires the new young social studies teacher that prances in with her big framed specs, bouncy fat rack curls and nervous disheveled bubbly personality? she has so many facts on the top of her head from all the wars he fought and what?? he also sees her in the lab??? she has a plant mutation and she dabbles in biology???? AND she was in law school????? so she’s got a mouth on her… and when he finds out by eavesdropping that she’s a virgin and a squirter one night that the girls all confess secrets he loses it, completely tuning out jean’s confessions. he wants to ruin that smart girl 🐱 so bad.

can i please take the 🐳 emoji as an anon because this is my third ask and i’m both the bathtub and glasses anon i LOVE to yap

DEAR ANNNONNN HELLOO!! god im so sorry this took so long to reply to🥲 but you ABSOLUTELY can have🐳!!!

Honest that is so real as a fellow stout girlie (despite being on the slightly taller end)

Personally I just could never get into movie jean for a litany of reasons; i was and still am so much more of a storm and rogue kinda girl. And Especially within dynamics w logan; storm as a relationship interest is everything to me. (Ill never forget or forgive for what they took from us dofp stormverine kiss getting cut)

But logan and a fairly 'innocent' mouthy smart girl??? Oh that man is following like a puppy. He his obsessed.

I feel like he would love a smart girl so much. Theres just something so alluring about someone so confident in their knowledge and skills. not to mention the cocky twang of pride that threads through him whenever he sees you correct someone on a piece of info; never condisending but explaining the actual fact to who whomever got confused. (likely poor scott which instantly wins you extra brownie points bc you?? Gorgeous and smart girl happily correcting scott on a mistake??? His knees are buckled)

But there issss another perk of him having a smart, inexperienced girl.. And thats when he can turn his smart, headstrong princess all dumb.

When simple touches from his fingers, tongue and eventually, cock can all change you from chatty, brainy and sometimes even a little bratty into a babbling, brainless mess soaking through his sheets.

Getting to finally fuck the brains right out of his cleverest girls pretty head by way of her tight puffy cunt? Truly his favorite thing at the end of a long day.

(I rambled my way through this im so sorry- is it even cohesive idk?? but i do have manymanymany thoughts on smart girl reader that i might have to expand on at some stage..)

[leondickrider]

fluff alphabet ౨ৎ leon s kennedy x gn!reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 || working on sm leon fanfics at once ! i made this in like 20 minutes so it prolly sucks but idc!! nsfw alphabet coming soon :3

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 || fluff (obvi), not proofread or read by betas

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || deinking mentioned, none

𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎 || leon s kennedy mlist 🎀 @starzu

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

leon really loves just kicking back and relaxing with his s/o. after soo many life-threatening missions, he just wants to kick back on the sofa with his s/o in his arms and binge watch some tv. however, he also really loves taking they all the places they want to visit, whether it's a concert or a museum

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

everything, literally finds every inch of his s/o perfect and beautiful. but, he really loves their hands, especially if they are soft and smaller because it's the opposite of his hands that are rough from so much fighting and training. also finds their eyes beautiful, will literally hold contact for hours if he could

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

refer back to re4r how leon comforted ashley. he's really good at comforting you and will do anything to help cheer you up. 2 am emotional binge sesh? he's driving to the shoppe and buying you ice cream and frost and drizzle or syrup and sprinkles and brownie bits and cookies and and potato chips and and cheeseburgers and fries and tater tots and cheese and everything (i'm on a rlly strict diet so this is deadass just me listing foods i want rn) 5 pm cry sesh? he already has the tissues, blankets, stuffies and tear-jerking movies ready

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

in 1998, leon would dream about having a totally normal relationship with you. big suburban house, a couple kids. but after the raccoon city, he kind of changed his dreams. he still craves the normal, domestic life, but now he kinda envisions it as just you and him. not that he doesn't want kids, he just doesn't want them to be in such a dangerous world

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

i think he'd be more dominant in relationships when it comes to most things. not dominant in a weird, controlling way. but he would want his s/o to come to him before making any big decisions simply bc he probably brings home the bacon with his government paycheck. but other than financially, he's pretty passive, he really doesn't care what you do as long as you don't do like porn or like cheat

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

depends honestly; most fights he will forgive you, but sometimes he really holds it against you and just shuts you out for a while before resuming as if nothing happened. however, when he snaps and lets words he doesn't mean to get out, he will apologize so much. even if you forgive him, he doesn't believe it and will buy you everything

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

very grateful! in 1998-2013 and after vendetta specifically. he realizes that you help keep him happy pretty fast. if you're in raccoon city with him then he probably felt a lot better and more confident. (def not bc he wanted to show off in front of his partner!!) in 2004 he is soo grateful you were willing to stay with him even with the job he ended up with and with all the training he had to get. in vendetta i think that's when he might seem ungrateful cuz of his drinking.... but yeah after all that he's back to normal

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

a lot of secrets :(

mainly about work though, cuz unless you're an agent he literally cannot legally get into the details with you. he keeps secrets abt his drinking too, like you know he drinks but you don't know how much he drinks.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

yes! he became more confident in himself because like being in a relationship makes him feel like somebody wants him, so he gains sm self confidence and actually wants to be stronger so he can return home from missions !

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

i think he gets jealous pretty easily. he will get a bit jealous if a person look at you twice, or somebody flirts. but part of him thinks you deserve somebody better so he doesn't ever tell you about his jealousy, you gotta hring it up first

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

a very good kisser!! every single kiss is filled w sm love and affection and passion <3 mainly bc he doesn't really know when it will be the last kiss :(

first kiss was really special even though it was spontaneous. it was in the late hours of the night, the whole apartment dark except for the tv light. and you were slow dancing to some random song when suddenly the mood felt right and he kisses you MANSBSHH (this is based on my first kiss with my ex ....)

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

he doesn't really confess first, he drops subtle hints that he has feelings for you and just gopes you catch onto his words

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

yes, going back to dream. he thinks about marriage all the time, he likes the idea of having a cute lil spouse to come home too after grueling missions

he proposes totally out of nowhere. he originally had a plan, he was going to take you on a romantic vacation before proposing to you while there. but he chickened out last second, so after several other attempts (that he backed out of last minute) he finally had enough. and then one morning he got down on one knee after buying you a ton of donuts

marriage is really good. he's such husband material. overprotective but not too overprotective. possessive but not too possessive. you know what i'm saying?

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

sticks to the classics most of the time: babe, baby, love, sweetheart, etc etc. lots of italian pet names

however when he's sweet he really branches out: sweet girl/boy, lovie, lovebug, cuddlebug, pretty

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

oh my gosh, this man is so lovey-dovey. literally heart eyes for you. but he forces himself to stay serious even thought other people easily know he's all your's. he doesn't talk much when it's just you and him, preferring to just sit silently across from you and listen to you. and that's what makes it obvious to others since normally he doesn't pay attention and always says his dad jokes or says something stupid

he expresses his feelings by like... yeah.... not being annoying i guess

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

hmm, he doesn't really like pda due to his job. he knows he has enemies who are after him, but most don't really know about you since they don't really look into that. however, when he's off work, he'll take you into cities and his hand in always on you, whether he's holding your hand, or his hand is planted on your hip/waist. just makes him feel better

he brags about you to all of his friends. chris hears about it nonstop while leon is drunk (and he sobs after bc the redfield bloodline.) "sure that looks nice on them but you know who would look better in it? my s/o." "oh, my s/o has that same necklace, i bought it for them in paris." (😭)

he doesn't really care after the missions. esp if he got close to death, he is all over you the second he sees you. he doesn't care who is watching or who sees, he is literally holding you as if you were dying

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

he knows whenever you are upset. doesn't even need to hear you speak. literally can just tell from your footsteps or your posture

also, he's really quiet so when you are having your moments he's able to sneak around withhout setting you off (please i get so annoyed when people are loud when i'm mad)

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

yes

he will do everything to make his s/o happy

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

it really depends on your goals. if your goal is to become famous on onlyfans (aimed) then he probably wouldn't really help cuz well why would he?

he believes in you to an extent, he's brutally honest sometimes so... yeah... if you're dumb he will tell you that you're dumb (in a nice way) but he tries his best to support you 💀

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

there's no such thing as routine with this man other than his exercise routine 

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

he knows you better than you do. this man literally buys whatever you're craving like a week before you even ask fo it. he knows exactly what album or movie or video game you're going to beg him to buy so he already got you it

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

literally his top pirority. it goes you, his friends, him. he always puts you ahead of himself in everything and values your life sm more than his own :(

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

everytime he returns from his missions, he always comes home with your favorite snack and an expensive bouquet of your favorite flowers (if you get the expensive bouquet reference jtm)

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

yes, he is so touch starved and can cuddle all day if you let him. he kisses you a lot as well

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he always carries a little polaroid of you snd him cuddles together on the sofa (taken before 1998 for draamtic effect) and just looks at it for a little bit

he also bought a small bottle of your fav purfume/fragrance and always takes it with him on missions, aweet boy :)

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

this man would literally take a bullet for you !! A BULLET !!

reblogs appreciated always ♡

i'm making a ghost ver of this as well since i love him sm !! :))

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 14

PREVIOUS

When Andrew came out of his bedroom to grab a second Allen wrench (he’s working on the frame of the dresser while Neil builds the drawers) he finds quite a few things to irritate him.

1st was the sound of his brother and his cousin arguing loudly. Andrew had been pretty clear that they needed to be quiet that morning but following Andrew’s clearly given guidelines was NEVER either of their strong suits.

2nd was the fact that there was a smell in the air that Andrew was unsure of. It wasn’t a bad smell. It didn’t smell like Nicky had left some component of the breakfast FF had bought to burn. Andrew sniffed the air again and…..lavender? It wasn’t really a smell that existed in the house of three college student boys.

3rd and most irritating was the fact that FF was not where Andrew had left him four hours ago on the couch. Again, Andrew had been pretty clear to both Nicky and Aaron that FF was to be left ALONE. FF hadn’t been able to go to sleep until Andrew had promised that nothing would happen to him while he slept.

He moves towards the kitchen table where Nicky and Aaron are eating some of the sour patch kids that FF had brought back as they argued, “He can’t be serious that Kate and I gross him out more than Andrew and Neil! I’ve seen how fast he walks away when they start getting gross.” He hears Aaron say.

“Aaron I have watched Smithy climb out a second story window because you and Katelyn started making out and he’d have to walk closer to you to go out the door.” Nicky returns. “I think you made him mad when you implied he was grossed out by Andrew and Neil. This is why I get spoon privileges and maybe, if Smithy is feeling forgiving, you can swipe your finger around the bowl.” he points at Aaron.

Andrew hangs back just out of sight.

He knows that FF does not like to be subjected to seeing PDA. A part of him feels…better at the confirmation that it really isn’t because him and Neil are both men. FF has seen them hold hands, kiss chastely, and lean on one another and been unbothered by that it was only when it started getting a little heated that  they’d realize that FF had left. FF never makes a scene about it, never scoffs in disgust or squeals in delight he just seems to see where it’s going and will leave if he doesn’t want to see it.

It’s nice.

“Well he’s probably mad at you for waking him up. Andrew said to leave him alone.” Aaron returns.

“He needs breakfast! He also has to take his ulcer meds at the same time so he had to wake up and eat something. He can go back to sleep after!” Nicky defends.

Andrew scowls. Ok. Nicky could live if that was the reason he woke FF up. Still, why the hell is FF in the kitchen and more importantly what bowl and spoon are Aaron and Nicky arguing over?

Andrew tunes his family’s argument out and heads to the kitchen to find FF putting a baking dish into their oven while incense burned on the counter (Andrew now realizes that was the thin box that had been in with the rest of the candy)

He sees the bowl and spoon that Nicky had mentioned and more importantly he can see the chocolate brownie batter on them. Andrew walks over to the bowl and picks it up. He wipes his finger along the inside and…

He closes his eyes for a moment to savor the flavor of the batter. He leans against the counter and his hand brushes against….a five hour energy bottle. Andrew knows he had thrown out the two he had found in FF’s bags before (Ulcer + exhaustion + FF = bad he didn’t need to be a math major like Neil to understand that math.)

Andrew shoves the bottle in his sweatshirt pocket as FF turns around and stares at him passively. FF’s eyebrow’s raise slightly but there’s no other reaction. Andrew considers that, perhaps, FF had wanted to lick the bowl.

He offers the spoon instead knowing it is the better prize but FF is the one who bought the ingredients and mixed together this amazing batter, so he gets first dibs.

“That wouldn’t be good for my stomach.” He declines and Andrew wonders if FF had taken his meds yet or, in his tired state, he’s forgotten to.

“When did you wake up?” Andrew asks.

“Hour ago.”

He should go back to sleep after he takes his meds but also knows that FF probably won’t go to sleep until the brownies are done.

“I’ll make the pie tomorrow.” FF says and Andrew blinks out of his thoughts.

Andrew decides to go get FF’s meds for him. He’ll make it clear to FF later that the guy doesn’t HAVE to keep making amazing desserts as a thanks for being invited to Columbia. If FF just so happens to WANT to keep making amazing desserts then Andrew isn’t going to be the person that stops him.

He shoves the spoon in his mouth and heads out to go find Smith’s bag and his meds.

Aaron and Nicky see him and both let out outraged noises as their quarry had been stolen.

Andrew ignores them and gets to the bag by the couch.

Who the fuck just has 14 bottles of five hour energy sitting in their bag??

***

When Andrew handed FF his ulcer meds he could admit to feeling grateful even if Andrew had obviously gone through his bag to grab it. He swallows it dry because Andrew is standing by the sink and he knows that until Andrew eats a brownie he is not in a position to ask for favors big or small.

(He learned his lesson from that one time with Captain Neil. If he wants to do anything related to Russian he has to be in the safety of his lofted bed under the cover of night and the cover of his…covers while he reads via flashlight. He will not be caught so flat footed again! These are all necessary precautions!)

Andrew seems to very much want for FF to be in prime condition for the hunt. Part of him wonders if he’ll be released amongst other game animals and FF had never felt more jealous of the turkey who got pardoned by the president the day before. Why does that stupid bird get all the luck? Where’s his presidential pardon?

That grateful feeling evaporates into a dust cloud as Andrew lifts a plastic bag, “Stop drinking these.” Andrew hisses, “They’re going to make your ulcer worse.” He points at FF.

“I need them.” He says.

“For what?”

“Five hours of energy at a time.”

“Pull out the brownies and go back to sleep Smith.”

“They still have 10 minutes.”

“Then I’ll pull them out in 10 minutes.”

“There’s a final step that I have to do once they’re fresh out of the oven.”

“What is it.”

“Smith Family Baking secret. I don’t make the rules.” FF gestures towards where the incense continues to burn, “Great Gran’s recipe and methods cannot be shared with non-blood relatives. My mom wasn’t even let in on the secret.”

Thank god

Andrew glowers at him.

Oh God

“It’ll be just 20 more minutes.”

Andrew’s eyes narrow at him.

“They’ll be worth it.” He pleads.

Andrew rolls his eyes.

“Go to sleep when they’re done. Take Nicky’s room.” Andrew commands.

“Take Nicky’s what?” Nicky leans into the kitchen.

“Smith is going to go back to sleep on your bed.”

“Yeah you look like shit Smithy. Don’t worry, unlike Neil and Andrew’s bed mine is all safe.”

Nicky zips out of the kitchen with Andrew hot on his heels. Nicky really is a good friend.

He performs the sacred rites necessary upon the brownies when they come out of the oven and takes a small corner piece to taste test and -

He closes his eyes and clasps his hands together in prayer.

‘Thank you Great Gran.’ He prays earnestly.

‘Remember to wash behind your ears’ he thinks he hears a whisper of grandmotherly advice in return.

That was probably normal.

He extinguishes the incense.

He cuts up the brownies, finds a decently sized plate, and sets the brownies out on the counter before he starts to work on doing the dishes. Yeah Yeah he could have been cleaning while he waited for the brownies to cook! That’s what you always do right? Clean as you go?

Well have you ever been baking brownies that might be the difference between life and death? No? Well then FF is just going to have to stop you right there because he had the oven light on and his eyes GLUED to these fudgey squares.

Who knows what the cousins’ oven would do? He doesn’t know this oven. He and this oven are taking their first whirl together and it could decide to turn on him at any time. They don’t have the brotherhood that he and the oven at his Gran’s house have built over the years! This oven could be one of those ones that maintain their temperature by turning on the broiler! He felt like he could never again recklessly trust an oven after he tried to make crescent rolls in the Viking Oven at his step father’s house and had gotten them back blackened by the broiler.

That oven had been the SINGLE thing he had been excited about during the kitchen remodel which means naturally it was the thing that had betrayed him.

He lets himself think of all the ways he hates the Viking brand as he finishes the dishes and puts everything back to where they belong.

He walks out of the kitchen with the platter of brownies and sets them down on the table where Aaron and Nicky are sat. “Oh my god they smell amazing.” Nicky says and immediately his hand is shooting towards the plate and picking up a corner piece.

FF valiantly resists the urge to slap his and Aaron’s hands away. He needs these to compel Andrew into letting him live.

“Oh wow, those do smell good.” He hears Captain Neil’s voice and when FF turns around Captain Neil and Andrew are both there. It is only in that moment that he realizes that he should have bought some vanilla ice cream to go with these.

Andrew’s love of ice cream was not unknown, probably even infamous. He was the man who, during the summer training, had been so possessive over the soft serve machine in the cafeteria that anyone who wanted any had to ask Captain Neil to get them a bowl or risk being threatened.

He starts towards the door. At this point Target probably isn’t even that bad, probably just some irate people who didn’t come with the rush and are mad they missed out, maybe some officers talking to witnesses on who threw cast the first Wii remote, and workers who will hate him marginally less (unless he gets the same check out person and they remember him (unlikely))

His progress is arrested by a hand grabbing his hoodie.

“Where are you going?”

“I forgot Ice Cream.” And he could get a five hour energy to slam on the way back home.

He then finds himself being pulled down an unfamiliar hallway.

Ah, the anticipation had been killing him more than the fear of his demise. His brownies had not contained the requisite amount of grandmotherly love to save him he had been relying on extract (Great Gran’s spirit guiding his hands) instead of organic (he does not have grandchildren or children for that matter)

Maybe ice cream would have been the deciding factor? He’ll never know.

He closes his eyes and lets himself be dragged. He’s too tired to fight.

A door opens, and he finds himself sat on a bed.

Weird.

“You are falling asleep standing up. Go back to sleep. I’ll leave you at Eden’s if you fall asleep in the booth.” Andrew threatens.

What.

FF knows about Eden’s.

He has heard about it from Nicky trying to get him to agree to go but he’s pretty sure it’d be like introducing an Amazon rainforest frog to the Sahara desert in terms of survivability for him.

“We’re going to Eden’s tonight?” He manages to ask.

Andrew raises an eyebrow at him but answers, “Yes.”

“I’m not really interested in clubs. I don’t drink out in public or dance.”

“Neither does Neil. I just drink. We can stay in the booth.”

“I don’t want to interrupt your time with Captain Neil.”

“It’s fine, neither of us hate spending time with you.”

“I don’t have clothes for a place like that.”

“Nicky grabbed some for you. You’re coming tonight. Go to sleep.”

With that Andrew pulls Nicky’s curtains close, shuts off the light, and closes the door.

FF, always very much like a bird when placed into a suddenly dark environment, starts to feel some of the  exceptional sleepiness that he’d been pushing off through sheer manic desperation to earn another day of life.

He lays down in Nicky’s bed and is tired enough that he can ignore the sheer amount of body glitter on the sheets (does Nicky excrete it like sweat??) and starts to let himself drift off to sleep.

Eden’s might be something completely out of his wheelhouse but-

A conversation with Nicky from when he’d been trying to get FF to go comes into his mind and he sits straight up in bed as Nicky’s words roll around in his head like stale hotdogs at a gas station.

“Eden’s is cool, even though there’s some sick shit in the basement.”

Eden’s is a Secondary Location with a BASEMENT.

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Q&A Time!

I haven't done a Q&A in a while so let's bang out some asks from the askbox and answer them.

Without really saying much, things have kinda gotten better, but I am def in a hole right now from multiple pretty saddening things happening to me all within a month. I'm having a lot of issues drawing but I don't think it's burnout-more likely I'm just a sad lump. I'm sure I'll improve though once the year finishes us.

Kind of...I plan to make either a epilogue for Revenge of Pike Knight or an entirely different comic about his process of letting go but also forgiving himself for her actions. He never goes back to being sweet bandana waddle dee but she does manage to loosen up as time goes on.

Mago gets stripped of any and all power that the average doomer doesn't have. So yea. He's a little guy you could punt like a football.

It's honestly really hard to say what my favorite food is, as I am someone who struggles with food (I blame it on the fact I almost died of starvation as a toddler and it ruined my entire digestive system but who knows it could be crappy genetics too). However here are some foods I enjoy that people may like! (Recipe Links are in the names)

Banoffee Pie: I usually like it without the bananas though, they are too soft texture-wise for me so it's really more Toffee Pie. Just remember if you are making the toffee from scratch that it is basically like making a bomb and you HAVE to make sure timing is correct otherwise pressure will build and either you will die or your kitchen will get a nice brown coat of sugar-paint (Personal experience here).

Chocolate Souffle: I always have this for my birthday so it's a fond treat. It IS a souffle though, so it's very hard to make if you do not have the experience.

Quiche: I love quiche, it's something that is eggy but also a pie and I can eat it any time of the day. I usually like just cheese in it but meats and some small greens are also good.

And finally- Zucchini Brownies (Or just walnut brownies): Which I actually haven't had in a while but man am I craving them. They sound weird but you can't taste the zucchini and it brings a nice dampness to the brownie.

When Powehi was little his sisters loved to tease him even though he would give little to no reaction. They seemed to have a decent relationship as children but I would not be surprised if Powehi doesn't really like his sisters a whole lot when he's an adult. They're still as annoying as before but now they act more like their father (a pet peeve of his). However they are still his sisters at the end of the day, so he puts up with them.

Since I don't know if I have the post up anymore- ANY FANART OR INTERPRETATIONS/INSPIRATION OF MY WORK IS OKAY. If it is fanart or is heavily based off my work all I need is name credit or an @/. If you @/ me, there's a very high likelihood I will see it and reblog it!

As someone who worked with various animals including tarantulas for a while- I love them. I love their fuzz and their little claws and paw pads and the fact they're chill (but at the same time very anxious) little dudes. I think they get a bad rap but they're nice.

If I remember correctly, the death of Meta Knight comic was originally artist trolling. Yes, I made the comic to purposefully get a reaction from you all and laugh evilly while you cried over his death. However that comic is the backbone of Nextgen and I'm glad I made it.

Yes, I will get to that art eventually. I'm just taking my time for reasons. I will/am also uploading art that is old but was never released on my account. Eventually once all the old art is posted new art will start up again.

Meta works his way up the ladder to become a Reaper. Not really spoilers but his design will be brought back soon. But yes, he can still see his friends with the help of Morpho. Also Galaxia shattered in the death comic, so she's long gone as well but returns to Meta in the afterlife at some point.

Dedede ain't dead yet! He's still kicking. Meta would have to meet him in the mortal realm as a little buggy.

Yes, however I highly doubt I will ever cover them in Nextgen, so it's up to fan interpretation at the end of the day.

Yes he does, he takes the form of a beetle much like Morpho takes the form of a butterfly in the mortal realm and gets to visit his friends when he can.

Apologies, but only my girlfriend can hug me : )

I imagine if the situation calls for it he does use his tongue. However he mainly chooses the sword and his fabric arms.

In Nextgen I like to imagine Kirby's copy abilities change as they grow up instead of someone upgrading them for him, hence why they look different when he uses copy abilities.

Powehi has always had some of Marx's powers and grew up with them normally. However as he gets older he begins to really not like them because it makes him different in a way others may be intimidated by.

In Nextgen Chilly and Magolor never got nor will get married. They're off again on again exes because it is way funnier that way and honestly aligns with the one manga more.

Magolor and Chilly met during the events of Star Allies, and their relationship/personalities are kinda based off that manga in a minor way.

Arthur showed up out of nowhere on Castle Dedede's entrance and ever since then Kirby has taken care of him.

In a surprising turn of events, no. The waddle dee from Kirby 64 in Nextgen is actually Bandana's/Pike's older brother who is the sole reason Bandana/Pike went down the path she did. The stories that were told about the adventure and the heroes his older brother worked with got her to be inspired enough to actually work alongside Dedede and later Kirby and the others.

Because that belt buckle is the last remaining piece of who he used to be. His robes are gone along with everything else but that buckle. He is now nude.

All Noddies are biologically and magically tied to the Dream Fountain which is the thing that gives them their dreams and tiredness. The only way Castella can have nightmares is if there's some kind of tampering with the Dream Fountain that effects it negatively.

I don't think canon Bandana would enjoy the fact I assassinated his character for some plot lmao. But for the sake of the funny just imagine them interacting like that one sonic and shadow clip from Sonic Adventure 2.

The cycle of matter only affects Dark and Light matter/ anything in between that. Matter like that usually will never see a reaper in their life because their souls almost never make it to the afterlife and instead are in a constant cycle of reincarnation, hence the name. Meta Knight was merely lucky enough to have Morpho break the rules for him just like how Necrodeus broke the rules for him when he was Gala and took his soul to the afterlife. Normally living things are taken by reapers to the afterlife when they die though. While non-matter characters like Dedede, Magolor, Marx, Pike, etc will be able to have a one way ticket to the afterlife, I'm keeping it vague for Kirby as not to spoil future ideas.

That's all for now! I'll be answering more asks in the future don't worry.

[the-paris-of-people]

Blue Brownies and Finding Nemo, Part 4: BOTL

Summary:

“So how did you do it then? How did you forgive your mom?”

“I didn’t,” Annabeth shakes her head. “I don’t think I ever will. I just have to hope that I’m better for my future family.” 

Percy cocks his head, his eyes light with wonder. “You think about that stuff?” 

A chapter post-BOTL where Percy and Annabeth finally get to go on that movie date, featuring Rachel Elizabeth Dare angst, complex feelings towards Frederick Chase, fantasies of future Percabeth, and as it turns out, no movie at all?

Tagging: @yojeannie@angelthearsonist@m-cliffords-not-real-wife@that-chick-103@queerynotfound@thefabulousfab-3@montygreen@moonlightredfern @flamingbisexual08

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The person in the mirror at the back of the Delphi Strawberry Service van is a stranger to Annabeth.

Inside, she feels like she’s fought a million battles.  The constant cycle of pouring over Daedulus’ laptop and crying herself to sleep has stretched her thin. Her hair has withered away from the stress of almost losing Percy, then actually losing Luke. The person she sees now looks like the face that launched a thousand ships. Silena had ambushed her outside the Athena cabin, covered the bags under her eyes with a magical shade-match foundation, and woven her hair with golden thread, just like she had it on Circe’s island. 

“Trust me, I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Silena reassured after charming Annabeth to vent to her about her date with Percy. She tapped her brush against her compact mirror and swirled it across her cheeks as she continued to comfort her, “There’s no need to worry about this Rachel girl.” 

She wasn’t sure about that. She saw the way Percy’s eyes flitted towards Rachel in the Labyrinth, the way they spoke to each other with ease, nothing like the way she and Percy interacted. Yes, she and Percy had gone to the 4th of July fireworks this summer, but she’d also tried to tell him how she felt about him before he left for camp and… nothing. Annabeth had felt so stupid. For reasons including and not about Rachel at all, she was holding onto this movie date like it would be their last.

“Annabeth,” Percy flusters when he sees her hop out of the van on the corner of 72nd street. He’s wearing his nicest green jacket, blushing so red he nearly looks like one of Apollo’s cattles. “You-you look nice,” He finally manages after struggling through his words like he was reading Lord of the Flies in English.

“Thank you,” Annabeth tucks a strand of her braids behind her ear. She notices the shift in Percy’s expression. He knows something is wrong. Normally she would flick a smile his way and tease, but she’s so worn out by the nightmares about Luke and Kronos that she can’t even summon her pride to be vain about her looks. “So, are we going to see this steel man movie or not?”

Percy opens his mouth to correct her, then shakes his head and opens the door for her. 

“Do you want any popcorn or something?” Percy gestures to the snack bar. “Tyson and I used to get a giant tub and share it with my mom. They make it pretty buttery here.”

“No need,” Annabeth smirks and opens the purse Silena gave her. “I have everything we need.”

“I’m confused,” Percy studies the empty lining of Annabeth’s purse. “Is this some kind of Mary Poppins situation?”

“Covered the snacks with the invisibility cap,” Annabeth zips up the bag and slugs it over her shoulder as she heads towards the escalator to the theater. “It’s not just useful for sneaking up on monsters. Plus I snuck some extra M and Ms in the cargo pants pockets.”

“And somehow Mrs. O’Leary didn’t follow you from camp?” Percy asks as they both climb onto the escalator, impressed.

“I fed her some blue gummies before I left.”

“Hellhounds can eat blue gummies? And those giant boar things hate egg salad? Seriously, why doesn’t Chiron just host courses on random picnic foods for monsters before each quest. Then I could get out of archery practice.” 

‘Hey, you’re almost getting better,” Annabeth punches him lightly in the shoulder. “Last time you almost hit the target.” 

“Haha, very funny,” Percy rolls his eyes, even though he knows it’s true. He’s as bad at archery as Annabeth is at gardening with the Demeter cabin. “Now come on. I want to show you something.” 

Electricity sparks through Annabeth’s veins as Percy takes her wrist and leads her down a regal hallway. The hum from her heart is so loud it nearly drowns out her observations as she hurries past the red velvet carpet and black, marble Grecian pillars. She would have to make a note of that later when they were walking back from the theater. With Percy’s fierce urgency, Annabeth expects Percy to be leading towards some kind of secret tomb with rubies and emeralds, but instead, he takes her to a plaque outside the last theatre in the hall. 

“These are what I was telling you about. Each of these theaters is designed after a movie palace from the twenties, a lot of them are still all around New York, decorated in a different architectural style. This one is from-” 

“Art Deco!” Annabeth exclaims gleefully. She marvels at the style of the theater in the photo. “See? You can tell by the horizontal design elements on the marquee and doorways, alluding to Streamline Moderne style.” 

“Horizontal elements? Because being vertical was too old school for the modern style?” 

“Actually, you’re not too far off, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth rolls her eyes, but a hint of a smile plays at the corner of her lips. “Horizontal lines gave an impression of sleekness and modernity in the 1930s, which I assume is when the original theater was built. See?” Annabeth turns back and skims through the plaque first, absorbing the most important ideas and key words. Then she rereads through it again, more slowly, imagining the construction of the arch and statues… 

“How do you do that?” Percy asks, breaking her concentration for a moment. She quickly refocuses back on the photo of the theater, picking out structural details of the facade that were expanded upon in her reading. 

“Do what?” 

“I can barely spell my own name and you can speed read that entire passage in like, five seconds.” 

“I can barely spell my own name too. I don’t know… being dyslexic, I just got my hands on whatever I could read when I was younger. My dad’s old house had a giant library when I was little, so I tried to read everything in there, and then when I got to camp, I had a lot of free time on my hands in the winter,” Annabeth turns back to Percy, and that’s when she notices how his eyes lay across hers, soft and full of wonder. She remembers how he pulled her in in the Athena cabin, when she had him all to herself at the beginning of the summer, before everything turned sour, how she tasted the sweet, salty taste of his lips even after it had been days since they had entered the Labyrinth. Suddenly, heightened nerves arrest Annabeth. Her heart rate quickens as she speeds through her explanation, doubting Percy notices the uncharacteristic tremble in her voice. “Chiron gave me a book on the Parthenon when I was 9, and then I just couldn’t stop reading, even though it’s still hard for me.” 

“That’s really cool,” Percy’s voice is steeped in awe. It’s the same tone he used when Rachel had gotten them that car in New Mexico, and Annabeth can’t help but to feel proud of herself. “You know, I don’t know if I could ever become good at something that’s that challenging to me.” 

Annabeth frowns. Sometimes Percy was so self-deprecating, it frustrated her. He was totally unaware of his own strengths. “Please, remember when you first started sword-fighting?”   

“Hey, I thought you said I wasn’t bad.” 

“You weren’t,” Annabeth remembers with a glint in her eye. “But you’re even better now.”

“But I didn’t even train that much, I just accidentally kind of… got better as I fought.” 

“Percy,” Annabeth sighs, bowing her head in exasperation. “You’re a talented guy, but you can’t take a compliment to save your life.” 

“Is that supposed to be a compliment? Because I honestly can’t tell.” Percy replies back dryly. 

Annabeth scoffs, but they’ve known each other for so long she and Percy both know it’s free of malice. They both know this is one of the moments in the script they tease each other, but underneath all eye rolls and barbs is a deep understanding and respect of the other. They hold each other’s gaze and both wordlessly break out into smiles, realizing they’ve fallen back into their usual routine after a summer that threw a wrench in everyone’s schedule. Annabeth’s skin buzzes with excitement. She has a glimmer of hope that maybe this is a date, whether Seaweed Brain realized it or not. Yes, this was how they typically interacted, but there was something different in the way they spoke to each other as well, something she saw in Beckendorf and Silena interactions, new sweetness balancing out the usual sour tang.

“You know, it’s a compliment, Seaweed Brain. So just take it and acknowledge you’re a talented guy. Now come on, I want to read the other plaques before the previews start,” She leads the way towards the next plaque even though she’s never been to the theater and has no idea where she’s going, Percy groaning as he trails behind. 

“All the plaques?” Percy questions, his blonde curls rattling as he shakes his head. “I swear, you and Rachel are just like each other. She wanted to read all the plaques when she came here too.”

Annabeth freezes in her tracks like snowboots caught in old snow. She turns to Percy slowly, her face crumpled. 

“You’ve been here with Rachel before?” 

Percy flinches a little at her tone: demanding, hurt, seething with rage. Still, he remains oblivious as he answers her question,

“Yeah, a couple times. She invited me to see a Matrix movie marathon a few weeks ago.”

He came here with Rachel multiple times since he came back from camp. Since he had come back from camp, he’d been hanging out with her, even though he’d asked Annabeth on a date months ago, even though he comforted her and let her hold his hand in the dark and shared his blanket with her as they watched the fireworks. 

“Annabeth?” Percy’s voice is drenched in worry at Annabeth’s non-reaction. “Annabeth? Are you okay?”

“Excuse me,” Annabeth says quietly as she rushes towards the sign for the bathroom. She claims the unisex stall and hunches over the sink. For the first time that day, she finally sees the withered little girl she feels inside. 

The tears come not as an eruption, but as a quiet trickle of disappointment in herself and everything her life had turned out to be. She wanted catharsis and a good cry, and yet, still she’s disappointed herself on that front. 

She had no right to be angry and rude. Rachel was as talented as a child of Athena, as brave as a certain son of Poseidon, and as pretty as a daughter of Aphrodite. She glowed in the darkness of the Labyrinth and even as a statue in the middle of Times Square. She was smart and knowledgeable about art and Annabeth could’ve spoken with her about Jacque-Louis David for hours and hours. She could see why Percy liked her. 

So why did it hurt so much that another person she loved left her for someone else, once again?  

As Annabeth wipes her tears with the pack of tissues she’s stored under her invisibility cap, a sheepish knock taps at the door. 

“Annabeth? Can I come in?” 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Annabeth calls with a slight bite to her voice. She brushes her tears off her face again, thankful for the magical smudge-free makeup of the Aphrodite cabin, for once. 

The door creaks as an apprehensive Percy walks over and stands next to her over the sink. She averts her eyes down, knowing she’ll start to cry more if she meets his eyes. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

The softness of his apology splits Annabeth once again, and she feels guilty all over again for feeling so uncontrollably possessive and jealous over someone who was never hers. 

“No,” She shakes her head, still fixated at the white marble of the sink. “No, you did nothing wrong.” 

“Oh, okay, then uhhhh, do you want to check out the other plaques? I think we still have some time before the previews to read a couple more.” 

“Can we just go to the park?” Annabeth sniffles, finally turning back to Percy. “Riverside?” 

Percy winces as he watches her dab away at the last of her tears. He knows Percy expected her to ask to go to MET or the Morgan Library. She’s never told him, but being by the water is special for her, too. “Yeah, sure, of course.” 

****

The kiss of summer sunshine brightens the scent of the grass so much, it almost smells like Camp Half Blood strawberry fields. The walkway winds around gated playgrounds, filled with children swinging their arms across the monkey bars as their parents lean against each other on a chipped park bench and watch them from afar. The Hudson glitters like the mischievous twinkle in Percy’s eyes, deep blue with flecks of silver and gold, and the thought of it makes her blush, realizing she’s thinking this while she’s standing right next to Percy. She’s thankful all over again for Silena’s makeup, causing her to wonder if she should start wearing blush more around him. 

She and Percy match each other’s long, slow strides, the air between them thick with tension of all the things left unsaid, then thinned out again with the comfort and ease that’s existed between them for years. Annabeth looks back out onto the water and thinks about the stories her dad regaled her with before her stepmother came into the picture. Every so often, he would tell Annabeth how she came to be the most precious gift in his life, how he met the most beautiful, intelligent woman while studying at a magical place called Harvard, how they used to study together at Reading Room on the top floor, with paneled rooftop windows that ushered light that fell onto their faces. They talked in the library for hours, and when they needed a break, walked along Cambridge Harbor with ice cream cones that spilled onto their hands in a sticky mess. Whenever Annabeth was by a body of water, she thought of them happily together all those years ago, then of an alternate reality where they stayed together and the three of them were walking together, too. 

If you loved each other so much, why isn’t she here with us? Annabeth had asked once, and her father’s face crumbled like a wrecking ball taken to a safehouse. Even though she grew older, and logically, she knew her mother couldn’t be with them, she couldn’t help but feel angry and sad that she never tried. Even though Annabeth and her step-family got along now, she couldn’t help feeling like she did before she ran away. If she couldn’t have her mom, why couldn’t she have her dad all to herself, instead of having to share his scattered brain with three other people?

“Hey,” Percy nudges her arm as Annnabeth descends further and further into her imaginary fantasy. “Thinking about your dad?” 

Annabeth realizes she’s subconsciously touching her dad’s ring and drops her hand. She wonders how much she should tell Percy, how ridiculous it seems, but she stares back at him and knows he would understand her. 

“You know why I wanted to come here?” She twists the ring in between her thumb and index finger and stares back out at Hoboken, across the river. “The summer my parents met, they used to take walks together by the Charles River. The way my dad talks about it…” Annabeth’s eyes get misty again, but she wills herself to push them away. “I can tell he really loved her. And sometimes when I walk along a body of water, I imagine that they’re still together and we’re a family. I know, it’s stupid.” 

“No, it’s not stupid.” Percy reassures, with that sweet, genuine tone he uses to comfort her. He pauses for a moment then admits, “Actually, I uh, saw your vision at Siren Bay. I just didn’t bring it up because well,” Percy scratches the back of his head. “I think about my parents getting back together too.” 

“Really?” Annabeth had discussed with her siblings how much they hated having one parent around, but she’d never felt secure enough to broach the topic of wanting her family back together.

“Yeah. I was actually just thinking about them now, even though we’re not in Montauk,” Percy flicks his eyes down for a moment, then towards the kids on the playground. “Did I tell you though that Paul wants to propose to my mom? He told me at my birthday party a few days ago, before my dad showed up.”

Annabeth is taken back. She knew about Poseidon showing up, but not Paul Blofis proposing. “How do you feel about that?” 

“I’m happy,” Percy sounds upbeat, but she senses his voice falter, just the tiniest bit. That was Percy, always trying to accommodate everyone without thinking of himself. “I mean my mom was miserable for so long with Gabe. She deserves to be happy..” 

“Dude,” Annabeth scolds, softly enough to coax him into admission. 

“And….” Percy hesitates, because he can’t say a bad thing about anyone he cares about, even if it’s devouring him alive. “It does make me a little sad too, and I’m angry at my Dad for not getting it together and being with us too.” 

“I know the feeling,” Annabeth murmurs. A gust of wind blows and whips her braids across her hair.

“So how did you do it then? How did you forgive your mom?”

“I didn’t,” Annabeth shakes her head. “I don’t think I ever will. I just have to hope that I’m better for my future family.” 

Percy cocks his head, his eyes light with wonder. “You think about that stuff?” 

“Sometimes,” Annabeth flushes hot. She’s never admitted that to anyone, because it’s embarrassing and illogical and stupid. She knows the rules of their world, but she can’t help but dream. “I know demigods don’t live past 16, but sometimes I picture myself as  a famous architect, maybe a professor giving lectures across the world, and sometimes… I imagine myself with a family, too.” 

Percy purses his lips together and thinks to himself for a moment. “You know, I’ve never thought about it too much before, but a family would be nice.” 

And there he is, holding his gaze with hers again. Annabeth swallows and begins to fidget furiously with her fingers. A building can only be supported with a solid foundation, she realizes, and she never imagined herself with a family until she met Percy. Her heart leaps as she watches the golden light trickle through the tree branches and onto his cheeks. The way he stood was so easy, so relaxed, he slouched without thinking and his fingers always curled casually at the ends, like he didn’t think about what to do with his hands. Annabeth was deliberate in every movement, she overthought everything, and he just.. was. Even when it hurt to be around him, it was easy to be around him. 

“Listen,” Percy breaks the silence with a hoarse whisper. “I’m sorry about Rachel.” 

Annabeth stiffens at the mention of her name.

“Whatever.” 

“Okay,” Percy says slowly. “Well it seems like you really don’t like it when I hang out with her, and I don’t know why.”

He really did have a thick skull.

“No seriously, I don’t care.” Annabeth crosses her arms. “You can hang out with whoever you want.” 

“Well, okay then,” Percy dismisses, annoyed, before turning sincere again. “I just… I know things have been weird between us this past summer, and I just don’t want to be so distant from you.” 

It really was hard to stay mad at him when he was so sweet, even when he was being an obtuse idiot.

“Well, unfortunately you’re stuck with me,” Annabeth brushes him off with a sarcastic comment to avoid the skip in her heart. “If we go down, we’re going down together, remember?” 

“Okay,” A slow smile curls across Percy’s mouth, and the sunshine lit behind him makes it look like a halo with his smile and golden curls.“Good to know you’re still in on that.” 

“Always,” Annabeth says with an eye roll, but she casts one last look at him in the light before turning to pretend to look at the river again instead of his handsome eyes. She curls her hands into fists to suppress the urge to reach out and hold his hand.

“On that note, let’s go get some ice cream,” He leads the way before Annabeth can object. “I’m buying.”

[therealslimshakespeare]

What is Elvis like as a father in law? I pretty much see him treating Donna and any of the other women who join the family similar to how he talked to fans at times. Everyone is darlin ', sweetheart, honey hahaha. Wanting to take everyone under his wing and spoil em. Especially Donna because she basically saves two of his kids.

This man -you’ve nailed it.

He loves people. We’ve established this. He adores his kids. Now, people who love his kids? Oh that’s just a beautiful upper tier of love from him. He loves them, he squirrels them away in rooms just one on one to grill them about their interest in a off-putting but lovingly intense way. He inducts them into the family with all the pomp and circumstance of a born performer while also taking care to give them private and subtle assurances of his welcome.

Of course there was Ella‘s fella Johnny, and the time Elvis put his dumb blonde head through the penthouse drywall. But that was no aspersion against Johnny’s good character, his valiant service to the nation as a soldier in ‘Nam or any real man-to-man dislike. It was entirely to do with a red blooded man marrying his 18-year-old baby. Elvis had sworn as a young father he’d kill anyone who came for Ella: Johnny can be glad he only has a permanent goose-egg back there from the incident. A few months of good intentions and proof that Ella is happy with her choice and all can be forgiven. Besides, Elaine seems charmed by Johnny and Elvis hates being anything but on the same page as Tink. 

Now Jack’s lady, she is a whole Lotta woman, so much Woman that some idiots might call her masculine, but that’s just her broad shoulders and brusque attitude leading you astray. Live and let live, Elvis believes, and he can sympathize with Jack. He knows a thing or two about the positive affects of your lady not letting you get away with shit. Or conversely only allowing you to in her company or under her supervision. It only takes Elvis a few months to get a read on Vic and stop trying to spoil her with jewels or perfume, instead he buys her cigars in the vain hope that she’ll stop swiping his. 

And then of course there is Danny and his precious Bee, raised most of her summers at Graceland and practically a Presley child until Shiloh had to play matchmaker and Danny had to make it weird and marry her. Oh well, at least they’re compatible and Elvis already approves.

And there’s Rosalee and her Sam Harrison, who Elvis likes well enough as he’s the son of an army buddy, even if the fool boy married someone else in the interim

and Daisy’s bloke ain’t half bad for being British, being known as Rosalee‘s kind professor, he’s got brownie points in the Presley family before Daisy attached herself to him, he’s a calming influence on that wild child and the rest of them, someone for Elvis to smoke with and talk about spiritual things.

And then there’s Donna. Now, Elvis does not have favorites, alright? He really doesn’t, Donna’s not his favorite. Don Don can’t be, as she is not a favorite, she is a fairy, a precious angel sent from above to patch up his babies and bring joy to their household. Whenever sweet Don Don is not being clutched by Jesse or gossiping with Jack or posing for Marie, her tiny self is tucked under Elvis’ armpit while he shows her his latest hyper fixation. She’s written many a caption for a polaroid after he complained of his bad handwriting and morosely wished upon a star within her earshot for some young helper to come along and aid him. Donna didn’t expect Elvis Presley to be so endearingly human -but he is, and it almost makes her forgive that horrid nickname.

…and then take into account the grand-babies that come from these…

[putschki1969]

Live Title & Promo Visuals Revealed

To commemorate the 5th Anniversary of Wakana’s solo debut, a special band live will be held for the first time in 3 years! The official title for the live was announced today!

Title: 『Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ～The “VOICE” Stories～』 Date: May 12, 2024 ◆1st Stage◆ Open 14:45 / Start 15:30 ◆2nd Stage◆ Open 18:15 / Start 19:00 Venue: I’M A SHOW (capacity: 398 seats) Starring: Wakana, Satoshi Takebe (Music Director/Piano), etc. 【Ticket price】 All seats reserved 8,500円 ※An additional 600円 drink fee will be charged at the venue Advanced Ticket Lottery: March 11~March 17 General Sale: March 30~

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Talk Garden Vol.7!! ~Graduation, Chocolate Chips, and 「The “VOICE” Stories」 ~

The 7th episode of "Wakana's Talk Garden" has been uploaded! Thank you for sending me your "graduation memories"~(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) Maybe the topic was a bit tricky this time so there weren't a lot of submissions🤣 But I definitely related to a lot of your stories about things that you want to graduate from and finally leave behind 😭✨ (I certainly want to get rid of my late-night cravings for Korean food)

By the way, I was surprised that I couldn't recall which song our choir was singing at one of my graduation ceremonies even though I was sure that I would remember such a detail. I vividly remember singing at the graduation ceremony as a member of my junior high school choir. I had a pretty loud voice but most of the other members were rather quiet so I would always hide somewhere in the back because otherwise I would stand out too much with my singing😂 (Sorry teacher, please forgive the antics of an adolescent). However, back then there was a boy in our local boys' and girls' choir and he would always make sure to sing with a loud and firm voice. I looked up to him with great respect and thought he was incredibly courageous, he honestly was my hero✨😂 (I was still hiding in the back but he encouraged me to sing with all my might) All the parents mentioned that they were amazed by how well our voices could be heard (*´-`) Despite all of that, I totally forgot what song it was 🤣🤣 That's the most important part! ! *laughs* Oh well, that's how life is...(I'll ask a friend next time💌)

Before I read all of your graduation stories , I went on a tangent about Baskin-Robins ice cream. It went on for quite some time so please be prepared! ! 😂 It was about my favourite chocolate chip ice cream which I had to get as soon as it came out! ♡ it was my first time in years to eat this flavour ♡ (If you add your favourite ice cream flavour in the Baskin-Robins app, you'll receive a notification when it's released). I also tried the newly released matcha brownie flavour 🍨 It was so delicious! 😳 But for some reason...I can't really recommend this particular combination of flavours🤣 It’s better to eat them individually!!👍

Well, the next talk theme is... there will be NO talk theme! 😂 I feel like everyone was having a hard time thinking of stories for the talk themes🥺 I didn't intend to inconvenience anyone...😇Please forgive me...😇 So next time, just throw some random messages at me! Don't even think about it, no matter what it is, just submit it and let me talk about it. So if you have anything you want to ask me or want me to talk about, please don't hesitate! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ Really anything is fine! 🤗💕 I’ll be waiting💕

Also, the official title for my upcoming 5th Anniversary Live has been announced✨ The full title is Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ~The “VOICE” Stories~! The title of my first tour after my solo debut was ``VOICE'', it was about having my “voice” heard and expressing my “voice”. Back then, there were so many things that felt new to me, and I'm sure it was the same for all of you. Five years have passed since then and I have come across several new "voices" within me. New thoughts and feelings were born within my heart and expressed through my "voice". And of course I've been supported by the voices of encouragement from many people throughout all these years. For these reasons, I decided to name the live The “VOICE” Stories, I want to create an environment for people to hear my new “VOICE”. I will be sharing various thoughts and sing songs from the past five years. I would be happy if you came to experience this special moment together with me. Please come to “I'M A SHOW” in Yurakucho on May 12th! ! The live promo visual has also been released🤗✨

All right, that’s it for today! Until next time~☆( *'▽'*)/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

Wakana’s Talk Garden #7

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Vol 7 Topic “Memories of Graduation”

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on April 10th, the topic is “Something I Want to Ask Wakana/Something I Want Wakana to Talk About” The submission deadline is 03/31.

[maybege]

I know very little of your neighbor!Paz so forgive me for any inaccuracies 🥺 and sorry if someone else has already said something like this!!

Even tho I'm basically a hermit who has no interest in talking to her neighbors, I Love neighbor aus lmao.

But, imagine you're carrying in groceries, your typical paper bags cliche that are a tad bit overflowing, and Paz comes out to help you carry them in.

He noticed the wine and the more expensive looking steak (or meat alternative, or just more expensive food) and you explain to him that you have a date tonight! Its your first one in ages and you're nervous and excited because this guy at your gym has been trying to ask you out for a while but you've been too apprehensive to accept.

Paz is...disappointed, but not surprised because how could he be? It makes perfect sense for his beautiful, adorable, sweet neighbor to have guys all over her.

He stands outside your door, holding two bags of groceries while you put your bags on the counter, he doesn't want to assume he can come inside, he knows how intimidating he looks and the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable.

You thank him and give him a smile that lights his heart up, he wishes you luck on your date.

Later, he can smell the food your making and it smells delectable, he can hear the pots and pans clanging about through the thin walls, and he hopes to God he doesn't hear too much in case your date goes...really well. He turns the TV up and tries to ignore the sounds coming from your apartment.

Time passes and you've finished making dinner and gotten ready a little while ago.

...Your date never showed.

You texted him before he was supposed to show up, he never answered.

You called later and had to leave a message.

Its been an hour and a half and nothing.

There's a knock at your door

You quickly make your way to the door, but its not your date? Its Paz, you're not as disappointed as you probably should be when you see him on the other side. You're a little relieved in fact...

"Hey, Paz, can I help you with anything?" You're trying to put up a front, a little embarrassed and hurt.

Fuck, you look so pretty. Paz knows this is a weird time to knock. He just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong and he had to check on you. The, now empty, plate of brownies looking like a beacon on his counter, telling him to knock on your door.

He's upset with himself now though because you look like an angel. An angel who just got their wings clipped. There's a sadness in your eyes. Did your date upset you?

"Oh, no honey. I just wanted to real quick hand this over to you," he holds out a plate, "Before I pick up dinner." Something he should've done before your date, but it just slipped his mind.

You made too many brownies for your job the other day and gave some to Paz. At least thats what you told him, perhaps you made extra brownies as an excuse to see him.

"Thank you, Paz."

This has to be serendipity, right? Or are you just upset from your date not showing? Or is this a rare moment of courage that you have to act on this now?

He nods his head at you, wishes you a good night, and starts to walk away. Do it! Do it now!

"Paz?" You call out. He stops and turns to look at you. "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

He wants to ask about your date, but he has a feeling about what happened...

"I would love to, honey."

This time he doesn't feel uncomfortable walking into your apartment.

❤❤ hi again I've sent a couple messages to you about Paz. I actually needed a bit of a warm up, so sorry it was long again 😭. I hope you like it, I had to rush a bit at the end. But your au's make my day!! ❤❤

Oh dear anon, never apologize for the length of your asks. They are perfect! 🥺

Paz is so disappointed that his sweet pretty neighbour has a date but he tries his best to be happy for her because she is so happy. But when the realization hits that she was stood up? Oh boy he could just punch that boy in the face for how unhappy he made you.

But that also means he gets to spend the evening with her and they talk and laugh a lot and maybe she makes a comment about "This is already way better than any date with him could be." and Paz is like 🥺

[grlquartz]

mushy may

day 2: late night snack

i'm posting this late lol but it's been sitting in my drafts so here we are! thank you so much to @forlorn-crows for organizing this & and thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the adorable dividers <3

pairing: primo x oc

word count: 800ish

(note: this is just a teeny bit spoilery for this pair's main fic - if you've been following along, consider yourself warned!)

Opening his eyes to bright light made him wince, blink a few times- Primo sat up in bed to find the source of it, rubbing his hands over his face and blinking some more until he realized that the light was spilling in from the kitchen doorway. Not that bright in actuality, but it made his eyes smart briefly all the same. He could have sworn he turned off the light before he came to bed just a few short hours ago… strange.

Stranger still was that Theo, he realized, wasn’t curled up sleeping next to him as she usually was at this hour. As the haze of sleep began to fade he was able to put two and two together. What in the world would she be doing awake so late- or early, rather- and in the fully-lit kitchen nonetheless?

He got out of bed to investigate, giving a little twisting stretch and then mindlessly adjusting the waistband of his pajama pants as he padded tiredly into the kitchen.

Adjusting to the bright light with a slight squint and another rub of his eyes, he could see that she was perched on the counter next to the fridge, sitting with her bare legs dangling. His eyes followed her manicured toes all the way up her smooth calves, her pretty thighs, to her cute little pajama shorts and that oversized tour shirt of his she loved to wear… to the way she was delving into a pint of ice cream. His ice cream, if his sleepy eyes did not deceive him. His favorite guilty pleasure- triple chocolate with the fudgy, delicious chunks of dark chocolate brownie dough and decadent chocolate syrup swirled throughout. She hadn’t noticed him, and she seemed awfully focused on what she was doing. He leaned carefully against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his bare chest, watching her swirl up a perfect spoonful and eat it slowly. The way she looked so serene in her enjoyment of it, eyes closing and a satisfied sigh leaving her nose, made it easy for him to forgive her for such a transgression- but he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease her about it first.

“And just what do you think you are doing?” he said quietly, obviously laden with amusement. It startled her just the same- she jumped a little and her wide eyes met his, and she popped the spoon from her mouth.

“Satanas, you scared me,” she said and began to giggle to herself.

“That does not answer my question,” he continued. Her sweet little smile looked awfully guilty, he thought, but now she swirled the spoon pointedly in his direction.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Eating my ice cream in the cover of night,” he accused.

“Oh, good,” she said, and she took another bite. The dark chocolate gathered and smudged in the corners of her lips. He thought he might like to kiss it off of her, until she spoke again. “Sounds like you don’t need glasses yet.”

He straightened up from the doorway and began to prowl towards her. “My,” he said, “you’re quite brave, sitting there eating my ice cream and harassing me like that.”

“You know you like it.”

When he made it to her and placed his hands squarely on her knees, she giggled again. “I’ll share if you want some.”

“Oh, will you now?” He couldn’t help but grin at her. What an ornery little thing she was. “So generous of you, dolcezza. Can I have a bite?”

“Mmm,” she hummed agreeably through her own mouthful, having swirled up another sweet bite and popped it into her mouth. Her pretty lips still curled with a smile as she gathered some more on the spoon for him. “Mm, here.”

The playful energy between them immediately started to soften as she fed it to him slowly. He hummed low in his throat at the rich taste and the chill of it on his tongue, and at her gentleness. For all her mischief and mouthiness, she certainly was sweet underneath.

“M’sorry I got into yours,” she said, more genuine now. “I was just craving something sweet, and we’re out of mine.”

“You know,” he said, smoothing his thumbs back and forth over the soft skin of her thighs, “if you want something sweet, you can always ask me.”

He raised his brow at her, but she knew exactly what he was insinuating without any help. To that she smiled and tilted her face up with a growing smile.

“Can I have it, Papa?”

Oh, he could never say no to her. Leaning in to kiss her, they melted together like warming ice cream, and her lips tasted even sweeter still.

thanks for reading! find me on ao3 <3

[clementine-side-blog]

Burt Fabelman SFW Headcanons

Summary: My personal SFW headcanons about Burt Fabelman.

(A/N: Keep in mind that I have not watched the movie yet. I just really like the character from what I've seen. Forgive me if I get some things about him wrong. Also, not worrying about the time period. Modern au cuz I'm lazy! <3)

(Read Below For Headcanons)

Personality:

I feel like he is a very caring and kind man.

He's always thinking about others and putting their needs before his.

Extremely altruistic. He makes LOTS of money from being a computer engineer, so he likes to donate to charities every now and then. He also volunteers at food banks occasionally.

Hates being alone. After divorcing Mitzi, his house felt very empty. Sure he got to see the kids every now and then, but when it was just him it felt terrible.

Very polite, timid, and gentle. Though, when provoked, he can be pretty intimidating. He doesn't tolerate disrespect.

He makes dad jokes a lot. They're terrible. His humor is just cheesy dad jokes and funny pictures of animals. He'd definitely scroll through Facebook and look at all of them.

He's a very patient person, but you don't want to push his buttons too much.

Burt is a fairly smart man. His IQ is maybe around 100? It's slightly above average.

The way he talks is very eloquent and professional, no matter who he's talking to. It's just how he is.

In a relationship with him, he's always spoiling you. He's basically a sugar daddy, but like, you two are actually in love.

He's a little self conscious about dating you, especially since he's not a Spring chicken anymore. Because of this, he tends to get jealous pretty easily. Don't take it personally though, he trusts you. It's just his own insecurities.

Hobbies:

He loves model trains. In his basement he has a few mini models on shelves. If you let him, he could talk for hours about them.

He is a huge cinephile. Originally, he started to watch more movies to be able to talk with Sammy about his passions. But that grew into a hobby, and now he's just as passionate about cinema as Sammy is about directing. Some of his favorite movies are: Fight Club (but he HATES the sex scenes); Brokeback Mountain (he cried during it); American Psycho (he read the book originally, so he watched the movie after. he knows its satire and that's why he loves it.); Castaway (he just rlly likes this movie).

He does not play video games, but in a relationship with him, you do. It might not be a hobby for him, but he enjoys to watch you play.

Baking is a fun hobby of his. He really loves to make brownies and macarons. All of his treats are bomb asf.

Taking care of his front lawn/backyard is something that helps him relieve stress. Plus, he actually enjoys it.

He doesn't listen to music that much, but when he does, it's these bands: Red Hot Chili Peppers; The Beach Boys; The Rolling Stones; The Beatles.

Random:

I can't really explain why, but I headcanon him as being in a relationship with someone who is the exact opposite of him. So like y/n would listen to metal/rock and is very hyper as opposed to Burt's mellow personality.

I think he'd also be in a relationship with an autistic and queer person. Literally fight me on it. Do you know how fucking wholesome it would be for him to go to Pride parades and get all dressed up for them? And always making sure you're not overstimulated in public? UGH SO FUCKING WHOLESOME.

Whenever y/n is driving somewhere with Burt, he lets them control the aux. He always regrets it though, because he swears you make his ears bleed with the music.

Took y/n to a Slipknot concert and felt like he was having a seizure. Bro did NOT take his eyes off of you. He saw one of the members use an empty barrel as a drum and hit it with a lit torch, and he rambled about fire safety. Though, he thought it was pretty cool...

Like I said before, Burt Fabelman LOVES to spoil you. He'll take you on super romantic dates, buy you merch for your favorite bands/shows/movies etc, and takes you to concerts.

He rarely ever cusses. The only time he really does is when he loses his temper (which is rare), or during intimate moments (sometimes).

His favorite color is blue.

You jokingly call him your sugar daddy and he thinks its funny. Though he never says you're wrong...

In the summer, he sees his kids every other week, but during the school year he only sees them on weekends.

[chansroomsblog]

This was my idea of how Chan came up with Circus! Let me know what you think!

“We weren’t supposed to film a music video today, right?” Lee Know spins in a slow circle taking in his surroundings. Han is standing beside him and doing the same thing while Chan starts counting the members to make sure they are all together.

“Well if we were, a circus theme is pretty unique,” said Hyunjin. Surprisingly, he was being calm for once and in a situation that freaking out is more expected.

“How did we get here? Chan, Han, and I were in the recording studio but then we ended up here. I don’t know what happened. Where were you guys?” Changbin went to stand next to Chan who was content after he found all 8 Stray Kids to be standing in the same room. Well, a tent is a more specific description. A circus tent to be exact.

All of the members were in a circus-like tent that was decorated with string lights on the ceiling and benches for the audience around the outskirts. Trapeze swings were hanging above their heads, barrels were stationed throughout the tent, and clown masks littered the floor. Each member was dressed in a variation of checkered shirts and black pants with unique accents. I.N’s hair was split dyed pink and blue on the edges with blonde on top, Hyunjin had a chain hanging from his black jacket, and each member had small details painted on their faces.

“I was making brownies in the dorm with Hyunjin. I had turned around to put a spoon in the sink when I ended up here,” said Felix.

Hyunjin started to walk to stand next to Felix but he hit his foot on a box on the ground. It seemed weird that Hyunjin hasn’t been dramatic up until now but he made up for it as he fell to the ground holding his foot and started to scream! With quick glances toward Hyunjin, the rest of the group moved towards the box to see what it was. As soon as Chan bent down to pick it up, a puppet sprang from the top and all of the boys fell backwards in surprise.

“I hate Jack-in-The-Boxes. And I hate clowns. Someone figure out a way to get out of this tent!” Seungmin wipes the dust from his pants as he gets to his feet and paces the tent looking for a way out.

The rest of the members started to look for an opening in the tent as well when Seungmin called out to everyone.

“I think I might have found something.” All of the other members went to the section of the tent that Seungmin occupied to see what he was pointing out. With all of the member’s eyes on a specific spot of the tent, nobody heard or saw when someone entered the tent.

“If you are trying to find the exit, you are looking in the wrong place.” All of the boys turn around and Chan gets in front of them out of an instinct to protect. His eyes went wide as he saw who had previously spoken.

“Why are there two Chans?” Lee Know looked back and forth between the two but found no answers.

“Are you never surprised by anything? How can you be calm right now?” Han asked Lee Know after he had spoken with a straight face.

“Why do you look like that?“ Felix asked the other Chan as he looked him up and down. The imposter looked like Chan but was extremely skinny instead of Chan’s arms that usually had some muscle to them.

“How have you not found the exit? It’s right here!” Han walked through an opening in the tent.

“Now there is another Han.” Lee Know makes another remark and earns a punch to the side from Hyunjin. Lee Know turns to glare at Hyunjin just as he smiles to earn forgiveness. Lee Know rolls his eyes at Hyunjin’s antics.

“Can we stop kneeling behind Chan? My knees are starting to hurt. I shouldn’t have gone to the gym earlier.” Changbin stood up and the others followed his lead but Chan still stayed in front of them.

“What happened to my waist??” said Han in shock but he wasn’t the only one thinking that. The other Han looked the same but different. The same face but different body shape. Instead of Han’s normal soft features and small build, this Han had packed on a lot of muscle and was wearing very rigid type clothing. The clothing was very different from the soft colors and style that Han usually wore.

The rest of Stray Kids, or the other imposters, walked through the entrance and stood next to Chan and Han.

“Why do they all look so different?” I.N moved to stand next to Chan but he was held back by the arm that his leader stopped him with.

All of the imposters looked like the members of Stray Kids but had an opposite feature. Lee Know was smiling at the other imposters instead of his usual scowl. Changbin was the tallest of the group instead of being the shortest. Hyunjin had a buzz cut instead of his long, blonde hair. Felix wore no makeup but still didn’t have his usual freckles. Seungmin had sharp facial features instead of his usual roundness. I.N had a mullet type hairstyle that was the opposite of his usual hairstyle with short hair and a gap in the front.

“Please tell me how you ended up with a buzz cut so I can avoid that situation at all cost. I like my hair!” Hyunjin stared in horror at his double and the hair that had been lost.

“Ummm, I cut it.” The imposter looked at Hyunjin as if he came from another world for asking such a stupid question.

“Huge mistake. You look terrible!” The imposter rolled his eyes but otherwise kept his resting face intact.

Chan, the imposter, silently walks towards his double. Stray Kid’s Chan backs up and keeps the kids behind him.

“If you want to get out of here and return to where you came from, you need to acknowledge why you are here. What has happened to you recently?” Imposter Chan asked. Stray Kid’s Chan took a second to think.

“Our Oddinary album has just been released and we have received a lot of support for it but JYP is considering disbanding our group for not getting enough attention.” Chan said and it is apparent that the rest of the group didn’t know about this as they looked at Chan. Chan hangs his head so he doesn’t have to meet the eyes of any of the kids and see their disappointment.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Felix asked and Chan could hear the hurt in his voice. He lifted his head and saw that all of the members wore similar expressions of sadness on their faces.

“I was hoping JYP wouldn’t disband us so I never had to tell all of you but he most likely will. I’m sorry and I don’t think there is anything I can do.” Chan says. Felix started to cry and he ran to hug Chan.

“You said you wouldn’t leave.” Tears keep falling down Felix’s face as he hugs Chan tightly as if not to lose him.

“I won’t leave you behind. I promise, Felix!” Chan hugged Felix back as he started to cry as well.

Interrupting the moment, imposter Chan said, “I think the reason why you are here is a way for your mind to come up with a solution to your problem. I hope you realize what you need to do. Now, go do it!” Imposter Chan gently touched Chan’s arm and the world went black with Chan still hugging Felix and the rest of Stray Kids holding on to one another.

“Hey! Chan, you ok?” Han’s voice starts to wake Chan up from a spontaneous nap he must have taken. His head was filled with images and conversations of the kids, the imposters, and the circus tent but he couldn’t make sense of any of it. Chan lifts his head to see Han and Changbin leaning over him with worried expressions.

“Yea, I’m ok. Can you hand me my computer?” Chan asks Changbin who is closer to his bag. Changbin nods and grabs the computer and hands it to Chan.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You just suddenly passed out for a second and we didn’t know what to do.” Chan could hear the panic in Han’s voice.

“I’m ok! I had a weird dream but I think it could be what changes JYP’s decision.” Chan opens his computer and opens an empty document to start typing.

“What decision?” Changbin asks but Chan shakes his head.

“Nothing important. I have an idea for a song and a music video so I want to write it down before I forget. However, Hyunjin has to keep his long hair and Changbin has to stay short!” Chan starts typing as Han and Changbin share a look.

“I’m not short, I’m average.” Changbin whispers and Han tries to hide his laugh but fails. Changbin hits Han in his side and that quickly shuts him up.

“I am sure that this will be what saves us and keeps us together. I made a promise to Felix and I intend to keep it!” Chan whispers and smiles as he gets to work on his new song, Circus!

[zephyrlass]

1. Are you a morning or night person? Night

2. Are you afraid of the dark? No

3. Are you an extrovert or introvert? Introvert

4. Are you double jointed? No

5. Are you left or right handed? Right

6. Are you more of a tidy person or a messy one? Very tidy

7. Are you on time or always late? Always on time

8. Are you ticklish? A little

9. Can you curl your tongue? Yes

10. Can you ice skate? Yes pretty well actually

11. Can you wiggle your ears? No

12. Coffee or tea? Tea always

13. Cookies, cake or donuts? Cake

14. Did you ever participate in a talent show? Yes

15. Did you go to prom? I went to formal, I think it’s similar

16. Did you like school? Overall yes

17. Do you believe in ghosts? Not at all

18. Do you bite your nails? Never

19. Do you consider yourself a good cook? Yes

20. Do you enjoy dancing? Yes

21. Do you enjoy DIY or crafts? Yes

22. Do you forgive easily? No definitely a grudge holder :/

23. Do you have a nickname? Too many

24. Do you have any allergies? Yes, dust and grass

25. Do you have any phobias? Yes, all kinds of rodents. Hate them

26. Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Yes, x3 small tattoos and just my ears pierced

27. Do you have children? No

28. Do you have pets? Yes a dog

29. Do you have siblings? Yes a brother

30. Do you prefer dogs or cats? Dogs 100%

31. Do you prefer Mac or PC? Mac

32. Do you prefer the beach or the mountains? Both. But probably beach.

33. Do you prefer to bath or shower? Shower

34. Do you sing in the shower? No

35. Do you smoke? No

36. Do you speak any different languages? French and a bit of Danish and Japanese

37. Do you still have your wisdom teeth? Nope all four removed

38. Do you still watch cartoons? No

39. Do you/have you played any sports? Netball, football, AFL, surfing, skiing, swimming, volleyball and tennis.

40. Does your name have a special meaning? Great grandmothers name

41. Have you ever been hospitalized? Yes three times

42. Have you ever been on a diet? No

43. Have you ever been to a concert? Many

51. If money were no object what would you get for your next birthday? A house

52. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Copenhagen or Kiama

53. Were you ever a scout or a brownie? what is a brownie?

54. What city were you born in? Richmond

55. What did you last eat? Fish, potatoes and broccoli

56. What did you want to be when you were younger? An architect

57. What do you do on a typical Friday night? Go for a beer with some friends

58. What is one food that you refuse to eat? Pâté

59. What is one item on your bucket list? Go to an AFL game at the MCG

60. What is one item you can’t live without? toothbrush

61. What is your shoe size? 40

62. What movie have you watched repeatedly? Lol probably Mean Girls

63. What phone do you have (Apple or Android)? Apple iPhone 13

64. What should you be doing right now? Stretching

65. What’s one goal you would like to accomplish this year? Australia win the World Cup

66. What’s one of your pet peeves? People who talk at the cinema

67. What’s the last song you’ve listened to? Hide & Seek by Stormzy

68. What’s the most expensive item of clothing that you own? Probably my North Face puffer jacket

69. What’s the thing you can’t leave the house without? Lip balm and my glasses

70. What’s your best physical feature? My legs

71. What’s your Chinese sign? Tiger

72. What’s your current obsession? Formula 1

73. What’s your dream car? Aston Martin DB5

74. What’s your favourite animal? Wombats, penguins and orangutans

75. What’s your favourite book? Not sure I have a favourite

76. What’s your favourite colour? Blue and yellow

77. What’s your favourite dessert? Lava cake

78. What’s your favourite drink? Ginger beer

79. What’s your favourite food? Modern bay bug roll or cheese

80. What’s your favourite foreign food? Eastern Mediterranean, Japanese and Indian

81. What’s your favourite gadget? I like those robotic vacuums

82. What’s your favourite hobby? Skiing

83. What’s your favourite movie? Almost famous

84. What’s your favourite restaurant? Rick shores

85. What’s your favourite sandwich? Brie and cranberry or sauerkraut, Gouda and prosciutto

86. What’s your favourite season? Spring

87. What’s your favourite series? SKAM

88. What’s your favourite snack? Cheese and bread

89. What’s your favourite sport to watch? AFL or football

90. What’s your favourite thing to have for breakfast? Proper Australian breakfast with poached eggs, Kim chi, avocado, sour dough and halloumi

[breesasofty]

Sunday. June 16th, 2024.

Things I love about life.

(This used to be the day on the week that I'd spent it all with my dad, every sunday we'd buy lots of junk food and watch movies i'd criticize at the whole length to say that i liked it at the end like a sacred tradition):

1. cats

2. windy, open windows in the car

3. going back home late at night from the shopping center feeling like i have bought some piece of cloth that will change my life

4. watching cartoons when high

5. falling asleep watching cartoons, especially when high

6. being in the middle of the woods or some place remote which phone loses signal (the feeling of <i could disappear right here, right now>)

7. lately, talking to my therapist in a more friendly manner (trying to work with him instead of against him [and myself])

8. turning off all notifications at night, isolating in my room and pretending like the rest of the world doesn't exist at nighttime (recharge in solitude)

9. daily interactions with my cats because they understand body language and you don't need to talk to be understood and you don't have to actually hear about it to understand (oh, the wonders of not needing to talk! silence is something i'd never trade)

10. eating my grandma's food because also the wonders of not having to cook!

11. different cities, which carry their very own air, their singular ambiance.

12. my actual friends (which are glad they even made it to this list, whom put up to my avoidant attachment fuckery without judgment. oh, those i don't need to explain myself to, but encourage me to be a good person nonetheless!)

13. watching my cats eat like they've been starving for weeks after i'd just filled their food bowls for the 5th time on that day (the vet said my middle child was weighing like an actual child; poor thing, wouldn't have a chance in the wild).

14. waking up every morning to find my cats having a reunion in front of my bedroom door. i always greet each with a bom dia petting.

15. how hair feels right after a haircut. ugh, so smooth! love to feel it between my fingers.

16. waking up late, no obligations in the day

17. waking up early fully rested

18. advancing technology

19. forgetting who i am (reseting every night)

20. dissociation, my best friend

21. chat gpt, my one true mate

22. family vacations

23. inherited network

24. not having a normal family (in some aspects i love it, in others, i loath and despise it)

25. everything i've had to this day (material, i mean) and will be receiving/achieving in the future

26. my academical prowess

27. my cognitively powerful brain

28. how could i not have mentioned harry potter!???

29. harry potter (taking a double slot because of it's importance, In Potter We Trust)

30. being high.

31. also dramione, since i'm speaking about the wizarding world

32. fanon draco malfoy, of course. canon draco is the fetus, the child.

33. meeting up with adults because it makes me feel like an adult

34. acting like an adult (although i just like the acting, not the being)

35. people who have a prospect of what they want for the future

36. imaginary worlds, fantasy, lore, adventure

37. adventure sports (lmao though i have practiced it like, 3 times in my whole lifetime)

38. that moment when you think or are actually in love and still don't want to run away, you feel like this time you could actually do it, could actually stay

39. meeting new friends that i feel like should've been in my life for the longest time (those people you actually meet the soul instead of a programmed body)

40. being capable of apologizing (and also when people who have wronged me apologize; not that i'll forgive, anyways)

41. I love to feel the early morning wind, especially when the sun isn't yet too hot when riding a motorcycle.

42. My students, who are quite difficult to deal with, but they're actually super intelligent and funny.

43. When my students give me sweets. My favorite one was the brownie, but the beijinho got pretty close!

44. Once again, not having to cook my own meals, especially lunch, 'cause now I have it at work and it's rather delicious.

45. Affable people who mirror your kindness.

46. Not having kids yet, like many people who grow up with me already have (poor people could barely have time to know themselves, now their life's revolving around another life). Note: I do want kids cause surprise, surprise, I actually don't despise children.

47. When I get home from work (classic, but to shower, smoke weed, eat something delicious and get to bad to sleep is absurdly appealing to me)

48. modern family (probably rewatching it for the 4th time)

49. feeling my bones (i know this one is a bit problematic, but i love it)

50. looking 18 when I'm actually 25 / not aging like everyone else's aging (the only thing I can be thankful for in my genetics)

51.

(working on this list so I can convince myself life's actually worth living [i'm not a dramatic little shit, just a tad bit {a lot, fuckerly and fucked} existential]).

[jet-engine]

Forgive me. I just need to rant.

So, I was off the other night, and when I came into work last night, the manager on duty came up to me like, "Hey, did you bake last night?" I said no, and she was like, "Yeah, I didn't think so."

Turns out the person who did bake - we'll call her Jane - did a crap job. Like, a real crap job. I come in at closing, so I didn't get to see all of the breads and pastries, but what I did see was just...no. The bagels looked pretty good, though. :P

The manager (she vents to me because we get along well and she knows I'll listen) brought over her phone and said, "Here, this is what I woke up to." I just laughed in disbelief. She only showed me two pictures, so I'm guessing those were the worst. The cinnamon rolls were about half the size they should have been. We proof those in the pans we bake and display them in, so I know they were too small. The pecan braids had a heavy sheet of icing, to the point where you couldn't see the pastry underneath. I don't even know how Jane managed that; it was that bad, at least in the picture. The manager got to show me the bread bowls in person, but they were so flat you couldn't even call them bowls.

Everyone kind of figured it wasn't me because I actually know what I'm doing. Also, we write down what we ate and other notes in a notebook each night, and the note for that night wasn't in my handwriting.

But, I felt really bad for the day crew. Not only did they receive a bunch of complaints about the baked goods, but the freaking district manager just happened to pick that day to pay a visit. Yikes.

And, that's not getting into the problems on my end. See, part of our baker duties is pulling certain things out of the freezer to thaw overnight. Well, Jane must not have gotten the memo. It's not that she didn't pull anything. She just pulled the wrong amount of some things and also didn't pull bear claws at all. Thankfully, bear claws and pastry rings (I was missing one of those) don't take that long to thaw, so I was able to cut and shape them, but they just don't turn out the same way. I'm just glad that I was actually looking at the pan-up (the amount of things to be made) and could go grab some more of this and another of that and groan the whole damn time. I don't know if Jane was looking at the pan-up for the wrong day or what.

She also felt the need to prep another piping bag of icing, despite the clearly labeled container in a very obvious spot, and put it in a large container all by itself. Also, it's normal to pull out a pack of brownies to thaw when the open pack is running low. It is not normal to have two full packs in the cooler at one time.

I don't know, man. I don't know.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Love Again | PJM (Drabble #1)

Drabble Summary: Taehyung begs for you, Jimin and him to share a triple kiss on New Year’s. You both know how ridiculous Taehyung is…but maybe you’ll humor him.

Pairing: Love Again!Jimin x Love Again!Female reader

Genre: lots of fluff 🫶, smut and tiny, underlying angst

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, use of pot brownies (unknowingly), party party yeah, some secrets :( (iykyk) lots of kissing, flirting, relationship cuteness, love confessions, groping, vaginal fingering, oral (fem rec) shower sex (unprotected) multiple orgasms and yes, a new years triple kiss lmao

 A/N:  A little something for the Love Again series. This is a drabble request that I thought would be fun! 🫦Sorry it’s late but happy new year everyone! This drabble is set in the past when they were still in University! I know this is a bit longer for a drabble so forgive me. It’s pretty fluffy but since we know how things turn out for them…also kind of sad hehe. I’d love to chat with you guys so let me know what you think :]

© taestefully-in-luv

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“Not this again, Taehyung.” You dismiss the pouting man who sits across from you at the little table in yours and Jimin’s kitchen. “You’re getting the same answer as last year.”

“Oh really? You know what the tells me?” Taehyung  starts shaking a finger at you, “That you haven’t changed at all. Like, wow. Last year you is also this years you? No change? No growth? Think about—”

“—We aren’t kissing you, dude.” Jimin says monotonously as he flips the page of a script he’s trying to memorize. 

“At least think about—”

“—No.” Jimin hums, eyes scanning the page. “Right, babe?”

“Right.” You nod. “No kissing on New Year’s.”

“Well, we’re kissing.” Jimin finally looks up from the script, eyes finding yours and then his lips curve into a sly smile. “We could even kiss right now.”

“Should we?” You lean into your boyfriend, “I wouldn’t mi—”

“—You guys make me feel like I’m not even a part of this throuple sometimes.” Taehyung whines loudly, body leaning back in his chair. “Let’s just triple kiss already.”

You finally lean away from Jimin and look at Taehyung again, “We aren’t a throuple.” You deadpan. “And stop saying it so loud! What if we were in public!”

“Oh, wow…suddenly you guys are ashamed of me?” Taehyung brings his hand over his heart, “No one’s going to love you both the way I do.” Then he frowns, “Actually you guys are really lovable so…”

“Anyway,” You pull your phone out to get a look at the time, “What time did you have to be at the theatre again, Jimin?”

“At four. But I think I’m going to go a little earlier to talk to Mr. Smith about the script.” Jimin answers, eyes focused on the papers in hand again. “Are you going with me?”

“No, I need to go shopping for something cute for the New Years party.” You nudge your boyfriend’s shoulder and smirk at him, “You know, the party where you and I can make out at midnight.”

Jimin chuckles before closing the script and setting it onto the table, “Hmm,” His arm goes around your shoulder and brings you closer to him. “We should start kissing during the countdown so when it turns midnight it’s like we’re connected at the end of one year and the beginning of another.”

“That’s a great idea.” Taehyung cuts in, “We as in the three of—”

“—Taehyung.” You start giggling. “You said you wanted to go shopping with me, right? Let’s leave now, I want to go to a few places.”

Taehyung slumps his shoulders and juts his lip out, “Fine.”

“You’re leaving now?” Jimin asks you. “Mind picking up pizza and bringing it back? We can eat together when I’m home too.”

“Sure.” You smile before leaning in and pecking his lips. “I��ll see you tonight.”

~

After three stores, you finally find some better options at the fourth one. It’s not like you don’t think other choices weren’t cute…you just weren’t feeling them. But Taehyung urged you to come to another store that’s known for being quite pricey but you honestly haven’t spoiled yourself in a while so why not?

“What about this?” Taehyung shows you a short, little red dress but you aren’t a fan of the sleeves so you shake your head and he groans. “Really? It’s nice, isn’t it?” He eyes it again before shrugging and placing it back on the rack.

You slide your fingers over a handful of different dresses on another rack, “I kind of want something—oh.” You pause, grabbing the hanger of something that finally catches your eye. “Now this is something I would wear.” You bring the dress away from you, excitement bubbling. “I’ll try it on!” You exclaim, spinning in the direction of the fitting rooms. 

“Okay, I’ll get into my photographer persona.” Taehyung smirks, “Jimin is going to go crazy.”

You get into the changing room, discarding your jeans and fluffy, turtle neck sweater. The spaghetti strap dress is a gorgeous shade of viridian, fluid and silky. It falls over your body in one smooth motion, not too tight but not too loose. It goes below your knees but one leg is revealed up to your upper thigh thanks to the flirty slit. Oh yes, this dress is perfect.

You do a few turns, checking out your figure and feel pretty good about it. But of course, you’d value another opinion. You pull the dressing room curtain to the side and strut out cutely while Taehyung gasps loudly making you laugh.

“That’s good, right?” You do a little spin, “What do we think?”

“I think I was right.” Taehyung nods, “Jimin is going to go crazy. And probably everyone else at Jungkook’s party.” He chuckles before motioning towards you with a hand. “Now pose!” 

You do a few poses and Taehyung captures some pictures on his phone. “Okay, I’ll send them to you.” He tells you, eyes on his screen for a few moments. “Or should I send them to Jimin?”

“No…I think this is the one so…” You nibble on your bottom lip before breaking into a small smile. “I’ll surprise him instead.”

Taehyung lifts his eyes to you, “Ohoho.” He starts wiggling his brows, “You trying to get him to pop the question already? This dress might be able to do that.”

“No!” You giggle, palms gliding over the silk. “Not for a while longer!”

“Uh huh.” Taehyung puts his phone back into his pocket. “I sent you the pics.”

“Nice.” You turn from him to head back into the dressing room. “I’ll get changed.”

“Hey y/n.” Taehyung suddenly blurts, you stop and take a look behind you.

“Yeah?”

Taehyung looks more serious suddenly, making a crease form between your brows in question. He looks down for a moment, his mouth opening to speak but he clearly hesitates.

“What’s up?” You question him again.

“Um,” Taehyung rocks back on his heels, thoughts running loose in his brain before he finds the right words and he locks eyes with you again. “If Jimin proposed…would you say yes?” 

You push your head back in surprise at his question, a smile appearing suddenly. “What? If Jimin…Taehyung, Jimin and I agreed we wouldn’t take that step until way after graduation.”

“I know.” Taehyung speaks quickly, “But if he did…would you?”

You blink at your friend, cracking another smile. “Well, I wouldn’t not, I guess. But we’re wait—”

“—You’d never break up with Jimin, right?” He cuts in, expectant eyes on you. “Like, obviously he’d never cheat on you but any other reason…you wouldn’t, right?”

You innocently tilt your head, “Why would I ever break up with him? No!” Now you laugh, “I’d follow that man to the ends of the Earth!” 

Taehyung immediately grins, huge and boxy. “Exactly! Because you’re soulmates!” 

You continue to giggle, “Of course.” And then you walk back inside the room, curtain sliding to close again. 

Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, wide smile still on his lips. “I really hope that’s true.” He whispers to himself before sighing out and lowering his arms. “Now hurry up so we can go already!”

~~~

You still have a few hours before the party tonight, you and Jimin just relaxing on your sofa with a movie pulled up but neither of you are paying too much attention to it.

“I just really think I deserved better than a C.” You whine to Jimin, head in his lap as he caresses your waist. “I know my final assignment was late but barely.” 

“Only one semester left, baby.” Jimin reminds you, “You won’t even think about that class or that professor ever again after this is all done.”

You lift yourself from Jimin’s lap as you scoff, even though you know he’s right. “I still want to write her a 7 out of 10 review.”

Jimin looks at you, clearly amused. “7 is pretty high, you know that, right?”

You narrow your eyes, “But it could have been a 10 out of 10.”

“You just don’t have it in you to write an actual bad review.” He teases, “My sweet girl.”

You playfully roll your eyes but you feel your cheeks grow warm. You’ve been dating for a few years but words like that still make your heart skip around. You’re his. 

“Taehyung asked me about our future plans.” You decide to bring up yesterday’s shopping trip. “And when we want to, you know…” You cutely show him your hand and point to your ring finger. 

Jimin’s lips curve so invitingly, his hands sneaking their way to your hips. “Oh?” He pulls you closer to him, urging you to climb in his lap. “Should we forget our plan and do it now, baby?”

You laugh, heat trailing up your spine. You softly throw a leg over his and get comfortable in his lap while his hands rub up and down your sides. “Depends. How badly do you want to be with me forever?”

Jimin stares into your eyes and you see something peculiar swirl in his but you see how he mentally shakes it off and smiles for you. “Pretty badly.” He says quietly. 

You don’t mean to furrow your brows but like always, Jimin sees gears turning in your head and his hands creep up to your jaw. “It’s nothing. I just really love you.”

“Okay…” You take his word for it despite seeing something sad flash across his face. “I really love you too.”

“And I’m more than happy with sticking with our plan. Live the post grad slash adult life for a while before we get engaged and married.” Jimin’s thumbs brush against both of your cheeks. “But I can’t wait for it. I can never think of my future without seeing you there next to me.”

The little bit of nerves from his earlier oddness quickly dissipates as he said that. You try to suppress a smile but you’re unsuccessful. Lips spreading before you lean down and kiss him in a hurry. Jimin’s hands slide to the back of your neck, deepening your sudden kiss.

You barely pull away, lips still ghosting his when you say, “Good. You’re my best friend, Jimin. I can’t imagine not seeing you or talking to you every second of every day.”

He softly chuckles against your mouth, “I hope that would never happen.”

“Never.” You grin before pushing against him again, lips connecting more slowly. 

Jimin’s hands slide down your back before he’s softly grabbing a handful of your ass, making you drop harder onto his crotch. You break the kiss with another smile, “I have to start getting ready soon, baby.”

“We could just skip the whole party.” Jimin licks the corner of his lips as he gazes at you, “Wouldn’t it be nice to just lay in bed—”

“—Taehyung would murder us.”

“Speaking of Taehyung I think he texted the group a little while ago but I didn’t check it. Have you?” Jimin’s hands massage your hips now. 

You snort, “Yeah. He said something about kissing at midnight again. You know, the three of us.”

Jimin laughs too, “He’s fucking ridiculous. You think he’ll ever give up?”

“Taehyung? Yeah right.”

“Somehow it’d be weird if he finally did, huh?” Jimin bites down onto his bottom lip as he conceals a heartwarming smile. “He’s truly something.”

“I might actually get offended.” You play along, “But we know him too well, don’t we?”

“Definitely.” Jimin says, eyebrows rising when he remembers something. “By the way, my parents will be in town sometime next week and want to get dinner with us.”

“They want the ramen place, don’t they?”

“They always want it.” He chuckles, “Although, I don’t know what day they’ll come.”

“Okay.” You hum, fingers splayed against Jimin’s chest. He’s warm. And his heart beating is so soothing to feel under your fingertips.

“Oh yeah, whose party is it by the way?” Jimin asks you, “Do we know them?”

“Uh,” You try to remember Taehyung’s friends name. “I think it’s Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?” Jimin thinks about it before his face falls. “Wait, the guy who flirted with you last time?”

You purse your lips and lightly swat Jimin’s chest, “Who was flirting with me?”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re oblivious, my love.”

“I’m not oblivious. But I am kind of gross. I still have to take a shower and get ready.”

“Oh, should I join you?” Jimin’s hips barely buck into you without him meaning to. “Could wash you up.”

“Oh really?” You smirk, returning his desire with the grind of your hips. “You promise you won’t try to fuck me in there?”

“What happens if I do?”

“Then I guess you do.” 

You and Jimin giggle, kissing messily as you both stumble into the bathroom and get the hot water running in the shower. Clothes come off piece by piece and needy tension fills the small bathroom, filling in every empty gap with lust. Jimin’s tongue slips between your lips as you reach for his hardening cock and he moans breathlessly into your mouth.

“Has to…” You slightly pull away from your boyfriend, front teeth digging into your bottom lip when Jimin’s fingers spread your folds, gently rubbing against your clit, setting your nerves on fire. “Has to be quick,” You close your eyes, Jimin’s mouth hot on your neck now, teeth scraping against your skin. “Jimin…”

“We will be.” He states, tongue licking right below your ear. “Got to wait for the water to get warmer…”

You try to quickly shove your free hand under the running water but fail when your entire arm drops as two of Jimin’s fingers push into your core, body going tense at the sudden act.

“Fuck.” You release a shaky breath, “Water…mm, probably warm.”

Jimin leans away from you, his two fingers massaging your walls with no interruption as he stares at you with dark, hypnotizing eyes. He’s smooth with it, his other hand testing the water as he continues to finger you and watch you with a desperate but controlled want. “Come like this first.” He tells you, eyes still boring into yours and his hand is still getting poured on from the shower. 

“I don’t know if this—”

“—Not enough for you?” His eyes slowly trail across your naked body until he’s trapped in a trance. He watches how his fingers fuck into you. “Don’t tell me you’re really that…” He begins to curl his fingers making your mouth fall open, eyes looking heavier. “You’re sure this won’t be enough…because fucking look at you.” He whispers, almost satisfied.

Your hands go to Jimin’s shoulders, trying to keep yourself upright but he’s right. He’s hitting a spot that’s making you want to fall apart. You think you could but suddenly Jimin drops to his knees, his arm hooking under your knee to get you to throw your leg over his shoulder.

“Jimin…” You moan his name, eyes shutting completely when his lips attach themselves to your aching clit, his tongue pressing against it firmly before he’s swirling it around in messy strides. Now this is exactly what you needed.

Your fingers go to his hair, pulling at the dark strands, making him groan into your wet heat. Losing your balance, your back meets the bathroom wall next to the shower, your wonton whines echoing. His fingers continue to fuck you while he focuses on eating you out exactly the way you love. A fiery warmth is building between your legs, your hips rutting against Jimin’s face as you prepare for your orgasm. You pull his hair harder, a long, drawn out moan spills as you chase your high.

“Fuck, Jimin, I’m…” You breathe erratically, unable to speak when you’re finally falling into a warm and powerful end. It’s gone and crashed into you with a barely there warning. Legs going weak and grip on Jimin’s hair loosening, he finally pulls away from you, rising up while he licks his lips in satisfaction. 

“The water is probably warm now.” He says, hands going to your waist as he peels you off the wall and kisses your parted lips. You’re still trying to breathe evenly again. “Should we wash up?”

“You’re so…” You laugh, feeling lightheaded. 

“So…amazing?” He teases you, “Come on.”

You lean into him, kissing him again before you glance down and notice how very hard he is. You pull him into the shower with you, your body soaking up all the warm water, streams of it sliding down your naked bodies. 

“I’m excited to see what you’re wearing tonight.” Jimin grabs the shampoo bottle, “Taehyung told me I’m going to go crazy for you.”

“But aren’t you always crazy for me?” You take the bottle from him, “I’ll wash your hair first.”

“Thanks babe.” His wet fingers stroke your equally wet cheek. 

“I think you’ll like the dress, by the way.” You squeeze some shampoo into your palm before massaging it into Jimin’s scalp. “It’s viridian.” 

“It’s…what?”

“Like greenish, bluesish? But more green.” You explain to him with a laugh, “I love the color.”

“Oh.” He chuckles, eyes closing as you continue to wash his hair. “Sounds pretty.”

You and Jimin continue to get washed up in the shower as you both chat about random things when you finally reach for his length, fingers wrapping around it tightly making him groan.

“How are you still so hard?” You question him with slow words, “So hard.”

Jimin steps closer to you, hands on your hips. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re here…naked and now got your pretty fingers wrapped around my dick.”

“Oh real—”

You stop talking when Jimin uses his hands on your hips to quickly turn you, facing away from him, a small gasp leaving your mouth when he pushes his crotch onto your ass. “I’ve waiting long enough, right?” His mouth is at your ear. “I can fuck you now?”

You have no reason to conceal the growing smile on your face, clearly satisfied as you push your ass into him more.

“I guess I got my answer.” Jimin is flush against you, your feet moving forward when your cheek meets the cold shower wall. Jimin’s hand travels down to his needy length, fingers wrapping around it as he slaps his cock against your ass before he’s sliding it between your cheeks. “Love you baby.” He says, cockhead finally lowered enough to slip between your folds and circle around your hole. 

“Mm,” You close your eyes when he begins pushing inside you, his hands moving your hips backwards. 

Once he’s fully entered, he keeps himself buried for a few moments, his heavy breaths heating up the shell of your ear. “You good?”

“Yeah.” You wiggle your hips, hinting you need more now.

Jimin stands upright, fingers digging into your hips when he starts pulling out, a guttural moan caught in his throat as he rocks back into you. He can’t believe how lucky he is. To have you, your soul, your body, all his and he feels content knowing this is for him forever. He can’t imagine feeling this complete or connected to anyone else.

“Baby…” You softly cry out, his pelvis slapping against your ass, his speed picking up but his thrusts remain deep and precise. 

Jimin holds on to you tightly, his face tilted towards the running water, cock slipping in and out of you with ease, the wetness between your legs so distinctly different from the shower water. You’re so full of him, wondering how he is able to make you feel this fucking elated. 

Jimin can feel the tightness in his balls as they slap against your body, his abs flexing with each movement but he isn’t sure how much longer he can take this. 

“Fuck, y/n.” He curses, his hands urging you to fall back on his chest while he continues to fuck you and suddenly his fingers are rubbing your clit messily. “Come again.” He begs you, fingers desperate as he triggers every nerve. 

Your moans are louder now that it’s his cock fucking you. You squeeze around him making him slam his eyes shut, trying so hard to fuck you without coming already but he’s losing this battle. “Baby I’m going to come.” He warns, his thrusts faster. “Think your pretty pussy can come for me again?”

His words send that last little nudge you needed to feel the magic rise throughout your body, you’re unable to respond but Jimin knows it worked when you clench around him uncontrollably. Broken whimpers leaving your mouth in pure pleasure as you come all around his cock. 

“Jimin, yes, fuck…” You breathe out roughly, feeling lightheaded again, especially as you suffocate in the hot water. 

Jimin groans loudly, his cock leaving your sated cunt before he’s jacking himself off and spilling his cum all over your ass. He watches as the water washes it away, erratic breaths and a pleased smile growing on his lips. 

“We’re probably going to be late.” You lazily turn to face Jimin, “And we probably wasted a lot of water.”

“Two things that are probably true.” Jimin pulls you into his chest, fingers caressing the space between your shoulder blades. “But did you enjoy it?”

“Why would I say no to that?” You joke, a lost, dreamy look in your eyes as you pull back and look at him. “I’m so in love with you that I’m willing to be late and waste water.” 

Jimin chuckles, “Should probably wash up again, huh?”

~

Jimin’s eyes keep going back and forth between you and the road ahead. Taehyung wasn’t kidding, this dress is making him go crazy. The silky material wrapped around your body so fucking sexily and the way one leg is so indecently exposed. You’re so beautiful and it took everything in him not to fuck you again once you were all ready to go.

“I can practically hear your thoughts babe.” You tell him nonchalantly as you gaze out the window, “They’re pretty loud. And inappropriate.”

“So you know what you do to me then?” Jimin cracks a sly smile, “And you still wore this? You’re going to make me look at you all night while you look this fucking gorgeous, huh?”

“Just don’t look at me.” You tease, head finally turning in his direction. 

“That’s impossible. My eyes will always find you.”

“Self-control baby.”

“I don’t want to think about self-control when you’re looking this stunning, my love.”

“Well, what about you?” You eye him over while gesturing towards him. “You look hot as fuck tonight too.”

“Oh yeah?” Jimin glances at you while he shows you a mock serious face. “I can pull over right now so we can fuck.”

You can’t help but laugh, eyes crinkling and Jimin joins you. “Hurry up and drive.”

You and Jimin finally make it to Jungkook’s apartment complex. Neither of you have been here before but you’ve met Taehyung’s friends before on a few occasions but Jungkook is probably the most known for you both. Although, you aren’t close. 

You guys search for his apartment number but it gets obvious which apartment it is thanks to the loud music spilling from the cracks of the front door. 

“Taehyung says we can just walk in.” You mumble, feeling unsure since that feels a bit intrusive. 

“Should we?” Jimin asks, “Let’s just knock first.”

But you’re both realizing why Taehyung said it. No one is hearing any measly knocks when the music is as loud as it is. With a soft whine, you decide to open the door anyway.

And wow, the party is in full motion.

This is exactly what you expect a full blown college New Year’s party to look like. Tons of people, tons of alcohol, tons of dancing. 

“Let’s try to find Taehyung.” Jimin says in your ear as he reaches for you hand. “He’s probably wherever shots are taking place.”

You guys know him best because when you enter the kitchen, you’re met with the sight of Taehyung already drunk, throwing back a shot with a few girls and his face completely lights up when he spots you and Jimin.

“My soulmates are here!” He excitedly yells out, tripping over his own feet when he makes his way to you both. “Finally!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Jimin laughs, letting Taehyung give him a tight hug. Jimin returns it just as tight.

“I missed you guys.” Taehyung slurs, pulling away from Jimin before he’s scooping you up next. 

“You saw us yesterday.” You tease your friend, the smell of alcohol basically leaking from his skin but his cologne creates something more pleasant. “I see you’re already going hard.”

“When am I not hard? But yeah, I am extra hard right now.” Taehyung says with a straight face but you and Jimin both try so hard not to laugh, unable to keep a straight face. “Anyway, since you’re here it’s time to get fucked up.”

“Not fucked up.” Jimin sighs out, “I drove here.”

“Just sleep here or get a ride home.” Taehyung slurs with a shrug. “We are celebrating tonight you beautiful losers.”

“Taehyung’s right.” You nudge Jimin’s shoulder, “Let’s not think about it, just have fun.”

Jimin chews his lips but ends up grinning, “Okay.”

~

It’s 10pm now and Taehyung has managed to get you and Jimin swallowing multiple shots now. You cringe at the cheap liquor burning your throat each time but after some time, you notice the burn less and less thanks to your tipsy, tipsy state. 

You are wondering how Taehyung is still standing at this point, but his tolerance for alcohol is truly something. Although, he is very drunk.

“And I told him, wait, what did…oh yeah, I said—Oh! Jungkook!” Taehyung stops telling a story that made zero sense when he spots the host of the party. “Come!” He excitedly waves him over.

Jungkook gives a nod in greeting before he starts walking over, his eyes on you and Jimin when he openlychecks you out. Not that you noticed. But Jimin sure did.

“Wow,” Jungkook grins. “You look great.” He says. Only to you. Then he smirks at Jimin, “You too, bud.” 

“Thanks.” Jimin deadpans. 

Jimin is never outwardly jealous but this Jungkook guy really likes pushing his buttons like this lately. You guys barely even know the dude. What is he? Some kind of girlfriend stealer?

“Thanks for inviting us!” You tell him, “Your place is super nice. You’re in college, aren’t you supposed to be broke and suffering like the rest of us?”

“My parents are loaded.” Jungkook shows a toothy grin.

“Wow.” You nod, completely impressed. “Must be nice.”

“Eh, I guess.” He shrugs, “If nice is being totally controlled and afraid of them then yeah, sure.” He continues to smile while your face shifts into something more awkward.

“Oh.” You blink at him.

“No big deal, will probably need therapy later. But right now?” He nods in satisfaction as he eyes his apartment. “Well, right now, I’m living my best fucking life.”

You slowly nod too before leaning into Taehyung, “This kind of got dark.”

Taehyung cackles loudly, “Jungkook is hilarious, right?”

“That’s a word for it.” Jimin says.

“Anyway, have you guys eaten?” Jungkook asks, smile still on his lips. “There’s lots of snacks! Oh, actually…” Jungkook holds up a finger before disappearing for a moment when he returns with a couple of brownies. “You guys have to try these. They’re too die for.”

“Brownies!” You slur, excitement lighting up your eyes. Your eager hands reach for two pieces, handing one to Jimin who just frowns. 

“I shouldn’t.” He looks legit sad. “I have to show my abs in one scene and I want them to—”

“Babe.” You cut him off, voice muffled because you’re already taking several way too big bites of the treat. “One brownie isn’t going to make you lose your abs. Just eat it.”

“She’s right!” Taehyung cheers alongside you when Jimin finally starts eating the brownie as well.

“So yummy, right?” You even lick your fingers after finishing it. “I want another one.”

“Eh, one is probably enough.” Jungkook tells you, “I should probably go mingle with some other guests. See you guys around.” He winks before walking off.

“That guy flirts with you.” Jimin leans into your body, his own drunkenness evident. “I don’t like it.”

“He doesn’t!” You say, completely distracted when you hear music and singing in the living room. “I think they’re doing karaoke!” 

Jimin’s interest gets piqued. “Karaoke?”

“Don’t forget to kiss me at midnight guys.” Taehyung giggles to himself, watching as you both begin to disappear from his view.

He decides to head to the bathroom, his bladder complaining about all the liquid he’s consumed tonight when he runs into Jungkook again. 

“Yooooo.” Jungkook pats Taehyung on the back, “Did you see Jimin’s face when I checked y/n out?” He begins snickering, “Ah, he was so pissed.”

Taehyung laughs too, raising a hand for Jungkook to high five it with his own. “This plan will totally work.”

“He still hasn’t told her, huh?” Jungkook asks Taehyung, “About his audition?”

“Nope.” Taehyung looks sad now, “Not at all.”

“Maybe it won’t go anywhere though!”

“Jimin’s the fucking best. He’s going to get accepted, dude.” Taehyung slumps his shoulders, “I just hope it doesn’t tear them apart or anything. They’re soulmates.”

“I thought you said you were also their soulmate?” Jungkook jokes even though Taehyung takes that seriously.

“I am.” He says firmly and cutely. “That’s why I know they’re destined for one another. Fate and all of that.”

“You’re so weird about the three of you.” Jungkook shakes his head with a chuckle. 

Taehyung suddenly remembers his dream from last night, “Want to know something fucking wild?” Taehyung slurs with a smirk.

“What?”

“Last night,” He begins recalling his dream. “We had a fucking threesome. It was so fucking hot! I mean, damn…” Taehyung begins describing his dream in overwhelming detail. Jungkook’s eyes going wide every five seconds when Taehyung reveals something new. “Hot, right?” He grins at his friend.

“Wow.” Jungkook looks shocked but he nods, clearly impressed. “I didn’t know you guys were actually like that.”

Jungkook has no idea Taehyung only described a dream.

“It was a good time.” Taehyung looks up dramatically, hand over his heart like he’s thanking the gods for such a great dream.

“Wild.”

~

You and Jimin are singing along to karaoke with a few people you’ve never met before but with all the alcohol in your system, you’re feeling brave and free and good.

After 40ish minutes singing song after song, you guys see Jungkook joining in and he’s coming towards you both.

“I see the brownies are taking effect.” He grins. “Well, especially for you, y/n. Your eyes are…” He gestures towards you, teasing smile on his face.

You frown, confused by what he means when Jimin asks for you.

“Take effect?” He questions Jungkook, facing falling serious.

“Yeah?” Jungkook tilts his head innocently. “You don’t feel it yet?”

“Feel what?” Jimin blinks lazily.

“They’re…” Jungkook pauses, biting his lip for a moment. “I told you guys they were pot brownies, right?”

“They’re what now?” You stick a finger in your ear and pretend like you’re cleaning it. “I don’t think I heard that right.”

“Brownies…that have…they’re edibles?” Jungkook smiles nervously. “Didn’t I say that?”

“I don’t think those words ever came out of your mouth.” Jimin suddenly looks panicked. “I’m going to get high?!” He asks in a whisper shout. “I’ve never been high before,” He looks at you now, “Babe, what if I freak out?”

“Woah, woah.” Jungkook puts a hand to Jimin’s shoulder, “You’ll only freak out if you think you’ll freak out. It’s supposed to feel good so just tell yourself that.”

“That’s your advice?” Jimin looks at Jungkook incredulously, “To brainwash myself?”

“Yes.” Jungkook answers with a straight face. “You’ll love it, dude.”

“I think I love it.” You mumble, realizing you do feel a bit different than just drunk. Your entire body feels insanely good and things look a little like a dream world. “I think mine has already started taking effect?” You ask Jungkook.

“For sure.” He chuckles, “Your eyes are totally giving you away.”

“How do I know if mine has hit?” Jimin still feels panicked.

“You’ll just know.” Jungkook smiles awkwardly now, “Sorry that you guys didn’t know…my bad.”

“This is about to fucking suck.” Jimin groans, his hand looking for yours for comfort.

~

“This is fucking incredible, y/n.” Jimin sighs heavenly, his body completely melting into Jungkook’s sofa. “Why have we never done this before?”

“Is it just me or is this song so good?” You have your eyes closed, feeling the music like you’ve never felt music before.

“This feels like I’m actually hearing music for like the first time.” Jimin nods, his fingers caressing your exposed thigh. “And holy shit, your skin is so soft, baby.”

“Yeah, your touch is actually making me go a little insane.” You admit, “Imagine have sex like this?!” You decide to cuddle up to Jimin, your lips finding his neck as you start kissing it.

“Baby, we’re in public.” Jimin does little to stop you.

“But it feels so good.” You whine in his ear. The sound going straight to his cock. “Doesn’t it?”

“God, yeah.” Jimin opens his eyes to look at you, his fingers still trailing across your thigh, a path of fire lighting up your skin.

“Oh my god.” You suddenly pull away from Jimin, “I really want to watch Rush Hour 2.”

“That’s…” Jimin can’t help but laugh. “So random. But I also really want to watch it now.”

“We should watch it. What if we watched it?”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“But we aren’t home.”

“Let’s go home.” You respond quickly. 

“But it’s not even midnight yet…” Jimin giggles, leaning into to peck your lips. “Shouldn’t we wait?”

“Oh shit.” You blurt, “I forgot why we’re here. What time is it?”

Jimin’s eyes expand as he quickly pulls out his phone, hoping you guys didn’t miss midnight. But he relaxes when he realizes it would probably be obvious. He glances down at the time. “Oh shit, there’s only like 12 minutes until midnight.”

“Oh my god, only 12 more minutes and we can go home and watch Pans Labyrinth.”

“I thought you wanted to watch Shrek?” 

“I don’t know. Whichever one Jackie Chan is in.” 

“Wait, Rush Hour 2!” Jimin yells in excitement and you match his enthusiasm when you yell as well.

“Oh my god, I love that movie! We should watch it!”

“Should we tell Taehyung to come watch it with us?” Jimin asks, “He loves it too.”

“Duh.” You sing out, alcohol still buzzing through your veins and this brownie in full effect. “Oh my god,” You suddenly pout. “I just remembered Taehyung.”

“Me too.” Jimin nods. “He’s probably drunk off his ass, trying to make some girl fall in love with him.”

“He only deserves the best.”

“Definitely.” Jimin agrees quickly, “He’s the best there is.”

“Hey,” You say the word slowly, an idea suddenly coming to mind. “What if…”

“What if…what?” Jimin’s eyes gaze into your with his innocence. 

“I mean…” You think for another second, “What if we just give the dude what he wants one time?”

Jimin only offers a blank stare, not totally understanding.

“We could just make his whole life complete.” You shrug, “Triple kiss.” You finally clarify.

Jimin’s expression doesn’t change. 

“You know,” You start a demonstration, your lips puckering as you make a ridiculous smooching sound.

“We are going to…kiss Taehyung?” Jimin asks, still kind of clueless. “On the lips?” “Barely, you really think three people can lock lips completely successfully?” You start giggling, “It’s not a big deal, right?”

“Well,” Jimin looks up thinking about it. “Not really? He’s going to mention it every chance he gets though, you know that right? He would probably even bring it up at our wedding.”

“Classic Taehyung.” You laugh, body still tingling on your drunken high. “So?”

“Okay.” Jimin grins, “Sober me will probably think we’re ridiculous.”

“We are ridiculous.” 

“Then let’s go find him.” Jimin tries to stand but his body is feeling heavy. “After I learn how to stand on my own two feet again.”

You try to lift from the couch as well but you’re facing the same issue. “Okay, me too.”

Many minutes pass, you and Jimin tangled up on the couch as you giggle. Jimin checks his phone again and he snaps his eyes to you. “Shit. Two minutes.”

“Oh shit,” You repeat. “Taehyung.”

You guys finally successfully rise from the couch, feet walking everywhere as you search for Taehyung and you finally find  him out on the balcony with some girl.

“Taehyung!” You draw out his name cutely. He turns to see you and Jimin and he very drunkenly grins at you both.

“My bestest friends in the whole world.” He slurs out. “This is,” He glances at the smiling girl but with a dopey smile his eyes meet yours again. “I don’t remember her name.”

The girl’s smile drops before she’s muttering something and walking back inside. Taehyung doesn’t even really notice.

“Taehyung, we have like 30 seconds until it’s midnight.” Jimin tells his best friend, “And I think we’re about to make you the happiest man alive.”

“Man alive?” Taehyung drunkenly repeats the words before he’s looking up at the night sky, “I am a man.” He says firmly. “A manly man.”

You furrow your brows, “Yeah, totally. Well-“

“—I think my goal in life is to,” He clasps his hands together, eyes still on the sky as he sighs out dramatically. “To be the manliest man. Yes, the man who man’s so hard. The manliest man who has ever…manned before.” 

“What the fuck are you…look, do you want to triple kiss or not?” Jimin gets straight to the point and when his words reach Taehyung’s ears, he has never spun in his spot so fast to look at you both.

“Did you just say the words that would make me die and go to heaven?”

“You have like,” Jimin stops talking, gesturing towards the door when you can all hear everyone inside chanting numbers starting with 10 as they countdown. “Like, 10 seconds.”

“Holy fuck, okay, okay.” Taehyung slurs, “Dreams do come true!”

You giggle loudly, warmth spreading all over your body. “Come on,”

“Wait, wait.” Taehyung starts to panic when everyone is yelling out the number 5. “Record it! Record it! Monumental moment.”

“I’m not—Fine, fuck it.” You say, quickly getting out your phone and sliding over to the camera and pressing record.

Three. Two. One.

You position the camera away from you, trying your hardest not to laugh when the three of you clumsily collide. More pairs of lips than your used to. 

You each pull away, laughter erupting from you and Jimin and Taehyung throws a fist in the air, pumping it excitedly. “Fuck yeah!” He screams at the top of his lungs. 

You and Jimin shake your heads, still laughing at the entire thing before Jimin’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to him. “Happy New Year babe.” 

“Happy New Year.” You say, kissing Jimin deeply while Taehyung continues to dance around. 

~~~

It’s noon when you and Jimin wake up from your crazy night, limbs tangled in bed while he gives you lazy kisses, telling you how much he loves you. You two got a ride home around 2am and slept like babies.

“Mm,” Jimin nuzzles his face into your neck, “Another new year with you.”

“We’re going to be saying that the rest of our lives.” You close your eyes when he starts kissing your neck, his lips are so plump and soft. 

“Of course.” He mumbles against your skin, “As if I’d ever fall in love with anyone else.”

You laugh while a yawn threatens to leave you, “I really got to use the bathroom.” You tell Jimin, trying to pry him off of you but he just holds you tighter. “Jimin!” You whine and he chuckles, finally letting you go.

He watches as you roll out of bed and head into your shared bathroom. He leans into his pillow, smile on his face as he stares up at the ceiling when suddenly his phone starts vibrating on the nightstand next to him. He’s wondering who is calling.

Jimin grabs the phone and feels his stomach flip flop, his thumb hesitant to slide the answer button. Why are they calling? This soon? He glances at the bathroom, wondering how long you’ll be in there. He quickly gets out of bed, phone in hand as he exits the bedroom.

He finally answers.

His mind is whirling.

He’s trying to process all the words he’s hearing on the other line.

Fly out. Audition. New York.

He feels a huge rush of adrenaline coarse through his body but he also feels something anxious build inside him as well.

After the phone call ends, he takes a seat on the sofa. Eyes not focusing on anything when you finally walk into the living room.

“There you are!” You chirp, “Should I make us some coffee?”

Jimin knocks out of his daze, forcing a smile. “Sure, baby.”

You begin walking over to the kitchen when there’s knocking on your front door. You lift a brow towards the door, wondering who would be here right now. Peeking through the peephole you see an obviously hungover Taehyung.

“Well, well, well.” You swing the door open, letting in your friend. “Look who’s awake.”

“Don’t remind me.” Taehyung grumbles, “Couldn’t fall back asleep after throwing up three times.”

“Damn.” You shake your head, “That rough?”

“Probably worse.” He shudders, eyes going to Jimin. “Sup man.”

“So why are you here?” Jimin asks with a teasing tone. 

“It’s a holiday!” Taehyung tells you both, “Of course we should spend it together. Oh yeah, my sister will actually be in town today. Her and her boyfriend broke up.”

You frown, “Oh no, is she okay?”

Taehyung snorts. “You’ve met Dae. We should be asking if the boyfriend is okay.”

“That’s…yeah, that’s fair.” You laugh. 

“Anyway, going to take a pee pee.” Taehyung alerts you both.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” Jimin complains, “Just say you got to pee.”

“Whatever.” Taehyung grumbles, feet taking him to the guest bathroom. “Oh yeah,” He stops, turning back to face you. “I can’t believe I didn’t make it to midnight last night.” He says, clearly disappointed. “I went too hard.”

You and Jimin share a look before you clear your throat, “What…what do you mean?”

“I fell asleep before the countdown!” He cries out, “How unlucky. I totally blacked out last night.”

“You…” You look at Jimin again, you two speaking with your eyes. A clear amusement getting shared between you both. “You don’t remember getting to midnight?”

“No?” Taehyung pouts.

“Damn, you were super fucked up.” You choke on your laughter, “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Stop stalling me, or I’ll pee pee my pants.”

“Word it like that again Taehyung and we’re kicking you out.” Jimin shakes his head but he’s laughing. Taehyung waves him off, finally getting inside the bathroom.

You rush to Jimin, both of you trying to be quiet.

“He doesn’t remember the kiss.” You try to contain your laughter, “He has no idea we made him the happiest dude alive.”

“He’s going to be so pissed when he finds out.”

“If he finds out.”

“Oh.” Jimin smirks, “You’re saying we don’t tell him?”

“He doesn’t have to know what he doesn’t remember.” You shrug, evil smirk on your face. “Ah, he has no idea how lucky he got.”

“What about that video?” Jimin questions you.

“We can show it to him on his wedding day and make him cry tears of joy.” You snicker, “Actually that wouldn’t be fair to his future wife.”

“No, it’s genius.” Jimin tells you quickly. “Let’s take this secret until his wedding.”

“It is genius.”

“This might be our best prank yet.”

“Is it really a prank though?”

“Eh, close enough.” Jimin chuckles, “He’s going to lose his mind one day.”

Taehyung finally comes out from the bathroom, taking a seat on the sofa next to Jimin. You join the boys as you three share stories from last night that are actually remembered.

Everything feels perfect. Because everything is perfect.

This is just the beginning of the best years of your life, you’re sure about it.

Taehyung falls asleep on the couch while you and Jimin cuddle with a movie on.

“Happy new year again.” Jimin kisses the side of your head. “I love you. You know I love you so much, right?”

“I do know. You never make me question it.” You smile, “I love you too.”

You are so grateful for another year with Jimin, enjoying this New Year’s with a different kind of appreciation.

Because at this moment, you have no idea it will be your last with him… for a very, very long time.

[benj-hyun]

“I like your name. It’s really pretty.” 

It’s a sincere compliment made with no intention behind it. His mother always taught him to share all the nice things if he can, and here it is in practice. “Pizza is a good way to end it. Really, any comfort foods. I’m here to get wings for myself, and I’m totally aiming to get some brownie points by bringing something home to my roommate.” 

Mainly aimed for forgiveness as Ben felt an obligation to snatch something up for Ricardo after he cleared the fridge of his leftovers. He saw the container labeled ‘Ric’ and decided it was free game.

( In Ben’s defense, there was no harm no foul involved when Ricardo’s temporary living situation is seemingly becoming more permanent. )

“Great, honestly. I woke up today, and now I’m meeting someone new. That counts for something, doesn’t it?”

@zchraa

Zehra nodded, appreciating Benjamin's easygoing attitude. "Yeah, exactly. Some days just have a way of getting away from you, and there's nothing you can do but ride it out." She smiled slightly, thinking about how often she’d had those days herself, where nothing went as planned but you just had to keep going.

"Nice to meet you, Benj," she said, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit. "I’m Zehra." She paused, glancing around while they waited for their orders. "Thanks for the chat. It’s been a long day, and sometimes it’s nice to just have a normal conversation, you know? Anyway, how have things been for you?"

@benj-hyun