#that's pretty safe and i think it's fun when people get birthday greetings from online friends

[violet-prism-creatively]

it's my birthday!

well, technically no- it's the day I was supposed to be born, and it's only a few days off from my actual birthday, so I like to give it to websites when I don't want them to know my real birthday.

in honor of my birthday, you should eat some cake, or do anything else that makes you happy! or recommend me fanfics you think I'd like!

[hydroponicjj]

pinky promise

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 3.1k (i’ve never written anything this long before lmao)

warnings: swearing

summary: your birthday takes place over quarantine and because you can’t have an actual birthday party, the pogues host a netflix party for you but an unexpected guest joins which ruins the mood. jj decides to cheer you up from a distance.

a/n: hello!! i know i’ve been a little m.i.a. but, i promise that i’m back. send me some outer banks requests and i’ll be happy to do them (no smut pls) also, if you’ve sent a request recently, i’m working on em :) gif credit goes to hvitstark!!!

y/n/n “your nickname”

                      「 ₊˚.༄ 」

When summer first began, you as well as the rest of the pogues were overwhelmed with excitement. You didn't have to do homework, get stressed with school, take exams. Nothing.

The plans weren't set in stone but all of you had a general idea of what you’d do from day to day. From surfing to eating at The Wreck, there was nothing that could stop you and your friends from having the best summer ever.

All of you had seen news articles, talking about a deadly virus entering the United States. It first appeared in Washington, then slowly started to spread around the vicinity. But no one in the Outer Banks of North Carolina was concerned.

So, the beginning of summer break started with absolutely no delay.

After the first couple of weeks of the virus spreading across the country, slowly but surely, you watched as people started to get worried. It got to the point were you mother was cautioning you before going to hang out with the rest of the pogues.

“I pinky promise that I’ll be safe!” You’d tease before going outside and hopping into John B’s Volkswagen.

When you hopped into the back of the van, you noticed the disappointed looks on everyone’s faces while Pope was rambling (like he usually does).

“I really think that we should start to prepare because I think that this virus is very similar to the Black Death.” He finished, taking a deep breath.

“What’s up?” You greeted, raised eyebrows in confusion.

Pope smiled enthusiastically and gave you a warm welcome while the others groaned like a walker from The Walking Dead.

“What are you babbling on about today, Mr.Heyward?” You questioned.

“He literally won’t shut up about this stupid virus!” Kiara answered for him, resting her head on the window as she sat in the front seat.

“Neither will my mom. She’s all worked about this and telling me to ‘be safe’ before leaving the house.” You explained.

“It’s not like we know anyone that’s sick.” John B shrugged, starting the van.

Seconds later, JJ started to have a coughing attack. He literally couldn’t stop, even after he had multiple sips of water.

Both you and Pope moved to the corner farthest away from him, you were laughing because you knew JJ and his personality while Pope was terrified.

“Holy shit, he has it.” He whispered in your ear, eyes as big as a Watermelon.

“He’s about to cough up a lung.” Kie commented, turning around to see the blonde flopping around like a fish.

After a few more seconds, JJ recovered from his coughing attack and sat up, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Not funny!” Pope screamed, kicking the bottom of his foot.

“You should have seen your face, it was priceless.” He chuckled.

You crawled over to JJ and rested your head in his lap, arms crossed over your stomach as you cackled, “Oh my gosh, that was hilarious.” You raised your hand and gave him a high five, intertwining for fingers and bringing it back down to your chest.

“I only did it because Pope needs a reality check. In a couple weeks everything will be fine.” He sighed, using his other hand to take the lighter out of his pocket and light the blunt between his teeth.

Before he could, you held out your left hand which was your way of asking him to place the items in your palm because no one was interested in getting a contact high at 2 pm.

Usually the rest of the pogues would snatch it from him but you were different. You didn’t feel comfortable being rough with him because you knew about his life at home and you didn’t want to set him off.

That was one of the many things that JJ appreciated about you. You were gentle with him and always took your time, not wanting to him to feel rushed. So, he always complied when you asked.

“Fuck it, I’m taking all the toilet paper.” Pope commented out of context, causing everyone to laugh.

                      「 ₊˚.༄ 」

Fast forward one week later and your entire life has flipped upside down.

Covid-19 shut down absolutely everything. Kie and her family were forced to close down The Wreck because they couldn't take the risk of hurting any customers or members of the staff.

All of your friends were separated, except for JJ and John B because they quarantined together, not wanting to be alone during this time.

To be honest, you missed everyone, especially JJ because the two of you always gravitated towards each other so it was pretty hard to be separate from him.

To stay connected with each other, you all texted in the shared group chat and had group facetime’s and netflix parties almost every single night.

John B insisted on inviting Sarah and you didn’t know how to feel about it. Sarah and Kie did squash their beef but, she told you all of the things that happened and it really rubbed you the wrong way. But, you wanted John B to be happy, no matter who it was with.

“Holy shit, y/n/n your birthday is in 2 days!” JJ noticed while the two of you were on facetime. John B was busy talking to Sarah so, he called you to pass the time.

“Yeah.” You replied, unenthusiasticlly.

“I know it sucks that we’re in quarantine but, I promise we’ll have a group facetime and you can pick the movie.” He smiled, you didn’t even have to elaborate on why you were sad because he knew you that well.

“Wait for real?” You laughed.

Listen, everyone has different taste when it comes to movies so, every time that you’re doing a netflix party, it’s really hard to decide on a movie that all of the pogues can enjoy.

“Okay, now I’m excited. This is going to be so fun!” You screeched, clapping your hands together.

“Shit, John B’s calling me. I’ve gotta go but, keep that same enthusiasm, okay?” He replied, smiling into the camera.

“Pinky promise.” You gave him the biggest grin known to man before hanging up.

                      「 ₊˚.༄ 」

Exactly two days later, you woke up to your mom towering over you with a cake in her hands, “Happy 17th birthday, y/n/n!” She took JJ’s lighter that was sitting on your nightstand and lit the ‘17’ on the cake.

“Woah!” You said, rubbing your eyes. It was still pretty early in the morning and you couldn’t fully comprehend what was going on.

“Thank you so much.” You sat up in your bed, making room for your mother to sit.

“Make a wish.” She encouraged, taking out her phone to capture the moment.

“I wish that I have the best day ever, despite not being about to see my friends.” and with that, you blew out the candles, smiling up at your mom.

“Awe were you recording that?” You smiled, covering your face.

“I was gonna send it to your friends,” She paused, “Speaking of them, are you gonna uh... party on neflix tonight?” She squinted.

You chuckled, your mom really wasn’t as aquatinted with technology as other parents, “Yeah, the 5 of us are gonna watch a movie on facetime. I promise to keep it down.”

“Thank you. I’m gonna go start on breakfast. I’ll call you when it’s finished.” She left your room, leaving the door cracked slightly.

After a few seconds of staring off into space, you checked your phone like you always do when you wake up and your phone was filled with notifications.

Your smiled from ear to ear. Unlike the average kook, you weren’t very popular but that didn’t matter because you had 4 of the best people on planet earth as your best friends.

The first thing that you checked was Instagram. You tapped through the stories that you were tagged in and were met with some of the best memories that were caught on camera.

From the time you accidentally set off the sprinklers at The Wreck, getting all of the customers wet as they were leaving to the time that you got stuck at the top of the monkey bars at your old elementary school and JJ had to come and save you.

You almost started crying because you hadn’t been apart from any of your friends for more that 12 hours and even though it’s only been a week, it felt like forvever.

Before you responded to the countless amount of texts from your aunts and uncles, you texted the group chat and gushed to them about how thankful you were that they all posted something in honor of your birthday.

They all politely told you to and I quote, “shut the fuck up.” because it was a given that they’d praise you for your special day.

You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face and threw your phone on the charger, heading to the kitchen to eat breakfast with your mother.

                      「 ₊˚.༄ 」

The sound of your phone ringing tore you away from the piece of cake that you were chewing.

“And the guest of honor has arrived!” John B gushed, JJ was sitting next to him and it looked like they were on the couch.

“Get any presents?” Kie asked, positioning her phone upwards so that she could be seen.

“Nah, unless you count cake.” You chuckled, showing them the piece that you were currently devouring.

“That looks so good.” Pope commented, he was staring into the camera, hypnotized by the sweet treat that you had just showcased.

“Snap out of it!” JJ started clapping his hands in the camera causing Pope to fidget slightly taking his face out of the camera.

You spent the first 30 minutes of the facetime call catching up about the stupid quarantine habits that you all picked up. 

Kiara had given herself a few dolphin stick & pokes, Pope had started online shopping, like a lot. He had at least 30 new t-shirts in his closet. John B calls Sarah while JJ spends most of his time talking to you.

“Wait, wait, wait guys,” You paused, trying to get their attention because they were all screaming at each other, “Are y’all ready to watch the movie?” You questioned, opening a new tab on your computer.

“Yeah, yeah. Wait a second.” John B put himself on paused, you could hear JJ sigh because he does that at least once every time that you all are on a group call.

After a few seconds, you heard everyone's phone ding as well as your own. You all had gotten a group e-mail to join a netflix party. At first you were confused because JJ said that he talked to everyone and they agreed to letting you chose the movie.

A few more seconds passed and you saw another square begin to connect to the facetime call. It was a number that no one recognized so, everyone was pretty stunned (except for john b).

The mystery person finally connected and it was revealed to be Sarah Cameron. 

You looked at everyone's little square and saw how wide their eyes were. JJ seemed furious but, he didn’t want to make a scene because after all, it was still your birthday.

Kie and Pope looked shocked that John B would add her without asking if you were okay with it first.

“Hey guys! Happy birthday, y/n.” Sarah greeted, smiling.

“Thank you.” You croaked back a response, going on your computer and opening the e-mail that was sent, clicking the netflix party link.

After taking a second to load, you saw that you were watching the 4th season of Riverdale. (yikes)

You rolled your eyes, praying that it went unnoticed.

“Is this what you wanted to watch, y/n? I thought you hated Riverdale?” Pope asked, still a little confused on the whole situation.

“Nope.” You stated dryly, shrugging you shoulders and falling back onto your bed.

“Oh, it was my idea.” Sarah chimed in, her bubble got bigger because she had said something, “You don’t mind, right y/n/n?”

“I kind of wanted to watch Back to the Future.” You revealed.

At this point, everyone was shocked, even you. You didn’t hate Sarah, she was currently being really nice but you wanted to spend your birthday talking to your best friends and she didn’t fit into that category yet.

“I don’t really like that movie.” John B commented, earning a slap on the back of the head from JJ.

“Actually,” You paused, contemplating if you even wanted to continue the sentence. You had two options, make a scene or leave peacefully.

“I’m not feeling to well. I think I’m going to go but, have fun watching Riverdale.” Before anyone could protest, you hung up.

Option two it is.

“Fuck birthday’s.” You concluded, turning off your light. You didn’t have the energy to argue with anyone so, you decided to go to bed and deal with it in the morning.

JJ muted the phone so that no one else could hear the conversation that was about to ensue, “Dude, what the fuck?!” He yelled at John B, who was very confused.

“You invited the girl you’ve been mackin’ on for a month to y/n’s birthday party. Did you even ask her?” He stood up, towering over his friend.

“Woah, woah, calm down. I didn’t think that she’d care.” He defended himself.

Pope and Kie were texting you while Sarah was too busy watching the cringe unfold on Riverdale that they didn’t notice that John B and JJ were arguing.

“All she wanted was a good birthday and you fucking ruined it.” He accused, poking at his chest.

“I didn’t ruin it. She was tired and had to go!”

“It’s literally 9:30 pm. You think she’d go to bed this early? We’re in quarantine! Everyone stays up till like, 5!”

The look on JJ’s face conveyed that he was seconds away from punching John B in the face but he had to remember that you wouldn’t want them fighting because of you.

The blonde took a deep breath that lasted at least 5 minutes, “I need to go check on her.” He stated, going into the guest room that he was currently residing in and grabbed a big basket but with how fast he was walking, it’d be impossible to make out the contents inside.

“You can’t go see her, we’re in quarantine.” John B protested but JJ didn’t seem to care.

                      「 ₊˚.༄ 」

The sun started peaking through your window at around 6 am. The heat of the sun beamed on your face, causing you to wake up earlier that you anticipated.

Groaning, you trudged to the one and only bathroom in your house, thankful that your mom was off to work. She works for Mr.Heyward and they’re currently trying to deliver supplies to as many people as possible.

After getting ready for the day in the restroom, you headed towards the kitchen. In your peripheral vision, you saw a big basket sitting on your front porch.

Peaking your interest, you opened your front door and grabbed the basket with two hands. It wasn’t that heavy but it appeared to be filled to the brim.

Perched on the very top of the basket was a ripped sheet of blank paper covered with medium sized writing. The penmanship was sloppy and certain words had been written over and over again, most likely because the marker was running out of ink.

Based on the lack of punctuation, you already knew who hand delivered this package.

On the inside was 3 of JJ’s shirts (without the sleeves ofc), a half empty bottle of cologne that he’d only wear on special occasions, a torn 2 dollar bill, and a hydroponic blunt.

If any other pogue was receiving this as a gift, they’d probably be really disappointed but, not you. You knew that JJ wasn’t well acquainted with showing and or receiving love so, this was a huge gesture.

Running back into your house, you grabbed your phone, ignoring all of the apology texts from John B, you facetimed JJ.

After a few seconds of it ringing, he answered, “What time is it?” He groaned.

“When did you deliver this?” You asked, ignoring his question.

“What are you talking about?” He didn’t falter, standing his ground.

“Don’t play dumb with me, JJ. What time did you put this on my doorstep?” You persisted, showing the poorly wrapped package that rested on your dining table.

“I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

You squinted your eyes into the camera and waited a few seconds and sure enough, he creaked, “Fine, fine! I may or may not have decided to play mail man last night.”

“What the heck-?” You paused, attempting to take in what he had just said, “Wait, why?”

“Well, after Sarah crashed your birthday party, I thought you might want to wake up to something, uh, nice.” He grinned, awkwardly.

“You should’ve called me! I would’ve come outside to see you.” You replied, disappointed. He was mere feet away from you last night and you weren’t aware.

“Social distancing, y/n.” He teased. We all know that JJ is the pogue that’s most likely to accidentally break one of the rules during quarantine.

“JJ,” You took a deep breath, “Why did you all of this. I mean, it’s such an amazing birthday gift. A blunt and a 2 dollar bill, what more could a girl ask for?”

“IT’S BECAUSE HE LOOOOVES YOU!!” You heard John B scream from farther into the house.

JJ dropped the phone on the bed and put himself on mute, you shook your head, knowing he was most likely scolding John B.

“I’m sorry, he’s been spending to much time with Sarah.” He returned, “Also, I stole that bill from Kie, don’t tell her though.”

“I really really really miss you, JJ.” You sighed, frowning.

“I really really really miss you, y/n.” He mocked, of course he could not be 100% serious, even when he wanted too.

“Can you promise me something?”

He raised his eyebrows, face plastered with curiousness, “Uhhh, maybe.” He chuckled.

“Promise me that you’ll ask me out once quarantine is over?” You deadpanned. It was clear that it caught him by surprise because his face wasn’t covered with confusion anymore but shear terror instead.

“W-What was that John B???!!! You fell in the toilet! Awe shit, y/n, I’ve gotta go.” He replied, hanging up the phone.

Usually, you’d be a little offended but, you knew he was just messing around with you, especially because he was so used to making the first move when it came to getting girls.

Your phone was on silent so, you didn’t notice it a first but you had a new text message from JJ.

“pinky promise.”

[bokutosbubblebutt]

Chapter: Happiness || Teaser

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To be honest, it was really a miracle how you got there. You never expected that your parents would allow you to leave the house, to go outside, meet other people, start a life.

After never ending discussions, trying to find a compromise, they really said yes.

"We will try it a few months and if we are satisfied, if they can keep you safe, you can stay!"

You never felt more happy in your entire life. You finally could go outside, start a life, meet people, make finally friends and maybe even fall in love. Something you had dreamt about since you started reading.

Even though there was a high chance of being forced to go back to your place, the place that was supposed to keep you safe from every injury possible, you tried to make the best out of it. Even though there was a high chance of getting hurt and accidentally killing yourself, you tried your best to enjoy it.

Nervous but excited you were standing in front of your new teachers office, Mr. Aizawa. You already read about him in a superhero blog. He was the one, who could easily erase the quirks of his enemies and then capture them with his weapon. Pretty impressive, in your opinion. Simple but very effective.

It was really early in the morning. The classes usually start around 8:20 and it was 7:30 now. Already a bunch of people came across your way. You greeted everyone nicely and smiled at them but they all seemed to be in a hurry and stressed. Well, it was the first day of a new school year and taking care of such a big school with so many future pro heroes must be really complicated.

The school. Overwhelming! The campus was gigantic and had so many buildings, grounds and areas. You barely ever left your house, so it happens that you even got overwhelmed by only visiting the shopping center sometimes. Such a big place with so many different individuals made you panic a bit, and since you weren't used to being surrounded by people, you may suffered from social anxiety but the excitement and your curiosity made you gladly forget about it.

Your only concern right now was that you just tried to not get lost in here.

The whole atmosphere was completely different than at home. Here, it made you feel free like living an exciting life full of many people and different activities. At home, it was like a constant feeling of not being yourself or more like not knowing yourself.

And it smelled different here. It smelled like something sweet and dangerous, but quite serious as well. The sweetness definitely came from a lady that walked past you a few minutes ago. You recognized her immediately by her hero costume. It was the pro hero Midnight. For some reasons you've always looked up to her. She just always did what she wanted, not caring about what others think or tell her, sometimes you wish you could be like her but no, not in your situation.

Nervously you stared at the ceiling, trying to count the blue and white stripes on the metallic plates and not taking care about the things that happened around you. The counting helped you focus on one thing and made you forget about your nervousness.

"You need to go to Mr. Aizawa as well, right?" a deep voice made you snap back to reality and loose your concentrated trance.

A tired looking boy with really dark circles under his eyes was staring at you, scanning your appearance. He looked pretty buff and intimidating at the first sight. His indigo hair was standing up in all directions and made him look really tall. Awkwardly he turned his body towards the door and back to you.

"No taking?" He asked again and stared confused at you. The boy tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Again his eyes scanned your body. Since you fiddled with your fingers the whole time, your hand caught his attention. A scar was going down from your middle finger to your wrist.

He had never seen you before. He would remember such a sick looking girl. You were really skinny and pale. You had completely grey eyes and light grey, almost white, hair, which stopped straight above your shoulders. Your whole appearance was ghost like and, to be honest, kinda sad. You looked so skinny, your cheekbones clearly defined, a big gap between your legs and like it would only take one little blow, probably just a little refreshing wind in the summer, to make you fly away. If you had a little bit more meat on your body, you would look prettier, he thought but that was just his opinion.

Perplexed you looked at him in shock, still not fully realizing what he just said to you. He's going to be the first person you ever had spoken to besides the people your parents hired and your online friends. He is the one, the first one.

"Uhm, no, I mean yes. I-, I am just nervous. Birfst, I mean first big day, you know."

you stuttered awkwardly and blushed in embarrassment. Amused the boy smirked and leaned back against the wall.

Great, the first sentence and you immediately fucked up, you thought. He probably must now be thinking that you are stupid and not able to speak, great.

Again you were staring at the ceiling, counting how many stripes the pattern had to make you forget about what a nervous wreck you actually were right now and he was silently watching you. Again he was trying to remember the person who was standing in front of him, trying to find out if he had seen you before but such a sick and sad looking girl was someone, he definitely would remember.

After waiting some more minutes the door suddenly opened and a man with long black hair and eyes that looked like they would fall shut every second, was standing in the door frame. Mr. Aizawa.

"Come in" he said and walked back into the room.

The boy turned around and walked into the room as well. The office was really messy and many stacks of papers were laying around. It smelled like coffee in here and the morning sun heated up the air, making the little dust particles that were floating around able to see. It was this kind of mixture that gives you a headache if you stay in here for too long.

„You two are the only one who are going to transfer to Class 2-A." he explained and sat down at his desk, trying to find something.

Both Class 2-A? The boy must be one of your new classmates then, you thought. You just hoped that he's not one of those school bullies, who make fun of others, will steal your money and put you into the toilet like you already have read about in some books. 

„I already filled out your forms and put them together in your folder. The only thing you need to do, is designing your hero costume but I can't find the sheet for it right now. I'm gonna be right back. Please go trough it and check if we missed something" he handed you your folders and then went through another door.

Your folder was pretty thin if you compare it to the other one. Well, obviously because there was not much information about you so far. Only your stats like height, weight and birthday and of course a description of your quirk.

Quickly you read through everything and checked if there were any mistake and surprisingly there was one. Just a small one but still something you better don't forget.

Curious you were eyeing the other folder and tried to read the boys' stats. After he went to the next page, you finally could read some single words if his quirk description.

"Your quirk is brainwashing?" you suddenly asked and smiled at him in excitement. „How cool! You must be pretty powerful with that, hu?"

Shocked the boy looked at you because he didn't expected you to speak so loudly. He thought you were more shy and quiet, your appearance didn't matched how you talked.

„Uhm, not really." he answered and closed his folder.

„I think it's a pretty cool quirk. How does it work?" you asked the next question and turned your body towards his, grabbing the arm rests of your seat.

„If someone answers me I can activate it." he explained and put the folder back on the desk, still shocked and not knowing how to act.

„But you can control when you activate it or not?"

He simply nodded and looked at you.

„My name is Y/N L/N but you can call me (Nickname). Nice to meet you!" you laughed with a big smile and offered your hand to shake it.

„I'm Hitoshi Shinsou, nice to meet you."

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So this is the first chapter of one of my stories I am currently writing on Wattpad

It’s called Chapter: happiness

If you liked the first chapter and are now interested in what’s going to happen next, here’s the link

[rainydaydream-gal18]

Bucky Barnes x Reader: Shall We Dance?

(Author’s Note: Hey all, I’m back but this time with a Bucky fic!  I just thought this was an adorable idea, and I even found a soundtrack for it.  You could play some 1940′s instrumental jazz in the background while reading this fic to enhance the experience, or not.  Up to you!

Also, this is sort of an AU that takes place after Civil War, but where the Avengers don’t separate yet.  So yeah I’m jumping on the bandwagon of Avengers still living in the tower with Bucky joining them XD)

   “Are you sure about this?” you asked, poking your head around the corner.  Taking note of what the guests were wearing, you immediately felt out of place.  Despite the party having a 1940’s theme, most of the ladies were wearing rather modern dresses that were long and elegant and touched the floor.  Some did go as far as pinning their hair in updos that were fitting for the time period, but even so, you glanced down at your old-fashioned evening gown and perfectly matched shoes with doubt.  It was a beautiful deep blue dress that went almost to your ankles.  The sleeves were a tad puffy at the shoulders before tightening into long sleeves the rest of the way to your wrists.  The outfit was very lovely, but it was most definitely out-dated compared to what the guests were wearing.

   It was a birthday celebration for Steve Rogers- a surprise one at that.  Stark had volunteered a floor of the Avengers tower for the venue, and Natasha and you had the neat idea of making it an old-fashioned party complete with music from the 1940’s to make things feel more like home.  You and Nat had fun researching the sort of clothes worn back then, but apparently not everyone had taken the theme so literally.

   “You kidding me?” Natasha responded in a low voice, brows furrowing slightly.  “You look great.  Now, let’s get out there and own it.”  A smile crept on your face, and you were glad to have a friend go into the party with, especially someone as confident as Romanoff.  She was dressed in a 1940’s gown too, though hers was a pretty dark green which complemented the red lipstick she wore.  “We were pretty specific about the theme of the party,” she continued.  “Technically, most of these people are the ones out of place, not us.”

   “Good point.”

   “This is for Steve anyway.  I’m sure he’ll appreciate the gesture.”

   It wasn’t necessarily the guests that concerned you.  Or Steve.  A certain someone would be in attendance, and you strived to be cool as a cucumber.

   “Alright, here goes nothing.”  You stepped out from the hallway and couldn’t help but smile.  The music was jazzy, and the lights made the scene even more charming as couples danced on the floor while others conversed at little tables or the bar.  Natasha walked beside you, eyes scanning the room.  They rested on Bruce, who was talking to Tony with a drink in his hand.

   “You going to say ‘hi’?” you asked, giving her a playful nudge.  She played it off as if she couldn’t care less, but you knew there was something going on between her and the scientist.

   “Maybe later.”

   A waiter approached with a tray, and Natasha gratefully accepted a shrimp cocktail while you decided to take a chance on a pastry.  As you bit into your snack, you looked to your friend.   

   “You look beautiful,” you complimented. 

   She flashed a warm smile, a rare but lovely sight from the secret agent.  “You look beautiful too,” she said.  Then, her eyes seemed to dart to something behind you.  “It looks like someone else thinks so.”

   Your mouth fell open.  “What?”  You snuck a glance over your shoulder in the most subtle way you could before quickly turning away when a pair of dark blue eyes gazed in your direction.  Your heartbeat quickened as Natasha raised a brow.  “It’s Bucky.”

   “Yes, it is,” she nodded, though her probing gaze didn’t leave your face as she took in your expression.  “Something wrong?”

   “No,” you said quickly.  A little too quickly.

   Her eyes traveled to the former Winter Soldier before a hint of a smirk appeared on her lips.  “Oh, so you still have a thing for him?”

   “What?  I never told you that.”

   “Didn’t need to.”  Her smirk grew.  “I sort of read people for a living, and it’s written all over your face whenever he walks in the room.”

   “Well, glad I was being subtle,” you remarked with an eye roll.  “I just get so nervous.  He’s a good friend, and…”

   “And he’s coming over here.”

   “He’s- what?”

   “He’s walking this way,” she mumbled under her breath.

   You followed her eyes to see those eyes fixed on you as he approached.  Though his dark hair was still somewhat long and unkempt, he wore a nice suit and shoes.  His lips pressed together in an awkward smile as he entered the space where you and Natasha stood.

   “Hey,” he greeted with a small wave.

   “Hi,” you said, smiling.  Natasha didn’t speak.  She only observed the interaction as your eyes wandered the room in desperate search for something else to talk about.  “This turned out to be a nice party,” you commented.  “You think Steve is having a good time?”

   “Yeah,” Bucky agreed, looking over to see the Captain having a dance with Sharon.  “It is nice.  I think he’s having fun.  Sure looked happy to see everyone when he walked in.”

   You laughed as you remembered his reaction- your friend and teammate’s look of pleasant surprise and then a big smile as everyone shouted “surprise!”  You even asked that Tony get a picture from the security footage.

   “Definitely loved the look on his face,” you said.  The conversation between the two of you quieted for a minute as both of you looked at your surroundings until Bucky spoke up again.

   “You like the music?” he asked, gesturing with a metal hand to your feet.  You hadn’t even noticed yourself swaying in place to the tune.  The realization caused you to give a sheepish smile and shrug.

   “I think I do.”

   Bucky’s little awkward smile widened, and his eyes held warmth as he asked, “do you wanna’ dance with me?”  Your eyes travelled to that inviting gaze of his, and it was like your heart was doing flips.  You nodded, and he extended his other hand to take yours.  Then, he looked to Natasha.  “Mind if I steal her for a dance or two?”

   Natasha smirked again.  “Not at all.  Have fun, you two.”

   Bucky glanced your way again before leading you toward the dance floor.  You shot a look at Natasha over your shoulder, mouth falling open in shock that this was happening.  She gave a nod of approval.

   Bucky stopped before going too far into the crowded space, turning to put the metal hand at your waist while you put your arm around the back of his neck.  He exhaled sharply in a silent chuckle, glancing down at his feet.  “Sorry,” he said, eyes darting back up to yours.  “It’s been a while.  I haven’t danced with a woman in….well, about seventy years.”

   “Oh,” you said quietly.  An ache grew in your heart at the thought.  He’d spent a lot of time brainwashed and forced to do awful things for Hydra.  Before you could dwell on it much further, you remembered where you were and tried to keep the conversation light-hearted.  “Well I hope I don’t disappoint you.  I haven’t had much experience dancing to this kind of music.”

   “_________,” he said, starting to sway to the music.  You let him lead you in the beginnings of the dance.  “You are far from disappointing me.”  He stepped back to give you a twirl, and you followed through with a smile on your face.  “And since I’m out of practice, we won’t do anything fancy.”

   “Sounds good to me.”

   A warm feeling gathered in your chest, and you were absolutely elated as you and Bucky let the tune carry you both.  The grin never left your expression.  He seemed to be smiling even wider as he got more comfortable.  Hearing this kind of music on the radio used to feel so strange to you.  You’d breeze past it to the next station in search of something more to your taste, something more modern.  But being there in that moment, dancing with Bucky, it felt so real.  So alive.  You could see why people enjoyed it.  From then on, you’d never think of it the same way.

   “You look gorgeous, doll,” Bucky said over the music, drawing your attention from the live band and back to his gaze.  The lights reflected as a splash of glowing color amongst the beautiful blue of his eyes.  “Where’d you find a dress like that?”

   You ducked your head slightly from the compliment.  “Oh, I got it online.  It was Natasha’s idea.  We were hoping everyone would dress up, but turns out it was just us.”

   “Well, I like it.  Love it, actually.”

   “Thank you.”  He gave you another twirl just as the song ended, and both of you pulled away to applaud the band along with the other couples.  Then, the band took a short pause to turn pages and take a breather before playing a slower song.  As the other couples drew closer to dance slowly, you stole a glance at your dance partner, wondering if he’d want to dance this song with you or take a break.  Before you could ask, he offered his hand.  You smiled, uncertainty vanishing, as he gently pulled you forward and put an arm around you.  Your face was inches from his shoulder, and you decided to just go along with it by wrapping your arms around him.  You took your first few steps of the dance carefully, adjusting to the slower tune.  Despite the hair raised on the back of your neck and the way your breath caught in your throat at the sweet moment you had dreamed of many times, it felt so safe there.  So secure.  You didn’t want to leave anytime soon.

   “So I’m impressed,” you said.  “No feet have been stepped on yet.”

   He pulled away ever so slightly to give you a humorous look.  “It’s been some time, but I have danced before, _________.”

   You laughed.  “Actually I was talking more about myself.”

   “Ah.  See, that makes more sense.”

   “Oh, please,” you joked.  “I’m not that bad.”

   He chuckled softly and rested his cheek against yours, like you’d seen in old-timey movies, as he swayed with you.  “No, no that bad indeed.”

   You were stunned into silence again at the contact.  Your steps weren’t a concern anymore because it felt like you were floating across the dancefloor.

   “Is this okay?” he asked.  The question was so quiet considering how close his voice was.  

   It felt wrong to nod and break the contact, so you just uttered a hushed, “yeah.  It’s more than okay actually.”

   How long had you been dancing?  You weren’t sure.  All you knew was eventually the band announced that they’d be taking a break, a well-earned one in your mind.  Everyone at the party applauded, and you and Bucky hesitantly pulled away.

   “Hey, Buck,” a new voice greeted.  “Hey there, _________.”

   “Happy birthday, Steve,” Bucky said, clapping a hand on his shoulder.  “You’re in pretty good shape for being, what, ninety-eight?  What’s your secret?”

   Steve gave a chuckle.  “I already heard that one a few times today.  But thanks, my secret is that I go for a run every day.” 

   “Happy birthday,” you chimed in with a grin, giving him a hug.  “Do you like the party?”

   “Yeah, I really do.  I heard you had something to do with the theme?”

   “Me and Nat both did.”

   That Steve Rogers smile appeared on his face, softening his features even more.  It was the kind of smile that made anyone feel like a million bucks because it was always so genuine.  “Well, thank you.  It was very sweet of you both.”

   “There he is!” Thor called, and the three of you looked over to see him holding up a glass.  “The birthday boy!  Come hither and tell us one of your tales of victory!” 

   Steve hesitated, looking at you and Bucky.  “Ah, guess I’ll be right back, then?”

   “Go see your other guests,” Bucky told him, giving him a nudge.  “We’ll catch up with you later.”  Steve gave one last wave and approached the group, causing them to erupt in cheers.  You and Bucky exchanged looks, laughing.

   “How long do you think they’ll keep him?” Bucky asked.

   “A while, for sure.”  Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Natasha and Bruce conversing casually.  Wanda and Vision walked past, both glancing your way and waving.  They looked so cute together.  With the music gone, all you could hear was quiet chatter and the clinking of glasses and silverware.  It was such a peaceful atmosphere.

   “Want something to eat?”

   You nodded.  “Yeah, I do.”  He stopped a waiter so that the two of you could grab a few appetizers and go find a seat.  You found a few lounge chairs near the window where you could look out at the city lights in the dark.  There was some playful banter, as usual, and some brief talk of superhero work before you settled on a game of truth or dare.  So far, Bucky had dared you to try a new food that you weren’t so sure about, and you had dared him to throw a straw wrapper at Sam just to get his attention.  It was your turn to pick again, and you chose “dare.”

   “I dare you,” Bucky began, narrowing his eyes as he leaned back in the chair in thought.  “I dare you to save me the next dance, and the one after that.”

   Your smile faded at his words while you played with the hem of your dress.  “Hm, okay.”  You paused.  “Truth or dare?”

   “Truth,” he said.

   “Alright, here’s my question: Is there a reason you want all these dances with me?”

   His gaze was fixed on you sincerely as he opened his mouth to reply.  Unfortunately, this happened to be the moment that Steve returned.

   “I’m back,” he announced.  “Sorry about that.”  He halted to observe the way you and Bucky looked at each other so intently.  “Oh, am I interrupting?”

   “Um, no, we were just…”

   “Playing a game.”  Bucky said quickly.  “Truth or dare.”

   Steve nodded.  “Gotcha’.  Hey, was that why you threw straw wrappers at Sam?”

   “It was only one straw wrapper,” Bucky corrected.  “And yes, it was the reason.  If you talk to him again, you should tell him that it was ___________ who put me up to it.  I was just following the rules of the game.”  He feigned innocence with the casual shrug of his shoulders.

   “I bet,” Steve chuckled.

   Just then, you noticed the band heading back to their instruments.  It appeared that their break was over and they were beginning to play again.  Immediately, Bucky looked at you and then his friend.  

   “Speaking of rules of the game,” he said.  “__________ here owes me a dance.  Are you up for it?”

   You smiled, rising from the lounge chair.  “Sure.  It was a dare, after all.”  In reality, you both knew that it was a joke and you didn’t have to comply with the dare if you didn’t want to, but the thing was, you did want to.  You wanted to save all your dances for him.  As he led you to the dance floor again, you didn’t see Natasha walk over to Steve with her arms folded.

   “You think they’re going to get together?” she asked.

   “It’s their business,” Steve pointed out.  “Not our place to get involved”.  Natasha glanced his way with a raised brow, and he sighed in defeat.  “Okay yeah, I think it’s going to happen soon.  Back home, Bucky was never this hesitant when it came to dates.  He’s really taking his time with her. I think it’s because he really cares about her.”

   “That’s sweet, but how do you know he feels that way?”

   “He told me.  We’re best buds, remember?”

   “I thought you and I were best friends,” she deadpanned.  They shared a humorous look as they watched the two of you moving to the rhythm of the jazzy music, big smiles across your faces.  “I just hope it happens soon.”

   “I hear that.”

[hs-devote]

10. C U R I O U S   E Y E S

Moodboard // Content // Masterlist

Disclaimer:

All characters and situation in this story are fictitious. Resemblance to any person living or dead is only God knows.

Previous chapter : Harry asked his girlfriend for her birthday. Yet, she didn’t know what she wanted. That was just soft moment in the beginning, turn out to heavy made out right after Y/N teased his hair. One thing led another, they knew their voices would be louder than the sound of rain out there. If they wouldn’t stop, now.

10. CURIOUS EYES

Y/N didn't really give Harry what kind of birthday she wanted, nor where she would love to celebrate. It wasn't like her seventeen or twenty-first birthday after all. A nice wish and hope were enough for her. The day she really looking for, yet kind of not, was coming today. Today, her age added one year older which mean her life in the world would a year reduced, she thought jokingly. Many hopes she wanted, but she had to be realistic since there were some that she thought were impossible to get shortly. She still had a long journey to go and plenty of time to get what she wants. “Happy twenty-three in happiness, baby.” Harry came out of nowhere all of a sudden – pecking her cheek. His palm caressing her small back while his other hand placed a small package on her table. Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, didn't aware when Harry had snuck into her office. It had been locked, or she was too busy with her computer screen. 

“This is like hundred times you wish me, you know? But, when did you come in? I didn't see you.” She asked, looking down at Harry who was squatting in front of her. Y/N didn’t lie when she said this is the umpteenth time he said it. He was the first person to wish her happy birthday.

The man called her at exactly midnight, just to make sure he’s the first who wished her. When he called her, Y/N was already asleep, but she woke up when her mobile phone rang loudly; she couldn’t help but smile when Harry’s deep – raspy voice being the first thing she heard at her new age. She didn’t deny the feeling of joy and strange burst in her stomach when she got the small yet sweet treatment from her lover. The butterflies and flowers dancing in her body, made her feel like a teenager when her heart was beating so fast. In her mind, she could imagine he was lying on his bed bare-chested while staring at the ceiling while his hand supporting the phone in his ear. 

Harry hummed, pointing at her screen, “You were too busy with this,” his hand pulled the nearest chair so he could sit comfortably. 

“And what it is?” Y/N put the package down her lap, her elbows rested on top of it, eyes stared at him questionably.

“Your birthday gift, darling!” he grinned, “Open it.” 

“You don't need to give me a present, H. But, thank you so much.” She smiled, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “Madeleine didn't suspicious when you come in, did she?” For months they were in a relationship, they managed to keep it a secret – still. Didn't know until when. Both of them had to stay professional with their jobs. Their life behind the work was entirely their privacy. Yet once or twice, Harry stole kisses from Y/N when he had the chance and no one was in there. “It's a lunch break, love. She was out ten minutes ago.” He shrugged, “Oh, I forget to tell you that I have your birthday dinner reservation tonight. We should leave on time. I chose the place since you didn't say anything.” “You're such full of surprise, aren't you?” she beamed at him. Who knew Harry Styles had many ways to made her swoon with the simplest way. Simple yet effective.  “My life is full of surprise, love.” “Mhmm.” She nodded, “All right, I'm gonna open this.” Before she opened the box, Y/N looked to it carefully. A navy coloured box with paper ribbon as its wrapper. Her fingers slowly untied the ribbon, put it on the table before lifting the lid. Her eyes found a dozen pairs of cute socks, three nail polish, a mini beauty gift set, and the last – small package with the name of a famous watch company in England written on it.  “I know you like cute socks and love to colouring your nails. So, I think you would like it.” He grinned, then picking the nail polish. “Well, we can match!”  “You're such a dork.” She cackled. Then her hand took the small package and opened it – finding a dazzling watch. Her eyes stunned in awe to beautiful rose quartz, sunray dial watch. Her fingers slowly picked up the beauty and looked at every detail sculpted on it. It was simple yet so pretty. “This is so pretty, thank you.” Y/N beamed, her smile showing her pearly white teeth. Harry smiled before leaning in to kiss her jaw, “You’re welcome, darling.” “And oh, Harry. You said earlier we have dinner tonight? Should I change my clothes?” “I’ll take you to a club afterwards, maybe you can go home first and change? Then we’ll go after that. I don’t need to change so I’ll just wait for you.” He nodded. “Ooh, someone wants to get drunk tonight?” she teased while wiggling her eyebrow. “Nah, I just haven't been to the night club in a long time.” He playfully rolled his eyes, “Have your mum wished you a happy birthday? She texted me to ask if I knew your birthday?” Y/N squinted her eyes in a shy, her inner goddess groaning inside. “Why she did that?” she mumbled, "But yeah, her and my dad FaceTime me in the morning and Connor joined later.” "Must be so nice having a whole family got online together, yeah?” "Next time you have to meet them, especially my dad and Connor.” She bit her lower lip, "They threatened to come to my office if I try to hide my boyfriend from them.” Harry laughed, massaging his temple. "They sound like fun people." “Oh believe me they really are.” She sarcasm, "One time they once conspired together to hide my bag when I was late for school." “And… the worst part is when I was celebrating my tenth birthday, they changed my candles for magic candles that didn't go out easily, I remember I cried there because they couldn’t get off and my friends were there!” Y/N sighed while playing with his rings adorned his fingers. His long, curved fingers were well suited to the jewellery he was wearing. One of her favourites was sterling silver of dancing bears that was resting on his middle finger. Her fingertips couldn’t bear to play with his rings. Sometimes, it crossed her mind if the ring bothered him when he was typing or holding something? Considering him almost had a ring on his ten fingers. Only his thumbs, ring, and middle finger on the right hand were clean.

Her eyes noticed he had a tie bar that she gave him for Christmas along with the tie. She smiled a little, feeling all soft and giggly to knew he wore them. 

“You're wearing these.” She said, stroking his tie up to down – and tapping the tie bar. 

“Finally, you noticed that!” he chuckled, “All right, I'll go out for a meeting. I'll come back to take you home, okay?” 

“Okay. Drive safe, H.”

“Later, darling.” Y/N smiled softly when Harry kissed her temple before walking out of her office. This was her first birthday with a boyfriend after almost a year being a single. Her previous relationship was left sour in her heart; her ex-boyfriend was the one who broke it off – after admitting he was bored of her. She was annoyed by him when she found out he already dating another girl only five days after they broke up. But that was no longer her business. That was a lie if she didn't sad, they were dating for a year, long enough to make a story. . . . . A few hours later, Y/N got a message from Harry saying that he was already in his private parking – waiting for her. She happily replied to him, letting him know she was on her way. After she finished her work, she tidied her desk. With her hands carried her presents while her bag dangling on her shoulder, she strutted out of her office. 

“Oh my god, Y/N! Happy birthday! Why you didn't tell me today is your birthday?” Madeleine squealed when she passed her desk. Her gleaming eyes squinted together yet gentle smile plastered over her lips. 

“It's not a big deal, honestly. But thank you.” Y/N spoke softly, “How do you know it's my birthday?”

“Mr Styles told me earlier.” She answered, her smile got bigger when she spotted her co-worker had a present in her hand, “You got a present already.”

“Oh,” Y/N looked down, smiling. “Mr Styles gave it to me.” 

“How wonderful! That’s very nice of him.” She nodded, “All right, I want to go home. Want to come down with me?” 

Y/N nodded before thinking twice. After all, they would go to the same floor before she headed to the place where Harry was waiting. Madeleine happily took her bag and rushed to the lift with her. Both of them were saying goodbye when they were down to the ground floor together. While Madeleine exited through the main lobby, Y/N walked in the other direction to get to the parking area. She quickly spotted Harry’s black BMW on the corner, parked somewhat away from the others. Her legs brought her to him confidently before opening the door. Although the tinted windows were a bit difficult to peek at, she saw her boyfriend who was playing with his phone faintly. Harry quickly greeted her with a soft kiss on the cheek after she opened the door before revved up the engine and drove off.

Y/N didn’t need much time to change. When she arrived at her apartment, she immediately cleaned up her body and chose the perfect clothes in her mind. She opted a black tight midi dress since Harry told her they would go to the club after the dinner, she didn't have the chance to do her makeup because Harry was dragging her already – saying she could do that in the car. 

Harry killed the engine when they arrived in The Shard. Y/N remembered the first time she came here for a meeting, and now back to the same place for a different purpose. She flicked the rear-view mirror to her direction, so she could see the reflection of her lips. Her hand was pulled by Harry before she could put her lipstick on; instead, he took her lipstick and applied it on her plump lips. 

“Don't mess it up, H.” She warned, her eyes gazed at him while he was looking at her lips. 

“You will make me mess it up if your lips still moving, darling.” He scoffed, biting his lips. His eyes squinting with his lips pursed. Y/N laughed softly as he unconsciously stuck out his tongue. It was his habit when he was focusing on her.

“All done.” Harry gave the lipstick back, letting her look at herself in the mirror. He never failed to impressed her, he could perfectly put her lipstick – he even polished her nails well. What else he couldn't do?

She kissed his neck as a thank, then stepped out of the car along with him. He offered his hand once he was beside her, Y/N happily held him in hers – stepping inside the building. Harry didn't change his clothes, he just removed her suit jacket – leaving him in black shirts with his sleeve rolled up until his elbow, his two tops unbuttoned; showing a glimpse of his tattoo and silver cross necklace. The lift they stepped in took them to the 31st floor where some restaurants were located. When the two of them arrived at a fancy restaurant, the doormen welcomed them warmly with one of the chefs – she assumed, since he was wearing toque – escort them to their table. Theirs was in the corner which had the best panoramic views of London city; was one of the private corners they offered made the couple didn’t need to worry about other guest noises. Y/N giggled in awe when her eyes set on beautiful stems of White Hydrangea, Lavender Spray Rose, and Carnation with some Astrantia standing lovely in the purple box. A small card attached to the ribbon;

You’re, my lady, turning twenty-three today. So I have twenty-three stems of them as a symbol of your step life. I know the flowers are so exquisite but the beauty of you is incomparable. Happy birthday, darling.

Your Harry x­

“You’re such a sappy romantic,” she grinned, “But, thank you.”

Harry shrugged, his hands help to pull the chair for her. “Only for you.” 

The food was amazing, the ambience was exceptional. The chef paced back and forth to their table just to make sure their food was served perfectly. 

“Your birthday is next week, do you have any plan?” asked Y/N before scooping her dessert; her tongue swept her cold, sweet lips. Since her birthday was in the end week in January, Harry's birthday was only one week away from her. A nice coincidence for them, celebrating an adjacent birthday. 

“Actually, I want to ask you to come to Manchester with me for my birthday. We'll leave on Saturday morning, and go back on Sunday night. It's been a long time since I didn't celebrate my birthday with my mum, so this year I decided to spend my birthday with her, too.” Harry said, “It's her idea and she asked me to come with you.”

“Oh, that's nice of her. I don’t think she told me earlier.” She frowned. Anne called her this afternoon, wishing her happy birthday but didn't say anything about Harry's upcoming birthday. Anne and she had been exchanged messages quite often. His mother loved to ask her about Harry's well-being because Anne knew that sometimes Harry felt a little annoyed if she always asked about his state every day over a text. From there, Y/N knew Harry was such a mummy boy – yet he didn't want to admit it.

“It's because I asked her not to tell you.” Harry faced down his spoon, “And I don't take a no.”

Y/N rolled her eyes jokingly, not surprised by Harry's demanding behaviour. Actually, Abbie asked her if they could spend the Sunday lunch together, but she didn't promise anything yet because that's Harry birthday. Of course, she would prefer spending her weekend with the boyfriend of her. It’s not like she didn’t want to hang out with Abbie, but Harry would be disappointed if he knew that his girlfriend didn’t celebrate his birthday with him. They left the restaurant right after Y/N finished her ice cream. Ready to start the real night. Her impatience grew even bolder when Harry drove the car into the Soho – again. Right after his car got into a parking lot, he killed the engine after the car stopped perfectly. She mumbled a thank after he opened her door. Once she was out, his arms secured perfectly behind her waist.

He winked, “This is the real surprise, if I could say.”

Y/N didn't know where Harry would bring her since there were lots of nightclubs here. Her feet just followed where he was going, she just hoped it wasn't too far due to her thin heels could cramp her legs. Both of them stopped after four minute-ish walking, standing in front of a nightclub at the end of the intersection. The doorman let them in after Harry told his name. 

Loud music and spotlights were calling her when she got in, but Harry didn't pull her into the sweaty – drunk bodies, instead, he pulled her hand into the next room. She let out a gasp when her eyes identify some familiar faces in there. Besides, there were lots of balloons and birthday decorations installed in every corner of the room. Abbie was the one tackle her into her arms. Y/N spotted Sarah, Amy, and Cindy at the back. She also could see some of her uni friends, but she couldn't recognise the rest. They could be Harry’s friends. 

“You have to thank Harry, you know?” Abbie giggled in her ear, “He called me one day, asked for my help to contact some friends because he had a party for you.” 

Y/N widened her eyes, didn't know that Harry was the one who had the idea of hold a party for her. When her eyes were searching for him, he was talking to Niall in the corner.

“He's so damn fucking handsome in real person. How did you get so lucky, huh?” she pinched her shoulder, “I might never meet him if he doesn’t make this party.”

Abbie didn’t lie, this was the first time she met Harry. Thanks to him anyway. If not, she wouldn’t know when her friends would bring him to her.

Y/N scoffed, “I have my reason. Well, excuse me I have to talk with him.”

“Right, go get that dick.”

“Abbie!” she hissed. Her head shook at her when she saw her friends were giggling hysterically. Y/N ignored her, instead, she walked to Harry – leaving Abbie alone. Niall was the one who noticed her and he immediately wishing her happy birthday. He excused himself after Y/N thanked him, leaving her alone with her boyfriend.

“Hey.” She smiled, touching his arms. Harry took her hands, brought them around his waist. “Hi, baby.” “Thank you for all of this, and the dinner.” Y/N spoke a little louder since the music got louder. “Abbie told me you called her the other day for making this party happened, you didn't have to do that.”   “But I want to, and I have a promise to have your birthday no fail.” He chuckled, cupping her jaw. Y/N stared at him with a dreamy look; didn't know why she got so lucky, having Harry beside her was the most beautiful thing that happened in her entire life. If she ever said she was grateful for the accomplishment of her career, now she was extraordinarily grateful to be one of the most important people in Harry's life. Y/N smiled before pulling his face closer to hers, so she could savour his plump lips –having no care of so many people around them. All she cared about was her and Harry now. Harry happily kissed her back, invading her tongue and mouth with his. He could hear some of his friends cheering over them, he only gave them the middle finger before detached his lips from her.

He gave her one more small peck on the lips, before smiling like a crazy to her. Their eyes locked together with an elated smile forming on their lips, was busy with their own world – didn’t aware of their surroundings. Abbie and Sarah approached them while carrying a birthday cake with burning candle sparkles. Her friends gathered around, singing happy birthday while the rest was watching from afar. Y/N giggled, giving a quick kiss on Harry's cheek before put her hair aside – didn't want her hair being in the flame of the candle.

She did make a wish before blowing out the candles. Yet, began to feel annoyed when they didn't go out, made her laugh. Everyone cheered when she finally could make the candles go out, thanks to Harry's help.

Y/N introduced Harry to her friends as her boyfriend. Almost all of her friends were drooling over him, but she didn’t need to worry because he was hers. She also made sure didn’t slip up saying he was also her boss.

“Your friends seem nice,” Harry spoke, his hand occupied by Gin while eyes wandering to every single person in the room.

“Yes, they are.” Y/N sighed, chugging her Mojito. “How's yours? I could only recognise, Niall.”

“Here, let me introduce you to them.” Harry took her hand, leaving their couch vacant. He pushed her into the crowd, slipping among the sweaty bodies. She saw her friends got wild, grinding on whoever they want. Harry smiled at his friends who were sitting together in the corner before introducing the birthday girl. Y/N was blushing from the way they complimenting Harry for choosing a girl. 

“Most of them were from uni, and one of the company clients if you remember.” He whispered, rubbing her back with his thumb. Small gestures like this that could make her lovesick. Sound cheesy but she really liked it. That was one of her favourite habits of Harry's. 

“Yeah, I saw the Alex guy and something in my mind said he was familiar.” Y/N nodded, but suddenly her eyes getting wide as if remembering something. “Hold on, he will know that I'm your assistant!” 

“I doubt that, he's drunk anyway.” He shrugged, “Even if he knows, let it be. I'm fine if people know if it's okay with you.” 

His words just now made her stunned in her place. Harry didn't mind if their relationship being exposed to the public. He didn't care if everyone knew she was his assistant. That was a sign he wouldn't keep this as a secret anymore. Without any further do, Y/N agreed quickly. There was a bit of relief at least she didn’t have to pretend anymore.

Right? – her inner goddess was a little doubting 

“I like that idea.”

“C'mon then, dance with me.” Harry took her to the dance floor, standing in the centre of the crowd. Y/N wrapped her hands around his neck while he placed his hand on her hips, their body swayed to the music. Everything got wilder when the DJ played the stomping music; bumping to each other of being drunk. Y/N turned around, pushing her back to Harry's front, grinding on him. The alcohol she had that night made her bolder, she rolled her neck only for Harry to suck them. Her thighs heated up due to Harry's hand slipping up and stroking them slowly. Her body was burning, her head dizzy. She just prayed both of them weren’t too drunk due to the alcoholic drink they had. 

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.” Harry hummed on her ear, “But, I don't like their bathroom, too cramped for a quick fuck.” 

“Oh my god, H.” She giggled, but choked instantly when his fingers sneaking into her underwear. She hurriedly held his hand before he went any further, “Not in a public please, they can see your hand in my thighs.”

“I don’t think so. Everyone is too drunk to look at us.” He sighed. His lips pursed but he couldn’t hold back his grin when his fingertips felt wet and sticky, “Why are you so wet already?” 

Y/N gulped as Harry's finger rolling up and down her centre – feeling her wetness. She wiggled for Harry got easier access into her. He moaned in pleasure when his fingers could dip deeper into her. Y/N herself refrained from making any noises that made others suspicious even if it was difficult. She only bit her lips when her boyfriend teased her. 

“Now look who's the most aroused.” He mocked her, licking her earlobe. Y/N quickly turned around, squeezing his crotch through his trouser. 

“I bet it was your first?” she smirked, feeling his already hard bulge. Her teasing smile faltered when she felt something strange, “You’re not wearing a pant, are you?” 

“No,” Harry answered innocently, eyes wide in realisation yet she could see his face clearly wasted. She averted her eyes to the clock, it was already three in the morning, they didn't realise they had been hours on the club, everyone still enjoying the night, dancing and get drunk.

“Let's get home, H. We have to go to work six hours from now,” she yawned, “I need my sleep.” 

Harry just nodded before rubbed his eyes lazily. He clung to her while holding her wrist since he was drunk enough, didn't want to trip or walked unsteadily since wasn't sure how much alcohol had sunk into his body. 

Y/N told her friends she had to call off the night. Rolled her eyes, she neglected their teasing look before gripped Harry's arm when both of them out of the room. The dark hall very deviated from the other rooms which still alive, the music was blaring as well as the crowd noises. Being a person who was at least sober, she pulled him to her to keep up with her footsteps since he began to wobbled. Now, she was confused about how could he drive them home if he wasn't sober enough. Drunk Harry was something else; he loved to snuggle her closer and smelling her hair. 

“Harry, c'mon. We have to get into the car.” She whined when he stopped in his track, swinging their intertwined hands together. Shaking her head, Y/N couldn't help let out her chuckle. Her boyfriend was so adorable when drunk.

“Harry..” her voice stern, “Let's go, darling.” 

He pouted his lips, nodding briefly before followed her steps in front of him. He was goofing around causing Y/N to stumble when her body bumped into someone, she quickly apologised but they didn't take it. 

“Watch your fucking step, female!” 

“Hey, she already apologised.” Harry snapped, didn't like anyone talking harshly to his girlfriend. Besides, she had apologies at first – didn't mean any harm. 

“Try looking out your slut next time, dude!” The man said rudely, his reddish eyes looking at both of them – squinting for a second before scoffed at them; he knew who they were. 

Harry never thought he would meet him here. Among many nightclubs in London, why he had to encounter this man here. 

He growled, “Watch your fucking mouth, Dale.” 

Y/N held his arm, preventing both of them from doing something awful. They were both drunk, she could tell,  and it wouldn't be nice if they fight. 

“C'mon, H. Let's get home. He's not worth for your time.” She whispered, rubbing his chest tried to comfort him. Dale knew his old friend was wasted; pupils were dilated with slightly reddened eyes. He took the opportunity to sneer at him. He would always be the cocky one while Harry was always being his victim one. No matter how far Harry had changed, he couldn't stop seeing him as the dirt.

“Now, you need your slut to defend you? Need someone to stick for you? How pathetic. First, you need your stepfather, now you need your whore. Someone like Harry Styles or.. Harry Edward could never defend his own self. You will always be the pathetic Harry, you would never be a Styles. Poor the Styles had to let a rotten man into the fami–” 

A female piercing scream echoed the air when Y/N saw the scene before her eyes. Her eyes wide in horror over how hard Harry punch Dale. Her mind was too numb to think. 

What should she do? 

No, you can’t do anything. You’ll spice them up if you try to interfere! Her inner goddess stated  

Like a lightning struck before her eyes, her mind remembered Harry told her once if he couldn't control his anger, Marcel was there. And now she believed it wasn't Harry now who punched Dale back and forth. She didn’t see Harry, instead, she saw his twin. She knew how strong Harry was and what he could do when the fists were ready, yet he might not waste his energy only for people who weren’t important. 

Her mind snapped into consciousness noticing they still punching each other whilst her wits drove her away. No matter what, both the man must be separated. Her vision caught Dale's female companion standing in the corner like a fool did absolutely nothing.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Hey, care to help me grab Dale?” 

“I don't want to get hit!” the girl scoffed, crossing her arms. 

This girl really got her nerve if she didn’t want to do anything… her inner goddess gagged.

“It's better than you standing there like an idiot! I could have told the police that you let him get beaten up, you know?” she challenged with hands ready to grab Harry's waist to get off from Dale who was the one punching. Dale just laid on the ground while shielding his head, yet Harry still had his way to pulled his hand. 

“Harry, please. Leave him alone. You're fine, we're fine!” she cried out, her small hands holding his hand back. That girl hurried took the chance to help Dale standing on his own. 

“That's none of your fucking business, Y/N.” Harry growled, shoving her away yet didn't make her fall. He looked even more infuriated when the girl helped Dale. Grabbing the girl in the neck, he choked her with one hand only. The unknown lady gripped Harry’s wrist tried to shove him away, but his strangled was so strong that Y/N could see his popping veins in his hand. The poor lady was out of breath, her eyes were enlarged and mouth parted away like a fish.

She could die at the hands of Harry if he kept like that. Y/N screamed for him to release her, she didn't do anything wrong to him after all. 

“Get out of my way.” His venom voice made both the girl shudder before shoving the poor female aside. People started to come out of the room, curious about what was happening. Y/N began to feel anxious about the increasing number of witnesses. She couldn’t let others see this state of him. 

“Marcel, please. You could kill him.” Y/N ventured herself to taking a step closer to Harry, whispered to his ear, hoping that Marcel would listen to her. Yet, he didn't. He still punching and kicking Dale's body showing no mercy – like the devil if they want to. 

“What the fuck, Harry!” 

Y/N tilted her head to the sound, eyes stared at Niall who was running to them. He did his best to pull his friend away to get out of that place before the security came, or the worst, people began to record him. Harry, of course, tried to let his body loose while Niall still holding his body tight. While Niall dragged him out, Y/N tried to talk to him; calling for Harry to fight Marcel over his body. He began to calm down when they were out. Good things there was no doorman to be found, so no one was suspicious.

“We’ll go home, thank you for your help, Niall.” She thanked him, “I wouldn’t know what to do if you didn’t show up at the right time.” 

“No problem, if you have any difficulties with him, don’t hesitate to call me.” Niall nodded and then paused, like there was something he was considering. “I assumed you know who he is right now?” Stupid! Harry had told him she already knew. 

Y/N just bobbed her head slightly, confirming what Niall asked. “I do.” 

Niall sighed, “That’s good then. At least a small burden had lifted from him.” 

“It’s not easy for him, Niall.” 

“I know.” 

She excused herself and Harry after thanked him one last time. During the walk back to the parking lot, Y/N gripped Harry’s arm tightly yet not too hard. She didn’t know who she was holding now. If it was Harry, she might feel relieved. But if it was Marcel, she must be careful and tried to bring Harry back to her side. 

“Harry, are you in there?” she asked lowly. His face was still hard, yet not too scary like earlier. The way he gave her no response made her heart beating fast. Marcel obviously still in there.

“Marcel, do you want to talk about it?” Y/N inquired once more, sighing afterwards when he ignored her. The moment when they reached his car, he didn’t open her door like usual, just straight forward to his door. He stared at her lazily when she was still standing in front of his car, did nothing but only watched him. 

“Get inside, Y/N. You’re an adult, aren’t you? Open the damn door by yourself.” He scoffed before climbed in. She got inside without saying a word. The air and atmosphere were too thick to cut when Y/N put her safety belt on whilst Harry turned on the ignition. Out of nowhere, he suddenly grimaced and dropped his head on the steering wheel, made her winced when he hit the dashboard with his other hand tugged his roots. 

“Are you okay? Talk to me, please.” She mumbled, looking at him with full concern. She didn’t know what to do, and to whom she was speaking now. 

“I’m sorry about that.” Harry said after being silent for one minute. He lifted his head, gripping the wheel with both of his hands before averted his gaze to her. She couldn’t distinguish if it was Harry or Marcel she was looking at. His voice wasn’t heavy as before, yet calmer but his irises were still a little bit darker. His face showed no anger at all. 

“It’s fine, H. Thank you for sticking up for me.” 

“He called you slut. It’s not fine, darling.” He shook his head, “He made me mad, too. Accusing me of not being able to defend myself.”

“But yes, I shouldn’t make him almost die, should I?” Harry threw her a smile, a sickening smile that Y/N didn’t know what it meant. 

“Can I ask you something, Harry?” she murmured. Little did he knew, Y/N observed Harry’s gesture all the time once she was inside the car. From the way he spoke and looked at her, she had trouble guessing who he was. 

“Anything, darling.” He shrugged, smiling sweetly at her. The sweet that could turn into a poison at any time, and Y/N must anticipate it. 

“How come Dale still bothering you? It looks like you can’t escape from him.” 

“Dale is still a child and always be. Maybe he thinks it’s cool even though it’s been years and we’ve grown up. He still needs his toy since he doesn’t have any other. He’s so wrong if he thinks I’m still his toy.” His voice flat, steady – while his eyes looked at her, “But you’re wrong, I can escape from him if… he’s the one who escapes himself from… me.” 

“All right,” she nodded, “Do you think you’re sober enough? I can drive if you don’t want to.” 

“I’m very much sober right now, baby.” He grinned, “But…” 

His sentence stopped in the mid-air as he leaned to her, both of their eyes locking to each other. Cupped her chin, his eyes now looked at her lips. Y/N felt his hot breath swept across her face, rich in the smell of the alcoholic drinks he had earlier. Along with their touching noses, Y/N tilted her head and allowed her mouth to be infiltrated by his tongue. Her lips tasting his chapped ones.

The dry of his lips made her tongue quickly moisten his lips. The clicking sound of their lips was louder than the sound of car engines, her moan became the second thing that was heard. Harry grabbed her bum, bring her to rest on his lap. Y/N carefully moved without touching anything, she didn’t want unintentionally pressed the horn or moving the steering wheel. She felt his hardened bulge right below her centre, if she pulled down her panties and Harry unbuttoned his trouser, his length would be bury inside of her immediately. Slowly yet confidently, he led her to grind on him with lips still attached to each other, his hand squeezing her bum and the other one slipped inside her dress to rub her back. 

“Oh fuck.” He moaned, “Oh my fuck!” 

They could both say they were sober, but still intoxicated. Harry cursed every time her grind became aggressively harder, made him pulled the recliner so Y/N could move freely however she wanted. He growled when Y/N detached her lips from him. Both of them was running out of breath, lips wet and swollen. Her eyes squinted seeing something different from Harry’s face now; he looked a little strange. Like there was something he wanted to tell. His persona was colder and darker. Hell, he was like that since they were walked away from the club. 

“I can escape from him if… he’s the one who escapes himself from… me” 

“Escape from... me.”  

Her eyes widened after realising something. 

Marcel 

He was Marcel.

Marcel was the one in front of her right now. 

Marcel was the one whom she kissed.

“Hey, why you stopped?” his voice calm, heavier and a little faster. She couldn’t be wrong. This was Marcel. But why he was so gentle with her? Why? Why wasn’t he rude and arrogant?  “Baby, why you’re spacing out?” asked him with the fake sweet voice while fingers stroking her hair. Y/N still had her eyes on him.

What game was he playing now?

He couldn’t know that Y/N knew of who he was… 

“No, I... I just overwhelmed by you. You’re so beautiful.” She imposed a smile, touching his lips. 

She would play along with the game? How treacherous! – her inner goddess shook her head.  

“Beautiful? I am no beautiful, darling.” He smirked, “I am your sinful.” 

Y/N gasped when Harry kissed her all of a sudden. She was a little reluctant to kiss him back – she knew she wasn’t kissing Harry, but Marcel. Yet, she didn’t want to cause any suspicion. 

He’s still Harry, you fool girl. It’s the same lips you kiss, just he was more or less different! Her inner goddess rolled her eyes, folding her arms.

It was very contrast. Harry kissed her with so much tenderness, meanwhile Marcel was a bit rough. Yet, both of them was aggressive. 

“Kiss me, baby.” He muttered after releasing her now swollen lips, squeezing her bum roughly. Even if her mind and heart refused, her body couldn’t deny the lust lingering around them. 

She bit her lip before her finger pulled his cross necklace – made him pulled towards her. Their lips were an only mere inch apart. Knowing his eyes were fixated on her, Y/N chose to play with his cross pendant. She whimpered when he kissed her again, teasing her soft lips with his tip tongue before barged into her mouth. She was hesitant in the beginning yet she kissed him back, tried to make herself comfortable with Marcel. After all, he was part of Harry. They couldn’t be separated. They couldn’t yet be separated. . .

Please excuse some errors. Chat me here!

[timetravelersdoctor]

Old friend?

Thank you @snowstuckytrail for the prompt hope you enjoy!

Pixel was setting up his computer to play a new game. His parents deemed him old enough to play online and got him a new computer to celebrate pixels 16th birthday. Pixel loved his new device especially since he opened this gift during his party and got to share the excitement with all his friends. Well almost all his friends.

He sighs as he looks at a childhood picture of him and his best friend jives. He remembers all the stuff they did together and how much fun they had. Unfortunately jives moved away when they were ten and they sadly lost contact. Pixel shakes his head and returns his focus on getting the game set up so he can join his first online game.

After getting set up he turns on his headphones and begins to hear people chatter. He turns on his mic and gives a slightly nervous greeting "h-hello?" He hears people reply "sup" "hi!" And a "new to online gaming?" He answers a yes. "Well then newbie you can be on my team I'll show you the ropes of this game oh andthe names rocky" they start a game of capture the flag. "So what happens in capture the flag is that if you get hit with the ammo (which is from a paint ball gun) you're out and you respawn at the flag point. We have to keep our flag safe while trying to get their flag got it?" "Yes thank you" "no problem" pixel and rocky are interrupted by a voice "is that a newbie? Wanna hear some jokes?" Pixel says "sure why not?"

Through the game the stranger is cracking jokes making pixel laugh. When the game is over rocky states "that was pretty good playing newbie." Pixel thanks him the funny stranger speaks"hey we never got your name. What do you want to be called?" Pixel thinks and remembers a childhood nickname form his friend and decides to use it "pixie. It's a childhood nickname" "childhood nickname?" "Yeah my friend always called me that before he moved" the stranger is silent for a while. "You wouldn't happen to have called this person jevees in retaliation would you?"

Pixel shock says "Yeah I did how did you know that?" " pixie that was me I'm jevees." Pixel slowly states "no way... Prove it lets trade numbers and send me a picture!" They do just than after making sure no one else could hear them." No way jives! I haven't talked or seen you since we were like ten!" "It's me alright. Let's catch up with what we've missed yeah?" "Yes I have so many things to talk about!" So they did.

Was that okay? I hope you enjoyed it and it's good.

[svmmerdays]

( 01 / muse 2 / cis male & he/him ) contrary to what the campers might tell you, that’s not timothee chalamet. that’s kc thain! this is their 6th year working here and they’re a counselor. they’re 23, and i just found out during ice breakers they’re a sagittarius. at first they might seem pretty oblivious, but they’re actually really creative. when they have down time, you can usually catch them getting high on the roof. try to get to know them for yourself this summer!

MEET THE MUN.  i expect i’ll be able to solve a lot of my problems once my baby brain falls out & my adult brain grows in

hello all, my name is pepper and i have never been on time for anything in my life skjsdkj i feel like all my intros start that way but it’s simply a fact, i cannot tell time. that said i just got off from work so !!! this time i have a bit of an excuse. but omg Anyways, i am v excited for this rp, like i’ve already said in the gc,,, your girls never been to camp so i am LIVING FOR THIS! a bit about me ~cAmP tHEMED~ kinda, i have never actually gone camping but i really wanna go glamping one time so hit me up if you’re interested, whenever i am in the wilderness bugs like to try to fly directly into my eyes and idk why although i do have a theory i was an exterminator in a past life or something and now they’re getting their revenge for the their fallen ancestors yk?? i hate marshmallows because when i was like six some girl told me that gelatin was made of horse hooves and i believed her and i have not really eaten a marshmallow since with the exception of the one time i microwaved a smore in my microwave when i was like eight? but then again when i was really young i used to think god looked like king triton so i’m a gullible hoe y’all i’ll believe anything. but okay i think that’s enough, moving on to the man of the hour, kronk child thain!

BIO. what do people do when they’re not stoned?  drug tw !

 kc was an accident. and honestly, he was probably a bit too aware of that way too early. to start, when kc was conceived kc’s father was married to his mother’s best friend. and well, that’s not usually the kind of thing that you do on purpose. furthermore kc was conceived in a bounce house at his half older brother’s first birthday party. again, not the kind of thing you plan. you might ask how and why kc knows this information, and that would be the third reason why kc knows with absolute surety he was an accident. because his mother has been telling him all of this frankly intimate and scarring information with absolutely no shame pretty much from the moment kc could comprehend the words coming out of her mouth, and honestly likely before that. and well, that isn’t exactly the behavior of a woman who planned to have kids is it. at least not in kc’s mind. 

frankly moira thain has been treating kc like more than a pet than a son pretty much from the moment kc can remember. she didn’t treat him badly by any means. she just wasn’t really a mom. she was a weird older friend who whined until kc made her breakfast and left for days on end to go to music festivals. she was the kind of friend who teased you ruthlessly rather than offering any good advice and embarrassed you just for fun. the kind of friend who shrugged when you asked them for help with your homework and who none of your other friends (or their parents) really liked. honestly, she was kind of a bad friend if kc was honest but he doesn’t know what else to compare her to. for a long, long time his mother, as unusual as she was, was all he had. that was until kc was about seven and he didn’t even have that anymore. 

when kc was seven a lot of shit went down at once. to start, his mother nearly overdosed, and that was the big thing. it was a traumatizing experience overall as that kind of thing would be for a seven year old, but kc would like to think he handled it like a champ. called the police, made sure his mother didn’t choke on her own vomit, and all that. but CPS was called and kc was promptly shipped out to live with a father had never met, which went as well as could be expected (refer to how and when kc was conceived above). kc stayed with them for all of six months, but well, all kc really had to do was breathe to completely ruin their marriage. even if kace was a bit dull at times even he understood that. so he wasn’t surprised when 'the boys trip’ his father took him on ended up just being a complicated ruse to dump him at his grandfather’s house for as long as he could get away with. considering it was near the end of the school year, it was a while.

now at that point as you can imagine kc was pretty drained emotionally. his mother was officially in rehab. his dad didn’t want him around. his stepmother and half siblings treated him like some kind of leper. and all of this happened within less than a year. that’s a lot for anyone to take let alone a seven year old. little kc was filled to the brim with a lot of emotions he didn’t know what to do with so for the most part he had shut down. barely spoke unless spoken to. very rarely smiled or expressed any sort of emotion really. his grandfather played a big part in fixing that. 

grandpa thain lived in a cottage in the forest and worked for a camp not too far from his cabin. he dealt with the upkeep of the grounds during the school year as well as some handyman duties when needed. and for the most part he dragged his grandson along with him as his ‘assistant’. which mostly meant that kc pulled out the weeds his grandfather told him to or passed him the tools he asked for. just simple things like that. but to kc’s surprise he really liked it. he also really liked living with his grandfather in the middle of nowhere and being able to hear the birds in the morning or take naps in fields. 

kc’s father paid for his first summer at dagwood. his half siblings came to the camp as well, in fact they had been coming longer than kc had. however, at the end of the summer, unlike his eager half siblings, kc didn’t want to leave again. dagwood had become this safe have for him of sorts, a place where he was slowly able to heal at his own pace, and he knew the moment he went back to his father’s house he would be returning to an environment he was unwanted. his grandfather made it so he didn’t have to return at all by offering to take kc in permanently. 

it took some time and a lot of legal paperwork but kc’s grandfather ended up becoming his legal guardian. his grandfather home schooled him to the best of his capability during the school year, and during the summer’s kc attended camp dagwood and helped out his grandfather in whatever way he could. he continued to do so even after he turned eighteen, even going as far as to help out in between the online art school classes that he decided to take on a whim. his grandfather regretfully had to retire from dagwood, after working every day since the camps opening day. he retired with a lot of pride and kc is really proud of him honestly, and he has every plan to take his grandfather’s place once he gets promoted from counsellor. his grandfather insists that he doesn’t need to, and that he wants kc to do whatever he wants to do but kc is too stubborn and loyal to hear any of it. he’s determined to continue the legacy his grandfather is so proud of, and stay at the place that brought him so much comfort and peace, even though honestly it’s probably not the best thing for him. it’s honestly probably time for kc to move on to bigger and better things but he hasn’t realized that yet so until then, dagwood it is. 

PERSONALITY. me as a hotel receptionist: *greets guests by playing hotel california but cutting it off right before they say california*

LOYAL. listen if you’re kc’s friend he would die for you and that’s just a fact. he is honestly loyal to fault. he will screw himself over for his friends because he’s dumb. theyt won’t even ask him to do it! he’ll do it anyways! he’s a fool 

STUBBORN. not in an obvious way like generally kc is very flexible, go with the flow? will generally not hold an opinion in most arguments and is pretty happy to follow rather than lead. but when it comes to things that kc is passionate about?? oof. a bulldozer couldn’t move him. he’s a pain in the ass.

OBLIVIOUS. he’s a fool. kc will be the last one to know about his own damn feelings. kc will be the last one to know about anyone else’ feelings too. it could be so obvious. SO SO DAMN OBVIOUS, and yet kc??? has no idea. he’s that scene from juno where juno’s like ‘i like you’ and michael cera’s like ‘as a friend?’ jkdsdjk

CREATIVE. the only thing kc’s good at is creating things. he can make pretty much anything if he puts his mind to it. probably makes his own clothes honestly. can mend and repair yours. just as a weird brain tbh, if you ever want a different perspective on something go to kc because he’ll say something so wild sdjkdfkj 

COMPASSIONATE. a kind boy tbh. wouldn’t hurt a fly. catches spiders in his hands and takes them outside. is a vegetarian. will listen to your problems any time and at least offer help even if he has no idea what to do. 

LAZY. will fall asleep standing up with his eyes open. has fallen asleep on buses and ended up in different states. is terrible when it comes to getting up in the morning. eats his breakfast half asleep every day. like he’s a hard worker when it comes down to it, but if the options are playing with the campers or taking a nap in a warm patch of sun kc knows what he’s choosing... honestly kc is good with little kids but he would vastly prefer his grandfathers job, cause his gramps just worked by himself for the most part, and working with kids is so much more exhausting rip. 

HEADCANNONS. you’re in her dms im daydreaming about her on public transport we are not the same. 

loves all branches of art honestly, is also a big fan of music. can play the guitar, the drums and bass, all skills he mostly picked up on his own while being home schooled by his grandfather. tends to be rather humble about it but he’s actually pretty talented. will play the acoustic guitar by the campfire, is one hundred percent that guy 

when doing art activity counselling kc has the energy of that one pottery guy from tiktok always. like that’s kc straight up. 

has a bunch of tattoos that are mostly doodles that he made himself, sometimes doodles his friends have made too if he likes them enough. will put pretty much anything on body and tends to think of it as his canvas. wants to be that old man covered head to toe in tats by the time he’s ninety. 

has been stung by wasps on fourteen different occasions over the years. literally kc has been stung every summer since he’s come here and it’s pretty much tradition at this point. like he hates it, but if too long goes by without him being stung he starts to get paranoid. 

loves to climb things like trees and buildings. chills out in the branches/on top of roofs a LOT. would be the guy to fall asleep in a hammock and get a mustache drawn on his face by the campers. honestly that has probably happened. 

jewish! kc’s religion wasn’t really a big part of his life when he was living with his mother but by the time he moved in with his grandfather that changed. they go to the synagogue together and everything even if it’s a bit out of the way. 

might be narcoleptic honestly. is sleeping 99% of the time. if you don’t know where kc is check his bed tbh

will never tell anyone what kc stands for honestly, he thinks it’s amusing for people to guess. will answer to any version of k____ c____ you call him though. also accepts kace which is just a nickname for a pair of initials but skjsdm still he will answer to it 

a hard worker even if he doesn’t look it. weirdly functional while working high? kc is one of those people who you never know is high cause he just acts as he normally does for the most part. 

that said he is the most focused and like alert when drawing or painting or doing anything with his hands. takes his art incredibly seriously. has probably drawn up a mural for the camp, and literally stayed up three days and three nights to do it. very talented but doesn’t really think he’s talented enough to do anything with it? could get into art school if he tried, but he’s too loyal to ever leave his grandfather or the camp behind to do it. 

very good at wood working surprisingly. this boy will make you a sexy ass chair. honestly kc is one of the those frustrating people who like you show him how to do something creative one time and he’s got it, his brain has tapped into it, he remembers. but don’t worry, give him one math problem and he completely shuts down sdkjsdjk 

hates wearing shoes. will take his shoes off the moment he has the opportunity. straight up leaves his shoes places and then’ll be like ??? fuck where did i put those ??? 

can cook surprisingly well. makes bomb weed brownies but like just in general kace makes good food. always forgets to grocery shop until his fridge is empty though

dresses like a hippie. his general aesthetic makes it look like he was in nineties movie. wears wire rimmed glasses because they were his grandfather’s and he’s too broke to buy new frames. most hipsters see him and are like !!! cause they think he’s one of them but kc knows nothing about movies or coffee or like... anything but art really so they’re pretty quickly disappointed. 

used to have hella long hair when he was younger, like he was usually picked on for looking kind of girly because of it. didn’t really care that much, or at least convinced himself he didn’t really care that much eventually. was glad when he got home schooled though cause at least then he didn’t have to deal with that anymore, 

has a scar through his eyebrow from when he fell out of a tree his first summer. 

has several ear piercings. 

i forgot to mention, kc’s mother used to be a drug dealer before her overdose but he doesn’t really know what she does now. he doesn’t talk to her very often but he talks to his dad even less. whenever his mom contacts him it’s cause she’s gotten out of rehab and needs money. kc will usually give it to her because he’s soft. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.  it takes me 3-7 business days to process my feelings

i am so tired so we’re doing this in a blob but i would love LOVE some exes from summers past, some ex flings, his first bf/gf, idk his first kiss would also be cool, someone who hates him like maybe an enemy or an old rival of some sort? an old stupid rivalry from when they were campers that they still can’t let go of now? just sayin. uh, an fwb or ewb situation maybe, another childhood friend would be cute, an opposites attract situation like i would love for kc to have a dynamic with someone who really has their shit together yk like completely different from his sleepy ass, a smoking buddy maybe! a family friend! godsibling! first love! someone who kc accidentally set on fire with a flaming marshmallow when they were thirteen! anything and everything please and thank you. 

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Killer Queen: Chapter 8 - Scandal

Summary: Life is easy when things go your way. I know this from experience. I also know that that can disappear in an instant and that you have to be able to rely on your friends. Luckily my name is Arabella Ruth White and I’m the fifth marauder. But I want to show you the girl behind the mask. It takes a lot of work to be this fabulous, darling.

A/N: If I got any information about Diwali incorrect, please let me know so I can change it. I'm not Hindu and all of my research was done online and I dread to think how reliable that actually is. Also, happy late Diwali since it wasn't that long ago. That's a lie but let me have this, please.

Drunk Ruth is the funniest thing I've written in a while also more writers need to try writing drunk narrators for their stories because some wack shit comes out of that. Bonus points if alcohol is not featured in the scene at all. Double bonus points if you're writing in the third person. Extra double bonus points if the narrator almost reveals important events that haven't happened yet (could be used as a plot device). The drunkenness was definitely not inspired by the amount of Echo Falls I had last night.

Me?? Including my feminist shit in my stories?? More likely than you think. Please don't start arguing over abortion in the comments though, please. Thank you kindly. I just felt the need to yeet in my opinions about it after all the shit that happened in the USA. 

Sorry for not updating for about six months. It is a bit ridiculous, I know, but oh well. Half-term ended up being a lot busier than anticipated and I had a lot of writer's block and procrastination when I finally got around to writing this. And I did my research and Diwali actually fell on Sirius's birthday in 1975. You would not believe how happy I was about that. If you caught the Brooklyn Nine-Nine reference I love you. The title for this chapter came from Queen's 1989 album, The Miracle. 

Word Count: 3.2k+ (hopefully that makes up for the delay)

Inspiration: You Can’t Make Me Love You by -FromEden- on Wattpad, All The Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 on AO3, The Boy Who Killed God by @sirius-black-killed-god 

Warning(s): talk of pregnancy and abortion, underage drinking (although it’s in the UK so it’s fine lmao), swearing

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Never before had Diwali fell on and around Sirius's birthday. James had joked about it many a time in the past but the look on his face when he discovered the date of the next new moon in Astronomy was one of surprise and amusement. This meant Sirius's usual birthday celebrations - a.k.a. a ridiculous party - would have to be slightly altered. Not that the birthday boy minded an awful lot. He was rather fond of the traditions involved and his face lit up like the diyas themselves. The day before had been spent creating Rangoli patterns on the floor of their room, Kingsley thankfully not minding as it was part of James's culture. Also, as it had been a Hogsmede weekend, we spent the majority of the day following James around so he could buy new things for the Hindu new year. And also to get Sirius's birthday presents when he was too distracted by the games in Zonko's. 

James's parents had sent a huge box fall of diyas, all varying in colour and size, that had required four owls to carry. Along with it was a lovely heartfelt letter to all of us, reminding to stay safe and revise and all that, but to also have fun with whatever we were getting up to. James definitely teared up at one point but he remained in denial. Silly billy.

Now, after knowing James for a good four years, my knowledge of Hinduism was rather extensive, if I do say so myself. So according to James, Diwali lasts for five days with different festivities on each day. This year, it had started on Halloween so as soon as we returned from our epic prank, we quickly set up with the help of a spell or two and then let James do his thing. The same pattern repeated until now, which was the fourth day of the celebrations and James's favourite day, in his not-so-humble opinion.

Last night had been spent by setting off as many fireworks as we could possibly do, using the fact that it was Diwali to our advantage. They couldn't exactly tell us off for celebrating a festival, right? 

Today was the first day of the Hindu New Year so, of course, we had stayed up last night to welcome it properly. This meant we were all a little tired, especially since we woke up a little earlier too.

The night to come appeared to be rather busy so, while Peter went to get some breakfast for us all, we set up the new diyas, cleared the ones that had burned out last night and fixed the slightly smudged rangoli patterns. Once James had declared everything good enough for tonight - which, as you can imagine, took quite some time - we headed down for our first lesson of the day.

Fucking Herbology.

Sirius did, on many occasions throughout that lesson claim that since it was his birthday, he legally didn't have to be there because he was "Sirius McFucking Black and no man can tell me what to do from this day forward".

Unfortunately for him, Professor Sprout was no man and in fact a very angry woman who "will still give you detention Mr Black if you continue with that language in my classroom".

Suddenly, a petite, barn owl flew in the classroom with a letter in its beak. This could only mean one thing: an escape route. I rapidly tapped on the arms of the boys, not once taking my eyes off of the owl, "Teacher owl, teacher owl, teacher owl, teacher owl."

They all snapped their heads up to look at said owl, who was now perched on Sprout's desk. The teacher took the note - the owl took its leave - and she read it carefully, squinting. A look of both gratitude and distaste made its way onto her face. Definitely for one of us, then. The boys seemed to think the same as I was met with excitement and intrigued looks when I turned to them.

"White!" Sprout's voice boomed throughout the greenhouse, holding up the letter. Groans of disappointment rippled throughout the class and people started going back to their work. She handed me the letter and I opened it without haste.

Dear Miss White,

Please go to my office right away. This is a matter of urgency. You are not in trouble but this does, however, concern your family.

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore.

P.S. I have been rather fond of chocolate frogs lately.

Now, unsurprisingly, I had received enough of these notes in the past to know that the whole chocolate frog thing was just a hint for the password. Not very subtle but oh well. The matter at hand was obviously what the fuck this was about. I wasn't in trouble for starters which was, quite frankly, weird. A million possibilities ran through my mind as to what this could be about. It involved my family and was serious. Did someone die? Merlin forbid it but at the current state of the wizarding world, I couldn't help but consider it. It was certainly a possibility, as much as I wished it wasn't.

"What does it say then?" James asked in an extremely disheartened tone.

"I need to go and see ye olde Dumbledore. Doesn't say why," I started packing up my stuff to leave.

"Someone's in trouble!" Sirius said in a sing-song voice that made me want to punch him in the face.

"No, it clearly says I'm not in trouble, you dickhead!" I yelled as I smugly strolled out of the greenhouse.

"Bitch!"

"Twat!"

"Prick!"

"Wanker!" I ran out as quickly as I could after that, leaving Sirius to get into trouble with Sprout. That was my birthday present for him. I practically sprinted to Dumbledore's office, every cell in my body bursting with curiosity. Once I arrived, I pretty much fell into his office from pure exhaustion. Exercise and I were not on good terms. I picked myself up from my mostly ungraceful entrance to see two people already sitting opposite the headteacher. 

"Ah, Arabella, glad to see you received my note. Take a seat," Dumbledore greeted me and gestured to the chair closest to me. I cautiously took it and only then did I get to finally see who I had the pleasure of having this meeting with. None other than the Head Girl and Boy. Or otherwise known as my cousin and her boyfriend. Melanie and Filip. The golden students of Hogwarts. Everybody idolised them and for good reason. Seemingly perfect, they were the Athena and Apollo of our school. Smart but not bookworms. Kind but not pushovers. Beautiful but not vain. So it was no surprise to anyone when the titles they held were bestowed upon them. I, for one, did not believe in soulmates but Melanie and Filip came pretty damn close. Melanie was the daughter of my mother's twin sister. Two years older than me although I think I had corrupted her more than she had me. The type of cousin that you only saw once in a blue moon but when you did, all hell broke loose and you had the time of your lives. I knew very little of Filip but his reputation of being an all-around nice guy preceded him for miles. Their presence was some form of comfort to me because I couldn't possibly be in trouble if they were here too.

"May I ask what this is about?" I looked around the room for it had fallen silent. Melanie uncharacteristically refused to look at anything other than her lap. Filip was gazing off into the distance as if he was a model. Dumbledore was just being Dumbledore so no changes there, not that I expected any.

"Melanie, would you like to explain?" the headmaster asked to which the girl in question frantically shook her head.

"I can't," her voice, no louder than a whisper, broke halfway through. My heart instantly dropped, this couldn't possibly be good. She was usually so strong, so independent. I didn't recall ever seeing her cry so this must be a big deal. Filip grasped her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Filip?" Dumbledore tried a different strategy. 

Clearly struggling with his words, he ended up just murmuring, "Melanie's pregnant."

And so it seemed that even the finest china you had ever seen could be chipped. Misfortune would always be lurking somewhere in the shadows, ready to strike at any given moment. Nobody was ever safe from it, not even the few angels who walked among us. Out of all of my friends, Melanie would be one of the last I would suspect of being pregnant. This list of friends included my male friends so that was saying something. 

But at the same time, who was I to judge her? It wasn't as if I was a virgin either. That ship sailed a long time ago. She was allowed to do whatever (and whoever, if you know what I mean) she wanted. Providing she wanted this to happen. Not the baby but the cause of it. Some people can be absolute twats sometimes but if the father was indeed Filip, surely that wasn't the case.

Regardless of how it occurred, they now had to work out what they were going to do about it. Would they be expelled? Arrested? They were both 17 and therefore adults in the wizarding world. They would be fine, right?

"Ari?" Melanie spoke up, audibly calmer than before and much more like the Melanie I knew and loved, "Say something please."

Only then did I realise that my rather extensive thought track meant that I had not yet said anything. "Sorry, I just- what are you planning to do about it?" That was my top priority for I needed to know how to support her. I couldn't care less about her decision but I did care about her.

"Wait, you're not mad?" relief visibly flooded every cell in her body like a waterfall. I hated that she had been expecting anger and disgust when I would never be like that towards her, even if I wanted to.

"Darling, of course, I'm not mad! These things happen, OK? I just need to know what you want to do about it."

She bit her lip and exchanged a quick glance with Filip, who had been gradually relaxing since I had first spoken, "We're not sure just yet if I'm honest. I was wondering what you had to say on the matter?"

"I will support you no matter what," I answered truthfully, "You want to have the baby? You have the baby! I will be that aunt who corrupts it as much as possible and you know it. But if you're not ready then just abort it! No one will hate you if you do, it's just a fetus the size of a grain of rice for crying out loud! It's entirely up to you, my dear."

"Well said," Melanie smiled slightly. Dumbledore cleared his throat and we all turned to him.

"Just as Arabella kindly put it, you do indeed have the choice. The baby won't be due until August and, seeing as you will no longer be at Hogwarts by then and will both be 18, you hold the right to keep it."

A long, rather awkward silence ensued, which was understandable given the situation. Melanie's glazed eyes told me she was deep in thought but a small, impatient part of me just wanted to break her from her trance, shake her up and down and yell at her to make a decision. I told myself to shut the fuck up because this was a huge decision to make and could potentially affect the rest of her life. Regardless of her choice, this would become something that would certainly loom over everything for a while at least. Besides, it was easy for me to tell her to hurry up because I wasn't going to be the one to raise the damn child. Or children. Twins were common in our family. Luke and Rhea for example. And my mum and Melanie's mum too.

"I'm going to keep it," Melanie whispered. I almost missed it due to the voices inside my head. I still didn't believe it.

"Really?" I asked, sounding a lot more incredulous than I intended.

"Yeah, I, sorry, we," she squeezed Filip's hand back, "We always knew we would have kids after Hogwarts, so why not get a head start?"

I had to admit she made a valid point and, if the look on Filip's face was anything to go by, this baby would grow up having two loving parents. Though, I couldn't ignore my instincts screaming at me to stop her, to tell her that this was a bad idea, to tell her that this wasn't going to go according to plan because nothing ever does. Even while I watched Dumbledore promise to hide the pregnancy. Even while I watched their faces of glee at the realisation that they were going to be parents. Even while I said my goodbyes and left the office. Even then I stayed silent. Because who was I to try and control my cousin's body?

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The second lessons ended for the day, Minnie collected James so she could take him to the Mandir in Edinburgh, as worship and seeing family was an important part of Diwali. He wouldn't be back until after dinner so we spent the time 'studying' to get Remus off of our backs and then set up for the party later on. Without Sirius looking of course. Although I must say getting him to bugger off for a while was easier than expected and may or may not have involved an extreme game of fetch. Let's just say that Snivellus wasn't all that pleased to find me lobbing his beloved textbook down the stairs.

All of the stairs.

Personally, I found it hilarious but Lily had a slight difference of opinion. Even when I tried to defend myself and call it my other birthday present to Sirius.

Regardless, it got one of my crackhead friends out of my hair for a while. We managed to hang banners from the ceiling, enchant a disco ball to whizz around like a not-as-dangerous bludger and cast a spell that meant glitter would just hover in the air to give the common room a glitzy feel to it.

Perfect for Sirius's sixteenth birthday. Although that concept alone was a little hard to comprehend. The fact that he had the mental age of a six-year-old was seriously convincing me that his birth certificate was wrong. That would explain a lot except he was still a fucking tall bastard. Although seen as I was only five feet one, everyone was tall compared to me. Apart from Alice, the fucking midget. She may or may not be only half an inch shorter than me but that half an inch made all the difference ('That half an inch made all the difference': title of Marlene's sex tape). 

Moving on, the party itself started at around 9 so as to give everyone enough time to get ready. In that time, I managed to throw on a silver glittery jumpsuit with flowy legs and matching heels, do my hair and makeup and put on my accessories; all of which take longer than you first expect. An animated look was painted onto Sirius's face when we gave him permission to open his eyes and see what we had definitely put effort into creating for him. 'Permission' seems like a strong word until you learn that we had to hex his eyes shut to prevent premature peeking. We know him too well.

We had David Bowie records blasting from my poor record player all night, and while I tried to sneak in a couple of Queen ones every now and then, James just reprimanded me, saying that "it should be up to the birthday boy" and that "I would get my turn in a few weeks anyway". To which I did what I do best and sulked next to the drinks table by myself, thinking of ways to piss James off that I would almost certainly forget by the time I was sober. I was coming up with ways to fuck up the wanker's beloved broom while having a few gulps of what I believed was firewhiskey, when Remus approached me, tension oozing from every part of him. He grabbed the rest of my drink, downed it all in one go without a trace of a grimace, before turning to me and huffing deeply.

"What's up, buttercup?" Okay, so I might not have been entirely sober enough to deal with can-and-will-kill-you-if-you-do-so-much-as-breathe Remus but I'd be damned if I didn't give it a good go. Besides he wouldn't dare murder me. He loves me but he's bloody terrified at the same time, the same goes for pretty much everyone now I think about it. 

Okay back to the issue at hand. Remus just gave me one of those looks that pierces your soul so sharply that you have to look down to make sure you haven't just been stabbed. Once I got past that armour of I-know-your-entire-life-story-and-I-would-sell-it-for-half-a-pizza-and-a-milkshake, I found a look of such hopelessness that I found myself unwillingly sobering up slightly, "Darling, what's going on?" I leaned in, knowing full well that he was going to be as quiet as possible with his reply. God, I know too much about these crackheads.

Of course, I was right with this assumption as he mumbled, "I got into a fight with Idania," he looked at me with a sorrow that I wasn't used to seeing in any of my friends, let alone at a party.

But I could only see red because I don't care you the fuck you are if you hurt any of my friends then you better fucking pray for your life. Jaw visibly clenched, voice dangerously quiet, "Where is she?" My temper was inches away from bubbling over when he didn't respond, "Where the fuck is she, Remus?"

I made to move, tunnel vision without even knowing what happened, but he grabbed my arm first, an iron grip from years of stopping me from launching punches at certain people, "No, Ruth. I wouldn't let you even if I knew where she was." He stared at me in a way that was scarily reminiscent of McGonagall and I knew I couldn't just leave him like that.

"What happened then?" I was trying my hardest to calm down and decided that my best shot was to drink some more.

"She saw some of my scars and asked where I got them from and I wouldn't say and it just escalated from there. What was I supposed to say? There's nothing you can say in that situation that won't worry her," he sighed and gulped another drink down.

I furrowed my brows, concentrating on thinking of a solution, though nothing came to mind. He had a point after all, what do you say when that happens? It all comes down to violence in one way or another and you can never not stress someone out with a cause of pain. "She'll come round if she's worth keeping."

A tiny flicker of hope danced in his eyes, minuscule but still there, "I hope to Merlin you're right."

"Honey, same," I pushed a cup of something into his hand and grabbed one for myself," But for now, we can get pissed off our asses and worry about this tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Oh fuck yes."

[purplesurveys]

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by skiassurveys

1. How has covid affected you? It robbed me of few months’ worth of memories in my last year in college, my graduation, travel plans, employment prospects, a 22nd birthday with friends. Fortunately, other than a mutual friend, I personally don’t know anyone who has gotten the virus.

2. What is a comfort show of yours? Friends, without a doubt. If I need a pick me up I just look up a scene on YouTube and I’m bound to feel better in seconds.

3. Are you open about your past or do you not let anyone in? I’m pretty open about my past as long as people ask the right questions that would make me want to open up that can of worms lol. But I’m very secretive about the present and if I’m currently going through something, I tend to be selfish when it comes to opening up. I don’t like being completely vulnerable, and I leave those last few bits of vulnerability to only myself. I can’t even open up on Tumblr in certain instances; it’s just how I am.

4. Favourite fast food joint? Yellow Cab.

5. Do you think we were put on this earth for a reason? I don’t. I don’t put a lot of thought into this, either. It’s just not something I particularly care about. 

6. What is something you have done this year you’re proud of? Finish my thesis. I used to think it was some colossal, nearly-impossible requirement and I never thought I was capable of creating my own. But I got through it and it was such an amazing feeling to see myself and Andrew wrap it up and write our acknowledgments at the very end.

7. Do u ever feel like surveys are usually the same questions? There are definitely questions that come up more often than others, but I’m never super bothered by them. I just try to answer them differently then move on.

8. What were you doing 10 years ago? I was 12, in sixth grade, friendless, suicidal, and was in the biggest mental health slump of my life thus far; so, not doing well.

9. Do you call out Karens when they’re harassing a cashier? I don’t call them out but when it’s my turn to be served, I make it a point to greet them and smile and give them the change, like I do with any cashier – except amplified this time around so they can feel better and not think that every customer is an asshole.

10. Animal crossing, yay or nay? Yay. I don’t play it but I’m certainly not gonna dampen people’s enjoyment by thumbing it down lol. It looks so cute and the challenges look wholesome; that game just can’t hurt anybody haha. But I guess it helps that my favorite characters to play on Mario Kart are Animal Crossing characters, so there’s that.

11. Why do you like to do surveys? It’s a safe space. And I’m very talkative in my head but not in real life, so surveys always serve as an outlet for my thoughts and feelings.

12. Did you ever have a MySpace? I did but I caught they very tail end of its popularity. By the time I joined people were already starting to flock to Facebook, so it wasn’t like I was ever able to do anything fun or worthwhile on Myspace. It was also never as popular in the Philippines too; we were into Friendster a lot more.

13. Do you think breaks are toxic in a relationship? I don’t think things like that work in absolutes. I’m sure breaks work for some, but for others they could also just create more distance and cause a couple to grow apart over time.

14. Do you have a YouTube channel? If no, would you create one? If yes what’s your content? I have one but it’s only so that I can support my favorite channels and subscribe to them, and so that YouTube can tailor my homepage to my interests. If I had to start posting videos, I’d prefer to take it easy and just post chill daily vlogs, nothing that tries too hard; and maybe take part in a taste test every once in a while because I enjoy watching those.

15. Are you a math person? Only up until advanced algebra or geometry. I’ll have to bow out if we have to get into trigonometry or calculus.

16. What’s the worse thing someone has said to you? I’ve been told I was a headache to deal with, heartless, unlovable, ungrateful, lacking a brain. All courtesy of my mom.

17. Have you ever befriended someone because you felt bad? Just once. In Grade 7 there was a new girl who was a bit of a loner, so Gab and I started talking to her so that she wouldn’t be alone during lunch. She didn’t really mix well with us and our dynamic though, so we slowly stopped hanging out with her. I felt bad, but I also didn’t want us to keep faking it with her because it would’ve been unfair to her – at least we tried. I was glad when she finally found her group, which didn’t take long.

18. Would you ever date someone online? I’m not open to it.

19. Have you been ghosted before? Would you ghost someone? I’m pretty sure what I did with Mike is the equivalent of ghosting...oops. I haven’t been ghosted.

20. When do you think things will be normal again? For a second this sounded really accurate about my life and I almost started crying :’’’’)))))) but now I realize you meant to ask about Covid lol. UHHH idk man. I remember back in March thinking this was gonna be over by April, and I had never been more wrong lmao. It’s so hard to tell.

21. Do you watch anime? No.

22. Biggest goal you wanna reach before 2020 is over? Be happy.

23. How old did/do you turn this year? 22.

24. Do you like tiktok? I don’t have the app downloaded but I’ll watch TikTok compilations on Facebook sometimes, and I’ve never had anything bad to say about them. I loooove the ones where people show what they do in their workplace like cleaning laptops, making ice cream cakes, doing pottery, etc., or showing projects that they’ve been working on like cleaning their swimming pool or renovating their bedroom. Those are the most satisfying to watch.

25. Do you ever miss vine? OMG yes. TikTok is entertaining, but the sense of humor that Vine birthed is on another fucking level. Only Vine could’ve made hurricane tortilla, a child, two bros chilling in a hot tub, and no head funny.

26. How are you doing, seriously? Today was one of the easier days. But I’m still hurting. It was just more manageable to breathe today.

27. Is there someone you want to talk to but you know you can’t? Yes.

28. Do you make jokes to cope with your problems? Sometimes, if I’ve already accepted the problem. It’s harder to make light of a situation that I’m still grappling with.

29. Have you ever had someone call you their best friend but you didn’t even consider them a close friend? I don’t think so.

30. Have you ever dealt with a pathological liar? Sure.

31. Long or short surveys? Medium-length to long.

32. If ur in school, are you doing it on zoom or in class? I’m not in school but I can definitely tell you that there aren’t any physical classes happening any time soon, at least in this country. It’s just not safe enough yet.

33. Would you ever have a pet rat? Nope.

34. Favourite memory with your best friend? I like laughing fits with Angela and spending hours at her house doing nothing. With Gabie, I always enjoy eating out with her.

35. Favourite type of content to watch on YouTube? I’ve mentioned them a lot on surveys recently, but it’s definitely Good Mythical Morning. I always turn to them when I’m going through depression so I’m really grateful that they have 1500+ episodes on their main channel and have a bunch of secondary channels with hundreds of videos in each as well. They have no idea how many lives they’ve saved. Other than that, I also like watching Korean reality shows, mukbangs that double as ASMR videos, soothing baking videos, and vlogs from local celebrities heheh.

36. Are you allergic to anything serious? No allergies for me.

37. Dream job? I don’t really have a dream title for now; I just want to eventually end up at the top of the ladder in my chosen career path which is PR.

38. Do you think dreams mean anything? No.

39. Fave clothing brand? Mango or Zara.

40. Do you miss anyone? Painfully.

[oh-mother-of-darkness]

asks (11)

Anonymous said: hello!!! Are you still doing the plushie-fying thing?

I already picked a winner for this round! But I’m sure I’ll do something similar again

Anonymous said: i hope you have a great rest of your day/night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! plus tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well thank you! You’re very sweet <3

Anonymous said: Out of sheer curiosity, how did you come up with the phrase "sweet texas on high"?

Hmmm I’m not sure I could say. It would have happened around the summer of 2014, because that was when I started this blog and had to ditch ‘oh mother of darkness.’ Before then, that’s what I used as a curse. 

That was also around the time I went to college (in Texas), and I don’t know if y'all know this, but like... Texans are crazy. They're so weird. It’s a cult. They’re a hive mind, and you gotta watch your back.

I imagine that right around the time I was looking for a new nonsense curse, I happened to hang out with someone who used “sweet Jesus” as their swear. I’m not allowed to say that for religious purposes, but “Texas” has roughly the same cadence as “Jesus,” and I would have been busy trying learning to navigate the crazy swamp that is my current home, so “sweet texas” probably came from there. That doesn’t have enough syllables though, so I reckon I added a few.

@absolutely-flabbergasted said: okay but why does your mom hate cereal so much

She thinks they’re false advertising, because even the ones that are branded as healthy have a ton of carbs and sugar. She also knows that Dave tends to overeat cereal, and he favors her side of the family, which means he’s predisposed to weight-related health issues. 

Anonymous said: anyway your story about the cinnamon toast crunch is honestly so #relatable? i have six siblings also and we never eat cereal, partially because my mum's allergic to wheat, but partially because that will happen. no food is safe. trust no one

Right?? It’s every kid for themselves as soon as the good food comes in the door

Anonymous said: On your Ace Squad, are you the Ace of Spades? Since there's more Aces than there are suits, do the rest get to be Aces of other stuff? Like Ace of Swords and Ace of Spaghetti and Ace of Really Comfy Slippers?

I mean if you wanna be the Ace of Really Comfy Slippers I’m certainly not gonna stop you

@fairytalecritic said: Do you know, have Damian and Selina ever met? I can't find anything on it if they have. If they haven't, do you have any headcanons for what they're relationship would be like? Bonding over mutual love of cats, maybe?

They have!

Gotham City Sirens #7, I believe. There was also that time when Vicki Vale was trying to pin down everybody’s secret identity and Selina broke into her house to find her notes-- Selina says something like “She’s even got that bratty al Ghul kid on here.”

I don’t think she’s a fan, which is pretty reasonable, all things considered. Selina and Talia hate each other, and I don’t think Selina would have been pleased to find out they have a child together. 

There’s also the fact that Damian was pretty insufferable when he first showed up. I imagine as Damian improved, their opinion of each other would do the same. I don’t know if they’ve had any contact in the n52.

Anonymous said: What is the deal with Cassandra? I know she's part of the Batfamily and was raised by the League of Assassins and wasn't taught to talk (but is apparently otherwise developmentally normal? Okay, comic book psychology) but now apparently can talk or something? I see all this stuff online about how she's the best at everything and the favorite and everyone loves her more than like anyone else and is this accurate or just popular fanon?

Honestly I don’t know what the n52/rebirth has been doing with Cass, but in the old version, she was raised by her birth father, David Cain (a member of the League), without ever hearing anyone talk. Because of that, she learned how to read body language instead. It’s highly unrealistic, but it makes for a fun character design. Because she understands exactly what each movement a person makes means, she’s able to predict their actions, and therefore win pretty much any fight.

She is canonically supposed to be the best fighter in the batfamily.

Cass ran away from the League after she killed a man at age eight. She ended up in Gotham during the No Man’s Land arc, where an earthquake destroyed the city-- she was originally a runner for Babs. In the beginning, she couldn’t talk or read. If I’m remembering this correctly, David Cain became relevant sometime during that arc, and she told them that she was his daughter and then stopped him from assassinating Jim Gordon. Bruce was obviously very interested in a kid that was ex-League, so she stayed on as Batgirl. She said her first word (STOP!) during No Man’s Land, and she gradually learned to read and talk after that.

Her mom is Lady Shiva, another assassin. 

Anonymous said: Do you know where the animation of the Robins actively avoiding using the stairs is from? Because I checked the source and it doesn't say, and no one in the notes is saying from where either.

Sure sure that’s the animated movie Batman vs Robin. It’s only Dick and Damian in the real footage. 

Anonymous said: I had this silly thought last night of the Joker having been around the Batkids so long that he has a connection to them. Sends them greeting cards with a little bit of cash in it for birthdays, holidays, graduations, so on.

Jeez that would be terrifying. The Joker isn’t a remotely friendly figure to any of the bats. Exactly the opposite. He killed one of them and paralyzed another, and that’s affected the way all of them interact with him

Anonymous said: Gah, I apologize for assuming you were Texan! Please forgive me! (As a Pittsburgher-Pennsylvanian, I get really annoyed when people from the west coast/south/midwest assume I'm from Philly, so I can relate a little.) Love your batfam fics!

It was a safe guess, really. 97% of A&M kids are Texas residents

[hearsaykrp]

                 Presenting — jeong arin as the swan.

— info.

name / jeong arin birthday / 930409 pronouns / she/her occupation / legal assistant 

— traits.

( vindictive, cunning, witty, charismatic )

from the moment jeong arin was conceived, just a barely there bump beginning to show, her mother was already whispering to the unborn of all the great things she would achieve. and how she was destined for it.

at a young age, she’s already begun learning how to wrap people around her finger. her mother dresses her up in the cutest sets of clothes, ones that she spent way too much money online to find, puts her hair up in pigtails with the prettiest bows, sometimes she’ll even sprinkle some glitter on her child’s round cheeks. anything to make her daughter stand out. but she’s groomed the princess well behind closed doors, so even without her mother’s doing, her only daughter will follow what she’s taught. she’s friends with everyone, floats around the room greeting everyone and listening to what they share about their lives. if sometimes she uses that information to get what she wants, whether it be the answers to the homework or the extra snacks in their lunchbox, well she’s only doing what her mother said. she’s so compelling, naturally draws everyone in, that her teachers even joke about how even so young she has her own little clique, ruling the playground. it’s what is expected out of the queen bee. as she grows, long limbs stretching out, all those traits that were once praised or watered down were now planted roots blooming. she smiles at someone and they bend to her will, she wraps her pretty hands around someone’s throat and they never cross her again. she jokes back and forth with someone and they fall in love, she steps on others without a second thought and they learn to move out of her way. she’s only doing what she was told.

— about.

“tell me about your childhood.”

"what’s the relevancy in that, detective?“  

"humor me."

there is a mountain of past due bills. the sound of the bank knocking on the door echoing around the four walls. brand new shopping bags from places outside the boundary of ilmyo. a mother with red stained lips, constantly praising, constantly nagging, constantly demanding. that is what makes her home. no father present. she forgets the story. it’s changed way too many times. she isn’t even sure if any version of it has been the real one. but  the end is always the same: he was a bastard. didn’t care for them. would have never been able to provide for them. but at least he gave me you, her mother says. that is what makes her home. sometimes, most times, it felt like the roles were reversed. like she was the one taking care of her mother. it causes her to grow up quicker. stronger. harsher. because her mother views the world through rose colored glass. but even from a young age she’s known the truth. all that is to the jeong name is debt and a pretense for more than what this country town can give them. she listens well though. does exactly what her mother asks. keeps up perfect grades. wears her hair the way she’s told. dresses in whatever was left on her bed the night prior. learns the whispers that crawl around town. keeps up the pristine image. such a good daughter, is what they all praise. at some point she can’t stand to look at the bills thrown mindlessly into the trash. her blood boils when the bank teller stops her on her commute home. have your mother call me, she warns. she’s never liked being told what to do from anyone but her mother. she remembers that the bank teller has a daughter her age, starts to watch her every move at school. smiles at her. listens to her worries. pretends to care. snakes her way into her life. urges her to bite the poisonous apple. tell your mother the bank has decided to give her an extension, the bank teller pleads. the white flag was waved. her mother meets someone. says the right words. kisses sweetly. most importantly, he saves them from the near drowning water. pulls them upwards. there are no more annoying bank tellers. no more past due bills. no more maxed out credit cards. safe. stable. a man that helps their image. you should find yourself one, her mother urges. remember, soft hands run through her hair, you’re destined for so much my princess. that is what makes her home.

"i’m told your cheer captain.”

“i am.”

“your mother must be so proud.”

“she is."

it’s no different than the life she has already formed for herself. if anything, high school is the place where she cements her footprints. where everyone knows their place in terms of her food chain. she’s at the top.  that much anyone can tell you. when she walks the halls, everyone parts like the red sea. the queen bee. the cheer captain. not first of her class, but top five is still something to brag about. every girl wants to be her. every guy wants to be with her. that is her legacy. every queen needs her right hand. she makes plenty girls believe it’s them. dove is loyal. lark is desperate. park jungsoo is useful. they’re friends. as genuine as a relationship can be with a girl who finds everyone disposable. close enough that when the unattainable jeong arin finally finds herself tied down to someone, they’re the first people she tells. it isn’t long before the rest of the town hears about it though. it’s only fitting, jungsoo praises. her friends seem happy for her. but there is no one happier than her mother. those same red stained lips had never parted so wide. he is so beautiful, her mother wails. invite him over sometime, her mother’s boyfriend smiles. over her dead body. robin was good for her image. great actually. nobody could deny the beauty of seeing the two together. it was as if they were fated to be together. and it worked. there were times the cold shell of the princess melted just a bit. enough to where there were real moments for her. moments where she forgot that they were tied to an image. that didn’t last long. park jungsoo has been sleeping with him, lark whispers into her ear. a fire burned inside of her.

"you had a sleepover?”

“yeah. our regular sleepovers.”

“park jungsoo was there?”

“of course. we’d never not invite her.”

“anything happened that night?”

“nothing out of the usual. we caught up on our shows, childishly gossiped, went to bed together. when we woke up, she wasn’t there.”

nobody knows. everyone gets their own half truths. she’s still our friend, she tells lark. it’s just a little fun teasing, she tells dove. you should’ve never crossed me, she tells park jungsoo. sends her off to the highest mountains at the middle of the night. gives instructions to not come back unless she’s told to. but it was never about the boy. those are disposable. she can pick any guy out of the flock and make them into the golden boy. and it was never about their friendship. those are tiring. she could’ve easily just ousted her the same way she did rosefinch, loon, and magpie. that wouldn’t have been enough though. park jungsoo made her out to be a fool. played her and then smiled in her face. if she lets that go by, she’s weak. that was something she swore she’d never be. as soon as she sees the girl walk through the woods, nothing more left of her than the whistling branches, she goes back home. cuddles up next to dove in her king sized bed and nods. she gets a call. is quick to roll her eyes at the pleading over her phone speaker. please, i swear it’ll never happen again, it was a mistake, i’m so scared, i think someone is out here with me. if had half a heart maybe she would’ve gave in. felt pity. felt shame she was treating a friend that way. but she hadn’t felt any of that. just anger. no one is out there you cry baby, and i’m not done being mad, stay out there or you’re in for much worse when you come down. that is her nightmare. she had never expected for the monster to not be within her, but on the mountain that night next to park jungsoo.

it’s a secret dug up with the skeleton of park jungsoo. or at least the grave she’s made for her. she keeps it tight lipped. not even robin knows she knew the truth in the end. no one suspects her. who would ever dare to suspect the girl closest to her. the girl who made park jungsoo everything she was. seoul. that’s the next destination. a full ride to a university there. it’s harder though to be the queen bee. too many fish, too big of a pond. she still has the same grit, the same hunger for power. she still finds a way to make some shake in her presence. maybe it’s that natural pull. or maybe it’s just her beauty. but soon she graduates. entertains the thought that maybe she could make it in this big city. she can’t. she goes back home. missed the way everyone praised her. missed the way she was put on a throne for the smallest of things. says she’s only back because she wants to take care of her mother. it is only them now that her mother’s boyfriend passed away. heart attack. or was it in his sleep? she couldn’t remember. comes back to town with her head held high. becomes a legal assistant in the one law firm. it’s okay. it’s enough. it isn’t high school, not anymore. everyone’s adults now. but the labels they created has stuck with them. has shaped them. their future. she passes by classmates and they still kiss her ass. she still gets told just how beautiful she is. thinks she can still claw her nails into anyone she can grab a hold of. but it isn’t comfortable. that’s what her mother wants. whatever happened to that beautiful boy you dated in high school, her mother questions. i should marry you off, her mother repeats. remember, rough hands run through her hair, you’re destined for so much my princess. oh mother, honey and wildfire are both the color of gold.

[xeezhiah]

When "rebound" became a little too serious and gone wrong...

I will stay firm in keeping his name nor his identity for myself. I will be very careful in writing this one as I wanted to protect him as a whole from all the hate he could ever get from the people that matters to me. That is the last thing that I would want to do. I would not want to have him hated. I wouldn't want my overprotective guy best friend to hunt him down just because I am hurting.

It isn't supposed to hurt but the past days had been so painful - at least on my part. He was just supposed to temporarily fill the void that John Gerald left after I have felt he isn't really into me then this new guy came in nothing but a perfect timing. But just like what Kelvin, my friend who is based in the land down under says, I always tend to pre-empt what is bound to happen hence my actions drives people away.

He was completely different from the Commercial Pilot I have loved for about 12 months. I never met him in an online dating app - God I stopped swiping coz I got so bored doing that. This guy found me in an online fitness community where we are both members. I remember after the admins of the community posted a status saying that we should comment our instagram handles so that they could follow and we could meet fellow runners and fitness enthusiasts, I heed on it. This dapper guy then sent not just an Instagram follow request but a Facebook friend request as well. I was being nice to approve both but it took me about a week or so to follow him back on Instagram.

So from there, we were randomnly liking each other's posts. Make a comment sometimes but only limited to that. Up until came my birthday - just when I was sad about not getting a greeting from John Gerald, there goes this new guy greeting me out of the blue. It started our conversation, even came to the point where I was all willing to give him a part of the pasta that I was cooking to share to the staff in the office. We were supposed to meet the next day for that pasta but for some reasons, it didn't prosper. I thought that was it so I went on with my life.

But some circumstance made me send him a message, and from there, a conversation beyond what I was supposed to have with him had ignited. It even came to the point where we exchanged numbers because he was volunteering himself to be that "rebound." It was clear that I will leave him at some point and to be serious is not part of the plan. We ended up agreeing to a month thing "with the option to extend" if he enjoys my company. Things were all good the moment we "started" our "thing" - he was sweet. He was awesome.

It isn't too difficult to get used to having him around. He's just too nice, nice enough that I couldn't actually consider him the "rebound" that he is supposed to be. To me, he is a legit boyfriend which can only be affirmed the moment we see each other. However, I was to go to Singapore when he decided that we start with our 1-month relationship and the probability of meeting up is impossible until I come home. He was too good to be true, reminding me to keep him updated wherever I go so that he knows I am safe. He would even selfie swap with me so I was convinced we really are a thing.

My vacation in Singapore definitely is my most favourite because at that four days, I felt I was loved. I felt I was needed, I felt I was special. After 6 years of being single, there goes the good morning and good night messages again. Someone is making me smile again. It really felt so real. So real that I fell. Crazy as it may seem but I did. He brought the sunshine back in my life again - that I wanted to believe that so. I am certain that his messages makes me smile, I am certain he brightens up my day.

His distance from me makes it difficult to see each other the moment I came home from my vacation. But there was still an assurance from him that we will see each other and I believed him so. Because of his job, I have this belief that I can trust him and I can trust him with my life as well so there was no room for big doubts on the things he say. However, my overthinking moments stood in the way to the point that I just gave up on him just a day after our first week. I do have that option anyway so I exercised it, thinking that he won't lift a finger to stop me from it because I knew what we have is just for fun. I knew it won't hurt on his part because he has yet to see me. I wanted to stay away and give up that early because I can feel that I am beginning to want us beyond what we talked about. I sure was falling and those "I love yous" to him are beginning to have essence. That moment, I knew I wanted to protect myself because I knew I could get hurt. While he too says he loves me, I wasn't sure if it really is true. I wasn't sure if it is as sincere as mine.

He went the extra mile, he chased me just before I could completely cut ties with him. He used the whole day to convince me not to give up on us because he isn't doing so. Darn, I was chased - something that I have not experienced for the past 11 years of my existence. It warmed my heart. It really felt that what we have is legit. That alone was sort of a sign for me to believe that our thing really has a promising future. His act made me believe that indeed, I could entrust my heart and everything about me to him. That alone makes him lovable all the more.

But then again, this overthinking thing is a bitch. It won't leave me to the point where I went beyond the line and googled him to find info about him. I did that so because I wanna get to know him beyond whay he says. I do that most of the time, to check if who am I talking to is legit or not. He sure is, same as how legitimate the fotos he sends me in private messaging.

I won't stress further what else have I found online but being honest with him about such action drove him away from me. I am certain that he got mad coz he won't talk to me after that. He was elusive to me since then. I took his silence as a sign of my heartbreak.

I regret doing so because had I not googled him, perhaps we could still be sweet AF right now. He could still be my sunshine in the rain.

God, I miss him so.

I wrote him a sort of a farewell letter last Sunday, telling him that I will stay away from him and that I am truly sorry for what I have done to drive him away. I made sure also to tell him I love him so and that I will miss having him around.

I left him with the choice to unfriend and unfollow me on social media because I told him that I couldn't do so, but he didn't. We remain Facebook and Instagram friends.

I miss him that much that I have been posting memories of us, regardless of how little they were. He would even like some of it.

He had accepted my apology but we are not the same as how we were.

It felt as if we are back to being strangers and that how we chat now is so cold. Not even a trace of the kind of sweetness we once had.

There goes my sunshine.

Gone.

Again.

The moment he became elusive, it felt as if I could hear John Gerald say "this new guy you are into went away because you are so gullible." I say so because John Gerald would always tell me I am gullible.

My friends say I got taken advantage for the nth time because I tend to be über nice and über generous to someone I find so special to me. I say I am just showing the person who I really am at the thought that I would be appreciated and loved back.

But at the end of the day, no amount of generosity and kindness, even love, can make a person stay with me. I have my overthinking tendencies solely to blame. No matter how honest and faithful I can be to someone I choose to fall for, it really isn't enough to make them stay. I should know that by now coz my life the past 6 years is a cycle of people who comes and go.

No one was really meant to stay.

No one was really meant to love me the way I deserved.

Make no mistake about it, I want him back. I really do.

I want him back so bad that I am willing to do whatever it takes to win him over, even if that means giving up something just for him.

But I am certain that he don't want me to exist in his life anymore. Because he is happy spending his life, doing what he does best without me. Basically the same story as how John Gerald and all the others had went away.

I really don't think I was meant for someone after this one with him failed. Or maybe Kelvin was right, I am too excited, anticipating every single damn thing too much that I end up blowing things off.

Yeah, they say I am pretty and equally attractive but it is my attitude that keeps people away from me. It is my weirdness and my overthinking that serves as a curse hence I feel like I am just that pretty face. Absolutely nothing but a pretty face.

I am solely to blame for this new heartbreak. I took him seriously when it is supposed to be just half-baked.

And there goes me again believing that relationships are not for me. That I was just made to be someone's part time lover...

❤

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