#u made Shade taller lol

[harborchild]

they are besties! bestest of Besties!

Two of them

When u hold hands so much that they fuse together

[dav3katz]

Hello ! Nice to see a new homestuck blog. This fandom dead as shit lol. Do you have any just general hcs for what it’s like to date dave or dirk?

Dave relationship hcs

- Dave is pretty new to relationships, but he tries to be as cliche and romantic as he is able without letting his cool guy act be sabotaged.

- but at the same time .. he is like.. a huge fuckin dork lmao like overly sappy and just .. my god this boy is actually a mess

- he makes raps for you, yeah how original OP. Listen..!!! I know.

- but seriously yeah makes you raps and then wants your opinion.. he’s dying inside waiting for your reaction to it, but he’s happy when you say you like them :))

- he craves validation, especially for his raps tho.

- but sometimes he gets up in his feelings and wants you to validate him as a whole

- which he will deny getting up in said feelings

- teases you a lot

- he’s also always blushy around you .. blushy boy ..

- so like any affection he gives .. big blush on his face

- likes holding your hand a lot (and kissing them)

- likes sitting in your lap as well, doesn’t matter if he’s bigger than you or not

- goes “mwah mwah mwah” everytime he kisses you

- draws dicks on you while you’re minding your own business . He does it to karkat too tho

- doesn’t matter if he’s taller, when you kiss he wraps his arms around your neck, with your hands on his waist

- he likes his hair being played with but he won’t tell you that ;p

- likes you wearing his shades btw . He thinks it’s cute he dies inside whenever you do

- rambles to you a lot.. big surprise .. but he will ramble to you about anything and everything and appreciates you listening to him

- he rambles about you to rose a lot, well just anyone really? But mostly does it to rose, John, karkat, and kanaya.

- are you actually strong enough to carry him? Or is he just floating? The world may never know..

- he’s clingy and is always with you. On the off chance he isn’t you’re send a million “mwah” “love u or whatever” “<3”

- he can only keep the cool guy act for so long okay .. but he can be lame and sappy… just for you..

- but at first he’s awkward about his feelings he has so much he wants to let out but he’s trying so hard not to be a complete dorky loser in front of you so he’s so weird at first about affection and just.. a lot of things.. when he finally lets loose he’s fine

- he’s annoying and likes annoying you >=)

- “babebabebabebabebabebabebabebabe” “WHAT” “hi”

- the only reason he confessed is rose ? Like tbh . I think he would repress his feelings for the rest of his goddamn life . Especially if you’re a dude cuz holy shit

- but yea he spends so much time trying to not let his whole heart out, he can’t help but wanna express himself with you (when he’s more comfortable).

- kanaya and rose find it funny to just make you nice outfits so that Dave has like a heart attack <33

- “Dave look at this new outfit kanaya made me!” “Dave your face is redder than usual are you ok” “yes just having a heart attack is all.”

- the first time you you kissed him, he’s red in the face and just starts randomly beatboxing bc he cannot handle how cute you are and how great that was

- likes just chillin and listening to music with you

- loves cuddling you to sleep!! Usually likes being the big spoon . He likes the idea that you’re safe in his arms

- but like? Also likes being the smaller one when he’s just tired and sad and just .. needs to feel safe for once

- but if you try to enforce being the big spoon it takes some getting used to but he likes it so =)

- you guys got your own language at this point, communicating random shit with your hands.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY SAYING NOW. IS THAT HUMAN SIGN LANGAUGE?” “Definitely not.” “Yes I’m Not Sure What They’re Saying Either” “oh! They’re saying how karkat is really fuckin stupid! Haha!” “John why do you even know that” “WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT. WHAT.”

- carries you bridal style while he’s like flying.. just like.. looking down at nice views with him and shit.. so long as you trust him enough for that lmao

- he’s a dork and gets you flowers when you go on dates =) he refused to when you started dating so now he uses every opportunity he can

- also he’s very chill, like goes wherever you want to and it’s very hard for you to upset him

- likes neck kisses of any kind . Receiving or giving

- just stares at you .. a lot .. usually you can’t tell because of the shades but if you pay attention to the way he smiles you would be able to.. he gets this warm smile when he looks at you

- he just loves looking at you.. all the time… in a non creepy way ..

- he does worry a lot, so he does get a bit protective at times. Given everything he’s gone through, naturally he fears something could happen to you.

- he wants to be able to keep you safe and he fears he can’t do that. + he just fears the day you’ll die . He’s just . Rlly scared for all of that and thinks about it a lot and sometimes just needs some reassurance

Dirk relationship hcs

- oh boy

- well, he’s extremely grateful you’re dating him, he’s pretty self aware that he’s not dating material. Or at least, thinks he isn’t.

- of course, there will be some problems to work through in your relationship, he needs somebody who can get him to open up and talk about his emotions. It’s hard but he can succeed if he tries at it.

- he would hesitate for a long time to tell you how he felt about you, but I think his friends would be really encouraging about it.

- plus yknow… Hal … would probably do something

- speaking of, Hal does a lot of things to embarrass dirk and expose him for his affections to you, even while you’re dating.

- “he totally lovesssss you” “no I don’t” “he wants to kisssss youuu” “shut up”

- it takes awhile for him to be affectionate, and to truly express emotions very freely. However, when he does, he does.

- he won’t get too sappy on you, but he’s a lot better at expressing himself than at the beginning of your relationship. If you say “I love you” he says it back, and may even say it first on days he’s feeling particularly softer than usual

- he typically likes buying you things, it’s mainly how he shows affection

- he gets awkward at first with physical affections, but he grows to love it. Never initiates it though, even though he wants to.

- just kinda acts all tsundere abt it tbh

- but he loves it :)

- usually the most cuddly when you’re both sleepy and tired

- he likes being picked up, wrapping his legs around your waist and his arms around your neck :D

- that goes for while kissing too

- likes touching your face

- speaking of touching loves being touched now and is low key clingy af he just doesn’t wanna show it. Cant blame him tho he hasn’t been touched like almost his entire life

- he also teases you a lot, more than dave would though

- it’s how he shows affection <3

- you play with this hair and he goes >:( he takes too long to do it everyday ok . Don’t play with his hair unless he’s gonna sleep

- usually likes control in what you guys do for dates, but doesn’t care if you come up with plans sometimes

- he likes watching anime with you

- he gets kinda blushy and flustered.. quite a bit.. especially when you’re being touchy

- likes wearing your clothes, or you wearing his but it usually leads to more NSFW thoughts so I will not go too into that LOL

- big on cuddles, number one way to get him to be very touchy with you and affectionate

- likes putting his face in your neck when you cuddle, or when he’s feeling cuddly and affectionate in general

- when you cuddle he clings onto you like some koala

- when cuddling he tends to be more open and vulnerable so sometimes just vents about shit

- or like mumbles in your neck about how much he loves you and he’s sorry he doesn’t tell you it enough

- when you text him he gets all giddy and shit . All excited like “Omg haha what do they want”

- likes just listening to music with you and vibing

- cursed hc but he listens to blink-182 with you

- also . Yes bad at expressing himself at times but do not doubt his affections for you . You are quite literally his world and he will defend you through thick and thin

- touch is his love language now BTW . Kinda your fault tho :)

- tends to pay close attention to you, just little things he notices about you that even you don’t notice about yourself

- he’s not trying to be creepy promise he just likes looking at you

- which means though that he noticed your behaviors and habits

- and tends to copy them without meaning to

- like if you tend to say “like” a lot, guess what he says it a lot now.

- do you make specific hand movements when you talk? Well .. so does he now

- roxy is your guys number 1 shipper btw . They think you guys are just the cutest

- but absolutely teases tf out of dirk

- also Jane is the fucking “lesbian bullies gay man” meme but with you she’s like “hello sweetie honey baby Angel”

- Jake loves you guys too =)) he always asks dirk how you’re doin

- imagine a double date with John and Roxy. “I’m cold” “here you go Roxy! :)” “I’m cold too.” “Well damn y/n I can’t control the weather.”

- he is a good bf tho . Promise .

[skydreamplayzz]

alr..and now all ur characters hights :D(if u want to answer ofc)

alr!

The ones from my AU are already told so my other Ocs.

Shade!sans is 1,89cm

Evening is 1,80cm (wow I actually forgot how tall he was till i looked at the infos again- i thought he was smaller.

dawn!sans 2,14cm (wait what- i made my ocs really tall when i created them- wow)

Glitch!sans 1,70cm

sunshine!sans 2,05cm

Moonshine 1,70cm

Silence!sans 1,89cm (my old me really liked to make tall ocs i see-)

moonlight sans 1,82cm

dusk 1,67cm

Zach 1,78cm

Lucian 1,96cm

Evan 2,24cm

twist!sans 1,86cm

Crystal 2,20-2,50cm

Fear!sans 1,84cm (i accidently typed snas rn-)

Shadow!sans 2,18cm/canon hight but can choose how tall he wants to be/

disaster!sans 2,03cm

Lunar!sans 1,80cm

Echo!sans 1,86cm

eclipse!sans 1,98cm

Noah 1,67cm

Nova 1,71cm

Void 2,01cm

phantom 1,79cm

alec 1,75cm

jayden 1,90cm

Colin 1,62cm (hes a child)

Callum 1,72cm

poisen!sans 1,98cm

zane 1,75cm

Cosmo 1,78cm

??? 4,30cm

Starshine 1,97cm

Flame!sans 1,82cm

Silverdust!sans 1,79cm

Kyle 2,43cm (wait what- i imagend him smaller but okay. i wanted him to be tall ok ok.)

lapis 1,70cm (why is he taller then i thought. i really cant remember why. ok.)

Iris!sans 1,89cm

Blackout 1,84cm

Hopeless 1,67cm

Justin 1,81cm

Crash 1,97cm

pitchBlack 1,68cm

PureWhite 1,68cm

Aiden 1,69cm

Ryan 1,67cm

Ash 1,82cm

leo 1,85-1,98cm (somewhere between)

Comet 1,71cm

Jay 1,67cm

Azure 1,85cm/cursed:1,90-2,68cm(based on his negative emotions)

Obsidian 1,85cm

Soul 1,79cm

Jacob 2,03cm

No name yet  202cm

Fynx 2,13cm

Simple 1,72cm

Fluss!sans 1,73cm (can change size)

Midnight 1,46cm

Schatten!sans 1,83cm

Akio 1,84cm

Akaio 1,67cm

Nachtstern 2,01cm

Yuko 1,89cm

Nightshade 1,97cm

Frostbite 1,83cm

Yuzuki 1,79cm

Dunkelheit!sans 1,97cm

Stille!sans 1,79cm

Kai 1,94cm

Fuyu 1,76cm

Alexander 1,65cm

Mizu 1,73cm

-Diffrent Versions:

Murder!sapphire:1,98(Maybe changing it too 1,89?)

Any other sapphire Version same hight.

I will probably change some of the hights- i was really weird I see- tall ocs lol.

[yelenasdog]

𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 (𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐖𝐈  𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: wherever they go, it seems they can’t escape each other

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 6.09k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smoking, drinking, kissing, getting ~steamy~, but nothing explicit.

𝐚/𝐧: this kinda feels melodramatic at times, but over all i think this is an alright fic that took me forever LOL! i hope you enjoy it! btw,

this can be read as ben!rog or just rog, i just was thinking of ben!rog when i wrote it

also if u wanna listen to kiwi while listening, the vibes would be immaculate and i reccomend it :D kk enjoy

✺🎬✺

Her footsteps were mute as she padded forward on the concrete, searching furiously through her crochet bag. The box in her hands stayed tightly gripped though, Roger noted. He waited a bit until he was certain she had no chance of finding what he thought she was looking for, and that he would be her last resort.

“Need a light?”

He watched with careful eyes as the girl next to him fumbled about to pick out a cigarette from the nearly emptied box, probably just some cheap ones from the gas station near the dorms.

“Yes, thanks.”

The brunet nodded, bringing his forward to her’s and inhaling, a few loose embers falling to the ground in a sparkling orange flurry.

Roger observed the way her chipped nails on ring adorned fingers shakily held the cigarette as she brought it to her lips, taking a very long drag.

It was windy out that night (which was the reason he was telling himself he decided not to bother with his Zippo), her silky black dress doing barely a thing to keep her covered from the chilly temperatures. He noticed the blue tint to her formerly painted lips, only a pale stain of color left behind. He also happened to notice the goosebumps that graced her exposed arms and legs, and her slight shiver that came with it.

The girl nervously adjusted the twisted strap to her purse, sending a glance in Rog’s direction every once in a while, but mostly she kept her gaze fixed on the stars above. She seemed to be mesmerized by the way they twinkled so brightly, even in the polluted sky. The bottles of liquor in her purse clinked together, and she cringed visibly at the sound, a shiver being sent through her bones.

He smiled at her behavior, oddly endeared by it, perhaps even enchanted.

“What’s your name?”

She turned, taking the stick from between her lips. Roger kept his eyes glued to the plump flesh momentarily despite the movement away from the area.

“That’s none of your business, Roger.” She smiled, a playful look set ablaze in her eyes.

He looked down, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

“How do you know my name, then?” He questioned curiously, slanting his eyes and quirking a brow.

“Your band.” Her voice seemed softer, almost a fond tone set within it.

“You’ve seen us play?”

“Yeah, you guys are good.”

“You’re a fan then?”

She chuckled, looking to her feet.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

He laughed, nodding yet again.

They stayed together for some time, silently and mutually agreeing that enough had been said. They finished off their smokes, and with that, she turned to go.

“Bye, Roger.”

He bit his lip, feeling the sting shoot through him. He was conflicted on if to make a move, not wanting to diminish his confident and cool reputation he believed he had built for himself. He settled for shouting something along the lines of “will I see you around?” (which upon thinking back over it, maybe it wasn’t that cool), to which she only shrugged and kept walking.

He could hear the bottles loudly clanking together as she sauntered off, lord knows where to. He watched her go until she turned the corner, tossing one final look in his direction before continuing on, leaving him in deep thought.

-

“I’m telling you, mate, she was drop dead gorgeous. And I have no idea who she is, no name or anything!”

Brian rolled his eyes, tossing his notebook across the room onto the yellow sofa Roger was resting on, turning his full attention to his distraught friend.

“Well, did you ask her for her name?”

He shook his head, rolling his eyes in a similar manner to Bri. “Yes, I did. She said it was ‘none of my business’.” He scoffed, twirling a single drumstick between his fingers while tapping his foot repeatedly, annoying Brian to no end (per usual). The curly headed man only barked out a laugh, finding the entire situation quite humorous, if he was being honest.

“But she knew the band! Said that she thought we were good. S’ like she couldn’t make up her damn mind.” He grumbled, slumping forward.

“Wait, she knows the band?”

The drummer looked at him like he had two heads nodding slowly.

“Yeah, what about it?”

Brian stood up and sighed, grabbing his guitar and headed to the edge of the bar’s stage, resting behind the curtain briefly.

“You really are thick, Roger.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” He joined him by the curtain, noticing Tim had come up behind the pair.

“What’s all this about, then?”

“Nothing.” Brian and Roger replied in unison. Tim huffed, making his way onto the stage where the growing crowd was waiting. Cheers could be heard for the frontman as he introduced himself, saying something about how the rest of the band would be out in a second, and that they were just having some “sound issues”.

“Rog, if she’s a fan, she’s probably here tonight, yes?”

His eyes widened, and he suddenly began to feel quite dumb, not that he would admit it.

“Yeah, I suppose so…but she said she wasn’t a fan?” He trailed off, confused.

“She probably was just saying that for some reason. I don’t know, women are odd, they like to play hard to get.” Brian commented, oddly flippant for how conflicting his statement was.

Roger stood in place for a moment, still greatly confused what Brian was trying to get at. He shook his head and furrowed his brows, trying to put together the puzzle of this mess in his mind.

“Roger, for God's sake, don’t think about it, just go.”

Following his advice, Roger did his best to disregard any previous thoughts of confusion, a switch flipping in his mind. He stood taller, saying, “You know what Bri, maybe you’re right.”

“Great, go on then.” He watched as Roger bounded out with a newfound adrenaline and a smile plastered on his face, rolling his eyes for what wouldn’t be the final time that night at his bandmate’s antics.

As soon as he had made it behind his kit, he was scanning the crowded room, trying to locate the girl from last night. He watched the door throughout the performance, trying to see if she might have just come in a bit late. He held the hope she would somehow show up with him in his mind, but all to no avail.

The entire night, he couldn’t shake the thought of her lips from his mind, or the way the skin of her neck was so open and exposed, practically begging for him to attack it with his own lips. And with the way things were going thus far, he was sure that pretty face of her’s would be the death of him, he was certain, in fact.

“Find her?” Bri had questioned almost as soon as they had ended for the night, the lot of them now working on cleaning up.

“Nah. She never showed up.”

“I’m sorry, Rog. Maybe you’ll see her again soon, the campus isn’t that huge, you know.” Roger’s mouth formed a thin line as he raised his eyebrows, not convinced in the slightest that the situation proposed would occur.

“At this point I’m wondering if she’s even a bloody student here.” Roger grumbled, obviously no longer feeling the initial electric adrenaline of the night's performance.

Brian frowned, placing a sympathetic hand on his friend's shoulder and patting it once or twice before standing to go finish packing up.

It was later now, and the boys were finally leaving the bar, bidding their goodbyes to those around them. Roger walked out the front (in what Tim and Brian joked was a ‘moping manner’), hearing the bell jangle above his head, ringing annoyingly in his ear. The cold air hit him like an arctic breeze (or a ton of bricks, he wasn’t sure which description was more fitting). He shook his head and blinked a few times, as if that would rid his body of the frigid feeling. He sighed dramatically and pulled his corduroy jacket tighter around himself, watching as his breath made a small cloud in front of him.

“Roger?”

He turned, recognizing the voice immediately.

“Having a pity party, are you?” She giggled out, wrapping her arms around her middle.

“It’s only me, so no. Not a party.”

She “ahh”-d in understanding, her mouth forming into a sly grin. Her lips were a pale pink color that night, her eyes a bright blue shade. And similarly to the night previous, she was graced with only a brown fringed dress, her matching boots in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other.

“Then what would it be if I joined you?”

He stood in thought, tilting his head. “I think then, yeah, it would be a party.”

“Do you not get cold, ever?” He added after a beat of silence, observing her ill outfit choice for the frosty climate. She rolled her eyes, muttering out a brief “ha, ha.”

Roger couldn’t help but bite his lip, holding back a laugh.

“I do on occasion get a little bit chilly. But I like the feeling.”

He tilted his head, walking over to where she was leaning against the brick wall of the dive bar. He turned to face her, not that she noticed, putting his weight on the rough surface behind him.

“It makes me feel,” she hesitated, struggling to find the right word, although she felt it was right on the tip of her tongue.

“Alive?”

She finally met his eyes after what seemed like forever, softly nodding. To him, she looked like an angel in that moment, the street light so beautifully illuminating her locks like a halo around her. He reached a cautious hand forward, dragging it against her cheek, down to her bottom lip.

Her mind was screaming at her to leave while she still could, to somehow not fall in the mix of the infamous campus player that was Roger Taylor.

But her heart? Well, as cliche as it sounds, her heart was telling her to disregard any reasonable thoughts and just kiss the bastard, for God’s sake.

And if anyone knew Y/n Y/l/n, they knew that most times, she would listen to the latter mentioned, rather than the former. And so after several moments of unbearable silence, she decided she would. Catching on relatively fast, Roger took her flush against him, Y/n able to feel his breath fanning over her face.

She leaned forward with a small smile, placing her hands on either side of his face. Her eyes wandered to his plump and rosy lips, adrenaline pumping through her veins. But before she could make the final leap, so to say, Brian, of all people, called out her name in a confused nature, squinting, believing that it might have been his eyes deceiving him. The girl from his 9 a.m. lecture could not possibly be about to snog his bandmate.

Impossible.

Her eyes widened, head turning immediately when hearing her name fall from his lips.

“Brian, hey!”

“Wait, you two know each other?”

Ignoring Roger’s (panicked) question, Brian walked over, a look of amazement still prevalent in his features. She moved from Roger’s side over to Brian, giving him a side hug, Bri’s arm resting on her shoulders.

“I see you’ve met Y/n. She’s in my astronomy class.”

She smiled brightly as the neon signs lining the downtown district of bars and restaurants alike, meeting Brians gaze.

“Yup, got to love Dr. Martin’s lectures.” She chuckled, the tall man next to her doing the same.

Picking up on Roger’s absolutely bewildered appearance, still taking in the situation unfolding in front of him, Brian took the liberty of initiating another conversation.

“So, Y/n, did you see the show tonight?”

She frowned, crossing her arms.

“Wanted to, but no, got caught up in the library. I have my final for statistics on Thursday, or else I would have been there.” She locked eyes with Roger, giving him a soft smile. Suddenly changing her demeanor, she reached into her bag she always seemed to have with her, pulling out those cheap cigarettes and her Zippo. She lit one of the sticks, inhaling.

“In fact, I heard your drummer was incredible, so I thought I would try to see him in action tonight.” Her gaze never left Rogers as she conversed, her mouth pressed in a line, the rest of her face completely neutral.

“But you’ve seen us before Y/n, he’s been with the band for quite some time.”

“I mean, I wanted to see him with a fresh pair of eyes, a different perspective, I guess.”

Still mildly confused, Brain shook his head and muttered something like “Right, okay” to which Y/n softly smiled at before dropping the cigarette from her hand. Barefoot, she couldn’t reach down to step on it, have the sparks die out under her toes.

“Could one of you get that, please?”

Roger nodded immediately, his boot finding its way quickly, the toe of it making a circular motion. His eyes stayed on Y/n, as had hers before. And despite the bustling city around them, Hell, even despite Brian’s perplexed stare, it felt oddly intimate, as if they were locked onto each other’s view (not that they were complaining).

But they weren’t, as she proved mere seconds later, abruptly bidding them goodbye and heading the opposite direction.

The pair of boys watched her as she went, heads tilted and jaws dropped to where if their mothers were present, they would be scolded to “close their mouths before they catch flies in there!”.

“That’s her, you know.” Roger commented bluntly, slightly shaking his head and then popping his lip.

Brian took a moment, turning toward his friend, stuttering.

“As in, her, her? Y/n is mystery girl?” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Yeah, well, good luck with that, Rog.”

“Why would I need that, Brian?” He challenged, putting his hands on his hips, lifting his chin. Brain kept his assumed position, moving his hand to scratch at his neck.

‘Well, I’m sure if you hang out around her enough, you’ll find out.”

Rather than shouting out at him, asking him what the Hell he meant, as he really wanted to, Roger paid Bri no attention, not even giving him a second look before under his breath saying “I’ll see you later”, and in what Brian considered to be a quite shocking turn of events, bolting off in the direction Y/n had gone.

He ignored the shouts from Brian, ignored the judgmental stares and loud whispers of those who recognized him from the band. He no longer cared about keeping his ‘cool reputation’, not when she was so close.

“Is that Roger Taylor?”, “Oi, isn’t that the drummer from the band at the pub?”, “Hey, why’s he buggin’ out?” all flooded his ears, usually followed by what seemed to be snickering, making a desperate attempt to cloud his mind from his self-assigned mission. But it was no use, as he was set on catching up to her. In fact, she was so close he swore he could smell the mixed scent that was uniquely her, smoke and her perfume.

He hollered her name, God, he yelled it till his throat was hoarse, just ‘cause he could. He loved the way it rolled off his tongue, he loved the fact he even had learned it to begin with, and that alone was probably why he adored it so much.

She heard his cries, turning where she stood and tilting her head.

“Roger? What on Earth are you doing?”

He finally met her, bent over on his hands and knees, breath lost in totality. She placed a concerned hand on his sweaty head, combing through his chocolate locks. He would have shivered at the feeling, if he had the energy. Rather, he looked up with the goofiest smile she’d ever seen, resembling a golden retriever, or german shepherd perhaps, in human form.

‘D’you wanna go somewhere with me? Hang out a bit?”

She nodded, holding out a hand.

“Lead the way.”

-

“Mom and Dad want me to be some kind of a scientist, study the stars.”

“Yeah? And what do you think about that.”

She tilted her head, shifting her position.

“I’m not quite sure. I wouldn’t be against it, that I know. The stars are beautiful, but they aren’t where my heart lies, I guess.”

He turned to face her, their noses almost touching. She could feel his breath fanning over her face, and the proximity sent butterflies through her stomach.

“I want to be an actress.” She all but whispered, turning her attention back to the full night sky and the wonders that hung in it.

“An actress, huh?”

She only hummed a confirmation, moving her left hand to pick at the cool grass under her palms.

“I could see that. You, I mean, on the big screens.”

She turned, and Roger swore he had never seen anyone smile so big before in his life.

“Really?”

His own smile grew, and she nodded vigorously, the two of them beginning to laugh. He pulled her closer by her shoulders, unaware of where the conversation would lead.

“I’ll go to New York. You’ll see me on billboards in Times Square.”

“Well, that’s nice to know. I’ll just be a lone dentist somewhere, while you forget all about me, having lavish parties and such. Whatever it is that famous people do.” His voice was obviously joking, melodramatic was written all over him, yet Y/n couldn’t help but still feel a sliver of guilt.

She hit his arm, rolling back over to face him. She still had a smile glued onto her lips, both of their eyes crinkling at the edges. 

“Oh, shut up, will you? Smile will make it big, and we’ll meet again, when you’re on tour. Or perhaps if I’m filming where you’re performing! We’ll have those nights to ourselves, It’ll be a secret rendezvous.”

She turned to her back again, finding his hand on the damp green, her heart beating a million miles a second as she reached for it, slowly entangling her fingers in his.

“The papers will write about us, Rog, when they find out. ‘Famous actress Y/n Y/l/n seen leaving a hotel with renowned drummer Roger Taylor’ is what the headlines will say. God, what a scene we’ll cause.” Her eyes were full of  excitement as she spoke, her heart feeling like it was so filled with glee that it could soar out of her chest.

“Well, I wanna know the specifics.” Roger sat up, pulling her up with him, she giggled, and the brunette wrapped a hand around her waist. She sat beside him, the streetlight by the backroad she had led them on illuminating her like a silhouette. She bit her lip and grinned, tilting her head up to better exam Rogers angelic features.

“Are you gonna have some bloke waiting for you at home, hmm? Waiting for you while you conquer the world, only for you to break his poor heart?”

“Nah.” Her answer was immediate, her eyes honest as she spoke. “Only a cactus. He’ll be my only friend. I hear it’s lonely in Hollywood, Roger.” He raised his eyebrows briefly at this, choosing his next words.

“You’ll have me?”

His head turned to look at her, admiring the way the pale moonlight illuminated her, the artificial light from the streetlamps not doing her neverending beauty and justice, in his opinion. Their eyes seemed sporadic, searching each other's faces for signs of what they were doing, possibly being wrong, but they found nothing, as expected.

The yearning had become all too much for the inspired pair, and it felt like at last, all they could do, the only thing they could do, was kiss.

So they did. Roger took her face in his hands, closing his beautiful eyes, his eyelashes barely brushing against hers. He leaned forward, joining them together, finding that they immediately moved in a perfect synchronization. They were like two sides of the same coin, and that seemed to be particularly evident in that moment. By the contrast of their lips, or perhaps the aspirations of their careers becoming somehow just a little bit clearer.

But it didn’t matter, none of it did. Not in the long run. So they pulled apart, chests heaving and faces painted with childish grins.

It was quiet then, only the crickets and the howling wind could be heard. But she liked it that way, preferred it, actually. So quiet, in fact, that Roger was able to fall fast asleep, Y/n lying comfortably in his arms. She stared at the stars, then back to his sleeping figure, her mind unable to come to a consensus on what on God's green Earth she was to do. 

She settled for placing a kiss on his jaw, closing her eyes. His eyes only fluttered, never waking completely. She muttered something like “See you, rockstar.” against it, before standing up and walking away, only turning back once to see his sleeping form one more time.

That was the last time for 6 years that he would see Y/n Y/l/n. See her in person, at least.

When he woke up the next morning, he was confused to say the least, wondering why Y/n didn’t wake him, mostly wondering where she had even gone. He looked around himself, patting the green grass beneath him, as if she somehow was invisible and he had missed her upon initial glance. He had shouted for her, his throat still hurting from when he did the same thing only 12 hours previous. 

He had felt out of control, like the one he had been chasing had just slipped through his fingers (which it had). He had remembered asking Bri, day after day, if he had seen her in class, even just seen her around in general. Everytime the answer was the same.

“No Roger”, “I’m sorry, Roger”, “Not today, Roger”. It was a horrible, predictable pattern, that he had enough of. He was supposed to recover from it quickly, bounce back from her almost immediately, as there was basically nothing to bounce back from.

But he couldn’t, and due to such reasons, he supposed he finally understood what Brian had said, or warned, that night before he had gone chasing after her. He got it, in his own sad way.

And over the years, she slowly faded to the back of the drummer's mind, behind groupies, and songs, and shows, and such, just for her to resurface again any time he saw her on a billboard, just as she had promised. But he never let it show, outwardly at least.

He had made Brian swear not to tell the others, never to breathe a word of it to Deaky or Fred. He was embarrassed by it, for some reason, and that’s why he guessed he forbade him from speaking of it. But how long can you keep a silly college secret from your nosy bandmates? Apparently 6 years, tops, for Roger Taylor.

“Alright, everyone. Gather ‘round, I’ve got a surprise.” Freddie had said, his grumbling bunch of friends tired from their day’s work. Though, they usually had grown to appreciate and look forward to Fred’s “surprises”, today everyone was just a tad bit too grumpy to try (a certain Roger Taylor in particular, let’s call it foreshadowing).

“Oh, stop your moaning and whining, please, I promise this will be good!” the eccentric frontman had said, something hidden behind his back in his left hand.

Rog ran a hand through his, now, blond hair, exhaling in such a way that made Freddie slant his eyes, before giving in and rolling them at his flippant behavior.

“What’s going on, Fred?” Brian had been the brave soul to ask, stepping forward and then looking away momentarily to place his guitar onto a stand waiting not so far away.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He replied, jumping down from his place on the risers, removing his hand from his back and holding out what seemed to be 4 tickets to something. He walked down the loosely formed line of men, putting one in each of their extended palms. Roger, at the end of their formation of sorts, became concerned when Brian had burst out laughing, looking to his right, being met with Roger’s face of confusion.

Freddie, possibly more confused than Roger, pressing the piece of thick paper into his hand, his gaze falling onto Brian, who now had tears in his eyes.

“Bri, what’s so… funny. Shit.” He had looked down to the slip, the only words he needed to read to know he was absolutely screwed, being “Jaws” and “Premiere”.

Now, anybody who knew anything, knew that Y/n Y/l/n was going to be in the film that was said to become the blockbuster of the summer, playing the role of Ellen Brody (though a few had said she was far too young for the job). She had been an overnight success in the film industry, gaining popularity from the 1973 film, ‘The Sting’, playing Billie.

And Roger had watched ‘The Sting’, and you can imagine his surprise when Y/n had sauntered onto screen, red lipped and fresh faced. (He had to admit, she looked great in a suit.)

After that, the assault on Roger’s fragile heart was never ending.

Billboards began to pop up even more frequently as she was to star in more films, and it seemed no matter where he was touring, he couldn’t escape her. Whether it was posters, her face printed on newspapers, adverts in about every place business was done for one of her films, he felt like he was being followed. He had even seen an article about her in a magazine, and when he had flipped the page he was greeted with Queen’s smiling faces.

He had stopped watching them after ‘American Graffiti’.

So, he figured that this one wouldn’t be any different, and he simply planned on ignoring said film until he caved, doing his best to avoid her on the silver screen and anywhere else, which hadn’t been too difficult until this point (not).

But this? This was a whole new level of being royally fucked.

“Brian, Rog, something you want to share with the rest of the class?” John had asked, cocking his head and propping his legs up on the coffee table in front of him. Brian began to speak, wrapping an arm around Roger’s shoulders, the shorter man looking up at him with angry fire burning in his eyes.

“Well, I’m honestly quite excited. The film industry has always seemed very intriguing, actually, and I’m looking forward to meeting new people. Rog?”

“No.”

“No?” John repeated, “No, what?” He waved a hand around, trying to understand what Roger’s problem was.

“I just- I don’t- I knew-”

“Roger had a fling with Y/n Y/l/n and she broke his heart.” Brain blurted out, Roger turning and immediately smacking him upside his curly head of hair. He regarded an “Ouch!” before him and the rest of the boys burst out laughing, the drummer not included in that demographic, fuming.

“Rog, darling, when was this? How did we not know?” Freddie managed to breathe out, sitting down next to Deaky on the studio sofa. He crossed his hands and ankles, his full attention turned towards Roger who really, really didn’t wanna have to do this, and who really, really was gonna get Brian back for this later. Would he untune all his guitars? Unplug his amp during rehearsals, perhaps put hair remover in his shampoo? But, that would have to wait until after he was forced to spill his 6 year secret.

“It was in 69-”

“69?!” Freddie had cried out. “It’s been 6 bloody years? And you didn’t think to tell us?”

“Well I didn’t really see a reason it would be necessary to tell you all! In fact, I probably wouldn’t have told you ever if this bloke didn’t have such a big mouth!”

“Hey, watch it.” Brian weighed in, crossing his arms and fluttering his eyes.

“Look, Roger I really don’t see the issue here. We go to the premiere, you just keep a low profile and ignore Y/n, problem solved.” John cut in, trying to be helpful.

Keyword: trying.

“And how exactly will I do that?”

“We will behave, I promise.” Freddie added, though Roger seemed to be having a difficult time believing him or his claim for the others. So Roger only scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, I’m sure you will.”

-

Cameras were flashing brightly, reporters and such were shouting loudly, and Y/n was already exhausted.

Her red lips were painted like DeAngelo had done it himself, and her hair was styled just the way she liked. The heels she was wearing per request of her stylist, though, were horrible. They looked lovely, yes, but they were digging into her poor ankles, and she still had to wear them for who knew how long. She didn’t complain, though, she wouldn’t dream of it.

She would just continue her slow walk down the carpet, a sultry smile on her face. The black fabric of the gown she was wearing fit her beautifully, snug in all the right places.

She sure hoped it was, at least. Especially because she knew that he would be there.

Roger Taylor, the blessed drummer that managed to make a home in the backburner of her mind, his success coming as no surprise to the actress. She had loved every one of their records, and rather than running from his work like Roger had, she opted for going straight to the record shop, purchasing any and every Queen album in her sight. When she had checked out, the very shocked cashier had made some remark, asking something about “you a fan?”

She had thought about it for a moment, thinking back to all those years ago when Roger had asked the same thing. She smiled, shrugging.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

So when she had worked up the courage to invite the entire band to the premiere (on behalf of Spielberg, of course) she was a nervous wreck to find out they had accepted. Really, ask anyone who had any contact with her in the time from then to the premiere, they could testify that her moodiness had risen like a hot air balloon.

Now, though, she was kind of regretting that she had invited them, looking over to the sharp looking bunch, all dressed to the nines. She scanned her eyes over them, catching a wave from Brian, which she gladly returned with an enthusiastic smile. Bri then tapped Roger on the shoulder to alert him of Y/n’s acknowledgment, which resulted in Y/n’s eyes widening to the size of moons.

She turned her head, and worked to finish up her walk of the carpet just a tad bit faster. It all seemed to be for nothing, though, as in the dark of the theater for the premiere itself, she saw the seat next to her be filled, a presence filling her senses.

“Miss me?”

-

Their hands were all over each other, not truly caring if the tabloids caught a glimpse, just needing to make up for lost time.

They had stumbled into the golden hotel both her and Queen were staying in, the swinging doors of the New York establishment blowing a cool gust of wind in their direction.

They merely laughed at the minor interruption, their teeth clashing as they both smiled momentarily. It was soon forgotten, though, both of them having much more pressing matters in their minds.

They only came to a cease in the elevator, some old couple who most definitely did not care about whatever pressing issue the two of them felt they had, standing off to the side. (Y/n could swear she saw the older woman smirk and wink at her, to which she cocked her head and smiled.)

Once back into the safe confines of Y/n’s suite, they resumed like they had never even stopped, hands gravitating towards the others form as if they were opposite magnets, unable to be separated for too long.

“You’ve driven me crazy, you know that, right? “

She giggled and bit her lip, looking up into his eyes, their foreheads pressed together.

“Mmm? I’d hope so.”

He pulled away, shaking his head, blond locks following suit.

“Really, you have no idea. I haven’t been able to shake you from my head. You’re everywhere.”

Her excitement could barely be contained at his confession of sorts, chest heaving, trying to stay calm.

“Yeah, that was the plan.”

Roger shook his head with a dry chuckle, looking to his feet and back to her when she had tilted his head up, her finger resting on his jaw.

“Well, are you into it?” She questioned, grabbing his hand and pulling their clasped fingers in between their chests, her eyes hazy with hope.

“Yeah.” He titled his head, feigning a pondering look. “You could say I’m kinda into it.”

“Shut it!”

“Make me.”

She rolled her eyes at his stupidly provocative suggestion, and he only laughed, the two of them falling onto the plush comfort of the bed in a meshed flurry for the remainder of the night.

And if you couldn’t guess what could have possibly happened next, the black dress ended up in a pooled up pile next to the bed that night, right next to the heels that finally she had the pleasure of discarding.

The next morning, it was unlike the one 6 years ago, as when Roger woke up, he was overjoyed to find a sleeping Y/n, laying on his chest with hair splayed around her. And he had to say, he usually wasn’t much of a cuddler, but for some reason he felt so incredibly endeared, that anything else wouldn’t have sufficed.

He ran small circles on the exposed skin of her bare shoulder, the comforter concealing the rest of her limbs that were tangled up with Roger’s.

When she stirred, Roger sat up, fondly watching as her eyes fluttered open and her tongue ran across her dried lips, still carrying a hint of last night's red pigment. She looked next to her, her eyeline matching up with the covered skin of Roger’s lap.

She sighed, shifting her head to rest on his thighs as her feet dangled off of the bed. One of Roger’s hands came up to softly massage the top of her head, the other against the headboard, behind his neck. She stared at the ceiling, an unreadable expression creeping its way to her features.

“We were jacked up last night.” Roger’s voice cut through the silence they shared, deeper in the late morning than she had heard before.

“Correction, you were jacked up.”

“Whatever.”

They laughed, silence soon taking over once again. Roger sighed, closing his ever tired eyes.

“Are we gonna pay for this?”

She scoffed, inhaling deeply before reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing her carton of cigarettes. He noticed they were the same brand from college, a small smile making its way to his face at the thought.

She first lit hers, then lighting a second one for the man occupying her king sized bed (though she wasn’t even slightly upset by this, quite the opposite). She handed it to him, sticking her own between her lips and sitting up, straddling where her head had been minutes before.

She leaned forward, so close their noses were to the point where they were nearly touching. She took the cigarette from her lips, blowing the smoke to the left of Rog in the direction of the large balcony overlooking Times Square. She turned her attention back to him, though it had never really left, tilting her head.

“Do you regret it?”

“No.” The answer came immediately, no careful consideration or pondering needed.

“Right.” She removed herself from him, standing and taking the sheet with her, letting it cover her like a renaissance dress. She walked over to the balcony, leaning against the frame of the double doors. She took another drag, an adoring smile spreading across her face.

“Then there’s your answer.”

She paused, Roger tilted his head, his brows lifting.

“Of course we will.”

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if u liked that hot mess pls like and rb!! mwah ily go eat protein and drink water if ur able. xx hj

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Hueueueghfhg gOOD MORNING to the 99+ notes raving about how much they love The Hermit Bride art ... Thank u I'm 🥺🥺🥺 everyone is so nice aaaaaa. Genuinely wasn't expecting ppl to like it so much I'm. :')

I need to track down the post that made Shade send that ask. I know it was about Cleo saying she liked it when artists draw her as big & buff & way taller than other hermits, but I can't remember if the Cleo-as-Fezzik concept that started these doodles was my idea or something I saw in the notes & just latched onto lol. Time for a blog deep dive wheeee~♪

[loverboytrashmouth]

Wish You Were Sober

pairing; Reddie

word count; 4k

summary; Eddie is tired of Richie flirting like a madman whenever he gets alcohol in his system.

a/n; so i decided i’m making a kind of series of reddie fics i write based on songs, bc i’m the type of bitch that listens to any music or intakes any kind of media and thinks “iMagiNe tHiS bUt rEdDiE<333″ so ya there’s that lol. here’s a lil angsty one shot based on wish you were sober by conan gray, aka a superior song if u ask me. as always, read on ao3 here if you’d like and enjoy ! :)

Nirvana blared through the speakers and traveled throughout the too small apartment owned by some random guy in one of Richie’s classes. Richie didn’t know him too well - he thinks his name is Chris? Collin? Something with a ‘C’ - but, hey, a party’s a party, and free booze is free booze.

The trashmouth was chatting loudly over the music with Bill on a dingy leather couch, waiting for Stan and Eddie to return with more drinks. Richie was already significantly further along than his friends in terms of his drunken state, all obnoxious laughs interrupted by hiccups and long, gangly limbs flailing more wildly than usual. It almost should be concerning to the other Losers, having only been at the party for less than a couple hours and their friend already being long gone, but it was what they were used to. Since they were 15 and stealing liquor from their parents, the Losers constantly saw Richie’s “go big or go home” attitude with drinking. They assumed it was just Richie wanting to be the life of the party and center of attention, whether that meant going shot for shot with Mike, accepting any type of drinking related dare from Beverly, etc.

Richie let them believe this, because it was better than telling them the truth. It was easier than admitting to them that around the same time he started sneaking a copious amount of vodka from the Tozier’s alcohol stash, he was also realizing certain feelings he had for a certain Loser.

Richie Tozier loved Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie was sure it was just one of those basic laws of the universe, one that’s impossible to ignore and inevitable to come to pass. Despite this, living in a small town like Derry meant getting the shit kicked out of you if you even look at another guy for too long, soulmates or inescapable love or whatever be damned. Richie had gotten beatdowns left and right from neighborhood bullies for being a “faggot” before he even knew what the word meant, so he, unfortunately, knew this from personal experience.

But now, sitting in an apartment in Manhattan of all places, attending NYU with three out of six of his best friends, away from those assholes in Derry, Richie thought he’d loosen up. Let himself be brave.

He soon learned that was easier said than done; who knew what 19 years of internalized homophobia could do to a man?

It’s not like he was afraid of being more of an outcast; he was already a loser with a capital “L,” and he, along with the rest of his friends, carried the title like it was given to them by the Queen herself. Deep down Richie knew the rest of the Losers wouldn’t even bat an eye at the fact that he liked dudes the way he should have liked girls, so he wasn’t afraid of losing them either. And deep, deep down, Richie also knew there wasn’t really anything wrong with him. Why would he feel such a way if it was supposed to be such an unnatural and vile thing? He couldn’t help who he was, who or how he loved, and God, he loved Eddie so much he thought he could just burst with it sometimes.

That shred of acceptance, though, was buried so deep in his lanky form, and the only way to reach it was through a ridiculous amount of shots. Or beers. Or just about anything with a decent alcohol content, really. He’d even settle with wine if he had to.

When Richie was drunk, he was able to be more clingy and face less consequences. He was already an affectionate guy, constantly pinching Eddie’s cheeks and throwing a lazy arm around the shorter man’s shoulders whenever he could. With alcohol, though, he’d give sloppy cheek kisses and intertwine his fingers with Eddie’s and allow his face to form a subtle blush when an intoxicated Eddie would lean into it.

“Sorry for being all over ya last night, Eds. You know how gross and clingy I can get,” he’d say the following morning, and then they’d fall back into their rhythm of bickering and ‘your mom’ jokes. Business as usual, like clockwork every time they’d get wasted.

Richie thought it was going well, that his feelings were going totally unnoticed, that he was stealth. Until this particular college party, that is.

Richie’s attention left his conversation with Bill about the newest Die Hard film when he felt the couch sink next to him, turning to meet eyes with a mildly tipsy Eddie. The taller man’s face immediately lit up, a goofy smile spreading across his chapped lips.

“Hiya, Spagheds! What’s cookin, good lookin’?” Richie slurred out, his arm finding its way around Eddie’s waist and using his other hand to snatch the mixed drink his friend was holding out for him. Eddie responded with his usual scoff and eyeroll, but Richie noted an extra bite to it that he wasn’t used to getting from him.

“Don’t call me that, asshole! And haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” Eddie grumbled, wiggling himself out of Richie’s side embrace and putting some distance between the two. The arm that was once around Eddie made its way to Richie’s own body as he dramatically grasped at his chest.

“Eddie, baby, you’ve wounded me! Since when do you pass up some signature Tozier cuddles?” Richie was met with a simple huff in response as Eddie avoided his gaze. Richie’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion at the lack of attention he was receiving from the man who would usually be giving him the most attention, but he was overall too drunk to overthink. With a shrug, Richie downed his freshly made drink in record timing before crunching the plastic cup in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder, causing Eddie to scoff again from next to him. Stan spoke up from beside Bill before Eddie could ream his friend about his lack of care for tidiness.

“Maybe you should start on some water, huh, Rich?” Richie gasped dramatically, turning to look at Stan as if he had just told him pigs fly.

“Staniel, did you just ask moi to drink water? What’s the point of free booze if you’re not gonna take advantage?” He asked incredulously before standing, wobbling on his long limbs for a couple seconds and giggling a bit before regaining his balance. “Speaking of, I’m gonna go see if my boy Chris has any good brewskis lyin’ around.”

“Isn’t his name C-C-Connor?” Bill asked, shaking his head in amusement. He seemed to be the only one enjoying the trashmouth’s antics this evening, as Stan’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern which he tried to pass off as annoyance, and Eddie still kept his gaze elsewhere. It was the latter that made Richie itch for another drink.

“Whatever the fuck, Billiam. I’ll be back in a jiff, my loves! Try not to miss me too much!” Richie exclaimed with a bow, breaking out his British accent for his next sentence. “But if I find m’lady Mary Jane, don’t wait up, lads! Pip pip!”

Before Richie could step five feet from the couch, an aggressive hand was yanking him back by the wrist. Losing his footing due to the intrusion, Richie stumbled once more, nearly toppling onto Eddie. The shorter man’s tight grip on his arm was the only thing that kept him from sending them both back onto the scratchy leather of the couch below. Richie beamed at the attention he was finally receiving, despite the glare Eddie was boring deep into his features.

“Sit the fuck down, Richard. You’re not drinking anymore fucking beer and you’re definitely not smoking anything. You’re drinking some water and I’m taking you the fuck back to your room, asswipe,” Eddie said sternly, getting as close as he could to Richie’s face with the height difference between them. Richie couldn’t help but love when Eddie got like this; sure, he was red in the face more with anger than with the alcohol, but the anger was backed by mountains of concern. It reminded Richie how much his love cared about him, even though he was sure their forms of love differed. There was still some kind of love there, and sometimes, that was enough for him.

Although Richie felt his chest swell and he wanted nothing more than to ease Eddie’s anger and please him, his mouth rambled before his brain could tell it what to say, as usual.

“If you wanted to get me alone, Eds, all ya had to do was ask,” Richie slurred with a wink, slowly bringing his hand up Eddie’s arm, his calloused fingertips slightly teasing the warm skin. Eddie’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red, from anger or something else, no one was sure - until Richie’s hand was being swatted away, the smack of it loud enough for Bill and Stan to hear over the music from their spot on the couch. Richie mumbled a curse under his breath as he rubbed the skin Eddie came in contact with, a sting lingering there. He opened his mouth to speak again, some kind of excuse or apology on the tip of his tongue, but never got it out due to Eddie’s voice cutting him off.

“Stop doing this, Richie! Just stop! I’m tired of it!” Eddie's voice was slowly rising, and the tremble that laced within his words acted as some kind of magical potion; suddenly Richie had never been so sober. 

“Hey, Eddie, it’s okay. I’m sorry, whatever I did I’m sor-” The apology was interrupted with another signature scoff as Eddie looked at the ground, shaking his head, breathing out a humorless chuckle.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing,” he said with a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking Richie in his eyes once again. Despite the apartment being dark with the exception of a couple of lamps scattered around the area, Richie could see the glistening threat of tears waiting to spill from the doe eyes he loved so much. His heart ached.

“Of course you don’t know what you’re doing, Rich, because you’re too fucking drunk! You’re always too drunk. I just… I just wish you were sober for fucking once!” Eddie practically screamed, before his voice softened with hurt again. “I just wish you’d act like this with me without fucking booze.” There were a couple beats of silence between them, two pairs of dark eyes swimming with gallons of emotions simply blinking at one another, the only noise coming from Eddie’s sniffling. Richie did all in his power to search for a response, but for once in his life, the trashmouth was at a loss for words. After what felt like forever, Eddie finally ended the moment by turning on his heel and making a beeline for the door, leaving Richie to stand in dumbfounded silence while his intoxicated brain processed the scene that just unfolded. His thought process was interrupted by a voice coming from the couch.

“Wha-what just happened?” Bill asked, his amusement from earlier in the night completely dissipated and replaced with a mix of confusion and concern.

“Richie’s oblivious and a dumbass is what just happened. Nothing new,” Stan deadpanned from next to him. Richie snapped his body towards the pair, making his head spin and reminding him of just how drunk he was. He blinked at the two in an attempt to adjust his sight before raising his hands in defense at Stan’s comment.

“What are you talking about? Do you know what that was about?” Richie asked, pointing towards the direction Eddie stormed off in. Stan rolled his eyes before standing up and grabbing Richie by the shoulders with both hands, giving him a serious look.

“When we went to get drinks, Eddie talked to me. About you. About how you act when you’re drunk, all over him and shit, more than usual. And how much he likes it, but he hates that he likes it, because you only do it when you’re drunk.” Richie continued to gape at his friend, clearly not connecting what Stan’s words meant. Stan sighed, scrunching his face in annoyance and gripping Richie’s shoulders tighter. “He’s in love with you, asshole! Either tell him you love him too, because trust me, everyone except him knows you do, or stop leading him on. It’s fucking ruining him, man!”

Realization finally hit Richie, his eyes welling with tears as Stan’s grip on his shoulders softened. “He- He is? Are you sure? This- This isn’t funny, Stanley. A-Are you sure?” he breathed out, and if it wasn’t for the weight of the situation, he’d made a joke about how he was sounding like Bill, nervous stutter and all. Stan gave a slight nod and responded, but Richie didn’t hear what he said. His mind was suddenly racing; find Eddie. tell Eddie. kiss Eddie. EddieEddieEddie.

Before he knew it his feet were running just as fast as his thoughts, not 100% sure where he was going, just knowing he needed to find Eddie. Richie raced out of the apartment building into the chilly air that was New York City on a late November night, frantically scanning the streets. His eyes soon locked on a figure about half a block down, leaning against a mailbox, head in his hands. Even with the distance between them, Richie could tell he was trembling, either from the cold or from crying, he wasn’t sure. As he felt the sharp breeze across his skin exposed by the rips in his jeans, he assumed probably both.

Richie thought better than to call out his name, opting instead to slowly approach Eddie. He did his best to labor his breathing in his short walk over, mentally preparing himself for the confrontation that was about to take place. The confrontation that would bear all feelings, all confessions. All of the walls Richie had been building around himself since high school would finally come down.

He wished he had another drink.

“Eds?” He spoke softly, possibly the softest he’d ever spoken, as to not scare Eddie and send him running. The shorter man lifted his head from his hands, and Richie’s heart broke even more at the sight before him. Eddie’s eyes were red and puffy, a wall of hurt extremely evident in the soft brown. His nose was runny, and his lip quivered as he looked away when he realized who was standing in front of him.

“Don’t call me that,” he practically whispered, just loud enough for the other to catch it over the bustle of traffic in the streets surrounding them. Although he was avoiding the other man’s gaze like his life depended on it, Eddie made no attempt to walk away. Richie took that as a small win.

“Eddie, talk to me. Please. What’s up? It’s just me and you, man. C’mon.” Richie wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch Eddie. Offer a comforting hand on his shoulder, run his fingers through his hair, hold him close, tell him everything would be okay. But he didn’t dare move.

A car honked down the street, offering the only noise that cut through the thick silence when Eddie didn’t take Richie’s offer to speak. The former stayed silent with his head down, finding the dirty concrete under his pristine white converse highly interesting. Richie let out a sigh.

“Okay, you don’t have to talk. I’ll do all the talking. I’m the Trashmouth after all, aren’t I?” Richie offered a lame chuckle when his attempt at a joke fell flat, Eddie not breaking his frown even slightly. Richie cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing. “Look, I talked to Stan, he told me what you guys talked about, and -” He was cut off by the same humorless chuckle he heard in the apartment minutes ago, but this time it dripped with sadness rather than anger.

“Dammit, Stanley, you fucking traitor,” Eddie mumbled mostly to himself. He shook his head with a deep sigh and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms, making them impossibly redder, before willing himself to look at Richie, his voice finally reaching above a murmur for the first time since leaving the party. “Secret’s out, I guess. I’m a fucking cliche. The fuckin’ queer that fell for his best friend.”

All Richie could do was silently stare, mouth slightly agape and eyes comically blown, amplified more so by his glasses. Sure, Stan had told him this not even five minutes beforehand, but hearing it from Eddie himself was an entirely different experience. He figured under different circumstances, Eddie would probably be laughing at how dumb he was sure he looked. Instead, the shorter man looked at him expectantly with tears still in his eyes, clearly waiting for some kind of response, and expecting the worst. They stood this way, basically a mirroring of what played out in the party upstairs before Eddie stormed out, for a solid minute before it was - once again - Eddie who broke the silence.

“So much for doing all the talking,” he muttered, the volume of his voice lowering, Richie realizing as Eddie looked back at the ground that he was closing in on himself once again. “Good night, Rich.”

“No,” Richie finally spoke, his arm darting out to grab Eddie’s hand before he could even adjust his feet to leave. “Please don’t walk away again. Please.” His voice broke on the last plea, his own eyes finally beginning to water. Eddie was still staring in the opposite direction down the concrete path he was planning on following before he was interrupted, but was staying put, not rejecting Richie’s hand in his. “There’s so much I wanna say to you, Eddie. So much. I just… Shit, I just don’t know how.”

Richie was crying just as much as Eddie was at this point but quieter, unable to pull himself together as much as he wanted to be brave. Eddie turned his head to face Richie with his glare still hardened, only softening when he saw the state Richie was in. Eddie had known Richie since they were literal children, and he knew better than anyone that Richie Tozier didn’t cry like this. Not unless something was truly eating at him. The anger Eddie felt towards the situation seemed to have completely disappeared as he comfortably squeezed Richie’s hand, giving him encouraging eyes.

The taller man used his free hand to rub the tears from his eyes, giving him a better look at Eddie. They were standing fairly close to the lone street light of the block, the faint orange tint of the bulb complimenting Eddie’s lightly tanned skin and chestnut eyes. Without thinking, Richie brought his hand up to Eddie’s face, cupping his cheek and wiping a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb. He continued softly rubbing at the skin there after the tear was gone, his thumb dancing across the freckles, his mind flooded with thoughts of how beautiful the man before him was. Eddie closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in the feel of Richie’s touch.

Unable to find words again but refusing to let the moment slip out of his fingers for the third time of the night, Richie did the only thing he truly knew how to do; he acted impulsively.

If asked, Richie wouldn’t be able to pinpoint exactly when he decided to kiss the man he’d loved since he was 15 in the middle of Greenwich Village at one in the morning. Before he knew it, the hand on Eddie’s cheek slid down to his neck, pulling their lips together before the shorter man could react to the shift in Richie’s hold on him. As much as he didn’t want to admit the fact, Richie knew he wouldn’t have taken such action if it weren’t for the alcohol flowing through his veins, but at this point he didn’t much care. When their lips met, he forgot all about the booze, and became drunk on Eddie.

Eddie kissed back without hesitation, letting go of Richie’s hand and easily snaking his arms around his neck, with a comfortability as if they had done this thousands of times. It was sloppy due to the pair’s mixed tears along with their lack of experience, but nevertheless the two men kissed with purpose, as if the fate of their livelihood depended on this moment. Perhaps it did.

By the time they pulled away and rested their foreheads together, Eddie’s fingers had found themselves tangled in Richie’s dark curls, and Richie’s hands were gripping Eddie’s hips for dear life. The kiss hadn’t lasted too long - thirty seconds or so, if that - however the energy both men poured into those short seconds left them panting heavily, their breath tangling together, hot in the other’s face in the midst of the cold air around them.

“That was better than talking,” Richie breathed out with a wet chuckle, causing Eddie to finally crack his first smile of the night. It was a small one, the corners of his mouth curving only lightly, but Richie saw that his happiness had made its way into his stare.

“Shut up, Richie,” Eddie whispered with no real bite in his words before bringing their lips together again, this kiss softer than the last. While their first kiss was filled with the passion built up from years of mutual pining and secrets, their second let them convey the deepness of their love without words to speak. A tender peck of their lips told Richie everything he needed to know; this moment was very much real, and Eddie Kaspbrak very much loved Richie Tozier.

And if the kiss wasn’t enough, Eddie made sure to tell him when he pulled out of the kiss and rested his head on the taller man’s shoulder, pulling him into a proper embrace.

“I love you, Rich. I- I think I always have,” he confessed, his voice slightly muffled from where his face was buried in Richie’s neck, but the other man heard him loud and clear all the same. Richie released his grip on Eddie’s hips and wrapped his arms around him, letting himself breathe out a sigh of relief as he held him impossibly closer.

“I love you too, Eds. So fucking much, fuck.” Richie pressed a kiss to soft brown waves, breathing in the clean scent of lavender shampoo mixed with light cologne, his senses filling with just Eddie.

Standing in the middle of a bustling city they barely knew in the wee hours of a Sunday morning, arms wrapped tightly around one another, ignoring the strangers that walked past them most definitely giving them some variation of judgemental stares, Eddie and Richie had never felt more at home.

“Alright, Trashmouth,” Eddie started, reluctantly pulling away from Richie’s hold. Richie pouted at the loss of feeling Eddie’s body pressed against his own, making the latter chuckle and playfully roll his eyes. He pressed a quick peck to said trashmouth before continuing. “We can talk about this more in the morning. Right now, you need water and sleep.” Richie slapped a toothy grin onto his chapped lips after, once again, being reminded of how intoxicated he still was, falling back into his goofy demeanor with ease.

“Ya gonna take care of me, Dr. K? Ugh, what a dreamboat,” he replied, miming a cartoonish faint. Eddie simply giggled and grasped Richie’s hand once again, interlacing their fingers and leading him in the direction of their dorms. Richie fell back ever so slightly as to not get caught looking at Eddie like the lovesick dork he was, feeling a warmth grow in his body he was sure wasn’t due to the alcohol.

Richie still drinks after this night; old habits die hard, of course. However, Richie didn’t have to be drunk anymore to admit he loved Eddie. He told him sober and drunk, day and night, and vowed to remind Eddie just how much he loved him until the day they died.

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Lost and Found

part 03/10 “a lesson in the force”

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part 03/10

The soft plush mattress felt suffocating. The way it folded in around your body made you feel constricted. It wasn’t comforting, not now. You spent most of your night tossing and turning, and trying to wrap your mind around what Anakin had said to you. It was true in a way that you had felt something stir inside you at times, when you didn’t feel at ease really, but you had always thought it to be just a consciousness you had to situations.

The Force.

That was silly. No, Anakin was the one who was gifted with that connection. That’s why he was taken from Tatooine all those years ago. And that’s why you had to stay. Surely, if this was all true, then you would’ve been taken as well. Right? Of course. They didn’t just leave you behind. Anakin didn’t leave you behind.

You stopped yourself and sat upwards. Your eyes felt dry from the lack of sleep, but you couldn’t just stop your mind from wandering. You looked over to the pendant you had put on the table by the bed and grabbed it to hold in your hand. You sighed and leaned back as you rested against the pillows. You looked down at the pendant, the reminder, and rolled it between your fingers as the thought of last night entered your mind.

He meant to give it to you. He told you that and walked away but you had stood there with a silly grin on your face. Even now you had a little smile to yourself, and you glanced outside the window in the room. You could see the sun beginning to rise and you threw the large fluffy blanket off your body. Your eyes hurt but you felt fine overall. You got maybe two hours of rest, but you were used to it at this point.

You stood and reached for the robe you had found yesterday. It was the silkiest thing you ever felt and you wrapped yourself in it. You walked out of the bedroom and into the main room when there was a cute beep from the door. You tried to mask your excitement as you neared the door and pressed a button for it to open, but not seeing Anakin on the other side threw you off a bit. You suddenly felt too exposed, not that that’s what you were trying with Anakin.

“Master Kenobi,” you said almost unsure, hoping you had got it right. He nodded at you, only focused on your face and that seemed to put you at ease, “um—would you like to come in?”

“Yes, there is something I’d like to discuss with you.”

You nodded and stepped to the side to let him in. He walked past you, his long dark brown robe swaying over the ground. You walked behind him as he made his way over to the chairs in the middle of the room. You made the first move to sit and he sat opposite of you, and you were careful to fold your legs to keep yourself modest.

“The Council has asked Anakin and I to train you in the ways of our Padawans,” he started and your eyes lit up, “but you must be aware that we don’t train adults in the ways of the Jedi Order. It will be hard, but I believe you can succeed. We would like to start with a meditation process, later today if you feel up for it.”

You rubbed your hair, realizing the mess you must look. He was too kind to say anything, but still you felt small in front of him. He was put together while you felt strung apart inside.

“Master Kenobi,” you said in almost a whisper, before clearing your throat, “may I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” he nodded, lacing his hands together and leaning forward to rest his arms on his legs.

“Why do you think I can do it exactly?”

“Because I have felt your presence in the Force already,” he said, pausing for a moment, “before Anakin and I arrived in Shuule’s city, we heard your cry for help. The Council felt the disturbance as well. Your connection with the Force seems deeply rooted, but.. What we don’t know yet is how.”

You nodded slowly as he talked, and you braced yourself for your next question, “If I have this deep connection then why.. Why didn’t you and your Master take me too?”

Obi-Wan hid his shock. He wasn’t quite sure until that moment if you had remembered him from years ago, but he shook his head, “At the time you didn’t show these signs.”

“Are you sure?” You asked and he blinked at you. 

You were forward, you couldn’t help it. A part of you didn’t believe him, in all honesty you thought that their focus on Anakin may have clouded their acknowledgment of you. But Anakin was special, you had heard them call him The Chosen one, and maybe that was why they only focused on him. But what if all the kids had this connection? How was he so sure? You wanted him to tell you so that you could feel like you were sure.

“I.. Didn’t feel that connection around you then like I have now,” he stated carefully, “but our meditation session will tell us more.”

“What happens?” You asked and he nodded. You took his answer and he was glad to move on from the topic. He honestly wasn’t too sure himself.

“Anakin and I are going to help focus your thoughts, and the Force will guide us to the moments you mostly felt your connection. But I must warn you, it may be draining.”

You nodded your understanding, “When do we start?”

He left you shortly after that. You had kept your arms crossed in front of you as you walked him out, and when the door closed behind him you had relaxed your body. You were nervous about this mediation session, but you tried to put the thought in the back of your mind as you walked back to the bedroom area. You were sliding the robe off your body as you headed for the refresher, eager to drench your body in the warm water.

You were also a little sad Anakin did not return to you over the night or with his Master. Maybe he was too tired, maybe he got caught up with something. You rubbed your hair backwards into the water and it slicked down your back. The pressure felt as if someone was massaging your scalp helped release all the tension in your body. You took your time washing all the grime off your body, your feet turning a light shade of red from the heat on it. You rubbed your neck as you shut the water off and then slid open the door. Your wet feet met the tile, and you reached for a neatly folded towel to your side and wrapped it and wrapped it around your body. It was modest, but you didn’t care too much since you were alone now.

You walked out of the steamy bathroom and into the bedroom, passing by the opening to the living area and seeing a figure around the chairs.

“(Y/N)—“ the voice stopped suddenly when their eyes fell on your barely covered body.

You froze, meeting the eyes of Anakin himself. He must have let himself in while you were in there. Your face felt hot, from the shower or from this, and his lip trembled as he was frozen in place. Quickly though he spun around to face the other direction.

“-I-I’m so sorry.” He managed and cleared his throat. You still hadn’t said a word.

“Um let me change,” you mumbled and he nodded to himself, his back to you now.

“Yes, of course..sorry.” He said again and you hurried to the other side of the room, where some clothes were kept. You had laid out a pair of fitted black pants, and a long sleeved shirt. You preferred the more covered pieces of clothing for reasons you didn’t want to admit, and you let the towel slide to the floor as you began to change.

Anakin tried his best not to hear what you were doing. He heard the towel fall to the ground in a pile, and he moved the weight of his body between his two feet. He had to distract himself from turning around to look. No, that was inappropriate. But he also couldn’t help himself.

Thankfully it didn’t take you long to reemerge, completely clothed. You cleared your throat and Anakin turned back around. He was taller than you, and you took a couple steps forward to him, “I’m so sorry for barging in,” he said and you waved your hand at him.

“No it’s..it’s okay, Ani. Not like you saw anything.”

But he did. Your legs had been exposed to him, and he could see the flesh of your chest, all smooth and wet. He had seen a trickle of water slide down the middle of your breasts and down into the towel. He cleared his throat.

“Yes, but it’s impolite to let myself in.”

You smiled, “You’re welcome anytime Ani.”

Anakin smiled down at you, “Obi-Wan sent me to bring you to the Temple so we can start,” he said and you swallowed the lump in your throat, “he thought it best to start when you were well rested.”

“Right, well rested,” you repeated and his brows furrowed. You slid your damp hair behind your ears, and looking back at his gaze, “what?”

“Did you sleep?” He asked you and you sighed.

“Not.. a lot,” You admitted and you watched his shoulders fall “I’m fine Ani. I’m used to it.”

He took a step closer, nearly closing the space between you both, “We can postpone this if you want.”

“No, no, I’ll be fine,” you assured him. You smiled up at him and slowly his hand came to your cheek. You froze as his gloved fingers glided over your cool skin. They spread across your cheek and into your hair, his thumb resting on your cheek. His hand felt heavy, and his gaze even heavier. He was looking for something in your irises. Just as fast as he had placed his hand on your skin, he removed it almost as fast, lingering only for a moment.

“Then we should get going.”

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Anakin was quiet as he escorted you back to the temple. You struggled to keep up with his strides and kind of stared at the back of his head. Anakin was always a lot of things, but he was never hard to read before. But now.. It was starting to feel as if he was a different person. One moment he was soft and gentle with you and the next stone cold quiet, just like this. But what were you honestly expecting? People change, and you didn’t know what he had to go through all these years.

Anakin stopped and you bumped into his back, mumbling an apology as he threw a glance over his shoulder, but he offered you a smile. You glanced around, not seeing many other people in this part of the temple. You hadn’t really noticed where you both had gone. Anakin turned to you and you looked up at him.

“Before we enter you must know that the Force can be..overwhelming at times, especially with how strong it feeds from you,” he paused and you swallowed the lump in your throat, “what Obi-Wan and I are trying to do is wade through your thoughts, and see if we can find where it all began for you.”

You nodded and he seemed to sense your hesitation, and his hands grabbed your arms, “I promise you I wouldn’t put you in harm's way.. Do you know that?”

“Yes,” you answered almost automatically. Anakin nodded, and offered you another smile. Damn that smile.

“I’ll be there by your side,” he said and let go of your arms, one hand sliding behind your back and moving you beside him. You both were ready to enter the room.

The door opened and inside was Obi-Wan and the other Jedi you had met the night before. He was tall and didn’t have a single hair on his head. Their conversation stopped and looked to the two entering the room. Anakin nodded at the pair.

“Master Windu,” he greeted and the other motioned to him.

“I’ll leave you three so you can begin,” his low voice said. Anakin motioned for you to step forward and you did, walking past Master Windu as he exited the room. Your eyes moved around the room, seeing it was pretty bare. Plain carpet, plain walls, and Obi-Wan stood in the middle. He had removed his robe and folded it neatly far away in the corner, and you watched Anakin do the same. But you didn’t watch him continue with the process, your attention going back to Obi-Wan. He smiled at you for the first time.

“You’re nervous,” he said and you nodded, “I understand, but you don’t need to worry, here,” he motioned for you to come to him. You walked over and he sat down on the ground, crossing his legs and you mimicked his movements. You crossed your legs beneath you and Anakin came over to join. The three of you had formed a triangle, with the two men facing you like you were the point.

Well, you guess you were.

They had their hands on their legs, looking at you. You shifted yourself and wrapped your fingers together, glancing between them. You felt like something was pressing into your mind, but relaxation poured over your body. Your breathing leveled out, and Obi-Wan began to speak.

“Close your eyes and relax,” he prompted and you watched as their eyes closed, and yours fluttered shut too. You took a couple deep breaths, trying to relax your mind. It felt as if something was unfolding in you, a numbing feeling as your body relaxed into itself. Or maybe your mind.

“Let the Force flow through you,” he said next. A warm feeling filled your chest, and you didn’t fight it. It was something you had felt before, it didn’t scare you.

“Let the Force guide us, and show us what we need to know.”

Your eyes flew open, but you were no longer in the room. A scarf covered your mouth and goggles were over your eyes. Bright sunlight and the feeling of the scorching heat danced across your skin. You knew where you were, the memory flooding back to your mind. But this time it was different, because you weren’t alone. You could feel a presence there with you, but still, you played through the memory. You were inside one of the Jawa’s Sandcrawlers, climbing the exterior wall, a cable helping you from falling. Your hands gripped the wire as your heart rate skyrocketed. This instance was when you thought you were going to die. You looked from the ground up at the top where you were attached to. This excavation trip had turned sour quickly, when the Tuscan Raiders attacked. They had been waiting for the team to get there, and ambushed when you had started repelling up. Your cable shook, and you looked up to see one trying to dislodge the wire and to make you fall. They shook it vigorously, and you hit the side of the metal, letting out a grunt. Blaster fire sounded below you, and you pulled your blaster from your hip. You didn’t even look as you fired it upwards, but the shaking came to a stop, and a body fell past you to the sand below. You watched the body fall, and regret filled your stomach, but the fear of dying outweighed that. You looked back to the sky and gripped the wire and kept climbing. A voice below had called out to you, but you kept pulling yourself up, up, upwards.. And then the wire snapped. Watching now, you felt the air leave your chest as you clawed the air as you fell to the ground. Your body hit the sand, and it felt as if something had cushioned your impact. This was one of those instances.

Your vision went fuzzy, and you were pulled from that memory. Now, you were younger, probably not more than 16. The suns were beginning to set in the distance, and you walked behind your mother. You smiled to yourself, watching her walk away from you. She was alive at this time, and you stopped walking, looking to the side. A familiar face had caught your eye, and you turned to walk to them. Shmi Skywalker.

A feeling of love entered your mind. But you didn’t know if it was yours or someone else’s thoughts. Your feet kicked sand as you walked over, and she saw you out the corner of her eyes and turned to you with a smile on her face. You rushed over and her arms were open to you waiting for you to be wrapped against her.

Shmi was always close to your heart, and when your body met her in an embrace her hand held your head. But this time it felt different. Like she was saying goodbye. Looking back on it now you wondered if she knew she wouldn’t see you again. If she did, then you had wished she said something, you would’ve skipped work that day to see her off, and tell her everything you wanted to tell her. You voices were mumbled, you couldn’t remember what exactly you had spoken about, but her hands gripped yours, and the only words you could pull from that memory was.

“I know that my boy is doing just fine, all a mother wants is better for their children,” her hand lifted your chin to look at her, even if they were almost the same height, “you’ll leave this place too one day. Maybe you two will find one another again.” You wanted to reply but something stopped you, the memory fading once again.

This time when your eyes opened before you, you were somewhere unfamiliar. Grass cushioned your bare feet, it felt soft and you looked around. You had never been here, and you turned in a circle to look around. There was a large tree on a hill, and it looked as if someone was sitting there.

Go over to them, Obi-Wan’s voice rang in your ears. You nodded, to yourself or to the presence you carried with you through these memories, and your feet moved you closer. You trudged up the hill until you stood behind the figure. They slowly rose to their feet, but didn’t turn to you. You tried to move forward but couldn’t, stuck in your place.

You’re here child, they said to you, but not out loud, you’re here to see the truth. Your part in the galaxy.

You supposed so. But you weren’t too sure why you were here, or where this even was.

Where is this? You asked, your voice echoing around you. Something inside of you was saying to be cautious. So it wasn’t only you had never seen this.. they hadn’t either.

This is where the natural Force flows, where you belong.

Your chest felt heavy with the words, but they continued, The Jedi. The Sith. They believe the Force to be either good or evil. But they are wrong.

Wrong, you pondered, what do you mean?

The Force is neither good nor evil. There is always an equal balance, it looked like their hand extended to their side, and you felt pulled forward.

We have chosen you to carry this responsibility. As the Force runs through them, it runs through you naturally. Not good, and not evil.

I don’t understand, you shook your head. You wanted to turn and see the figure, but you couldn’t. They didn’t want you to see. You felt a rippling pain in your mind, and you tried to grip your head, but the figure had too much power over you. You were alone. Obi-Wan and Anakin are no longer there with you in your mind.

The Chosen One is said to bring balance to the Force, but he also can destroy the peace.

No, you stopped them, he could never.

But he can, he is.. strong. Overpowering. You must be there to guide him. That is why we have brought you together. You need one another.

This doesn’t make any sense, you wanted to say.

It will, they assured you, one day it will. You cannot stop what has happened, but you can be here now to guide him. You will be stronger than him in ways the Jedi will not be able to understand. But he is more powerful than you in others. They are blind in their own ways, like the Sith are in theirs.

You felt like you were shoved backwards, and when your eyes flew open you fel to the ground. You were back in the room and Anakin and Obi-Wan were already by your side.

“(Y/N) are you alright?” Anakin had asked you. You were laid back on the ground, your head on the carpet and staring at the ceiling. You breathed heavily, trying to adjust to your surroundings. You nodded abruptly, and they helped you sit up.

“I have never seen anything like that,” Anakin said, looking over to his Master, “what was that?”

“I’m not sure, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said and noticed your shivers. He quickly grabbed the robe he had folded earlier and wrapped it around your shoulders, “but it was strong enough to push us from her thoughts.”

You mumbled a thanks, and Obi-Wan helped you stand, his hand pulling you upwards as Anakin had his on your other arm. Your legs felt weak, and Anakin helped you to stand fully.

“She needs rest, Master,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan nodded.

“Yes of course, get her checked out first in the medbay,” Obi-Wan commanded, and Anakin nodded. He had to help you out of the room as Obi-Wan stayed behind. As Anakin carried you out into the hallway, you felt a wave of emotions hit you. Anakin’s panic next you while he tried to keep his body calm hit you, and each person you passed you could feel something from them. A thought, a feeling, anything you could read hit your stomach in a quick flash.

You felt very overwhelmed.

“Air,” you mumbled and Anakin looked to you, “Anakin please—I need air.”

“Okay okay, hold on,” he said to you in a low voice, bringing you somewhere farther away from where you were headed. You could see the sunlight in the distance, but felt as if your legs couldn’t get you there. When you did make it, Anakin helped you ease yourself on to a bench. He kneeled before you, looking up at you with worry in his eyes. You rested your arms on your legs and let your head roll downwards as you tried to collect yourself.

Anakin could feel something different about you, but he didn’ want to say anything.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know any of that was going to happen,” he said and you shook your head.

“No it’s okay—“

“No it isn’t,” he cut you off, anger laced in his voice, your eyes looked up slightly at his tone change, “I should’ve known you needed more time.”

“Anakin,” you warned. You were looking at him straight on, and his eyes met yours, “I.. Needed to know that. Everything. I just feel overwhelmed.”

Anakin nodded, “I can feel a change from you,” he commented, and glanced down to your hands, unsure if he should take them in his own, “what did they say to you? That being?”

You shook your head, you couldn’t tell him, their words echoed in your mind about being careful, “Just that.. I needed to be here. I don’t know what they did to me I can feel.. Well everything. Like I feel you, right now.”

Anakin smiled, “That’s the Force (Y/N), we just have to help you control it.”

You nodded and sighed, your shoulders falling, but Anakin took your hands in his. You looked at him and he smiled.

“I’ll be here. Every step of the way.”

And you knew he meant it. You didn’t know if it was because of the way he looked at you, or the way his gloved hands drew circles on the top of your hands. But you knew he meant every word he said. And you would be there for him. Just like you needed him in this instance, he would need you. When that would be you may not ever know. Something changed that day, and the Jedi weren’t the only ones who felt it.

[onmywaytobe]

Dissidia Writeblr: September 2020, Week 1

thank u @dissidia-writeblr for creating such an awesome event and i’m so sorry that i was so busy that i’m posting this very late! hopefully the fact that i wrote too much makes up for it lol

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One minute, Owen was at camp, hanging out with his friends. The next, he was suddenly in a different forest, surrounded by absolutely massive trees. He blinked and spun around, trying to take in the new scenery. The only one of his friends who was still present was Cam, looking around in a similarly confused manner.

“Uh, where did everybody go?” Owen asked. “Or maybe a better question is where did we go?” It wasn’t the first time he’d been teleported somewhere by accident, but that didn’t mean he was excited about the prospect.

Cam glanced at him, eyes still sweeping the trees around them. “I don’t know. But I don’t think we’re alone.” Owen drew closer to his friend, seeking his familiar support. If they had to fight, he knew they’d be fine. But again, that didn’t exactly mean he was excited about it.

Something stepped out from behind the nearest tree to them. It was human in shape, but devoid of color, and with a strange golden glow. Owen knew magic when he saw it, and immediately his defenses were up. But the being didn’t seem dangerous. It was the opposite of the shades he’d seen summoned by the Darkness; this being was practically pulsing with life.

Owen was so entranced by the first light being that he didn’t notice the others until Cam nudged his arm. Turning slowly in place, not wanting to startle the things, Owen saw that they were surrounded. His vision grew fuzzy, and when it cleared, he was completely alone.

“Cam?” Owen called, beginning to panic. His heart stopped when he heard a familiar voice respond to him.

“Don’t worry about him, sweetheart.” Owen spun around to see a woman standing behind him, her arms held out towards him. Her voice was warm and honeyed, without a trace of malice. “Come give your mother a hug.”

Chest aching, Owen shook his head. He would have closed his eyes, but he didn’t want to lose sight of Maria. “This can’t be real.” He was dying to close the distance between them. He could barely remember what it had felt like to be in her arms. It had been eight years since she died, and he was taller than her now. But she looked exactly the same as he remembered, with the help of pictures. Thick dark hair, sparkling eyes that made her always seem like she was smiling. Healthy and glowing. Alive.

Maria took a step closer. “Take my hand,” she invited. “I’m just as real as you are.”

Owen’s defenses crumbled. He inched closer, despite his instincts telling him not to. She’s dead, his brain kept repeating, but his body wouldn’t listen. The memories of the hospital and the cancer faded away as he reached for his mother’s hand.

The instant before their fingers met, the world went fuzzy again, like a television with bad reception. Owen thought he felt something brush his hand, and he tried to grab for it, but a wall of sound assaulted his senses.

His hands went to his ears automatically against the cacophony of screeches and hissing. Cam was back, the light beings were back and seemed to be the source of the noise. Now there was someone else there too, a man fighting the beings off. He was moving pretty fast, but his clothes and hair were unlike anything Owen had encountered before. He kind of looked like a ninja monk, although his fight moves were probably influencing Owen’s perception. From the look on Cam’s face, he didn’t know what was going on either.

After successfully dispatching the last of the beings, the man turned to Owen and Cam with a grin. “Hi! My name is Ross! You were summoned here, weren’t you? If you come with me, I can introduce you to a friend who will explain what’s going on. And he’s interested in magic! And I’ll bet you have magic.” He winked and held out his hand. “So, what do you say?”

Ross spoke very quickly, which was a little much after the recent attack. Owen closed his mouth, which had been open in awe, and exchanged looks with Cam. “Your friend knows why we’re here?” Owen asked first. It was a relief to know that nothing on their end had gone wrong to send them here, that they were “summoned” by someone (or something) else.

“Yep! He can explain everything.” Ross was still very energetic, surprisingly so after a fight. “And before you ask how I know about your magic, or how I found you, just know that it’ll be way easier to have my friend tell it to you all at once. And besides, a man’s gotta have some secrets. We have only just met.” His grin stretched even wider. “So? What do you say?”

Cam gave Owen the barest of shrugs. Owen knew what that meant; it was up to him to decide. Ross seemed genuine, despite his overall odd demeanor. Owen supposed that if he’d been summoned somewhere, there was no reason to assume that somewhere was on Earth. He tilted his head at Cam, asking if it was okay to trust this guy. Cam nodded, letting him know that he’d be behind Owen no matter what. Owen was grateful for his ability to communicate silently with his best friend so that Ross wouldn’t know what they were thinking.

“Well, you did just save us from whatever those things were,” Owen said. “Take us to your leader.”

“Excellent!” Ross spun around. “This way, men!” he announced, before marching off into the trees.

Cam chuckled as they started to follow him, but he paused when he noticed Owen’s hesitation. “What is it?” he asked, concerned.

“Oh, nothing.” Owen shook his head as they started after Ross. “Just getting used to the whole situation.” Truthfully, he was a little shaken up after seeing his mom, and possibly touching her hand. There was no way he’d actually be able to touch her, right? He knew with absolute certainty that she was dead. But he’d touched something. Or he thought he had.

Cam seemed to understand the emotion behind the words. “Those things made you see something too, huh?”

“Yes!” Owen exclaimed. Then he dropped his voice so Ross wouldn’t be able to hear. “I thought I was going crazy. It reminded me of the Darkness showing us our happiest memories. What did you see?”

Before Cam could answer, Ross interrupted. “What are you two whispering about back there?” he interjected, doubling back so he could keep pace with them. Cam was very relieved that he hadn’t had to confess his greatest desire to Owen. He didn’t need to know that Cam still had feelings for him.

[a-sea-witch-diary]

story time/anybody who works with deities pls help

two nights ago there was a REALLY bad storm. strong winds, rain, thunder, etc.

before it rained, the wind was blowing really hard. i, being the energy seeker i am (as well as the fact i wanted to collect rainwater), decided to step outside while it was windy. i was calm. collected. i started talking to the moon, the first person/entity i thought of. specifically talking to lady artemis, because i’ve kinda always been drawn to her?? i’ve always been drawn to the moon in general, but since learning about greek mythology when i was younger, she (along with hestia and apollo) drew me in the most. i have two twin plants i named after artemis and apollo!! artemis the plant was sitting under shade, apollo the plant was beside a succulent. (this is important to remember)

so the energy was around me, i was talking to the moon. just idle chatter. “it’s been a minute. how are you? uh. the wind is really strong!” when all of a sudden i heard a thump. i was startled, obviously, so i look over and see apollo the plant on the ground. i was like “artemis pls don’t be mean to the plant i named after your brother :((“ and i picked him back up (keep in mind these plants are taller than i am [5’4]). after a moment, the plant knocked over again. i picked him back up, and was like “u know what? i’m just gonna set him by artemis the plant. how’s that?” and idk if it’s just me, but the moon seemed to brighten slightly, idk man!! so i set apollo beside artemis, and as sOON AS I DID THAT, the wind stopped.

and i don’t mean like “oh the wind slowed down” i mean the wind STOPPED. like somebody pressed pause. a strange feeling washed over me, so i was like “haha imma go to bed now, night! don’t knock over apollo again, please!” and as soon as i started heading inside, the wind started blowing. i’m?? at this point i’m rapidly texting my friend like “I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS COINCIDENCE BUT UHH...” she was like “oh shit fam artemis might be reaching out”

now. i was raised non-religious. my father believes in science. my mom is...sorta a believer in this kind of stuff, but that’s because my great grandmother was a witch. i’ve had tons of witchy shit happen to me (specifically more linked to the ocean, more on that later lol)

continuing with my tale, i tried making a pendulum (to see if anybody was reaching out), made sage water or something like that, and then went to bed at like 2 am. my dreams were...strange. flashes. a girl, a flash, a fawn, bright eyes. my dreams are usually adventurous while also being more prophetic (i’ve always dreamed about events happening in the future, usually through small scenes, or through vague signs. i have a shit ton of stories about THAT. but, again...later time lmfao). i woke up in the morning feeling spooked, weird, but safe? all in all i’m still confused. anybody think they can help??

(now i’m praying said friend who has a tumblr doesn’t find this because that’d be a bit embarrassing 😳😬)

(sorry this is so long it was a wild night)

[faunusden]

Sun’s Out Bun’s Out! Pt. 1

Part 1 of a silly fic idea of mine where a Big Buff Velvet has a Big Gau Holiday in Menagerie to meet up with Blake whom she’s dating, and meets Ilia, the adorable chameleon faunus whom Blake is also sweet on.

Expect R A I N B O W F R A P P shipping, swearing, some sexiness implications and my own terrible prose

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"Fuuuuck me..." Velvet groaned, wiping sweet from her freckled brow as she stepped off of the boat. It was so gods damned hot. The rabbit faunus was not used to the heat: Menagerie was a sweltering tropical paradise for faunus, but not every faunus was a tropical species; such as her, a simple lapine. She groaned and stretched, her thick, heavily muscled frame strained and she felt several joints popping. Menagerie architecture was unlike anything she was used to back in Vale-all curves and wood and exotic styles-and it was a refreshing change, as was the cool water sloshing against the pier and the jetties. Velvet glanced at her reflection in the waters off the pier; and allowed herself a few seconds to admire her own physic before she felt her scroll vibrate in her shorts. Pulling it out, she cupped her hand around it so as to actually see the screen in the uncaring bright sun. -- Shake n Blake Hey Velvet, just wondering if u got off the boat or not yet. I kno its hot so we have cold drinks here waiting lol. See u soon! X Blake -- Smiling, Velvet responded with a text of her own. -- Buns of Steel Ye, off the boat now. Fucking A its hot-I can feel myself melting aaaaa Be there soon kit-kat. -Velvel -- Satisfied, she put the scroll away and walked along the streets of Menagerie town. She'd never been here before, and it was such a wonderful sight! Faunus of all kinds living in peace, away from human racism and oppression. Cool clear waters. She caught the eye of a canine faunus wagging her tail and smirking at her, clearly eyeing her abs up. Hotties... Velvet shook her head, causing her ears to flop about. Not even in Menagerie for an hour and already crushing on every hot girl she saw. Smooth, Velvet, really smooth. The walk wasn't much further; but it was a pain in the ass to hop between shade beneath palm trees and buildings. The sprawling manor house that the Belladonna clan resided in came into view; imposing in person as it was in picture. Velvet gulped; even though she knew Blake, having been with the feline faunus for some time, she had never been to her family home before, nor even Menagerie itself. This was all so much for her to take in, she hoped she wouldn't mess up by being a dumbass. Her scroll buzzed once more. -- Shake n Blake U here yet? My parents are dying to meet u and keep asking me when ure gonna b here! Blake X -- That was relieving, Velvet breathed out a sigh. She was practically at the gates of the place and so didn't feel it neccessary to text her back. Here goes... Velvet knocked on the door, the heavy wood giving a resounding, almost echoing thud with each blow to it. For a good few seconds there was no response, nothing happened. But then, slowly, there was a loud clunk behind the doors, and one of them began to open, and Blake's grinning face emerged to greet her. "Velvet! You finally made it!" the dark skinned cat Faunus beamed, swinging the door open fully and embracing her buff rabbit girlfriend in a deep hug, capping it off with a gentle smooch. "Hey, Blakeyboo~" she responded, her strong arms almost crushing the taller, but thinner girl against her when she tightened the hug. "Ew, you're sweaty as shit." Blake chuckled, her nose almost crinkling from Velvet's strong, musky odor. "Gonna need a shower before you meet my folks, and uh, someone else I want you to meet." Velvet cocked her head, someone else? Blake had alluded to there being another girl she was sweet on, and Velvet was okay with that, but she hadn't expected her to maybe meet this mysterious waif during her brief stay. From what she knew, this mystery girl was some form of reptilian faunus? "Right, where's your shower then luv?" she rolled her eyes. About thirty minutes later, the now squaky clean Velvet was clad only in a towel within the Belladonna clan's bathroom, drying her ears off. She looked in the mirror and smirked as she let the towel loosen enough to reveal her muscles; abs and biceps that made even the likes of Pyrrha Nikos and Yang Xiao Long, the two other buff girls of Beacon jealous. The click of the door opening behind her and subsequent gasp of shock made her rabbit ears twitch and she spun around to see who had walked in on her. She assumed it was Blake being mischievous, as she was wont to do, but instead it was...another faunus girl? "A-ah... I-I'm...I;m sorry, I didn't...!" she squeaked, hiding her scaly face behind her hands. Was her face...glowing? She was blushing so hard she was almost glowing pink. It was so cute. "Hey hey, its okay!" Velvet said softly, trying to show that she wasn't bothered by this accidental intrusion. "My fault for not lockin' the door eh? Calm down sheila, okay?" The new girl relaxed, removing her hands from her face enough so that her grey eyes were visible. Velvet took her in:  A short, skinny girl with a tan complexion and patches of scales, and long brown hair in a ponytail. She was clad in a simple black tank top and blue shorts, and was wearing sandals. her facial scales still thrummed a vibrant pink, seems that they changed color to indicate her mood. "You Ilia Amitola?" she asked her, tightening her towel back up. "Y-yes, I am! And you must be...Velvet?" Ilia responded, finally sharing a tiny smile now that she wasn't freaking out about seeing a buff rabbit faunus almost naked in the bathroom. "Yup, Velvet Scarlatina, at yer service." Velvet did a mock curtsy, her ears sagging down comically. "Blake told me you'd be coming, but hadn't mentioned you were already here..." "Oh, she must have expected you to accidentally walk in on me almost. or actually naked then." Velvet rolled her eyes. "Where're her parents anyway?" "Ghira is away on business, something to do with tribes up on the northern most part of the islands. Kali is out shopping. So its just me, you and Blake." Velvet smiled and grabbed her clothes, motioning for Ilia to leave while she dressed. "Unless you want a show I'd suggest you take your cute scaly arse outta here." Ilia's facial scales flushed bright pink once more and she wordlessly, practically jumped out of the room and shut the door so quickly there blast of air from its slam chilled Velvet. She laughed and went about dressing herself. Blake, your other girlfriend is an adorable little dork.

[uni6bebe-blog]

Pentagon: Staying the night and waking up together for the first time.

 Anonymous requested: Hi, I saw u have a new admin. Can I ask to do Pentagon for when u guys be together long time and sleep together for first time and wake up in morning? ^ sorry for bad English ): I hope you understand. Thank u 

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Side note: hey love thanks sm for the request, I’m really excited to do my first ever Pentagon one but I’m not sure if you meant “sleep” or sleep sleep so I guess I’ll try to blend a little bit of both in. I hope you’re okay with that and still enjoy! Thanks :)

WARNING: A little smutty, lol but not really? Sexual indications.... I think? HAHAHA ENJOY!

- Hui (Hwitaek):

Hui, Hui, Hui, where do I even start? I definitely see him as a devil in angels clothing, literally Pentagon in the streets and Triple H in the sheets. HAHAHAHA!! But honestly, I think Hui would start out very calm and a little distance at first making sure that he didn’t overstep any boundaries but once he knew you were growing more comfortable, he would let a little bit of the flirt in him come out, gradually pulling you in closer. I imagine the two of you, laying face to face while talking, him putting his forehead against yours, and planting kisses all over your face, then onto your lips. This would turn into the two of you softly making out and his lips moving from yours to your neck, and elsewhere. He would ask if you were okay and the two of you would end the night making sweet love. 

When you and Hui woke up in the morning, you’d be laid up in his shirt, and him alone in his boxer briefs. He’d pull you close and grab the covers and wrap them around the two of you, the warmth of the sun shining in throw the shades, he’d place a kiss on your forehead, and tell you “last night meant a lot to me. Did it for you?... I really love you y/n.” 

- Jinho: 

Jinho would have everything set up before you even got there. He’d make sure it was perfect for you. He had all of your favorite snacks, he even ordered take out. When you got there, you’d watch a tv series you two had started together. When you started to doze off so he decided it was time for bed. He’d carry you into the room, placing you onto the bed, cuddling up with you, his head in the crook of your neck, the both of you falling asleep while he held your hand. 

When you woke up, Jinho was still asleep. You noticed you weren’t in the living room, a little confused wondering how you ended up in bed. You woke him up with a kiss and some coffee, only for him to grab you and place you into his lap, giving you a kiss and saying his good morning. 

- Hongseok:

Hongseok would be headed to your house once he got off the plane. He was very calm, and not really nervous at all... That is until he got to your door. He was full of excitement and became eager to see you. Once you opened the door *lmao, you’re Jinho.. running up to Hongseok exactly like that*, he’d drop his bags, and pull you into a warm embrace. He had finally come back from the Pentagon tour, “I’m so happy to see you, I missed you so much!” Once you got inside the two of you would be getting ready for bed. He’d lay you against his chest and ask you if everything was alright while he was gone and how he wished you were with him the whole time. This would feel so normal and just being together made it feel like this wasn’t even your first night together although it was.

The next morning, you’d be awake while he was still asleep. It’d  be a bit hard to move with his legs tangled in between yours, his arm placed under yours, hand rested on your shoulder. You tried to move without waking him up but that would only cause him to open his eyes a bit, him pulling you in closer, “jagi, let’s just stay like this a little longer.”

- E’Dawn (Hyojong):

I think E’Dawn would be perfectly fine, no nerves or anything. He’d simply just treat it like another day. He’d make sure you were okay and that everything was to your comfort. The fact that he was so casual about it would take away a lot of your nerves and would help you ease into laying there with him. The two of you would be laying on the bed, simply just looking at the ceiling, your head against his chest, just talking about anything and everything.

Waking up with E’Dawn would be sooooo comforting, waking up in the warmth of his arms would only make you *you’re Hyuna - (ugh, only imagine, she’s beautiful.)* want to go to sleep some more. You’d ask him to stay just the way you were, slowly drifting back to sleep. After all he was free from all types of work today so why not sleep in a little? 

- Shinwon:

Our sweet boy Shinwon would be like E’Dawn, totally fine. I mean he’d be completely comfortable which would make all the worries you had earlier seem like they were never there. Before the two of you got into bed, he’d make sure that you had everything you needed. “Do you need anything? Toothbrush, extra blanket, glass of water, anything? Just let me know.” After the two of you got situated he’d let you pick what side of the bed you wanted to sleep on and would ask again if you were sure that everything was to your comfort. He would want everything to be just right for you. He’d shift into a cozy position, leaving the both of you satisfied. 

When you woke up Shinwon would already be out of bed. You’d get up to look for him when you hear the front door open, in his hand was breakfast from your favorite little cafe just a block away. He’d apologize for leaving without saying anything but he didn’t want to wake you up because you seemed so at ease. You’d enjoy your breakfast and of course he’d ask if everything was alright last night and jokingly you’d say “oh well, it could’ve been better,” just to tease him a bit so he’d get that everything went great.

- Yeoone (Changgu):

After a long day of work, you went over to Yeoone’s place exhausted. You got to his house and were extremely happy to be in his presence but couldn’t fight your sleep as hard as you tried to. He tried to insist on the two of you going to bed but you constantly said no. You ended up falling asleep and with that he went to the room, bringing out a pillow and blanket. He’d place it under your restless head and lay next to you, holding you, running his fingers through your hair. He’d give you a kiss on the forehead and simply allow you just to sleep, he was happy that this was even happening.

You woke up feeling bad since it was your first night together but Yeoone made sure to let you know he wasn’t upset at all. He was happy that you were even there with him. He’d reassure you with suggesting that you stay over again tonight, where you guys could sleep in the room, and enjoy sometime together before bed. You did just that and he was just as happy as the night before. 

- Yanan: 

Right off the bat, Yanan is such a sweetheart. I look at him and just see a huge human teddy bear. Yanan would be so gentle with you and would simply be happy just being in bed with you. Although he’d be shy at first, he’d slowly grow more comfortable, tracing small circles along your back with his long fingers while he held you. Yanan would sing a little song and placed soft kisses on your forehead to slowly ease you into your sleep.  

Yanan would say his good mornings, give you a kiss, and would simply just hold you. He’d ask how you slept and tell you to stay in bed, going off to make the two of you breakfast for a little bit of breakfast in bed. When he came back you were asleep again, not wanting to wake you up he’d allow you to sleep, and waited to eat, placing the food into the microwave. Once you were up, he’d smile at you and say, “hi baby, did you sleep okay?”

- Yuto:

Although Yuto presents himself as someone who is very calm, I imagine him being very shy at first. This would be a big deal to him since it was your first night together but once he got comfortable, he’d be somewhat like Kino and Wooseok. He wouldn’t be as touchy right away, he’d wait for you to take a bit more action. His confidence would grow as you pressed your body against his more, wrapped your arm around his body, or even simply placed your hand against his chest. I think this would make Yuto feel like he was safe to touch you a little bit more. He wouldn’t stop asking, “is this okay?” and you’d have to shut him up with your lips pressed against his... Feeling like he got the green light, he’d pull you onto his body to straddle his lap. You could feel his length against your thigh, Yuto becoming very touchy. He’d soon turn the light out and flip your body under his. 

Once you guys woke up in the morning, Yuto would be a little shy again. He’d be a little worrisome and scared that he made you feel like things were going too fast.. You could tell something was on his mind when he asked, “you know how much I love you right?” So you reassured him with a kiss and his head against your chest. You told him you love him back and that last night was amazing, he’d feel much better. You could feel him becoming more relaxed with the stiffness of his body fading away. *imagine you’re Jinho*

- Kino (Hyunggu):

Okay, let’s just get this outta the way, THIS BOY IS SUCH A FLIRT!! I mean, we’ve all seen how this guy dances. I can just imagine him being very touchy as long as you were comfortable. He would hold you by your waist, lay his body on top of yours with his head on your chest or vise versa. He’d definitely be the type to run his fingers along the side of your body or against your arms. It wouldn’t even have to be in a sexual manner, he literally just admired your beauty, and this was his way of taking it all in.

When you guys wake up, he’d be super cuddly. He wouldn’t want to want to get up, and would ask something like “baby, can we just stay like this all day?” Of course it would be hard to say no but eventually he’d get up and take you out to grab a bite to eat.

- Wooseok:

Just like Yanan, Wooseok is a giant teddy bear but... Taller! lmao. Like Yanan, he’d also be shy and very gentle. I think his large figure would make him a little more nervous and tense because he would be scared of accidentally hurting you or possibly applying to much pressure against your body. I think you’d have to take a little bit of the lead and scoot yourself closer towards him so he’d realize it’s okay, it’d help him relax more, and he’d hold you even tighter causing you to become even more satisfied with the position you guys were laying in.

Once you guys woke up, he’d be sure that you were okay, and he didn’t make you uncomfortable at all while asleep. With validation, he’d be much more comfortable, and start to do all the things he wished he could’ve done the night before. Grabbing you by your waist and placing sweet kisses on your neck. He might even suggest a bit of morning sex and you would not oppose at all, the lazy yet very romantic touch of your two bodies connecting. After this, you two would take a little nap.

[higgins5]

Tag game

Oof, this is so so late, but I am doing it! And thank you to the lovely @foxsoulcourt for tagging me!

LAST

drink: Water, we are being healthy children here 

phone call: My District Manager at work to discuss my transfer

text message: One of my best friends about his terrible life choices (jk but really binge watching a show for 14 hours straight? Boy get to sleep!)

song you listened to: I’m Over You by Bryan James (it may or may not have been on loop for a while)

time you cried: Last Thursday 

EVER

dated someone twice: Haha, yep. Didn’t work out, but we’re still friends

kissed someone and regretted it: Not yet!

been cheated on: Unfortunately

lost someone special: I think we all have, but such is life

gotten drunk and thrown up: Oh god no

fave colors? Sea green, storm gray, oh I can’t believe i almost forgot! Really any deep blue or purple, like how the night sky gets just before it’s almost black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE I?

made new friends: Multiple, and i am so greatly for all of the lovely people who have graced my life

fallen out of love: Not so much people. But things I believed I loved turned a little false, yes

laughed until you cried: Gosh, all the time. It’s awful, I call it my seal laugh because I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe and i’m just doubled over hitting a table or my leg to express my joy because that’s all I can do

found out someone was talking about you: Just two weeks ago! And honestly I hate that. Like if you’re gonna talk bad about me just do it to my face. I’ll find out one way or another, might as well be from you

met someone who changed you: Some good people, some not so good people. But I believe it was all for a reason

found out who your friends are: Yes

kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: Hmm... Well, I do not actually have a Facebook so I guess that would be a no

GENERAL

how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I guess I can clarify about FB here. My parents were always freaked out about the internet so never let me get one, and being a good child I never did- plus I was just not interested, so I just... never got around to it in adulthood. AND like whenever I needed to talk to a friend through FB I just used my parents page cause that was their solution, so there was no real need. But like, from the friends I had on my mom’s page yes, I know all of them irl

do you have any pets: SEVERAL AND I LOVE ALL OF MY FURRY CHILDREN! I have an 11yo poodle/terrier mix (mom was a poodle, dad was the terrier next door. Truly a scandal) named Bear and i love my grumpy old man to death; a 2yo boxer/husky mix we rescued that was originally supposed to be a lab which was a total lie named Nutmeg, but it’s okay I love my babe even if i can take her on a 3mi run and she’s still ready to run 3 more; an 8yo wonderfully affectionate and beautiful tabby cat named Willow; a 6 year old (oh my god, she’s 6, it feels like yesterday she was a satellite dish in a collar that meowed) purring machine tabby cat named Sage; and two beautiful girls. Lagertha and Gwenievere are two very playful and loving one year old dumbo eared rats

do you want to change your name: Eh, not really. I’ve had it for this long, might as well keep it

what did you do for your last birthday: Oh that was so fun. I went to the Melting pot (this fancy fondue place, so good) With a couple of friends and had a really great time, even though someone got me crayons as a gag gift (I.... hate, crayons with a PASSION, but she’s known me for like 10 years so of course I accepted.... hesitantly)

what time did you wake up today: Like 7:30? but i didn’t actually leave my bed until 9ish because don’t be fooled, I am not a morning person. I just run because I’m an idiot

what were you doing last night at midnight: Sleeping

what is something you can’t wait for: Figure out where life is taking me and then be a bomb ass bitch at it

what are you listening to right now: X&Y by Coldplay

have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I have, and he is a lovely person. Go talk to a Tom everybody, nice people

something that gets on your nerves: Horrible people. Like just those people that are horrible for no absolute reason. Like grow up, get a life, why do you have to make other people just because you’re unhappy. there are many people you could see for help and I have a number you can call if you need a recommendation 

most visited website: Probably a tie between Tumblr, Youtube, and Spotify

hair color: Well, naturally I am blonde but rn it’s a reddish auburn color (but hey, people ask me all the time if it’s my natural color so who knows maybe i was destined for this shade)

long or short hair: ish? It’s growing from a pixie (that I might go back to soon) so its like... not quite shoulder length yet but give it another month and we might be there

what do you like about yourself: You know what, i’m gonna give myself some love and say everything. Lol, but as a serious answer probably my personality/nature. I have a very big heart but am also incredibly sarcastic so it is a delicate balance 

want any piercings: SO many. I’m saving up to get my nose done soon (nostril) and later I’ll get my daith, helix, third piercing in my lobe, tragus, and maybe rook

blood type: Some kinda O? Honestly for someone who donates blood as much as I do, I should really know (but important blood donation note, if you wish to make sure not to do it too frequently! Healthy people = healthy blood = healthy donation receivers!)

nicknames: Gosh, too many to type. Apparently I’m just nick namey. But uhhh, the most common: Ash, Ashbash, Higgins, Higgy, Higgs, Figgins, Chief 

relationship status: Single

zodiac sign: I’m one of the twin fish babes, Pisces all the way

pronouns: She/Her

fave tv show: Don’t watch as much tv as I used to but Supernatural is always a good go to (recently I’ve been watching a lot of HGTv and doctor Phil and Hallmark with my mom though, if that’s anything)

tattoos: None (yet)

right or left handed: right handed, I’m basically useless with my left (unless an instrument is involved)

ever had surgery: Nope, and hopefully we keep that trend goin!

piercings: two ear piercings 

sports: Uh... in High School I was pretty active and track and I was a competitive shooter (air rifles- but I’m from Texas so). Nothing in college at the moment, I might try out for the track team just cause i miss bein a part of stuff

vacation: I am broke, I can only dream (but I do really wanna travel, so gotta save up!)

trainers: my totally stylish suede brown vans are my go to, but Adidas for running

eating: Currently? Nothing, but I did have some steamed broccoli and carrots&rice, and grilled chicken for dinner

drinking: Orange Juice

I’m about to watch: Absolutely nothing

waiting for: Didn’t I already answer this? it’s so much pressure. Uh... change?

want: To be successful in whatever I 

get married: Eventually

career: Haven’t gotten there yet, but everyday is one step closer

hugs or kisses: Depends on who and when

lips or eyes: Eyes. First thing I notice

shorter or taller: At 5′3 I don’t think I can even pretend to say i’m tall

older or younger: I probably fall more on the younger spectrum

nice arms or stomach: Yes

hookup or relationships: I am a committed relationship kinda person all the way. Never really understood the whole hookup thing but to each their own

troublemaker or hesitant: A hesitant troublemaker is probably more me. I say I try to stay out of trouble, but it just kinda finds me

HAVE I EVER?

kissed a stranger: No

drunk hard liquor: Yes

lost glasses: Ugh, all the time, worst is when I lose my contacts AND glasses

turned someone down: Yes

sex on the first date: Not my style

broken someone’s heart: Yes

had your heart broken: In love and life

been arrested: Nope, and i’d like to keep it that way!

cried when someone died: Yes

fallen for a friend: Yes

DO I BELIEVE IN?

yourself: Well someone has to, so might as well be me!

miracles: I do. And if they aren’t true, at least the belief of their existence helps make their outcome possible

love at first sight: In some fairytale world maybe, but for me, nah

kiss on the first date: Possibly

angels: Yes. Of what way and form I think that’s for you to decide

OTHER

best friend’s name: I have a couple because there is too much life to only need one person in it! Lexi+Brittany+Mauricio+Imaya from all the way back to middle school and Ronan (a recent addition)

And even if we don’t talk every day of our lives I know they’ll always be there for me when I need them. Good or bad. And they know I would do the same. That’s all that really matters in the end. They’re my little chosen family

(oh that got a bit sappy, okay moving on)

eye color: Light blue? Blue? I dunno, people say it’s pretty so I go with it

fave movie: Don’t really have one...

favorite actor: Yeah... same with movies, don’t have one of those either

extrovert or introvert: I like to call myself an introverted extrovert

favorite flower: white peonies 

favorite hello kitty character? I wasn’t aware there were characters aside from hello kitty....

oof this is a long post, but very fun to do! Hopefully y’all haven’t done this yet but if so well I’m gonna tag you anyways @i-h8-u-no-u-dont @pansexualpandion @rvmengf @egglorru @it-has-the-gay-fanfiction and really @ anyone who wants to do this! I’d love to see your versions!!

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trii was tagged by sweethearts @080525 and @replaymp4 , hehe thank you so much!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

rules: answer these 85 statements about Urself, then tag 20 people

LAST

drink - water ; staying hydrated for shinee💦💦 

phone call - this stalker who harrasses us for two years now lol :////

text message - sent sara aka @01sag a post abt iced coffee ;_;

song you listened to - judge me but cheetah girls - step up

time you cried - yesterday e yedgug?? nvm edit : it was 10min ago

EVER

dated someone twice - i never even dated once ;( 

kissed someone and regretted it - hhhhhhhhhhhhh yee 

been cheated on - no and hamdoulillah 

lost someone special - yes 

been depressed - the grind never stopped since 6th grade !!!!!

gotten drunk and thrown up - yes 

FAV COLORS

#0f0096

#5fe8be 

black

all shades of blue tbh

#44080e

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE U…

made new friends - a very few but yes 

fallen out of love - noo

laughed until you cried - a friend stuck bread on a tree branch at school and i LOST it 

found out someone was talking about you - they aint about that .....

met someone who changed you - no 

found out who your friends are - hm i have no clue i dont really care lol :(

kissed someone on your facebook friends list - astaghfirullah no thank Allah😞

GENERAL

how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - all? i think

do you have any pets - not right now 

do you want to change your name - yes! i dont like my name that much :( 

what did you do for your last birthday - studied for an exam , cried , ate pizza and cake and watched a shinee concert if i remember well !

what time did you wake up today - 9am ish 

what were you doing at midnight last night - watching 2000s hit songs compilations ugfeguergdzi

what is something you can’t wait for - getting the fuck out of high school like please where’s my bac already 

what are you listening to right now - said the people - dinosaur jr !

have you ever talked to a person named tom - nope 

something that gets on your nerves - when someone has bad attitude or is tensed up for nothing , God 

most visited website - youtube , pnterest and tumblr i guess .. and one i cant say lol

hair color - B&B : Brown & Boring :D

long or short hair - reaaaaally short lmoa 

do you have a crush on someone - no

what do you like about yourself - that i’m ambitious and can talk my way out of almost anything ! 

want any piercings - a helix hehe

blood type - A+ 

nicknames - hib , gigi bc of my last name .. hiba inu , hibz , my brother calls me cheeky fool :( my parents call me pipish or bibita which is incredibly embarrassing to say right here right now 

relationship status - do i look like anyone could ever want to date me     ever

zodiac - libra ♎

pronouns - she/her ! 

fave tv shows - oooooooo crap i’d say sherlock bbc lol and peaky blinders 

tattoos - i want some stick and poke ones 

right or left handed - right 

ever had surgery - noooo 

piercings -i have two on each ear and planning on adding more !

sport - i    do not comprehend this qquestion

vacation - i’m still on vacation actually, the longest ones ive had, since the start of june so i’m currenty Dying tbh

trainers - ???

MORE GENERAL

eating - rn ...air ; we eat at very late hours in morocco especially my house 

drinking - water 

Im about to watch - a documentary 

waiting for - my teeny weeny afro to grow =( 

want - to have confidence in myself 

get married - i’m sorry but we do not believe in that in this household 

career - one i want is anything scientific ! one im forced to do is business stuff haha 

WHICH IS BETTER

hugs or kisses - hugsssss

lips or eyes - eyes 

shorter or taller - hmmm tough bc i like to hug people but also love to snuzzle my head in someones chest so i really dont know :/

older or younger - same age ? and older 

nice arms or stomach - neither i dont care egyegfegfe

hookup or relationship - well 

troublemaker or hesitant - as a libra thats just obvious but im a bit of a troublemaker too

HAVE U EVER

kissed a stranger - noo ): 

drank hard liquor - yeeeeees (:

lost glasses - oh GOD it was so bad i walked into a glass door while looking for them and started nosebleeding

turned someone down - yes :$

sex on first date - lmoa

broken someone’s heart - i hope not but some have told me that i did :( 

had your heart broken - meh 

been arrested - nooo but i got stopped by security guards a few times 😶

cried when someone died - this is just hilarious isnt it :P XD 

fallen for a friend - yes 

DO U BELIEVE IN

yourself - we’re working on it 😔😔

miracles - yes sometimes 

love at first sight - no honestly , i agree with nemeth 💞on the lust at first sight option 

santa claus - look i may have the mental age of a 5 year old but come on-

kiss on a first date - it seems to always happen so yes? even if i cant speak out of experience you know 

angels - YES 💞💞💞💞

OTHER

best friend’s name - i dont really have BEST friends but my really close ones are named sara , marwan and selma 

eye color - again ; B&B : Brown & Boring -_-

fave movie - the rocky horror picture show 

fave actor - none really

i’m tagging @01sag @taemsbaby @virgostellium @infpline @stylishmp3 @cupidjohnny @gothmonster @iloveminho @moon9oddess @viewgf @jaeminbf @diorclit @diorwlw @159rm @mlnho @tophyuna @nctanti @tittiesloveblog @6apricorn @chaoticsoftie and anyone who wants to do it, really ! also sorry for my dumbass answers 😤 i hope it was at least a tiiny bit entertaining to fucking read . 🤔👏💞

[eggscelsior]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @allforandreil <3

last?

drink: Tap water phone call: My dad text message: My mom song you listened to: Choke by I Don’t Know How But They Found Me (it’s my “drugged Andrew censoring Neil and himself in Exites” song) time you cried: idk prolly yesterday, I cry a lot over happy and sad things

ever?

dated someone twice: Like, two dates? Yes. Broke up and took em back? I’m not masochistic. kissed someone and regretted it: Yes been cheated on: Nah  lost someone special: Yes gotten drunk and thrown up: I was that drunk precisely once and I made myself throw up because it was an uncomfortable sensation and I didn’t want to digest any more of the alcohol. I don’t understand Kevin and the Monsters that get wasted, okay, it’s not fun??? fave colors?: Any dark shade of purple (plums, wines), royal blue, deep green, sunny yellow

in the last year have you?

made new friends: Yes :) fallen out of love: Nah the ace awakening happened like five years ago laughed until you cried: Lots :) found out someone was talking about you: Not in a bad way met someone who changed you: Yep! Very recent friends who have made me more comfortable and confident <3 found out who your friends are: I accumulate them slowly and keep them forever, it’s not a sudden discovery kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: Nope!

general

how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Facebook is for people who actually know my face, so all of em. do you have any pets: Rosie is my gorgeous Dumerils boa <3333333 do you want to change your name: Yep! Amelia Rae ...and some last name that ends in a T. Because Ameliorate is my favorite English word. I am that nerd.  what did you do for your last birthday: My best friend/fake twin (same birthday) and her fiance and I went out for dinner and homemade cake what time did you wake up today: 7am what were you doing last night at midnight: I will be perfectly honest I was reading my tagger’s delicious smut and I am not ashamed. what is something you can’t wait for:  To have a place of my own without family or roommates. what are you listening to right now: My fish tank have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yeah something that gets on your nerves: People who pretend everything is fine to your face and complain to others about you, instead of simply telling you their problem and letting you change and grow accordingly. most visited website: Tumblr hair colour: Dishwater blonde. Can’t be assed to put in effort and color it but if I did I’d go auburn like my mother (WHY didn’t I get her hair genes TnT) long or short hair: Shoulder length, needs to be cut short again what do you like about yourself: My empathy. Also my tits want any piercings: Maybe an industrial? But it would look weird with my preference for dangly earrings over studs in the lobes. blood type: O+ nicknames: Not sure I have one, aside from things my brothers called me as a child that didn’t stick relationship status: Single and satisfied with this zodiac sign: Cancer (Gemini with the Ophiuchus shift, which works well with having a fake twin and all) fave tv show: B99, Father Brown, Endeavour, NCIS (till Abby left), uh...basically if it’s detective or procedural cop, but especially if it’s British, I’m guaranteed to love it tattoos: none yet, I’ve got a spot in mind once I have a meaningful design right or left handed: Right-handed ever had surgery: Wisdom teeth extraction piercings: Ears, nips sports: Does calligraphy count? No? Well, the gym. trainers: Ryka eating: Salmon and Kale Quinoa Salad from Bubba’s 33 (@nurplenurple go eat this holy shit) drinking: Tap water, perpetually. I crave that mineral i’m about to watch: Got an odd hankering for Season 1 (the only good season) of that Tokyo Drift anime with the odd lips, you know the one...Initial D, that’s the name waiting for: Aforementioned anime to buffer want: My job to pay twice as much get married: PFFFFT NAH career: I love working in my water lab, just y’know...twice as much money pls hugs or kisses: hugsssssssss lips or eyes: Eyes (specifically the combination of dark hair/lashes and light irises, hnnnnng good aesthetic material right there) shorter or taller: I’ve never dated a guy taller than me and I’m related to no men shorter than me, not sure if there’s a psychological connection there older or younger: Well I have a kink for older but not for ME, y’know. Just to look at. nice arms or stomach: Mmmmmmmmng biceps hookup or relationship: Neh troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant

have you ever?

kissed a stranger: No drank hard liquor: Yes lost glasses: Spare contacts in the purse for when I lose the glasses, otherwise can’t be assed to put in contacts turned someone down: No sex on the first date: Never broken someone’s heart: ...yes but didn’t mean to had your heart broken: By my own fuckin asexuality, maybe been arrested: Nope cried when someone died: Yes fallen for a friend: No

do you believe in

yourself: Sometimes miracles: Yes love at first sight:  No kiss on the first date:  Not frenching lol angels: Yes

other?

best friend’s name: The irl ones? Liliana and Maddie <3 The online ones? DK and Misha and getting to know a few others too <3 eye colour: Hazel fave movie: The Emperor’s New Groove favourite actor: Tyler Hoechlin favourite food: Vegetables, is that weird to say? I snack on frozen bagged veggies instead of popcorn extrovert or introvert: Introvert favourite flower: Rose for the scent, Lily of the Valley for appearance favourite hello kitty character? We’re just going to replace this with “Homestuck” and the answer is Karkat

I’m tagging @dkafterdark, @nurplenurple, @still-waiting-for-godot, and @yeollie-bells ^u^

[1kook]

85 questions

rules: answer 85 questions about myself then tag 20 people

i was tagged by @teapical aka the sweetest blog i follow, thank you!!

last

1. drink - water

2. phone call - my friend bc i missed him!

3. text message - my best friend!!

4. song you listened to - nonstop by drake

5. time you cried - uhhh like 2 years ago lol whew...the pent up emotions😷

ever

6. dated someone twice? - nay sir

7. kissed someone and regretted it - my first kiss yes

8. been cheated on - no, bless

9. lost someone special - yes

10. been depressed - tbh no 

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - sadly 😔

fave colours

12. yellow!! all of the shades!!

13. soft pink like beige pink (??)

14. black

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - yes ma'am!

16. fallen out of love - I've never even been in love I'm like 3 years old

17. laughed until you cried - probably

18. found out someone was talking about you - yeah 

19. met someone who changed you - nah

20. found out who your friends are - nah

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - nope

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - like 85% of them

23. do you have any pets - nah I'm not a fan of pets lol sorry 

24. do you want to change your name - no! i love my name its pretty 

25. what did you do for your last birthday - i was sick :(

26. what time did you wake up today - 5:15 AM bc it was my first day back to school yikes

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - trying to fuckin sleep and fix my sleeping schedule! 

28. what is something you can’t wait for - graduation!!!

30. what are you listening to right now - the A/C lol

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - no surprisingly? 

32. something that gets on your nerves - y'all gone be like wtf but its annoying when someone acts ‘too tumblr’ irl if you know what i mean lol

33. most visited website - thesimsresource LMAO

34. hair color - brown 

35. long or short hair - LOOOONG it reaches my buttcrack, thats like 2.5 feet lol

36. do you have a crush on someone - pcy 😔

37. what do you like about yourself - my smile!! i had braces for four years i woulda sued them if i didn't like it 

38. want any piercings? - i want an industrial in my right ear but i go to catholic school and whew....the dress code sis

39. blood type - tbh i can't remember lol

40. nicknames - yambo, yam

41. relationship status - single

42. zodiac - im a virgo and I'm gonna be honest i really don't understand any other astrology stuff lol help 

43. pronouns - she/her

44. fave tv shows - adventure time! la reyna del sur if u know that show girl....🤧

45. tattoos - tbh i never thought about getting one but maybe in the future??

46. right or left handed - I'm ambidextrous actually!

47. ever had surgery - nay

48. piercings - i have the simplest ones aka one on each ear 

49. sport - i run track & field (i do the same events as the person who tagged me!) and play soccer 

50. vacation -  i wanna go to mexico sooooo bad lol

51. trainers - i wear a lot of vans tbh they're just so comfortable 

more general

52. eating - chicken! big fan 

53. drinking - water sometimes lemonade 

54. i’m about to watch - another pcy comp probably lmao 

55. waiting for - nct china !!!!!

56. want - girl idek what i want to eat rn so

57. get married - preferably 

58. career - undecided but i wanna study kinesiology !

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - both bye 

60. lips or eyes - lips 

61. shorter or taller - taller

62. older or younger - older

63. nice arms or stomach - mm idk both i guess??

64. hookup or relationship - relationship duh

65. troublemaker or hesitant - I've dated both and i hate both bye but if i must then i guess troublemaker 

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - hell nah

67. drank hard liquor - yeah

68. lost glasses - they're literally lost right now 

69. turned someone down - yeah.... yikes

70. sex on first date - no thanks

71. broken someone’s heart - yeah lmao 

72. had your heart broken - nah

73. been arrested - nah

74. cried when someone died - yeah

75. fallen for a friend - ......yes 

do you believe in

76. yourself - I'm my biggest fan 

77. miracles - i believe in miracles where its a result of hardwork lol

78. love at first sight - nah 

79. santa claus - nah

80. kiss on a first date - mm maybe

81. angels - sometimes

other

82. best friend’s name - id rather not lol

83. eye color - brown but super dark 

84. fave movie - UGH ..... COCO 

85. fave actor - tbh i don't really follow actors/actresses like that so ill just say michael b jordan cuz he was in the last movie i saw lol (it was fruitvale station)

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idk many people so I'm just gonna tag blogs i like/remember a lot lol, sorry if you’ve already been tagged by someone else/have already one this!!

@seokbyuns @glossyjongin @automqtic @88swife @byunberries

[huangels]

➧ 85 questions

tagged by: @jencto ty my love! ♡

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people @ohdaddy-nct @dcyoungs @rxnjuns @reunjun @angelita-gordita @taeybear @taezhu @lycheechann and all who wants to do!! (only if u want too bbs)

↳ Last…?

1. drink ─ hot burning coffee that i almost spilled while driving to class bc it’s pouring outside

2. phone call ─ laura (my friend who just graduated high school !!)

3. text message ─ my mom (telling me to drive safe in the rain uwu) 

4. song you listened to ─ jump by shinee (the album = a whole ass bop) 

5. time you cried ─ oof i cry for the lamest and dumbest reasons but last night i was looking at nct fanart and i saw a cute ass noren one where jeno was dressed in a big moomin costume and wished renjun a good day w/ a ballon and it was all hella cute and shit lemme find it i rb on my personal (THIS ONE) it was,, so cute,, i actually cried,, 

↳ Ever…?

6. dated someone twice ─ oof i rarely date let alone the same person twice lmao yikes

7. kissed someone and regretted it ─ i kissed this huge asshole in high school for a dare and he wouldn’t stop saying we had sex for a whole ass week,, this is why i dont date

8. been cheated on ─ nope

9. lost someone special ─ yeah but that’s the circle of life i guess :(

10. been depressed ─ oof did you mean: my four years of high school 

11. gotten drunk and thrown up ─ uhh psh no i don’t drink underaged,,, mhm

12. fave colors ─ WARM TONES!! nudes (skin colors), maroon/burgendy (just like a dark bloody red), rose gold/dusty pink (the light shade of pink but not pastel), black (just bc), royal blue (the only cool toned color i like idhhdh) 

↳ In the last year have you…

15. made new friends ─ yO making new friends is my middle name (i love making new friends !!) 

16. fallen out of love ─ i’ve never BEEN in love... 

17. laughed until you cried ─ if it’s after midnight, anything will make me laugh and cry (also i laugh at everything so yes)

18. found out someone was talking about you ─ lmao hell yeah high school drama everyone was out for me bc i look like a bitch and people are so quick to judge ://

19. met someone who changed you ─ umm not really everyone’s pretty chill. my roommate, who’s also like my best friend, is a huge party addict so she brings me to many parties, so i guess i’m more out there ? idk moving on 

20. found out who your friends are ─ literally once i graduated high school and went to college, all of the snakes just left and now i’m surrounded by my real friends uwu :^] why tf is everything related to high school i don't wanna remember that

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list ─ bruh i only have facebook so i can get extra rewards on iphone games ksjkdj 

↳ General

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl ─ refer to #21

23. do you have any pets ─ i, myself, don’t have one bc i live in a dorm, but back at home, i have a doggo. she’s a thai ridgeback and her name is 巧克力 (qiao ke li = chocolate) and i miss her vv much :’))

24. do you want to change your name ─ for the most part no, i like my name, but when people call me ‘ran-you’ or something of the sort, i question why i live in america

25. what did you do for your last birthday ─ i traveled around china alone (well with my two friends back in china) without my parents for the first time bc i was an Adult™ now

26. what time did you wake up today ─ i was supposed to wake up at 8am but i didn't roll out of bed until 8:30am but hey, i made it to my 9am class 10 minutes early somehow

27. what were you doing at midnight last night ─ looking at nct fanart on tumblr and wishing that i coud draw/paint like that :’))

28. what is something you can’t wait for ─ my trip to spain!! i’m traveling to spain for 2 weeks with my friend at the end of june to july and i’m so excited bc i haven’t hung out w/ him in forever

30. what are you listening to right now ─ i’m in my accounting 2 class rn,,, so my professor lecturing about debits and credits (yes i know i should be paying attention but i’m an independent learner so i prefer reading the textbook and taking notes,, i’m just here bc attendance is graded)

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom ─ my old high school teacher whose first lecture was about corn and how it’s in EVERYTHING that is mass- produced today,,, well his full name is actually thomas

32. something that’s getting on your nerves ─ it was raining as i was walking to class and even though i had an umbrella, somehow my pants are still all drenched and this lecture room is SO DAMN COLD and i’m shivering someone save ME

33. most visited website ─ my school website lol

34. hair colour ─ jet black but in the sun it turns reddish brown ?

35. long or short hair ─ super long, it reaches my waist lol 

36. do you have a crush on someone ─ does renjun count? jk kinda ?? but not really bc,, idk dating doesn’t really act as a major objective for me right now

37. what do you like about yourself ─ friendliness and outgoingness ?

38. want any piercings? ─ oof i already have a lot but i want more yes (i have 3 on both my lobes, 1 on my both cartilages, and on my right ear i have a snug ? is that what it’s called idk) lowkey highkey i wanna pierce my nose but we’ll see

39. blood type ─ o 

40. nicknames ─ all nicknames i’ve ever gotten: ren, renu (my baby cousin calls me that bc she can barely pronounce words), fish..., nyu, rennie, r, human fish, + many puns on my name

41. relationship status ─ single and tired

42. zodiac ─ scorpio 

43. pronouns ─ she/her

44. fave tv shows ─ the office, black mirror, we bare bears, law and order,  futurama, stranger things, bob’s burgers, bate’s motel, american horror story (i love the duality between cartoons and fucked up shows dsdkjh) 

45. tattoos ─ i want ones !! (prob small in hidden places) but um maybe once i graduate undergrad at least 

46. right or left handed ─ right handed

47. ever had surgery ─ no - kinda? i have a scar on my eyelid bc when i was like 3-4 y/o, i was playing hide and seek w/ my uncle and cousin in china and i was running around and i turned quickly around a counter the same height as me and the corner of the counter cut open my eyelid,, this is kinda tmi but i was so stunned bc blood was running literally out of my eye so i didn’t even cry, i just stood there like ‘oh...that’s a lot of blood...’ i went to the ER to get it stitched up but idk if that counts as surgery :p

48. piercings ─ refer to #38 

49. sport ─ currently i play volleyball and basketball for club, but played a lot in high school too

50. vacation ─ anywhere i love traveling !! also east asian,, mostly just china i miss my friends and family :’))

51. trainers ─ ?? uhh as in shoes? or the gym? idk,,

↳ More general

52. eating ─ as in what i ate today? if so, a bagel and a boiled egg for breakfast

53. drinking ─ coffee that’s now cold rip

54. i’m about to watch ─ uhh my professor continue talking about accounting and economics 

55. waiting for ─ this class to end so i can eat lunch 

56. want ─ a change of pants bc i’M WET AND COLD 

57. get married ─ i sure hope so

58. career ─ i want to start and own a fashion brand/company/line (i’m double majoring in international business and trade + leadership management right now)

↳ Which is better

59. hugs or kisses ─ both i just want affection ;((

60. lips or eyes ─ these are hard to pick but eyes !

61. shorter or taller ─ taller even though i’m pretty tall as it is 

62. older or younger ─ older or the same age ? (rip sorry renjun) 

63. nice arms or stomach ─ arms? i need you to be able to put me in a chokehold and KO me (not in a kinky way,,, maybe,,,)

64. hookup or relationship ─ relationship duh ?

65. troublemaker or hesitant ─ team too-lazy-to-be-either

↳ Have you ever

66. kissed a stranger ─ uhh prob not

67. drank hard liquor ─ no officer i don’t drink underaged mhm

68. lost glasses ─ i literally have like 6 pairs of glasses that i keep thinking i’ve lost but then find it again 

69. turned someone down ─ oof yeah sorry 

70. sex on first date ─ no i have standards 

71. broken someone’s heart ─ i hope not ! at least not intentionally  

72. had your heart broken ─ prob once or twice 

73. been arrested ─ in my good christian household?! (i’m not even christian tf)

74. cried when someone died ─ well of course i have a heart

75. fallen for a friend ─ all my friends are hot as fuck no lie

↳ Do you believe in…?

76. yourself ─ always :D !!

77. miracles ─ eh,,

78. love at first sight ─ maybe not LOVE but something similar

79. santa claus ─ i-is he not real... (i’m kidding dbksj)

80. kiss on a first date ─ sure why not

81. angels ─ renjun is a walking angel on earth

↳ Other

82. best friend’s name ─ vincent, alyssa (my two fave people) 

83. eye colour ─ dark poop brown

84. fave movie ─ i watch too many to have 1 favorite but for the sake of this tag, i’ll say coraline 

85. fave actor ─ i have a big gay crush on dilraba dilmurat also tom holland 

el fin