#v late to the party but hey i enjoyed making these :D

[sungniki]

Ain’t no doubt you’re my answer

No worries, I’m alright

[ramp-it-up]

Sundancer

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Some pictures, Angst, Pining, drinking, explicit language, oral sex (female/male receiving), love fluff. All errors my own.

A/N: This an ask from @honeysucklechocolatedrippin​ from the 100 smut prompts ask list. I got caught up with this one because I went back to the Show Runner AU.  I kinda love these two.  Hope you enjoy. Read Show Runner.

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This press tour was going to be all work. No play. 

Those were the strict rules that you were given.

This was the premiere film and television festival and January in Park City could be a fun, wild place and time, but you were on the clock. 

There would be no open flirting, touching, or even covert fucking while the cast was there. 

You listened to the lecture and smiled and nodded when appropriate.

Truth be told, you really weren’t paying attention, just waiting on your knees, naked and wet, to suck the shit out of his dick. 

When he gave you permission to of course.

You were determined to suck all those stupid ideas out of his brain along with all his cum when he gave you the chance. 

And Rafael was, indeed, without much coherent thought when you were done.

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Wednesday 

That conversation was of no consequence to you four days later when you landed in Park City. 

Daveed and Rafa had been there for two days and the rest of the cast was trickling in. 

You gathered your bag while answering a few questions from the paps and headed to your hotel alone, following the driver who held your name up outside baggage claim to a luxury suv.

You texted Rafael that you had landed, to which he just replied, “Good.”

No, ‘how was your flight,’ nothing. 

You sighed, assuming he was busy. 

He had been texting you nonstop for the past three days and now he wanted to play you. 

That was cool.

You relaxed as you took in the snowy scenery of snowy Park City. 

You were taken to a stunning tiny little chalet at the edge of the city and halfway up the mountain. 

The views were spectacular, the cute cozy kitchen fully stocked, and the fireplace was bomb.

As you took in all the antler decor, you texted Rafa again, hyped at the accommodations.

This is dope!

You made sure your cleavage was right in your v-neck sweater and took a selfie of you from above in the bedroom. 

I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.

You saw the thought bubbles, but no response.

Cool cool cool. 

If that’s what he wanted. That’s what he would get. Ice.

You shook your head and looked in the refrigerator for water. You also found your favorite snacks. 

Production thought of everything. You’d thank Gwen later.

You relaxed on the couch until it was time to get ready for the mixer. 

The car was ready to go at 6:45, in time to get you fashionably late to the Television mixer at the Waldorf Astoria at 7.

Because of all the traffic, you didn’t arrive until 7:30, but you were chilling. You spotted your crew immediately, partly because they were the loudest. 

You loved this new family you made.

“Ayyyy! What’s cracking! We thought you’d never make it. Late flight? You want a drink?”

You laughed at Daveed, seeing that he was on his way to getting lit.

“I’ll have what you’re having.” 

He raised his cute ass eyebrow at you. “This grown folks shit. You sure?”

“Yes. I’m grown. I need to catch up to you! I misjudged the time to leave my chalet. What time did you all leave yours?”

“Ummmm. I walked downstairs like 20 minutes ago. The whole cast is staying here. You’re the only one staying on the other side of town.”

“Oh.” 

You didn’t know what to say as Daveed turned to go get your drink.

You looked around and saw a lot of actors you’d love to work with, some you already had, and some you knew to stay away from.

You spotted Rafa’s golden hair on the other side of the room. 

You weren’t going to go after him, and you didn’t need to, because some of your cast mates enveloped you and Daveed brought you a drink.

You were having too good a time to worry about Mr. Artistic Integrity.

You two circled the room, never really ending up in the same place. You finally saw him with Gwen and got a chance to talk. Rafa saw you approach. He nodded.

“Hey, Long time no see. You make it in ok ?”

You looked at Rafael for an extra beat. He’d seen you up close and personal three days ago when you’d ridden his face. 

But you were an actor. You could play this game.

“Hey Casal. Yeah, I got a few hours ago.” 

You turned to the logistics producer. 

“Gwen! My chalet is so dope!”

She raised her eyebrow at you. 

“That’s great! So, you wanted peace and quiet and away from the rest of us, ay?” Gwen laughed as you and Rafa smiled politely. You were seething. 

“Trying to avoid all the parties. I get it now, although I thought it was weird that you declined accommodations.”

“You know our girl, always a loner.”

Rafael took a sip of his drink, looking at you over it. Your blood boiled but you turned and smiled at Gwen.

“Yeah. On my INFJ shit. What’s the lineup for tomorrow?”  

You made small talk to avoid cussing Rafael the fuck out. He stood there for a minute, listening and being an adorable muthafukin asshole. 

Other people came up and you didn’t even notice Rafa step away. But you spotted him, in a corner with that little twat Ava with the tight little body. Just his type.

He saw you stalking out of the mixer as he chatted her up.

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Two hours later, you were cozy in the hot tub, smoking some kush to relax, scrolling your phone. 

A TMZ post from your explore page caught your eye. 

There was a picture of Daveed, next to Rafa and Ava, who looked pretty close and fucking beautiful together. 

The gossip site gushed over the picture of the Bay Boys, noting the ‘adorable couple’ and their mingling at the mixer and somehow sneaking in a not so subtle hint that they were staying at the same hotel.

That was the final straw. You saw it all. Rafa wanted you far away from him while he fucked this little miniature Bratz doll. Bet.

It was only midnight. You were going to get your own plastic action figure for the night.

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Thursday 

The next morning, you met up with the crew at the suite which was set up for the series press day. 

You went straight to Chelsea who was set up in the bedroom of the suite.

You gave her a hug and took off your sunglasses. Your eyes were puffy.

“Damn girl. You did have fun last night. I got just the thing for those circles.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and let her work her magic.

You emerged ten minutes later and went and got something to eat and a bottle of water from the catering station set up in the kitchen. You watched D and Rafa charm the interviewer. 

You took a deep breath. You could do this.

Ten minutes after that, you find yourself sitting in a chair with the cast lined up, somehow seated next to Rafael.

As the first interviewer was setting up, you got comfortable in your chair. Being a professional.

“I see you had fun last night.”

You looked over at Rafael as if surprised to see him there.

“I’m sorry?”

He smirked at you.

“I said it looks like you had fun with Michael last night.”

He held up his phone and you squinted at a post of you and your new friend, a highly sought after actor who had been in one of Rafa’s favorite movies. 

The pic was from after you went back out to the club last night. You were hugged up close.

You looked in his eyes and saw that he felt some kinda way. He had some fucking nerve.

You smirked. 

“Yeah. He’s really truly a dope person. Not just beauty, but brains too. I love an intelligent man. We… talked all night.” 

Rafa’s smile slipped. You sat back and put on a megawatt smile for the reporter.

The entire day was filled with your secret shots and animosity toward Rafa. 

You couldn’t wait to talk to him in private and tell him not to call your cell phone ever again.

Reporter: “This show has many complex relationships, and you are at the center of two of them that are just developing as the series begins. What do you do to ease into a new relationship?”

You leaned back and crossed your legs.

“That is a great question. Let’s just take an example of, say, meeting someone at... a club?”

Daveed leaned in front of Rafa and said, “This is not a true story from last night by the way.”

“Of course not,” you quickly replied and winked. Everyone laughed, everyone but Rafa.

“What I’ve found recently that works wonders is: ‘Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.’”

Everyone was dying laughing.

Rafa choked on his water. You leaned over and patted him on the back. “You good?”

He just glared at you. You shrugged and kept it moving.

“No, but really. You should start off in a relationship where you can be open and honest. There’s really no relationship if you can’t have that.”

Rafael cleared his throat, but you refused to look at him.

The press day continued.

After eight hours of interviews, you were ready to get out of there, so while Rafa and D were playing host, you managed to get out and to the car. 

You were exhausted of the tension.

On your way to the chalet, Rafa texted you.

‘We need to talk.’

You huffed. Now he wanted to talk. 

Well, tough shit. 

You blocked his number. 

You couldn’t function like this right now. You and him could break it off next week in LA. He was right, you were on the clock.

That night at the Midnight showing, you sat with Michael. 

Might as well try to have some fun. The paparazzi were snapping lots of pictures with you two.

While Mike took a quick interview, you made your way to the bar alone.

“You’ve not answered any of my texts. Or my calls.” 

You rolled your eyes at Rafael.

“You’ve texted and called?” 

You shrugged and took a drink.

“Look. We can do all that back in Cali next week. Gotta keep it professional here, isn’t that the deal?”

You downed your drink and walked back over to Michael, Rafael boring a hole in your back. 

He left you alone after that.

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Friday

The next day and night were much the same, a cast interview and screening of two episodes during the day and another industry party at night. 

Rafa being so busy made it easy to stay away from each other.

You got back to your place with a bottle of tequila about midnight. 

You were flying out the next day and you should have some fun, even if it was not what you’d envisioned before you arrived in Park City. 

You hated Rafael Casal. 

But you refused to cry. Again.

An hour later, you looked up from your drunken haze to see Rafa standing over you. 

He looked so damn good in this dream.

“You shouldn’t drink a whole bottle of tequila in a hot tub, especially alone.”

“What the fuck do you care? You’re probably fucking Ava ten ways from Sunday right now.”

Dream Rafa raised his eyebrow at you and shook his head.

“Why would I want to fuck Ava?”

“Right? Especially when you could have all this.”

You stood up, almost falling and showing off your wet, naked body.  You giggled as he appreciated you, his eyes sweeping down your body.

Dream Rafa moved closer to you and grabbed your hand as you wobbled. 

“Let’s get out and get you some water.”

He helped you out and wrapped you in one of the huge white fluffy robes that you’d found in the closet.

He led you to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

You drank, your head clearing, but just a bit.

You kept staring at Dream Rafa, who was regarding you steadily, a weird look on his face.

When you finished, he walked you to the bedroom and watched as you lay down. You looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 1:30 am.

You opened your robe and turned to see Dream Rafa in bed with you.

“How convenient. I’m so so horny Dream Boy. Haven’t had any dick since last week.” 

You untied the robe and grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and rolling your nipples, arching your back.

Rafael watched you hungrily.  

“Help me to get off. Fuck me, Dream lover. The real Rafa doesn’t want me anymore…”

You moved your hand down to your core and started playing in it, moaning and watching Rafa watch you.

As he licked his lips, you brought your hand up and let him taste the wetness on your fingers. He hummed, then took your hand in his.

“Not like this. I want you. Fully present and clear headed. But I want you. And we need to talk.”

He kissed the palm of your hand and covered you with the robe again.

You groaned and turned away from him.

“Even the Rafael of my dreams reject me? I can’t believe I’m in love with such a jackass.”

You didn’t feel Rafa pull you close as you started shoring.

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Saturday

You woke up alone, mad at the sunlight. Your head was pounding. 

Your mouth was parched, but you found a bottle of water on the bedside table. 

You grabbed it, grateful that you got it on the way to the bedroom last night. 

As you sat up and drank, you groaned as you thought back to your dream. 

You had to get him out of your system.

You got up and went to the kitchen, halfway expecting to see him there. 

You sighed with something that must have been relief when he wasn’t there. 

You took your water and some grapes to the little kitchen bar and sat there, eating and drinking slowly with your head in your hand.

You jumped when you heard a key in the front door and stared when Rafa let himself in. 

“Look who’s up. Bet you’ve got a doozy of a headache.” 

You just continued to gape as he put his bags down on the counter. He handed you a bottle of aspirin.

“You’ll need these.” He put some pedialyte in front of you. “And this.”

“Wait. Did you just let yourself in? With a key?”

“Yeah. This is my chalet. I own it.”

Your mouth dropped open. 

“I thought you had a hotel room.”

“I do. This is business so production put the cast up there. D and I decided to join.”

Your heart clenched at the fact he did not want you there too. What was this reality? Then you thought about the dream.

“Wait. Were you really here last night?” 

You were confusion.

Rafa smiled at you. 

“You want something to eat? Gotta get something in your stomach besides tequila and grapes.” 

You groaned and held your head at the realization that last night was not a dream.

“Fuck. Did I say all that? Did I do all that? Out loud?” 

You peeked at him through your fingers.

That smile. “Yeah.” 

You were mad. He looked to fucking happy. 

“Well, don’t take it personal. I was zooted. When I’m sober, I hate you Rafael.”

He frowned. “Are you sober now?”

You opened the bottle of aspirin and drank some pedialyte. 

“Unfortunately, yes. Very sober.”

Rafa moved next to you.

“I’m going to come closer so I don’t have to yell.”

He tipped your chin up with two fingers.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with a fucking brat.”

You were ready to fight.

“I’m a brat? I’m a BRAT?” 

You leaned back, your hands on the counter behind you to get some space from the electricity bouncing between you.

“You ignore me as soon as I land in the same city as you, and then you put me out here in this secret hideaway so you can fuck with that Ava chick.” 

You closed your eyes because you’d be damned if you cried right now. 

“I thought we agreed that we’d talk to each other before we tired of each other and got with other people?”

Rafa leaned close to you, caging you in with his arms on the counter beside yours. 

You could barely breathe, the emotions were getting the better of you. You just wanted to kiss him.

“Who told you that I fucked Ava?” 

This time you raised your chin on your own.

“No one had to tell me. I saw the pictures of you two together. I can read, Rafa.”

“Not very well in this situation, I’m afraid.”

Rafa shook his head and looked down. Then looked back up at you with those damn eyes.

“You also don’t listen. Did you even hear what I said? I just said I love you.”

You just stared at him.

“Wait… what?”

Rafa brought his hips closer to yours, standing up tall. You wanted them on you.

“I love you, you fucking brat. Why would I want Ava when the woman I love has all this.”

And he reached for you, opening the tie on your robe. He sighed as he moved his hands on your brown skin. He was home.

“I want you to listen. Listen before you jump ahead and try to argue.”

You were about to say something and clamped your mouth shut at his warning glance.

“I told you, this was work. And we agreed not to go public with our relationship yet.”  

He saw you wanting to protest.

“We agreed.” 

His hands spread against your stomach, thumbs on your warm nipples.

“I wasn’t ignoring you, I was controlling myself. I wanted to meet you at the airport, but the paps are swarming.”

Rafael's blue eyes were now dark.

“And I didn’t stash you away because I wanted to fuck Ava, but because this is my home and I wanted you in it.” 

Rafa finally kissed you, and you took his tongue in your mouth, wanting to own a part of him.  Your moan while you kissed was getting him even harder.

“And when you sent me that picture of you in the bedroom, I wanted to run over here and take you in every room,  but I couldn’t. Still working. Just had to jack off when I could. To that picture.”

You moaned as his words made you drip down your thigh.

He pressed his pelvis to you and you could feel how hard he was. You took a ragged breath and forced your hands to remain on the counter. 

But you looked up into those burning blue eyes. You were wet and ready.

“It was killing me knowing that you were so close, sleeping in my bed without me, naked in my hot tub without me, and that I couldn’t touch you, hold you. Fuck the shit out of you. Hear you scream my name.”

“Tire of you? God, I wish I could get tired of you. I want you all the time, I can hardly function when you’re not around.”

He kissed across your collarbone to the other side of your neck. You were definitely weak.

“I was coming over that first night, but I saw you going out. To the club. Where it seems you hooked up with Mike.” 

Rafa bit down on your pulse point.

“Rafa, I…”

Rafa licked the spot he just bit. 

“Shhh. I know you didn’t get with him, but you were a bit of a bitch at the Q and A day. And then you took him to the midnight screening.”

Rafa was appraising your body possessively now.

“You tried to make me think that you were with him; that he was touching you like this.”

Rafa grabbed your breasts and squeezed your nipples between your fingers. You arched into his hands.

“It was like you were teasing me.” 

His hands moved down your torso and around to your ass, squeezing and pulling your cheeks apart and ghosting your intimate parts with his fingers.

“You know I don’t like to be teased.”

He released you and took two steps back, leaving you feeling bereft.

You were panting in the middle of his kitchen. You felt what it was like to be teased.

“Rafa, I’m sorry. Please…”

Rafa was two steps ahead of you. He was pulling his Oaklandish hoodie over his head. Then he shook his head at you.

He bent his head to your breast as he lifted it roughly to meet his lips. He drew your hard bud between his lips and grazed it with his teeth. 

Rafa nipped and sucked your flesh roughly as he licked the fingers in his other hand and reached between your legs.

“Did you want Mike to touch your cunt like this?”

“No...only you Cash…”

He traced his fingers between your wet lips, causing you to shudder and moan. Then he started to tease your clit.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you love me.”

“I..I…” You didn’t know when it happened, but it did. “Fuck it. I love you Rafael.” 

You sigh in relief and with desire as he pushed his fingers deeper into you.

He moaned softly in your ear as he pressed you back against the island.

“Good girl. Now tell me more. Tell me you love what I’m doing to you right now. Tell me you love this shit.”

“I love it so fucking much,” you squeaked, holding on to his shoulders for dear life, your nails digging in.

As he pumped his fingers, you wriggled and started to grind against his hand. As you wriggled more, he cursed under his breath.

“Fuck! Stay still.”  

His tongue licked up and down your neck as his hand went faster and faster, playing you like an instrument.

You were getting so close, and Rafa could feel it. So he stopped and stepped back again, panting while he tasted his fingers and leaving you quivering and emotional.

You refused to beg, but he knew what you needed.

“I want to punish you for not listening to me and your heart, but I can't because I’d be punishing myself.”

He walked toward you again, put his hands on you and slid down your body as he knelt before you.

Rafa looking up at you like that made you fall in love all over again. 

He leaned forward and kissed your lower lips oh so tenderly. Then, he licked them, and you had to hold on to the counter again. Then he started talking.

“I’ve been hard for you ever since you texted me that you touched down.” 

He kissed each of your thighs and lifted one up and rested it on his shoulder. You were not ready.

“I was so pissed off all day. Until I saw you that night.”

Rafa lightly licked a long stripe between your legs.

He pulled back and looked at your pussy, as if entranced.

“But, I stayed away from you at the mixer because I knew I would drag you to a bathroom and bend you over the sink…”

Rafa slowly rolled his tongue over your slit. You held your hand over your mouth as you watched him.

He looked up at you and chuckled. 

“No close neighbors. Let me hear you.” 

He sighed as he looked at you again. 

“I wanted to take you in the bedroom at the suite during the press day and put your ankles around your ears to dig out that attitude.”  

Rafa licked you again, making you tremble and moan loudly.

“I decided to come and give you an ultimatum last night, but I get here and you were so cute and drunk and said that you loved me.”  

He graced you with a smile. You smile back and brush his hair out of his eyes.

“I know you said that I don’t own you. But you own me. Body and soul. I’m starving for you.”

And then he dove in, making you gasp as he eagerly parted your lips with his tongue and started to flick it back and forth over your clit, grasping your ass and your leg to support you and keep you in place.

This time he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked and swiped, his head moving back and forth as he ate. He did it until your eyes rolled back into your head and you were screaming his name. He increased his pace and intensity until you were a quivering, moaning mess. 

You come on Rafa’s face in the middle of a ski chalet in Park City, Utah.

You were still quivering as you watched him stand up, take off his shirt and wipe his face with it.

“So, you can take your flight back to LA in a couple of hours, or you can stay until Monday and we can be seen together tonight. In public.”

Your face lit up as he led you to the bathroom. You were catching on.

“And we will be ‘good friends’ for a few weeks until we let on.”

“Now, you’re listening.” Rafa was smiling wide now.

“Wait, does Diggs know about us?” Rafa started taking off his pants. You needed what was inside.

“Nevermind. I know the answer, Jackass.”  

You ignored Rafa’s laugh as you began to make up for lost time.

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[angelic-jeonghan1004]

I think it's perfect || Hongseok

First one of my soulmate aus! I will be making this a bit festive since December is coming and when I post this it will be December and even if I'm not christian or that much for Christmas I love the music made for the holidays they give a warm and welcoming feeling.

Synopsis: Where you can hear when your soulmate is singing and vise versa

Pairing: Hongseok x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none! Slight bickering though

Gif credits to owner~

It started when you where 8 that you started hearing your soulmate sing, for all people it was different ages where it started but for you it was 8 when you heard him sing. Working on a school project you got shocked when you heard a boys voice start singing a happy birthday to what you where assuming was one of his friends, asking your parents if that was normal they laughed and nodded their heads yes remembering when they'd go to birthday parties and hear the other one singing for a friend.

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As you two started growing in your teenage years the boy had a beautiful voice which left you self conscious so the only time you'd be singing is when you'd do it mindlessly. Unknown to you your soulmate was confused on why you didn't sing as much but he had no way to poke at it to find out, he enjoyed your singing voice and liked hearing it even if it stopped him from sleeping sometimes from your late night studying with playlists in the background.

One of your most embarrassing yet meaningful moments with your soulmate was when you where really scared on how your grades would be in your project you worked hard on that was supposed to be a group project yet you ended up being the only one to work on it leaving it sloppy in parts. Grading came back getting a D you where distraught since it was an assignment that meant a lot for your grade and you feared your parents reaction. Not being able to stop the tears running through your face you tried to listen to music that would comfort you deciding to humm the lyrics quietly. Your soulmate took quick action being able to hear the sobs in your humming he worried for you, you where his soulmate after all.

"It's okay~ you'll be okay~" he sang, he wanted to comfort you but didn't know what to do since he can only communicate through singing. You smiled taking note at how your soulmate is sweet for trying to help, not sure if he was singing a song but you realized from your humming he probably heard your muffled sobs through the song.

"I'll be okay~" you sang shaky while laughing. He couldn't help but feel warm hearing your laugh effect the 'okay.' Through this interaction he wondered what other things he could talk to you about through singing for how much the laws of singing soulmates would allow.

It's a warm moment you hold with you, it also started the asking questions in a sing song voice or communicating through the songs you're listening to with that.

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Even though you weren't the most confident in your voice you really wanted to communicate with him. Thinking on different ways to start conversation through a song or a sing song voice you'd seem to back out easily. You've also spent times thinking about how you'll meet him, will you be able to tell it's him just from his voice? What will happen if you hear him sing in front of you? Many questions you don't have the answer too but nonetheless you see still are eager to meet him, sleeping on those questions you waited till morning to brainstorm a bit. Waking up you brushed your teeth and got ready for the day but since it was a weekend you didn't have much to do so you searched up songs on youtube to play. You where struggling to pick a song but decided with L.O.V.E by Frank Sinatra to listen to as you cleaned your room up mindlessly you started to sing along to the song swaying your body as you folded clothing.

"L is for the way you look at me~ O is for the only one I see~" you sang letting yourself let go for a moment to just enjoy the warm feeling that was being created.

"V is very very extraordinary~" Your soulmate sang along morning voice active in how he sang obviously sleepy, you found it cute that he knew the song and sang along; it wasn't uncommon for him to jump into the songs you where listened too but you where always pleasantly surprised from him knowing the song. You also couldn't help to admit how dreamy his voice is, he definitely was gifted in vocals and that you where sure of.

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Sleepovers with your best friend where always pleasant, she gave the most welcoming space to you whenever you came over. Baking cookies she got reminded of a certain someone and went quick to tell you about him.

"Soooo y/n there's this guy that I think you'd hit it off with amazingly. He's from the cooking workshop I have been going to this week and I became his friend early on and I think you two would make a great pair, can you please please please let me play match maker just one time?" She said to you looking at you with plead in her eyes, chuckling at her please you decided to hear more into her reasoning before accepting the offer of match making.

"Okay okay tell me more about him,, I'm a little unsure since what if he's not my soulmate?" You said.

"But !! To counteract what if he IS your soulmate?? And he's tall, muscular, very sweet, charming, smart and a really good cook and you're love for food and his match well" She said laughing, it doesn't seem like a bad idea to give it a shot she genuinely seems to like him as a match for you out the different times she's tried to play match maker this one seems different.

"Okay fine but if the date goes wrong you owe me okay?" Nudging her shoulder

"Deal." Your friend said nudging you right back

"Wait what's his name?"

"Hongseok" your friend said with a wink causing you to to your eyes. You soon began to smell a little bit of burning quickly making in the question.

"how long have the cookies been in there?"

"Oh fu-"

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You friend doing her magic in getting the okay to give you his phone number for a date you couldn't help but get a little nervous, what if things are awkward? What if he's not like how she says he is and he's only like that with her since he's trying to impress her? Millions of questions pop up until she texts you.

The best girl: his number is ×××-×××-×××× thank me later😘

The roll on your eyes could not be stronger but you typed his number in your phone and went to text him

Y/n: hey is this Hongseok?

Hongseok?: Yes it is 😊 I'm guessing your y/n?

Y/n: so do you want to grab coffee Saturday? We could get to know each other?

Hongseok: sounds like a plan☺️

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡

All the days leading to Saturday many thoughts where taken and texts where sent back and forth so you weren't complete strangers and he was genuinely really sweet and you did have a lot in common, you hadn't checked up on your soulmate through sing quizzing in a while so you where nervous in some senses since what if this is your soulmate? Or what if he's not? So many questions but you'd rather let them stay blank for now instead of stressing further.

Walking down the sidewalk you started humming a holiday tune wether it be Michael Buble or Frank Sinatra you where having a euphoric moment in the giddy feeling over going on a date with the snow falling down your excitement was prominent. The sweet feeling had a curl to it when your soulmate started humming to, what if you're meeting him? But what if you're not and he's so cutely humming with you? Not wanting to have this moment you stopped humming and quickly started moving towards the end of the block where the cafe was at.

Once reaching it you went inside standing near the entrance so he'd see you when walking in, going to text him on your phone saying you where here was quickly stopped once you got a tap on your shoulder.

"Excuse me are you y/n?" Turning around seeing a tall unbelievably handsome boy say to you, standing their taking in his features you noted his cute brown hair and big lips, he looked like a cute tall ducky in which you smiled at him before getting too lost in thought.

"Yes that's me" You said smiling brighter with a light chuckle causing him to flash a smile right back.

"Would you like to order with me?" He said taking his hand out for you to hold, taking his hand in yours nodding; your heart stumbled at how nice it felt to be on a date and how cute he was.

Once ordering drinks and getting to your table you began to start talking together.

"So what did you do before getting here?"

"Well I got ready made sure to look nice, then went on my walk to hear humming a few tunes not the most interesting things" saying with nervous laughter, you saw his eyes shoot up.

"What where you humming?" He said quickly.

"Oh just your usual holiday season music like 'It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas' simple songs like that." You said starting to think about your soulmate and see if this could be the make or break if this was your soulmate.

"This may sound crazy but you might be my soulmate." He said ears red.

"Did you hum along the tune with me?" Saying barely above whisper. He quickly nodded at you looking down at your hands that where still connected giving it a tight squeeze.

"To attest can you sing for me? I know my soulmates voice like no other at this point." You said smiling causing him to go beat red, you both knew you where most definitely right but not too bad to be careful.

"L is for the way you look at me" Once he sang you knew it was him, the smile beaming on your face your heart couldn't help but melt at the simple reference for song choice.

"I can attest it's you, you're voice is gorgeous Hongseok. I wish mine was as good as yours" You said with a blush growing on your face.

"No matter how you feel about your voice I think it's perfect."

[rainywritingsx]

hcs: Shinsou, Todoroki & Midoriya with an s/o who gets drunk on apple juice

Hey, this may sound kind of stupid but when I drink apple juice it has the same effect as if I drank alcohol. So can I request hcs for Shinsou, Shouto, & Izuku with an s/o that gets “drunk” by just drinking apple juice, she gets all slow, calls a thing something else, and is overall just wasted, like I don’t remember what I do when I drink apple juice and that’s why I can’t trust it, thank if you do my weird request!

no no it doesn’t sound stupid at all, if anything it seems quite amusing to me lmao, which is why I can’t wait to write this :D hope you enjoy!

I haven’t written in a whiiiilleeee woah, this feels strange but I also missed it so much. I’m gonna try to be as I am usual with writing, I think I just need to get into it again ^^ Anyway enough of my talking about me, now onto the headcanooonssss

Tip jar ^^

Hitoshi Shinsou

okay so

it would take a while for Shinsou to see you in your ‘drunk’ state

because I don’t think he really hangs out with people a lot

and when you two do you just avoid apple juice like the plague because you know exactly what happens if you don’t

but well, one day you’re hanging out the bakusquad who you’re friends with

and of course you knew Shinsou wasn’t  there so you went all out with the juice

you aren’t that embarrassed about being that way around your friends as they’re strange too and they had seen you that way before

but

they know that you kindaaaaa like the purple haired boi

and kaminari and sero think that it would be hilaaarious to have him see you like this

so they text him to come to kaminari’s dorm room, where you all are hanging out

Shinsou at first declines the offer bc he just wants to sleep and isn’t in the mood to be annoyed

but then kaminari tells him you’re there too ;)

he leaves out the drunk on juice part :)

He won’t give in immediately, just because he knows he will get teased if he does

so well, he goes to the dorm of class A (Aizawa totally didn’t see him and pretend he wasn’t looking at all) and looks for kaminari’s room

he gets there and is slightly disappointed when bakugou opens the door instead of you

he doesn’t ask where you are, but bakugou knows that shinsou wants to see you

and tbh, he wants to see his reaction to your state too

“she’s inside” is all he says

Shinsou kinda wants to r u n

But he doesn’t

As he enters he can hear yelling from the distance

and there’s  just pure confusion on Shinsou’s face

until he enters the living room

he sees you dancing on the couch, yelling some incoherent sentences

mina has joined you at this point and the sight is just really funny

assuming you got drunk on alcohol (y’all are of legal age here we don’t support underage drinking!!) he just chuckles and shakes his head

and then sero decides to tell him you became… that… because of apple juice

to say that Shinsou finds it amusing is an understatement

You’re probably too drunk to even realise what is going on

People who don’t know him maybe won’t be able to tell, but the bakusquad sees he’s enjoying every second of this

“Oh my god look at that cute kitty!!!”

“....y/n that’s a plushie of a bear”

okay now over to when you two are together

Shinsou won’t be controlling about this or anything, since it’s not like you are ruining your kidneys and as long as you aren’t alone things are fine

might tease you the next day over it tho hehe

(after he has taken care of you and you’ve recovered from your ‘hangover’ of course :D)

also imagine him carrying to your dorm :,)

i mean he  b u f f e d up didn't he

literally doesn't care if you’re heavy or not he WILL carry you bc you’re his baby!!

might act like he gets annoyed at your drunk state

which he will be sometimes but he wouldn’t trade it for the world

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki’s reaction is hard to tell from his face probably

I mean he doesn’t make you think he’s annoyed or angry

but he isn’t laughing either

baby is just confused

and before you two are couple he doesn’t exactly know how to take care of you in that state

like he wants to help but,,,, how????

sometimes

sometimes

he will slightly chuckle at you

and have this teeny tiny adorable smile uwu

“wait what is a canadian flag doing here.”

“..... you mean todoroki?”

okay in order for him to see you like that you will probably have to hang out with the dekusquad

they don’t really drink alcohol, so most drinks that they have are just juice

they know what happens when you drink too much

iida will most likely constantly be telling you off if you drink too much

and uraraka just tries to distract you so you won’t be drinking the whole time

….and midoriya doesn’t really know what to do

anyway, one time, midoriya, being the sweet angel he is, invites todoroki to join you guys

and well he wants to say no first

but then deku rambles and somewhere he mentions you

boy is sold immediately

and by the time he arrives, you are already wasted

and oh lord what a mess

todoroki doesn’t really know how to react

don’t get him wrong, he won’t think of you any less

he just,,, doesn’t know how to help?

“todoroOooooOOokiii, hiiii~” you giggle as you skip over to him

he can’t help but think you’re adorable uwu

baby is blushing

before he realises your attention goes back to the music that you had put on earlier

“SAVAGE LOOOVEEE, DID SOMEBODY DID SOMEBODY BREAK YOUR HEAAART.”

you even try to make him join

haha, no.

but of course he will watch

and secretly enjoy after a while

does feel this unfamiliar pang when he sees you pulling Midoriya with you to dance

dw bub he likes someone else :)

okay and

when you two are together

todoroki tries to keep you as sober as he can

he always sees the regret in your face the day after and he doesn’t like seeing his partner sad :(

todoroki is too pure for this world i’m crying

might not always be the best at comfort the day after but you can tell he does his best

if you ask him to get ice cream he will buy a supply for the next 59 years

it’s the thought that counts right

and of course it will be bought with Endeavor’s credit card :D

Midoriya Izuku

okay so

I think how midoriya handles it can go two ways, depending on whether you two are close or not

if you two are close or have been childhood friends, he will know about your… interesting habit

however, if he doesn’t know you that well he probably has no idea

tho he does analyse people at times, I don’t think the fact that you get drunk on apple juice crosses his mind

if you two are close, he will try his best to keep you ‘sober’

if you do happen to get drunk he will keep a veeeery close eye on you!!

and as soon as a) someone bothers you or b) you’re just completely wasted he will take action

and bring you to your room if it gets too late

“Izuku…. Why is there broccoli on your head?...”

“uhm… That’s my hair y/n…”

he will 100% blush at some things you say

be careful, his poor heart is v fragile

despite his flustered state he will do his best to help

will definitely take care of you the next day

and trust me, if you thank him or tell him he’s doing great this boi will be so happy and blushy uwu

Now, if he isn’t that close to you it will take a while for him to find out about your interesting habit

he might be a little too shy to help, but he might tell your friends if something is wrong

something like “Hey, is y/n alright?”

just so your friends will stay kinda alert

but well, if they’re wasted too he will most likely try to help

he will be a lot more flustered than if you two were close friends

and he won’t know what exactly to do because he doesn’t know your boundaries, at the same time he wants to respect them so,,,, yeah that will be hard for him

now,,, if you two were a couple

be prepared to get pampered

BUT first of all

he will do his best to make sure you don’t get drunk every time you’re given some apple juice

of course he won’t be controlling

he will just kinda remind you how you get when you drink too much

and if you end up getting ‘drunk’, he will keep a v e r y close eye on you

might even be a little overprotective

will definitely leave the party early with you because he knows how you will be the next day

sorry bub it’s for your own good

the next day he will bring whatever you need!!

“uhm… I know what your favourite ice cream flavor is but there were so many brands so i bought them all.”

welp he means well :D

and cuddles!!!

if you need them he will be more than happy to give them

and soft forehead kisses

aaaa i’m so soft

oh one more thing

he will definitely carry you when you’re too drunk

and

if you snuggle up to his chest and/or wrap your arms around his neck

he will be about to explode

“..why is there a pillow on your chest izu?”

poor boy doesn’t know what to do

and whether you are close or not he will check on you the next day

to sum it up he’s just a shy angel that does his best to help you, whether you barely know each other or are in a relationship

[floralseokjin]

— crystallised 08 (m) final

crystallised /ˈkrɪst(ə)lʌɪz/ (verb) make or become definite and clear 

Six weeks, that’s all it takes to forget about the threesome you shared with your boyfriend, Yoongi, and your past... fuck buddy, Seokjin. After all, it’s no big deal. Yoongi and you are doing better than ever, there’s no reason to regret such a night shared. That is until you hear some gossip in the library one day, and then slowly, little by little, everything starts to fall apart... Can you begin to make sense out of all this confusion, or is it too late? 

pairing; kim seokjin x reader  genre/warnings; light angst, smut; we have d in v ppl!!!! fluffy romance, the L word gets thrown around a lot, A HAPPY ENDING  words; 7,473

sequel to; memoirs of a mistake and lostmyhead

chapters; 01 ⤑ 02 ⤑ 03 ⤑ 04 ⤑ 05 ⤑ 06 ⤑ 07⤑ 08 ✓

listen to;  i.f.l.y 

author’s note; here she is 😭the final chapter. My babies have come so far and I love them very very much! Thank you for following and sending this series lots of love.  Hope you enjoy!!!! 💖

The next few days dragged by. Feeling hopeless and sorry for yourself. Seokjin didn’t want to talk to you. You’d tried calling him as soon as you’d woken up the morning after Hoseok’s birthday party. It just kept ringing and ringing. Going to answerphone. In the end you’d grown impatient, bombarding him with texts. He did reply after a while, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. 

You (10:08am)  Seokjin please pick up  Can’t we talk?  I’m so sorry about last night 

Seokjin (10:27am)  I just need some space for a while  I’m sorry 

You (10:27am)  Okay. Please just tell me when you’re ready and we’ll talk ok?

It was silly, but the only thing that softened the blow was his apology. You mean, he couldn’t be angry at you or hate you if he’d said sorry, surely? But regardless, it didn’t make it any easier. With each passing day you were losing hope. Getting restless. If you didn’t talk soon you were scared that would just be it. Time would pass and things would end. Your relationship would end. Just before it’d even started. 

You kept repeating what Lina – and Yoongi, had told you: An argument didn’t mean the end of a relationship. You couldn’t give up. Not when the thought of losing Seokjin killed you, but exactly how long was this space he needed going to take? You just wanted to understand what was going on his head. To apologise for all the things you’d handled wrongly and to just talk. You really wanted to talk to him and see him. Just see him. You missed him so much. 

By Tuesday Lina was over it. Practically forcing you to just go to Seokjin and sort it out already. She was sick of seeing you so miserable, knew for a fact Jin was just the same. Miserable without one another. You told her you couldn’t. Not when it was his decision. Take some initiative. Those were her words. If you wanted everything to be alright then you had to fight. 

So here you were the next day, loitering outside his 3pm class, waiting for him to be done. You figured being in a public place would ease your nerves a little. Wrong. Your heart was still pounding. You were still breaking out into a cold sweat when the doors opened and the class started to disperse… 

You spotted him before he spotted you. He was talking to a friend from his class. Dressed in all black. Looked effortlessly good. Like usual. You almost had second thoughts, but Lina’s advice echoed in the back of your mind, getting louder. You weren’t a coward anymore. You wouldn’t run away. 

“Seokjin!” His head turned in the direction of his name, recognising your voice. You waved at him, about five feet away. He stopped in his tracks, contemplating what to do next. If he walked off you wouldn’t know what to do. Thankfully he stepped closer, turning back only to say goodbye to the guy he was with. You held your breath until he was right in front of you, knowing you needed to actually speak words out loud instead of just thinking them in your head. 

You smiled slightly. “Hey. I thought we could walk together?” 

“I have work.” He definitely didn’t sound angry, so you took that as a positive. 

“I know. I’ll walk with you.” You knew his schedule well. If he knew yours too, he’d know you only had one class on a Wednesday. It finished at 12pm. 

He didn’t say anything though, so you just started following him. Out of the building and down the path that led to the main road. The gym was on your way back home. You’d thought it all through. Apart from the talking bit. You walked in silence for a good few minutes. Over half the journey, until he was the one who broke it. 

“Sorry I haven’t messaged you yet. I was just…” He spoke quietly. Sounding awkward. Maybe even guilty. 

It’s okay,” you reassured. He looked over at you in surprise. “I was thinking maybe we could talk a little now?” 

He looked back at the floor, murmuring your name. “I’m not really in the right headspace right now. Like I said, I have work, and well,” he paused, glancing your way again. “Do you really think everything can be said in under five minutes?” 

It was you who looked at the floor then. “No I don’t.” You shook your head. “I just wanted to see you.” 

Seokjin didn’t reply, but he moved closer, his arm brushing against yours as you walked. It soothed your heart a little. Told you maybe everything would be okay. You could see the gym in the near distance. Damn you both for walking so fast. 

“I feel really shitty for leaving you alone and storming off.” This time he definitely sounded guilty. Embarrassed. 

“It’s fine,” you answered. “I got an uber. I was home before 12.” Tucked up in bed, quietly crying yourself to sleep. You left that bit out though. 

“Still though. I’m really sorry.” You smiled in response. Building now seriously close. In no time at all you were stood outside it. “I’ll, um,” Seokjin began, itching the side of his face. “I’ll call you when I’m home?” 

Your eyes widened a little in surprise. More hopeful now than ever. “Only if you want to.” 

He nodded. His eyes were a little sad. Didn’t have their usual twinkle to them. You really wanted to hug him but chose against it. Things still weren’t okay, but you wouldn’t lose that hope. He smiled softly, voice just the same. “See you.” 

.

.

You pushed yourself up from the wall you’d been leaning against when you saw Seokjin through the glass doors, his shift over. It was four hours later. Right now you should’ve been at home waiting for his phone call, and you’d had every intention of doing just that, but you were serious this time. You wouldn’t let this relationship die. He needed to see that. To hear it in person. 

You walked over to him, smiling shyly. He looked vaguely puzzled. “Me again.” 

He closed the gap between you, backpack slung over his shoulder. “You haven’t been out here this whole time, have you?” 

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. “No, I came back. I kinda memorised your schedule a while back,” you admitted awkwardly. His expression softened, as if touched. You carried on. “I thought instead of talking on the phone we could talk in person.” This time it wasn’t a question. 

Seokjin nodded slightly. “Sounds like a good idea.” Your heart finally settled in relief. “I–Wanna come over my place? I need to shower and beats talking out here in the cold.” 

“Thanks.” Gratitude your way of saying yes. “I have my car.” You’d brought it just in case. Somewhere private to talk if he didn’t want you to come home with him. Didn’t want to come home with you.  

The ride was made in silence. Not that you minded. You figured small talk wasn’t the way to go, and besides, the journey wasn’t too long. Just being close to him was what mattered. Was enough for those few minutes. 

Sandeul turned his head from the couch when he heard the door open, speaking before he’d really caught a glance. “Hey, man. You feeling alrig–Oh.” She stopped short when he saw you, saying your name as almost a way of realisation before he greeted you. “Hey. I didn’t know you were coming over.” 

You put a smile on your face, totally understanding he knew pretty much everything, if not everything. “Hi, Sandeul.” 

He smiled back, looking over at Seokjin next to you. “I can go to my room?” 

God. Seriously, how awkward. Seokjin shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I need to shower so we’ll go to mine. Speak later.” You followed him as he made across the room, stepping inside his bedroom when he motioned for you to go first.  

Whilst Seokjin was in the shower you had a lot of time to plan what you were going to say. Seokjin’s room always smelt nice and was always cosy. Just being here made you feel more at ease, but you guessed that was because you’d missed him so much. A few days ago you’d thought you’d never be in his bedroom again. You prayed this wasn’t the last time. 

You knew he was out of the shower when you heard whispering. You couldn’t make it out but you could definitely hear it. Boys were never exactly subtle. However you pretended like you hadn’t once Seokjin pushed the door open and slid back inside. His hair was still damp and he combed his fingers through it in an attempt to tame the spikes that had appeared where he’d rubbed the towel over it. He was dressed in black sweats and a grey and maroon striped top, which you’d never seen before. It was evil. Stuck to him like an extra layer of skin. 

You stayed perched on the edge of the bed. It seemed wrong to make yourself comfy, yet too awkward to sit in his desk chair. He smiled at you softly and sat down next to you. There was a moment of silence, one you took to psych yourself up. You had everything you wanted to say planned, all you had to do was open your mouth. But he beat you to it. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You looked at him in surprise. He looked absolutely beside himself. Jittery, apologetic and totally sincere. “What are you sorry for? I’m the one that should be apologising!” 

He shook his head quickly, refuting you immediately. “I’m the one who was acting all irrational and stormed off.” 

“I shouldn’t have spoken to Yoongi. I’m sorry you had to hear all that. It was beyond insensitive of me.” 

“I overreacted.” 

You took a deep breath. You were both going around in circles. How could you apologise if he wasn’t letting you. But then you guessed he probably felt the same. “I don’t think you did.” You said softly. Maybe nobody needed to apologise. Maybe you just needed to talk through the misunderstandings. “I just… I don’t understand what you meant when you said all that stuff.” 

He knew exactly what you were on about. The argument here. The things that had come out of his mouth at the party. “That’s what’s wrong. With me. With us.” 

He didn’t know how to continue so bravely you did so for him. You didn’t want to assume anything, but at this point it was obvious. “You don’t think you’re good enough?” He stayed silent but the look in his eyes said a thousand words. You scoffed in frustration. “That’s bullshit, Seokjin!” You weren’t mad at him. Just mad he felt that way. “Who am I? A nobody.” Of course he was good enough for you. He was perfect for you. “If you’re not good enough for me then I’m not good enough for you.” 

He opened his mouth to argue but you didn’t let him. “If we’re both not good enough for one another then it cancels out and means we’re perfect for one another.” 

“I don’t think it works like that.” But he did laugh a little. It was mostly silent, but you saw the curl of his mouth. It was enough. 

You reached for his hand, shuffling closer to him. “Of course it does. I’m not going to let go. I’m going to fight for us.” You squeezed his fingers. “It’s taken us so long to get here, we’re not throwing it away.” This was how you handled conflict. You felt oddly at ease. Mature and proud of yourself.  

“I don’t want us to throw it away.” Warmth flowed through your body when you felt him lace your fingers together. “I thought you’d be super mad after that party mess. Thought you’d hate me and want to end things, so I hid away and pretended like nothing was happening.” He explained. “If I could get through those months without you last year I could do it again. Only I couldn’t.” He looked at you, eyes still sad. “I knew I had to confront my fears and hold onto us, even if it meant begging you for a second chance. I really was going to call you tonight. Even before you turned up outside class.” 

Processing everything he’d said you breathed a laugh, nestling in a little closer. Your free hand lightly pressed into his chest.  “I could never hate you. Especially for you speaking your mind and I don’t know, confiding in me?” That’s what he’d done outside the party. How could you be mad when he’d confessed so many troubles to you. 

“It was more like yelling at you. Telling you what you should think.” He was still a little stubborn. Needed to see the truth. 

“Well, I don’t think any of those things,” you replied matter of factly. “Seokjin, you’re honestly the most kindest, caring, sweetest guy I’ve ever known.” You shook your head and corrected yourself. “Person, even.”

He shook his head, sliding his hand from yours to pull away in some sort of embarrassment.  “No, listen,” you insisted, latching onto him again. He dropped his head but you cupped his cheek, eager for him to look at you. He did so reluctantly, but your felt his hand lightly hold your waist, keeping you near. “I’m going to compliment you because you need to hear it. You deserve it. You’re the best.” You smiled. “No one gets me like you do. No one makes me laugh like you do. Feel so at ease. You just make me so happy.” 

Seokjin watched you intently, softening from your words. “Always have. Just now… I get to say these things. Or I should do, no matter how cheesy I think they are.” You should’ve said them a long time ago. “These… insecurities you have, I can’t stop them, but I can help you see who you are.” He needed to realise it was all in his head. He deserved you, like you deserved him. You cupped his other cheek, moving closer. “Who you are to me, and your friends, and your family.” 

You were so close to his mouth. You couldn’t help it. Had to kiss him. His lips were warm and soft. It felt like an age since you’d felt them. He gently kissed you back. A split second. Before pulling away. His hand moved up your side and he squeezed. “I’m sorry.” He pressed his forehead to yours. You let your breaths match up. “My head was a mess, I took it out on you.” He paused. “I’ve just been feeling… I thought us getting together would make all these things go away. Especially after I asked you to be my girlfriend.” 

“You can’t help it.” You whispered. But hearing that broke your heart a little. 

He chuckled sadly. “I know, but it’s stupid.” He moved his hands to your face, holding you. “You want me.” He kissed your lips. You closed your eyes. “I know you do, but it’s just hard to understand sometimes.” 

It was ironic. Before you had began something serious with one another, when you were with Yoongi, and before that even, deep down, even though you didn’t realise it, the reason you couldn’t admit your feelings for Seokjin was because of your insecurities regarding him. He couldn’t like you like that. Didn’t want to. It was just sex. It had taken you a while to overcome that, but ever since you’d admitted your feelings, poof, every apprehension had gone. Everything had been perfect. In your mind. Seokjin’s insecurities were only just starting. 

He pulled away, making some distance between you and cleared his throat a little awkwardly. “I hate to say this, but I’ve been jealous of Yoongi for so long. I know it’s stupid of me, childish, but…” He scoffed to himself. “Hearing you speak to him. It was like I was listening in on something I could never be a part of. And not because of what you were saying, not really. I knew you were only saying all that because of me, and the doubts I’d just put into your head. It just hurt because he listened so well, knows you so well and you wanted his advice.” He looked across at you. You knew admitting all this was hard for him.  “You wanted him to help and give you answers because I couldn’t.” 

Now you felt beyond sad. His reaction outside the party was one of frustration. So many mixed and pent up feelings. “I just wanted to talk to someone because I couldn’t talk to you. I’m sorry I acted so childishly when we could’ve just talked it out but I–I…” You were here now, talking. That was the main thing. “I shouldn’t have spoken to him about us. It was wrong of me. I know that, and I’m sorry. But…” You reached for his hands clutched at his lap, holding them as you continued. “There’s no need to be jealous of him. It’s natural I know, given the circumstances and I understand.” Hell, you were jealous of people you shouldn’t really be jealous of either, but you were human. You couldn’t control your emotions no matter how irrational. However you could help ease his. “Me and Yoongi… there’s nothing to worry about.” 

You had no feelings for him. All your heart knew and wanted was Seokjin. 

“I know.” He sighed, softly tracing patterns on the back of your hand with his fingers. Gaze locked there. “I know. It’ll pass. I just let everything get on top of me.” 

“W-were you upset because it was Namjoon’s room too?” You hesitated before asking the question, torn about bringing it up, but knowing deep down you needed to. The threesome was another issue, and you wanted to know his true feelings on it. Being in Namjoon’s room again like that has shaken you up too. 

Seokjin looked at you, nodding his head slightly. “Yes. Reminded me of…” He entwined your hands, holding on tight. Almost like he was determined to continue. “I really don’t look at you any different because of that night. Honest.” Even though this talk had begun to make you see that, the relief you felt hearing those words was a huge weight lifted from your shoulders. 

You guessed a lot of your insecurities had lied with that night. Maybe deep down you were still dealing with them. Why you’d come to such a conclusion the other night. Scared Seokjin regretted everything. Scared it had cursed your relationship before it had even started. 

“What I said about the threesome, I meant like my own insecurities regarding it.” 

“I understand.” 

“You do?” He looked relieved as you nodded. “That was the last time we had sex and… I don’t want to say I regret it, because it happened and I can’t change it.” He was struggling to express himself. You gave him time, waiting patiently. He didn’t stop holding your hand. “I don’t want to change it. That would mean you feeling bad about yourself and I don’t want that. You have nothing to feel bad about. I just hate that I even thought to do something like that.” He ducked his head in shame. “I’ve said before why I feel like that, but it just won’t stop playing on my mind.” He sighed, struggling. “That night felt like I was in competition with him and that’s not how wanted to ever treat you.” 

“I don’t see it like that. I know I can’t tell you how to feel but I really don’t judge you when it comes to that night.” He needed to know that. You shuffled closer, wanting him to know you were there for him and you understood. 

He looked up, smiling softly. “Thank you. I really don’t feel differently about you. Never have, never will.” You felt silly knowing you’d ever come to that conclusion. “It’s me I feel different about. I acted out of jealousy. My ego was bruised and I just… I hate myself whenever I think about it.” 

“Well you shouldn’t.” You wrapped your arm around his shoulders. You couldn’t bear to hear him say such a thing. “It was a decision made by all three of us. You don’t need to hate yourself, Seokjin.” You didn’t blame him. There was nothing to blame him for. You let your face fall into the crook of his neck slightly, kissing the skin. “I don’t want you to. I won’t let you.” 

He pulled his arm from between your bodies, draping it over your shoulder and you let yours fall from his, letting him hold you. “I’m trying not to.” He murmured, before finding your mouth to kiss. “I think now that you know the truth it’ll start getting better.” 

You smiled. “A problem shared is a problem halved, right?” He’d told you that numerous times. When you were hooking up, stressed with schoolwork. Caring as always. 

“Right,” he smiled back before kissing you again. When he pulled away he rubbed your noses together. “Thanks for saying such nice things about me earlier.” 

You laughed. “It’s okay, you can return the favour some other time.” 

He smiled, eyes now shining like you were familiar with, and cupped your face, turning your head gently to face him. “You make me so happy. I know me being a dramatic little bitch doesn’t show it, but well… You’re the girl of my dreams and I’m so glad I’ve been given a chance with you. Well,” he paused, “multiple chances.” He chuckled, glancing away. “Sorry I keep messing it up.” 

You shook your head, reaching for him, hands brushing against his chest. “You haven’t messed anything up.” 

He didn’t listen, making a little distance again. “I’ve been trying so hard to make things perfect.” He looked briefly at you. “That was true. About me wanting our second first time to be perfect. I just overthought it so much I didn’t know how to initiate it in the end, and when you did, I panicked. Thought I was doing this whole relationship thing all wrong.” 

That made sense. Why he was hellbent on taking things slow. Why it took a while for him to ask you to be his girlfriend. The overthinking caused delays. Caused self doubt and worry. If only you’d realised. 

You sighed softly. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was rushing you or being selfish.” 

“You weren’t,” he shook his head. “I just got scared.” He turned a little bashful then. “You’re my first serious relationship. Well, my first one altogether. I just wanted everything to be perfect.” 

Perfect. That word. Didn’t he already see it? 

You took his hand. “It’s already perfect.” You smiled when he looked at you. “I’m sorry I never told you. I thought it so many times.” In your head you thought you’d done so already. Maybe you had, he just couldn’t believe it. “You’re my perfect. Perfect for me. The only one I want. The only one I’ve wanted for a long, long time. Even if it took me a little while to realise it.” 

He looked a little guilty then, remembering part of your argument. “I’m sorry about that too. It just came out before I could stop it. I don’t hold that against you. How could I? I was just frustrated you didn’t believe I wanted you.” 

You believed him. He wanted you. When you kissed him next it was to give him everything you had. You clung to him and in turn he held you tight, but your mouths moved sweet and slow. It felt new all over again. 

“Not having sex was supposed to make things simpler not harder, but of course I was wrong,” he laughed after he pulled away. “I gave myself blue balls for no reason.” 

“Jinn,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. 

“What?” He played clueless. 

“Nothing.” You pulled away, rolling your eyes playfully. “If it’s something, I have come to admire your terrific strength. But, you did give me major blue balls too, so you should probably say sorry.” 

He hummed aloud, pretending to think. “I don’t think it’s called that for women.”

You whacked his shoulder. “Shut up.” 

“What?!” He sounded amusingly affronted. Nothing a hug couldn’t solve. 

You moulded yourself to his body, holding tight. He wrapped his arms around  your middle, kissing the top of your head. “We’re okay?” You murmured. It was pretty obvious, but verbal confirmation would be nice. 

“We’re okay.” He softly inhaled the scent of your hair. “I’m going to try and not let my insecurities get the better of me, because they’re not real.” 

You moved to smile up at him. “No, they’re not, but it’s fine. Next time you feel down, tell me.” 

He smiled back, kissing your lips. “I want to tell you everything.” 

“That’s funny, because I want to tell you everything too.” 

He laughed. “Okay. Can we start now?”

Narrowing your eyes, you felt suspicious. What was he after? “…We can. ” 

“Tell me if you already thought I was hot before we hooked up that first time.” 

Idiot. 

“Hm. Is that really important?”

“Very,” he punctuated with a kiss to your nose.

You spent the next couple of hours reminiscing. It was funny, you’d done this once before, but it wasn’t something you could ever get bored of. Thinking about where you’d grown from. Trying to pinpoint the exact moment you’d fallen for one another. It was fun. It made you happy. Sometimes nostalgia was your best friend. 

You’d been lying down for a while, natural progression, when Seokjin started to yawn. Hand up to his mouth trying to stifle it. “You’re tired,” you stated, lifting your head from where it had been resting on his chest. 

“Mm. I haven’t really gotten much sleep these past few nights.” 

The same had been for you too, but maybe you were still a little buzzed to start drifting off right now. You couldn’t force him to stay awake though. Not when his eyes were near closing. You tapped his chest. “Go to sleep.” 

He grumbled but didn’t fight. “Stay over?” 

“Okay.” It took you not even a millisecond to think of an answer. Nor did it take you even five minutes to change into one of his t-shirts. Before joining Seokjin in bed though, there was one thing you needed to do. “I’ll be back soon. Need to pee.” You whispered. He hummed in response. Poor guy was already half asleep. 

He was fully asleep when you came back, curled up on his side. You turned off the light and crept under the covers quietly, moving close and wrapping your arm around his body. You closed your eyes, wanting to sleep too but still a little wired. It was only about a minute later when Seokjin began to shuffle. 

“I wanna spoon you instead,” he more or less whined, twisting out of your grip. There was nothing wrong with that. You turned around immediately, grinning when he wrapped his arm around you, enveloping you in warmth. He laced your fingers together, tangled your legs, and kissed the back of your head. 

He attempted to move your hair out of the way with his nose, trying to find the skin of your neck to kiss too. Realising it was a little difficult he unclasped your hands and moved the strands down your back. He kissed the skin slowly. Sucking softly, sending light shivers up your spine. His hand rubbed and caressed your side, pulling you closer to his chest. 

“I thought you were tired?” You murmured, keening into his touch. 

He hummed into you, kissing across your cheek. “I power napped while you were in the bathroom.” 

You giggled, turning your head to reach his mouth. His tongue parted your lips before they could even touch, and it wasn’t long before you were on your back, his body pressed firmly into yours. You let your hands explore; up his back, over his shoulders and down his arms, gripping onto the hard muscle under that cruelly tight fitting top. Seokjin liked that. You feeling him up. Liked it when you moaned into his mouth. Against his tongue.  

He grew hard pretty quickly. You could feel it digging into your thighs as he rutted against you. Mouth now on your throat, his breathing getting heavier. “I think this is the perfect moment.” His mouth was wet, words trembling slightly. Arousal. Nerves. Probably both. 

There was silence as his words settled, just the noises of his kisses against your neck filling the air. He wasn’t letting up. You clutched at his face, lifting him up so you could feel his mouth on yours. “I think so too.” 

That was all he needed to hear. He picked up the pace, your mouths furious, gripping your hips as you spread your legs, one bent at the knee to roll into him more. You moaned in sheer longing when his hands pushed up the t-shirt. Hot fingers grabbing at your equally as hot skin. He was seconds away from tearing it off you when he stopped abruptly, pulling away slightly. 

It was dark in his room. Your eyes were slow to adjust. Too busy closed in pleasure. So you were confused, unable to read his face. Unsure what was wrong. “S-seokjin…?” 

There was a beat of silence and then– “I love you.”

You froze. Heart not beating anymore, you were sure of it. “What?” You were so flabbergasted it was all you could think to say. Surely you were hearing things. “Jin?” You were eager for confirmation. Sick of only seeing dark. Why was it dark at a moment like this? You wanted to see his face. Wanted to see his mouth when he said those three little words. “One minute–” you moved under him, stretching your body to reach the lamp on his nightstand. If you could just get some light. 

“Oh.” As you clicked it on the brightness blinded you. You blinked a few times, but still determined you stared straight at him. “What did you say?” 

He didn’t hesitate. “I love you. I’m in love with you.” You were speechless. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way yet. I don’t mind. I can wait—

“Of course I feel the same.” You reached out for him, wanting him close. 

“What?” It was his turn to sound baffled. 

“I love you too.” You kissed him, before laughing. “Of course I do.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes!” Did he want you to shout it from the rooftops? You would. You loved him. So much. Had for a while, you were sure of it. You were just… too scared? Oblivious? Who knew. But it didn’t matter anymore. There was a time when you’d been obsessed with idea of love, wondering when and how it would happen. You realised now the best kind was the love that had always been there. Slowly waiting for a chance to reveal itself. A quiet love. A subtle love. A true love. The love you had for Seokjin. 

“Yes,” you murmured against his lips. “I love you.”

You broke apart as he sighed in relief. “Thank fuck for that. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long but I was scared it would be too early.” You could tell he was nervous about it, his hands trembling. “I think that’s what was playing on my mind too–” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “Fuck it. I don’t care anymore. I have nothing to worry about.” He smiled at you, caressing your cheek and hair. “I’ve loved you for a really long time.” 

All you could do was smile back. So happy perhaps you could cry. You wouldn’t, but you could. You kissed the side of his thumb. “Then it would never be too early.” You think he understood the same went for you. You’d loved him for a while. 

He got you out of that t-shirt very quickly after that. Mouth on your chest, down your cleavage, wrapped around your nipples… Your breath was shaky as he hooked his fingers into your underwear. “Goddd.” 

He hesitated before he dragged them down. “Can I show you how much I love you?” 

“Please.” Your voice was a whisper. Couldn’t trust it otherwise. “Please.” Your underwear was already hanging from your ankle. You kicked them off.  

He looked down your body with a groan. He was a little impatient. A little frustrated. There was so much he wanted to do with your body, but he also just really wanted to be inside you. You could tell by the look in his eyes. You tugged at his sweatpants, helping him out. He was naked waist down immediately. Still in that evil top though. You ran your hands over his chest and down, fingertips brushing against his abs. “I kinda want you to keep this on. You look so good.” 

“I can if you want.” He offered, eyes wide in surprise. 

You contemplated for a moment before shaking your head. “No. Naked is better.” You wanted to feel his body against yours. It had been so long. 

All clothing now on the floor, he crawled over your body, feeling any part he could reach, mouth chasing yours. He brought a hand between your legs, realising how aroused you were already and groaned. He rubbed a little at your entrance but didn’t push inside. It was beyond frustrating, but you guessed he had other ideas.  

“Should I get a condom?” 

You giggled. “No, silly.” You were still on birth control, and if he wasn’t coming inside you, then what was the point? You cupped his face, kissing him sweetly and smiled. “You’re the best. I love you.” 

Before he could think of saying it back, you’d flipped him on his back. Not that he put up much of a fight. You straddled him. “Ughh,” he groaned again, snapping his hands on your hips. You grinded against him a few times , getting wetter and wetter, before taking his—perfectly hard—dick in your fist. You squeezed, then began to run your palm over him, right against the head as you angled him inside your entrance. He moaned this time, ever so slightly bucking up. “You wanna end me.”

Wrong. That wasn’t your intention at all. You wanted to give him all the pleasure in the world. You pushed down, over the first inch of his dick and kept on going. Only it was a bit of a struggle. You got about halfway when you had to pull off him and try again. 

Seokjin sat up easily, kissing you as he lightly teased you. “What’s up? Struggling?” By the smirk on his face you could tell he was loving it. Okay, Mr. Big Dick, calm down. “You can’t have forgotten…” 

“I haven’t.” You insisted, determined this time. You pushed down. “I just–mmph.” God. He felt so big inside you. Stuffed full and he wasn’t even all the way in. You bit down on your lip  and took a deep breath, pushing one last time, feeling him drag inside of you. You moaned loudly when he bottomed out. “Oh.” 

“Fuckkk.” Seokjin hissed, holding you tight. “Oh fuck.” Your wet warmth was too much to handle. Sensation something he’d missed so much. 

You slowly began to move, back and forth, getting used to him again. It was amazing. Even just this simply, but of course, as your pleasure rose, so did your need. “Lay down,” you requested, wanting him to just enjoy the ride. Quite literally. 

Sweaty thighs, ragged breaths, a squeaking mattress. It was just like the old times. Only this time there was a difference. Love. A love acknowledged and embraced. 

“Slow down.” Seokjin sounded fucked out already. Murmuring your name before sitting up again. He clung to your hips, trying to still your rhythm as you continued riding him. Riding the pleasure. “Baby. Please.” Despite near begging he wasn’t really doing much else to stop you. Mouth on your neck as he spoke. “Stoppp. I don’t want to cum yet.” 

“Why?” Honestly you didn’t give a damn if he came. You just wanted to make him feel good. 

“It hasn’t even been five minutes.” You could hear the pout in his voice. “Let me fuck you some more. Please. I just need a breather.” 

“Fine.” But you weren’t annoyed. How could you be when he whispered such casual filth? And how could you when he got you on your back, spread your legs and kissed between them. 

“Wanna make you moan,” he breathed against your core, lips already sticky. “Wanna make you cum.” 

It didn’t take long. He soon had you holding your breath and arching your back. Coming easily. Like he was showing off how well he knew your body. Cupping your ass as he pulled away, he kissed his way up your body. His dick still hard bobbed between your thighs, and of course he couldn’t take it. Had been a wonder how he’d slipped out of your warmth in the first place. 

He knelt up, adjusting himself between your legs. “You okay to carry on?” 

“Yes,” you murmured, almost dreamlike. “One hundred percent yes.” 

He took his time, revelling in the pleasure almost. Dipping inside of you and slowly pulling out until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Don’t tease,” you whined, brushing your hand down his chest. He listened. 

Only then he laid over you, lodging himself inside. As deep as he could get. Not wanting to leave your warmth. Soft and wet and to die for. He choked a little. “I could stay like this forever.” 

“Mm. I’m sure we can work with it,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. He began to thrust and that’s when you lost it. Moaning loudly. “Seokjin—!”

He thrust harder, spurred on. “Mm. Say my name again.” You did. “You can be a little louder, y’know?” 

“But Sandeul.” It was late now. The guy was probably in his bedroom next to this trying to sleep. 

Seokjin chuckled. “When did that ever stop us?” You blushed at past memories, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re embarrassed. Cute.” He ducked his head and kissed you. “He won’t care. He’ll be happy for us.” 

You rolled your eyes. Why yes, Seokjin’s best friend loved hearing him have sex. “You’re an idiot.” 

“An idiot you’re in love with,” he countered. 

Damn. He was going to use that against you every time now, wasn’t he? What had you gotten yourself into? You were about to say just that, to tease him, but he was fucking into you so fast now you pretty much choked on your words. He kneeled up a little, wrapping your legs around his waist and concentrated again on getting deeper and deeper. Hard, determined thrusts that became addictive and knocked the wind out of you. Well, until it felt like his dick was stabbing your insides. 

You pushed at his shoulder, wincing in pain and twisted your hips, stopping his next thrust from getting as far. He noticed straight away and pulled out of you, a little worried. “You okay?” 

“Your dick’s too big,” you whined, getting a little ticklish when he started peppering your cheek in kisses, chuckling lowly now that he knew you were okay. 

“See? You’ve forgotten,” he teased, tugging your earlobe between his lips. You wriggled, even more so when you felt his hand between your legs. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you used to it again…” He fell back on his side, essentially spooning you as the pad of his index finger dragged against your clit. “So wet,” he whispered in your ear, spreading your arousal around your core casually. He circled his hips into you, erection sticky between your ass. He groaned. “You’ve got me so hard. Can we go again?” 

“Yeah.” That was a certain yes. This time you weren’t stopping until he came. 

He gripped your ass, lifting one cheek up a little so he could find your entrance and push inside. Which proved fatal. “Oh shit,” he grunted, grabbing at the flesh like he was hungry. “Bad idea.” 

“I guess you’ve forgotten the power of my ass.” You wriggled it about just for emphasis and he groaned. 

“Impossible.” He lightly spanked it, sending you squealing but he held you tight. “It’s been plaguing my nightmares for months and months.”  

“Nightmares?!” You shrieked, but at that exact moment he pushed inside, slowly, indulging on every second. 

“You know what I mean.” His breath was hot in your ear and then his tongue curled inside the shell, sending you all a shiver.  

You really wanted to cum again. You wanted to cum with his dick inside you. Feel the warmth trickle into your veins and turn your limbs to jello. You were greedy. Greedy for the pleasure he gave you. The pleasure you’d been without for a long, long time. You quickly pushed your hand between your legs, where his hand been not minutes before, chasing your high quickly. 

Seokjin’s thrusts faltered when he noticed. Voice tight. “God. I missed you. God. I love you.” Nice to see he was still so easily ruined by the slightest of things. 

“Who’s God?” You joked, but rolled a little onto your back, arm reaching to hold his face. Your mouths met in a rush. The kiss messy. “I love you. Missed you.” 

“Yeah?” He panted. He was close. You knew it. Would never forget. “How much?” 

“You know how much.” You worked your fingers faster, just the sheer anticipation of Seokjin coming – inside of you at that, tipping you over the edge. By the time you’d finished your sentence, it was done. Body stiffening, insides tightening around his dick. “So much.”  

And that was it. Seokjin didn’t stand a chance. “I’m gonna cum,” he rushed, sounding almost panicked. Like it had washed over him all of a sudden. 

You moaned, gripping his arm, attempting to roll him on top of you. “Like this. Wanna feel you. See your face.” 

He listened. Body crushing yours as he thrust at an erratic pace. You wrapped your arms around him. Your legs too. Moulding your body to his as you watched his face, expression contorting with pleasure as he came. You moaned when he did, feeling his entire body stiffen, but so overcome he buried his face into the crook of your neck, riding it out with shaky exhales. 

It took a few moments for him to come to. For you both to come to, and you peeled away from one another as he lifted his head. It was an odd sensation. You wanted him back again. 

“I’ve gone dizzy,” he murmured, voice frail. “Shit. So fucking dizzy.” 

You giggled. He sure did look a little frazzled. Hair a mess, beads of sweat across his forehead. Nothing beat a sex workout. You thought he would agree. You kissed him, taking your time. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He smiled, eyes a little glassy. He ran his hands down your sides as he knelt up. You copied him, sitting up against the headboard. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. You thought you needed a shower. “Twenty minutes and I can go again. Maybe ten.” He informed you. Alright. Maybe the shower could wait… 

You laughed, taking one of his hands. “Okay, okay, don’t wear yourself out straight away.” 

He looked at you as if you’d forgotten something. “We’ve got like over a month of sex to catch up with. Well, technically, even more. But we might die if we try for that.” 

“Jesus Christ,” you exclaimed. “I’ve created a monster.” 

A vibration on his nightstand interrupted you. His phone. It must’ve been hanging off the edge because it fell to the floor. As Seokjin picked it up and opened his messages, you checked behind his shoulder. Mario was still facing the wall, thank god. He didn’t need to see all that, or what was surely about to come. A chuckle from Seokjin caught your attention and you glanced at him. He was looking at his phone. “What?” 

You leaned forward when he flipped the screen your way and skimmed the messages from none other than Sandeul. “Oh, God.” You muttered as you read, embarrassment back and shame tinging your cheeks. 

Sandeul (00:36am)  I hear you made up then 

Seokjin (00:36am)  🤗🤗

Sandeul (00:37am)  I’m sure I have earplugs somewhere.. Have fun! 

Written 2019-20. Reworked/Edited 2020 Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

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Eyy! Now, I have a proper V HC request, hihi!😍😍😍❤❤❤🙈🙈🙈 The gang ( include anyone you want ) introducing V to his very first cosplay convention!😍😍😍❤❤❤ I'll patiently wait, my dear. I love your V HCs so much😍😍😍❤❤❤

Hello dear! <3<3<3 Thank you so much for liking my headcanons and the request! :D :D :D I’m sorry this one took so long, I should have posted this one much earlier but better late than never? *sweats* 

In any case, here we go! <3<3<3

Random headcanon: Cosplay convention

Nico:

Nico is the first one to jump at the idea when she finds out V has never been to a cosplay convention. She loves those because people just let their creativity flow and she is among them. Creating an impressive cosplay that lets her display her genius, oh that’s right up her alley.

Of course the work on the van and Nero’s Devil Breakers go first, but the Queen of Machines can juggle that and more if needs be. If she’s going to a convention, you can bet she’s going to show off something that’s flashy and functional.

She’s all for helping the others find something they want to dress up in as well, they don’t even have to take something as spectacular as she does, if they don’t want to. If they do, she’s all for helping them with something on the more mechanical style as sewing and fabrics aren’t her thing.

Honestly, she just wants her friends to come along, try the event out. If someone really doesn’t want to dress up, she won’t push the suggestion too much but if she can work on them for a bit, they might open up to it. She’s the one to convince V to come along, claiming she can find just the right character for him.

Though Nico is able and considered fixing a workable Gundam costume (complete with rockets and guns, could it get better?!), she ultimately chose Mei Hatsume from My Hero Academia as her own cosplay character because let’s face it, it would let her show off more of her creations.

The costume itself she found online, cheap and the inventions are the important part, so that’s all good for her. A prototype is customized to function as a flying skateboard for anyone who wants to try, an Overture is remodeled to set off (harmless) fireworks rather than demon-killing sparks, a Dr Faust replica with built-in video and audio to teach you Michael Jackson moves on the go, she brings an array of different inventions and many are a success with younger audiences.

Nero (& Kyrie):

Nero’s never been to a cosplay convention, he’s just as new to them as V is. As a kid, he wanted to dress up and go to gatherings like that because it looked fun and hopefully no one would look at him funny, as they did in the Order.

Now that he feels more secure in his own skin, having come to terms with his heritage and how he can use it to protect his family, Nero doesn’t feel the immediate need to dress up for the convention but when Kyrie mentions it might be fun, he falls for the suggestion.

Whenever the orphans’ clothes get holes, Kyrie fixes them with her sewing but she is uncertain she has the skills and the time to fix herself and Nero matching outfits in time for the convention, when they have both decided they’ll go. And Nico has convinced them that they’ll have the most fun if they dress up.

Nero is supportive, he’s fine with whichever costume Kyrie wants to do, he doesn’t push and he’s fine with just going as they are as well if it spares Kyrie some trouble, but the kids are very insistent. And Kyrie sometimes has a hard time saying no to them.

Knowing it’s one of Kyrie’s favorite Disney movies, Nero suggests Beauty and the Beast for the two of them. Kyrie wants Nero to have fun and get the whole experience by dressing up, but at first, she is a little bit hesitant about his suggestion. She never wants Nero to feel like she doubts him or his humanity ever again.

They have been through a lot and so, they just talk it out, ending the discussion with soft whispers of love and care and in agreement over their choice.

As for their costumes, they don’t buy anything new. They check their closets for anything unused or something that can just be adjusted. In their eyes, the details don’t have to be perfect as long as they are both having fun. Kyrie also has a field day trying to put make-up on Nero’s face for the Beast look. Honestly, she does a good job. And the clothes she adjusted for Nero’s blue Beast attire, as well as her own blue and white dress for Belle, look great and she feels proud over her work.

At the convention, Nero will make sure to keep an eye on her, make sure she won’t be dehydrated or stay on her feet for too long in queues. It’s mostly unexplored ground for both of them, but they have a lot of fun just people-watching and following the three orphans under their care around, as the boys point out characters that they know everywhere. If the boys don’t recognize someone, they’ll run right up and ask.

Their camera roll is full of pictures of other cosplayers and the kids posing at the end of the day. And Nico snuck in a few pictures of Nero and Kyrie as well.

Dante:

It’s a party, Dante’s interested, enough said. He doesn’t mind grabbing the most ridiculous outfits if it gives him the love of the crowd. At a convention, people of all ages gather so it will be some simple, awesome fun.

As for him choosing a cosplay, the Dr. Faust hat has made him realize he rocks wearing a hat so he initially thought of cosplaying Alucard from Hellsing but after realizing V would cosplay another Alucard, he switched gears. Actually, Dante might just prefer cosplaying a character that likes having fun, just like he does.

By coincidence, he found Vash the Stampede from Trigun and though there is no hat involved, hey, the guy rocks red just as well as Dante does and he uses guns. Does Dante know anything about the character? Not really but that doesn’t stop him from rocking it. Plus, Dante already has red clothes, it’s just a matter of going into character because adjusting those clothes, he knows not how to do.

At said convention, he instantly clicks with a Deadpool cosplayer and they dance to Michael Jackson songs. They also photobomb some cosplay shoots, all in good fun. He lives for the spirit of people just having fun and humans just being humans, gathering thanks to a common interest.

Dante is the type who comes to a convention with several outfits. Or at least he would, if he had enough money for it. Since most of his paycheck goes to keeping the gas, water and electricity at Devil May Cry running, he resorts to simple, but effective ways to show off character, both his own and from other series.

V:

When the idea of going to a cosplay convention is first introduced to him, along with what it actually entails, he’s a bit skeptical. Nico telling him that there will be a ton of people doesn’t really sell him on it as he’s not that fond of crowds. But hearing that many will dress up as characters from stories they enjoy catches his attention. If he agrees to go, maybe he should be sure to make the most of it. And when Nico notices that shift in his demeanor, she keeps pushing him to join, juuust a bit.

For V, cosplay sounds like a way to show appreciation for characters and the stories they star in. Being the big fan of literature and poetry that he is, this aspect of the event does trigger his interest but when Nico gives him the idea to try out cosplay himself, she suggests that he shouldn’t go with cosplaying William Blake. Griffon laughs out loud at the mere idea but his suggestion of V cosplaying as a Disney princess (the orphans under Nero’s and Kyrie’s care have tried to show the avian various Disney movies, further adding to his arsenal of nicknames for V), is equally shot down.

V does want to put some thought and care into who to cosplay, but he also acknowledges his lack of sewing skills and is not too into the thought of buying a costume for himself with his limited funds. Kyrie offers to help but he is hesitant to accept it, seeing how she is trying to make something wearable for both herself, Nero and three little boys.

Ultimately, Nico and surprisingly, Dante become his greatest helpers. The childhood home of the sons of Spardas might have mostly fallen apart, but there are still some of their father’s old black robes in one of the rooms. It needs some adjustments, being too big on V’s lean frame, but the length is pretty spot on.

Nico demonstrates an automatic multi-tool that includes both measuring and sewing capabilities, as well as a laser pointer and a demon alarm that accidentally trips when Griffon is present. V doesn’t ask why she saw the necessity to put all of those functions together, but in the end, two of them are helpful for their situation. And she will show it off at the convention, as part of her genius.

How Dante does it, V doesn’t know, but one day, a long blonde wig is delivered to Devil May Cry, perfect for his decided cosplay. Turns out Dante’s flirt with the lady at the costume shop was helpful.

Ultimately, V feels very satisfied with his appearance as Alucard from Castlevania. The black robes are a different material from his regular leather vest but it’s still in black and thus, he feels right at home in it rather quickly. The long blonde wig takes some more time to adjust to.

What he had not anticipated were people asking to photograph him in this getup but thankfully, V took his time to research his character’s lines and mannerisms. Alucard is a gentleman, so V doesn’t find it very hard at all.

During the convention, Nero and Kyrie have enough on their plate, keeping an eye on the boys, so Nico usually stays close to V. Their chosen media are not anything alike, but that hardly matters. Nico is easily swept up in the excitement of the convention and seeing her makes V think that letting loose once in a while isn’t so bad.

Griffon stars in V’s cosplay as well, dressed up as a bat.

The next day, V will be a bit socially exhausted. Expect him to keep to himself with his book and tea for a good remainder of the day.

[artificialqueens]

You're All I Want (for Christmas), Part 1 (Branjie) - Kiki

A/N: College ending for the semester means I am trying to force myself to feel as festive as I possibly can by writing Christmas fics lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this, it’s gonna have another two parts and I had so much fun writing it, hope you enjoy! 

Summary: A classic Christmas past, present & future fic. Brooke and Vanessa meet at a club one night and hope to have the best Christmas ever.

12th March 2018:

Brooke Lynn had never wanted to be at home more than she did right now. It was Detox’s birthday, one of her best friends from college, and while she should be excited to spend the night celebrating with her friends, all she wanted to do was go home, have a hot bath and go to sleep. She had been absolutely killing herself at work recently, trying to impress the senior partners at the law firm she worked at which had meant pretty much little to no relaxation time and the one night off she could afford to take would have to be spent in a club? Not ideal, at least not for Brooke.

She walked into the club with Nina at her side. Nina had spent the last ten minutes outside the club giving Brooke a pep-talk as to why she shouldn’t bail on this birthday party and eventually Brooke agreed to stay for at least an hour or two. Brooke knew that the reason Nina wanted her to stay so badly was so that she wouldn’t be left alone with Detox’s work friends but Brooke could understand that. She wouldn’t want to be left alone with complete strangers in a club either.

They handed their coats into the coat check and as soon as they turned the corner, they were straight in the middle of the club’s dancefloor. It didn’t take long for them to spot Detox in the massive booth that she had reserved for them, dancing on the table and drinking straight from a bottle of champagne. Nina rolled her eyes fondly at the birthday girl and Brooke knew deep down that this was going to be a messy night if Detox had her way.

It seemed as though they were the last two to make it to the club. There were only two empty seats left at the table and after they had said hi to Detox and wished her a happy birthday, the two girls sat down opposite each other. Brooke turned to her left to say hi to whoever she was sitting next to, just to be polite, but what she saw took her breath away. The girl next to her presumably worked with Detox and considering they worked in the fashion industry, all of Detox’s friends always looked phenomenal but Brooke was absolutely overwhelmed by this girl’s beauty. Brooke had to physically make an effort to close her mouth because if she didn’t her, her jaw would have probably been on the floor in a matter of seconds.

“Hey…I’m Vanessa.” The girl smiled brightly at Brooke and Brooke knew that she must look like an absolute creep considering that she had just been staring at her and not saying anything. Brooke quickly recovered and was able to hold a conversation with Vanessa without making herself look like an idiot. They talked about work, about how they knew Detox, just basic things that strangers would talk about. But there was something about how at ease Brooke Lynn felt the entire time she was talking to Vanessa. It was easy…almost familiar.

Detox kept ordering rounds of shots for the table and was refusing to let anyone get away with not taking one. Everybody had been on the dancefloor and doing things that normal people would do when they went to a club, but not Brooke and Vanessa. They had spent the entire evening getting closer and closer to each other on the couch after each shot was brought to them.

Brooke swore she had never laughed as much as she did that night. Vanessa’s stories were hilarious and the way she told them made Brooke captivated by her every word. She genuinely believed that Vanessa could read the phone book to her and Brooke would still be highly entertained. Vanessa’s humour aside, they seemed to have an amazing connection considering they had only met two hours ago. Brooke found herself opening up to Vanessa more than she would to her own family members and that said something about how approachable Vanessa was.

After the third hour of talking to Vanessa, Brooke knew she had to get her number. She couldn’t let her get away without asking her out on a date. She knew that they were both tipsy but surely Vanessa must feel how intense their connection is too, right? Brooke was working herself up to ask Vanessa, all of her usual confidence with flirting with women completely gone, when something ruined her chances.

That something was Nina. She had been out dancing with Detox and the rest of the group and came back to the table and loudly announced that she was going to puke all over the floor if she didn’t get out of there immediately. Any other night, Brooke would have laughed at Nina since she is notoriously known for being bad at holding her liquor, but tonight Brooke found herself being a bit upset that her night was being cut short, which was a big change to how she felt at the beginning of the night.

Brooke apologised to Vanessa but of course Vanessa understood that she had to take care of her friend. Nina bolted towards the exit of the club, leaving Brooke to grab all of their belongings and run after her, hoping that Nina didn’t puke on the floor before she got there.

Vanessa was sad to see Brooke go. She hadn’t felt a kind of connection like that with anyone in a long time. She awkwardly went to go and join Detox and the rest of her work friends on the dancefloor knowing she would immediately get teased by everyone for spending her entire night with a stranger. But damn, to Vanessa, it had been all worth it.

—

20th March 2018:

Brooke was sitting in a local brunch spot with Nina waiting for Detox to show up. She always knew in advance that Detox would be late to everything that wasn’t a night out in a club but every time it still managed to shock her. They had been waiting for half an hour now and Nina had not stopped apologising for how drunk she had gotten the week before at Detox’s birthday party. Brooke was hoping Detox would show up soon, not just so they could order their food but so she could stop listening to Nina apologise for the hundredth time in a row.

Finally, Detox decided to grace them with her presence and they all ordered their food and of course, Detox put an order in for three mimosas and Nina immediately turned it down. Nina started to, once again, apologise for how drunk she had gotten and Brooke had, once again, reassured her that it was no big deal and that it happened to all of them every once in a while. Detox told them the stories of what had happened after Brooke and Nina left the club and from the sounds of it, Detox had gotten even drunker than Nina had.

“Vanessa had to bring me back to my place, I could barely fucking remember my own address!” Detox laughed while telling the story which seemed to comfort Nina a lot, but Brooke couldn’t help becoming more interested in what Detox had to say once she mentioned Vanessa’s name.

“Vanessa seemed really nice…” Brooke said kind of quietly, trying not to show the effect that Vanessa had had on her. In reality, Brooke had not stopped thinking about her. She could still hear her laugh and could still picture the excited look on her face when she was talking about something she was passionate about…but Detox didn’t need to know that.

Detox raised her eyebrow, clearly picking up on Brooke’s unsubtle words. “Nice? Really, B?”

“Yeah, we talked for a bit and she was a really nice girl.” Brooke tried to act completely uninterested but she knew that it wasn’t going well for her.

“A bit? Brooke Lynn Hytes, you spent the entire night with her.” Nina said while laughing and Detox joined in, both of the girls clearly enjoying that they had something to tease Brooke about. Brooke rolled her eyes in annoyance and realised that this wasn’t going to be as easy as she had previously thought.

“Fine, can you please just give me her number, D? I really wanna talk to her again.” Brooke Lynn admitted and thankfully, Detox had a smile on her face and seemed impressed that Brooke had just asked for what she wanted instead of being too proud to admit that she had a crush on someone.

“Finally, I was waiting for you to ask…she’s been bugging me all week for me to give you her number, she can be the most annoying person when she gets her mind set on something,” Detox picked her bag up off of the floor and started searching through it, taking out a small business card and handing it to Brooke. “Here. Vanessa’s a wild one but she’s got a heart of gold, hope you enjoy.” Detox ended her sentence with a wink and Brooke could feel her cheeks heat up with embarrassment. She decided to wait until she got home to send the first message to Vanessa and she was beyond excited.

As soon as she got back to her apartment, she got changed into some comfier clothes and sat down on the couch with her phone in her hand. She didn’t know how to start off the text to Vanessa. She didn’t want to appear desperate or uncool. But she also didn’t want to sound like she didn’t care. She decided to just play it safe and say hi, even though she knew deep down that it would probably be an extremely boring text for Vanessa to receive.

B: Hey, it’s Brooke Lynn from the club. Detox gave me your number, how are you?

As Brooke pressed send, her heart rate immediately sped up. She hated how lame she sounded but she couldn’t help but stare at her phone waiting for a response. Thankfully, Vanessa replied almost immediately.

V: Well well well, Miss Brooke Lynn Hytes. You took your damn time texting me, didn’t you? ;) 

B: Actually, Detox only gave your number to me an hour ago. She made me ask for it before she gave it to me lol

V: Aww, so you wanted to talk to me again? That’s sweet :)

Brooke felt like she was in middle school again. Texting Vanessa was just as addictive as talking to her in real life had been. They hit it off again right away and started talking about random things; how their weeks had been, how work was going and how much Vanessa wanted to adopt a kitten. After an hour and a half of texting and enough flirting to last a lifetime, Vanessa had enough.

V: So Brookie, when are you gonna ask me out on a date?

B: Lol, how about I ask you now?

V: Seems like a good idea, you should never keep a lady waiting

B: Dinner next Saturday? Promise not to keep you waiting again

V: Can’t wait <3

—

27th October 2018:

Six months later, Vanessa and Brooke were still together. Brooke asked Vanessa to be her girlfriend on their second date and since then, they were inseparable. Every moment they had off work was spent in either Brooke or Vanessa’s apartment (usually Vanessa’s since it was bigger) and they would cook each other dinner and just hang out, enjoying each other’s company.

Vanessa was in her kitchen making pasta for her and Brooke to have for dinner that night. Brooke was coming over as soon as she finished work, which was any minute now, and Vanessa was nervous. She was going to ask Brooke to move in with her. Realistically, she knew that it might be too soon to ask but Brooke’s lease was coming to an end soon and she knew that Brooke hated her own apartment so the timing was perfect. Brooke hadn’t renewed her lease and that gave Vanessa hope that maybe she was thinking about moving in together too.

Another factor that made Vanessa think this was a good idea was that they had said “I love you” to each other after just one month of dating. Vanessa had a smile on her face as she stirred the pasta sauce whilst thinking about their relationship. She knew deep down in her heart that their relationship was meant to be and that moving in together was the next logical step.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door and Brooke let herself in. As soon as Vanessa heard Brooke’s voice, the nerves came rushing back. She knew that there was no backing out now.

Vanessa had timed the dinner perfectly; it was ready as soon as Brooke had got there. She served the pasta into two bowls and handed one to Brooke and they sat down and enjoyed their meal together. Brooke noticed that Vanessa seemed different today, she was her usual energetic self but in a different way. Instead of seeming excited, she seemed nervous and jumpy. After they finished their meal, Brooke asked Vanessa what was going on and while Vanessa had an entire speech prepped in her mind about how she wanted to ask Brooke, all that came out was: “Move in with me.”

There was a deafening silence in the room that made Vanessa even more scared and just as she was about to start rambling all of the different reasons that had made her even think of saying that, Brooke simply replied by saying “Okay.”

“What?” Vanessa was shocked. Brooke planned everything out in advance. She had thought it would at least take some convincing to get Brooke to even consider the idea of moving in with her but no, she had agreed almost immediately.

“I said okay, I’ll move in with you.” Brooke replied like it was no big deal and got up to go hug Vanessa. Vanessa had an enormous grin on her face and decided that a hug was not enough. She grabbed Brooke’s face with her hands and gave her a massive kiss, not allowing either of them to come up for air until Vanessa was satisfied. Brooke picked Vanessa up with ease and brought her over to the couch where she laid her down and kissed her some more.

After a while, it hit Vanessa that this was really happening. Brooke was really going to move into her apartment. Their apartment. They were going to live together, see each other every single day. When she woke up in the morning, Brooke would be the first person she would see and when she went to sleep, Brooke would be the last person she spoke to. She was beyond excited.

“So what are you thinking about Christmas? What kind of decorations should we get?” Vanessa asked with a tone that was so serious yet so endearing to Brooke at the same time. She laughed at her girlfriend’s eagerness and wrapped her arm around her side.

“October isn’t even over yet, babe. Let’s make it through Halloween first.” Brooke said with a laugh while she placed a kiss on the top of Vanessa’s head which made Vanessa giggle.

“Okay, fine…but if I find out you’re one of those bitches who likes those tacky colourful lights on their Christmas tree instead of white ones, I’m not gonna be happy.”

—

10th December 2018:

Brooke Lynn walked out of the café near Vanessa’s office with two takeaway coffee cups and a paper bag in her hand. She had gone to work super early that morning so she could finish earlier and surprise Vanessa by picking her up from work. She picked up some of the luxurious hot chocolate and some champagne truffles (two of Vanessa’s absolute favourite treats) and walked into the large building in Manhattan where Vanessa worked. She took the elevator to the 42nd floor and walked over to the area where Vanessa’s office was located.

Vanessa’s eyes lit up every time Brooke walked into the room and Brooke didn’t think she could ever get tired of seeing it happen. Vanessa quickly ran over to her girlfriend and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before grabbing the hot chocolate and telling Brooke how much she loved her, which of course, Brooke replied to instantly.

“You guys make me nauseous, stop being so in love,” Detox said loudly as she walked by with a ton of files in her hand. “Some of us have to work, we can’t just have our girlfriend pick us up and leave at five o’clock on the dot.” Brooke rolled her eyes fondly and Vanessa turned around to face her.

“Shut the fuck up Detox, maybe if you arrived to work on time you could actually leave on time for once!” Vanessa stuck her tongue out at Detox which made Detox break her bitchy façade and laugh back at her. Brooke loved sharing a best friend with Vanessa, it always made hanging out with people so much easier when they already both wanted to hang out with the same people.

Brooke noticed that Vanessa had been a little down recently and she was on a mission to cheer her up. Her mom was going to visit her grandmother in Puerto Rico and Vanessa wasn’t able to take that much time off work to be able to go with her so it was going to be her first Christmas that she had ever spent without her mom. Therefore, Brooke had made it her own personal goal to make sure that the entire festive period was super fun for Vanessa so she didn’t even have time to think about missing her family.

As soon as they left Vanessa’s office, they went to pick out a Christmas tree for their apartment because Brooke insisted the real ones were nicer to look at and smelled better than the fake ones. Plus Vanessa had never owned a real tree before and Brooke’s Canadian heart just couldn’t accept that.

When they got the six-foot tree back to the apartment and got it all set up in its holder (meaning Brooke got it set up while Vanessa watched), Vanessa revealed all of the boxes of Christmas decorations that she had ordered in the last few weeks that she couldn’t wait to put up. There were a ton of different baubles for the tree, Vanessa had decided on a red and gold theme with, of course, the white Christmas tree lights. Vanessa even got a star to go on the top of the tree that had “B&V” written on it which made Brooke a lot more emotional than she cared to admit.

Once they were finally finished decorating and Vanessa had finished her rendition of All I Want for Christmas is You, the apartment looked like a Winter Wonderland. Vanessa knew that Brooke didn’t love Christmas as much as she did and that all of this was done to make sure that she was feeling okay about not being able to see her family and that made it all the better for Vanessa. Knowing that Brooke would do whatever she could just to make sure that she was okay made her happier than anything else ever could.

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16th December 2018:

Vanessa had her surprise for Brooke planned since September and she was extremely proud of herself for not ruining the surprise and telling Brooke everything immediately. She even checked with Nina and Detox to make sure that Brooke would absolutely love what she had planned for her and they agreed that, yes, she would enjoy it a lot.

Brooke used to be a ballet dancer and was good enough to be a professional but had to quit because of an injury that didn’t heal properly. Vanessa figured out quite quickly after knowing Brooke that ballet still meant a lot to her and was still one of her passions, even if she couldn’t do it the same way she used to. Brooke told her stories of how her parents used to bring her to see a ton of different ballet performances any time they left their hometown of Toronto to visit New York City because, in Brooke’s opinion, that’s where all the best ballet shows are. Brooke especially loved it during the Christmas season because that’s when her absolute favourite ballet, The Nutcracker, was performed.

And that was exactly what Vanessa had bought them tickets to go and see. Vanessa knew that Brooke would never buy the tickets for herself. Working at a law firm was such a demanding job and she knew that if Brooke had time off, she would spend it with Vanessa instead of watching a ballet performance. So that’s why Vanessa felt that it was a necessity for her to spoil her girlfriend and treat her to something she wouldn’t even dream of buying for herself.

Since it was a Sunday, neither of them had to go to work and they spent the day relaxing in their apartment not doing much. But around three o’clock, Vanessa told Brooke that she had a surprise planned and that they needed to start getting ready and putting their fanciest outfits on and to be ready for six o’clock.

Vanessa worked for a fashion company, it was her job to choose and put together outfits for the brand to then go on and sell so when she saw how put together Brooke’s personal style, it made her very happy. Vanessa took her time curling her hair and noticed that Brooke was practically busting with excitement and Vanessa was overwhelmed with joy.

They hopped in an Uber and went to Brooke’s favourite French restaurant and Vanessa felt so sneaky that Brooke believed her when she said that was the surprise. Brooke was so happy with having dinner but little did she know what was coming next.

“I love you so much, V.” Brooke said as they were sipping on their wine and eating their meal.

Vanessa smiled and felt her heart tug with joy. “I love you too, baby,” Vanessa had to stop Brooke from taking the dessert menu when the waiter offered it to them and Brooke looked so disappointed. “We have places to be, Brooke Lynn. We can order your cake next time.” Vanessa paid the bill and took Brooke’s hand. Brooke was already asking her a million questions about where they were going next and it took every fibre of Vanessa’s being to stay quiet until they finally reached their destination: the Lincoln Centre for the Performing Arts.

Brooke’s jaw dropped when she realised what building they were standing outside. “V…you didn’t.” Vanessa reached into her clutch bag and took out two tickets that said “The New York City Ballet’s production of George Balanchine’s The Nutcracker”.

“Yup, Brookie…I did.” She waved the tickets in front of Brooke’s stunned face and Brooke grabbed them from her hands in shock. Vanessa watched as her girlfriend’s face went from shocked to ecstatic in just a matter of seconds and she was so happy that Brooke had reacted just how she had wanted her to. Brooke grabbed Vanessa’s face and kissed her like her life depended on it.

“Careful, babe…we’re going to the ballet, you can’t ruin my lipstick. I gotta look all fancy.” Vanessa said, taking out the small mirror she kept in her purse and making sure her makeup wasn’t ruined. Brooke laughed at her girlfriend’s dramatics and took her hand, leading her inside. They took their seats quickly and the show started at exactly eight o’clock.

Vanessa had never been to a ballet show before so she didn’t really know what to expect. She was grateful that she was at least a tiny bit familiar with the Nutcracker as it was probably one of the most well know ballet storylines. But she didn’t watch much of the dancing. Brooke’s eyes were glued to the stage, she had a massive smile on her face throughout the entire performance her eyes were sparkling with delight. Vanessa spent most of the performance watching Brooke. Watching how happy the surprise had made her made Vanessa feel so proud that something she did had made the person she loved so happy.

—

22nd December 2018:

Brooke woke up on Saturday morning to the sound of a text notification on her phone. She felt relieved when she saw that Vanessa’s side of the bed was empty. She had gone to finish off her Christmas shopping and Brooke needed her gone to be able to collect and set up her Christmas gift before she got home. She was beyond excited to see Vanessa’s reaction to what she had got her. She just knows that Vanessa is going to love it.

At first, Brooke had been a bit disappointed that she couldn’t keep the gift hidden until Christmas Day but that would have been impossible given the circumstances. Vanessa would definitely hear the gift making noise throughout the day. Plus, all of the shelters were closed on the 25th.

Brooke quickly got dressed and braced herself for the cold weather. She walked the short walk to the shelter near their apartment and almost immediately after she arrived, a tiny kitten in a travel cage was brought out to her. Brooke fell in love with him instantly.

She brought him home and was again thankful that Vanessa was gone for the morning so that she could get all of the supplies set up for their new family member. She had somehow managed to order most of the things online and keep them hidden from Vanessa which she thought would be a lot more difficult than it actually was. Usually Vanessa could tell when Brooke was hiding something but thankfully Brooke was able to keep it together this time. She went to the closet in the guest bedroom and lifted up the blanket that she had used to hide all of the supplies. She got him a new bed, a collar, some food and a food bowl, a litter tray and probably about twenty different toys. She knew that she may have gone slightly overboard with her purchases but could guarantee that Vanessa would love all of it.

After she gathered all the supplies and brought them to the living room, she opened the door to the cage and tried to coax the kitten out. The people at the shelter said it might take a while for him to be brave enough to come out so Brooke decided to start setting up his bed and give him the space he needed. As soon as she was done setting up his new sleeping area with all of the different blankets, he slowly walked over to where Brooke Lynn was sitting on the floor.

Brooke was so happy that she had met the little cutie a few times before bringing home. Now he wouldn’t be with total strangers as he had been able to get used to Brooke, even just a tiny bit. Brooke was being very still so that she wouldn’t frighten him and he immediately cuddled into her side and began purring. Brooke didn’t think she could love an animal as much as she currently did and she had only owned him for about ten minutes.

She picked his tiny little body up and sat down on the couch with him, gently stroking his head. The kitten started to fall asleep and Brooke swore she had never felt as peaceful as she did in that moment. That all changed when she heard Vanessa using her key to open the door. She leapt up off the couch and put the kitten into his new bed and rushed to the door to greet her.

“Hi baby,” Vanessa said as she opened up the door with about ten different bags in her hands. “What have you been up to?”

Brooke Lynn could barely contain herself. “I have a surprise for you.” As soon as Brooke said that, Vanessa heard a tiny bell ring and as she turned the corner into toe living room, she saw what created that noise. It was a bell attached to a collar…on a tiny little kitten. The exact type of kitten that she had told Brooke she wanted.

The kitten was standing in the middle of the room just staring up at her and Vanessa almost died from how cute he was. She ran straight to him and held him in her arms and it was clear that it was love at first sight for the both of them. The kitten rested his head in the crook of her arm and Vanessa never wanted to move a muscle again in case she disturbed his rest.

Vanessa immediately started crying and Brooke knew that it was a happy cry. Vanessa often cried when she was overcome with love and Brooke was so happy to see it happen now. Brooke walked over to her small family and wrapped her arms around Vanessa’s waist.

“So what are you gonna name him?” Brooke whispered, not wanting to startle the cat.

“Thackery. His name is Thackery.”

They spent the rest of the evening obsessing over his every move. Vanessa’s Instagram story was about thirty minutes long full of videos of her cuddling the cat and the cat playing with Brooke and even the cat falling asleep. It was safe to say that Brooke Lynn’s Christmas gift for Vanessa was a success.

—

24th December 2018:

Christmas Eve had always been one of the most peaceful days for Brooke and Vanessa. it was their first ever Christmas that they were spending together but they both had their own family traditions that helped make the day an extra special one.

Brooke woke up to the smell of pancakes being cooked and felt her stomach growl with hunger. As she walked to the kitchen, she felt herself being eternally grateful that the companies she and Vanessa worked for were one of the nice ones that actually closed on Christmas Eve.

When she reached the kitchen, she found Vanessa already dressed, flipping multiple pancakes on the stove and adding blueberries to them. The kitchen counters were full of bags from the grocery store and when Brooke took a peek inside them, she saw nothing but baking ingredients. Brooke simply raised an eyebrow at Vanessa who immediately began to explain.

“We have to make Christmas cookies because its my family’s tradition and we have to make the chocolate Christmas cake that you love because it’s your family’s tradition. Duh.” Brooke laughed at Vanessa’s response and was flattered that Vanessa always seemed to remember the little details about her childhood that Brooke told her.

“Babe, I don’t think we’ll be able to eat all of that.” Brooke said and watched as Vanessa immediately rolled her eyes when she heard Brooke’s words.

“We will eat nothing but dessert for the next few days if we have to, this is a necessity.” Vanessa said seriously and Brooke tried her best to hold back a laugh. She decided to just agree with whatever will keep Vanessa happy and once they finished their amazing blueberry pancakes, they got to work.

They spent at least three hours baking that day and both of their creations turned out really well which filled Vanessa with delight. What they failed to notice was Thackery climbing on the counter and getting flour all over his paws and leaving the tiniest little pawprints all around the apartment. Usually, a mess like that would make both of the women angry but they couldn’t find it in themselves to be angry at Thackery. He was just too cute to be mad at.

Once they had Thackery’s mess cleaned up, Brooke made them both a cup of hot chocolate and they sat down on the couch all cozied up with their blankets.

“What movie do you wanna watch, babe?” Brooke asked, knowing that Vanessa has an extensive list of favourite Christmas movies and that they would probably end up having a marathon of all of her favourites. As Vanessa began to list the pros and cons of each movie she was considering, Brooke knew that this was the best Christmas Eve she had ever had.

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25th December 2018:

Vanessa had been lying in bed for what felt like hours. The alarm clock on her nightstand let her know that she had been awake since 6am and while that would have been an acceptable time for her to wake up at on Christmas morning as a child, she figured that Brooke wouldn’t appreciate being woken up at the crack of dawn as much as her mother used to.

As soon as the clock changed to 7am, Vanessa decided that she couldn’t possibly wait any longer and woke her girlfriend up by kissing her over and over again until her eyes began to flutter open.

“Merry Christmas, B.” Vanessa whispered as Brooke opened her eyes properly for the first time that morning. Brooke pouted her lips slightly, signalling that she wanted a kiss from her girlfriend, which Vanessa happily obliged to.

“Merry Christmas, Ness.” Brooke wrapped her arms around Vanessa and Vanessa lay her head on Brooke’s chest. For the first time that morning, she felt totally calm. But she knew that if they lay there for much longer, they would fall back asleep and Vanessa just couldn’t accept that. Not when there were gifts that they had to give.

Vanessa spoke to Brooke’s mom and found out that she always made French toast on Christmas morning so Vanessa had to carry on that tradition for Brooke. Vanessa finished her breakfast in about two minutes and spent the rest of her time telling to Brooke Lynn to eat faster so they could start exchanging gifts.

Brooke finally finished her food and they headed to the sitting room where the Christmas tree was (Brooke had managed to convince Vanessa to let her delay the process by making a quick cup of coffee so she could match Vanessa’s energy levels) and Vanessa immediately sat on the floor and got ready to give Brooke everything she had gotten her. There was one gift that she was the most excited about and she couldn’t anticipate how Brooke was going to react.

Brooke decided that she wanted to give Vanessa her gifts first which made Vanessa’s nerves grow slightly but she forgot about all of that when she was able to start opening up her gifts. Of course, Thackery was Vanessa’s main gift from Brooke and he sat watching his two moms from his bed, still not awake enough to join in on the fun.

Brooke had still made sure to get Vanessa lots of little things that she could put under the tree to keep her girlfriend excited. She got her a ton of her favourite makeup products and Vanessa was insanely happy about that. She also got her some massage vouchers for a new spa that opened up near where they lived and she got her some Italian cooking classes with a professional chef that they were gonna take together since Vanessa adored Italian food.

Vanessa was so happy with everything that Brooke had gotten her and decided that she would give Brooke her smaller presents before she gave her the big one. She got her some clothes that she had designed which made Brooke love them even more. She also got her a ton of books that she thought Brooke might be interested in and a bottle of her favourite perfume because she noticed Brooke was running low.

There was just one box left under the tree: it was a small box and Brooke guessed it must be some sort of jewellery item. She opened up the box and it was a necklace, but when she looked a bit closer, she saw that there was a ring on the necklace where a charm or diamond would usually be. She held her breath as she read what it said on the box: “I promise to be yours forever”. Brooke Lynn could feel the tears coming into her eyes and Vanessa was so happy that she didn’t react badly.

“Just to clarify, I’m not proposing to you or anything…it’s a promise ring that you can wear around your neck and one day, it’ll be your engagement ring.” Vanessa said softly, taking the necklace and moving Brooke’s long blonde hair out of the way so she can put the necklace on her. Brooke’s hands immediately went to hold the ring as soon as it was on her and she finally let the tears fall from her eyes.

“I fucking love you so much, Vanessa. I can’t wait to wear this ring one day.” Vanessa wrapped her arms around Brooke’s neck and they shared a kiss filled with so much love that Vanessa thought she might just get down on one knee and propose properly right then and there. But she contained herself. All she knew was, she had never felt so in love as she did in that moment.

[caffeine-and-tears]

John Laurens X M! S/o Pride headcanons

Character: John Laurens (Hamilton) x male reader! 

Type: Headcanons +moodboard

Triggers: Tear gas, protests, drinking, sexual innuendo, racism, homophobia

Word count: 1,117

General S/o

If you’re dating John Laurens you gotta be okay with cuddles

He the most cuddly boi ever (Please love him)

He’s definitely the type to hug you at random moments and ask for cuddles like John you’re adorable but the pancakes are burning

I feel like John is a sucker for simple domestic things. Seeing you fall asleep in his arms? Watching you make breakfast in your boxers? He will m e l t

He’s very affectionate! Random kisses are a big part of how he shows he loves you (Please tell him if you’re not okay with it the boi will understand)

If you’re the type to drown him in compliments please warn him! He might cry

Babe you know you mean the world to me? John.exe has stopped functioning

He can’t deal with it, he blushes every time

He won’t buy you a lot of stuff but he will 100% make you stuff! 

I hc John as a pretty great artist so expect a lot of drawings of you! 

If you’re the type to spoil him he will internally die every single time

Hey babe I got you that book about the American revolution you wanted! I would die for you

John loves going on adventurous dates or just general fun dates. He’s the type to go skydiving with you if you let him. Or maybe just a theme park! (If you go to Disney with the boi he will beg you to go on all the roller coasters and will try to buy all the stuffed animals I don’t make the rules)

But if you prefer more tame dates that’s fine! I mean he loves coffee shops and movie nights as much as the next guy. And to share it with the most handsome man? Who could ever say no? 

He might fall asleep if you’re doing a movie night though.

His southern drawl comes out when he’s sleepy so like, enjoy horny bastards

But like seriously early morning/ late is usually when things go down (usually you) 

(I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself) 

He’s 100% more cuddly when he’s sleeping. He will not let go! Especially if you’re warm (And if you’re the type to kick in your sleep he will still hang on)

You’ll wake up with his face nuzzled in your neck while he begs you for just 5 more minutes, please????

He is a blanket burrito kinda guy. He’s usually v cold so he uses it as an excuse to get affection. Babe, I’m freezing only kisses will warm me up 

He doesn’t sleep too late, 12 am is basically his limit and if you stay awake longer he will pout until you join him. 

C u d d l e  h i m

And don’t try to stay up late! He will force you into bed by 1 am, he’s gotten a lot of practice with getting Alex into bed he is really good.

John is a pretty deep sleeper like you’ll have to work hard to wake him up. You can try tickling, just basic shoving, and if nothing else works play All-star very loudly. (If you can get him off you that is-)

Or you can make him breakfast! 

Speaking of breakfast (Great segue) it’s the only food John really knows how to cook. He can’t make pasta but you’ll find him snacking on waffles at 8 am.

If you know how to cook then teach the boi !!! He’ll hang on to every word you say and John no you don’t have to take notes. Please don’t leave him in the kitchen alone though if he’s trying something new, not after the sprinkle incident- (*Lightning strikes dramatically in the background*)

If you don’t know how to cook its fine y’all could learn together! I mean all the google recipes didn’t turn out so well and you had to invite Laf and Herc over to teach you but still!

He does like baking though! 

Well only chocolate chip cookies

Fine only cookie dough

Oh, you thought Hamilton was extreme? Well, meet John brings-up-the genocide-of-the-natives-at-a-children’s-party Laurens!

He’s going to be so busy caring about everything going on the world except himself

Please take care of him! 

He goes to every protest and puts himself in front of anyone being harassed by cops It’s better me than them they get enough of that shit

Pack him googles or protective eyewear!!! 

He’s gotten tear-gassed so many times-

You’ve found him crying over news report after news report multiple times

Remind him that it’s okay to unplug for a bit! He will burn himself out emotionally if you don’t.

Going to pride

John isn’t the type to dress up normally but like Does this outfit have enough rainbows babe? I wanna piss off the homophobes

Pray for the homophobes who give you shit what the hell did you just call my boyfriend????

He doesn’t care he will 100% fight them 

(If you want to stop John from being charged with assault pull him into a kiss! It’s a win/win scenario the Homophobe gets even more pissed off and he gets kisses!)

Y’all visit a booth with rainbow plushies and OH MY GOD THERE’S A RAINBOW TURTLE CAN WE BUY IT PLEASE

He names the turtle after you and gets Herc to make it clothes  (Exclusively turtlenecks, John likes puns okay) 

After going to a parade John would like to tour a bunch of queer bars with you! He loves how lively they are and the sense of community! (Plus he won’t pass up booze, ever)

If you don’t drink/ don’t like bars that fine too! Y’all could cuddle while watching Love Simon he doesn’t mind! (He will cry though, every time)

Celebrating pride at home

I hc that John has a Tumblr he uses to educate himself and others about multiple issues but during pride month it’s all about LGBT issues!

You’ll find him in the living room reading an 80-page pdf and you’re like ??? Oh yeah I asked Alex for his resources on the Bathroom bill-he got excited’

He will try out some rainbow themed recipes! (Again he doesn’t know how to cook so please make sure he doesn’t poison himself!)

Will 100% tweet about how cute you are constantly (he does that usually he just is a lil extra gayer during pride month)

You will be using Youtube/Netflix party to binge-watch Thomas’s sanders and Sense8 I don’t make the rules

He loves you so much! Every day he wakes up with you in his arms is a great one!

Take care of him please

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Thank you so much for reading this! I’ll (try) to post something every day of pride month! (Complete with a moodboard). Okay but seriously I know we’re all happy because it’s pride but black people are still being murdered. I’ve reblogged several ways you can help including ways you can help if you can’t donate on my other blog @fight-me-i-dare-you-bro. 

Stay safe everyone

[propertyofwicked]

Could you do an a-z of dating Tom Blake pls??

ty for the request, i hope this is ok x :)

a-z of dating tom blake

obviously, we’re going to pretend THAT scene doesn’t happen and he just ends up with a tiny surgery nd some stitches :)

warnings: slight sexual references but only like twice lol

a - argue

tom is STUBBORN. that boy will be so wrong yet will be adamant he is correct till physically proven otherwise. this was usually the start of arguments. you too are stubborn, but not to the extent of tom. any argument results in tom going for a walk around the town, to let out all of his pent up anger as he couldn’t bare to shout at you for something so petty. you’d sit in the living room silently, waiting for him to return, which gave you time to think about what to say. once he did come back, he’d sit on the sofa next to you, and take your hands in his, and you’d talk through the problem rationally. since the war, he would get angrier much quicker, the smallest things being able to send him over the edge, so he’d take the time to apologise, as would you, and he’d show you how much he loves you ;)

b - body (his favourite body part of yours)

thomas blake is an ass man. any time he can have his hands on your lower back, resting on your arse - he would. he loves to walk behind you, just to show his appreciation for your curves and whenever he’d stand next to you, his hand would be on your arse squeezing it playfully when nobody is looking. 

c - care (caring for each other when you’re sick)

tom likes to pretend he is tough and no illness can beat him, and because of this, he will work himself to the bone instead of resting. he’d wake up in the morning, his voice deeper than ever as a cough tickled his throat. as much as he tries to hide it, the moment you notice, he’s back in bed with a cup of tea on the bedside table. when you’re ill, however, tom takes the day off work and just lays in bed with you day, not caring if he got ill as well - as long as you were content. 

d - dates (what do you guys do?)

you and tom would have really basic dates, enjoying each other more than an expensive meal. often, in the summer months, you’d walk down to the river and have a picnic, or sometimes you’d lay down in his mother’s orchid, watching the petals fall around you. it doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you’re together. 

e - engagements (how he proposed) 

it would be just dropped into a conversation, nothing fancy and very unprepared in true thomas fashion. like you could just be laying in bed, or cooking dinner and he’d look at you and go “hey, should we get married” and very casually you’d just reply “yeah sure” before realising he was serious and falling into his arms to give him the biggest hug you could. it just so happened he had his grandmother’s ring in his possession so he just used that.

f - friends and family (do they like you/him?)

his family ADORE you. his brother likes you, as you were raised intelligent and could have a good conversation with him - you were also a prime babysitter for him and his wife. his mum loves to finally have a girl tom’s age around, as she had spent 30 years being in an all-male household other than herself. your dad was wary around him towards the start of your relationship, but he soon welcomed him into the family after tom had helped him fix a bookcase. your mum was glad to finally see you happy, glad you’d managed to be comfortably settled down from a young age. since you lived a while away from each other's families, your friends from home never really knew your partner.

g - gifts

you guys are not terribly poor but you’re also not the richest, so surprise presents were fairly rare. whenever tom went home to visit his family, he’d return with a cake baked specially from his mother. sometimes he’d return from work, hiding something behind his back, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face and after asking him what he was hiding, he’d produce flowers that he got on the cheap from the market on his way home. 

h - how you met

you worked as a nurse in the war, so when tom was carried in, blood pouring from his abdomen, it was your job to take care of him. something in you nagged at you to accompany him the furthest you could, which is how you ended up in a base hospital tending to this soldier. over the months he was in your care, you got to know each other well, and promised to keep in contact when you returned home. 

i - intimacy (how often are yall getting down)

thomas blake has the stamina of a KING. he is ready to go to town every night and every morning for as long as you can manage - and the look he gave you before was enough to give in almost every night. 

j - jealousy

tom gets jealous of the relationship between you and his brother. he felt as if he had also been in his shadow, the younger, less handsome brother. it was obvious when he got like this because he’d go quiet, unlike his usual joking self. you didn’t tend to get overly jealous, as you could tell tom was whipped for you and barely batted an eye at anyone else. 

k - kinks

tom has a lowkey breeding kink i reckon, not like 40 kids kinda kink, but he loves the idea of getting you pregnant and seeing you carry his children and raise them. having grown up in a loving family, he wants nothing more than to have one for himself. 

l - long distance

whilst you were both away at war, you tended to be in various areas of france. the only contact you had was letters, where he’d tell you about his day or some funny story he witnessed or overheard. you told him of the wounds you saw, as it was the only way you could really pass them through your mind so they didn’t haunt you forever. it was the best part of the week, receiving letters from tom and he felt the exact same when the post came by and a letter with his name in your handwriting was handed to him. 

m - moving in

you moved in together at the end of the war, in your correspondence, when the days got long and boring, the only thing you could talk about was the future - where you’d live, how the living room would be arranged. it was more optimistic that truthful but when the war ended and you met again, you both knew it was something you had to do. tom was so glad he could live with someone who had witnessed the same pain and distraught he had and you were so glad that you both had each other in the hard nights. 

n - nights out 

you’re not much of a party go-er yourself, much rather preferring to listen to the music on the record player. sometimes, you and tom would go out dancing with scho and his wife but it was fairly rare. 

o - open with each other

the mutual experiences of the war allowed you two to be so open with each other. if there was anything on your mind, something you couldn’t get off your chest, you knew that you could tell tom and even if he couldn’t get rid of it, he’d make it so much better. tom often had nightmares of the day he got injured and every time he woke up in fits of sweats, you would be there to listen to him and tell him how everything was going to be better. 

p - pda

you two aren’t over the top in public but often are reminded with a sly cough from will that you were in fact, in full view of everyone. tom can’t keep his hands of you most of the time, grabbing your arse at any possible chance he got. you prefer to be more cute with your affection, taking his hand when walking down the street or pecking his cheek randomly. 

q - questions (what you talk about late at night?)

as mentioned before, you guys normally talk about the war. it makes it so much easier to cope with the horrors that loom over you like a shadow. sharing the experience allowed you both to cope with your own thoughts a lot better.

r - reproduction (do you want kids?)

Y E S. tom wants a house full of miniature versions of him, and it is something he discusses with you often. you want whatever tom wants pretty much, and having a product of the love you shared was a dream of yours. 

s - surprising (what surprised you about him)

he’s very affectionate when he’s sad. rather than bottling up, tom knows how to talk about his problems really openly with you and he’s not afraid to show emotion. 

t - together (what you do together)

towards the start of your relationship, after the war, you two would go on cute dates in the forest or on the river bank almost weekly, but you now you guys prefer to stay home and make use of that bedroom ;)

u - under the influence (drunk vibes)

tom is even funnier when he’s drunk. he comes home from a night out with will and some other friends and just sits, staring at you. every 5 minutes or so he’d mumble something along the lines of “you’re gorgeous - do you have a boyfriend?”. it was cute to start with but by t eh fifth time, you're laying him down on the bed and trying to lul him to sleep.

v - vacations

tom likes to go to cornwall with you. it’s where he frequently went on holidays as a child, and he loves to take you to the places he visited in his youth. 

w - wedding

you guys have a small wedding, just in the church near your house. you couldn’t afford a massive wedding and you didn’t really want one. so you held the ceremony with your families and your closest friends and chose to spend the reception at your house, listening to music on the record player and having a roast dinner. 

x - xray (when he’s hurt)

obviously, you had cared from him in the war, but sometimes the scar on his stomach would cause him pain if he moved it in the wrong way. there wasn’t much you could do, but you would lay with him and comfort him, or bring him medicine with his food. 

y - you (a random headcanon) 

“tom have you seen my glasses anywhere?” you called out to the house, hoping and an extra set of eyes could help.

“no, sorry! where did you last see them?” he called back.

“i can’t remember. they were here one moment then the next they weren’t” you trailed off as tom made his way into the kitchen. he took one glance at you, then burst into laughter, leaving you standing there in confusion.

“what? what are you laughing at?”

“baby, have you checked the top of your head?”

“oh my god!” you said, realising they had been there the whole time, your face going a new shade of red in embarrassment.

“awh bless, you really do need glasses,” tom smiled coming over to you, taking you in his arms.  his lips pressed to your head in a quick peck before he walked back to where he had been sat before. 

z - zzzzzzzzzzzz’s (sleeping routine)

you’re usually in bed first, choosing to read a book before packing in for the night. tom would stay downstairs longer, reading the paper or going for a shower. but when he did come upstairs, he’d just stand in the door frame and gaze upon you, like he had never seen something so angelic. once he got into bed, you’d mark the page and close the book, leaning into his side and his arm moving to wrap around you. 

[a-singing-carebear]

Thank You Critical Role - My D&D story

“The adventure begins, they were always beside you. Your nerdy best friends and the DM to guide you”. Critical role, what more can I say?

I started playing dungeons and dragons when I was around 4\5th grade, playing with a group as an afternoon group\class. 4E, and I don't remember much besides my halfling ranger and a lot of glances and readthrough of my still existing Player's Handbook. (Well the first half of the book, the miniatures section didn’t really speak to me) Finding out my father was a DM when he was younger, and I even went to some events. I can't at all recall why I stopped, but the happiness and creativity wonder I felt still lingered in my mind. 

I had the love for fantasy, I had things like LOTR, “hey! it’s just like D&D”, and a lot of creativity and storytelling crafting.

After that, I kinda moved on I guess, felt lonely, and like geekness and role-playing was a bad and childish thing (though it made me feel so spectacular). The closest I got was some lively Avatar OC with some new friends.

Fast forward to 2015, The episode “Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons” from gravity falls. All those feelings rose again and I remembered how much I loved playing.

(also enjoy role-playing and with LARP being mentioned there too, when I went to some Cons I had a blast with the foam swords there).

I took out the 4e Player's Handbook, made with my brother (who got in and out of d&d by that time) a carved foam platform and a cubes map - thus started a made-up game by the name of "D&F" (Dungeons & Fandoms), using his found old dices and it's a 1 on 1 encounter magic arena with no distinct roles. What started as "let's make Ability Scores to characters from shows" became a random "I cast a tree of pancakes on you! -no, I burned it with fire-bending you’re dead". A game that also slowly died as we grew up and apart (“I mean, they used to be best friends, but then they got all stupid. Can you promise me you won't get stupid?”)

(FOUND IT!!!) A mild discovery of the ingenious song “Never Split The Party”, an actual d&d song I discovered after watching Semblance of Sanity and figuring out that their ditty “don’t you know you never split the party” is an actual song their singing.

[This video is just a d&d podcast they had, but kinda sums up everything I feel about why I enjoy D&D!]

Then another tiny spark 3 years later when the Voltron episode “Monsters & Mana” came out (BTW, a great d&d parody episode). Which mostly came to an end after a glance in the book and dices and helping a friend with ideas to craft his own RPG game.

We arrive at the date when everything changed (well, almost), December 7th, 2018. The day I discovered the “Mighty Nein Animated Intro - Your Turn To Roll” and my life were never the same.

Stumbled upon it by complete accident. I was at a loss for words, I heard the name “Critical Role” thrown about many times on tumbler’s trending list and saw pictures and art of mostly Jester. I didn't even know what is it - a tv show? a game? well, it looks like D&D. The song was incredible and brought me back, I started writing a full-fleshed out character - a human ranger taught by an elf, but the idea was quickly shifted to another fantasy story by me (it’s heard sticking to it when you know it’s just backstory and character info and you will not play and you have no one). But I continue watching this video on repeat (haha not even knowing what it actually is), scouting tumbler for info and watching some random animatics, learning it's probably a podcast d&d\rpg or something. It could have been amazing as a tv show (XD)… and then another video got released, same incredible essence of d&d song but different animation, and different characters That was my first introduction to Vox Machina.

I had to check this out. Tried to get into the fandom but got lost, even though the interest was there. Stepping upon the awesome cosplay OP and even found out about a hamilton album parody - and my musical loving self was ecstatic.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIDuJAvTTRc&list=PL39vwIwCtLi3l4J6IMV6rS2HaLCujNzRT -  Vox Machina: An Exandrian Musical)

Found the full podcast list of champion 1 and started this May. But it was hard following just by voice, and I wanted to see what was happening, every episode was 3-4 hours long, with me in my military base it was impossible. (also I thought to myself “it looks cool, but what so investing and amazing about watching some people play D&D - boy I was wrong).

Then my unexpected savior arrived, miss Corona the pandemic.

I suddenly had a lot of time on my hands and the Critical Role vids got suggested again on YouTube, yes indeed, I discovered there are actually filmed episodes. Towards the end of May, I started the journey and the flame reignited. I started talking to a good friend of mine about his interest in d&d and we started crafting characters - I resurrected my charter into a half-elven ranger with a full backstory. Down the road, I asked another two friends of mine about their interest in d&d (because maybe I can join together an actual party), one of them said, and I’m quoting “no I don’t have experience playing…but I swear I wanted to talk to you about D&D”. Unfortunately, the two friends groups didn’t mix but we made an improved first session with me as the fucking DM, simply magical. Later that week I started a 1on1 campaign with the other friend, with him as the DM and a marvelous start of an adventure (and helping him learn the rules as an ADM, with the past faded expirations I had).

All while fangirly, hyperfixation way continuing with the journey of Vox Machina, it’s amazing because as opposed to other shows I can also completely see the fandom growing along with the show and cast (i just hope I can catch up to the Mighty Nein before the inevitable 3rd campaign, 198 episodes to go - happy 100th ep!). It’s also difficult to get into the Critters fandom right now because most of the community is focused and recognized by Mighty Nein. Also burning up creativity slots and making more various characters then I could ever use - I’m enjoying myself so muchhh. Diving headfirst into this beautiful crazy of the mess that is D&D.

Nothing’s never too late and it’s ok if you have hiatus. It doesn’t make you any less worthy and I don’t need to feel bad about this journey of that a bunch of nerdy-ass voice actors sit around and play Dungeons & Dragons got me back to loving, playing and caring about the world of d&d, it’s part of the intent. As a fantasy lover (spells, costumes, items, structures, creatures, you name it), aspiring creative writer and an untalented lover of acting theatrical and role-playing, along with the incredible mechanism of RPG and the vast community, the amazing time with friends, its the game for me, it always had been. So thank you Critical Role for igniting that flame once again - even if I will lose it again I will always have you guys. “Can you answer the call? Dig in deep in your soul. As the legend unfolds, now it's your turn to roll!”

(sorry for the lengthy length, it was meant to be much shorter)

[mothers-little-pistols]

Incorrect Quote Dump (1/?)

Warning, this post is so fucking long.

Thrill, writing in his diary: February twenty-eighth, 2020. Today I watched a crewmate fall and eat shit.

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Widow: GO TO BED! Kit: NO! Widow: JUST GO TO BED! IT'S TWO AM AND YOU CAN'T BE AWAKE THIS LATE IN THE ZONES! Kit: WATCH ME!

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Ghoul: So you all fucked up pretty badly. Good luck finding new tires for this thing. Kit: *scoff* I think the ones we have are fine for at least another fourty miles. Ghoul: *pointing to the blown-out tires that have all but shredded off the rims* You fucking fubar'd the tires on this and you think it can go for another fourty miles!? Toxin: *cackles* Kit: You both shut up.

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Jet: Wait a minute. Jet: Share...skill... Jet: *inhales* AA-

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Poison: So what exactly do you and your little band of assholes do? Kit: *looking at the chaos that is the Pistols* Tss...ooh...hard question...auh...?

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*after they find the Zone Four motel* Kit: *enjoying a cold shower for the first time in a while* Poison: *opens the door and walks in* Kit: Who the fuck's there? Poison: It's me, I have to piss. Kit: Ok, you do that. Try anything and I'll shoot you though. Poison: Whatever. *silence* Kit: Flush that toilet and I'll shoot you. *silence* *toilet flushes* Kit: *is sprayed with boiling hot water* POISON-

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Thrill: I am your God now! Bring me your virgins! Ghoul: What virgins? We're all sluts here. Jet: Who's 'we'? Ghoul: *points at Poison* Poison: Hey!

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Kobra: So what are we doing out here exactly? Poison: Kit wanted us to find something called the... Poison: *takes off glove and looks at smudged writing on hand* Poison: ‘ Hellements of Armony’.

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Toxin: *scurrying through The Zones* Squeedly-dee, stay out of the desert!

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Widow: So, ok, I go over to Poison's room. Here I was expecting their PC to have burned down because of all the decomposing moth carcasses in their CPU fan. But no. I was not that lucky.

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Kit: *drunk and draping herself into Kobra's arms* Oh doctor! What's the diagnosis? Kobra: *sighing and playing along* You're horny for Poison... Kit: Oh my! Horny for Poison, you say? Well, do you have a cure? Kobra: *dropping her and walking away* Yeah, leaving me the fuck out of this.

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Poison: *obviously drunk* BATTERY CITY! CAN SUCK! MY! D- Kobra: *slaps his hand over their mouth* And that's enough tequila for you. Poison: *muffled* LET ME SPEAK!

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Widow: Thots on Val Velocity? Poison: So Val has thots now. Kit: Crawling all over him like weevils. Jet: I think they're the Ultra Vs, actually.

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Widow: Why don't you listen to Cherri Cola's Poetry Corner and maybe you'll calm down.

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Poison: *is fucking dead* Thrill: Thrill: Wake up, piss boy.

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Toxin: Are you fucking stupid? Kit: How long have you been friends with me? Toxin: Three years? Kit: Am I stupid, Tox? Toxin: Maybe a little bit. Kit: It's ok, you can call me an idiot. Toxin: Yeah, you're a fucking dumbass.

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Widow: *after settling an argument* Court dismissed, bring in the dancing lobsters.

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Poison: Hold on. Poison: *leaves the motel and stands outside* Poison: *SCREAMS* Kit: Kit: I'm fucking that.

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Poison: FOR THE LAST TIME! Poison: STOP CALLING ME 'PISS JACKET'! Ghoul: IT SMELLS LIKE PISS! Poison: IT'S COLOGNE! Jet: Are you sure though? Poison: Ghoul: Jet: Poison: Fuck yourself.

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Kobra: Hey, Poison, check this out. Poison: *fiddling with their raygun* Hang on, I'm busy. Kobra: Hey, look at me. Poison: Give me a second. Kobra: I'm more important, give me attention. Poison: I said give me a God damn second. Kobra: I'm getting very upset. Poison: I don't give a fuck how upset you are. I said give me a second. Poison: *puts their raygun down* Hello, what is it? Kobra: *points to his helmet upside down on top of his head* I can balance a helmet on my head.

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Poison: *standing in Kit's doorway* I'm sad, can I lay on your floor for a sec?

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Jet: *standing outside* Don't you come in this room, Korse, I will dust your ass.

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Thrill: Party Piss Jacket Peepee Pants Penishead Poison, will you please come here? Poison: *>:(*

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Widow: Can I ask you something? Kit: What's good? Widow: Why are you such a whore? Kit: Drive sidestreet and get dusted.

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Kit: *yelling into the other room* Jet! Jet Star! Jet: *doesn't respond*  Kit: Destroya damnit. Thrill: JETTY! Jet: *looks up* What? Kit: You wanna get food? Jet: Huh? Kit: Do you wanna obtain edible substances? Jet: What? Thrill: YOU WANT FOOD!? Jet: Oh, yeah, I do! Kit: Then come outside, there's an angel cake in the next Zone over! Jet: Make me. Thrill: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET FOOD! Jet: Alright.

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Thrill: *flipping Kit off with both hands* Kit: Thanks, Thrill! *:D* Thrill: Fuck you! *:D*

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Ghoul: They broke it, they blew up the school, they own a trenchcoat, they have a gun- Poison: This started about Diamond accidentally stepping on my headphones.

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Kobra: I overheard Poison yelling at Toxin about banana bread and something about 'I've made a shitload of banana bread, don't you dare put that much sugar in it, it'll be grainy as shit-' Thrill: I think we should regulate humans...with guns...

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Toxin: Skibidefuck!

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Kobra: *takes off his helmet* Toxin: He looks like a baby. He looks like a literal infant. I wanna caress his cheek and put him in a crib and sing him lullabies. FF and MLP: Toxin, what the f u c k?

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Kobra: No one here is gonna make fun of you. Except he might. Ghoul: Yeah, I might.

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Pony: *tries to create a sense of calm by lighting incense only to discover that the sticks were sparklers* Widow: That's painfully on-brand, actually.

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The Girl: *whispering into walkie talkie* Poison, the Pistols are drinking beer, I need you to come pick me up-

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Ghoul: Hey Poison, do you think I can get this egg into that jar without it cracking? Poison: No. Ghoul: *throws it at Kobra* Guess you were right.

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Toxin: Dude, I thought you could do a kickflip. Ghoul: I can! I can! I did one this morning!

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Val: Hey Vaya, do you have any gum? Vaya: *spits their gum out at him* Val: *blinks* Ok then- Vamos, do you have any gum? Vamos: *spits their gum out at him*

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Kit: *walking into Ghoul's room* Hey Toxin, Ghoul- Oh, you guys are doing dress rehearsal. Shiny. Auh, I'm gonna go to Tommy Chow Mein's shop real quick, you guys need anything? Hair dye, Power Pup?

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Widow: *holding up a jack-o-lantern* I made a goblin, what'd you guys make? Toxin: *holding her pumpkin turned into a bong* I made a kick-ass bong. Widow: ...creative! Diamond: *cutting a hole in theirs* I'm gonna fuck this pumpkin.

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Ghoul: *looking through a telescope* I love this Zone! Widow and Kit: *play wrestling in the dirt* Poison: Lemme see- *looks through telescope in the other direction* Kobra and Toxin: *fucking on the hood of the M240* Poison: Gorgeous.

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Diamond: *has been staring at the same ray gun for the past thirty minutes* Tommy Chow Mein: Buy something or fuck off.

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Val: Hey guys. Good alternative recycling; when you're done with a glass bottle, eat it. Fucking eat the bottle.

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Kobra: *reading sign outside the shower* No shoes, no shirt, no pants, no socks, no underwear. Kobra: Ok, I think I'm good. *gets in*

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Widow: Look at the buns on that guy. Jet: *laying on the ground covered in burger buns* Korse: This is the comedy police, the joke's too funny! Widow: *holding her ray gun* I'M NOT GOING BACK TO THE ICEBOX-

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Jet: *while he's in tears* It's a mental break down... Jet: *plays kazoo to the tune of Final Countdown*

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Dr. Death Defying: What'cha doing on the roof, Tommy? Tommy Chow Mein: *on the roof of his shop* I lost a frisbee. Dr. Death Defying: Are you smoking battery acid up there? Tommy Chow Mein: ...yeah.

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Pony: Keep drinking, Val, don't be boring! God! Pony: *to Diamond* I want him to fucking pass out so someone finally notices me.

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Poison: *wearing the Mousekat head while they’re standing in the empty hotel pool* Thrill: What the fuck? There's a furry in the pool. Poison: *raises their ray gun* Thrill: AA-

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Ghoul: *sliding into the trans-AM* What's up, pussy? Poison: How do you know what I ate yesterday? Ghoul: Poison: Ghoul: Yeah, you right. Poison: *starts the car* Mhm.

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Poison: *driving* Diamond: *in the backseat* POISON! Poison: Yep-? Yeah-?? Diamond: *pointing out the back window* LOOK! *there's a car full of Draculoids on their tail* Poison: OH! OH FUCK! floors it NO, NO, NO, NO! NO-

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Val: *lays on the floor* Ooh, I'm exhausted. Thrill: Yeah, you're really sweaty. Val: You should've seen the other guy- Girl- Your mom- What? Thrill: What? Val: What?

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Dr. Death Defying: *coming in at three AM over the radio* Stop it. Get some help.

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Jet: I'm gonna tell you what I don't do. I don't know shit, I don't get stuff, and I don't understand things.

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Thrill: So you'll do it? Kit: Yeah, man, I'll dust him. Thrill: For how much? Kit: How about thirty? Thrill: Thirty thousand carbons? Kit: *spits out drink*

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Widow: Can you sing the song? Dr. Death Defying: *singing* Shut the fuck and go to sleep- Widow: Thanks *:>*

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Toxin: *wielding a water gun* Put the carbons in the bag, right now- Tommy Chow Mein: That's a water gun. Toxin: *throws it at him* Tommy Chow Mein: Ow! Fine, asshole, just take it-

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Val: *walking out of the V's hideout* Last one out is a stupid idiot! The V's: *have been standing outside for the past hour*

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*before they got with the Pistols* Tommy Chow Mein: *over the loudspeaker* Would the owner of the lime green Honda please come to the front desk. Diamond: *walking over* Are my lights on? Tommy Chow Mein: No, I just wanted to see what you looked like. Your car's fucking ugly.

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Poison: You ready for the best night ever? Widow: You mean sleepy time tea and a good night's sleep? Poison: ...we're going to a Mad Gear concert. Widow: ...I already made the tea.

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Dr. Death Defying: *over the loudspeaker* Attention shoppers, our store closes in ten fucking minutes. Get your shit and let's fucking go. Tommy Chow Mein: *distantly* Hey, you don't fucking work here-

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Diamond: Pony is so annoying. Pony: *outside the window of their room* I heard you were talking shit about me- Diamond: WE ARE ON THE THIRD FLOOR-

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Toxin: 'Tommy Chow Mein' is short for 'Thomas Chowder Mainstreet'. Tommy Chow Mein: Get the fuck out.

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Diamond: *a sand pup* What up? I'm Diamond, I'm nineteen, and I never fuckin' learned how to read.

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Ghoul: *looms over Diamond* Diamond: *looks up from writing in a notebook* Ghoul: Diamond: Ghoul: Diamond: Diamond: I'm writing porn, what the fuck do you want? Ghoul: *loses it and fucks off*

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*at dinner* Jet: Short-ass. Poison: Cuck. Jet: Fuck you. Poison: No, fuck you. Jet: Eat shit and live. Poison: You look like you bite deodorant sticks. Jet: *holds up bowl* I will cut your hair to look like this. Poison: GHOUL, HE THREATENED ME-

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Val: *wild cackling* I GOT ANOTHER HEADSHOT! *cackling continues*

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Toxin: Oh Destroya. You don't think- Ghoul: By the way it's looking, Tox, I'd say Val's a dirty... Toxin: Oh Destroya- Ghoul: Collectivizing... Toxin: No- Ghoul: Gemini. Toxin: GEMINI! GEMINI! Ghoul: Yeah, go get him, Toxin! Toxin: REEEE- *runs in Val's direction* *screaming*

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Toxin: *holding her pet possum* Yeah, and spray him down with that shit in the bottle there. Kobra: *reading the label* For fleas and ticks, huh? Ghoul: *starts laughing in the distance* I'm sorry, for a sec I thought you said 'fleas and piss'! *laughter continues*  Thrill: We could get some of that for Poison then! *laughs* Toxin: *quietly* Party 'Piss Jacket' Poison.

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Diamond: *walking down to the kitchen* Fuck it, I'm hungry enough that I'll eat the stale cereal. Jet: It's five AM, also that cereal is beyond fucking stale. Diamond: *disappearing into the kitchen* I'll probably hate myself afterwards but, eh, am hungy.

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Widow: Kit, I think your dress rehearsal partner is gonna slap me. Kit: ...I'm sorry? I can't really stop 'em. Poison: *raises hand* Widow: AA-

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Kobra: It's almost six in the morning. What the fuck? Jet: Hi, almost six in the morning. I'm dead. Kobra: *-_-* Kobra: *0_0*

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*in the Nest* Val: *sits down with a can of Power Pup* Toxin: You happy? Val: Mhm. Toxin: Good. Your happiness distracts from the fact that I poisoned that Power Pup. Val: Good. I don't like my foods unpoisoned.

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Vaya: *eating a piece of bread* This bread is, like, on the precipice of being stale. Vamos: That sucks. Vaya: Yeah. Vamos: I wouldn't be too happy. Vaya: Yeah, it's the worst snack I've had the misfortune of eating. Vamos: Then stop? Vaya: No, I hate myself and therefore I'm gonna finish it. Also Val would kick my ass if I wasted food. Val: *from the next room* I would! Vaya: See? Vamos: Fine, finish your fuckin' bread.

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Thrill: You- You've been- Been- You've been- You've been hit with a distraction spell. Thrill: *punches Val in the thigh* Val: OW, YOU FUCKER- Thrill: *gets up and runs*

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Val: *opens pack of fruit snacks with teeth* Poison: *intense stare* Val: ...what? Poison: *points at fruit snacks* Val: No. Mine. Poison: I will fucking dismember you, give them to me.

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Ghoul: I don't see how you can sleep with that fucking blanket. I tried to once and it was so fucking hot. It also weighs more than me, probably. Poison: *curled up in a blanket* It's not my fault you're cold-blooded. Ghoul: *hisses* Jet: What'd you say about the cold-blooded? Poison: I was talking about Ghoul. Jet: Ah. Ghoul: Yeah, Jetty, you're friends with a reptilian. Kobra: *quietly* You're not Leafy. *the other three lose it*

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Poison: *slaps Kit's ass* Night! Poison: *goes to their room*

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Kobra: *walking up to his room* Widow: Why is it that whenever he walks on stairs, it sounds like the stairs are trying to eat him? Kobra: *turns around and squints*

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Diamond: Eugh, this off-brand ramen tastes like ass. Widow: Yeah, it really does. Diamond: If it's not Better Living brand, it's not ramen. Widow: That's what I told Thrill. Of course, I was ignored. Kit: Thrill has small pea brain.

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Val: Fight me. Ghoul: No. Val: Fight me. Ghoul: Diamond already tried to fight me in the kitchen, I don't wanna fight anybody else. Val: Beat my ass. Ghoul: I cannot. Val: Why? Ghoul: Ghoul: I'm small.

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Toxin: Hey, I said Kobra was cute, I didn't say he was smart. Kit: That...applies to me... Kit: Why does that apply to me??

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Toxin: *licks Kobra's cheek* Diamond: Don't lick that, you don't know where it's been! Kobra: *>:(*

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Poison: I'm too sober to be having this conversation! Toxin: No, we're having this conversation! What the fuck do you mean!?

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Val: I suck? I suck?? You died! You died! You just died and you’re saying I suck???

[cherryrogers]

Falling For You.

— Chapter 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

(Modern High School AU)

Warnings: Bucky’s a lil drunk, emotionally abusive parenting, swearing.

Synopsis: Unlike most teenagers, you had your life completely mapped out. You’d graduate high school, go off to the university of your dreams, and live the life that your parents always wanted you to. That was always the plan.

Falling for Bucky Barnes, however, was never part of the plan.

Being ‘just friends’ isn’t enough. Becoming anything more is too much. But suppressed feelings can’t stay ignored forever, and you were about to learn that a lot sooner than you thought.

Inspired by the song ‘Fallingforyou’ - The 1975

A/N: shiz lowkey goes down in this part,,, but there’s still a nice dose of fluff to smooth things over :) i’m v excited for the next chapter though! as always, please enjoy and feedback is appreciated!! x

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Walking in the pouring rain during the dark hours of night wasn’t what you had planned for your Friday night. Yet, there you were - doing just that.

You’d never been a party person. Sure, you’d been dragged to a couple through your time at high school, but a quiet night in with an abundance of sweet snacks and some random Netflix film playing on your television sounded a lot more appealing to you than being stuck in a crowded house that stank of alcohol.

That’s why when Wanda asked if you were going to show your face at Thor’s on the morning before the party, you politely declined.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go?” The girl sighed, her expression looking quite defeated through the screen of your phone, which was resting against a pillow in front of you on your bed. “Even just for an hour?”

You smiled empathetically at her, putting the pen in your hand down on the large notebook sitting in front of your legs. The whole morning had been spent highlighting your notes and making new notes of anything you didn’t yet fully understand. With your mom coming on Sunday, you needed to get as much done as possible, and considering the whole house had yet to be cleaned and presented just how she’d like it, parties weren’t really a priority at that moment.

“I’m too busy, Wanda. I’ll come to the next one, I promise. Look after Bucky for me, will you?”

Your best friend had a tendency to claim he wasn’t going to drink at parties, and ultimately ended up passed out on a random couch by the end of the night. Usually, you’d be there to try and sober him up before he got home so that his mother didn’t scold him, and you weren’t sure if you could trust Steve or Sam to stay sober for the night to take care of Bucky instead.

“I’ll tell him to call you when he gets home.” She reassured you, providing you with a sense of relief.

However, the relief wasn’t so long-lived. Day had soon turned into night, and by the look of the amount of people documenting their drunk friends dancing and doing an unhealthy amount of shots on Snapchat, it was safe to assume that the party had started.

And when you began to receive a phone call from Bucky at around twelve at night, you were hoping that meant he was safely back at home.

That wasn’t the case, though.

Wanda’s voice sounded through the speaker, confusing you slightly. “Hey, I know it’s late, but is there any chance that you could come to Thor’s and pick Bucky up?”

“Is he alright?” You asked.

“He’s... well, drunk as fuck, but it’s nothing a good nights sleep and some water can’t fix.” The girl chuckled. “A bunch of people are just sleeping here for the night, and I was gonna let Bucky do the same, but then I saw a bunch of messages from his mom on his phone that he’d dropped on the floor and not bothered to pick up. She seemed pretty worried, and I think it’s best that she knows he’s in good hands for the night. Your hands being the good hands, I mean.”

While you weren’t particularly looking forward to trailing up to a party when you should be tucked up in bed, you were glad Wanda called you and asked for you to get Bucky out of there. At least you knew he’d be safe for the night if you took him back to yours - his house would be way too much of a trek for you, considering you didn’t have a car. You’d been to Thor’s before - his house was only a ten minute walk from yours.

“I’ll be there in ten.” You responded, before tugging on a pair of sneakers and a hoodie with the jacket Bucky gave you over it.

Dealing with a drunk Bucky Barnes would surely liven up the night.

And well, it did.

As soon as you stepped through the front door of Thor’s house and got a nose full of sweat and strong spirits, you didn’t even have time to scrunch up your nose at the scents when someone wrapped their arms around your shoulders, leaning almost all of their weight onto you.

“I thought you weren’t coming, (Y/N)!” The person slurred, and you instantly recognised who had you in an incredibly tight hug.

“I’m not staying for long.” You said against his chest. “Buck, I kinda can’t breathe here.”

Slowly, Bucky unwrapped his arms from around you and placed them on your shoulders, smiling lazily at you. “Sorry, I was just excited to s-see you. C’mon, I’ll get us a drink.”

He tried to tug you into the kitchen, but you stayed put. “If you have any more to drink, you’ll throw up, Bucky. I’m taking you back to mine for the night.”

“Oh.” The boy giggled, wiggling his brows. “How exciting.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, James.” You rolled your eyes, motioning for him to follow you back out of the front door. However, from the way he was stumbling haphazardly towards you, you decided that he might need some support on the way home.

You cringed when his hip collided with the doorframe as he took another step forward, a quiet groan escaping his lips. You wrapped your right arm around his waist and hoisted his arm around your shoulder, allowing him to lean on you. It wasn’t an ideal position to be in, but if it got Bucky back to your place without any more injuries, you guessed that you could deal with it.

A sigh fell from your lips as you stepped out into the heavy rain once again, and Bucky let out another groan. “Man, I d-don’t even have a jacket.”

Quickly, you shrugged off the leather jacket you were wearing and handed it to the boy. It didn’t have a hood, but it’d still keep him a little warmer in the bitter weather. “Here, it’s yours anyway.”

It took a bit of struggling, but Bucky finally pulled on the jacket and returned to your side, slinging his arm back around your shoulders. “Thank you, sweets.”

“It’s alright, Buck.” You replied, hearing the pattering of the rain getting louder and feeling it pelt your body like small bullets. “Let’s hurry up and get outta the rain, okay?”

By the time the both of you fell through your front door, your shoulders had began to ache, the two of you were utterly drenched, and Bucky was struggling to keep his eyes open. As soon as the warmth from inside your house hit his shivering form, the urge to sleep had suddenly overwhelmed him, and he certainly wasn’t hiding that.

While you quickly sent a text to his mom informing her that Bucky was safe, the boy had slid his back down the wall of your hallway before tipping his head back against it, shutting his eyes completely. “M’going to sleep.”

You sighed, putting his phone down and sending a final text to Wanda from your phone letting her know the same thing. Your phone slipped back into your pocket and you crouched down to Bucky’s level. “You can’t sleep here, Bucky. Don’t you wanna lay on something more comfortable? Maybe have a glass of water first?”

“Just w-wanna sleep.” He shook his head, keeping his eyes closed.

“Your clothes are still soaked.” You gestured towards his damp jeans and jacket. “At least come and get changed, and if you really want to, you can come back down here and sleep on the floor, alright?”

You only said that because you knew he wouldn’t want to actually sleep on the floor for the night - the guy was just being lazy.

With a hesitant nod, Bucky grabbed the hand you’d outstretched to him and pulled himself up, immediately putting his other hand on the bannister of the stairs to keep himself upright. You slowly but surely led him up to your bedroom, biting back a smile as you watched Bucky throw himself on top of your bed sheets and nuzzle his face into your pillows.

If he wasn’t so wasted, you would’ve threatened to drag him by the ankles off your bed if he didn’t get up himself, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt for that night.

After opening the doors of your closet, you skimmed the array of hoodies that were hung up on the right side of the space; most of them were oversized anyway, so you were sure Bucky would be able to wear one of them. As for pants, well, Bucky was a pretty tall guy. None of your sweatpants would likely fit him comfortably.

You pulled out a burgundy hoodie which was probably twice your actual clothing size and chucked it towards the boy who was almost asleep in the centre of your bed. His eyebrows furrowed as he lifted his head, tired eyes scanning the hoodie.

“It’s for you to sleep in.” You confirmed to him, heading towards your bedroom door. “I’m gonna go and get you some water while you change, alright?”

“Wait.” You heard Bucky say after you were about to head out of the door.

Turning back around, you raised you brow at him. “What is it, Bucky?”

“I’m...” The boy started, laughing as he tried to get the rest of his sentence out. “I’m going to the dance with Natasha.”

Your brow raised even higher, not expecting him to say, well, that.

“Oh, you are?” You asked, causing him to nod as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, shrugging off the jacket he was wearing.

“Uh huh.” Bucky replied, beginning to laugh again. “It’s k-kinda funny, though, ‘cause I didn’t even ask her myself! Sam said I should go with her since you were already goin’ with s-someone else-”

“Wait, what?” Your mouth hung open in surprise. Okay, hold up. Bucky was only going to the dance with Natasha because you had already been asked?

Could you even trust what he was saying in that moment? Bucky was still drunk, maybe he was getting confused. But why would he even say that if it wasn’t the truth?

Did that mean Bucky really did want to ask you to be his date? Was that what he was going to say before Pietro interrupted him, only to ask for you to be his date instead? Fuck.

This wasn’t good. While there was a part of you that felt warm from knowing you were originally Bucky’s first choice for a date to the dance, the rest of you was screaming. Perhaps he just wanted to ask you because you were his closest friend. That’s the reason you wanted to go with Bucky, right? If it was for another reason which involved certain feelings... well, you just weren’t going to think about that.

“What?” Bucky’s puzzled response pulled you from your thoughts, and by the look on his face, you assumed he probably couldn’t even remember the words that had just left his mouth.

You decided against questioning him further. The poor guy was drunk, and you shouldn’t use that as an opportunity to get answers out of him that he wouldn’t want to admit when he was sober.

“Uh, nothing.” You shook your head, backing out of the door again. “I’ll be back soon.”

Giving Bucky enough time to change in his drunken state, you slowly made your way down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard to fill with water. You tried not to let the thoughts about the dance whirl around your mind, but it was difficult. Honestly, you didn’t mind that he was going with Natasha. When he said that him and Natasha were only friends, you believed him, and you were happy that he had a friend to go with just like you did.

It didn’t take long for you to return to your bedroom, Bucky’s water in hand. The sight you’d walked into made you chuckle; the boy had the hoodie on thankfully, and was tucked underneath the cream sheets on top of your mattress. He looked peaceful, and you were glad that he made it fairly easy for you to get him to sleep.

You placed the water on the bedside table next to him, and as you were about the tip toe out of the room and spend the night on the couch in the living room, you felt a hand loosely wrap around your wrist.

“Don’t go.” Bucky’s muffled voice said to you. Heat instantly rose in your cheeks thinking about even sleeping next to him. That would be too intimate, right? Too intimate for two people who weren’t meant to be intimate.

“Bucky, I’ll just be downstairs...” You tried to reason, but the boy wasn’t having it.

“Please?” He squinted one eye open, silently pleading for you to give in.

If you laid next to him until he fell asleep, you could leave straight after. As long as it got him to sleep, it didn’t matter, right?

It didn’t even occur to you that your wet clothes were still clinging to your body as you climbed into your bed, making sure to keep your distance from the boy on the other side of the bed. Even without being near him, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it only made you want to be closer to him.

After a few seconds of silence, a small voice broke the quiet. “Night, (Y/N).”

You smiled, turning your body so that you were both facing away from each other. The night hadn’t been as stressful as you’d presumed, and as long as Bucky was okay, you were sure you could be too. Your friendship with him was more important than anything. Even if it never amounted to anything more, and the thought of that broke your heart a little, you never wanted to lose him, truthfully. And if what he needed was a friend, you were going to be a good friend to him.

Lightly closing your eyes, you quietly sighed. “Goodnight, Buck.”

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“Oh, fuck.”

Light flooded through the curtains into your room, casting shadows across the bed that you were still lying in. The bed you were meant to be leaving in the middle of the night.

You had slept with Bucky.

Well, not ‘slept’, but you had physically slept next to him all night. Did friends do that? Was that okay? You weren’t really sure. What you were sure of was that it was definitely time for you to get up.

As you went to sit up, a weight on your stomach limited your movements. Bucky’s arm was laying across your middle as he slept on his stomach, soft snores still escaping his pink lips. You tensed, knowing that he probably accidentally let his arm drape over you, but it was still there, and you couldn’t help but blush a little.

Quickly, you removed Bucky’s arm from your stomach and placed it gently back on the mattress before scrambling out of bed. You groaned, looking down at the hoodie you were still wearing and the leggings you hadn’t yet changed out of.

Bucky would most likely be out cold for another hour or so, allowing you to freshen yourself up ready for the day ahead of you. If Bucky wanted to stay at yours for the day, you didn’t mind, but you desperately needed to clean up the house ready for you mom’s arrival and finish up any topics that you hadn’t fully studied. Hopefully, you could have everything perfect for Sunday.

After showering and brushing your teeth, you changed into a simple t-shirt and sweatpants before making your way downstairs to make something for breakfast. You didn’t want to wake Bucky just yet; he definitely needed a good sleep with the hangover he’d probably have when he did wake.

Once you padded down the staircase and paced into the kitchen, you shrieked slightly and placed a hand over your chest, seeing a figure seated with their back to you on a stool at the kitchen counter. Their hair was tied back in a neat bun; you could recognise that too-perfect hairstyle anywhere.

“Mom?” You breathed out, unsure if you were literally seeing things or if your mother had actually snuck into the house while you were still asleep.

The woman turned around, her lips pressed into a straight line. “I’ve been waiting twenty minutes for you to come down here.”

“Well, hello to you too...” You mumbled, furrowing your brows as you placed your hands on your hips. “What are you doing here? I thought you were coming tomorrow.”

“Clearly.” She let out an empty laugh, scraping her eyes around the room, eyeing the dirty dishes that had yet to be washed and counters that hadn’t been wiped down. “I hope my home isn’t normally this... unclean.”

My home. The woman was never even there, how could she call it her home? “It would’ve been clean if you’d arrived tomorrow, like you said you were going to.”

“My plans changed.” She replied simply, standing from her seat and approaching you, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, do I at least get a cup of tea after my two hour train journey here this morning?”

You suppressed a sigh, nodding as you walked over to the sink and filled up the kettle with water before placing it on the stovetop. “So, dad couldn’t make it?”

Your father had sent you a brief text to say that his schedule was too full to visit this weekend. Being used to it, you let him know that it was okay. At least he had the courtesy of informing you of his change in plans, unlike some other people.

“He couldn’t.” You mother confirmed. “But that means we can have a proper conversation about your plans for college, (Y/N). He doesn’t have a preference for what Ivy League school you want to attend, but I do.”

Of course - after not seeing you for almost a month, the first thing your mother wanted to talk about was college.

After preparing the tea and handing a cup to your mother across the counter, you leaned back against the stovetop and sighed. “Harvard.”

“Mhm. Now, I see no reason why you shouldn’t go there-”

“Mom, it’s ten in the morning. Can’t I at least eat before we attempt to talk about this?” Key word - attempt. There was no way that you were agreeing on going to Harvard, and there was no way that your mother was backing down from the idea, so the conversation was utterly pointless.

Your mother tightened her jaw. “No, (Y/N), we will talk about it now. This is important, you know.”

“I know.” You forced a smile. “Which is why I need food in my stomach before I listen to you go off at me and take none of my feelings into account.”

Her lips turned into a scowl. “(Y/N)-”

A whine sounded from the direction of the staircase, causing your mother to close her lips, and your heart to instantly stop. Fuck, holy fuck. You were dead. You never thought you’d die before the age of twenty one, but here you were, positively awaiting for your mother to kill you.

Bucky plodded down the stairs, rubbing his eyes with fisted hands, shirtless, not noticing the shocked stare that your mother was aiming at him. “God, I really need an aspirin. Last night was...” His raspy words trailed off, and if you weren’t practically crapping yourself, you’d probably be swooning over his sleepy voice.

The boy pulled his hands away from his face, his lips forming and ‘o’ shape as his puffy eyes landed on the smartly dressed woman with her fists clenched tightly at her sides next to her pencil skirt. She turned around to face you, eyes flaming with an anger you’d never seen before. You tried to say something, anything. However, nothing would be able to soften the blow you were about to receive from your mother.

“(Y/N),” The woman started, her teeth gritted. “What in God’s name is this boy doing here?”

“I-” Bucky tried to interject, but was immediately stopped by your mother.

“I was not asking you, I was asking my daughter.”

Shit. What were you even meant to say? “He’s my friend.”

Bucky had never met your parents before. He wasn’t even sure you’d mentioned him to them, purely because they’d react exactly how your mother was acting now. He really wished he’d put on a shirt before he came downstairs, but he truthfully wasn’t even thinking. He only wanted to come down and thank you for taking care of him, and well, he’d came down to something much worse.

“Well, you friend is shirtless and seems to have a terrible hangover.”

The woman wasn’t wrong. Bucky’s undereyes were darker than usual, his actual eyes were tired, and the way he walked down those stairs... well, he didn’t exactly look one hundred percent sober.

An uncomfortable silence fell between the three of you, and you were begging for a black hole to appear in the floor and swallow you up. Anything to get out of the horrible situation you were in.

“Mom, look-”

“No, you look.” Your mother spat, shutting you up. “This- this is disgustingly unacceptable! Your father and I work hard to pay for this house, to pay for you to live here on your own, to pay for your textbooks and to eventually pay for your college tuition, and you repay us by slacking in school and bringing boys into our home to sleep with?”

“What?” You almost yelled, taken aback by your mother’s words. Bucky looked rather shocked too, and he looked like he wanted to intervene again, but you beat him to it. “Mom, I’m not- Bucky and I aren’t sleeping together! And- and I want to be thankful for all of that, I really do. But how can I when you’re only paying for all of it to make yourselves happy? As long as I go to the college that you want me to go to and get the job that you want me to get, you don’t care about what I actually want.”

Your mother was fuming. You couldn’t even believe that you were actually saying all of that stuff to her, but it was bound to come out eventually. “You don’t get a choice because I know you won’t make the right decisions. I’m doing this because I care-”

“Don’t you dare say that you care about me.” You shook your head, feeling a lump forming in your throat but no tears in your eyes. “If you cared, you wouldn’t leave me alone in this house for weeks on end, or get mad at me for making the smallest mistakes, or scold me for helping out a friend. You don’t care, Mom - you never have.”

At that moment, you were done. Maybe there was another conversation needed to be had with your mother, but all you’d wanted to say right now had been said, and all you wanted was for her to get out of your sight. To your relief, the woman picked up her bags that were resting against the counter and started towards the front door. Though, she could never leave without having the very last word.

“I don’t know who you’ve become since your father and I have been out of town, but you are certainly not our daughter anymore.”

And with that, the door slammed shut.

You’d briefly forgotten that Bucky was in the room until you heard footsteps coming towards you. Your eyes stayed glued to the wooden floorboards, refusing to look up, afraid that your feelings would get the best of you and send you into crying mess. That woman wasn’t doing to be the one to make you cry; you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

“(Y/N)...” The boy broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted to apologise for coming downstairs, but he knew that wasn’t the problem. Whether she’d seen him or not, the argument between you and your mother probably would’ve happened anyway. “What are you thinking about?”

The question surprised you a little, but you tried to answer it nonetheless. “I... uh, fuck. I don’t... I don’t know what to think. I’ve never argued with her like that before. I’ve never seen her so infuriated. But she’s gone now, and until she comes back, I’m... I’m just gonna pretend that she never came back in the first place.”

Bucky didn’t look convinced, but he also had a feeling that your mother wouldn’t be back any time soon. Perhaps it’d be better for you to take your attention away from your parents and focus on yourself for a while, and when the time came to deal with your parents again, you’d be in a better place to do so. If you needed to talk about them, however, Bucky hoped that you already knew you could go to him.

“Okay.” He nodded, crossing his arms. “Thanks for last night, by the way. I can’t remember a lot of it, honestly, but I didn’t wake up with vomit down my shirt, and that probably would’ve happened if you didn’t pick me up from the party...”

You scrunched up your nose and chuckled, momentarily forgetting about the ordeal that had just occurred. “That’s kinda gross, Buck, but you’re welcome. At least when you’re here, I know that you’re safe and not getting yourself into any trouble.”

“Aw, do you worry about me, sweets?” Bucky smirked, a glint in his blue eyes that made your knees weak. You were suddenly aware yet again that he was shirtless, and you couldn’t help but rake your eyes up his torso just once before pretending he had no effect on you whatsoever.

With your signature eye roll, you stepped back from him and walked towards the fridge. “Go put a shirt on while I make breakfast, James.”

“What’s on the menu this morning?” Bucky asked cheerily, moving towards the staircase.

“Pancakes.”

“Hot food that wasn’t frozen beforehand? You’re becoming quite the chef, (Y/N).”

You bit back a smile, glaring playfully at the boy as you got out the ingredients for the pancakes. “If you’re still standing here in the next five seconds, you’re not getting breakfast. You also need to text your mom, and Steve and Sam, and you should probably let Thor know-”

“Alright, alright.” Bucky interrupted, beginning to jog up the stairs, not before he called out to you one more time. “God, where would I be without you, sweets?”

The question was rhetorical, but Bucky knew the answer; somewhere he definitely didn’t want to be. Anywhere that wasn’t with you was a place he never wanted to be in. He always wanted to be a part of your life. To help you deal with your parents, to pick you up when you’d been knocked down, to give you the world because that’s what you deserved. A life without you was a life that Bucky never wanted.

And everyday that you still didn’t feel the same way towards him was another day he was afraid of letting you slip away.

Whether you felt the same or not, Bucky had to do something soon. Something being anything that would show you how he really felt towards you. It was eating away at him, and if he didn’t act fast, he’d lose himself as well as you.

All he wanted was for you to be his. For him to know that you were his. But he unknowingly already had your heart, no matter how much you wanted to deny it.

You were his from the very start, and you would be until the end. You had fallen painfully hard for Bucky Barnes, and you weren’t sure if falling for him was a blessing or a curse.

Whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t going away any time soon.

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[beanzybrandon]

ABSOLUTE CHAOS WITH PRETTYMUCH (PRETTYBRUNCH Ver.)

A/N: this very quickly became nothing more than a glorified food fight. enjoy, i guess pfft

• there's just something about being with your best friend(s) that can turn the quietest, most shy individuals into the most extroverted people to walk the earth • ‎video chatting with friends has a similar effect, especially when you haven't seen the other party for an extended amount of time • ‎what happens when you combine these two events is nothing short of absolute c h a o s • ‎in this case, the convening pals are you and the prettymuch boys. you had been out of town for a few weeks and wanted to meet up with them when you returned home. they were quick to agree and arranged for you to come over the day following your return (that way you'd have a little bit of time to yourself to relax and unpack your bags) • ‎the friends that the boys are video chatting with?? why it's none other than the beanz • ‎well, I suppose instagram lives don't really count as video chatting but you know what I meAn. it's still a viable form of communication and the absolutely adore interacting with the fandom. life's just been kind of hectic lately and they haven't had the chance to do much of anything with the beanz • ‎now that things have slowed down a bit and one of their closest friends is finally back home, why not do a live?? they all agreed it would be fun and you truly felt as if it would be a nice change of pace, too; interacting with people you love and who love you after weeks upon weeks of nothing but hecticness and disarray sounded like the perfect way to unwind • ‎ after a brief discussion, it was decided that you were to come over later in the morning (not everyone woke up at the same time and having you come over a bit later in the day ensured everyone was awake while also being well-rested) and would help them make brunch • ‎it would give you plenty of time to talk and catch up • ‎,,,, plus, they needed extra help cooking. edwin and brandon had unofficially been placed in charge of handling meals when everyone decided to sit down and eat together and sometimes it got just the teensiest bit tiring • ‎the moment you walked in the front door, though, you could see that things weren't going to be quite as laid back as you had assumed • ‎things were already lively and loud, all of the boys (except for caleb, who had answered the door when you rung the bell) having congregated in the kitchen. • ‎austin and edwin we're talking animatedly amongst each other, trying to set up the live. they were experiencing a series of technical difficulties (that really boiled down to some simple changes in the settings of the former male's phone. brandon and nick had begun to poke through the fridge, mulling over what they wanted to eat for breakfast • ‎it very quickly grew from a peaceful conversation to a loud (albeit friendly) argument over what kinds of breakfast foods were better • ‎you figured it would be best to help settle things between brandon and nick before things escalated further and became a full-blown food fight before you could even start cooking so you scurried over to them first, kicking off your sandals and dropping your bag by the door • ‎when they couldn't come to a decision after another solid minute and a half of conversation, you chose for them • ‎you had been dying for one french toast waffles. pair it with some bacon, fresh fruit, and hash rows and bAm, a whole meal • ‎pleased with your judgment, their bickering quelled • ‎at least for the time being • ‎it wasn't long before austin and edwin began the live and the six of you settled into everything • ‎you, Edwin, and brandon had moved behind the counter to start cooking, caleb was currently tending to music, and austin and nick were reading and responding to the growing stream of comments that trickled in • ‎it was pleasant enough at first. all of you were talking merrily amongst each other and answering whatever questions and comments happened to catch your eye • ‎and then caleb changed the song • ‎the action in and of itself isn't one that would bring about any unpleasant consequences • ‎it was the song itself that was the issue • ‎everyone has a hype song. this one just so happened to be a m u t u a l hype song • ‎meaning the moment everyone recognized what was playing, all hell broke loose • ‎caleb was the first to succumb to the excitement of the song. he had been pretty quiet this far, but the vibrations of the bass sank their talons into his being. he began to mouth the words, then sing along, then scream along as he gradually shifted out of his seat and began to dance • ‎nick followed suit shortly thereafter • ‎hip roll nation™ • catch half the boys jumping around and yelling 'Aye AYe aYe aYE ayE!" at the top of their lungs • it's like a frat party without the booze and loud freshmen • ‎brandon swayed along to the beat, eyes fluttering shut as he raised the whisk in his hand up to his mouth so that he could use it as a makeshift microphone • ‎which is fun, sure, but probably not the brightest thing to do when said whisk was just in a bowl of waffle batter • ‎needless to say, the front of his shirt was now caked in the liquid • ‎did he notice, though?? of course not • ‎because now he's got a whole performance going on and he's putting everything he's got into it • ‎which means he's really bustin down now. he's singing at the top of his lungs, he's hitting those runs, he's whipping around and throwing it back • ‎this also means that he has flung copious amounts of batter all over?? everyone?? • ‎this goes unnoticed by most but lordy lordy, he managed to get some in caleb's hair and that is a federal offense • ‎you k n o w the moment he feels a glob of sticky flour land in his hair he's gonna throw whatever he gets his hands-on • ‎given that there's an open container of eggs laying nearby and they fit so perfectly in the palm of his hand, it only makes sense that one is going to be airborne • he's huffin' and puffin', eyes firey as he lets out an exasperated "I know you didn't just-" and yeets the egg • ‎nothing ever works out the way they're intended, though, so it doesn't hit his initial target • ‎no, no, of course, it didn't • ‎you know who it d i d hit, though? • ‎y o u • ‎and you know what you're wearing?? • ‎a brand new shirt that is hands down the most comfortable article of clothing you own • ‎and now its sticky and wet and smells absolutely horrid • ‎and you know what you feel now?? • ‎nothing but pure, unadulterated rage. the fire of one thousand suns is blazing through your veins and you want nothing more than r e v e n g e • ‎aight, it isn't that intense but you reacted before you had the opportunity to process what had happened and develop a proper plan of action • ‎so, yeah, you started throwing food back • ‎you didn't settle for an egg or a spoonful of waffle batter • ‎you peeled open the lid of the whipped cream container that rested on the counter and sunk your hand in, scooping out as much of the sticky substance as you possibly could • ‎and, unlike some people, y o u d i d n t m i s s • ‎meaning that caleb is getting a face full of that sugary goodness • ‎by this point, no one is really paying attention to the comments on the live anymore (which were going insane, by the way. if everyone who viewed the live got a dollar every time someone said "hit edwin with the banana," they'd be rich) • ‎it wasn't long before all six of you were engaged in a battle of sustenance • ‎in layman's terms, a food fight • ‎it was?? horrible?? • ‎for a solid ten minutes, there was nothing in the air but choked cries and mushy food • ‎austin had managed to crawl onto the bar and was raining food down on everyone (quite the feat, actually, given how tall he is. if the ceiling were much lower, you were sure his head would have scraped the top of it). brandon and edwin had abandoned their positions beside you in favor of hiding behind the cabinets • ‎when their wooden shields didn't offer up enough protection, they sought out the lids of pots and pans for extra assistance • ‎caleb had armed himself in the hopes of deterring anyone from coming at him with more food • ‎his weapon of choice?? the kitchen towel, which he had wound tightly and was flicking at people whenever they got too close or looked like they were taking aim at him • ‎nick had taken up residence under the sink, hoping to wait out the fight • ‎which took an exceptional amount of time • ‎it wasn't until you had gone through about half of the food in the refrigerator that most of you came to your senses and called a truce • ‎it took a bit longer for the others to follow suit (cough cough, caleb and brandon cough cough) but they sooner calmed down as well • ‎the six of you could do nothing more than part for a while, faces flushed and hearts thumping erratically • when you cast your gaze across the room to the five men that were still strewn about like forgotten socks, you couldn't do much more than laugh • it reverberated off the walls, making everyone's bones rattle as warm grins split across their faces • it wasn't long before they, too, began to laugh • everyone but nick, that is • when the loud cries that tore themselves from everyone's throats had subsided into joyous laughter and lighthearted banter, he quietly crawled out from under the sink and stood, brushing as much food off of his clothing as possible • "hey, guys?" he'd chime, brows furrowing and lips drawing themselves into a thin line • "what are we gonna do about breakfast?" • all of you shared a look before moving toward the front door • you could shower and change later, you decided. none of you had been given the chance to eat and food was a lot more important than a few stains • no one noticed that austin's phone had been left on the counter, nor that the live stream hadn't ended.

[mitkitty]

Gift of a Frenemy

((Happy birthday, Tessa! ^v^ *huuuuugs* hope you enjoy this oneshot))

((Aaaaaaah its all so cute, thank you so much!!!

Birthdays had always been a… mixed bag for Wil.

When she was able to spend it with her mothers, it was nice. They gave her their full attention, letting her pick whatever activity they did that day and whatever dish they had for supper (plus the homemade birthday cakes were nice too).

The birthdays where she had to spend it alone, however… weren’t so great. Students and teachers at school never remembered, and due to her lack of popularity, she wasn’t exactly the ‘birthday party’ type.

Until now, that is. To some, having a birthday party in the sewers was far from ideal. But to her - seeing her friends, her moms and her boyfriend all in one place, giving her the birthday party she never really had - it was absolutely perfect.

She lost track of how long it lasted, though a part of her wouldn’t have minded if it lasted forever. She laughed and joked around with her friends, played party games, ate good food, watched movies (NOT Lou Jitsu ones, thank goodness), danced and pretty much just partied to her hearts content.

��-Hey, we’re not too late, are we?” Wil turned her attention towards one of the Lair entrances, and grinned.

“N-Nope,” she told the gargoyles, hopping down from the second level to greet them, “C-Come on in!”

“Aww, thanks Wil!” Muninn said, smiling back. 

“Yeah,” Huginn nodded, “Happy birthday, kid.” He would have waved or offered her a hug, though the heavy gift bag in his and Muninn’s hands prevented him from doing so.

Not wanting them to strain their little wings any longer, Wil took the bag. “Aww, th-thanks you guys! You’re so sweet.” They flew over to her shoulders, nuzzling her cheeks a bit and making her giggle.

“Weeeell?” Muninn said after a few moments, “Come on, open it!”

“Heh, o-okay okay!” Setting it down, Wil opened up the gift bag - and while she wasn’t completely surprised by its contents, she was still touched by the meaning behind them. After all, she gave them snacks all the time, so it was only fitting they gave her snack in return. “Wowwww!”

She took each item out, wanting to fully appreciate the gift that she was sure they worked hard to get her. There was caramel popcorn, a jar of Nutella, a couple cupcakes, and even sugar cookies that had been frosted (albeit a bit messily) to look like her. “These are great!”

However, when she took out the final item - a small bag of blue, white and yellow M&Ms from the store in Times Square - she couldn’t help but smile. “Um, I-I’m sorry but- guys, y-you know I can’t eat chocolate.”

“Oh no, did we forget?” Muninn said in ‘shock’, his tone a bit forced, “Gosh, we’re sorry! Guess you’ll have to just exchange them for some non-chocolate candies.”

“Yeahhh,” Huginn nodded, smirking ever so slightly, “Though, I’d maybe wait until after you get Boss’ gift. You know, just in case.”

Wil gave them both a curious look, though didn’t get a chance to ask any follow-up questions. With one last hug to her shoulders, they wished her a happy birthday before flying up to the second level to see what other festivities the party had. 

“H-Huh…” Still wondering what Huginn meant by that, Wil gathered up all the treats and placed the bag next to her other presents before joining back into the birthday fun.

The moon was high above the NYC skyline as the Bulwarks returned home. Venny and Eva kissed their daughter goodnight before heading to bed. As for Wil herself, while the party had worn her out in the best possible way, her nocturnal feline instincts ensured that she would still be up for at least a couple hours more.

She fidgeted a bit with the (fake but still pretty) ruby covered bracelet Raph had given her as she thought about what to do next. “Maybe I’ll do some reading,” Wil mumbled to herself, thinking of the chemistry books and shoujo manga books Donnie and Leo had gotten her. Doing that would be both enjoyable and would make her sleepy. But before she could even begin to try and get comfy, there was a knock at their door.

Quietly, Wil padded down the stairs and opened the door. The tall figure in front of her took a moment to recognize, but once she saw the face underneath the hood, she wasn’t worried at all. “Y-You know,” she said, crossing her arms, “you c-could have just came to the pa-party.”

“Like I said,” Draxum grumbled, “I’m not much of a party person.” Besides, while Venny didn’t mind him and Wil and Mikey had wanted to include him, they all knew that there was still plenty of friction between him and Splinter. It would have been wrong to fill her special day with drama that she had nothing to do with. “Still, I figured it would be consider rude to let the occasion pass without a token of acknowledgement, so-” he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a vial, “Happy birthday.”

Wil’s eyes widened a bit as she took a closer look at the glass vial. Whatever was in it wasn’t green or glowing, thankfully. Instead, it was a cool, light shade of brown - almost like chocolate milk. “Wh-What is it?”

“Well… I was told you had allergies that prevented you from eating chocolate,” Draxum explained, “And judging by how many bakeries and candy shops there are in this city, I’d imagine that must be pretty frustrating. So, I thought I could help with that.”

Wil blinked, a bit shocked. “Wait, so… s-so, is this like an Antihistamine or-”

“One dose, and your dietary biology will be forever changed,” Draxum told her, “and you’ll be able to eat as much chocolate as you wish without any harmful side effects. Well, other than a stomachache and cavities, maybe.”

She stared at him, a bit shocked. She honestly didn’t know what to say. Seeing this, Draxum quickly added, “You don’t have to drink it. I won’t force you to. It’s yours to do whatever you wish with, including throw away. I just-… I thought that, after everything you’ve done for me, the least I could do is provide you with a mutation that you might actually want.”

Wil’s eyes softened a bit at that. “You big d-dummy…” Taking the vial, she hugged him. Surprised though not as annoyed with the action as he normally might have been, he patted her back. Hugs weren’t… that bad, on rare occasions.

“I n-never said I hated being a c-cat, you know,” she told him once the hug ended, “Like I t-told you before…” It had been scary at first - completely terrifying, really. But she was stronger and faster now, not to mention the fact that if she had never mutated, she might have never met her best friends. Sure, being a cat in a world of humans would still always have its difficulties, it was still her life. It wasn’t always easy, but she accepted it. She was happy, whiskers and all.

“If you’re wanting to m-make up for this wh-whole situation-” she gestured to herself- “then, well, y-you’re already doing it by trying to be a better person! That means more than a-any potion or mutation.”

“…” Draxum glanced away a bit. “I suppose so…”

Wil looked down at the vial. She was sure that Draxum had thoroughly tested it, but even so- “I’ll h-have to sleep on it a little b-before I decide to use this or not. Still-” she smiled genuinely at him, letting her appreciation be known loud and clear, “T-Thank you for the gift, Draxum.”

Draxum nodded. “Happy birthday, Wilhelmina.” With that taken care of, he began to turn away, figuring that he had already taken up enough of her time-

“Hey, s-speaking of birthdays, we still have some leftover cake, i-if you want some.” That made Draxum pause. “I know how much y-you love Mom’s cooking~” she added, giving him a small smirk.

Draxum scoffed, though didn’t move. “…I guess one slice couldn’t hurt. The walk over made me a bit peckish anyway.” Wil chuckled, and happily opened the door to let him in.

Yep… It really was a pretty perfect birthday.

[veridium]

fall to pieces

happy Sunday! What better way to end the weekend than with some fresh college au? because I am a merciful mistrxss, I haven’t made this serving entirely with salt (I know, I know, promises, promises). but hey I entitled it after an avril lavigne song, so it can’t be that bad, right?

enjoy!

fic masterpost // previous episode

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Sending Ellinor off to catch prince charming does wonders, momentarily, for olivia’s mood. It makes her lose sight of her own dysfunctional state of affairs. While her comrade showers she takes stock of all her surroundings, and the distraction soon fades. Her outfit cast aside on her desk chair, heels half-assed tossed to the floor by the shoe rack. At least she managed to wash her face and take out all the bobby pins, or so she thinks. Running her fingers through her hair, she finds two hanging on by a thread. 

A few minutes later and she’s out of her pajamas and into a towel of her own, shower-bound. Her phone’s charged up but still plugged in; she’s checked it every time she wakes up from her poor sleep and then some, but still no messages from Cassandra and the afternoon is ticking away. Ellinor comes around the corner as she is leaving her doorway, looking all fresh and clean but face full of dread. 

They face each other one last time before parting ways to clean up their messes. For some reason, they’ve been having to do that a lot lately. Head-to-head, the frown with dread and solidarity in the air, Ellinor dripping and smelling of old spice and some flowery stuff she definitely stole from Olivia after saying she thought it stunk, but lied. And likely will still lie about having “borrowed” it. 

“Ready?” Ellinor asks, point blank. 

Olivia nods, but then a whimper escapes her throat. “Y-yeah.”

“Not good enough, soldier. I said are we ready?”

“...Yeah!”

They stare again. Ellinor’s own whimpiness comes through in the souring of her frown and roll of her eyes. They both groan, Olivia knocking her head back as they pass each other at last. 

“I’m so--”

“--Fucking tired, shit.”

“Good luck, don’t scare him!”

“Don’t worry, he already is.” 

A door shuts, and Olivia slinks into the showers. The answer wasn’t the most hopeful, but she prays that Ellinor will keep up her record of fixing things that go astray. So far she’s done good, and Cullen seems like -- oh who is she kidding, he is the type to forgive if the intentions were harmless. While she hangs her towel it occurs to her she’s having one more of those sympathetic thoughts of him, and she rubs her face almost raw and lets the hot water consume her.

At least Ellinor has a plan of action, and some control over how to proceed. The shit ball is in her shit court. Olivia can’t say the same, and though she isn’t mad, it certainly leaves little for her to do but wait and worry. Cassandra isn’t a faker -- if she was angry or displeased with the way she was treated, Olivia would know. The way she looked when she shut the car door said anything but outraged. Sad, though...it did say sad. Running her hands through her hair as it rinses, Olivia can’t help but close her eyes as if it’ll help her not see the image in her mind. 

By the time she emerges and returns to her dorm room Ellinor is gone, though there is a half-bent sticky note left on her door above the handle. It has a hastily-written heart on it, and a U underneath. Brief but much needed, it finds a home on her desk beside all the other ones she’s kept over the course of their friendship. Out of the corner of her eye she notices the note she pinned from Cassandra, who’s penmanship puts all others to shame, even her own. 

Standing there, dripping and looking at a piece of paper as if it’s the fucking Grand Canyon or something. She always daydreamed about having some romantic youth. Dumbass, she calls herself as she shoves the closet door open and begins sifting through. What to wear? A brown paper bag and some sandals, maybe? It’s not like she’ll have anyone to impress, and if she did, the time to do it was last night. All her impress-juice had been dumped onto that party, and for what: so she could be a primadonna dick. 

Eventually she pulls on some black denim skinny jeans and a grey, v-neck long-sleeve. She still has homework to do, and if she can drag her ass to the library or some other studious place, she can salvage her day and distract herself at the same time. Perfect. Fifteen minutes later she has packed her backpack, books, phone charger and all, and heads out, not looking back. She’s out on the lawn out front by the dorms, walking in her black sneakers with full commitment, when she notices a familiar purple-trimmed bike in the parking lot across the way. One that definitely has leftover residue of where a student’s parking sticker used to be. 

“Fuck, shit,” she mutters. Theia. 

Instantly she dives into one of the less-direct pavement paths. So much for cutting through quad and the Union building. Josie lives on-campus, but not close. Maybe if she’s there to stop by and make sure she got back safe, or something, she won’t have to worry about running into her. The last thing she needs is to deal with her before she even has a chance at seeing Cassandra. Arms folded to her chest, she hunches as she walks. It’s too late and cloudy to put sunglasses on without looking sketchy or hungover. Fuck, I wish I was hungover. 

Suddenly, her phone goes off with the call ring. How it got switched off from silent mode is anyone’s guess. Olivia nearly drops dead to the ground like she’s avoiding enemy fire, and dashes for the nearest tree thick enough to hide behind. She digs through the first two pockets of her back where she usually tosses the damned thing, but it’s not until the last pocket of course that she finds it. Just as she’s about to press ignore, she sees Cassandra’s name on the caller ID.

OF FUCKING COURSE SHE HAS TO CALL WHEN I AM TRY--

“H-hello?” she whispers and squeaks at the same time, somehow, sliding the phone to her ear.

Without background noise, Cassandra’s tone comes in clear. “Hey, you okay?”

She slides down against the tree until she’s doing a half-assed version of one of those wall-sits she does at the gym when she hates herself and her glutes. Her bag goes to the grass. As wood chips off the bark and all the other sounds she’s certainly making come out loud and unmistakably concerning, she lies:

“Oh yeah! I’m fine, just--” she brushes her hair that’s collected in her face sans ponytail. “Just got out the door.”

“Oh. Gotcha. So are you in the middle of something, then?”

“Uh, um, yeah and no?”

“...”

“I was just...ow, fuck!” a shard of wood sticks her right in the ass cheek and she bounces off the tree, spinning around to face it like a foe. 

“Olivia? You sure you’re okay?”

“Argh--yeah! I just...my calculator in my...pocket, it, er, stuck me in the ribs--”

“...you own a calculator?”

Why the hell did I say calculator? Why couldn’t I -- agh, fuck. “Yes, for just in case I...you know, um, I’m a little tired, so bare with me. I’m not good with words. You okay? D-did you go to…”

“--Church? Yes, I did.” There’s sounds of zippers and voices. “We just got done with practice, I’m at the fields still. I was wondering if you wanted…”

“Yes!”

“...to…”

“Ye--I mean, um, ahem,” she clears her throat, looking around for anyone who could be playing witness to her heinously embarrassing attempt to fit into the scenery. Sunday afternoons are quiet on campus, thank goodness. “I mean, you were saying?”

“Ahah, I meant...um, hold on a sec,” she mutters something away from the phone mic, vaguely authoritative. Then, a “no,” which is the only thing Olivia can tell for sure. “Uh, sorry, you still there?”

She’s started pacing. So much for not being seen. “Yeah!”

“Cool. I was...I mean...oh, hey, Ellinor is here?”

Get to the point Cassandra, please, please, please say you wanna -- “Oh! Yeah! Uh,” she takes a breath that’s about as useful for her nerves as a straight chug of mountain dew, “she said something about meeting Cullen after practice.”

“I...see.” She sounds concerned and slightly distracted. “I hope everything’s okay. This morning I ate a breakfast that I don’t think was...well, intended for me.”

Yikes. Time to pretend she had no idea, like she didn’t read the texts or get on Ellinor’s case about being a brunch-buster. “Oh, shit…” she lingers a few syllables on the cuss word, for added authenticity. “That sounds...um, rough.”

“Uh huh…” Cassandra’s talking like she’s walking, her breath pace changing. If she’s skeptical, Olivia can’t fully tell. “Well, anyways, has your day gone okay?”

God dammit, no, ask what you wanted to ask! “It’s gone good. Slow and steady, ya know. I’m just...swimmin,’ ahah.”

“You keep forgetting you’re bad liar, you know.”

Butterflies. Butterflies and regret and bubbles and all the weird feelings that can happen in someone’s gut without them feeling like they need hospitalization. “Uh…” She stops when she hears the sound of a car trunk opening through the phone. 

“I’m just tired, I’ve been reading a lot, Cass,” she lets the frustration seep through even in her lying, and immediately regrets it. Rubbing the back of her neck, she looks off into the greenery and picturesque layout of buildings and their unlit windows and could already think of a billion other ways she could have answered. “I’m...I mean--”

“Oh, hey, no, I didn’t mean it like that. Um, hold on again, sorry.” Cassandra lets out a breath, then the sound of a car door, and then jingling. “Cullen and I drove to practice thinking we’d go get some ice cream or something afterwards, but it appears plans have changed.”

“So you have to drive his car again?”

“Well, I don’t have to, I just saw him and Ellinor walking off the field and assumed that’s how he’s gonna get back, and this lot isn’t for overnight parking.”

This conversation is going nowhere. Maybe it shouldn’t go anywhere. She isn’t exactly in the shape or mind to be perfectly sympathetic and patient, as evidenced by the way she’s damn-near vibrating with anxiety. Maybe what she wanted from the day wasn’t fair to ask, and seeing her would only do more harm than good. 

“So,” Cassandra continues, and the ignition goes off. “I know you’ve been studying, but would you be willing to be my plan B companion for ice cream?”

“Sure! Yeah! No, I’ll meet you at the Blue lot by the gym?” Fuck, well, there went that constructive thought. 

“Cool, I’ll be there in a couple minutes max.”

“Cool!”

They hang up, and as soon as she hits the red button Olivia groans and tossed her head back, hands on her eyes to block out the hopeful sight of the day and the birds chirping and all that nonsense. Surely at this point someone is filming her from a window to post it on one of those college humor facebook pages, captioning it “tfw your mom and dad call saying they got your mastercard bank statement.” In all actuality the caption should be “tfw you dare to be bisexual and in public at the same time.”

She does as she promises, though, and picks up her God forsaken backpack and marches her way through the shortcut path to the lot. With each step she tries to forget the guilt and nerves she has, the social anxiety she has in response to Cassandra acting like everything is fine. Is everything fine? Is this her way of broaching the talk they planned to have? Or is this some way to get Olivia to forget it and go back to being blissfully drowning in the honeymoon phase? Fuck, if their honeymoon phase in danger of a premature death? Are they in danger of premature death? How--

Before she knows it and can center herself, she’s on the curb and Cassandra is pulling up in that same black care she dropped her off in. The Ruther...Rutherf--...

She gets in, puzzled and stairing straight ahead. Without a word.

Cassandra stares, both hands at the wheel. “...Hey?”

“Rutherf...dammit, I’ve already said that one…”

“What?”

“Ruther...Rutherferrari? That’s dumb. No…” she folds her arms once she has her seatbelt on. “Fucking...dammit.”

“Are you...are you trying to come up with a name for the car?” 

Olivia looks over at long last, and if she was already at a loss for thought, the look of Cassandra still sweaty and in her soccer jersey and shorts makes her a lost cause. Her mouth goes agape, though she’s still pouting. “Uhm, no!”

“You so are.” Cassandra grins, before looking up in the mirror. Someone’s pulling up behind them, so she puts it in gear and goes forward. Her eyes flash back onto her, checking that she did in fact put on her seatbelt. She’s so careful. 

“I just can’t believe there’s only one car-related word that starts with an F! It can’t just be Ford!”

“You said it yourself, Ruther…” she stops and bites back a chuckle. “Rutherferrari.”

“See! It’s stupid! Even you think so. There has to be a better one…” She continues her stubborn search and looks out the passenger window as campus passes by at the very legal 15 mph pace. Just beyond a row of hills, the soccer fields come into view, empty. No sign of Ellinor or Cullen. Checking her phone, there are no messages or missed calls. Whatever is happening between them, it’s going somewhat well?

“Rutherfour-wheel-drive.”

Olivia blinks, her head jerking forward. “W-what?” She looks over and sees Cassandra smiling. 

“Ruther-four-wheel-drive,” she repeats, and they pull out of the campus entrance.

Olivia rolls her lips shut and raises a brow. She’s quiet so long Cassandra has to look over, concerned. “What?” she asks as they stop at a red light. 

“I...I just…”

“Is that a bad one?”

“No, I just...I never thought I could be so proud of someone in my entire life,” she says with a fake weepy voice, her hand laying flat on her chest like she’s accepting a Miss America award. “My God, no, I can’t cry, my lashes!”

“Ugh, smartass!” Cassandra fake-sneers, and presses the gas pedal. They’re on the move again, and while Olivia’s laughing, she turns up the radio a little bit. It’s hooked up to her phone via aux, playing some acoustic cover. Finally Olivia settles down and lays her head back against the headrest, a satisfied grin on her face.

“I’m sorry, it was really good, babe.” 

Cassandra doesn’t respond sharply like she does. It gives Olivia time to realize, fuck, she’s called her babe. It rolls off her tongue like honey she’s been parched of all day, all week, all along. Still it’s clumsy as hell. How can something be both those things? If she plays cool, though, maybe it’ll be cool. Maybe it’ll be fine. Maybe --

“Uh, I mean...um…” well, so much for playing cool. 

Cassandra smirks as they pull into a parking lot behind the ice cream shop. She’s chosen the one downtown, a small little place, but good stuff. She doesn’t make any comment, or refusal. Just smirks. It’s almost worse than if she started cleverly chiding her for it, or egging her on. Worse in that it’s...it’s welcoming. Welcoming and right. Olivia doesn’t have the guts to try more of her shitty luck at self-expression, so she’s quiet but polite as they get out of the car and walk into the place. It’s all white and bright, like a quintessential ice creamery, with colorfully decorated chalkboards lining the walls. They order, but not before Olivia samples three different flavors, no less than that -- she has to be thorough, after all. Cassandra never frowns or shows distaste for it, though, and soon they’re walking out with two waffle cones, Cassandra’s of rocky road, and Olivia’s caramel fudge ripple. 

“Come on, let’s go for a walk,” Cassandra recommends as they exit, Olivia already taking the right towards the parking lot. She stops and hesitates, looking down the straight, idyllic downtown street she’s gesturing towards. 

“Oh...uh, you sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s not like I can drive with this,” Cassandra shrugs, holding her ice cream. It’s all neat, while Olivia is already fending off dripping around the sides. Classic. 

“Oh. Okay. Um, sure! I mean,” Olivia starts walking with her, slow and playful in her swinging step, “it’s your reputation on the line, you being in public all gross and sweaty.”

“Is it?” Cassandra joins her, and without warning leans up against her, rubbing her shoulder and arm against Olivia and her freshly showered and clean self. 

“Cassandra Penta...agh!” She shrieks and lurches away, but can’t help but laugh. Her ice cream skews, but she manages to keep it level with the ground. Precious, precious ice cream. 

Cassandra laughs, and goes back to licking her own scoops. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Uh huh,” Olivia huffs, switching hands. “Don’t try to assassinate my cone. I will make you reimburse me.”

They round the corner, where a public courtyard with several tables and sets of chairs are strewn about, bordered by stone plots of greenery and fern bushes, withering and skinny in the fall weather. There’s only one other middle-aged couple on the other side with a small dog. Above them, the sky is turning dark, but not quite enough for the street lamps to turn on. 

“Wanna sit?” Olivia asks, pointing to one of the tables. “I need to work on this cone, it’s falling apart.”

“Sure,” Cassandra says simply, and they make their way over. Sitting across from each other, Olivia can look at her more discreetly while she salvages what she can of her pitiful cone. Taking her first bit into it, she notices Cassandra lean back comfortably, knees spread and free arm tucked under her chest and elbow. She looks like nothing ever happened. What could she have done to bounce back so quickly?

“So…” Olivia’s curiosity slips onto her mouth. “You...have a good day?”

“Me? Yes, I did.” Cassandra wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb. I love it when she does that. “Most of it has been spent with Cullen, since we went from Church to home and then to practice. I barely had time to do any homework.”

“I bet.” She takes another crunchy bite of her cone as it is vanishing. “And...and the rest of your night last night?”

Cassandra takes a break from eating, but doesn’t miss a beat. “Oh. I just went home and relaxed, went to bed.”

“Cool. Same.” After I spent a half hour debating whether or not to drive to the Taco Bell down the road and cry into a crunch wrap, or find Ellinor wherever she was and steal her back from Cullen, or grab my eyebrow tweezers and go challenge Theia to a gay duel for honor, or --

“I can see that look.”

Olivia blinks, shakes her head, and her cone slightly cracks beneath her grip. Its audible cringe only worsens the odds for her denial. “W-what look?”

Cassandra takes a bite of her ice cream and licks her lips, her eyes intently on Olivia in a way that makes her want to melt faster than caramel fudge ripple in the mojave desert under a magnifying glass. She gulps, and her gaze locks on what remains of her cone as she rotates it around.

“Olivia.”

“I...fuck, this thing sucks at staying together, my cone is…”

“Olivia.” That time, Cassandra moves her hand from her lap to Olivia’s. She places it just above her knee. She’s down for the count when she does that. She lowers her cone grip and looks at her, really looks at her, and the failed facade dissolves. 

“Cass...I…”

“I know, I--”

“No, you don’t. Just let me say this, okay?” 

She doesn’t say it angrily, but with just enough assertiveness to where Cassandra removes her hand and straightens up. Her cone is gone, somehow; Olivia must have lost track of her eating it in her spinning thoughts. She rolls the napkin and puts it on the round table in front of them. Meanwhile, Olivia takes a deep breath, and looks away towards the garden growth. 

“I meant what I said last night. I am sorry I handled everything the way I did. I should have been more transparent with what I was getting you into; Ellinor and I have spent so much time partying and...and doing things just us, so it’s not always clear to me that what we do can be overwhelming to someone else.” She pauses to look at her, and Cassandra’s eyes are lowered while she listens. It helps to not have her staring at her. “I just...I wish you would have told me, but I understand why you didn’t.”

“That is my fault. Liv, I…” she runs her hand through her hair, and it glistens and sticks down to her head. “I can’t talk about all of it tonight, and I’m sorry. I might have been a bit selfish in asking you to come with me. I just wanted to see you, to know for sure that everything was okay. I know that’s perhaps...not helping.”

No, probably not. On the other hand, Cassandra admitting to doing things selfishly and without logic is endearing. To know Olivia has that much sway, now, to where she would seek out her company even though the order of things would advise otherwise...that’s not lost on her. For that, Olivia’s posture softens, and she tosses her napkin on the table where it lands next to hers. 

“I think we both need a breath. Just for a bit.”

Cassandra’s soft grin fades, but she nods. “I know.”

“I know you play strong, Cass, but I don’t want you to do it moreso for me. If you’re stressed, or...or triggered, then…”

“I have my strategies, I don’t just bluff. When I’ve had some more time I will explain everything. But if you are really worried, then…”

They are both treading carefully, and somewhat cluelessly. Even so, there’s something to be appreciated about it. Olivia’s phone buzzing breaks the ongoing pressure, but she doesn’t check to see what the notification is. No, nothing’s going to divert her from this, as tired as she may be. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you be my arm candy to any parties in the near future,” Olivia grins as a piecemeal offering, one which Cassandra matches. 

“Oh? Was I not the life of the party?”

Olivia snorts. “You were of mine. Jesus Ch--” a look, and she winces and looks away. “I mean, what the HELL-icopter...gosh, heck, gee--”

“Oh enough,” Cassandra chuckles softly, and rises to her feet. When she does she holds out her hand, and leans toward her like a polite escort. “We have some more walking to do.”

“Er, but you’ve finished your ice cream?” she grips her chair readily, though she eyes her. 

Cassandra shakes her head, smile broadening. “Just a couple blocks more, if you’ll indulge me just this once.”

When you talk like that I can never refuse. Olivia rolls her eyes, kidding, of course, but she stands up. Grabbing their napkins and tossing them in the trash can nearest, they resume their walking down the street. The sky has only gotten paler, and winds chilled.

“You sure you don’t want to get a coat from the car, or something?” Olivia asks, hands in her jean pockets. 

Cassandra shakes her head a second time, folding her arms apparently for her own comfort rather than to preserve warmth. “No, trust me, I’m enjoying the temperature. Among other things.”

Olivia looks up and finds her eyes looking right back. It makes her world slow. She almost hates it, or so she thinks. Sooner or later she’ll run out of energy for the false translation of how it makes her feel, and she’ll have to be honest with herself, and she knows it. It makes her heart sink, for better or worse, and she looks away toward the street.

“I am, too, I guess,” she says to mock, but her voice has warmed. 

“You guess?”

Olivia smirks, sucking on her teeth. She really won’t let her get away with anything, anymore. That’s how much she knows. And so she lets her hands fall from her pockets, reaching and hooking around Cassandra’s bicep. She laces her fingers together over it, in a deviation from their understood rule of limited public contact. Complicit in her rule-breaking, Cassandra steps closer to her rather than breakaway. Out her peripheral vision, Olivia can see a grin grow generously on her face. And so she sighs silently, and finally allows herself to enjoy where she is. 

“By the way,” Cassandra says hushed, “you have ice cream on your nose.”

To that, Olivia grins and proceeds to wipe her nose on the shoulder of Cassandra’s jersey. “Cool. Now we’re even.”

[offacades]

        hellooooo, kim here, once again. and this time i’m coming to you with one of my little munchkins; camila bronte, but pls call her cami. don’t be deceived by her kid face & doe-eyed look. this is a side blog, so therefor i can’t follow anyone on this blog, but hey !! i was too lazy to start up an entire, new main blog for her. under the read more you will find some more information on her. pls hit me up for plots & chats.  i’m sorry for the rubbish intro.

[ lili reinsert , cis female , twenty one ] it looks like CAMILA BRONTE is late to class once again . how do they expect to get their degree in LAW by skipping class ? it’s a wonder that they made it to their SOPHOMORE  year . then again , i heard that they were + JOYFUL which may give them a pass with professors , but they are also - DECEIVING so maybe not . all i know is that they remind me of PERFECT LUSCIOUS HAIR, THE TOUCH OF VELVET & LACED BRALETS  so watch out . oh look , SHE just walked in !

° ☆— F A C T S:

full name: cami ‘camila’ bronte nickname: she prefers to be called cami. her father used to call her cami & it gives her some sort of comfort hearing her nickname  age: he’s twenty one years old city of birth: manhattan, new york sexual orientation: straight major: she’s a law major  parents: her father passed away when she was ten years old. the poor man got ill and died three months after he was diagnosed with cancer. her mother is currently facing life sentence. she has always been a daddy’s girl, so her world practically caved in when he passed away.

° ☆— B A C K G R O U N D:

CHILDHOOD. the bronte family is your typical white picket fence kinda family, only living in manhattan; in one of those carrie bradshaw-likey houses. and honestly, the girl had a perfect life. her parents both had busyjobs. as an only child, cami missed having someone around to play with her sine her parents were working most of the time. yet, they loved her tons. as a little girl, cami loved dances       she LOVED it, especially ballet. she continued ballet until she got transferred to whitton university (will get to this later). everything was just fine until her father was diagnosed with cancer and died three months later. 

TEENHOOD. this was a rough period for her and for her mother. her mother started taking time of her grandmother around this time as well, who recently moved to new york and lived with cami and her mother. yet, the only light in her life was whenever she was dancing ballet. it was the only thing that kept her sane midst all the madness that was happening around her. it was hard for her to watch her mother trying to stay strong, taking care of her own mother and making sure the family made ends meet. as she grew older, cami slowly turned into a rebellious teenager and would come home at ungodly hours. sometimes drunk, sometimes stoned or even both. but she was a master in hiding it all from her mother, because she didn’t want the poor woman to worry about her. as her senior year approached, she was offered a scholarship at Juliard because of her ballet talents and at this time things started to look up for her. just as she was in her peaking days, it crashed down just as quick. she injured her hip around her graduation time, forcing her to quit ballet. she was devastated and wouldn’t leave her room for days. then summer turned around the corner and she found herself a way to keep on dancing and go to juliard. 

PRESENT. in the midst of all the trio drama going around at whitton uni, she got transferred to whitton uni. why? her injury got the best of her and forced her to leave juliard. and honestly, the girl is in a pretty rough shape when she first arrived at whitton. not physically, but mentally. her dream shattered right in front of her and all because of a stupid injury. she took up a major in law, but it’s not something she enjoys at all. she’s trying to figure out her way around whitton. 

THE TRIO & CAMILA. she has no connection to the trio whatsoever. she only saw them at the party before two of them disappeared and that’s all she’s ever seen of them. she feels bad for the family of jacob wright, but that’s about it. 

° ☆— H E A D C A N O N S:

i. ok first of all; this girl seems to be sweet, but it’s all an ACT. she will act sweet with you, but once something doesn’t go as she planned, she will snap so badly. she has lies upon lies upon lies.  ii. ever since she left for juliard, she hasn’t returned to hew home in new york and hasn’t told her mom she had to drop out because of her injury. iii. she deals drugs on the side to pay for all her expenses and to keep on living her luxurious life.  iv. the girl has perfect, luscious thick hair & i like to believe she’s one of those girls that will light up the room with her presence; even though she isn’t as sweet on the inside as she seems on the outside. she has used her good looks in her advantage many times and keeps on using them for her own good. 

v. she hardly ever talks about her past because she hates to bring up the bad memories of what happened when her father passed away and thinking of the good times before he passed, makes her emotional       and she HATES being emotional. 

vi. even though she might not be one of the sweet girls, but honestly the girl is as loyal as a dog. she will do anything for her friends, go to any lengths for them. she will put their needs for her own needs. 

vii. she’s very driven and very organised. even to the point where it drives her crazy when one of her planned things don’t go the way she wants them to be. 

° ☆— W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S:

i. tba