#when I was in highschool my teachers would mix up my a and o all the time

[mellosdrawings]

Hey uhh I gotta say I love your twst art (esp. Jamil!!) but the font you use (or is it your handwriting?) is really hard to read, because the E is missing the vertical line, and it gets pushed into other letters, and the H looks like a U or and N so a lot of words get sort of mixed up. Idk if this makes sense, but is it possible for you to change it? If it's your handwriting, I'm sorry for complaining about it. And yeah I am going to make the effort to read the text no matter what bc like I said, I enjoy the art, but I just wanted you to know this, since I think I might not be the only one struggling with this. Thanks!

Yeah I know I have a shitty handwriting, I'm sorry :') Changed it several times because people couldn't read it, then changed to writing in all caps and people still can't read it TwT That's my curse.

I'll try to use an actual font starting from now (posts in queue not comprised, but the ones I'll add next will be with fonts)

ALL PREVIOUS ARTWORKS HAVE JUST BEEN UPDATED WITH TRANSCRIPTS IN THE ALT TEXT.

The things I do for you guys, I swear <3

(Just so you know, for the lol, I'm also terrible at writing on a computer. I keep missing letters and words and the only reason I'm slightly legible is because my autocorrect is doing the work of the Gods. It seems I really have a problem with writing.)

[junko-and-riri-domain]

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i tried i'm sorry if this sucks 🤧

jake and jay’s are are like semi-suggestive (i think?) imma just say that they are semi-suggestive to be safe

i aint gonna lie i’m a sucker for Jay cooking 😪

jake & hoon’s are kinda short bc it’s like 1 am rn 

Heeseung

Heeseung has always been good at everything no matter what it is. It isn’t to discredit any of his effort whatsoever, but as the school year continues everyone knows that things are just natural for Heeseung. Ever since your freshman year of high school, you’ve seen him as your main competition for 1st place in school. The problem? This man isn’t even aware of it. To you, he just breathes and wins the competitions, gets all the attention, and is at the top of everything. To him, it’s the only way you’ll even notice him. The competitions? It gives him a chance to stay after school to be with you. The attention? He’s only focused on yours. Him at the top of everything? Well, that one’s just because he’s Lee Heeseung. It’s after school one day and the both of you have stayed to help clean up the classes for extra credit. Like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances, his eyes drift to you whenever you don’t notice. Except for this one time.

“Stop looking at me!” you say, your eyes glaring at him. He’s taken aback as he never meant to offend you.

“Sorry,” he said, thinking that you’d just leave it at that. But instead,

“I know you’re fricking judging me Lee Heeseung.”

“What?”

“I can feel it in your eyes. I’ll always be second to you and I get it, you don’t need to rub it in, so just stop!” You throw the rag at the window, walking out of the classroom and he’s left alone wondering what the hell just happened. And suddenly the gap between first place and second begins to grow. To him, staying after school to study for competitions are no longer fun when you won’t even tell him to be quiet when he starts to sing. Your attention is gone just like his sanity. Being at the top never felt so lonely when you weren’t next to him. To you, staying after school becomes something you dread because of the silence in the room that you caused. Your attention seems as if it’s on everything but him but every day you have a hundred thoughts and all of them are infected with him. The two of you enter yet another school competition, making it to the top 3. Yet, unlike previous times, neither of you is in first place.

“In first place, we have Sim Jaeyun!” the announcer says. You and Heeseung look at each other in shock that the other wasn’t on the podium. Yet, you couldn’t care less. Because not getting first place causes you to go off on a rant that Heeseung joins in on. Staying after school turns into study partners at the nearby cafe which becomes study dates. Both of your attention is openly on the other. And while you’re both at the top academically, you become the couple goals everyone wishes they could achieve.

“ace of my heart 💞” you caption an Instagram post of a picture of Heeseung.

rest of the boys under the cut!

Jay

Culinary class is peaceful for Jay. He has control of everything, knows where the ingredients and cooking tools are, can do something he loves, and did we mention control of everything? As a chef, he learned what you were like the first few weeks of class. You were messy with apple peels next to the lime squeezer, engaging in a way of cooking that you defined as “organized chaos.” You didn’t use measurements, cooked things by eye, and used whatever seasonings felt right. It wasn’t that you were bad at cooking, he actually enjoyed your dishes. But your process was just something he couldn’t stand. And maybe he doesn’t really like you since you accidentally used the last of his honey when making cupcakes but that’s a story for another day. The culinary teacher decided to try something new to promote teamwork and for a week, the class would be in partners and cooking a dish new to both people. And who did Jay just have to end up with? You. As the two of you read the recipe for your first dish which was a dessert of sorts,

“What do you wanna use first, jackfruit or durian?” he asked. You looked up at him, a teasing smile on your lips,

“Durian, because it looks like you,” you said before making your way to the table where all the ingredients were.

“Inner peace,” he muttered to himself as he watched you walk off. The next day, you were making peach tarts.

“Yah, Jay, look here,” you said as you held up your phone and the peach. In the photo you took, the peach was next to Jay’s face, sort of comparing the two.

“Why’d you take a picture of me?” he asked. He didn’t really mind photos, knowing full well how good he looked but you taking one of him came completely out of the blue. As you glanced up from your phone after hitting post, you were unable to stop your laugh,

“Your hair looks like a peach,” you said with a wink as you went back to cutting the ingredients.

“Do I just, do I just look like food now?” he muttered to himself with a huff.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind eating you,” you teased. You were smooth, he’d give you that. But, damn, he wanted to make you feel the way you were making him feel right now.

It didn’t take long for you to learn that Jay’s way of teasing made you flustered as hell. If you’d ask him to hand you something, he’d hold it above your head forcing you to have to jump up. It just so happened that he did this once right in front of someone else’s station and as you jumped, you almost knocked into them which led to his arm around you,

“Watch where you’re going,” he warned with a teasing edge as he handed you the carrots.

When you handed him something, he’d take it in a way that his hand held yours for a second but that second was enough. As the two of you cooked together, you entered your own world with no one else but the other in it. He was patient with your organized chaos, his own habits finding a place alongside your cooking routine. For the last day of working as partners, you two were to bake cookies. You put in a pinch of salt then some sugar when suddenly,

“YAH!” you hear from next to you. Met with Jay’s wide eyes as he looked in the bowl where you put the salt and sugar,

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I told you to taste the salt and sugar before you used it.”

“The first one tasted like salt so I put more of the second one.” He took a pinch of the sugar already in the mixing bowl then tasted it, a disgusted look appearing on his face”

“You put salt then more salt, good job y/n.”

“Huh?” He took another pinch then brought it up to your lips and as you tasted it,

“Why the hell is there two kinds of salt here!”

“One’s fine, the other’s coarse. I wanted to eat these y’know.”

“Fine, head over to my place after school and we can make cookies together.”

“That’s not funny. You can’t mess with cookies,” he muttered.

“Who said I was joking? We can even drizzle honey over it.”

Jake

Perfection doesn’t even begin to describe Sim Jaeyun. A gentleman, kind, smart, has an accent that you can’t help but sometimes tease him about, and obsessed with Layla were all things you couldn’t fault him for. But sometimes, just sometimes, he could be a little too nice. You couldn’t help but feel jealous at the sight of the girl chatting with Jake by the benches and her feeling his arm up.

“Geez, tell her to go away!” you wanted to say to him as you started walking towards them.

“Hey,” Jake said with a smile as his eyes landed on you. The same smile he smiled at her with.

“Are you ready to go?” you asked, trying not to sound pissed but couldn’t help yourself.

“Yeah hold up.” Jake looked at the girl, “Just text if you need help with anything else on the homework,” he said before walking off with you.

“Who was that?” you asked as the two of you made your way to the cafeteria.

“New girl, needs help with physics so she asked me for help.” Jake was supposed to help you with physics.

“You gonna help her on Tuesdays?” you asked, referring to the day Jake always helped you. If he did notice your jealousy, he didn’t say anything about it. Oh, but he did notice. And he kind of wanted to edge it on to see how far things would go.

“Should I? She can hangout with me and Layla.”

“See if she likes me better than Layla.”

“Might take you up on the offer, watch your words, y/n,” he said with a chuckle.

“Yeah? You introduce her to Layla and I’ll divorce you then take full custody.”

“I didn’t know we were married, don’t we gotta go out on a date first?”

“I don’t know, do we?”

“Let’s do it right now then.”

“Fine! Wait what-?”

Sunghoon

On the ice, you and Sunghoon went together like sugar and tea. Off the ice, you two were like the coarse salt that ruined the cookies in Jay’s fic. You and Sunghoon skated well together, putting on a performance that typically got you first place, but that’s exactly what it was. A performance. An act. Nothing more, nothing less. Neither of you talked when you saw each other after practice the next day at school. Neither of you actively told anyone that you knew each other more than most couples did. But there was just something about talking to Sunghoon outside of ice skating, acknowledging that there you had an ice skating persona as well as the persona you showed to everyone else, that frightened you. So both of you made an unspoken agreement that you’d keep your ice skater lives in the rink and outside of it. Except for right now where the transfer student who coincidentally just so happened to be an ice skater and was wondering if you’d be his partner for the upcoming showcase.

“Y/n already has a partner,” Sunghoon said, cutting in as he stood next to you. The transfer student’s eyes settled on Sunghoon,

“You’re Park Sunghoon, the guy who-”

“Almost made it into the Olympics? Yeah. And y/n and I are gonna do it together this year.” You weren’t quite sure how to feel about Sunghoon suddenly “claiming” you (not in a toxic way whatsoever, we don’t condone that here). But you did know that this meant Sunghoon knew of your existence outside of the rink.

“Says who?” you said, trying to see how this would go. He looked at you, fear flashing in his eyes at the thought of the two of you not doing this together.

“I thought, I thought we were? Are we not? We have our outfits planned and everything.”

“I mean… plans change, Hoon.” That nickname, the one only you were allowed to use for him.

“Do you not wanna do it together?”

“I’m just gonna… go,” the transfer student said.

“I do wanna do it together.”

“So then what’s the problem?”

“We kinda don’t have a relationship outside of the rink, Hoon.”

“We can make one, then. Right now.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Sunoo

You’ve always held a level of jealousy towards Sunoo. Sunoo has always been the guy who’s everyone’s friend even if he’s popular, the type of guy who waves at everyone, greets them with a smile on their face, and gets people to attend class/school events. Whereas you’re more on the introverted side, not really liking people. When it’s lunchtime, you tend to eat alone not really giving a damn about everyone else. You’re not exactly an outcast, just more comfortable  by yourself. You’ve always been jealous of how Sunoo’s open to people, talkative, and just overall likable. Because unlike him, people think you’re being mean when you’re quiet and it looks like you’re not listening to whatever it is they’re saying. Around school, Sunoo has earned the nickname Sunny while you’ve been given the nickname Winter. Everyone sees how you walk away whenever Sunoo waves at you in the halls. Everyone is aware of how you scoff whenever Sunoo does aegyo in front of you. Everyone notices how you get mad whenever he links his arm with yours. But it’s Sunoo who sees the glint in your eyes the second they meet his by your locker. It’s Sunoo who notices the slight smile that plays at the corner of your lips whenever he calls himself “ddeonu.” And it’s Sunoo who’s aware that no matter how much you protest when your arms link, you’re never the one to let go first. So he sits at the desk in front of yours during lunch, chatting his butt off about his day while stealing bites of your lunch. He gives you face masks with the excuse of “it was a buy one get one free deal and I don’t know who else to give it to.” He asks if he can style your hair playing it off as “practice.” Little by little, you begin to open up. When you see him in the halls, you start to give him a smile reserved only for him. When he does aegyo you tease him by saying that Jake does it better. And when he links his arms with yours, your pinkies intertwine. You bring an extra bag of chips for lunch and start making your portions larger to share with him. You invite him to the mall since you saw an online promo while walking by. You start to enjoy the way he plays with your hair, sometimes even craving his touch. Because we all know, the sun has its way of melting ice. 

Jungwon

Yang Jungwon, the class president, has a 100% success rate in getting field trip forms submitted on time. Well, it would be 100% if it weren’t for you. It seems as if you’ve made it your life’s mission to do everything and anything that’ll piss off Jungwon. Every time there’s a permission slip that needs to get signed, he constantly finds himself having to remind you of it so that it’d get turned in on time. Yet despite this, you always turn it in a day later. When things are kind of slow in class, you’re always talking to someone and have earned the title of the chatty kid no matter where the teacher makes you sit. Jungwon has no clue how someone as big of a procrastinator as you, always chatting with people when you don’t need to, and has your music playing so loud that everyone else hears, gets the good grades that you do. But regardless of what you do, you don’t bring down the class average so he’ll give you that. It’s time for a new seating arrangement and where does the teacher have you sit? Right next to him. So he’s dreading it, knowing that for the next 2 weeks he won’t get any work done, have to deal with you chatting to everyone, and has to be the one to catch you up when you enter class late.

“Hey,” you say with a smile as you settle in the seat next to his. He likes your smile, he won’t lie. But you’re annoying as hell. One week goes by as a back and forth of you constantly making efforts to get on Jungwon’s nerves but he returns the favor while teasing you back. With the two of you as partners, he starts to notice some things about you. Things like how you play with your thumb before raising your hand to answer the question. He sees that your notes are full of rushed scribbles and you dot your i’s close to the center but not just there. Your binder is covered with artwork of things you like and photos of you and your friends. Amidst your chattiness and tardiness, he finds himself looking forwards to certain things. He looks forward to your messy hair as you rush in 15 minutes late and start scribbling your notes in an effort to catch up. He looks forwards to how your conversations become a distraction from lectures. And he wonders to himself, what it’d be like if he were a photo in your binder.

As the second week continues, you start to see things differently with Jungwon. His reminders become less annoying and more useful as you take it in mind. When you’re late, he already has a second copy of the notes waiting for you on your desk. He buys you stickers for your binder using the excuse of “I stole it from my sister.” Before either of you realize it, it’s time for a new seating chart.

“Guess you’re happy to get rid of me, Wonie,” you joke as the two of you stood up to head to your new seats.

“I want you to sit across from me,” you hear him say.

“Huh?”

“At the Eggy Cafe on our first date,” he says before heading to his new seat.

Ni-ki

Dance class, it’s exhausting. Countless hours spent practicing a choreography that only lasts for a few minutes. Constantly getting yelled at by your teacher when you take a wrong step. Continuously in an unspoken competition with the best dancer of the school, Nishimura Riki. Ni-ki fools around during practices, usually to get on your nerves. Whenever you buy bungeoppang at the stall in front of the school, half of it instantly belongs to Ni-ki as he takes a bite when you’re not looking. Whenever the two of you are the only ones who’ve got the choreography down, sometimes you’ll slow things down to piss him off. There’s a flow to Ni-kis dances that no one else can replicate, a flow he was born with and can never be taught. Everyone, including him, is aware of this. But you’ve always been different from everyone else. All his life, he’s been told how good at dancing he is but you criticize him. While the others applaud his performance, your eyes are watching his every move. He almost hates how well you can spot the mistakes he can’t even see on himself. But as time goes on, these little competitions start to develop between you two, even outside of dance. When dance class ends, the two of you race to see who’ll get to the bungeoppang stall first. Last one there pays for bungeoppang. This is the competition you let Ni-ki win, using “I’m already tired from dancing” as an excuse. In the mornings, you compete to get to first period. Loser pays for lunch. This is the competition where there’s a middle ground between you two. Sometimes you win, sometimes he wins, other times you enter class together. When walking home, you compete to get to the bottom of the stairs at the subway station first. Whoever loses has to carry the other’s bag until you get home. Ni-ki lets you win this one, using “If I ran any faster I’d trip,” as an excuse. These small competitions become the things you look forward to throughout the week, enjoying the thrill of small moments with Ni-ki. At one point, the two of you (on separate occasions) talked to Jungwon about the competitions, telling your side. To the both of you, he says the same thing. “Why don’t you see who asks the other out first and plans the better date?”

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misi's beyblade AUs masterpost

i like making AUs, i have many of them, here's a post of them from oldest to newest. (at least approximately) (the ones that got no art of them have photos from unsplash. i just enjoy setting the mood)

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Magical boy AU takao is an ordinary middle schooler who one day gets dragoon the magical spinning top from a cute little azure dragon, seiryuu, and transforms into a magical boy to protect the world from evil for some cosmic reasons that i haven't come up with yet. the rest of the characters have similar powers from their holy beasts and takao needs to gather up his team to fight the evil and. you get the drill is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 is there a fic of it? no note: i originally created this just because i like designing the outfits so i haven't planned the story much (this used to be my main focus but then 4kingdoms happened GJSDHGHSDG) i'd want to though, i'll get back to it eventually...at some point...... one of the charm points of this AU is that the holy beasts are these digimon-like animals that hang out with the characters and each have their own personalities.

Fairy tale monster AU takao and gramps live in a cabin in the middle of a forest full of monsters and takao decides one day to venture out to look for a silver-haired boy he once saw, he meets up with the other BBA characters one by one in the grim woods. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: my oldest halloween fic. the characters are all these different cute spooky creatures and it's intended to sound like a fairy tale.

One day, he determined that the time was ripe: Takao decided to leave for an adventure. For his grandfather was old, it was not at all unusual for him to lay down to bed before sundown. Once the hut had fallen in drowsy silence, Takao packed his one and only bag with what little he felt he needed, took his cap and jacket, and stepped over the doorsill. He had left the safe warmth of the hut behind.

Royal fantasyverse AU (the tale of four kingdoms) takes place in a fantasy universe with four kingdoms (east, west, south & north) created by the four holy beasts, in an era where each kingdom happens to be ruled by an exceptionally young king due to their respective circumstances. when the four meet for the first time, a snowball of events is set in motion that's going to affect all four kingdoms. is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 is there a fic of it? yes 1 / 2 note: like a period drama with magic and gay and tons of worldbuilding. probably has way too many mysteries for the boys to solve because i have no self control when it comes to creating twists. this is The one AU that i have crammed every usable canon character into, i need enough people to inhabit four fucking countries

After creating the four lands, the holy beasts created people to inhabit them. Because the beasts were celestial beings and couldn't but guard people and the world they lived in from far above, they needed human vessels to lead the four nations. Thus they created four kings who would rule over other people using the four beast’s powers. The four kings were neither human nor gods, but something between – they were messengers, or icons, of the four holy beasts.

Omegaverse AU a canon divergence AU (i guess??) where genders are replaced by A/B/O and everyone being either canine or feline. max is a late bloomer canine and finds out he's the only alpha of the BBA boys thanks to a certain feline omega. is there art of it? not really but i do have dog boy max and cat boy rei art (which are a bit too cute for this kinkfest. i mean they're obviously aged up for the real thing.) 1 / 2 is there a fic of it? it's been in the works for like, five years but i always shy away from finishing it note: it's omegaverse, it's exactly what you'd expect. the smut is so filthy i've been too embarrassed to even post it. hiromi is also an alpha by the way

Coffee shop AU highschooler rei goes on a venture to hit on a local Hot University Teacher and coffee shop owner judy in a cafe owned by her, ends up receiving a bunch of flirty cups of latte from barista max working there. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: i mean, rei being into blonde MILFs is pretty much canon

Now that Rei looked at the boy more carefully, he realised his hair was just as fair and eyes just as blue as he knew Judy Mizuhara's to be. Maybe they were related? It wasn't that strange if Judy had hired a relative's kid to help out at the shop, right? He certainly looked American, but he had spoken Japanese. And then, all of a sudden, the boy turned to look back to him. Startled, Rei blinked his own golden brown eyes and shifted them back to his now empty cup. God, it was rude to stare at someone, wasn't it? He'd been too deep in thought to even notice doing it. Not that the boy had looked judgmental – he only seemed to wear a smile.

Soulmate AU max keeps having dreams with peculiar scenarios about a boy named rei. one day he borrows a book on soulmates from hiromi and finds a chapter talking about meeting your soulmate in the realm of dreams. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: i don't even care for soulmate AUs, this was my own dare to myself to find a single soulmate trope that interested in me enough to write a thing of it.

Max was walking through a crowded airport, carrying a heavy backpack with him. He had never been to this airport in his life, but somehow he knew exactly where he was, and where he was supposed to go. And he was in a hurry, and Rei had at some point emerged from the crowd, as usual, keeping up with him without bumping into any of the people that should have blocked his way. “I'm sorry, this is probably my fault,” Rei said. “I haven't even travelled in ages anymore, but these dreams just keep coming back to haunt me.”

Chess player AU rei is a young chinese chess champion participating in the world junior championships, ends up falling for the american chess prodigy max somehow in the process and is determined to get to play against him again. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: so this is one of the weirder ones i've done. it was inspired simply by me having a very vivid mental image of a scene of them playing dramatic chess together. this is probably my most underrated AU even by myself, i think the writing is pretty solid for such a short story of a topic i know practically nothing about

As a child, Rei had initially been taught to play xiàngqí, a Chinese game much more popular back in his home country; but chess with its refined, uniquely shaped pieces was love at first sight for the young Rei. He was a fast thinker and had amazing concentration skills once he set his mind on something, and he also had an outstanding memory, making it easy to memorise game patterns he once saw and then use them for his advantage. This all granted him natural talent in chess. But despite his skill, he had a bad habit of easily losing his temper and becoming indecisive once his focus wavered. Also, he was just a tad bit too sentimental. These traits often became his worst enemy in important matches, much worse than the actual opposing player. Keep your cool. Focus. Play well.

Flower shop + fake dating AU yuriy doesn't really know anything about flowers but is working part-time in a flower shop for the easy cash. he keeps getting a pair of weird customers who ask about flower language for hypothetical situations. is there art of it? not by myself and i don’t have a link to the fanart made of it unfortunately is there a fic of it? yes note: did i write this for valentine's day? i feel like i maybe did. this is my only AU (and fic in general) so far that's about a non-BBA character as the main lmao

“So, I need some advice for a particular situation,” the customer then began, idly tapping the counter with his hand. “I mean, not a real situation, of course – hypothetically speaking, if someone was just pretending to be going out with another person, but they weren't really going but it just needed to seem that way to everyone else, what kinda flowers would get the message through?” Possibly an idiot, Yuriy concluded his analysis. “So you need suitable flowers for a date,” he stated, shooting his eyes at his notes about common flower-usage.

Classical music AU (the heart that i love) max is a piano prodigy attending a classical music college that holds annual music competitions for the students. he's got some haters for being the son of a world-known pianist who's one of the teachers, but he also ends up having a budding romance with rei the mysterious chinese violinist. is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 is there a fic of it? yes note: the origin of this was my "max and mao are besties" college AU. then it got mixed in with my thirst for classical instruments and max being bullied.

Max isn’t exactly a synesthet, but he has always been able to see music as pictures – as entire sceneries, as great adventures. This tendency of his emerges especially strong whenever he’s learning to play a new piece on the piano; as he moves along the melody, the scenery is also being built around him like a jigsaw puzzle, creating a complete picture piece by piece; and once he has mastered the song, he’s able to freely traverse and immerse himself in the world inside that puzzle. Some pieces have a more relaxed or soothing scenery than others, some are exciting and thrilling – even deliciously sinister in the way that a good horror film can be. Setting himself down in front of a piano is always an invitation to a world of his choice.

Bakeneko AU after moving to a small rural town in japan, max hits his head and starts seeing things, such as a weird white cat following him around. after a while, he's convinced that he's being haunted. is there art of it? yes is there a fic of it? yes note: another halloween AU, a more surreal one where max is human and rei is. well. not

Max kept walking, his eyes still on the narrow road. He hadn't noticed while deep in thought, but it really was quiet that evening. The sun had nearly set by now, leaving the sky striped with the dusk of the approaching nightfall. There was no wind to rustle the treetops, no birds chirping, nothing. Only the sound of Max's own footsteps on the pavement, and the matching sound that followed. Followed. What if someone actually was following him? A sudden, violent chill struck down Max's spine, causing his hair to stand on end. He stopped. After a short delay, the steps also stopped.

Genderbend AU a canon divergence AU where everyone's a different gender from canon (duh). starts off as an alternate version of the g-revolution world championships where the girls meet for the first time and befriend each other. rei is a professional model in addition to being a blader in the baihus, and max from the PPB is delighted to be able to battle her. she has no idea that rei has fallen for her at first sight, though. is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 is there a fic of it? it's... in the works. note: i created this because i wanted to design attractive girls, what about it. absolutely partial to maxine's huge badonkadonks.

It wasn’t like Rei hadn’t already taken notice of her before, given that they were participating in the same world championship tournament, but the real turning point was the first time they stood on the opposing sides of a bey stadium. It was the day when the match-up roster signalled the match between the Chinese team and the American team, the Baihus versus the PPB All Starz; and despite both teams consisting of five players, it came down to, to Rei’s immense joy, the tag team of Rai and herself against the two most interesting US players, Rikki Anderson and Mizuhara Maxine.

Vampire & merboy AU rei is a starved vampire just about to end his own life when he meets merboy max at a forest lake. is there art of it? of max yes is there a fic of it? yes note: yet another halloween monster AU, this time they are both monsters though. this one’s a pretty grim one i have to admit

Rei succumbed into deep thought, considering his few options, when something grabbed his unsuspecting hand. Something yanked him forward in one mad splash and forced not only the rest of his arm but also his shoulders and head underwater. Half a second later Rei, so badly startled that he’d come close to slipping into insanity, found himself staring at a pair of bright blue eyes only inches away from his own face. His other hand and lower body still firmly on land, Rei pulled himself back with strength that he didn’t even know his weak body still contained. As he did, he also pulled up whatever was clutching his hand, which turned out to be another hand – a white hand with elongated, dirty fingers, so sharp at the tips that they looked like daggers.

Mafia AU max is the boss of the BBA mafia family, rei is a hitman and max's right hand man, the rest have various roles in the organisation. salima, mariam and some other girls (at least) are reporters doing investigative journalism on organised crime who get interested in covering the story of a group of russian elite detectives doing a thorough investigation of the BBA. is there art of it? of rei and max yes 1 / 2 / 3 is there a fic of it? it's in the works but it's just a gratuitous reimax smut note: this is a story i wish existed but this kind of police investigation action thing is so not my genre of expertise. that's why i'm just doing a PWP of my boys and the rest exists on conceptual level

“Did you know,” Salima said, perfectly peppy about it, “that there are secret underground auctions for stolen artwork that’s sold in the black market? Not just online auctions in the dark web but actual, physical events held somewhere in the city! Isn’t that so intriguing? Can you imagine how an event like that would look like, Max?” Max can – in fact, he doesn’t need to imagine. But he’d rather not think about it; the memories bring the familiar taste of bile in his mouth and make his gut curdle with a mixture of disgust and very particular guilt. The mere thought of it makes him set his coffee aside and bring a hand between his tightly shut eyes.

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the next thing i come up with? who knows............

[planetcallisto]

— waltz of the jerk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: typical highschool banter

word count: 1820

A/N: finally got to one of the requests!! Ahh I hope you like it anonie! I really liked writing this one,,,the other request will be out soon too please enjoy!

Competition was your middle name. Jeon was Jungkook’s last name. 

You step into class, your bag hanging off one of your shoulders, and realise your music teacher decided to shuffle around your assigned desks today. Funny how they waited until the last week of your last year in highschool to give the students a little bit of time to just have fun. Though, how fun could a competition about playing some nursery rhyme on an instrument with a random partner be? Not too exciting considering you find your name tag on a desk beside him all the way at the back of the class. Mr. Jeon I’m-good-at-everything Jungkook.

By the front of the class sit your two friends, who just happened to be partnered with each other, probably not until they bribed Namjoon, one of the kinder guys in your class, with some chips to switch places. They send you lop-sided smiles and point to the back wall.

“Now’s your chance,” Namjoon whispers to you.

You kick him in the shin and he gasps, sticking his tongue out at you.

Just because Jungkook was always sitting a couple seats away from you in every class, and just because sometimes you found yourself staring at the way his fingers tugged at his uniform’s tie or how you could see more of his tattoos when he rolled his sleeves up to play his guitar didn’t mean you thought of him as anything more than pure competition. Sure, you with your flute and him with his guitar did not put you guys on the same playing field, but it was still fun to push his buttons. You were a band kid and he was a band kid.

Jungkook pushes his large round glasses up his nose as he lifts his gaze from his fingers on the guitar’s fretboard to you. A grin pulls at the side of his lips. It's not the soft kind smile you usually see him wear during class. It's a competitive smirk.

“We meet again,” He breathes, leaning back in the squeaky plastic chair.

You throw your backpack to the ground and place your flute case on your desk, “Did you do this Jeon?”

You don’t look at him as you assemble your flute.

“You think I purposefully put us together?”

You cross your arms and turn to him, watching his grin grow wider, “Yes, I do think you would do that Jeon.”

He scoffs in your face and rests his guitar against the wall behind him. The sleeves of his white uniform dress shirt scrunch just above his elbows as he rests one on the table, with his head leaning on his hand. A strand of wavy hair falls just in front of his eye and skims his jaw line.

“Do you enjoy calling me by my last name? Is Jeon a term of endearment for you?”

Your eyebrows pull together, “You must be insane to think anything I call you would be endearing.”

He reaches up to tuck his hair behind his ear. At the beginning of the school year you overheard him telling his bandmate Jimin how he’d like to grow out his hair to look more like the lead singer of an indie band. Something about the tattoos, the long hair and the double helix ear piercing made you angry, but in a I want to beat his ass for being so attractive sort of way. And all of that manifested itself into really, really heavy flirting, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

“You’re just scared to say my first name,” his free hand presses down on the keys of your flute as you put it down, “because then you’d be admitting I exist.”

“When I kicked your ass at yesterday’s poetry challenge in English, you existed then,” you smirk at him, “you existed in second place that is.”

He pulls his hand back and sits up straight, wiping his hands on his black slacks, “Well, you’re lucky we’re in a group today or else you know for a fact I would’ve beat you.” He scrunches his nose, lifting his arms over his head and stretching them out before grabbing his guitar and resting it on his lap.

“You’re such a conceited asshole,” you mumble, lifting your flute to your lips and blowing a few notes until it’s in tune. 

He strums a couple of chords on his guitar, taking a sheet of paper passed down from the row ahead of yours and placing it in the middle of the desk. A scoff leaves his lips, “It looks like you’re going to have to play Waltz of the Flowers with a conceited asshole. Romantic, isn’t it?”

Tchaikovsky is one of your favourite composers, and you’ve heard this piece no less than 100 times. It'll be a breeze for you.

You look over at him, “Romantic? Have you even seen the Nutcracker?”

His fingers quickly tug at the strings of his guitar in tune with Waltz of the Flowers. He goes through half of the song before answering you, “Nope. You wanna watch it with me?”

The familiar grin is plastered on his face, this time it reaches his eyes and for a moment, it feels sincere. But only for a moment.

“Jeon-”

“Jungkook,” he corrects you.

You shake your head, “No. Jeon-”

“Just call me Jungkook.”

Your feet push into the ground and you grit your teeth, “No. I’ll keep calling you Jeon-”

“But my name is Jungkook,” he chuckles. 

You take a deep breath, putting your flute down in fear you might snap it in half if he laughs one more time, “Your name is also Jeon isn’t it? Or did you suddenly drop your last name?”

His lips form an “O”, “Look at you being all snarky.”

“Listen Jeon, the teacher is going to call on us in like five-”

“Thought you already knew how to play this piece? Or were you lying to impress me hm?”

Your knuckles turn white as your grasp onto the edges of your chair, “Why would I ever need to impress you?”

He cocks his head to the side, his eyes scanning your face: the way your lips form a pout but your jaw is tense, how your eyebrows are drawn together and your eyes glare at him. He loves driving you up the wall.

“Because I’m your only competition and you’d do anything to get me to go easy on you?” He smiles softly, like he’s just read your mind. His eyes curve into crescents as he giggles watching you stumble over what you’re going to say next.

“God, stop looking at me like that,” you mutter, releasing your death grip on the chair and feeling blood rush back into your fingers.

“God? Thought my name was Jeon.”

You stay silent and look away from him, tugging the music sheet closer to you to quickly study the notes and accents.

He rambles, “So you do think I’m better than you huh? Do you admit I’m your competition? Or would you rather continue to not acknowledge my existence? Because it’s kinda hard for me to ignore yours when all you do is argue with me about why Clair De Lune is Debussy’s best work when clearly…”

In your mind, you’ve already replaced his voice with the notes of Waltz of the Flowers. The strings crescendo as you move to the climax of the piece and you can hear your flute play the quick eighth notes. 

“But then you told me that Moonlight Sonata was way way too overhyped and I thought you were crazy because why and how could it ever be overhyped when it's been proven to be one of the most influential-”

Your jaw tenses. His voice cuts through the gentle flute in your mind and all you can hear is him. Is this when you cut him off? Is this the perfect moment to shut him up for the rest of the class? Yes. It is.

You press your hand to your desk and you glare at him, “Oooh you wanna kiss me so bad.”

A mix of fear and confusion flash along his features. His brown eyes go wide and his mouth stays open, but no words come out. Even though the rest of the class is still loud, playing their assortment of pieces, your mind is quiet. All you hear is the dial tone of a phone after someone’s hung up and then silence. 

Just as fast as the words left your mouth, and before you can ask him to focus on the task at hand, his lips push against yours, with his tattooed hand gently holding your chin. Slowly, he moves his lips against yours before leaning back into his chair, letting his fingers linger on your chin.

His hand retracts and rests back on the strings of his guitar and he giggles, his nose scrunching and his eyes smiling with the rest of his face, “How did you know I wanted to kiss you?”

He’s relaxed, fingers absentmindedly strumming something on his guitar, tongue dragging across his teeth as his smile grows, his hair falls softly against his cheeks. He doesn’t look away from you, instead following your eyes as you try to think about anything other than how the touch of his hand and the feel of his lips jumbled your entire mind. Every time you heard Waltz of the Flowers play in your mind all you could think of is his stupid smile and the way he so, without any concern for the rest of society, kissed you. 

You hate to admit it, “You win, Jeon.”

“Not enough for you to finally call my Jungkook?”

Sweat accumulates on the palms of your hands as your warm touch comes in contact with the cold metal of your flute.

“Will you at least look at me so I know you mean it.”

You can’t help but laugh and rest your eyes back on his. “Not enough to call you…” you clear your throat, “Jungkook.”

“You know,” he fiddles with the stud earrings sitting at the cuff of his ear, “the theatre is putting on their version of the Nutcracker in a few weeks…”

There’s silence between you two. In all your interactions with Jungkook, either he’s rambling, or you’re shouting at him, or vice versa. Never have either of you stopped talking altogether. 

He speaks up, “Um, it’d be cool if you came with me to watch it. Only so you can tell me how it doesn’t live up to the original, of course.”

You shove your hand forward and his brows pull up on his forehead, “Deal.” His fingers brush your palm before you close your hand into a fist, “On one condition.”

“What is it?”

Your fingers uncurl and you grab his hand, letting his fingers fold against your palm, “Only if we beat everyone else today.”

He shakes your hand, but doesn’t let go, “Deal.”

[morepeachyogurt]

a sky full of stars (and she was looking at her)

Word Count- 2.8k

Pairing- Penemily

Summary- Penemily highschool au where they are paired up on a English assignment! Based on this post.

Part 1 of my, maybe we’re from the same star, series

Read it here on ao3

Tw’s- very small mentions of substances, minor swearing

A/N- this is the first installment of a series based on my yearning posts, and my first time writing romance/3rd pov, I’d love some feedback!

It’s hard to miss Penelope Garcia. With her bright clothes and brighter personally it seems like the sun shines a spotlight on her. Her golden hair is like a halo around her, she looks like an angel, and perhaps one of these days Emily will get the courage to talk to her beyond small talk and group presentations. She’s pulled out of her thoughts when the shrill bell rings, too loudly for her tastes but this whole building seems to scream at her, so perhaps it’s fitting.

Ms. Blake starts to talk about ancient poetry. The greats from the time periods before everything got so complicated. English is not Emily’s favorite class but somehow Blake’s class is more or less interesting, is it because she’s a milf? Maybe, who’s to say. As the class nears its end, she announces, “Alright, as we close out our poetry unit, we have one last assignment that hopefully at least one of you will enjoy, it’s a group project where-” immediately two hands go up ready to ask the question that always gets asked when a group project is announced. “Before you ask, no, you aren’t picking your partners, I am,” a collective groan comes out of about half the class. Emily isn’t too mad about it though, she doesn’t have many friends, especially in honors English. JJ barely passes English as it is. She’s all alone here, so she’s glad she doesn’t have to suffer through the awkwardness of trying to find a partner before everyone else does and ending up with the one kid who she’s pretty sure has been high the entire year and likes to leer at her in the hallway. “For this assignment, you’ll have to analyze one famous poem, from whatever time period you’d like, and write an essay about the poet’s intentions. If you’d like extra credit, which I know for a fact some of you need, you can do a reading of the poem in front of the class or do a drawing that represents it. Any questions?”

The classroom fills with questions of ‘when is this due?’ And ‘this sucks do we have to do this’. Emily however, is distracted by one very colorful girl in the upper left corner of the room, her spot in the back lets her admire the view without being caught, which tends to make it difficult to pay attention, but well, some things are just more fun than others. Her attention is drawn back to Blake when she hears her name followed by Penelope Garcia.

Oh shit.

On the one hand, this is exactly the opportunity she’d been looking for to ‘make her move’ so to speak, on the other, she’s terrified of making a fool of herself. Emily realizes that she’s been sitting for a bit too long when Blake stops talking and the rest of the class has already paired off. She catches Penelope’s eyes and tries to fight the blush of her cheeks. The sound of her docs hitting the linoleum is a bit too intense for this setting, she prefers their ‘clunk’ when it’s a crowded room, and she can walk like she owns the place. Emily sits down at the desk adjacent to Penelope and gets ready to ruin her chances with her.

“Okay! Hi! I’m Penelope! Which you already knew because Ms. Blake announced it, but it’s polite to introduce yourself to people so I thought I would do that now which I’ve done so I’ll stop talking now!”

Emily can’t help but giggle a little at her rambling, she doesn’t want her to stop talking quite yet, her voice melodic to her ears.

“So, I’m not big in poetry, I’m more of a comic book gal if you catch my drift, so I was hoping that you had some thoughts?” She drags the o in hoping and trails off waiting for Emily to fill in the blanks. It takes her a second too long because her brain is short-circuiting but she manages.

“Yeah okay, um, I’ve read some Sappho back when my mother was stationed in Greece? That could work?” she hopes bringing up Sappho wasn’t too obvious of her intentions, but it was all she could think of. Sappho had a point when she said ‘Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl’

“Yeah okay! Cool! We’ve got like 3 minutes left of class, would you want to go to Bricks and Beans after school to work on it?”

“Uh yeah, yeah, that, um, that sounds great! I’ll meet you in front of the school?”

“Yep!” She pops the ‘p’ and Emily thinks she can’t possibly get cuter.

Emily’s walk to lunch has never been quite this mix of excitement and anxiety as it is now. Hopefully, JJ will be able to make sense of what’s happening because the wires in Emily’s brain are very much twisted.

“Okay, I’m telling you it’s not a date,”

“Yeah I know it’s not technically a date but come on. I personally have never asked my group project partner to a coffee shop before. She obviously likes you.”

Jennifer Jareau has been blessed with the right combination of looks that ensures she never had to wonder if her crushes liked her back. Emily wishes she had that special brand of confidence, but it’s simply not realistic, the number of openly queer girls at school is small, the number of them that would be interested in her? Even smaller.

“Look I’m not going to be the loser that gets my heart broken all right,” she steals a fry off of JJ’s tray before her hand gets smacked.

“Ugh I’m so bored here, promise me you’ll at least try. I need some new drama around here and you two would be so fucking cute.”

“Fine. On the condition that when* it goes south you’re buying me ice cream.”

Emily’s day goes by slowly and all at once. Hours turn into years turn into seconds and before she knows it she’s awkwardly standing outside the building waiting for Penelope to meet her.

When she does, Emily’s pulse quickens ever so slightly in her presence. It’s annoying as hell.

“I was worried you were standing me up,” a futile attempt on Emily’s behalf of trying to seem calm, cool, and collected.

“What! I would never, I’ve been looking forward to getting a macchiato and hanging out with you and Sappho all day! Coolest ladies from recent history,” she has to try and stop herself from getting too excited at Penelope’s words, they don’t mean anything, she’s just some loser that she has to work with to get a good final grade in the class. A means to an end, disposable.

“I don’t think Sappho counts as recent history but thank you, ma’am,” ma’am? God, what is she doing, this is going to go south faster than the time she tried to wear ripped jeans to one of her mother’s stupid dinner parties. To her surprise, her stupid comment is met with a giggle on Penelope’s part.

“Why thank you darling,” she replies in a phony southern accent that makes them both crack up, “Lead the way.”

Bricks and Beans is the staple coffee shop where all the high schoolers hang out after school or work during college. The owners are a sweet old couple in their 70’s who seem to be reliving the past with the vintage decorations. The pair settle into a table in the back, a window next to them showing off the highway. Emily is tasked with buying the coffees and Penelope rattles off her order filled with things Emily’s never even heard of.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure the barista is laughing at me now but here is your sugar coffee with whipped cream,” she says as she slides into her seat, placing down the coffees on the minimal free space left.

“My savior,” she says, fake swooning, “Okay so, Sappho? That’s the lesbian right?”

Emily answers with a snort before actually replying, “Yeah that’s the lesbian. I’m sure Blake will love it. I’m like, 90% sure she’s gay.”

“Single English teacher who loves Oscar Wilde? Yeah, I get it. My gaydar is spectacular by the way.”

“Oh yeah?”

She nods.

“Um, yeah, okay how about this poem:

‘and in your song most of all she rejoiced.

But now she is conspicuous among Lydian women

as sometimes at sunset

the rosyfingered moon

surpasses all the stars. And her light

stretches over salt sea

equally and flowerdeep fields.

And the beautiful dew is poured out

and roses bloom and frail

chervil and flowering sweetclover.

But she goes back and forth remembering

gentle Atthis and in longing

she bites her tender mind’”

“That’s gorgeous,” Penelope had a dreamy look in her eyes, like seeing a beautiful sunset for the first time. Except, instead of a sunset she was looking at Emily, seeing her, like for the first time, “I love when artists talk about the stars,” she leans back on her chair and looks up as if she’s looking at a constellation and not an off-white popcorn ceiling. Her collarbones are exposed and Emily feels like a 17th-century peasant pining over exposed ankles, “There’s just something about the stars ya know? They’re so far away, but sometimes it feels like we’re there with them. They twinkle at us and at each other,” she pauses to make eye contact, “maybe the greatest love story is in the sky,” there’s a beat too long, Emily doesn’t know how to respond to that comment, it’s hard to follow art without ruining it.

“Or maybe I’m just a sad sap for romance.”

“No!” She gets a of couple heads turned her way, the exclamation too loud for the environment, “I mean no, I get what you mean, they’re beautiful. Sometimes at night I go on my roof just to stargaze. It’s so peaceful there,” it’s now or never, “you should do it with me someday.”

“I’d love that,” it’s almost bashful, the two of them hoping the underlying meanings of their words are being shown, lest their hopes not be conveyed and come shattering down like a falling star.

The sun slowly sets as they work on interpreting the inter-workings of Sappho’s mind. The drinks run out so Emily buys them both hot chocolate, extra whipped cream and chocolate chips for Penelope. When she takes a sip, the whipped cream sticks to the side of her face.

“You got some whipped cream on your face,” she gestures to the offender in question. The blonde tries and fails, to get it off.

“Did I get it?”

“No, it’s more,” after some failed attempts, and the failure of Emily’s common sense, she decides to just get it off herself. It feels too intimate too quick, they both freeze, Emily’s hand inches away from Penelope’s face. Their eyes lock, scared brown eyes met soft blue ones and just for a second, there is peace in between their beating hearts and hands. Emily quickly brings her hand down and mumbles an apology.

After three hours they call it a night, Emily now the proud owner of Penelope’s phone number. On her drive home, she wonders if she’d done right, and she wonders if she’d done wrong. If she was clear about what stargazing meant to her. A branch into her world, her safe space. To share the dark night sky with something is to share your soul with them. Even JJ didn’t know about her nighttime viewings. Did Penelope feel the same way? The shared smiles and small laughs pointed yes. But Penelope was Penelope and Emily was Emily. How could an angel love a human? Why would it sacrifice its virtue for the danger of love? If Penelope was pink and Emily was dark green, could they mix and make something beautiful or would they both end up a ruined brown?

Dinner is tense as always, she does not share anything with her mother, she does not want to. They tiptoe around each other hoping that they won’t step on each other’s toes and crash. Emily retreats to her room the second dinner is over and opens a window. She loves that it gets dark earlier now. The fresh fall air trumps that tacky of scented candles that fill the house in a futile attempt to make it a home. She opens her laptop to finish the concluding paragraph of their essay. She allows herself to be lost in the words of another in order to avoid her own problems of love and belonging. Her phone rings. It’s her problems. They chat with careful conversation about their project and finally, it is finished. It looks good actually, or at least, to Emily it does. It’s not going to win them a Pulitzer, but they’ll get an A.

And then, “Hey.”

“Hey?” They’ve been on the phone for a half an hour, she’s not sure why she’s being greeted all of a sudden.

“Does your offer to stargaze still stand? It’s nice out tonight and, I don’t know, it sounded nice?”

“Yeah of course! Do you, um, do you need a ride or?”

“Nah I got my license and good old Esther. I do need your address though.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll text it to you. Who’s Esther?”

“My car! She’s a lovely thing thought she needed a name. I’ll be there in say, 15 minutes?”

“Sure. Bye Penelope.”

Holy shit.

Okay, she’s got 15 minutes to both have everything ready, but also seem completely casual about the fact that her crush is coming over to stargaze on her roof. The ambassador is long retreated either in bed or into her office, so she shouldn’t be a problem. Emily grabs a couple of blankets for them to sit on to avoid the chilly breeze and a bag of popcorn. She brushes her hair and touches up her eyeliner, not that it’s really visible in the dark, but it helps her feel confident which she’s desperate for at the moment. Her phone buzzes with a text, *im here!!!* It reads. She takes a deep breath before very slowly opening the door.

“Hi,” she whispers, the wind carrying her voice, but it’s just loud enough for its recipient. She closes the door

“Hi! So! Stargazing? That’s fun, I’m like, really excited it’s been a while since I’ve done something like this,” she somehow makes a whisper seem filled with enough energy to power a flashlight that Emily definitely should have brought. They make their way to the intersection where the hill meets the rooftop, and they only trip once, on a stick, but together they stay upright. Emily throws the blankets on the roof and climbs up on the chair before throwing her body on the roof. With her help, Penelope makes her way up after a couple of tries. By the time they lay the blankets out and are sitting down, they’re both practically crying from laughter, her nerves from earlier disappearing slowly.

The laughter fizzles out, and they’re both left staring at the stars. Penelope apparently is an expert of both astronomy and astrology so Emily’s ears are blessed with the sound of her voice. Like sunshine on a sweet summer day. She thinks that Penelope and her are like the sun and the moon, both beautiful, and complementary. Emily’s gaze shifts from the constellations to Penelope’s side profile. The stars shine almost as bright as her, and she can’t help but watch her instead. She can see the stars in her eyes, perhaps they were always there, but they’re more visible now looking in their reflection.

“God they’re beautiful,” Penelope says in awe. Like she can’t believe she’s blessed with the presence of the stars when really it is the stars who should have the honor.

“Yeah, yeah they are,” at this point she’s openly gazing at Penelope. When Penelope turns to meet her gaze she thinks she’s been caught, that it’s over and this night will be one for the ages in terms of beauty and heartbreak. Slowly, a hand makes its way to her cheek, cold like the air around them, but it somehow manages to set her skin on fire.

“May I?”

Emily nods and then they are lips on hers, it is sweet just like her. She’s being kissed under the starlight by a girl who deserves only beauty. Perhaps her dark green can be the field by the sunset of Penelope’s pink in the painting they make together. They do not have to mix, they can simply be combined to create something stunning. They can simply be. They pull apart slowly, and looking into her eyes, Emily thinks that the stars in comparison are simply dull. There is nothing as bright and beautiful in the world as the eyes of your lover.

Tag list- @royalpenelope @scandinavian-punk @kermitsaysgayrights

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

This Is How It Feels (number five x reader)

A/N: i made it into a fic,, like a highschool au,, hope you enjoy like,, idk, u know them typical fics where its like ‘i dare you to graft them’ or ‘pretend to date’ and then then end up liking each other or,, i dunno. I got pure carried away sorry.(ok so i made some names up for people so, your best friend is: Beth and Beths older brother is: Dante) i havent proof read sorry :(

spazclaiire said: hii could i request headcanons or a fix of excuses five has used to hold your hand or ‘four times five had an excuse to hold your hand and the one time he went for it’ please? thank youu

words:3350

Books weighed down your arms as they spilled over the threshold of your carrying limits, they were heavy, a mix of ring binders and oversized textbooks were making you sway like a drunk man. People barging past in steady streams didn’t help your balancing act either, stumbling every few seconds hoping that the library got closer quicker. 

Swinging open the door to the library your eyes scan the room for the table you and your friends usually sit at and by ‘usually’ you actually mean every single break you get, whether its just for 5 minuets or the full hour you get for lunch or free periods. The table in question even had all your names written on the underside along with other random scribblings and doodles. You make eye contact with a few people on your table as you get closer.

“Y/n, I’ve got some tea to spill, and it involves you!” Beth excitably suggests. Beth always had some new tea to spill, she was a see all hear all person, it also helped that her older brother was in the year above and in the group of the schools self proclaimed ‘bad boys’. She always knows what they’re planning, the who, what, why and where, she had it down to a T.

Speaking of ‘T’, any tea involving you wasn’t good, there had been drama circulating about you before and it took long enough for that to die down. You sigh, hoping it’s got nothing to do with the group of ‘bad boys’. “Go on then, spill.”

“Five Hargreeves has his eyes on you.” Of course, Five was the year above and one of the smartest students in the entire school. The only reason he even knew who you were is because his best friend is Beth’s brother and you were in his AP physics. He was also classed as the fittest boy in school with the worst reputation yet the cleanest slate. 

“For god’s sake, why?” The last thing you wanted was for Five to actually care about who you were, he was a heart breaker, something that you just didn’t need.

“I’m not too sure, I haven’t heard much about the plan, but there is a plan so just be cautious. He’s probably after you because you’re fit.” You smile at her words. “Are you in the art building for lunch again?” You just nod in response.

You had been spending an increasing amount of time in the art buildings, it was just a soft and aesthetically pleasing environment to be in and it meant you’d actually get your work done. You could sit and draw for hours but with how hectic life was the art buildings was a safe getaway. So at lunchtime that’s where you found yourself, aimlessly painting the view out of the window, fields and trees and streams filled the canvas. You were in your own world, minding your own business. 

“Your painting is really pretty, but not as pretty as you.” There it was, not only half a day after being warned about Five Hargreeves he was already trying to chat you up. He was leant against a wall behind you, scanning your figure and the painting. “And I was here thinking you were just a brain and a pretty face.” It was a pitiful, low effort attempt and a half-arsed compliment.

“What do you want, Hargreeves?” It may of sounded harsh but you didn’t want to deal with his bad attempts at flirting.

“Harsh much,” He jokingly placed a hand over his heart. “Listen I need a favour, all you have to do is walk out of this building holding my hand and pretend to date me for about 2 days maybe.” A shockingly fake smile spread across his face as he held his hand out.

“So let me guess,” You tapped your finger on your chin, mockingly thinking. “I’ll pretend to date you, you’ll win some sort of bet and then the best part is when you tell everyone we shagged then you dumped me right after!” You returned his bittersweet fake smile. “I’m going to have to pass Hargreeves, I’d rather not be apart of one of your silly little games.” 

With a tut, he turned around to leave the block not before having the last word. “You’ll fall in love with me eventually y/n, they always do.” You could help but to scoff as he walked out of the room, he was too cocky, all the years he always had any girl he ever wanted to drop at his feet but not you.

Time ticked away slowly until it came to AP Physics, it was a brutal way to end the day often ending with being completely worn out. You were concentrating on rearranging the equations that needed to be used, it was going well until a piece of scrunched paper landed where you were writing. You simply brush it to the side and continue with your work, you had a faint idea who it was from seen as Five sat on the opposite side of your table of 4, ideal, you know.

“y/n.”  His foot playfully tapped yours, causing you to roll your eyes. “Open it.” 

So you did, only to be met with the more than classy words ‘my offer still stands ;)’ You couldn’t believe it, looking him in the eyes you pretended to ponder his decision, swiftly followed by tearing the note up and sliding it back over to him. Fives mouth hung open, you smugly go back to what you were working on. 

Five was relatively quite for the rest of the class, resulting in it going much quicker than it normally would. He would sometimes answer questions but other than that there was no more chew from Five. In a blink of an eye it was time to go home to rest and recuperate from a long day of lessons, to prepare for the exact same the next day, the same as you do every day.

Five paced around his room, he hadn’t lost a bet yet and he wasn’t going to start losing them now. It was a simple bet, make y/n fall for him. Five didn’t particularly want to follow through with this bet, it wasn’t fair on y/n seen as she hadn’t done anything wrong to Five. Dante had only made Five do the bet as he knew Five used to have a slight thing for y/n, it was almost comedically convenient that Dante’s younger sister was best friends with y/n, Dante couldn’t help himself whenever y/n was around his house with Beth to make a comment about it. But despite all this, he couldn’t lose the bet.

The next day, Five had a plan, he knew that in AP Physics the teacher was about to set a new project to be completed in pairs, so naturally he went straight to the teacher. “Sir, for that paired project I really think I should work with y/n, we’d work so well together.” He practically begged his teacher.

“I’ll think about it Five, but if I do place you together, please make an effort to improve your behaviour. It’s your last year and you have such great potential, don’t waste it.” The spiel was met by a roll of Fives eyes followed by a muttered ‘sure’. Five regularly got this talk all the time, everyone says that he needs to focus his academic knowledge into something, anything, but he’s just not motivated by anything. Everything had either been invented or is being invented so there was just no point in trying.

The weekend drew closer with every ticking minuet, teasing you with every small movement of the hands, counting down like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. You were sat in your last lesson, AP Physics, took your seat and took out your supplies. You lazily observed as the rest of your class walked in, you gave and received a few smiles to and from various classmates until last person the last person in, Five Hargreeves, he waltzed into the room with confidence oozing from him. 

Before Five had a chance to speak the teacher was already up and writing the title on the board ‘electromagnetism’. As soon as the words appeared on the board a collective groan of despair was heard throughout the room. 

“So,” The teacher started, clearly enjoying the sudden drop in mood. “I know how much you all love electromagnetism, so what were going to do is work in pairs to create a powerpoint and a poster covering all the aspects of electromagnetism!” The room livened up a bit at the prospect of working with a friend, that was until the teacher continued. “I have put you in pairs, so listen in as I call the pairs out and then move next to your new physics partner.”

People moved about the room to sit next to their project partner, you listened closely to hear who you’d be partnered with this time. “Y/n?” “Sir.” “You’re with Five Hargreeves.” You see Fives face light up as he slides his books across the desk the the seat next to yours, the smug grin never leaving his face once. 

You begin to write down what you had to do for the presentation, feeling Fives eyes stare into the side of your head. “So over the weekend can you do as much research on magnetic flux, flux density and field strength and I’ll cover BH curves and permeability, does that sound good?”  

“Why don’t we just meet up over the weekend and make a start together?” He nudged your elbow, your pen run up your page, ruining the word you were writing.

“Can’t. I’m working all weekend.” Which was met with a small ‘o’ from Five, he turns way and messily scribbles on a sheet of paper and then slides it back over to you. 

“Well if you can’t meet up this weekend then at least have my number.” You slightly smile and fold the piece of paper up and slip it into your notebook. Before Five could slip in another word the bell rang, signalling the end of the day. You say your goodbyes and begin the walk home, it was a fairly long walk home maybe reaching around 30 minuets but it was always a pretty sight to walk through the woods during the spring, pink petals from the cherry blossoms littered the ground, colouring the dull world waking up from winter.

Once home you stared at the crumpled paper with Fives number on it, also noticing the smaller scribbled snapchat username. It felt like a smarter decision just to add him on snap for now but save his number in your contacts, just in case. As soon as you added him he accepted within a matter of seconds, followed by a picture message ‘hey x’ it read. You simply send a picture back of your blank wall and place your phone down, you let a small laugh as your phone buzzes again. 

Sitting at your desk, you pulled out your books and your laptop to make a start on the physics work. You just couldn’t help but check what Five had responded, clicking his name you were met with his face in a pout. You respond with a picture of you sticking your tongue out, which got a response quickly. This stream of photos carried on until the early hours of the morning not even realising the time and that in a mere 6 hours you had to go to work, you send ‘night’ to Five and place your phone on the side, a small smile on your face as you drifted to sleep.

Five laid awake, considering calling the bet off all together. Hours of talking to y/n only felt like minuets, Five wanted to get to know y/n on his own terms not on the terms of a bet. He shouldn’t of accepted the bet to begin with, his competitiveness got the best of him. 

The weekend went far to quickly for your liking, mixed with work and school work. Five was also non-stop messaging you throughout the weekend, he found a way to talk to you about everything and anything, often sending long video messages of him walking round his giant house, you could always hear the shouts of his siblings in the background.

Monday nights were the one night of the week that you enjoyed, Monday was movie night at Beth’s house. The night usually went that straight after school you’d take over the living room, bringing out the blankets and extra pillows, you would both then decide what films to watch and what food to get. Once that was all done you’d both bunker down and start the movies, getting ready for a long night.

About halfway through the first movie Five and Dante slowly made their way into the main room, stealing some of your pizza before sitting down on the sofa to join you. Five took a seat next to you while Dante sat on an armchair, Five pulled your blanket so it was covering both of you, leaning back into the sofa you could feel physically how close he was to you and it was driving you mad.

Beth caught your eyes and wiggled her eyebrows, you responded by sending a cheeky wink with a joking smile. As the night moved on and the movies continued, you and Five slowly moved closer throughout the movie marathon, it couldn’t of been helped, you were both like two magnets. 

The final scene in The Breakfast Club was playing, both Beth and Dante had already fallen asleep, you felt Fives hand touch the side of yours. You slightly push your hand back against his, welcoming the warmth as his touch, your reaction invited him to link his fingers with yours. Light from the TV bounced off the features of his face, defining his angled lines of his face, you couldn’t deny that he was handsome, very handsome. 

The screen of the TV turned dark as you used the remote to switch it off, a dim glow of the moon shone through the open windows, the moment was romantic, overly romantic but it was the sleepiness making you ignore the voice that was screaming that he didn’t mean it, he had an end game and you couldn’t forget that. 

You pulled your hand from Five and lean over to Beth and lightly shake her shoulders. “Beth, its 20 past 1, I think it’s time to go to bed.” She responds by making some unclear noises and began to sit up, you smile and stand up pulling her with you. You spare a glance back at Five before continuing upstairs, unable to stop the tingling feeling in your hand.

Eventually, you had to meet up with Five to work on the physics project, you both hadn’t spoken since Monday night. Well not exactly, Five had been messaging you a lot but you just hadn’t been responding because all you could think about was if he had a possible end game. You didn’t want to get played by Five.

You heard soft steps getting closer, you look up to meet Fives eyes. “Hey.” He spoke in a soft voice in the quiet library. He pulled a chair out from besides you and sat down, pulling his textbooks out of his bag. You both made small talk during your work, it was a nice atmosphere in the library, a nice atmosphere between you and Five with no looming pressure after what happened Monday night.

A breeze drifted through the large room, causing you to break out in goosebumps and shiver. You decided that morning that you could just wear a T-shirt with no jacket as the sun was out, how wrong you were when dark clouds swarmed over. 

“Do you want to borrow my hoodie?” Five asked, but he was already taking it off to give to you.

“Oh no Five it’s okay, it’s my own fault I forgot my jacket. Anyways what would you wear?” Despite how cold you were you really didn’t want to borrow Fives hoodie, he would be just as cold as you were.

“No please y/n, take it. I’ve got an extra jacket in my locker anyways.” He pushed his hoodie into your hands. You could tell he was probably lying about it but you sheepishly took his hoodie and put it on, it was warm and you couldn’t help but smile a little bit. 

You mutter your thanks, a warm flush coming over your face as you continue to work on your project until your next lesson. Once the bell rang, you both left to opposite directions, you completely forgot that you had Fives hoodie on until you sat next to Beth in english to be passed a scrap piece of paper with scribbled writing ‘That’s not your hoodie???’ you smile at the sheet and just write back ‘Five’s’ 

You didn’t see Five for the rest of the day until you got a message during the last lesson. ‘meet me near math class at the end of the day x’ It wasn’t a question, he was telling you. You send an ‘ok’ and continue with your lesson, constantly distracted by the ticking arms of the clock, counting down it’s last minuets.

As the clock strikes 3 you make your way to the math department, you were fighting against the tide as everyone rushed to get out of school. As the crowed begun to thin you saw Five standing outside the maths classroom, standing hoodie-less. He made his way towards you, smile present on his face.

“Where’s this jacket that was meant to be in your locker?” He just laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

“I mean my hoodie looks better on you than it did on me so I don’t mind.” You smile at him and begin your decent through the school. “So I was thinking we could just like, go for a walk? It’s just nice spending time with you.”

You both aimlessly wandered around town until finding a small cafe to reside in when the weather started to turn, Five had a black coffee and you had a hot chocolate. The room was filled with noise from others in the cafe and also from the outside world that couldn’t reach you in your own little world.

“Five, not to sound daft or anything but are you still trying to do this for the bet or are you being genuine?” You didn’t want to sound harsh but you were still unsure if this was genuine or just an oscar winning act.

“y/n,” He reached over and took your hand. “I called the bet off just before Monday night, as soon as I came to the school and saw you I knew straight away I wanted to be with you.” He ran his thumb gently over your knuckles. “I know you wont trust me right away but I want to make you trust me, I want you to feel the same way about me as I do for you.”

“Okay.”

All it took was that one word to kickstart your time with Five. It started small, handholding any chance he got, he seemed to always need to be close, holding and hugging you. He was so affectionate and almost touched starved, begging like a stray puppy. Five slowly gained your trust and love for him, he had an infinite amount of hoodies and oversized T-shirts, truth be told you were pretty sure Five just loved to see you in his clothes.

You and Five were cuddled up on your bed, he was running his fingers through your hair as light cut through the curtains, lighting the room in a heavenly glow. Five placed a kiss on the side on your head, pulling you closer as he did. 

“Y/n, I think I’m in love with you.” You smile and lean into his embrace.

“I think I’m in love with you too, Five.”

[lovebunnie]

fr the poem questions: all of them >: )c

jared... only for you...

the tyger – are you a taker of calculated risks or do you enjoy playing with fire? would you rather ask for permission or forgiveness?

i am a major rule follower, i am not at all adventurous and i like to stay in my comfort zone. my life is a mix of staying true to my comfort zone and doing what I feel is right, first instinct. 

i carry your heart with me – do you believe in fate? what’s your secret to living a good life?

i tend to not believe in fate, it tends to make people not take responsibility for their actions and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth; predestination takes away humility from us. and i wouldnt say that im currently living a good life, its getting there but more often then not i would not describe my days as ‘happy’, more so just another day. but to make a day not outwardly bad, i firmly believe in having a really good breakfast in the morning and taking a shower at night. both of those really make my days better.

i wandered lonely as a cloud – what does nature mean to you? where do you feel most at peace?

nature for me is what comes to us instinctively and what we turn to for comfort in trying times. i feel the most at peace either at summer camp or in my bedroom with my cat :3

blackberrying – what were your early years like? do you miss being a child?

my early years were very happy, i was a very happy and funloving child. it was a time where i wasnt told about any of my family drama so i lived in blissful ignorance. i definitely miss being a child, all the way up to about 7th grade. its just been downhill from 8th grade and on.

ode to a nightingale – how do you feel about your own mortality? do you believe in life after death?

my mortality is something of a burden i carry with me everyday, a reminder that every minute is precious and this is the only life i get, i have one shot to not fuck it up. i dont believe in the afterlife, the concept of death is something that if i think too hard about then itll fuck me up.

hope is the thing with feathers – what gives you hope? what would you tell your 10-year-old self?

hope comes from those news stories about good news, like charity donation goals being hit and remembered anniversaries and flower bouquets in public, there is good in the world and sometimes its hard to find but its always there. to my 10 year old self, i would tell her to not hold too tightly to those around you, and that life constantly changes so dont get too attached or comfortable because itll prevent you from growing in the future.

the road not taken – do you find it hard to make decisions? what regrets do you have?

its really hard to make decisions because i always assume that my ideas are wrong or bad so if someone else takes the lead, i cant be blamed. as far as regrets, i wish that in my past, i just put myself out there more. i couldve spent highschool actively seeking for possibilities instead of sulking and wishing they came to me. they dont ever, you have to find them.

still i rise – what's your relationship with yourself like? what are your best qualities?

i have a bad relationship to myself; if i admire one trait about myself, the other traits must be less than. for example, if i think i look nice one day, then i remember abt my grades or my writing and how much i hate both of those. i can never be fully at peace, it will never be enough to sate my psyche. my ‘best’ qualities depend on the day, right now i think i have nice eyelashes.

howl – can you express yourself freely? do you feel smothered by societal norms?

i struggle everyday to be my genuine self. its not so much societal norms but my own mind; i want to look nice but i dont want to attract too much attention. i want to be remembered but not for how good my ass looks or whatever. my biggest fear is that people see me as something desirable but only sexually so i want to dress how i feel but i cant because im terrified of the gaze of men on my campus.

the raven – are you in touch with your feelings? how would you describe the relationship between emotions & rationality?

im extremely in touch with my feelings. i can acknowledge when i am angry or sad or happy, even if i dont know why. i allow myself to feel my feelings and then let them pass, i hate bottling those things up. between emotions and rationality, i use my emotions 9 times out of 10. i ask myself, ‘what do i want?’ and the first thing i come up with, i know is what i truly want to do. 

sonnet 116 – how do you define love? what qualities do you look for in a significant other?

i think love is everything; its the warmth of hanging out with familiar people, its when people remember facts about you, its a meaningful hug and its ‘this reminded me of you’. its different for everyone but i feel love in everything i do. in a significant other, the biggest thing is being able to make me laugh, if youre funny than im sold.

to autumn – what's your favorite season and why? what cherished memories do you associate with that season?

my favorite season is winter because it has lots of holiday warmth, good food, pleasant childhood memories, and comfortable clothing. also i love snow. i have very vivid memories of a blizzard in maryland when i was 11(?) years old, my neighbor tied a sled to the back of his ATV and dragged us around the cul de sac, it was so much fun!!

the waste land – do you like big cities? if you could choose any place on earth, where would you settle down?

i love big cities, they evoke so many feelings of love and the atmosphere being surrounded by people makes me so happy! if i could live anywhere, i think it would be san francisco, i love the city and the weather and the public transportation!!

o captain! my captain! – what are your aspirations in life? what motivates you?

in life, i want to give a tedtalk. i would also love to publish a book but i dont like what i write so if i ever did, id end up hating the book anyway in a year or so. i want to teach people the joy of public speaking and i want to give kids the joys i had given to me by my teacher when i was their age. my motivation comes from, this has to be done and if no one else will do it, it might as well be me. i have the passion and everything else will follow after that.

she walks in beauty – what's your aesthetic? how would you describe the relationship between inner goodness & outer beauty?

id describe my aesthetic as lovecore, i love the color pink and red and hearts and flowers and teddy bears and dresses and sparkles and valentines day and i love everything stereotypically ‘cute’. and i feel there is no outer beauty without inner goodness, if someone has bad intentions or a rotten core, their outward appearance will reflect.

one art – how do you deal with loss? do you write diary entries, poetry or prose?

thankfully i have not had to go through tremendous loss in my life but when i feel an emotional loss or general low point, i tend to move towards art, aimless doodling to take my mind off of situations. it centers me.

work, sometimes – how does your favorite weather make you feel? what is happiness to you?

my favorite weather makes me feel SO happy, all smiley and giddy and like things are going to be okay, just for one day, i will make this a good one. happiness to me is comfort and joy, its something that makes you laugh until your sides hurt and its art that you look at and feel. happiness isnt a huge moment, its little moments scattered throughout the days.

acquainted with the night – do you think there's such thing as the right time? what’s your outlook on the world?

no, i dont like to set things off for the thought of there being a right and wrong time. time isnt real and we only have so long on earth so there is no time but the present. go get that tattoo, ask them out, eat that snack. my outlook on the world is that there is a lot of bad shit but there is also a lot of good shit you will never see but it important nonetheless. you cant change the world in a day so you might as well take it one day at a time, working everyday to make it as good as possible.

if – do you daydream a lot? are you volatile, or do you stay calm when conflicts arise?

i love to day dream, it helps me determine what i really want and its a lovely distraction when the goings get tough. i try to avoid conflicts in every situation possible but if i were pushed, id either accept my mistake and apologize and work towards a better future; or i would tell the other person how im feeling and what i can do to help them feel better.

what would i give? – do you cry often? if you could change anything about your past, what would it be?

things make me sad but rarely enough to cry, things more so tend to weigh me down then break me. i let the sadness take me however it sees fit. and if thats to cry, so be it. if i could change anything about my past, i would just say that you will only get this chance to start over in a new state once, the years will go by quick so to TAKE OPPORTUNITIES WHEN THEY SHOW THEM SELF TO YOU!!!!!!

[junn-ahn]

Bang Chan x College Student! Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning(s): Swearing, My first fic?, I didn’t proof read??

Genre: Enemies to Lovers! College AU!

CHAPTER 2 of 3

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Summary: You just started your first year in college and now realize the struggle of dealing with dormitories. Your neighbor, Chris, was never a bother to you. Neither of you ever spoke to eachother, or interacted in any way.

That was, before his friends two moved in.

PREVIOUSLY: Maybe, he hoped, you’d give him a chance.

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You had barely made it on time to take your exam, arriving 12 minutes late into the classroom. Your teacher gave you a hard glare and slapped the exam on your desk. Luckily for you, it was your Music Studies exam, which you studied and knew like the back of your hand.

You still remember the agonizing 2 hours it had taken before you were free of that suffocating classroom.

Oh my god. You’re body was dying. After being sleep deprived you couldn’t process a word you had just read or written.

You were still thinking about what Chris had said to you earlier. What did he mean by make it up to you? Did he mean buy you food? Or maybe go out for coffee? Or maybe you were over thinking this and he’d probably just stop playing music. Either way, you’d be happy by the end of the day.

While walking, dare I say half asleep, throughout the college halls, you gently bump into a plush yet tough surface. You whip yourself backward, plunging your books out from your hands and onto the ground.

“Hey! What are you doing— Oh HI,” The familiar blonde boy flipped out. “Oh, buddy,” You quickly began. “You should really stop staying up before someone in your dorm loses an eye.” You gave a crude smile before beginning to pick up your discarded notebooks.

To your surprise, the now cowering boy knelt down and picked up one of your more hearty textbooks. “Hey since we’re going to the same place, could I help you out?” He managed to choke out. You grumbled, but obliged. “Yeah whatever just don’t do anything dumb.”

The two of you eventually made it to your neighboring dorms, and you scrambled to get your key out. “Thanks...?” You cocked an eyebrow. “You’re welcome?” The boy wore a now more confused look than before. “I’m asking for your name stupid,” your key clicked into the door handle. “O-oh right, yeah it’s Jisung.” He bowed his head in embarassment before giving you the book. You gave an awkward nod before stepping into your dorm.

“Wait!” Jisung yelled, his hand outstretched to prevent you from closing the door. You dropped your books onto a nearby table and slid toward the door. “Yes...?” You raised your brow defensively. “Uh, Chris asked me to give this to you,” He pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket. “Be ready at 6?” He smiled in an evil way before scampering quickly into his dorm. “What—” You stood there dumbfounded, paper in hand, staring at the blank wall in front of you.

Oh shit was this a date?

You scrambled back into your dorm, locking the door.

This was the first time since high school since you’ve been ‘out’ on a date. You didn’t know what to do. Do you over dress? Is it a hoodie occasion? You should probably read the paper first.

You, with somewhat quaking hands, carefully unfold the paper.

Hey!

I still feel bad for sleep depriving you,,

So would you mind meeting me at the campus’ park way? Thanks!!

- Chris :)

You inhaled sharply.

Oh god.

What did you get yourself into.

You raced to the bathroom and skid to a halt in front of your mirror, debating on trying to make yourself look half presentable. You decided to throw on a simple band t-shirt and jeans, not too over the top but not sweatpants. You nodded in approval before quickly checking your clock.

5:42pm.

You went through a list in your head silently, checking to make sure you had the paper, your phone and earbuds, and money. You still weren’t exactly sure on what Chris’ plan was, but you wanted to be prepared for anything.

It was around 5:57pm when you decided to head out, knowing that the park was a little more than two minutes away. You popped one earbud in, and slipped out from your dorm. You thought about possibly knocking for Chris, being that you were neighbors and all, but decided against it. What if he wasn’t there? What if you looked like a creep? The more you thought over the situation, the more you cranked the volume up.

You eventually made it to the entrance to the park, giving a few sideways glances at the passing students before returning to your gaze to your phone.

6:02pm.

If he made you come out here for nothing to stand around and look like an idiot you were going to take his eyes and hang them around his dorm—

“I’m really sorry about being late—!” He hurried beside you, two steaming beverages in hand. “Don’t worry about it, it was only a few minutes,” you threw your phone back into your pocket along side with your earbuds. “So, what’s up?” Your eyes traveled down to the drinks, but then rose back up toward his gaze.

“Well, I— Jisung, just happened to notice that your one notebook was labeled for Music Studies, and I just so happen to be taking that class too!” He looked from his left to right before spotting a nearby bench. “Let’s sit?” He motioned outward.

You nodded, and walked with him.

“How did the exam go?” He set down both the drinks on the bench between the two of you.

“Music studies isn’t really that hard, so I guess it was good?” You laced your fingers together.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then froze. “Before I forget, I got us drinks—!” He hurriedly handed you a small sized cup. You gave him a curt smile, before opening up the beverage. It smelled sweet, and held hints of chocolate mixed with caramel. White cream was swirled on top of the delicate brown mixture with chocolate syrup delicately drizzled on top of it.

Holy crap this was your favorite drink,, and all the little things you liked to add.

“How did you know I liked all this...?” You took a hesitant sip, the warmth met your lips and the sugary drink washed over your tastebuds.

“Well,” Chris turned his eyes away, a rosy pink dusting his cheeks, and it wasn’t from the cold. “I didn’t think you’d remember, but we were actually partners for our music class junior year in highschool.”

“No way,” you breathed. “You’re that Christopher?”

“Yeah...” He scratched at the back of his neck. “Surprise?” He grinned, drumming his fingers against the wooden bench.

“And you remembered all of this? Dude I think I mentioned this drink like, once.”

“I guess I remember things that are important to me,” He bashfully smiled.

“Oh my gosh,, what have you been up to? I really missed making music with you— Do you still make music?” The words spilled out of your mouth, running like water. Though, he didn’t seem to mind. “Yeah! I actually started a group with my roommates, we write raps. If you couldn’t already tell,” he teased.

“That’s really cool, honestly. I wish I had time to produce in my freetime instead of studying.” You sighed. “So, do you post your music anywhere? Could I hear some of it?” You scooted yourself closer toward him, your knee bumping into his.

“Yeah sure!” He drew his phone out and plugged in his earbuds. “Here,” he handed you the corresponding earbud. He tapped onto a song, and a more than familiar tune rushed into your ear.

This was a song by 3racha.

[hellorickturner-blog]

Daniel Carpenter Taking Things to a New Level

Daniel Carpenter is far from your average senior. He doesn’t take life slow or easy, in fact when most people his age begin to become less active, Daniel Carpenter speeds his life up. So what makes this 64 year old, retired army captain, licensed private investigator, and former professor with a PH.D. in Drama do for fun? The answer may surprise you. Currently, Carpenter is learning MMA and pursuing a career in Rap! Rap Music to be precise and like everything Daniel had ever applied himself to he’s giving it 110%.

Carpenter was born on November 5th 1955 in the back of a farm truck on route 315 in Simsbury, Connecticut (a suburb of Hartford) on the way to the hospital, in a thunderstorm. Already an unusual start to this extraordinary man’s life, at the age of five, he was already showing incredible abilities. Carpenter wrote and performed a cello concerto featured in a local town’s christmas pageant. He was also known to be incredibly athletic, competing against boys much older then he in the annual township’s swim competition. “I was about five or six around that time and the high school swim coach noticed me swimming laps in the pool one summer, he said that I swam faster and better than most of his varsity swim team members. Even at that age, I found his remarks to be humorous because I has practically taught myself to swim” Carpenter remarked. Carpenter was known for his confident and competitive nature throughout his early school years and that reputation continued throughout his highschool career. Voted most likely to succeed in his senior yearbook, Carpenter was a force to be reckoned with. He was the varsity wrestling team captain, school newspaper editor, the star of the debate team and the class president. “I never wanted to have a reason to look back and regret not trying something” Carpenter reflected, “I wanted to make sure I had gave everything a shot.”

In December 1973, Carpenter enlisted in the army to fight in Vietnam. He had just turned 18 and answered to call for young men to join the fight. “I didn’t particularly agree with the war, but I felt a deep sense of patriotism and I could not ignore it.” Over the next three years, Carpenter excelled through the army ranks starting as a private and leaving Vietnam as Master Sergeant. Carpenter did not wish to elaborate much on his experiences in Vietnam, stating “I never speak about it with anyone except for the men who were there… they are the only ones who understand.”

After the Fall of Saigon, Carpenter was airlifted out of Vietnam with the remaining troops in the spring of 1975. He returned home to Hartford, Connecticut just before his 20th birthday. While home, Daniel met a woman by the name of Nancy Slater while eating breakfast at a local diner. They began dating. “I knew when I met her that she was something special and I had to marry her,” said Carpenter. Unfortunately after only a few months home Carpenter was called to duty. He left for West Berlin in February of 1976 and his plans to marry Nancy Slater were put on hold. Despite the distance between Carpenter and Slater he kept true to her and wrote her almost every day. “I was in love, and it hurt to be away from her but I knew the oath I took and that this sacrifice was for the good of my country.”

Over the next 3 years Carpenter was stationed in West Berlin at the doorstep of the Soviet Union during the height of the Cold War. He once again refused to give details about his time abroad, however his reason this time was different, claiming that details of his service during that time is still to this day classified. “I was stationed in West Berlin for almost 3 years, and it was not pretty, let’s just leave it at that,” said Carpenter with a careful chuckle.

Carpenter returned home in 1978 around Christmas. While in West Germany he had bought an engagement ring for his girlfriend Nancy Slater. Carpenter having risen to the rank of Captain decided to leave the army to get married. He proposed to Nancy on New Years Eve of that year and by May of 1979 they were married. “I was so happy, however my appetite for accomplishment was a problem, I couldn’t sit still.” Around this time Carpenter began working at a local factory which built plumbing parts. “Nancy could see that I was not happy working at a factory, however we had a baby on the way and we were saving for a house.” Over the next several years the Carpenters would have 4 children. Daniel would change jobs three times and eventually become a licenced private investigator. Opening an office in on 42nd Street in Manhattan in 1981. “I loved being a gumshoe… meeting all the interesting people and all the adventures and at that time the city was a much seedier and gritty place.”

When cases were slow Carpenter, an avid chess player would search the city for chess players to fulfill his need for competition. Carpenter became a known chess player in the army. He played all sorts of people and allegedly defeated a famous East German Chess Master while on a diplomatic assignment east of the wall. “I would tell Nancy I was working late and would scour the city for best chess opponents I could find. It sounds crazy but it kept me sharp. I loved playing the bums around the port authority. Those guys sometimes we’re better and smarter than some of the professional players. Some of those fellas were undercover savants.” “I sat on the sidewalk of 43rd and Broadway once for 3 hours playing this one guy by a dumpster, over and over again… and I could not beat him.” “I would sometimes have an epiphany during a match and run back to the office after the game to work on the case.”

In 1986 a client of Carpenter’s was unable to pay in full for his investigator services and offered him two tickets to see CATS. The wildly popular Broadway show had been out since 1981 and was still the highest grossing show in New York. Carpenter accepted the tickets and brought his wife to see the show. “I was immediately enthralled and had to have more, I started taking Nancy to all the Broadway shows… La Cage Aux Folles, 42nd Street, Drood, Sweet Charity… she loved them and so did I. So much so I stopped chasing down chess players and started studying theatre.”

Over the next few years Daniel Carpenter would earn a PH.D. in Drama and become a performing art professor at the local college in Nashua, New Hampshire. It would be here that Carpenter would stay as a professor for many years before retiring in 2014. “My four children have given me 11 grandchildren so I wanted to spend more time with them.”

If you think that in the last 5 Years of retirement that Daniel Carpenter has slowed down, you have another thing coming. Daniel Carpenter has already earned a blackbelt in Kempo, won the county chilli cookoff two years in a row, hosts the annual christmas tree lighting ceremony at his church, directs the community theatre troupe and has taken a stab at philanthropy. Daniel Carpenter started a non-profit foundation that funds theater programs in underprivileged school districts. He has even brought famous retired stage actors to guest teach theater. However Carpenter didn’t stop there, this upcoming year Daniel intends to begin competing as an amateur MMA Fighter in a local circuit. “People often remark about how young I look although I’m in my mid-60s and despite all I do. I tell them it’s a gift and a curse, sometimes I wish I could just sit still and enjoy retirement like most people my age, but I can’t. It drives my wife crazy.”

Now Daniel Carpenter is attempting to enter the rap game, but not for the fame but for his charity work. “I was driving down three-o-five right where I was born in Simsbury and heard this advertisement for a Rap battle in Hartford for a prize of twelve-thousand dollars… and I thought to myself about how that money could be used for good.” Unfortunately for Carpenter he was too late to register for last years tournament however he is hopeful he will win the 2020 competition. “My kids think I’m crazy and I don’t blame them, everyone has thought I was crazy at one point or another.” When asked about how his progress in rap Carpenter declined to elaborate stating “I can’t give you the secret to my sauce before the taste testing,” and carpenter knows a thing or two about taste testing, his busy wall of trophies and awards features his “Annual Chilli Cook-Off — 1st Place” awards for 2014 and 2015. “The way I see it is… this is a mix of everything I know. Music, Drama and Chess.” When asked why chess Carpenter remarked “Chess is pure strategy and rhythm, knowing your opponent and exposing their weaknesses… and knowing the right moment to strike… like martial arts too I suppose… it’s a discipline.”

Carpenter has sure been active in retirement and it seems anything that this 64 year old husband, father, teacher, soldier, detective, chess player and philanthropist puts his mind to he accomplishes. Carpenter shares that the secret to his life of success and accomplishments is having dreams. “Never forget how to have you imagination, never forget that your only limitations are what you let limit you, working hard at something you like… isn’t hard.” Carpenter hopes his wacky and eclectic life story will inspire others to take the first step. commercial interior design california

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I’ve been promising this post for a while now. I did a voice actor version some time ago and it was one of my favourite lists to put together. I think you guys enjoyed it too.

As we all know, an actor’s performance can really drag down an anime. There’s something heartbreaking about a painfully wooden performance in the middle of a wonderful story that rips you right out of the fantasy. On the bright side, I’ve seen more than a few characters go from boring to endearing on the strength of an actor’s charisma. Voice actors don’t have as much to work with as conventional actors. They can’t rely on body movements or smouldering looks to get their message across. So it’s doubly impressive when they manage to convey subtle emotion and complex feelings though inflection and tone alone.

And for me, these ladies do just that.

Today let us celebrate the artistry that goes into bringing some of our favourite characters to life. In no real order we have!

5. Aoi Yuuki

I don’t care how petty it sounds, I’m just going to put this right here. This young woman is shorter than me!!! A musician and traditional actress, Aoi unique voice has made her quite successful in the field. Here are a few selected roles out of the tons she has had:

Hana – Ben-To

Tsuyu – My Hero Academia

Mina – Vampire Bund

The Energetic Ringo – Daily Lives of HighSchool Boys

Sosuke – Free!! (surprised? – I was)

Victorique – Gosick

Mihoshi – Gundam

Russia – Hetalia

Kino – Kino’s journey

Futaba – Persona 5

Iris – Pokemon

Mélie – Radiant

Shinra – Durarara!!

Sunako – Shiki

Borr – SSSS.Gridman

Tanya – Saga of Tanya the Evil

Oh yeah – she’s also Madoka in some magical girl show…

She’s set to play Touka and Boogiepop in the upcoming remake and I am psyched for this!

Not to mention roles in March Comes In Like a Lion, ACCA 13, Asobi Asobase, Welcome to the Ballroom, Gangsta, Gintama, Goblin Slayer, Hakata Tonkotsu Ramens, Hyakka, Hyouka, Your Name, last exile, One Punch Man, Seraph of the End, Sword Art Online II, Tanaka-kun, Tokyo Ghoul, Snafu, Yuru Yuri, and I seriously skipped over most of them. This lady works!

The surprisingly raspy quality of her vocals, and the counterintuitive depth of her tone makes her suitable for a wide range of diverse characters. A small actress with a big voice! Irresistible.

4. Chiwa Saito

Miss Saito has been acting for some time which means she’s had the chance to amass a pretty impressive portfolio. One of my favourite random facts out there, is that she is part of a voice acting groups called “MORE PEACH SUMMER SNOW”. That’s the best name ever. I’m going to rname Buddy that. (His actional name if Sir Buddy Livingston Master Chief Brown). Sadly, she is taller than me.

Yona – Yona of the Dawn

Aika – Aria

Hitagi – Monogatari series

Sigyn – Break Blade

Yuki – Vampire Bund

Chloe – Fate/Kaelid series

Natsumi – Keroro

the fantastic Riko – Kuroko’s Basketball

Louise- Gudam 00

Anita – R.O.D. TV

Kotori – rewrite

Meru – Zetsoubu Sensei

Nadeshiko – Yuru Yuri

She’s also Homura in some magical girl show…I swear I didn’t know this before researching for this post. I never realized how much I liked the Madoka casting before!

Of course there’s like a billion more titles but I’m going to name these ones because, reasons: Amanchu, Arakawa Under the Bridge, Boccano, Berserk, Dog & Scissors, D-Frag, Daily Lives of HighSchool Boys, Gintama, Girls Bravo, Kino’s journey, Last Exile, Log Horizon, Lyrica Nanoha, Murder Princess (I just like this title) One Piece, Sward Art Online, I’m just going to stop now.

You can actually hear her sing in some roles and she truly has a beautiful singing voice. It has a rich timber and she obviously has a great ear for melody. If ever she chose to switch career paths to the musical instead, I’m sure she’d have a great future. We would miss her as an actress though so let’s not encourage that!

3. Megumi Hayashibara

A more classical voice actress and one of the best known in Japan, Megumi almost became a nurse instead. There’s a certain personality that goes along with choosing a career in nursing. Caring but also resilient. You can see that peek through a bit in Megumi’s character and acting choice. Then again, there are so many to pick from I could probably make an argument for any character type.

Pai and IV – 3×3 eyes

Ai – Detective Conan

Haruko – FLCL Progressive

Haruka – Love Hina

Todomatsu – Osomatsu-kun

Paprika and Chiba – Paprika

Musashi – Pokemon

Ranma – Ranma 1/2

Lime – Saber Marionette J

Anna – Shaman King

Lina – Slayers

Ai – Video Girl Ai

Genkai – Yuu Yuu Hakusho

Hello Kitty…this woman is Hello Kitty

The incomparable Faye Valentine – Cowboy Bebop

Probably best known as Rei Ayanami – Evangelion

She can also be heard in Blue Exorcist, Bakuretsu Hunters, Sailor Moon, Blue Seed, Chihayafuru 2, Ghost in the Shell, Patlabor, Macross Plus, Lupin III, Maison Ikkoku, One Piece, Project A-ko, Shadow Skill, the Doreamons, Tenchi Muyou, and obviously a million more shows.

This lady’s body of work speaks for itself. I have to say I was already pretty amazed that spunky, opinionated Faye, with her womanly register and quiet monotone Rei were played by the same person, add in Hell Kitty to the mix and my mind is a little broken…and then you have comedy queen Ranma. This is the type of career you look up to!

2. Romi Park

Did you know that Romi studied Korean in university. I just find that intriguing, obviously she’s always liked languages. Ok I’m beating about the bush so let me just say it, miss Park’s performance was one of the best parts of FMA: Brotherhood for me. I literally caught myself in the middle of scenes just going, OMG the acting is phenomenal. I’ve heard great things about the English language cast but you really are missing ouy if you didn’t catch this performance.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya –  Bleach

Teresa – Claymore

Akane – Danganronpa

Tanaka – Daily Lives of High School Boys

Igarashi – Deadman Wonderland

Kenichi – Cyber Coil

Ken – Digimon

Sena – Eyeshield 21

Natsume – Gakuen Alice

Walter – Hellsing Ultimate

Switzerland – Hetalia

Angelina – Black Butler

Taiga – Major

Falis – Murder Princess (love this title)

Temari – Naruto

My precious, precious Naoto – Persona 4

Jiro – Pokemon

Syrup – Precure

Alma – Radiant

Zoe Hange – Attack on Titan

Everyone’s favourite rocker Nana Osaki – Nana

And of course Edward Elric – Fullmetal Alchemist

And if that wasn’t enough, you can hear her in Air Master, Beelzebub, Blue Dragon , Clannad After story, Detective Conan, Devil May Cry, Garo, Granblue Fantasy, Hunter x Hunter, Kill la Kill, Lupin III, Gundam 00, One Piece (everyone is in this), RahXephon, Sengoku Basara, RDG, Samurai 7, Terra Formars (cause it’s terrible), Aquarion, White Album

Romi Parks has the most devastatingly emotional voice I know. She often plays calm, cool and collected genius type characters (a lot of boys as you can see) but when an emotional contrast is needed, she really knows how to deliver, making her characters feel so real and raw.  One of the greatest performers in my opinion, she tends to make me want to see a show just to hear what she can do with the character.

Honorable Mentions

Ami Koshimizu

C,mon, she Ryuko from Kill la Kill. Always loved that sexy alto voice! Apparently she was also both Hiro and Naomi in the recent Darling and the Franxx. I loved her as Ibuki in Danganronpa. She was Kallen in Code Geass, Holo in Spice and Wolf and Yuiko in Persona. Obviously I’m skipping over st of her work including some very big roles. I suggest you look her up! The only reason she isn’t on the list proper is that I simply haven’t seen that many of her shows even though a lot are very popular.

1. Megumi Ogata

OK fine so this is a subjective choice. Well they all are really, it’s my top 5 list. Fact is, I’ve been a fan of Megumi Ogata for a long long time and I’m just always going to be. She’s the first voice talent I ever learned about and I absolutely love her work. Sure, she might have voiced a few of my anime crushes but surely that did not influence my choice in any way…. She’s much taller than me.

Ayato – Angel Beats

Haruka (Sailor Uranus) – Sailor Moon*

Jun – Captain Tsubasa

Yukito and Yue – Cardcaptor Sakura*

Makoto – Danganronpa

Nagito – Danganronpa***

Shinji – Evangelion*

Izumi Rio – Searching for the Full Moon*

the terrifying Fairies – Humanity has Declined

Cranberry – Raising Project*

Ichigou Fujimoto – Magical girl Ore

Ken – Persona 3

Yukimura – Samurai Deeper Kyo*

Akagi – Slam Dunk

Valkyrie – UFO Princess Valkyrie

Yuugi – Yu Gi Oh!*

Karuma – Yuu Yuu Hakusho*

And just o drive the point home, here are a few more at random. If you want to full list, you’ll have to look it up. I just can’t type that much! Bleach, Detective Conan, et Backers, Great Teacher Onizuka, Kino’s Journey, Magic Knight Rayearth, Tamayura, Tokyo Mew Mew,

Megumi Ogata is a revered veteran in the field. Comparing Nagito to Makoto (purposefully similar characters with a lot of very similar lines) will reveal her mastery on inflection and subtle vocalisation to embody a character way beyond their dialogue. Anyone still under the illusion that voice acting is simply reading your lines, please see master Ogata’s work!

Good list isn’t it!?! I discover new voice talent all the time mind you. I’ll be watching a show and suddenly realize that the actor is doing fantastic work. And I’m always so happy when I discover a new favourite. So please, share yours with me!

that was a lot of pics to find….

  Top Five Voice Actresses in My Harem I've been promising this post for a while now. I did a voice actor version some time ago…

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The OCs: Nika Belova-Romanoff

Full Name: Veronika Belova-Romanoff

Nicknames: Nika (by most everyone), Veruchka (often from her moms and grandma Dottie), Nika-Paprika (from Auntie Wanda), Zolotse (from Vasya when they dated), and Amore (from Raphael when they begin dating). Ronnie (on the rare occasion by Francis).

Emojis: 🇧🇾🍟🦎🎤🏒

Birthday: October 6th

Place of Birth: Brest, Belarus and put up for adoption three days after being born and adopted when she was eight months old.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Misc:

-  She was the result of a one night stand and her mother wasn’t with the man anymore and couldn’t handle taking care of a baby. The only reason her mother didn’t get an abortion like she wanted was because her elder sister begged and pleaded for her to at least put the baby up for adoption.

- Her favorite fairy tale is The Scarlet Flower with Tsarevna Swan as a close second. Her favorite Disney Princess is Aurora because, “I love naps just like ‘Rora!”

- When she was two Yelena almost drugged her with nyquil to make her sleep. Lucky for Nika, Natasha came home right in time.

- When she was four she tried to make her moms breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day and brought them a plate full of crumbled poptarts with a candle stuck in the middle. Natasha and Yelena loved it.

- Her comfort foods are chicken nuggets from McDonald’s, Hershey kisses, and hot chocolate with tons of marshmallows.

- Because her last name is ‘Romanoff’, in Kindergarten, first, and second grade her teachers kept calling her ‘Anastasia’. She would just ignore them and not answer them, look them dead in the eye and glare and refuse to speak because that is not her name, Nika is much easier to remember and say than Anastasia is.

- She begins playing hockey when she’s seven and is on the same team as Jack and Peyton. She thinks ballet is boring but won’t tell her moms that’s why she doesn’t want to do it.

When she was dating Vasilisa she went to one of Vasya’s recitals and it took all of her willpower not to fall asleep

- Nika, just like Yelena, is sometimes unintentionally creepy.

She’ll sometimes forget to tell anyone that she’s going to go home and change and just disappear only to return forty-five minutes later in a completely different outfit and slurping a slushie.

She once went outside and came back half an hour later covered in red liquid that looked suspiciously like blood but just waved off the concern with, “Oh it’s nothing. Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

- Her best friends are Jack, Vasya, and Francis.

She sometimes sings for Rikki’s band, The Nomads, with Rikki, Jack, Francis, Ian, and Richard.

- Liho and Strelka curl up with Nika when she’s taking naps or just sleeping in general.

She’ll be doing her homework when all of a sudden a wild Liho hops into her lap. She’ll be getting dressed and reach for her pants when a wild Strelka begins rolling on her jeans.

- As children, Nika is taller than Vasya by just a few inches but by the time they’re in highschool, Vasya is a good two inches taller.

- Natasha is ‘mama’ and Yelena is ‘mommy’

She’s called Yelena her ‘Kind vodka mom’ at least once. When she yells “Mom!” both Natasha and Yelena answer her.

- Natasha keeps every single one of Nika’s jerseys from the time she’s seven until she graduates high school.

The jersey from her senior year, Natasha and Yelena frame it in a shadowbox. Her team had won and everyone got a medal. Said medal, a picture of Nika, and the jersey were all in the shadowbox.

- Nika’s favorite name to call people is ‘douche nugget’

- She has a very overactive imagination.

She was once bit by a pony at Clint’s farm when she was eight and laid in the grass and whispered to herself and Vasya, “I have been chosen. I am to defend the world as a were-pony. I accept this as my fate.”

Everyone is used to her theatrics.

- Yelena once gave Nika and Natasha both food poisoning because she can’t cook. It was the worst day of Nika’s young life and she swears off of Yelena’s cooking forevermore. 

- When Nika and Vasya were dating, many of their dates involved going to the ice rink where they tried to show off to each other.

-Nika’s favorite flowers are sunflowers.

- Her favorite cartoon is Power Puff Girls.

Buttercup is her favorite.

- She has a doll from when she was a kid that she tried to name after Aurora but the name ‘Rora stuck.

She cried on the first day of kindergarten because she left ‘Rora at home and Natasha and Yelena had to bring her her doll.

- She’s that person that says they can’t sing but sings like an angel.

When she was in her senior year, they did Hamilton as the musical for the year and she was the best Maria Reynolds.

- Her favorite time of the year is summer because she loves to go swimming.

- When Ian tries to ask her out, she nearly decks him in the face.

- Yelena and Natasha take Nika to Russia for Christmas one year.

- She tries to steal Redwing (the bird not the drone) from her Uncle Sam because she was convinced if she kissed Redwing, Redwing would turn into a prince. Anytime she comes over the first thing she does is pet Redwing, feeds him snacks, tries to lure him into her backpack.

When she was little she would try to stick her fingers into his cage to pet him. Sam would hurriedly stop her.

“Woah there baby girl! He may bite you!” “Birdy tweet tweet!” “No, honey. Falcon caw caw.”

- When she’s six, she gets Darla, Rikki, Jack, and Vasya to try and help her steal Redwing. Sasha stops them only because he doesn’t want his mama bird Sam to be sad.

Falcons are her favorite type of bird and her Uncle Clint is so betrayed while her Uncle Sam just beams with pride.

Natasha is d o n e. She hates birds. When Nika says that Uncle Sam is teaching her falconry, Natasha sighs and mutters, “God damn it Sam.”

- Nika and Vasya can talk about birds for hours, but Nika only really loves falcons the most.

- Falconry is her favorite hobby.

Yelena ran into the living room the first day that Nika said she was doing falconry and yelled, “I’m coming with you!” Natasha just looked at her, completely unamused. “For supervision and shit. Shut up, lisichka.”

- When she’s five, Vladimir and Yelena accidentally and Vasya up at the grocery store by grabbing the other’s buggies and since they hadn’t seen each other in nearly three years, Vladimir didn’t recognize Nika and began panicking because he misplaced his daughter.

He ended up accidentally dyeing her hair blue. When Yelena sees she begins internally screaming but calmly, “Natasha is not going to be very pleased.”

Vasya is so jealous of Nika’s mermaid hair that Vladimir sighs and dyes her hair as well.Matt and Natasha were not very pleased.

- She loves hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and dozens of mini marshmallows. It makes her think of Christmas.

Natasha, Yelena, and Nika, for Christmas they curl up with their hot cocoa and watch The Nutcracker. It’s one of Nika’s favorite parts of the year.

- When she and Raphael move in together she gets two pet geckos and names them Phillip and Aurora only to find out that Phillip is going to have baby geckos.

Raphael screams when he finds a gecko in his coffee mug one day and she laughs at him for a solid ten minutes.

She has three pet parakeets along with the two geckos.

They break up after four years because she catches him cheating on her. Vasya offers to break his kneecaps but Nika tells her that won’t be necessary. Michael tells his brother that he may want to take a vacation to Italy for a while for his safety.

- Her favorite time of the day is late afternoon because she’s out of school and it’s getting close to dinner time.

- Her favorite subjects are art in middle school but eventually it ends up being biology. She hates math, it makes her cry. Jack tries to tutor her at geometry.

- She loves animals even more than Jack does and becomes a vet.

Her least favorite class in college ends up being math of all sorts and nutrition because all she can think about in nutrition is how many chicken nuggets she’d much rather be eating than sitting in that boring class.

- When she and Francis get together he loves all of her pets. It’s not all that different than when he’d stay on his dad’s farm after all.

6 Songs that she probably has on her phone/fit her well:

Shoutout to My Ex by Little Mix

She’s A Genius by Jet

Gravel to Temp by Hayley Kiyoko

Get On Your Knees by Nicki Minaj

We Are The Heroes by Litesound

Sokol by Nadezhda Misyakova

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Gone

Summary: you confess to Jaehyun and he rejects you. But later on he regrets it when he starts having feelings for you ! (SorrY I deleted the first one.D; Here’s a better one for yall) It was the last day of school, it was the sunniest day of the year with a cool breeze, and all the flowers were blooming nicely. The perfect day. Lunch was about to start and you only had one chance. One chance to tell him your feelings. But how where you gonna tell him? Your heart was racing at just the thought of telling him. RRRRRRINGGGGGGG!! You snapped back to reality as you walk into the lunchroom. There he is! Jaehyun. Your highschool crush. You remembered the first time you saw him. It was as if it was yesterday when it happened. You were in eighth grade when you guys first met, in the school hallway. "Hello, I'm Jaehyun. I moved here last week, do you know where room 203 is?" And at that moment something weird happened. Your usual introverted, quiet self disappeared and you became much more vocal. You didn't know why "Yeah I know where that is. That's my homeroom, lemme show you. My name is y/n. Nice to meet you jaehyun." "Y/n? That's a beautiful name, it fits very well since you are just as beautiful as your name." "T-Thank you, Jaehyun." You blush intensely and lead him to room 203. Ever since then, every time you guys would have an encounter, it would make your heart flutter. Your bestie, Jeon Jiwoo knew allllllll about this. She was there for every fangirl moment you had about him. 

“Earth to y/n? Y/nnnnnn? Helllooooo??” Jiwoo said as she waved her pizza at you. “Dude you HAVE to confess to him today! This could be the last day with him!”

“I know, I know, but what if he rejects me? I don't wanna look like a loser.” You slumped into your seat with a frown. Jiwoo patted your shoulder and looked at you with a smile. “Hey, look at me. You got this. He’ll fall for you in no time” you returned the smile and continued to eat your food. Okay y/n you got this you got this! You thought to yourself as you threw away your trash. 20 steps. You start walking. ba-dump. 15 steps. ba-DumP.10 more. ba-DUMp. just 5 more. BA-DUMP. “ Hey Jae-hyun can I talk to you after lunch?” “Sure y/n see ya there”

 “Yeah see ya”. You gave Jiwoo the biggest grin ever and she gave you 2 big thumbs. You were the happiest you can be. You might actually have a chance with him! (After Lunch) You walked to the hall outside your class and saw Jaehyun, leaning against the wall. “So why did you ask me to meet you here?” “Jaehyun, I have to tell you something. The day I met you, we became good friends. But while we were friends, I discovered I had feelings for you. So Jaehyun, I really really like you. Will you accept my feelings?" “I’m sorry y/n, but I don't see you that way. I just want to stay friends with you if that's ok. I'm sorry, but I have to go." Jaehyun then promptly walked away from you. You were speechless. A mix of emotions filled you up. You were just....heartbroken. ~3 months later~

(First day of School)

(Jaehyun’s POV) “Thank you so much for all the help Mark!”

"No Problem Y/n." Huh? Y/n is in your class again? How strange. You turned around to see one of your friends, Mark talking to y/n. Wait why is she blushing? You suddenly felt very jealous and wanted to break them up as soon as possible. Wait Jaehyun. What are you doing? Stop! You quickly got a ahold of yourself and dismissed your emotions. Maybe it was just because you haven't seen her for a long time. You decided to focus on class and not Y/n. 

~Later in class~

   “Okay class, we are going to work in partners. Jaehyun and Y/n you will be partners, Dean you will be partners with Sam, Amy you will work with...” As the teacher called out who will be partners, you walked up to Y/n.  You saw that she became VERY beautiful and she smelled.. of what is it? Mmmm strawberry cake.

“H-hey Y/n how’s it’s going? I guess we’re partners now”

“Hi Jaehyun it’s been a long time! It’s been good and yeah we’re partners. Wow you’ve grown a lot last time I saw you. “

“Th-thanks” You laugh nervously and blushed slightly. Why are you acting like this Jaehyun?! Snap out of this!  The rest of class was you and Y/n working together while you being a nervous idiot. You were distracted at just by the sight of her.  Y/n noticed this and asked if you were okay. She then touched your forehead slightly and this caused your face to become a very bright red.

“Oh my! Your face is red! Do you have to go to the nurse?”

“NO! I-I mean, no I’m fine don’t worry about it.” You facepalmed yourself in your head

“Well o-kay.. Let’s finish the work now”

You nodded and tried to be quiet until class was over. Once it was done, you went out to the classroom and into the courtyard for some fresh air, since it was a free period. Aish what was that??? You made a fool of yourself Jae. She probably thinks you're some weirdo now. You slapped yourself on the head in embarrassment. Why couldn’t you realised your feelings for her before it was too late!? Why were you such a jerk to her? You felt terrible. Then suddenly you hear a soft laugh. You turned around the corner to see that it was Y/n, With Mark. You can hear them laughing and Mark talking to her. 

“Y/n c-can I ask you something?”

“What is it Mark?”

“ Well ever since I met you last year I’ve developed strong feelings for you. But when I heard you liked Jaehyun my heart broke. Y-you don't like him now right?”

“No, not anymore atleast. But what were you saying?”

“Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

“...I-I don't know what to say..I’m so surprised..but..Yes I’ll be your girlfriend. You seem so kind and genuine. So why not?” Mark grins gives her a hug and..Y/n hugs back.

You slumped against the wall. Well that's great. You couldn’t believe what just happened. You feel like someone ripped your heart out and a black hole replaced it. You felt empty, knowing she was gone like that.

Just..

Gone.

[fleur-quinn]

Side Fic v: Maroon

((Thanks @brooks-schreave aka Grace for the dramatic and specific rp haha. This takes place after side fic iv aka the rp with Vic. ~2.6k words))

After showering, I figure I’ll go and visit the movie theater and maybe watch something. I walk in only to realize someone is there, watching something.

“Oh I’m sorry- I-“ I pause as I see my face on the screen. “O“Oh my god is that Serendipity?” I quickly hide behind the couch, not wanting to see my face. Confession: I’ve never watched Serendipity on my own before.

The tv is switched off immediately and a tall figure turns around. “Hello?”

I stand up slowly, peeking at the owner of the voice through my fingers. “Oh hey, it’s you!”

“It’s me…” Brooks drawls.

Brooks is watching Serendipity? I never thought he was the type to do so. Serendipity doesn’t seem like something he would like…

“Actually, I was channel surfing. But I saw it was on and thought I'd maybe check it out?” He replies hastily. I squint my eyes at his questioning tone at the end but decide to let it slip.

“Ahh.” I nod and plop down next to him. “How is it?”

“The title confuses me.” He admits.

“What?” I laugh. “Explain.”

“Serendipity means the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. This show doesn't seem happy.”

I laugh. “Well that’s a first. It’s actually mixed with comedy, drama and romance. I guess you just landed on a more dramatic scene or episode.” I pause and quirk an eyebrow. “Or you’re just weird.” I finish with a giggle.

“Someone just died, Fleur.” Brooks states.

“Oh oops.” I smile sheepishly as I try to think of something to say. “uh But hey that was how Jade met Louise.”

“Through murder?” He deadpans. Gosh, this boy ain’t giving up, is he?

“Okay fine, that part of the show was a bit weird... but you still can’t deny that’s serendipity! Or is it?” I question, wrinkling my nose. “Now you have me all confused! Well at least I can tell you Malika Snow’s story is 100% serendipity!”

“How’s that?”

“Well for one, for the most random reason, she decided to go to the cafe at the other side of town and met Josh and then for some reason, he gets intrigued by her despite her bitchy ways.” I explain.

“You play a…” He began before dropping his voice to a whisper like a little kid saying a bad word. “Bitch?”

“Uh yeah.” A smile tug my lips at his childish behavior. “I thought you knew coz like…” I pause before mumbling it quietly. “Everyone says I’m a bitch as well…”

“Really? Why?” He asks, confused.

“Why? You mean, you don’t think I’m a bitch?” I ask, shocked. “The reason is that I am a bitch, or at least I pretend to be one.”

“Well, I don't think you're one, and I'm an outstanding judge of character.”

I peek at him through my eyelashes, trying hard not to smile. “Really?”

“Sure, you've never been rude to me. Or others that I've seen.” He reassures me. Before I knew what I was doing, I throw my arms around him and hug him.

“Thank you so much for saying that!! I’ve been trying soooo hard to get the ‘bitch’ reputation off of me ever since I’ve stepped into the palace. And I know I’ve failed sometimes…” I gush, I feel his face get hot and I let go.

He rubs the back of his neck. “It’s just the truth.”

I beam and decide to change the topic. “So what tv do you like to watch then? Are you more of a reality show guy, soap opera guy or like I don’t know documentary guy?”

He laughs. “I know I'm boring, but I'm not a documentary guy. Truthfully, I don't watch a lot of tv. I like old movies.”

“You’re not boring. There’s nothing wrong with liking documentary. Ooh what kind of old movies?”

“Hitchcock films to be specific. Put me in a room with a ton of books and Rear Window playing, and I'll be set for life.” He answers, sitting back a little like he’s ‘set for life’.

“Ah ha so you’re a suspense kind of guy! His films are great!” I smile. “Although one of my favorite old movies will always be To Kill A Mockingbird! I love both the movie and the book.”

“Me too! When I was little, I was set on changing my name to Gem.” he admits. “Or naming any future daughter of mine Scout.”

I laugh. “ That’s so cute! Scout Schreave does have a nice ring to it! I’ll let you in on a secret, as a kid I always thought Scout was called Scott.”

“I thought Gem was Jim.” He replies with a smile.

“Jim and Scott…” I muse. Quite a pair. “Did you read the sequel?”

“Yep, is it bad if I didn't like it?”

“Yes, it’s bad! Coz I HATED it. I almost didn’t finish the book! And I can’t believe she killed Gem off and Dill was nowhere to be found!” I groaned, filled with emotions I once felt when I first read the book.

“'Twas highly disappointing, I must say.” Brooks agrees.

I sigh and laugh at the thought of us bad mouthing a book together. “I read it back in high school and my English teacher saw and was like.” I change my tone into a dramatic one. “You’re reading that?”

“Why’d she say that?”

“Coz she read about the bad reviews and didn’t even bother picking it up.” I reply with a chuckle.

“She was right.” He says, tapping his head like he’s a meme.

I smile at his mimicking. “So what else does Brooks Schreave like except old films and books?”

“Well,” He begins in a dramatic tone. “Brooks Schreave absolutely loves holiday music.”

I nod excitedly. “I love it too! I’ve already been listening to it for like at least a month!”

“Seriously? Too soon, Fleur. I'm disappointed.” He replies, shaking his head playfully.

“Too soon?” I quirk an eyebrow and crosses her arm childishly. “When do you start listening then?”

“December 24th.” He jokes.

I nod head and clap slowly. “Yup, can totally see how you love holiday music.”

“I actually start the day after Thanksgiving.”

“So you’ve been listening it for at least a month as well.“ I reply with a slight roll of my eyes, fighting a smile.

“Helps me focus.”

“It cheers me up.” I reply with a smile. “Christmas is my favorite time of the year!”

“Of course it is. Put you in a green sweater and you'll look extremely festive.” He says.

I gasp dramatically. “Green sweater? How could you!?” I flip my hair. “I will always wear a red sweater.”

“But with the green and red, you'd be showing off your holiday spirit!” He argues.

“Hmm.” I pretend to think. “I’ll take it into consideration. So you’re gonna wear a green sweater? Or a red and green one?”

“Nope, a black sweater.”

“Like a funeral.” I point out.

“My own.” He says, pretending to wipe tear.

I give him a weird look. “I dare you to wear a green sweater on Christmas.” I smirk.

“Green doesn't complement me. You, however,” A smirk disrupts the younger Prince’s perfect features. “should definitely wear Viridian. I'm told I look nice in blue.”

“Excuse you! I will not wear that color!” I say with a shake of my head. “Blue... well you should wear turquoise then.”

“I'll do my best. Excited for the ball?” He promises.

“And I’ll try to add green to my outfit. Yeah, I’m excited! I love Party and of course, dancing! What about you?”

“Not my scene, actually.”

“I guessed. What do you usually do during balls?” I ask.

“Stand against the wall like a nerd from a cheesy highschool movie.” He answers solemnly.

“I can totally imagine you doing that!” I laugh.

He rolls eyes playfully. “What do you think you'll be like at the Ball?”

“Hmm I’ll mostly dance, chat with some of the girls and eat. But I’m not gonna drink. Do you drink?” I answer truthfully.

“Never. It doesn't seem like something I'd be into.”

“Same here. I’ve tried alcohol. Ew.” I say with a disgusted face.

“Ever been drunk?”

“Not really, I got into the show biz before I was old enough to really drink and my assistant has always been there to test my drinks to make sure they’re not alcohol so I don’t get drunk and do weird stuff and embarrass myself.” I explain with a laugh.

“The only thing that I regret is not knowing what kind of drunk I am.” He replies with a small shake of his head.

“True. Let’s try to guess... I think you’re gonna have an extremely red face and you’re gonna walk around blushing at every human contact you make, making your face even redder. And then you’re gonna say and do all these awkward things, more awkward than usual that is... And everyone’s gonna have a great laugh with you!” I declare with a giggle at the thought of Brooks doing exactly that.

“That sound awful.“ He laughs. “I feel you'd be a philosophical drunk.”

I frown. “Philosophical drunk? Tell me more.”

“Well, you're already a pretty lively person, so I think you'd be the opposite when drunk. You'd be maybe a little low about things or talk a ton about the meaning of life.” He explains.

“Meaning of life…“ I repeat with a giggle. “Well if I ever get drunk, please record it for me. I wanna see myself talking about the meaning of life!”

“I'm sure you'd evoke some real thought on the topic.” He muses.

I giggle. “Probably give in a lot of legal advice as well! So what’s your favorite part of Christmas besides the music?”

“I like seeing everyone together.” He says with a smile.

I raise an amused eyebrow. “Together? That’s Valentine’s Day, Brooks.”

He rolls his eyes in response. “Not like that. I mean like family.”

I smile. “I know what you mean. Do you royals do anything as a family besides the ball?”

“We have secret Santa amongst the kids and we spend the day together. I'd say that's normal.” He tells me, a smile tugging on his lips. “What about you? I'm sorry, I don't think I've asked about your family before.”

“Aww yeah that’s pretty normal! Nah it’s alright. I have an uh um tw- twin brother. We usually go to my grandma’s for lunch and then we spend the rest of the day together. Similar I guess.” I say, stuttering through the word twin. What’s wrong with me? I’ve always been at ease to call Lucas my twin, to lie to others. Why can’t I do the same with Brooks?

“You have a twin?” He questions.

Flower. Flowerity flower flower. ((Fleur swears using the word flower hahahah))

“Uh um y- y-yes.” I answer, looking super uncomfortable.

“What's his name?” Brooks being Brooks, is obviously oblivious.

“L-Lucas.” I stutter.

“Is he a redhead too?”

“Uh yeah of course. My parents are both redheads.” I reply, trying to pretend to be confident and relaxed.

“Are you alright?” Brooks asks. Flower.

“He’s not my brother. Please don’t put my parents in jail.” I blurt, covering my face. Oh Flower.

Suddenly Brooks starts laughing a bit awkwardly.

What?

I look up at him with teary eyes. “Why are you laughing?”

He looks alarmed. “Why are you crying?” He asks, placing a hand on my shoulder. If this had been any other situation, I would’ve laugh at his alarmed face.

I blink furiously, trying to stop my tears from falling. “I just... I don’t want my parents in jail…”

“Why would they go to jail?” He asks, still incredibly confused.

I take a deep breath. “Coz Lucas was my dad and a prostitute’s son and then the prostitute abused him and he came to us and we took him in. He had no birth certificate so my parents made him one so that he would be my twin brother.” I say in a rush,breathless when I finish.

He looks at a loss for words for a moment. “E-excuse me?”

“Oh flower. I just told a flowering prince about it. Oh my god.” I groaned, hot tears streaming down my face. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

“Wha- I don't hate you! Please don't cry!” He cries.

I look up in surprise. “You don’t?”

“Why would I hate you? Nothing you said sounds wrong.”

I frown. “...but I just told you my dad committed two crimes. And and you’re a prince?”

“It sounds like unofficial adoption and adultery.... Neither are great, but I don't understand what you expect me to do about that.”

“I don’t know... Put my father in jail or something. It’s just that I’ve never told anyone about this, well except for my best friend and Venus, who figured it out on her own. So uh…” I wipe my tears. “I’m so sorry for acting weird.” I apologize with a nervous giggle.

“Hey, it's alright! Don't feel bad, I understand. I know how it must suck to hold things in.” He replies kindly. I exhale a breath I never knew I was holding.

I smile. “Yeah it’s really hard. I’m usually quite good at concealing it but... I don’t know what happened.” I confess with a nervous laugh.

He cocks his head. “You just burst.”

I laugh. “I did, didn’t I? Gave you a bit of a scare!”

“Just a bit.” He jokes.

I laugh and decided to joke to make things lighter. “I’m sorry for scaring you and making you even more awkward.”

He laughs lightly. “It's okay.”

I smile. “Let’s put that behind us then.”

He rubs his arm absentmindedly. “Sure.”

“Are you cold?” I ask, noticing his not so subtle gesture.

“A little. I checked this morning at it's like 68 degrees. That's a bit cold for Angeles.” He says. ((Ahhh I love how Grace is so specific hahahahha))

I look down at my mid-sleeved dress then to his long sleeved shirt. “Uh yeah I guess.” Then I have an idea. Eyes dance mischievously, I rub my hands together real quick and place them on one side of his face. “Better?”

“Ever so slightly, yes. It reminds me of defibrillators.” He muses.

“Defibrillators. Really.” I deadpan. “This is defibrillators!” I rub hand together and pushes his chest, imitating defibrillators.

“You could've killed me!” He cries.

“Let’s see…” I pause to count my fingers. “Since I’ve met you, I’ve almost killed you twice... wow I feel sorry for the guards here.”

“Incompetent fools.” He puffs.

“Ow come on, they’re that bad?”

He laughs. “They let me almost die twice.”

I laugh back. “Well... yeah.”

“I've gotta go, meetings and such.“ he smiles, suddenly becoming all polite. “It was nice seeing you.” Then he adds, becoming more Brooks-like. “I'll make sure to wear turquoise.”

I smile back. “It was nice seeing you too. And I’ll add some green to my outfit!”

“Good.” he chuckles before leaving.

I shake my head as I turn on the tv.

And I also make a mental note to discuss with my maids how to add green to my outfit.

[littledonkeyburrito]

Got my hopes up that the school might actually be on fire

1. Are you going anywhere for this summer? I’ll be going back to Australia in the middle of their summer. That counts, right?

2. Do you put ketchup on top of your French fries or on the side? Neither. Not a huge fan of tomato sauce. I think chips taste just fine on their own

3. Last time you smoked weed? I think it was July. It was my last attempt to see if I could actually enjoy it. I didn’t.

4. What are you currently hearing right now? Tengo un Amor - Genitallica

5. Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed? The bathroom door in my apartment doesn’t actually close properly but I still close it as far as it will go even though I live alone.

6. Have you ever kissed someone that was high? Yes

7. What are you looking forward to? Having a salary again. Also seeing my friends for the first time in a year. But I am not looking forward to the price of alcohol in Australia

8. If you were kicked out of your current residence, whom would you call? A hostel.

9. Are there framed pictures from your parents wedding in your house? There are not even framed pictures of my parents’ wedding in their own houses, since they split up 17 years ago

10. Do you ever hang out with someone of the opposite sex? Their sex is irrelevant. I don’t hang out with anyone because I don’t have any friends in this country.

11. Who was the last person you cried in front of? A cinema full of people who were probably also crying

12. Would you rather live in New York City or Washington DC? New York is further from the annoying orange but tbh I’d rather not live anywhere in that country.

13. Have you ever slept on the floor with the person you like? Who is this person I like? Can you introduce me? 14. Last non-alcoholic beverage consumed? Orange juice. I haven’t drunk any alcohol since I accidentally got trashed home alone last week haha 15. What are you wearing? stripey long sleeve shirt, grey hoodie, jeans, socks 16. Is it okay to kiss people when you’re single? Are you implying that some people think it’s only okay to kiss others when you’re not single? I don’t understand.

17. Have you ever met someone who is amazing? No, all my friends are shit. Of course I have met amazing people. 18. Does someone love you? I like to think my mum does 19. Do you want any tattoos? I used to but now I don’t care so much 20. Do you have anything in your pockets right now? Phone.  21. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? Muji, in Japan 22. When are you going to dye your hair next? Not for a long time. I’m pretty happy with my natural hair colour these days.

23. Are you listening to music right now? Yes, currently playing is Fake My Own Death - Sum 41

24. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? A few times, but not in the last couple of years

25. Something’s wrong: FIRST guy you turn to? Depends what is wrong but probably my dad

26. What kind of booze did you last take shots of? I think it was either white rum or tequila

27. Do you wear sweaters in the Winter or hoodies, more often? Depends on where I’m going. Lately I like my stripey sweater if I’m going out and wear my hoodie at home

28. Has your school ever had a lockdown? If so, for what reason exactly? Okay so when I was in highschool I was in music class in a classroom attached to the gym which is slightly separated from the rest of the school. We were watching lord of the rings bc we were learning about film soundtracks. One girl had gone outside, walked all the way around to the bathrooms at the back of the gym and come back. It was just after she got back that one of the groundskeepers came into our class and was like “what the hell are you guys doing?? You know the whole school is on lockdown, right? Didn’t you hear the alarms? Get under your desks!”  So we were all like “um wtf??” and got under our desks and turned the movie off. We peered out the windows across to the carpark and there was a bunch of cop cars with their lights on. Turns out there was an intruder in the school with a knife and the lockdown alarms had been going off but there was no alarm attached to the gym so we didn’t hear it, especially not over lord of the rings. They installed an alarm there that same week. 

29. Do you enjoy it when your school has drills? No, it was always so boring and got my hopes up that the school might actually be on fire this time.

30. What color were the last pair of headphones/earphones you bought? I have a growing collection of white earphones but I didn’t buy any of them. I keep getting given them on planes and nightbuses.

31. Are you a confident person, or do you keep to yourself usually? These are not mutually exclusive

32. Where was the last place you vacationed to? Did you enjoy this time? I went to Paris a couple of weeks ago. It was okay but would have been better if I had people to hang out with. I’m pretty bad at travelling solo and I struggle to meet people in hostels.

33. Do you like Mexican food? What’s your favorite meal under that genre of food? Genre? lmao

34. Are you afraid of thunderstorms? I love storms and that is one thing I miss from living in the tropics/sub-tropics

35. What is keeping you warm right now? WELL IT SURE AS HELL ISN’T MY PIECE OF SHIT HEATER

36. Would you ever donate blood? If they’d let me, but the countries I’ve lived in lately don’t want it because they think I have mad cow disease.

37. Would you go 2 days without eating for $200? For only $200? Hell no. Add another zero and I might consider it.

38. What are you currently listening to? This question comes up so often but fortunately it’s always a different answer. Now playing is La Mordidita - Ricky Martin

39. When’s the last time someone made you feel like you mattered? I was talking to a friend about when I’ll be back in Aus and he asked for plenty of notice on what date it would be so he could take a couple days off work because he was really excited to see me again. That was a nice thing to hear and I’m pretty sure we’re going to get fucking smashed when we see each other again because we are each other’s party friend. My liver dreads this date but the rest of me is excited to see him again.

40. Would you say your life is on the right track right now? It’s off-roading

41. Do/Did you skip class? On days I had drum lessons I would usually skip an extra half an hour or so. One of the drum teachers I had did not give a flying fuck that I was skipping class and he would actually kinda help me with it. My lesson was supposed to be 30 minutes every week. But I would rock up toward the end of the second break and stay until home bell rang almost 2 hours later. We would just jam or sometimes I’d show up and he’d literally leave to go get lunch while I sat there playing drums instead of going to maths.

42. Do you have long eyelashes? Yes. My lower eyelashes are so long that if I were to wear mascara it would smudge onto my skin when I blink. I learned this when my mum put makeup on me as a trial run before my highschool formal.

43. Does your family make you feel supported? Yes, I have a pretty great family

44. What is the highest outdoor temperature you’ve ever had to endure?  Outdoors? It was 45 Celsius in Varanasi, India AND I was sick at that point which made it even worse. I only went out at dawn and dusk for those couple of days. But I’ve been in slightly higher temperatures in vehicles in India. On one bus my phone was in my bag and it turned itself off because it was too hot.

45. And the lowest?  When I went up the swiss alps as a kid. It was summer but up at the peak my dad says it was negative 20. Tbh that’s probably an exaggeration but it was still pretty damn cold.

46. Can you usually tell when someone has feelings for you?  Oh my god no. I am so oblivious to this. Like that time a guy was hitting on me in a restaurant in central america and it took me more than an hour to realise. People say latino guys are more direct but I still didn’t fucking notice

47. How often do you straighten your hair? I don’t think I ever have

48. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink? I had sips of beer and wine growing up but my first ever full alcohol beverage was a can of pre-mixed JD&coke. Or was it jim beam and coke? Idk. One of them.

49. Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep? I have sleeping pills and I used to take them sometimes when I did shift work but they ended up making me just as drowsy the next day as if I hadn’t slept so they aren’t really worth it unless I desperately need sleep and only have a certain amount of time before I have to go somewhere.

50. Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? Female. For invasive procedures and also a woman is more likely to actually listen if I’m telling them something is wrong.

51. What was the last thing you bought? Groceries 52. What is something you do every summer? Sweat, rack up a decent electricity bill from blasting my AC, sweat some more as soon as I go outside 53. Do you have a job? I’ll be working again in February. And then I’ll be my older brother’s boss. 54. When was the last time you ate pizza? No idea. A long time ago.

55. Do you live near a beach or amusement park? Beach is about 10-15 minutes walk. But I’ve never swam there 56. Have you ever failed a final exam? Yep. I did not enjoy or do well at uni. 57. Who would you be shocked to see call you? A dead person. 58. Do you hate it when people smoke around you? I’d rather they didn’t but I don’t care that much. 59. How old is the computer you’re on? Less than 2 years but it is structurally falling apart. I have to be careful how I pick it up or adjust the screen angle because I could literally just break the whole thing apart. I just need it to last a few more months until I can afford a better one. 60. What is your blood-type? O+ the same as my mum 61. Are you donating your organs? Not currently. I’d prefer to wait until I’m not using them 62. What is one show that is canceled that you wish was still on? The Bitch in Apartment 23

63. Have you made any life altering decisions lately? To go back to Australia, I guess. But it’s more of a necessity than a choice.

64. What is the closest store to you? The cornerstore is next door to my building on the right and a bar is on the left. 65. Do you have any songs currently stuck in your head? Yofo - Molotov 66. Where is the last place you applied for a job?  No idea. I applied to a lot. 67. Which continent would you most like to travel to and why? Aside from going back to Australia, the next place I go will probably be somewhere in Latin America again. There’s so much more to see there. 68. Are there a lot of tourists where you live? So goddamn many. It’s not so bad now that it’s winter but the summer was so hectic.

69. Do you have to use public transport often? Whenever I go somewhere that’s not walking distance. The metro system is really good here. 70. Does your house have an alarm? Why, you gonna try to break in? I’ll save you the effort, I have nothing of value aside from the $30USD on my shelf 71. Have you ever asked someone out on a date? Y'know I actually don’t think I have 72. Whose grave did you last visit? Oscar Wilde’s

73. How far out of your age bracket would you date? Ideally within about 5 years of me but I figure anything less than my parents’ age gap is passable (15 years)

74. Could you go a day without talking to the last person you kissed? I have gone many days without talking to him.

75. Do you like mac n cheese? It’s mediocre.

76. Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? I woke up at midday but then went back to sleep for another 2 hours.

77. Are you usually wide awake when you wake up? God no. 

78. How long have you known your first phone contact? Since May

79. Which would you rather play: guitar or drums? I can play both but I prefer drums

80. You can never drink tea again or soda. Which do you give up? I don’t drink tea anyway so that’s a pretty easy choice. Besides, I wouldn’t mix rum with tea.

81. Do you live in the past? What time travelling secret do you have that I don’t know about?

82. Do you think that black cats actually bring bad luck? the fact that I’d have just seen a cat would already be the result of good luck.

83. When’s the last time you went to a party? Absolutely no idea. A long time ago

84. Do you like Chinese food over pizza? Very much so.

85. If you got married to the last person you kissed would you be happy? Married is a bit much

86. Can you go a month without swearing? I really couldn’t. Swearing is an ingrained part of my vocabulary, thanks to working in the security industry for 3 years.

87. If you had a chance to make $200, only, by stripping for truckers on a corner, would you? Why do you all think $200 is a lot of money?

88. Would you run down the street naked if it meant earning $15,000? That’s more like it. Yes I would certainly consider it at least

89. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? A couple of pairs. Currently wearing one of them

90. Do you automatically check your phone when you wake up? Yep

91. How many pairs of Converse do you own? Three but one of them are pretty destroyed and should go in the bin.

[fckoffhamlet]

                 SOMEBODY GOTTA RAISE A  l i t t l e HELL -  hst: 004 ( family tree )       below the cut is everything are some facts and headcanons about the family known                                                                    as the richards

JOHN RICHARDS ( fc: jeffrey dean morgan ) -

age: 50 job: cop  status: turned 

HEADCANONS -

- like major asshole to everyone but his family - cuddly ( grumpy ) teddy bear to his kids and wife - couldn’t exist w/o lillian, like honestly he might actually not function right we don’t know anymore???? - met lillian in highschool and they got married in college so like !!!! it’s been a long time with them  - doesn’t believe in anything but like fully supports whatever the fuck his kids are doing - not kidding he’s a hardcore atheist and just swears after you die that’s it??? but shuts his mouth around his kids bc they all have so many different beliefs -*ophelia voice* he’s only grumpy bc momma is a vegan and forces that on him bc WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER GODDAMN TRIP TO THE ER AT 2AM!!!! ( aka heart attacks aren’t fucking fun )  - l o v e s being a cop- 

LILLIAN RICHARDS ( fc: jessica chastain ) - 

age: 45 job: art teacher  status: dead or turned 

HEADCANONS -

- *ophelia voice* have you met my mother the hippie trash™ - honestly would DIE for her family ( or like stab whatever is trying to hurt them which ever comes first you know )  - very french??? like her accent is so thick most time people are like “w h a t ”  - “ can you pass me the...*snapping her fingers trying to remember it’s name* ah fuck” *one of her kids* “pretty sure that’s not legal mom...ask dad?”  - 100% chance she will have paint somewhere on her body - wiccan and will straight shush your nonsense beliefs about it - the calm parent until you fuck with her kids then you might want to move to another planet  - LIKE I DARE YOU TRY WITH HER KIDS SHE CAN GO FROM CALM TO MURDER IN TWO SECONDS - soft and sweet to all of her students even the assholes who honestly should be smack???

ALEXANDRIA “ALEX” RICHARDS ( fc: rita volk ) -

age: 26  job: psychology major with a minor in criminal law & part time hostess at some restaurant  status: unknown 

HEADCANONS - 

- smartest one out of her family and will smack you with that knowledge on the D A I L Y  - will also just straight up smack you if you are being stupid because she really doesn’t have time for it???  - wears her mental illness like a goddamn badge of honor ( bipolar 1 )  - her accent is a weird mix of her dad’s southern gruffness and her mom’s french mess??? she hates it because while tryin’ to sound professional sometimes she’ll look LIKE HER MOTHER AND FORGET PHRASE AND SHIT - 10/10 her father’s kid mainly because they are both violent has heck??? - used to be a pyromanic in her youth- like honestly there is a story buuttt let’s not go there. - will fite your whole family if you mess with her little sister, do not TOUCH OR INSULT DAISY WHILE ALEX IS AROUND!!!! - NOT A JOKE IF YOU WANT TO LIVE. DON’T. FUCKING. DO. IT  - *ophelia voice* she used to be a track star man just think about your life???

OPHELIA RICHARDS ( fc: kat mcnamara ) - 

age: 20  job: trader  status: alive 

HEADCANONS -

- adopted child of the family bc 1.lily wasn’t having three kids, two yes sure fine, THREE NOPE NADA ( she would’ve murdered john ) 2. lily fell in love with ophelia right away and would’ve murdered john and adopted ophelia after killing him if he said no. - most violent out of all her siblings like has a record for shit  - happiest little bean on the planet though, most of her record is for getting to fights for people starting shit about her GODDAMN FAMILY.  - agnostic but like aliens and ghost’s are fucking real as shit man.  - *ophelia voice* high school can burn in hell man. 

DAISY RICHARDS ( fc: sabrina carpenter ) - 

age: 17 job: part time at the local animal shelter.  status: unknown

HEADCANONS -

- youngest of the fam and never aloud to forget with the nicknames always flying outta alex’s or ophelia’s mouth - small little bby who is so innocent  - flower child to the M A X ! ! !  - bullies can suck it and they can suck it hard for picking on this sweet baby ( mostly likely they will be sucking their food through a straw after o or alex get’s a ahold of them??? ) - has like 50 animals- loves her some animals - only swears in french bc reasons - like the smallest cutest thing until she gets angry then y’all might wanna run - somehow she’s worst than o and alex together when pissed so it doesn’t happen often - 100% she was an accident, like her parents call her a happy FUCKING ACCIDENT TO HER FACE??? this family is the most fucked up man i s2g 

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I was pretty sure Mitch Mueller was going to kill me. As I grew up it was for different reasons but they all led to my demise. In middle school I thought he would hang me up a flag pole during summer break and let the birds eat away at my carcass. In senior year of highschool I thought he’d burying me alive in a ditch somewhere in the woods, or maybe tie me to a really heavy rock and push my in the river. A few weeks later I figured my end was near when I was asked to take pictures for prom and Mitch offered to drive me. God I hope that cyclist was okay. And now a few years later I’m staring at the bright red letters on the front of the hospital building, standing like an idiot with legs that feel like both jell-o and lead knowing damn well Mitch Mueller was going to give me a heart attack I swear.

Reality shoved me hard enough to get me moving as I walked inside the building and up to the receptionist desk. The blonde smiled sweetly at me as I asked to see a patient who was just signed in an hour earlier. “Sure dear, what’s the name?” I tell her and the smile turns into mild disgust and fear. That happens more often than you think. She checks her computer and hands me a slip with the door number and points me in the right direction. I thank her and leave. Don’t you have to be family to check up on them? I’m pretty sure you do but chalk it up that she was taken by surprise when I asked to see Mitch. That jelly feeling starts to come back the farther I go down the hallway. By the time I reach the right door they’re visibly shaking. But hey so are my hands. I felt cold, numb, that weird feeling when the blood drains out of you but also rushes through every vein a mile a minute. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like being here. I didn’t like why I was here but well no a days I didn’t like a lot of those things. Those things including- I knocked on the door and a rough but familiar voice said to come in- making sure my dumb ass boyfriend didn’t get himself killed. I opened the door just enough to slide in before closing it behind me. Everything was either stark white or that god awful pattern you only saw on Dixie cups and Vaporwave albums. Mixed with the smell of harsh soap and weak immune systems it was an assault on the senses.

“Well look who it is. Hey spots, glad you can make it these nurses aren’t exactly the life of the party.” Mitch laughed at his own joke followed by a silent curse and he rubbed his leg. I nodded staring at my feet. “Aw come on spots I ain’t gonna bite. Pull up a chair, jesus fuck you look worse than I do.” I looked up and I kind of wish I hadn’t. There was still dried blood smeared under his nose and lip that stained a few teeth of that trademark smirk. There was a cut across the bridge of his nose and over one eyebrow both sealed with medical tape. His right leg was propped up with pillows in a cast and there was so many… things just attach to his arm and chest that thankfully were mostly covered by the hospital gown. “Hello? Earth to spots? Anybody in there?” he waves his hand in front of my face and I snap out of it.

“W-what happened?”

“He speaks! Had me worried there for a sec. Those kids getting to you again? I swear I don’t why you thought photography teacher was a decent career ch-”

“What happened?” he stopped and the smirk wavered a bit.

“I sorta hit a deer.” he ran a hand through his hair, he only did that when he was nervous, stressed, lying, or all three.

“Sorta?” I kept my hands at my side hoping he wouldn’t notice them, he did anyway.

“Yeah look it wasn’t all that bad like I moved out of the way, only clipped it, it ran off so it’ll be fine. Spots come on it’s not like I hit it straight on.”

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“-Hit it straight on.” I argued but that didn’t seem to register with him. He keep looking at at my arm and the cast and the cuts and he just wasn’t listen. He stepped a little closer holding onto the railings, he looked back at the cast and started biting his lip. Green a blue lights started dancing in and out of existence around him. He was usually so keen on keeping them down in public but at this point that was that last thing he was thinking about. Fuck I think I had to tell him. Shit I didn’t want to tell him. But he kept looking at that damn cast and he knew clipping a deer didn’t do that kind of damage. Fuck I had to tell him. “Yeah I um… so I clipped a deer and-” I coughed and whispered under my breath that in an effort not to completely take out fucking bambi with my car I kinda jumped the railing and crashed into the river.

In hindsight maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.

For the next ten minutes I sat up the best I could trying to look a the puddled mess of my fucking boyfriend trying not to lose his shit (and failing miserably) in the corner. At least some part of his brain let him collapse in the chair instead of the floor these things were fucking nasty. His legs curled up to his chest and a hand over his mouth as he stared at an empty space of sanity between him and passing out. The blue lights mimicking the monitor on the side of the bed spiking around his shaking form. Christ was he gonna pass out? Shit I think he was. If anything he was gonna have an asthma attack. God dammit. I held out my hand and the chair screeched closer to the bed until the two touched. Painfully I turned to lay on my side and played with a curl in his hair. For the next couple of minutes we staid like that. Him panicking in his own little world as I idly mess with his hair. Eventually he’d come back to reality. He hated his hair being messed with, much more now that it’s pattern changed in the last few years making it even curlier than before. Sure enough when he composed himself (At least enough that he wasn’t shaking as much) he swatted my hand away automatically and tiny laugh escaped his lips as I reached for another curl. He grabbed my hand and I placed it against his cheek rubbing the soft skin. He started crying but at this point I think it was more relief than fear. At least for my heart’s sake I was going to tell myself it was out of relief. This kid I swear was going to be the death of me.

“You good now joey bean?” I leaned forward and kissed his head. My leg did not appreciate that shit but fuck have you seen my baby, my leg would just have to suck it the fuck up and deal with it. He laughed again and kissed me back.

“Okay-okay I’m good. You…” he stared at the cast and sighed. “You’re going to be okay.”

“Promise babe. Now be a doll and help me would ya moving this thing isn’t exactly easy.” he helped replace the pillows and I could lay back comfortably again. Well as comfortable as I could get, my leg felt like jell-o and the other just felt like pain. I was actually terrified when I went in the water, I did hit bambi straight on but spots didn’t need to know that. Spots also didn’t need to know that the river impact crumpled the car smashing out the bone s in my leg, and as far as I was concerned and I made painfully aware to ALL of the nurses before I let them call my joey bean, that none of these fuckers were going to let him know I had to be dragged out of said river because my heart stopped. That shit was going to my grave.

The doctor came in a while after and I was allowed to go home the next day. The next few weeks were… well…

“Oh my goodness just let me help you you stubborn bastard!”

“I can get up to take a piss by myself thank you”

“You walked where?!”

“Babe it’s half priced doughnut sunday. I wasn’t missing that”

“i’m not hurting you am I? I can move if-”

“Babe please just shut up and watch the movie.”

Well they were something. When I got the cast off it was such a damn relief for both of us. That night I could actually get up and grab a beer without him demanding he get it for me. I sat on the couch staring at the nearly mutes screen. I looked down and smiled. Jonas had fallen asleep about half way through the movie. I turned off the tv and stood up slowly, scooping him up in my arms and heading towards the bedroom. Honestly my leg still hurt like a bitch but any time I get to hold my squishy babe was pain well felt. I tucked him into bed and kissed him, he muttered and rolled over but otherwise remained still. “Night spots” as I turned out the light I swore I saw a small smile creep on his face. God this kid was going to be the death of me.

OHHHH MY GOSH DUDE!!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUBMITTING AGAIN AND I LOVED THIS,,, DANG MITCH GETTING HIMSELF HURT AUGUGHFD