#white socks and the dress is too childish

[cozy-the-overlord]

I find it very fascinating how a simple change in color can completely alter the way a person views an outfit. When I bought this dress and tried it on, I was wearing black knee high socks, and my mom made a comment about how sexy the dress was — she asked me if I was sure I wanted it, because "it's a little risqué." I am currently wearing the exact same dress, styled in the exact same way, except my knee high socks are white instead of black, and my mom just told me that I looked like a little girl.

[aalanahh0]

Find the gold digger.

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warnings : natalie nun here bbg

A\N : first nervous, kinda fanfic

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SHOCK was plastered on my face when I found out I was accepted in a dating video. I was just bored on a saturday night, saw the email and signed up as a joke, not thinking I was actually gonna be in !?

Although, I do know of the Beta Squad. And have a little crush on Sharky. Maybe.

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The day of the video arrived as I stood in the line of girls in my little black dress, white socks and Mary Janes, where the staff told me to stay and wait.

"Let's bring out the females."

I heard Sharky *girlish screaming* call all of us over as we entered the room.

"Hi guys !"

He said before the girls all greeted him back as I was the only one who waved. Oh my days, awkward.

"So can you tell me your names, ages and what you guys do."

The girl at the start of the line replied firstly.

"I'm Danika, I'm 29 and I'm a bouncer."

"I'm Chantelle, I'm 26 and I'm a stripper."

And so everyone announced their names, ages and jobs, going down to me.

"Y/N. Um, my name's Y/N."

Oh my days, embarrassing, kill me already. Sharky chuckled before I added,

"I'm 25 and a kindergarten teacher."

He nodded and stared at me for a little too long.

"Is that bad ?"

I blurted nervously.

"No, no sorry."

He seemed to shake out of his daydreaming and continued.

"So, the point of the game.."

As he explained, I took a moment to take in his face. His round doe eyes under his curved lashes, his perfect button nose, his soft moisturized lips-

"Hi."

My eyes widened when I got jumpscared by the man I was admiring earlier. There was an awkward silence and an intense eye contact session between us.

"Hi..?"

I squeaked, mentally slapping myself. Sharky let out a little chuckle.

"Can you tell me why you're interested in me ?"

"Well, you're pretty nice with people, you've got an adorable smile and I feel like we would go good together, you seem like the type of guy who just listens, and I waffle, a lot."

I giggle nervously as he nods, going back to his original spot, speaking up.

"Well, you're all beautiful women so this is gonna be hard, very hard."

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Time flied as the time for Sharky to have his three dates came. I patiently but nervously waited for my turn to come as one of the staff member told me that Sharky called me over. I'm suprised I even made it to the top three. I walked over to the table as he got up to hug me.

"Hi, you look lovely."

"Hi, I can say the same."

I giggled. As we both sat down, an awkward silence settled in before we laughed.

"So, um, what is your ideal type of date with me ?"

"Umm, it would probably be like something where we can really know each other, like bowling, yeah ?"

My eyes returned to Sharky to see him already staring at me.

"You don't like bowling ?"

I nervously mumbled.

"No, no sorry, you're just very pretty."

I laughed nervously, hiding my face in my palms, embarrassed.

"Oh my days, stop !"

"What ?? I'm being honest. But enough about that, what do you listen to ?"

"To be honest ? I listen to everything. As ong as it sound good to my ears."

"Mmh. But if you had to specify, who would be your favorite artist ?"

"Ooh, you just asked the most impossible question ever,"

Sharky laughed at my joke.

"can't specify it but I can tell you my top five, though."

"Go on."

small warning : those are my own personal fav artists BUT you can change it to your own OR YOU CAN TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS i wanna get to know yall !!!

"Okay, so at five we have Childish Gambino, at four PARTYNEXTDOOR, at three PinkPantheress, at two Frank Ocean and at one Tyler, the Creator."

He nodded.

"Frank at two is crazy but fair play. So can you tell me how you found out about me ?"

"So, I was actually watching TV with my little sister and she said you wanted to meet you all. So I searched up some meet-ups you guys had and planned to go there, but unfortunatly something happened so yeah."

"Oh, that's too bad, wish I would've met you earlier. And, random question, do I make you nervous ?"

I nod violently, hearing Sharky laugh.

"That's crazy 'cause make me nervous !"

"I do ?? You literally have the most gorgeous face known to man, you have every gyal out there wanting you !"

"Oh my days...Anyways, can I ask you why you're a kindergarten teach ?"

"Well, I love kids. Under 6 'cause they're chaotic. Sometimes they're the cutest babies, I swear. You know, one time, it was like playtime and I was new, watching the kids, yeah ? Then this sweet little girl came up to me, asking me how I was, what was my name and such. We hung out for a bit with her friends and then, when it was time for the parents to come pick the kids up, I met her mom and the litttle girl was all like "mommy look I made a new best friend !" oh she was the sweetest little baby !"

and this is a true story!!! it happened to me, shoutout to little nyah :3

"Really ? You know from first look, you look like a good care for kids."

"For real ?"

He then took my hands.

"Maybe I could give you some."

My eyes widened as I looked around the room awkwardly.

"Let's maybe wait 'til the second date for that, okay ?"

I chuckle awkwardly.

"Yeah, no, sorry, the guys made me say that, that was mental.."

It was then his turn to chuckle. We then started to really tune into the conversation, talking about everything and nothing, completly forgeting the limited time we had before we both heard that the date was over as I pouted playfully.

"Oh no, that's too bad, I was really enjoying this.."

I got up and he did as well.

"Me too man."

He pulled me in for a hug, a long, long, comforting hug. We pulled away but still stayed close, making eye contact as we both laughed and said our goodbyes.

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The time for Sharky to chose one of us for love when we all came back into the room.

I waved at Sharky, him waving back.

"It's been a long process today, I'm breaking you all down, my friends have helped me as well. Four of you are actually here for this thousand pounds, one of you is actually interested in me, so..It hurts, it hurts that four of you have lied to me today. But one of you, I feel like you let me know that you are actually interested, seriously so..Umm, the person that I think is interested in me and is not here for the money is.."

An tense pause was introduced in the room as he got up.

"..number 3."

My heart dropped to my asshole as I was quick to frown and drop my smile, seeing her do it instead.

"So, I wanna ask you one question..If you're here for the money, take the money. Are you here for love or are you here for the money ?"

He stood out his hand with the money, waiting, just for her to take.

"Sorry."

She laughed.

"But if you want, we can still go on a date, you know, once you go black, you never go back !

CRAZYYY

He opened his mouth in shock as he got back to sit on his chair.

"Okay, well my mind's frazeled. Alright, well it's time to find out who actually was interested, soo..In a few seconds, and whoever was actually here for love, step forward."

I look around if anyone was gonna fake it before I stepped forward, seeing complete shock on his face as I faked a smile.

"Oh my days, nah, I completely flumbled it, innit ?"

I nodded as he got up to hug me, rubbing my back, mumbling a few sorrys.

"I'm so so sooooooo sorry, darling."

"Nah, it's okay."

I pat his back before he sat back down on his chair.

"Okay, well I don- I was completely wrong, way off, but, yeah, I've failed my challenge, I got it wrong but yeah, that’s life so…Play the trailer.”

As soon as the last words came out of his mouth and the cameras were cut, everyone went back to what their doing as I’ve gone to pick up my stuff before Sharks came over

“Hey Y/N, I just wanna say that I’m so so sorry.”

“No, really, it’s okay, but all those compliments were for what ? The wind ?”

He had an extremely terrified face on before I laughed and patted his shoulder, a look of relief on his face as I spoke again,

“I’m joking, don’t worry.”

I smiled before all of the Beta Squad came over, hugging me ??

“We are so sorry about this bastard man. We literally yelled in his ear that it definitely was you but this prick pussio was deaf.”

Chunkz reassured me as we all laughed before they left, except Sharky.

“Listen, I’m truly sorry and you’re really pretty so for you to forgive me, you wanna go on a date ?”

He looked at me with hope in his eyes, searching for any stare of disagreement in mine as I nodded, smiling.

“Why not ?”

I shrug as I hug him, him hugging me closer if that was even possible.

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A\N : OH MY DAYYS THIS TOOK SOOOO LONGHGGHHHHHHHHHGHHG i hope y’all are happy with the results ‼️

[bl1ssful-blasphemy]

Some more about me 🐀

Because one post was not enough 🎀

✒️ Anime and video games are a huge inspiration for me in my character design

✒️ I always write with a fountain pen

✒️ I have a thing for leg wear : stocking, fishnets, cute socks, leg warmer etc

✒️ I love stripped sweaters and stripped stockings ( black and white ones specifically)

Like that

✒️ I love Alice in Wonderland and everything close to that universe ( Alice Madness Returns, for example). Alice in Wonderland is one of my favorite books, Disney and movies all time.

✒️ I love Cabaret Goth/Dark Cabaret and Horror Circus vibes in media

✒️ I'm a baby bat

✒️ Back in 2020, I had a Creepy Pasta phase and even wrote fanfics about it. ( Some of them involving knives and blood play even thought I wasn't aware it was a thing )

✒️ I discovered Emilie Autumn way too late ( in 2024 )

✒️ I love wearing tightly laced corsets

✒️ I have two pairs of heart-shaped sunglasses

✒️ Cats and rats are my favorite animals. In fact, I cried when my sister's dog killed a rat…

✒️ I only dress in a childish way because I look too childish to bring myself to dress like my age.

✒️ I'm a natural blond, but I dye my hair because I hate my dirty blond hair

✒️ I only write in the notebook my ex girlfriend gave me

✒️ My fingers are always cold.

✒️ I hate having long nails.

✒️ I always had a thing for werewolf and vampires

✒️ I LOVE older men

My kinks are in the tags 🐀

DNI

People under 18

Rightists

LGBT+ phobes

SH and pro-ana blogs

IA "artists"

People romanticizing Lolita

Empty blogs

[lovesick-and-inadequate]

A Child in the Eyes of a God

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Summary: If you're going to act like a brat, Zhongli has no reason to treat you like an adult.

TW; gn reader, yandere content, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, forced feminization, infantilization, yandere Zhongli, non consensual touching, forced (non-sexual) DDLG (?), 

What use did Zhongli have to treat you as your age when you scream and cry and beg for him to let you go, to leave you alone, to stop touching you.

You throw fit after fit, refusing to do anything other than sit on your bed and pout like a toddler when he doesn't do what you so desperately demand of him.

And the times you do behave, it's only if he promises to reward you.

He'll wave a key in the air, saying that if you stop whining about the chains hurting your ankles and your mattress being so uncomfortable that it hurts, that he'll take the chains off and let you sleep in his bed - with him of course.

And it works, for a while.

But then you start to complain that he touches you too much when you share a bed, he holds you too tightly and you can't move. That you get too warm at night and can't sleep.

And your voice gets so annoyingly high pitched and whiny that he gets a headache whenever you beg and squirm in his grip. 

So, really, what use does he have to treat you your age? To treat you like the ‘independent adult’ you seem to claim you are? 

Which is why he took it upon himself to act as a caretaker in the supposed relationship. He swaps out your wardrobe for frilly dresses, cute thigh high socks, shoes that are more for display than actual wear and too many childish accessories.

He changes he basement, painting the walls like a pastel sky with clouds and birds. The furniture is switched for furniture made more for display than actual use. And your bed. Zhongli buys a king sized bed with pink sheets and white pillowcases, a beautiful canopy drapes over it from it’s anchor on the ceiling.

And you despise it. 

You hate everything he did to what was supposed to be your bedroom - though you never viewed it as more than a cell.

The cutesy dressed he forced onto you, only to lace up tighter than they need to be, leaving you breathless. The Mary janes that were just slightly too tight to be comfortable.

Everything about it was wretched. 

He treated you like a child, forcing you to drink out of kiddy cups and eat with plastic cutlery and dishes. You weren’t aloud in the kitchen without his permission and supervision, and even then, you were only aloud to use the fridge and microwave, with his assistance of course.

And anything you did in protest got you nothing but coos and forced physical affection, because obviously you were just having a tantrum. 

When you finally, truly broke, after nights of crying in the basement and thrashing when he tried to put makeup on you, you gave up. You caved in and slowly, you accepted your fate.

You realized there was no escape from this place, and no escape from him. So, you simply gave up. You let him treat you like a doll, dressing you up, delicately applying makeup, and pose you for the kamera.

And he truly loved it. Loved having complete control over you.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

that sock garters post + your businessman steve tags.... mr s i am thinking!!! baby bucky on his knees, while steve instructs him to take it off using only his mouth 😩

'no hands, pup', steve says to him, while bucky whines on the floor, the leash attached to his collar willing him to obey, to be good for his daddy 🥴

related to this

I AM SO GLAD YOU SENT THIS ASK.

I was thinking about that, and, in my head, I just... all I see is this Steve:

I know that was a suit for a funeral in the film but, just, put that out of your mind for now. Focus on how good he looks...

His square jaw and perfect, swept back hair paired with his smart sunglasses and sure mouth. The jacket is perfectly tailored to his broad, wide shoulders, and that classic white shirt and waistcoat underneath are well fitted, too. His waistcoat even has a cinch in the back to fit his sculpted, trim waist--extenuating it. His belt is polished and tight, holding his slacks in place, showing off the length of his legs with their traditional, straight fit. The fabric of his slacks is smooth and makes the softest, most pleasant swish, swish, swish as he struts, all confidence and power. Heads turn, necks break.

There are details throughout. The cinch of his waistcoat. The perfectly pressed fabric. The butter-soft, shining leather of his belt and shoes. There are even details where they're invisible, underneath that perfect, polished exterior--his sleeveless undershirt has even been pressed and clings to him like a second skin, his briefs are clinging and smooth as well, and, of course, his socks and their garters.

Steve slipped his feet into his sensible, all black work socks early, just after briskly showering, styling his hair with a round brush and blow drier, whistling to pass the time, dressing himself meticulously, building his outfit from his classic wardrobe, and setting his coffee to start. He points his toes and steps into them after rolling the legs of his pants up to just below his knees. After, he soothes any creases in his socks. He pulls the elastic garters up, attaches them, and takes another moment to smooth things out. He slides into his shiny, unblemished work shoes. Then, he unrolls his slacks, hiding his socks and garters. Finally, he stands, rising to his full, impressive height, buttons his suit jacket and swiftly moves into the kitchen, catching his coffee and toast. There's enough time for a quick flick through the newspaper, sitting at their wooden dining table in the open-plan kitchen and hosting space, before he has to run off to work, smelling like coffee and subtle cologne.

On especially bright, ideal days, Bucky wakes up in time to bundle himself in a fuzzy robe, tumble his way out of bed--half rubbing the sleep from his eyes and half winding his hair into a bed-headed mess that's more out of his face, tied back--to lean against the kitchen doorway, watching his immaculate partner go through his well-timed routine. There's always an extra minute for Steve to hum at the sight of him, planting a kiss on his sleep-warm cheek, and hand him the last half of his coffee in its pleasantly steaming mug.

So, yes, Steve is the well-dressed, well-mannered every day man. When he wants to, he has the skills to talk his way into and out of anything. It's why he makes a fantastic business man.

But...

That's also why he makes such a perfect dominant. He can come home from a long, busy day, a sigh on the cusp of falling from his lips, but restrain. He doesn't need to resort to such frivolous, even childish actions like pouting when he instead can allow himself to settle on the wooden bench in their home's entryway for a moment. Before he can even reach for his shoes himself, his wonderful partner and pet is scrambling to greet him--always such a pretty, eager thing.

"Daddy," his eyes are bright, and so is his voice, even if it's mostly breath. A gorgeous sort of purr.

"Buck," Steve hums, eagerly drinking in the way he folds onto his knees between Steve's thighs. Once he's in position, Steve lets one heavy, big hand card through his long, silky hair. He loves the way it glides through his hands like water. "Hi, puppy."

"Hi," such a sweet thing, he's already blushing. Warm and affectionate, just like a puppy should be.

"How was your day, pup?" Steve asks, genuinely curious.

"Good," Bucky brushes a warm kiss to his knee, "did the usual."

"That's good," he approves.

"Mmm-hmm," Bucky bites his lip.

Watching over the handsome, slightly-crooked line of his nose, Steve inquires, "anything elsw you want to ask, pup?"

"Uh," he flushes a shade darker, "uh-huh."

"Ask away then, silly boy," he rumbles.

His puppy gives a happy wiggle, "can I..." he drags his sky-blue eyes down the line of his legs, "can I help, Daddy?"

"I'd love that, Buck," he smiles.

"Okay," he wiggles again. If he had a tail, it'd be thumping against the floor. His whole body leans closer to the floor, too, squirming down and reaching for the laces of his shoes.

"No hands, pup, remember your manners," Steve murmurs. His chest full and happy.

Bucky audibly swallows what should've been a whine. His excitement boiling over, "yes, Daddy," he whispers.

Then, his sweet boy brings his mouth to the tops of his shoes and delicately positions the aglet between his front teeth, tugging his head back gently, just enough to unwind the tie. He loosens his shoelaces carefully--right then left--and is extra careful and affection to nose around his ankles. Nuzzling in. Tracing the sharp, strong shapes of the lateral and medial melleolus as well as the front of his tibia through his socks and slacks. Bucky's curious nose is vaguely cold, but Steve doesn't care.

When he asks so prettily for help, Steve lifts his feet, one then the other in turn, out of his dress shoes. Then, Bucky takes the first of his shoes into his mouth, holding it securely but not hard enough to leave teeth marks in the nice, polished leather, and crawls on his hands and knees across the entryway to place the shoe in the appropriate place on their organized rack. The handsome sway of his hips as he moves is hypnotic. The only thing that would make this better would be if he were naked--Steve knows the wings of his shoulderblades, the notches of his spine, the breadth of his hips, and the length of this thighs well. But a reminder never hurt anyone.

Bucky fetches and returns the second shoe just as beautifully as he does the first.

He's breathtaking even in the poor, dim evening lighting of the front of their house. Well trained and so obedient. He melts stunningly into his role--little hearts in his hazy eyes, lips pink, warm breaths so heated with content pleasure they come out in soft clouds. Perfect.

They eat dinner in near silence, comfortable and unhurried. The clink and clanking of their plates, cutlery, and glasses.

Then, they end the evening with Bucky back at his feet, one of his hands securely wrapped around Steve's ankle, before he changes out of his work clothes. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, Bucky's fingers flirt with the tops of his socks and the garters keeping them in place. Mindless. He's so sweet and pretty, it's all Steve can do to pull him into his lap, wrap his legs around his waist, and carry him to bed where he scarcely can unzip and pull himself out before ravaging him on their perfectly made bed.

Steve thrusts into him deep and hard, his arousal coiling tightly in the carnal pleasure of his hot, wet body, of course, but mostly he pulls his arousal from the watery, overwhelmed tears building in his puppy's eyes and the soft, helpless whines he makes and the trembling pout of his lips made especially worse when Steve spares one hand from holding his weight up over his puppy, rutting into him, to choke him instead.

Bucky paws at his wrist with both hands, not trying to get him to stop, trying to make him grab harder even as he gasps and moans silently.

Steve vows right then and there that tomorrow, he's calling off work, and they're going to go shopping. His puppy needs a collar and leash. He's so well trained that he doesn't need them to obey, but his Daddy wants it. He wants it all. He wants him so bad. His good boy. He wants it complete with a tag, silver inscribed with his contact information. His puppy.

"Mine." Steve growls, kissing him on the mouth. Hard.

"Yes!" Bucky cries, his eyes rolling back, so stuffed full of cock that he's choking--he'd be choking even if there weren't a hand on his throat.

Yes yes yes, oh, God, yes, he feels so owned and fucked and good.

[mybadlywrittenstories]

Two Different Worlds (Jasper Hale Fanfiction) Chapter Two

Word Count: 2,699

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

A chorus of grumbled profanities left my chapped lips as my hand searched blindly for my deafening alarm. Once the alarm was silenced, I groggily opened my eyes, rubbing the crusted sleep from my eyes as I did. Looking over to my clock I saw the time read 6:02am. A sense of anxiety began to fill my chest as I realized today would be my first day at my new high school.

It seemed childish to worry about something so trivial as going to a new school especially when I would only be here for the next few months. The typical 'what if I get lost' and 'what if no one likes me?' echo in my head regardless. Childish or not, I was still worried. Which is why I decided to get up so god-awfully early. To make the absolute best first impression I could, this was a small town after all. I'm sure whatever gossip spreads around about me is going to be based mainly on how today goes.

My body protested as I clamored out of bed, desperate for more rest. I didn't forfeit and go back to bed though, I dragged myself in the shower carrying my toiletries basket with me and grabbing two towels from the hallway closet on my way. I went through my typical shower routine, the mundane task did little to help wake me up. There was however a sense of comfort in the familiar tasks such as scrubbing my hair with my coconut-scented shampoo and washing my face with some bubbly cleanser Abbi had let me 'permeantly borrow'. Even tho I was across the country, some things were still the same. It was a pleasant reminder that they were still there for me, regardless of the distance.

As I left the shower I dried my hair to the best of my ability with the first of my two towels, wrapping the second securely around my frame. I made a mental note that I'd have to ask Bella if she brought our shared hair dryer. I rubbed some coconut oil into the length of my hair and combed through its length with my fingers. Moving onto my face I applied a sweet-scent moisturizer to my face. Lastly, I brushed my teeth for a solid three minutes and used Charlie's Spirimint mouthwash.

Once I felt properly cleaned, I made my way out of the bathroom, dropping my hair towel and dirty pajamas into the hallway hamper, and went back into my room. Good impression... Good impression... Repeated in my mind as I tore through my suitcases looking for something to wear. I threw my red corduroy pants onto my bed, then looked for a matching shirt. The weather in Forks was wildly different than in Arizona, so my shirt selection was limited. After about five minutes of my irritating search, I landed on my thick white sweater. The only sweater in my wardrobe; I mentally noted I may want to pick up a few extra shirts and pants the next time I was close to a department store.

--Ding Ding Ding

I heard the distant sound of Bella's alarm going off in her room, followed quickly by the muffled sluggish footsteps of her getting up to go use the restroom. Sparing a glance at my digital clock I saw it was already 7:20, meaning I had about an hour to do my makeup, and hair, and then eat before we had to be on our way to school.

I rustled through my bags again searching for a pair of socks, underwear, and bra, then swiftly got dressed. I took a seat in the old leather desk chair my father had bought me secondhand a few years ago, and started to apply my makeup. I am by no means a pro makeup artist so I settled for a little bit of concealer, lipgloss, light blush and highlighter, and some pink-tinted eyeshadow mixed with a light brown; dabbing a light dusting of the highlighter around the tear ducts of my eyes. As far as hair went, I never got very fancy with it, opting to quickly brush my hair out to ensure no knots, then slapping a scrunchie on my wrist just in case the wind proved to be too much today.

I grabbed my pair of dusty white sketchers with me, as I made my way out of my room. My dirty towel was left forgotten on my bedroom floor. I could hear Bella still getting ready in her room and decided I would make something for the both of us to eat before school. I clamored down the staircase and into the kitchen, as I browsed through the kitchen I realized I'd have to stop by the store sometime soon to stock up the Kitchen. Charlie seemingly had been living on scraps for god knows how long.

I placed two pieces of wheat bread into the toaster and pushed down the lever, then poured some slightly stale-looking Cheerios into two bowls and placed the milk on the table. I buttered the toast once it was done cooking and placed one piece in front of each of the bowls. As I poured milk into my bowl, I heard Bella's door slam open followed by the clumsy footsteps of her coming downstairs. She wore a simple green button-up shirt and grey long-sleeve ensemble, paired typically with a pair of dark skinny jeans. It wasn't anything fancy but it was very Bella.

"I made breakfast" I stated as she entered the Kitchen, "It's nothing fancy Dad doesn't have much." I finished before eating my meal, she hummed in agreement before sitting down silently and picking at the piece of toast.

"Should we go grocery shopping?" She asked, pouring the milk into her bowl.

"Yeah, probably," I answered before shoving a mouthful of cereal into my mouth. Once I swallowed I continued, "I have a half schedule here, since I completed most of my credits back in Arizona. If you don't mind I could take your truck once I am done, then pick some stuff up at the market."

She hummed in consideration, then nodded her head, "Yeah that'll work. Just don't take too long. I don't want to wait in this weather." She said, wrinkling her nose up in disgust.

"I'll be quick, don't worry."

We finished eating in silence, not an uncomfortable silence. This is how it was often like with Bella, she was always content to sit in silence. No need for unnecessary chit-chat.

Bella took both our dishes to the sink and started to speedily rinse them off. I took the time to check my back backpack and make sure everything I'd be needing was tucked away safely.

Books- Check. Notepad- Check. Pencil Pouch- Check. iPod- Check. Earbuds- Check.

I tucked my small flip phone in the side pocket, everything I'd need to survive the day. Neatly packed up, ready to go. As Bella came into the small hallway, she handed me a small wad of cash.

"From the grocery fund."

"Thanks."

We both put on our jackets, lugged our school bags onto our shoulders, and laced up of sneakers. She grabbed her new car keys off the small hook and opened the door for me. I nodded my head in thanks as we made our way out in the frigid early morning.

The drive to school went smoothly, her engine roared to life almost comically loud. Suddenly, I was thankful Charlie had gifted this old truck to Bella instead of me; I could feel the eyes turning towards us as we slowly drove by through the town. I'm surprised it didn't seem to make a difference to her, typically she hates having the attention drawn on her.

We made it to the school a lot quicker than we had expected. The school being on the other side of town didn't hold as much of a punch as it did back in Phoenix. It took us less than ten minutes to make it to Forks High. The parking lot was already busy and bustling full of students, all of whom turned their eyes to watch the unfamiliar old truck roll up; Alerted due to the sound of the engine.

Bella was quick to park in the nearest available space and shut off the engine. Her cheeks dusted a light pink-- Ah so the noise does bother her. A small smirk tugged at my lips, it was a tad cruel but it did seem fair. She gets a free car, she deserves a light sprinkling of public humiliation.

We made our way into the school office together, thankfully it wasn't hard to find. This school was not even a quarter the size of our old high school. The lady sitting at the front desk was a rather large woman, with big red hair; a few streaks of grey mixed into the wild web of hair. On top of her nose sat a pair of round glasses which seemed to shrink her already small eyes. On the desk in front of her lay a nameplate 'Shelly Cope'

"Well good morning, the Swan girls I presume?" She asked, her voice was sweet but had a certain stern edge to it. No doubt caused by her many years working with unruly teens.

"Yes ma'am," I answered for both of us, "We just needed to pick up our class schedules."

"I see, I see." She mumbled moving around a few papers on her desk. "Just give me a minute, dear. I know I had them around here somewhere..." She trailed off.

Me and Bella stood there awkwardly as she frantically searched through the mounds of paper littered across her desk. That familiar anxious thrumming of my heartbeat in my chest, I don't know why but a sense of extreme unease started to wash over me. It was making me nauseous.

"Here we go, girls!" Ms. Cope exclaimed lifting up two bundles of paper. "This one is for you Isabella." She stated holding out a piece of paper for Bella to grab. Bella made an unhappy noise at the use of her full name, but grabbed the paper regardless; mumbling a quiet thank you. "And this one is for you, dear," She handed me a stack of three papers. "You'll have a class schedule, a map of the school, and an attendance sheet. Please make sure your teachers sign the attendance sheet and then turn it back into me at the end of your classes." She finished, a genuine warm smile spreading across her face.

"Will do."

"No problem."

We both walked out of the office and looked at our class schedules. Both of us groaned when we were reminded of Forks High's most frustrating policy. Mandated Gym all four years. I could take some solace in the fact I only had three periods, and the last one I'd be able to go immediately home and shower-- assuming it was a particularly sweaty workout.

Bella peered over to my schedule and let out a sigh when she saw we shared no classes together. I put a reassuring arm around her should and dragged her away from the parking lot. "Don't worry, Bells. Time will fly by at school you'll hardly notice I'm gone." I joked, giving her shoulder a soft squeeze.

"I just thought it would be nice if at least you were in some of my classes, would be nice to not be completely alone."

It stung at my heart to hear the tone in her voice, maybe I could stay for her lunch period after my gym class. Make sure she wasn't wallowing in self pity by herself at lunch. "Don't stress about it to much, you dork. I'll come eat with you at lunch, how does that sound?"

"I guess that would be okay."

"See you then, Bells! Now let's get to class." I urged, and we parted ways. My first period was English with a Mr. Berty. Second Period was Trigonometry with Mr. Varner. Then lastly, Gym with Coach Clapp. I unfolded the map in my small stack paper and tried to pinpoint my first class. It didn't take me very long to find where I was supposed to go, the map seemed pretty straight forward. So on my way I went, following the map and the few signs scattered around the bustling halls.

As the minutes ticked by, the halls started to thin out and pretty soon I was alone in the long hallway staring down at the map that started to seem more and more complex as time went on. I swear the class should be right here, but as I looked through the windows of the classroom all I saw was vacant rooms. Stacked up chairs and desks in the corner. How the hell did I end up here?

"Are you lost?" A voice called from shockingly close behind me, an angelic voice that was captivatingly alluring. I turned to see who had spoken and my heart skipped a beat. A small frail looking girl stood in front of me, her short spikey hair perfectly framing her ungodly beautiful face accentuating her abnormally gold tinted eyes. A small sense of fear started to snake it's way through my body, causing confusion to swirl around in my head. I was only about 5'3 but I almost toward over this angel on earth, there was no reason for me to fear her; and yet here I was heart beating quickly, hands becoming more clammy by the second.

"Uhm," I cleared my throat, trying to push away my unease, "Well, yes. I thought this was the way to my English class but I seem to have gotten turned around somewhere." I explained sheepishly.

Her melodious laugh broke the awkward silence that had encapsulated us. "How perfect." She sung, clapping her small hands together, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "I was just heading there when I saw you wondering around over here. Why don't you walk with me?" She offered, beaming up at me.

"That's very kind of you," I smiled, her genuine kindness dissipated my unease, I motioned down the hall for her, "After you."

A small giggle escaped her mouth yet again, "That's the wrong way, Cali. We have to go back the way you came. You turned left when you should've gone right." She stated, grabbing my hand and leading me along with her. She was exuding such optimism I almost missed her used of my nickname.

"How did you know my name was Cali?" I asked, trying to pull my hand back to my side in skepticism, but her iron clad grip didn't weaken. Without missing a single beat she responded to my question, "Oh I suppose I got a bit ahead of myself." Her light skip towards the end of the hall slowed and she looked over at me as she continued, "I'm Alice Cullen, and trust me everyone knows about you and you sister Isabella. You've been the talk of the town." I cringed slightly at the thought of my dad running around talking about me, hopefully he didn't tell anyone anything to embarrassing. What she said covered everything, except one small detail. I could see her mouth twitch the second I opened my mouth to speak.

"How did you know I went by Cali though?" I pondered, noticing the smallest glint in her eye, "Most people call me by my first name Calliope, at least when we first meet." I explained, nervous I had upset her going off the look on her face.

Her face perked up within the second, quickly responding, "Well I wasn't positive but you don't look like the type to go by Calliope, call it a lucky guess."

"Ah I see, that's fair. Very lucky guess." Her face lit up and she picked up her quick skip as we neared the end of the empty hall, "You'll learn that about me pretty quickly, my dear. I make very lucky guesses." She sung before we stopped outside of a door, right as the bell rang. "Here it is."

[fatherfigurefusion]

Introducing you to the cast of Downfall of the Uprising (1/4):

(You might already know the first two characters from my drawings of them, but I have since mentally updated them. If anyone could draw them, I would be so happy!)

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Arata Kocho

Talent: Ultimate (Criminal) Reformer

Birthday: June 28th (Cancer)

Gender: FTM (he/him)

Sexuality: pansexual

Height: 5 FT 9 IN (175 cm)

Likes: butterflies and gardening

Dislikes: sharp objects and stairs

Appearance: An average build, shaggy dark grey hair that goes past his shoulders and is tied into a side plait (with an ahoge that curves to the left), icy blue eyes with the left one hidden behind an off-white eyepatch, a light grey sweater vest with a darker grey argyle pattern over an off-white dress shirt, dark grey pants, off-black socks, and bluish-grey loafers, an almost-black sidebag with navy blue butterfly designs stitched into it.

Arata gained his title from starting and managing an organization dedicated to the rehabilitation of teenage delinquents. As his title and profession would attest to, Arata is optimistic and a firm believer in the idea that people can always change for the better. This vehement belief of his leads to his dislike for people that are too black-and-white in their mindsets, which leads to Arata treating those that adhere to such beliefs with a more condescending tone. In spite of his beliefs coloring his views on others, Arata always tries to be as polite and kind as possible to everyone, and is willing to give everyone the benefit of doubt, no matter how much they may irk him. According to others, he is noted for having a "calming presence".

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Seiji Igarashi

Talent: Ultimate Whistleblower

Birthday: February 4th (Aquarius)

Gender: male (he/him)

Sexuality: bisexual

Height: 5 FT 3 IN (160 cm)

Likes: punk music and kiwis

Dislikes: cosmetics and politicians

Appearance: An average yet scrawny build, surprisingly-smooth chestnut brown hair with a thin ahoge in the center, green eyes with noticeable bags that appear to glow when emotional, a black blazer with a red logo on the back over an unzipped green hoodie, which is also over a white dress shirt, black and red fingerless gloves, black pants, red and white sneakers.

Famous for his work in exposing various corrupt business owners over the internet, Seiji (also known by his internet handle of JUSTORM) garnered a massive online following of people determined to follow his every move and carry out "justice". Unfortunately, this bold and determined online personality hardly matches Seiji's real life personality. In reality, thanks to spending most of his days holed up in his room, he is rather socially inept and gullible. Because of that, he gets lead by the nose rather often and is easily susceptible to flattery, for, in spite of his awkward personality, he holds his talent with great pride. There are some allegations that Seiji's perception of justice is "childish", "naive", or too "black-and-white", but these allegations hardly hold any water.

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Hatsue Furukawa

Talent: Ultimate Museum Curator

Birthday: August 10th (Leo)

Gender: female (she/her)

Sexuality: bisexual

Height: 5 FT 5 IN (165 cm)

Likes: antique shops and coffee

Dislikes: windy weather and frosting

Appearance: A thin and dainty build, waist-length orange hair that curls into ringlets near the ends, a brown beret on top of her head, brown eyes framed by thin round glasses, a black vest with orange buttons and edges over a white dress shirt and a red tie, black gloves, an orange skirt, black leggings, and brown loafers.

The Furukawa family runs one of the oldest and most popular museums in Japan, with Hatsue functioning as their primary curator, being in charge of both researching and maintaining the museum's many artifacts and exhibits. Because the Furukawas are very close-knit, Hatsue holds family very close to her heart, with that attitude even extending to those she considers friends. But considering her socially-awkward personality, the circle of people she considers to be friends are rather limited, and the leadership that comes with that talent doesn't really extend beyond the museum. Because of her talent, she is highly knowledgable in just about every aspect of history, and would readily jump at the chance to explain all she knows to you. 

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Hikari Takamine

Talent: Ultimate Athletic Trainer

Birthday: September 1st (Virgo)

Gender: MTF (she/her)

Sexuality: bisexual

Height: 5 FT 6 IN (167 cm)

Likes: steak and bees

Dislikes: smoke and swimming pools

Appearance: A surprisingly scrawny build, midback-length black hair with yellow streaks resembling lightning bolts dyed into it and tied into a high ponytail, golden eyes, a yellow track jacket with black stripes on the sleeves and some additional white and red details over a black sports bra with a simple yellow lightning bolt logo on the front, black athletic shorts, black and yellow sneakers, bandages wrapped around both her arms and legs, has white knee and arm braces.

Garnering fame for her skills in educating and training prospective athletes several years her senior, Hikari is all about the grind and working hard to achieve your dreams, even if she has to be a bit harsh or loud to accomplish this. During tense situations, Hikari takes it upon herself to be the leader and keep everybody else from getting hurt or killed, which means she can be quite overbearing at times. Her strong sense of responsibility means that she takes failure hard and can have difficulty recovering when it seems like she's failed someone. In spite of what her talent would suggest, Hikari is noticeably uncomfortable with undertaking strenuous exercises herself, and would much rather help other people achieve the dreams that she can't. 

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I'd love to hear your thoughts so far on them!

[sleepycatten]

Here's alt text for everyone, copied from Samantha's repost on Twitter 💖

Panel 1.

The word Énouement is written in white, against a dark field of stars.

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows defines énouement as "the bittersweetness of having arrived here in the future, where you can finally get the answers to how things turn out in the real world—who your baby sister would become, what your friends would end up doing, where your choices would lead you, exactly when you’d lose the people you took for granted—which is priceless intel that you instinctively want to share with anybody who hadn’t already made the journey, as if there was some part of you who had volunteered to stay behind, who was still stationed at a forgotten outpost somewhere in the past, still eagerly awaiting news from the front."

I think it's such a perfect word.

Leave it to the French.

My name, Samantha Richardson, sits in the corner of the panel, also written in white.

Panel 2: A child is asleep in a dark room. There is a stuffed dinosaur lying on top of them. A Dark Crystal poster hangs on the wall behind them, as well as a childish drawing of a T.rex.

Panel 3: Same scene, but a crack of light, as if from an opened door, falls across the child.

Panel 4: A person dressed in a long green coat and rolled-up pants stands in the middle of the room, which is again dark. The person is carrying a duffle bag. We see dinosaurs, books, and clothing strewn across the floor. The person says, "Hey."

Panel 5: The person sits on the child's bed, and we see now she is a woman with brown hair, grown out from a purple coloring job.

Panel 5: Close up on the woman, who, seeming to speak to the room in general, says, "So, I know how sad you are. I know how you cry yourself to sleep some nights."

"I know how angry you feel."

"How scared."

Panel 7: The woman picks up the stuffed dinosaur, which is green with widely-spaced, thin, purple stripe. She holds it almost timidly.

Panel 8: Close-up on the dinosaur head, which has a plaid white and blue patch sewn onto the neck. The woman says, "I know what the years that are coming are going to be like."

"And I am so sorry."

Panel 9: The woman holds the dinosaur gently to her cheek, and a darkness seems to gather behind her.

Panel 10: The darkness coalesces into a cloud over her head, and the woman buries her face into the dinosaur's back, hugging it tightly.

Panel 11: The woman pulls her face away from the stuffed dinosaur, and the dark cloud appears to break up.

Panel 12: The woman straightens, tears running down her face. The cloud dissipates.

Panel 13: The woman offers a small smile, still crying. She says, "But…"

Panel 14: There is a Boba Fett toy on the floor, a sock, a toy T.rex, and 2 issues of The Uncanny X-men comics, issues 167 and 168. The woman continues, "…You're going to have good times, too. You'll have amazing friends."

Panel 15: More floor. In this panel there is a blue, hard-back cover of The Book of Mormon, and a red scripture-marking pencil. The woman says, "You're going to serve a mission in Portugal. You're gonna fall in love."

Panel 16: The top of a night stand, we see a small plastic sauropod, a green army man with a bazooka, and an orange Swedish Dala horse. The woman's dialog reads: "You're going to visit Sweden. A lot."

Panel 17: Floor again, where a plastic two-headed dragon battles a knight and ranger. More dialog: "And…Dungeons and Dragons. It's totally going to change your life."

Panel 18: The woman is reaching hesitantly towards the child. The woman says, "And there's Jurassic Park, and SO many superhero movies, even if the X-men ones are kinda terrible."

Panel 19: The woman settles the stuffed Apatosaurus back on the child. She says, "You're actually going to wind up liking green beans, if they're not canned. Mushrooms, too."

Panel 20: Close up on the child, who appears to still be sleeping, their hand close to their chin. More dialog from the woman: "You're going to be happy, in your own strange way."

Panel 21: Close up on the woman's hands, half-covered by the green coat's sleeves, but with fingers laced uncomfortably. She says, "Even with all that, our secret is just going to keep on hurting, until the day comes when it just hurts too much to keep it anymore."

Panel 22: Close up on the woman's face, which looks pained. She is pressing the fingers of her left hand hard against her cheek.

Panel 23: We see through the window, which shows the same field of night sky as the first panel. The woman continues speaking. "But it doesn't get us," she says. "We are SO incredibly lucky."

Panel 24: A picture of a family of eight grouped together, except for a boy off to the side. The text reads: Families can be together forever, draw your family. The woman says, "And, oh, sweetie, they love us."

Panel 25: The woman, in profile, smiling. She says, "We finally get to tell them who we are, and they still love us, so, so much."

Panel 26: We see the earth, with the sun breaking over the edge of the atmosphere. The woman says, "And the weight, it just… it just falls off, and the world is just waiting there for us. I don't have the words to tell you how beautiful it is."

Panel 27: Back to the room. The woman is still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking on towards the child's still form. She says, "So… I guess I just wanted to come here to say 'thank you'."

Panel 28: Just dialog. "Thank you for carrying that weight. For being so strong, and so brave for so very long. Thank you for sticking around long enough for me to finally get here. I'm sorry it took me so long."

Panel 29: The woman stands, looking back at the child.

Panel 30: The child, eyes still shut in seeming sleep, says, "Do we still like dinosaurs?"

Panel 31: The woman gives a gentle smirk. looking down.

Panel 32: We see the woman with her hand in her open duffle bag, fishing around for something.

Panel 33: The woman pulls free a stuffed dinosaur.

Panel 34: A shot of the child in bed, eyes still closed. The woman stands next to the bed, holding the dinosaur she has pulled from the duffle bag in one hand.

Panel 35: White txt on a black background, which reads, "Thank you for waiting."

"I love you."

Panel 36: We see the child in bed again, the dinosaur from the woman's duffle bag in their hand. Another sliver of light falls over them, as if from an open door.

Panel 37: The child is still in bed, and the room is dark again. The dinosaur from the woman is gone.

[riri0rion]

: ̗̀➛ “Do the stars gaze back at us ?”

{ species } occult.

{ age } 7.

{ gender } female.

{ mbti } esfj.

{ alias } nana, little kerensa.

𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔. . .

. 3’9” (114 cm) and frail looking.

. light blonde and curly hair, which extends a bit below her shoulders.

. dark eyes, like how her mother had. full of curiosity and childish innocence since they are a bit big.

. like her father, her skin is quite light but not too pale. she has no freckles or beauty spots.

. no real fashion for now, as her closet is filled with a bit of everything. her favorite outfit is a blue dress she has, which looks like alice’s dress in alice in wonderland. with some white socks and some black mary jane’s — without heels of course.

. she has a small silver bracelet with a butterfly design that used to belong to her mother. it broke once, but got repaired.

. her tattoo is behind her right ear, and it represents two wings.

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. . .

Sitting down in the Hub, she can only gaze at the adults working here, her papa being one of them. Drawing is too boring for her, the tea Elvy gave her tastes too bland, and no one is here to talk to her. So… there she goes outside !

That garden is not the biggest, but it is enough for her. Especially that big oak tree standing in the corner. She always wanted to climb it, see the world like the grown ups. Now is her chance.

Being adventurous has never been a problem for her, she knows that her papa, or someone else from the big family the Hub is in her eyes, will come to get her. And then she can fall asleep happily, satisfied with the new things she found today.

She is curious, and will always remain as such. Such luck for her, to have a power helping her with that. After all, what better way to learn new things than to be able to talk to the animals all around the place ?

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔. . .

. cannot stay still for even just one hour, but fidget toys can calm her sometimes.

. her favorite animal to talk to is an albino bunny that she named cotton. the two often take naps together.

. she despises carrots, almost to the point of frowning at the mere thought.

. she hyperfixates on yoghurts and flowers.

. mispronounced a lot of words actually, because she talks too quickly.

[nightcall99]

Dreams from 15.8.24

Dream 1: I was getting ready to go somewhere, an event, it felt like my birthday. At first, there was time to get ready, I was trying on different outfits in the bathroom. I had on long black socks that went above my knees and platform converses. Someone said my shoes were outdated or like I was too old to be wearing them, I tried not to care. I was going to wear it with a white t-shirt dress and it would be comfortable yet stylish. But when I looked in the mirror I thought the colour coordination of black and white didn’t look right. Then all of a sudden it was time to go and I had to make do with the dress that was suddenly in my hands. It was a ballerina-inspired, pink, short cocktail dress. I put it on and suddenly, I was completely ready from head to toe but I did not like how I looked. I mean, the dress fit well and looked objectively good but it wasn’t my style. The pink tulle was a bit childish and I thought it much too dramatic, and too revealing to wear to a dinner with my family. I tried to shimmy the neckline to cover my chest, which worked. It worked perfectly as an off the shoulder dress but even though I had fixed the modesty issue, I still felt that it was too much.

My family were all getting into the car now and I was still fiddling with my outfit. In the mirror, I saw that I had on white stockings and high heels. My hair was styled in an up-do. I looked like a fairy. I looked too fancy for where we were going, probably just a restaurant. I wanted to change but everyone was waiting for me. I think my sister went in and out of the bathroom several times to see what I was doing. My family had already done their final mirror checks and had gone to the car. I could feel them willing me to hurry up. I felt so overdressed and was self-conscious at about it. I wanted to quickly change to the outfit I had on from before and despite the urgency in the air, I felt like I could hold everyone up to do so if I wanted. Or I could 'make do'/accept my current outfit.

Dream 2: I was dropped off at the shopping centre and went to the cinema, to a movie I did not want to see. I was with AT but it’s like she wasn’t really there with me, like she was sitting in a different seat away from me in the audience. We were watching something that was a weird mish mash of different movies, it didn't feel like a proper movie. I felt unmoved. After it finished, we discussed our favourite parts but whatever was coming out of my mouth, I was just making it up. I didn’t not care for the scenes that I was recounting, it did nothing for me. She seemed to agree with the 'favourite' scenes I was talking about but it just felt like under the surface we were avoiding from simply spitting out that the movie was not good. Then we parted ways and I had to get home. I regretted that I had been driven here by my parents and had to wait for them to come. I should have just drove here myself, then I would have been able to go home whenever I wanted. I guess at the time I couldn’t be bothered driving here. I had to go find and meet up with my parents so they could drive me home like I was a child.

[zabuivayuvseivsyo]

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letters to myself first before i deep dive into my childhood journals

mom always said to write positive things, not just the negative things

lol fuck that

to infant emmy: i'm not sure what to say to you. i remember the story of dad crying when the eczema on my cheeks cleared up and i was smiling for the first time. i wonder how mom and dad dealt with your eczema as a baby, besides just putting socks on your hands so you wouldn't scratch

to toddler emmy: you must have been scared. you must have felt abandoned in the crib and in that room and at the foot of the door. someone should have come to you while you cried instead of waiting outside, listening for when you would stop so you could go back into the crib. you were so friendly to people, even at that age, maybe because you wanted connection and you looked every chance you got

to 4 year old emmy: this must have been when you became "fascinated" with evil men taking advantage of girls. in hawaii on the floor downstairs you drew a girl on train tracks with an evil man standing behind, smiling and waiting. you drew a girl trapped in a clear glass tank with an evil man, still smiling and waiting. you crumpled up or hid those drawings because you knew it was wrong. what happened to you,

to kindergarten emmy: you vowed this year to be a boy, you vowed this year to be bored, upset, over it. you didn't get why you weren't white, or blonde like everyone else. you had to recite "the cat in the hat" and you vowed to do it as deadpan as you could because it was so childish. you wanted to wear black that day and i think all you had was a dark blue long sleeve. why did you feel that way when you were a child? you were excited to learn "algebra" in the dark classroom because it was for older kids. 5 - x = 3. it's 2. you felt older than everyone. it's not your fault, you're not dirty. you didn't know what masturbation was but you felt like you were the only person in the world that it happened to. you felt alone and dirty. if something bad happened you don't have to remember, i will for you eventually, and when i do, i will take care of you, i will hold you, and it will be okay. i don't remember anything from home.

to 1st grade emmy: you were so mortified when mom took you late to your first day of first grade. you were so mortified when mom made you wear something you hated for the mother's day performance and you had to hold your teacher's hand at the very back of the line because you were crying. your face stayed straight and sad that entire performance. you hated how your mom dressed you and you grew up to "like it eventually". i'm sorry, you must have tried to speak up for yourself and you must have been told no, that you had to. no one's making you do something you don't want to anymore. you were proud to be avery johnson's best friend. i don't remember anything from home.

[somewhere around here you get caught because you forgot to clear your browsing history one time, you had been lying for a long time already. "why were you looking at that? were you just curious?" i remember them being surprisingly nice about it. i remember intense shame and horror. but i don't remember anything else]

to 2nd grade emmy: i wonder why you felt like this was the best year of your life, you do have good memories although you were always losing recess for talking too much. rachel kosic's house - it was always messy and you always had fun there. mrs. patricia rowe - alliteration, benjamin's mom, st. patricks day treats. you believed in fairies at this time and you would look for them in the grass. chris saiki was nice to you and you would play star wars. you prayed to god to make you a jedi knight. it was probably because dad showed you star wars. by this time you loved fishing too, but did you? or did you just want to be like dad even more? was this when you got made fun of for a lie mom told you - that eating dry ramen would give you words in your stomach? you were feeling so embarrassed when they made fun of you. blonde girls, one grade older. but you met courtney this year. the first day she came to church she colored her nails with markers. you thought that was amazing. it was in the classroom in the small building at church, the first classroom when you walk in. i wonder what that building looks like now, or if it's even still there. shinu's dad was our sunday school teacher then. that's funny now, and really sad. i don't remember anything from home, except for praying to my ceiling for powers and a lightsaber.

to 3rd grade emmy: this was the year auntie keeae died. you cried in mom's arms even though you didn't know her. i'm sure it was because you felt sad for her, that she lost her big sister. at some lunch you gave some kid an anonymous note and you watched him rip it up and laugh. he had curly brown hair. this was also the year you became friends with emily weerheim. this was the year mom called you pathetic for crying when she broke up with you on fantage or club penguin or something else for "leaving her while she was crying". you found the "everyone hates emmy book" in that room, with the boxes, it was bright and daytime. you never spoke about it to anyone until you grew up. i'm sorry you felt like you had no one to tell, i'm sorry you felt shame for something that was unfair to you, i'm sorry that this was your first memorable "abusive" relationship. her mother cried and said she didn't know what was wrong with her child, but that was later. she always embarrassed you, she was always mean to you, she made you scratch her arms when they were itchy even though you felt weird doing that. you found her so odd for dating boys. trace tempesta. the only memory you had from home (maybe it wasn't even this year) was the red couch, sobbing, sobbing so loud and mom came. she put medicine and cold paper towels on your neck. all of your skin was raw. she held you and blew on your neck until you feel asleep. this was when you started feeling very ugly, especially your haircut and your teeth. you were not ugly, just a little awkward and gangly. mom made you wear more stuff you didn't like, but only on the days we would get student awards. they were supposed to be surprises during assemblies but you always knew you were getting one. because mom dressed you up and because you hated it

to 4th grade emmy: you liked mrs. taylor. i remember you writing your entire essay with a synonym finder so that you could sound smarter. i wonder why you did that. it's silly to look back on now, you used words you never heard before. the classroom was darker, a trailer, the last one on the field. "don't you feel bad?" when we learned about world war 2. i don't think you said anything. when the boys were using trees and trucks as an innuendo for sex, and a group of the girls told on them. by now you were always the last kid to be picked up from school. that day it was just you and brock hampton left. he asked me why you told on them. you shrugged and said "don't know". i don't know where maile ever was, i only remember me sitting out on the concrete bench waiting and waiting for mom. you became friends with ilah berry, another tomboy, and you both got suspended for sticking up for emily when alex made her cry. "i'm going to beat your ass" "yeah she's going to beat your ass" - you even apologized to alex that day, his brother was the one who told on us. you cried so hard in mr. devich's office, you sobbed all the way home, you sat in bed sobbing and mom and dad were not happy with you (even though later you found out that mr. devich said you were a good kid, and that you weren't actually in trouble). this was when you and maile shared a bed. you started hating yourself for being ugly, especially when dad was taking pictures of you and courtney at mission bay and he told you to look more natural, like courtney. of course you didn't look natural, you were so insecure already, you were so sad already, you hated being in front of the camera. your hair was long and you were positive you were gross. a lot of friends came and went around this time, a lot of girls that never meant anything. you must have been confused,

to 5th grade emmy: megan becomes your new best friend. you liked her a lot. you thought it was cool that she could penny board all by herself to your house. you liked how she wore snapbacks. you made the best cookies of your life with her. her mom would call you "immy" with her south african accent. i remember the stairs up to megan's room, blurry images of her room. megan's brother matthew was frightening and terrible. you forced megan to watch lawrence of arabia, because dad liked that movie or dad showed it to you. that movie is almost four hours long, emmy. you are silly. you wanted to be mature for your age. that might be sad but it's also cute. emily fiasco this year, i was jaded by then, i remember telling her we weren't allowed to be friends anymore in mrs. simpson's library (i remember exactly where the bone books were) and not really caring anymore. mr. southerland was nice, we played the keyboard in his classroom, he told the boys that they couldn't say the word faggot and our class that it was time to start wearing deodorant. you read books a lot, you liked maybird. it was melancholy. you started using that word a lot. by now you took on sadness as your primary emotion. jeyla aranjo was your friend but she also annoyed you, she was an overachiever and she cried whenever she got a 5-. she seemed spoiled to you. she ended up going to stanford (and i'm pretty sure she started a year early). you see her in adulthood once. some of your "friends" weren't really your friends, like megan bomgardner who ditches you a year later as soon as you introduce her to julia hayashi, who was also your friend first. you didn't know how to be wary then, you wanted to love and get hurt anyways instead of never loving at all. you tried being "girly" this year and you felt uncomfortable in your skin. don't force yourself to be anything you don't feel comfortable being anymore. it's okay to be emmy - you don't look ugly in that picture from promotion. that dress was nice and you liked it. it had a lot of colors.

to 6th grade emmy: except for when your phone got taken away and waiting for an hour in the cold for school to start, this was a good year at school for you. good job for making friends. you meet a lot of new people. you are kind of mean, but in a sarcastic, deadpan way. especially on facebook. you didn't try on purpose this time. you flipped nef off and the mr. ecker asked you "aren't you dishonoring your family by doing that?" straight to my face. i found that fucking annoying and ridiculous. you actually have a lot of memories from sixth grade. you loved ms. hall. i still do, too. on the last day of school you and your friends walked by yourselves all the way to baskin robbins. you got an ipod touch at some point and now you can look at your pictures from then anytime you want. you got rich on tinierme and met daryl, your first "boyfriend". you thought you were feeling love for the first time in your life, you were so happy but you also knew it was bad. you didn't tell anyone. at all, until you became an adult. it lasted for at least a year and a half altogether. you talked about running into each other so much. that was dangerous. thank god you were too scared to meet him in person. he talked about taking you in the bathroom at tea n more. thank god it never happened. you felt heartbreak for the first time "i don't love you anymore" - you never loved him either, if i ever find him i will kill him, he's a sick fuck

to 7th grade emmy: you have memories here too, but less. you adore kenny and kevin and antoine and minh despite them all being annoying. you especially adore kenny. kenny is still your friend but now he's closer to maile. i'll tell you why when you get older. kenny liked you a lot and you were embarrassed. you really like kpop now, even more than in 6th grade. you also have an online friend group but that never amounted to anything. i think you dated jason won online this year, he was a grade older and he was in that facebook group. he went to exeter academy. he cheated on you and you experienced heartbreak for a second time - for some reason you meet him in person on your way home from russia, because you had a layover in new york. probably because you were manic and insane at this time. he was cringe and you never spoke again. one of your saddest memories happened this year. carlsbad outlet, mom not saying anything to you despite pleading and sobbing and being too scared to touch her, her back was turned into the bed. i don't remember anything else from home.

to 8th grade emmy: i don't remember anything from this year. i don't remember graduation, i don't remember anything. i don't remember any teachers i had. except for ms. hall. i can't remember and i don't know why - i don't even remember what church was like. in fact i don't have a lot of memories from church at all in elementary and middle school, besides being so frightened and hating youth group at first.

oh wait church memories are coming back. 5th grade retreat, 6th grade bringing karen to church and everyone in the room was crying and i wanted karen to believe in god too. courtney and i in the guest room bed having a "profound" god conversation. seeing elly play keyboard. but none from 8th grade for some reason. i met faith around that time. i think that friendship was hard from the beginning.

high school next time, i want to let myself rest . and now i can read my journal

[lira-starlights]

Purity

A line of schoolgirls, with pristine knee-high socks and identical red backpacks. An intricate, bespoke, virgin white wedding dress. A child, eyes clear like flowing spring water, giving a toothless smile without an ounce of fear, doubt, or darkness. A fluffy white dog rolling leisurely around the grass, the damp smell of spring wafting from its fur. A symphony, only of major chords and heavenly harps. Pure. Innocent. Wholesome.

Subconsciously, or perhaps consciously, I've always been drawn to innocence. To have purity--not in the religious sense, per se--a sense of childishness, a sense of naivety is something I've always worked hard to do. Be the "good kid". Alcohol? Hell no. Relationships and sex? Uh, nope. Bunking school? No thanks. Pulling all-nighters and messing around with friends? Why would you do that? I shielded my heart from whatever seemed "too adult" or "not pure". I wanted to be, and wanted to stay, a child: a blind sheep, with no responsibilities and no darkness.

But now I stand at the crossroads. After I step in one direction, there's no turning back. Relationships. It seems. . .too daunting and too serious at times. To be co-existing with another person. To want someone (and be wanted) that way. To intermingle with their families, their friends, their hobbies, their values. To trust them, without ever fully knowing them. Am I acting without thinking again? Am I ready for this? Will my parents and friends judge me?

It is a difficult thing, to have another person in the picture. Hell, I never really had a friend in a picture in my whole life. Now, for the first time in my life, I have someone's heart in my hands. And I'm just. so. afraid.

It feels as if mixing black paint with the vivid, primary colors that decorated my elementary school years. Life is murkier. There are tinges of darkness. It is no longer possible to label the colors easily, just as I have done in kindergarten. Oh, to be back in those days, to be able to label everything so confidently in my squiggly handwriting: Red, blue, yellow, angry, sad, happy.

But if I go back in my shell, if I run, if I hide, if I cower in fear. . . would I ever be able to live my life?

[hualianff]

Roomies 2 《1》

HC and HX begin the ultimate prank war and YY becomes the accidental victim of it 75% of the time. 

After being smacked with flour, splattered with paint, attacked with a nerf gun (nipple & crotch shots), etc, it’s clear YY will never know peace again as long as he lives with these two bird-brained fools.

Paranoid in his own damn home…what a shame. For compensation, YY pays a little less than the other two when it comes to the rent. It’s the least HC and HX could do.

But now, as YY stands in front of the toilet with piss all over the floor, he briefly wonders if it’s best to move out entirely. 

See, HX is an incredibly light sleeper. A noise as subtle as a floorboard creaking WILL wake him up, which is why he looks like death 24/7. (HC’s words, not YY’s, though YY doesn’t disagree.)

The thing that irks HX the most is stoopid HC going pee at fucking 3 AM and interrupting his beauty sleep! Cut to HX discreetly putting plastic wrap on the toilet seat at midnight, thinking it’ll be a good lesson for HC to think twice before pissing in the middle of the night. 

Who would've thought that instead of HC, YY - who had had too much water before bed that day - would end up playing watersports with the godforsaken, plastic-covered toilet. 

That night, YY made sure to wake both HX and HC up by yelling at them for involving him in their childish rivalry. 

Still, the pranks continue. 

Once, Hualian came back to an apartment with the lights turned off. Before either of them could reach for the light switch, a loud battlecry followed by the lights blasting on revealed a man dressed in all black, donning a white mask and a nerf gun as he charges at the couple-

Except XL is in the front. And he shrieks bloody mary while socking the mysterious intruder in the jaw!!

The man instantly drops the nerf gun and groans, sounding suspiciously like HX…

“Fuck. That fucking hurt,” indeed HX scowls, backing away. XL gasps in realization.

“Ah! He Xuan, it’s you?”

Standing behind XL, HC’s eye is the size of a whole ass saucer for a split second. Then, the dude just bursts out laughing. While XL steps forward to remove the mask and inspect the damage, HC makes eye contact with an exacerbated YY and begins choking on his spit. 

However, in the middle of his giggle fit, HC is berated by a smol boyfriend. 

“San Lang, don’t just stand there. Get me a wet washcloth!” XL demands with serious eyes. 

HC: 👄👁

HC, still trying to catch his breath from cackling at HX’s misfortune, takes his sweet time with that washcloth. But a pressed “San Laaang!” coming from XL is enough to get him moving. 

Meanwhile, XL gently holds HX’s face in his hands, apologizing for punching him. HX is more than aware that this was a consequence of his own actions, and tells XL as such. And shit, yeah, XL trained in martial arts growing up. That explains the dark, purplish bruise already beginning to form on HX’s jaw. 

“Gege can let go of the dumbass now. I can take it from here,” HC’s saccharine voice chirps.

HX suddenly becomes hyper-aware of XL’s hands still cradling his jaw and a certain someone’s glare burning a hole through his head. 

***

XL is naturally a very touchy person. After getting permission from them each time, he often hugs HX and YY upon greeting and leaving. All three residents of that apartment are touch-deprived. Plus, it’s not like they go around hugging each other so casually before. 

But the way XL tucks so easily under their arms, arms wrapping around their middle and squeezing…how can they not love it? So every time XL opens his arms in invitation, every one of them swoops in for a warm hug. 

HC is proud on XL’s behalf. He can tell by his roommate’s fidgeting hands that they secretly cherish XL’s hugs. Which they should! HC knows his boyfriend gives the best hugs! And the best kisses. And-

Not that those fools will ever get the chance to confirm. 

***

XL often stays the night at their apartment because he ALWAYS FALLS ASLEEP. On the couch watching a movie while tucked into HC’s side. At the dining room table working on his laptop. Or he simply makes a beeline for HC’s bed as soon as he enters their apartment. 

He’s a tired bby. 

Whenever XL falls asleep, HC carries him to bed while HX walks behind holding XL’s backpack and YY brings the cup of tea XL was drinking. A group effort!

Once XL is settled into HC’s comfy bed, everyone lingers for a second to admire how cute and peaceful XL looks while asleep. A content whimper from XL breaks HC out of his trance, forcing him to do a double take upon realizing his roommates are in the same predicament. 

Smack!

HC slaps their chests and pushes them away, all while HX and YY whisper-shout their complaints.

(XL sneakily smothers his smile into HC’s pillow.)

Sometimes, hours later, XL will wake up but HC still isn’t in bed with him! No boyfriend to cuddle him and provide warmth! >:(

Thus, burrito-blanket-XL wanders out of the room and demands HC come to bed soon. 

Everyone once again coos at how adorable he is. 

***

There’s no Hualian without Hualian PDA.

HC will be walking around shirtless with sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, and XL will stop everything he’s doing and just stare. Shamelessly. 

HX and YY are DONE. 

(YY: *passes a napkin to XL*

XL: “thanks! but what for?”

HX: “for the drool”

XL stammers out an excuse of “I DO NOT DROOL” and HC simply chuckles as he hugs XL from behind.

HC, kissing XL’s cheek: “I don’t mind if it’s Gege.”)

If the roomie trio is out in public and someone attempts to flirt with or ask HC out, HX and YY are fully prepared to step in and weaponize the harsh reality. 

“There’s absolutely no way you stand a chance, not against Gege,” HX whispers through a cough.

“You’re trying to ask out an anchored man,” YY deadpans.

***

HX jokingly to HC: “If you and Xie Lian ever break up, I’m picking him.”

HC slugs HX’s on the shoulder for that one. 

HC on the outside: “fuck you”

HC on the inside: “if Gege and I ever break up?” 😭

Later, in HC’s room...

HC testing out how much XL loves him cause that left him feeling insecure: “Gege, would you still love me if I was a worm? 🥺🥺🥺”

XL: “San La- what in- you-“

HC, borderline crying: “ANSWER ME 😭😭😭”

XL: “I- you know I don’t particularly like worms-“

HC: “IM JUST CHOPPED MEAT ARENT I??”

XL: “WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?”

HC: “PLEASE DONT BREAK UP WITH ME IM BEGGING YOU”

XL: 😧

XL: 🥺🥺 “YOU THINK WE’LL BREAK UP!?!?”

HC IN A PANIC: “GEGE MARRY ME”

XL: “SAN LANG!”

And with a firm slap to the chest - courtesy of a panicked XL - HC’s forced to calm down and actually THINK before he speaks.

HC: “OUCH NOT THE TITS”

YY AND HX IN THEIR ROOMS: 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

***

Sometimes, XL arrives at the apartment before HC. He has a key and everything - the unofficial fourth roommate. 

And at this moment, another mouth competing for food. 

YY and XL are currently staring at the lone piece of pepperoni pizza. XL turns to give YY the full puppy eyes. YY clenches his teeth and purposefully avoids XL’s face. 

YY on the inside: “I GOTTA PUT ME FIRST 😭 I GOTTA PUT ME FIRST”

HX, just passing by: “why are you both staring at a piece of pizza…gimme” *snatches it and walks away*

XL and YY sharing a look, nodding at each other.

XL catapults himself onto HX’s back while shouting to YY: “GET THE PIZZA”

HX BEING STRANGLED BY XL: “WHAT THE FCUK”

YY jabbing HX’s stomach for good measure: “GOT IT”

When HC and his comedic timing pushes the front door open, everyone freezes. XL has a foot on HX’s back -who is dying on the floor - and YY clutches the single pizza slice in triumph. 

HC: 🤨

HC: “is that my leftover pizza?”

All eyes turn towards the pizza slice, which already has one bite missing. 

XL: “San Lang, you always tell me ‘Gege, what’s mine is yours.’ This holds true, yes?”

HC: “yes, of course”

XL snatching the pizza away from YY: “give it here, sucker”

HC: “what on earth goes on”

Everyone’s stomach growls. 

HC: “why didn’t you just order food then?”

YY and HX: *mental facepalm*

XL: “nom nom pizza 🥰”

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi 

[aphroditepeter]

Pity Party - Starker

First post I guess <3

I suddenly remember reading this one fanfiction called 'Pity Party' a few years ago where the main character has Peter Pan Syndrome and he was throwing his birthday party but no one came and I immediately thought of Starker.

Please bear with me, I wrote this at 2 a.m. instead of sleeping so I am sorry if there are any mistakes.

Tags: Mentions of bullying, Feminine!Peter, Older!Tony, Dark!Tony, Underage, Whump, Age differences, Implied non-con, etc.

So feminine Peter has Peter Pan Syndrome and he is super excited to have his 16th birthday party.

A few days ago before his birthday, he already gave almost everyone he knows at school the invitation cards to his party, including his bullies, Quentin Beck, and his asshole friends who keep on harassing him mentally and physically. But, Peter being the sweetheart he is, doesn’t mind the bullying and instead has a crush on Quentin.

He knew that it is the wrong thing to do to invite them but then again, he thought that maybe they will not bully him anymore once they have come to his house and saw how amazing his birthday party is. Plus, naïve Peter thought that maybe, just maybe, Quentin will realize that Peter is not that bad after all despite him being different and he might fall in love with Peter just like the way Peter did.

Due to his excitement, Peter planned the most perfect birthday party he has ever done throughout his whole life.

He already picked all the birthday balloons, chosen a strawberry-flavored birthday cake (his favorite), and put on pink banners everywhere. Literally, everything you need for a birthday party.

He even picked his own birthday outfit, consisting of a pink sweater with a white mini pleated skirt and white knee-high socks that just scream cuteness.

Aunt May did help him to put a little bit of makeup on his face, making him look even prettier than he usually does that even Peter himself keeps on blushing when thinking of what Quentin will think of him later when he and the others arrive.

Since Aunt May has to go to work until late at night, she can’t join him and only wished him a happy birthday before she goes to work. Nonetheless, Peter is still in a happy mood as he waits for his guests to appear so that Peter can celebrate his birthday for the very first time with other people besides his aunt.

He waits and waits and waits. An hour begins to pass. Then two hours, before three to four hours pass and Peter falls asleep due to being tired of waiting.

When Peter wakes up, he realizes that it is almost night and not a single person has made an appearance outside his house or even knock on the door to surprise him.

Feeling sad, Peter cries so hard that he starts hitting himself repeatedly. He blames himself for thinking so gullible that people will come to his birthday party when he should have noticed the look on their faces when he gave them their invitation cards. Nothing but shame and disgust were shown on their faces.

He should also blame himself for thinking that Quentin will arrive here and spend time with him when he knows that Quentin and his friends might be having fun somewhere else while laughing at Peter’s naiveness and stupidity.

Peter thinks that he is at fault. Maybe it is because of his childish behaviors that are different and unlike any normal teenager at his school. And maybe it is because the way he dresses up is too feminine and how he loves to wear pastel outfits, especially pink ones.

Peter is about to go to his room and forget about everything that has been happening when he suddenly hears a knock on the door. 

Feeling relieved, Peter wipes his tears and runs towards the door. Probably thinking that someone he knows, his aunt, or even Quentin, has finally come to celebrate his birthday.

Surprisingly, when he opens the door, a man who is much older than him is standing in front of his door with a smile on his face. 

He looks like he is in his late 30s or early 40s but Peter admits that he is handsome. But he shouldn’t think of that. He only likes Quentin! 

The man calls himself Tony Stark. He tells Peter that he is one of the people that live in Peter’s neighborhood and he decided to go visit him when he heard Peter is throwing a birthday party.

Peter feels uneasy as he has never seen Tony around the neighborhood as long as he has lived here. He quickly remembers his aunt’s bits of advice of not letting strangers talk to him or letting them enter the house without his aunt’s permission. 

Yet, after Tony convinces him that he is one of the neighbors here and he looks nice (not to mention Peter wants at least one person to hang out with him during his birthday), Peter decides to let Tony inside.

Because someone is willing to spend time with Peter, Peter’s mood has become better. He happily tells Tony about his birthday cake and goes to the kitchen to show Tony where he put his cake so he can have a little taste.

What Peter doesn’t realize is that Tony has locked the door. And he is standing behind Peter with a dark look on his face.

Let’s just say, Tony prefers to taste something or someone that is much sweeter than the birthday cake.

[honorguk]

dating ➔ lee felix

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what it’s like to date felix from stray kids (based on my assumptions)

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─ • OVERALL:

“honey! i made you cookies!” (this is expected obviously)

does a lot of grandiose yet still secret gestures, like order flowers to your door without telling you 

cuddles !!! holy crap i can’t stress this enough !!!

your relationship is so affectionate and romantic - it’s actually a kdrama, with a tad more westernization

*you obsessing over his silky voice* 

“y/n? are you listening?” “sorry, what? say it again, babe, i couldn’t quite hear..”

looooves stroking your hair and playing with it

he’ll even make you sit down on the floor as he’s above you on the couch and will braid or brush your hair as you guys watch a movie

and you’ll paint his nails and do face masks and all of that

you guys were best friends before being lovers, and that’s always been visible in your relationship

you’d be talking shit about the same people, too, and it would get soooo dramatic

“do you even know what she said to me today?” you’d say as you stood up from the couch and raised your arms

“what did she say?” felix sat at the edge of his seat with widened eyes as he awaited your response

can’t go to sleep unless you’re with him (which makes sleeping on tour incredibly hard)

helps you with your revision and homework if you’re in school, and helps you to sort emails and paperwork if you’re older than that

you’d come to his practices with bags of food for all the boys and they’d cheer

you’re the literal mom of the group

and you’re in the stray kids group chats too

honestly your relationship is so wholesome and sweet and gentle with just enough playfulness and passion that it’s such an ideal example for everyone else

─ • DATES YOU GO ON:

prefers the typical late night Netflix session since he barely has any time to lounge, and prefers to lounge with you

or you go out to get takeaway from a nearby kebab place or something, fully in your sweats and jumpers 

rarely it’s a fancy outing, but when it happens, he wears a white dress shirt that you always end up in at the end of the night 

but yeah, video game competitions, snacks, and fuzzy socks

bro like a grocery shopping trip is a date (he’ll make you ride the shopping cart and film you fall over and then ditch the isle in laughter) 

(but he will come pick you up afterwards and pretend to fall to lessen the embarrassment)

(because he cares)

─ • PET NAMES:

“babyyy” “sweetieeee” a lot of those sweet little nicknames that really make your heart thump

also a lot of ‘love’ and ‘sweetheart’

i see you calling him ‘kitten’ often which he secretly adored but it makes him blush every time

he has you in his phone as ‘sweetheart <3’ which is just so gay and so cute 

─ • WHILE ON TOUR:

honestly, the kid’s so focused on work he barely had time to pick up his phone :( 

he tries his best to respond to everything, but he really, really can’t

yet, that means that when he comes back home from tour the time spent together will be so much more special (you two lowkey love missing each other)

he will buy so many little gifts and souvenirs and keep a few stray posters and merchandise pieces he found for when he greets you again

the company allowed him to talk to you on the V-Live app since that’s when you’d tune in for sure, and he would have full blown conversations with you just through chat (or try to)

that’s also when when people found out you two were a thing, and the internet went crazy, but that’s a different story

but yeah, tour felix is on constant ‘do not disturb’ mode, but i promise you that he misses you every passing second

─ • ARGUING/MAKING UP:

felix HATES to argue and so do you, especially since he has the tendency to make faces and roll his eyes a LOT

“felix, could you please stop being so childish?” “only if you do it first” - you see what i’m talking about?

he does try to be reasonable but often fails, so arguments could get out of hand

they don’t happen often but there are times where you find yourself being sassy and shady for a minute or so, then forget about it

very pouty and whiny if it’s not that serious, but that can easily turn to groans and exclamations if the boy gets riled up

can say things he doesn’t mean because he’s still learning how to balance and compromise and understand

but the way you’ll make up is usually by felix coming to you first

whether you’ve come to visit his practice room or you’re just chilling on the couch, felix will solemnly walk towards you and pressing his forehead against your shoulder, waiting for you to hug him

if you don’t, he knew he fucked up, but most times you do, and then you’ll talk it out

gosh he’s so scared to lose you please don’t leave ;(

─ • NSFW:

in my eyes, the boy’s a switch

could go from soft to hard, dom to sub, whines to growls at any time but mostly based on your commands and preferences for the night

once he’s done he’ll often collapse on you, out of breath, and you guys would just lie there for a bit, enjoying the weight and contact of your bodies in heat

he’s the type to take off and put on your clothes back on you, but very very gently 

would also bring up water and a shirt of his as part of aftercare

also very down for experiments (daddy/mommy, pet play, bondage, blindfolds, ice cubes...you name it)

loves being a sub though (and will probably let you peg him let’s be honest here)

(and maid dresses)

(and cat ears and leashes and stockings and skirts)

would also hold your hand throughout

DEFINITELY has a sadistic side!! you’ve seen his smirks on stage? how feisty he is with the members??? it’s very deep down and he barely knows it's there himself but it is there

equally masochistic, his eyes are begging for you to slap him

if you’re asking for it, and have really gotten on his nerves that day, he’ll degrade you with “my dumb little pup” and “nothing but a cumslut” “all you are is a toy”

but of course, at the end he’ll say he didn’t mean it, even though you already know that

wouldn’t end the night without telling you how much he loves you while cradling you in his arms whilst falling asleep

[slashersins-abandoned]

build-a-bear date

jason voorhees

this boy will dead ass put on his best clothes , his gloves , a hat , a face mask , sunglasses , and come to build a bear with you . he may not speak but fuck he is so excited to do this with you , and you look so fucking happy and excited . he will without a doubt do everything with such dedication and seriousness during the heart ceremony that the bear builder is a bit nervous . he gets his build a bear soft , barely stuffed so that it falls over when it’s sitting . he picks out an outfit similar to his , a bit sad there is no mask or little machete . he’s having so much fun and you can tell . and oh god , there’s little kids who can’t quite reach things and he is helping them , and somehow there are now two kids sitting on either side of him helping him make his birth certificate for his new stuffed animal and jason is just so happy and enjoying himself despite the fact that the children’s mothers look slightly terrified . he ends up naming his bear mr fluffington due to the help of the children who decided jason was their new best friend . the cashier takes a picture of you on the polaroid and jason is very happy with it . he may or may not make a small machete for mr fluffington so he can gaurd the cabin .

michael myers

somehow you got michael maskless and dressed in normal people clothes and inside of a mall . he’s intimidating , hair pulled back into a messy bun , face full of stubble , blue eyes cutting into everything and everyone . he doesn’t seem to care , picking his build a bear after staring at them . his bear is completely over stuffed and hard as a rock . he doesn’t move . doesn’t sing . barely holds the heart before dropping it onto the back instead of stuffing it in and watching it fall to the floor . the bear builder tries to pick it up , but michael steps on it , basically telling them to sew the bear up without it . after wards he takes the heart and pockets it . he doesn’t care what the bear wears . the bear has a black shirt and some jeans and that’s it , the clothes barely fit , and it is almost impossible to put them on . when he names it , he just sits at the computer and stares . he names it “no” . later that night , you find “no” stabbed , half of it’s stuffing on the floor leaving a trail to his body . michael is on the floor sewing the heart back inside of it .

brahms heelshire

you have to get one of those do it at home yourself build a bear maker kits shipped to you , but you try and give brahms the full experience . it actually scratches an itch of indulge on a childish activity that he didn’t know he had . and the fact that the bear that comes in the kit is rather small , makes him happy . he gives his bear to doll brahms . making it was fun , you taking on the role of peppy bear builder . he thought it was cute . his bear is medium full , and he wanted it dressed in a suit . his name is bearington the third . when you asked if he wanted to help you make your bear he lit up , using his adult voice and treating you like a child . he made you do a million and one things during your heart ceremony and you couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he was . all in all it was a super cute fun time and now bearington and doll brahms are never apart .

thomas hewit

you can’t really bring him to build a bear as i don’t think they existed in the time period he lives in , buuuuut you can make him one . you have him pick out a fabric he likes , not giving him any clue as to why . you ask him how soft he likes things . he tells you like his pillow . a little on the firm side . you make a little heart and you have him do a little ceremony with it to put his love in it . he humors you but looks at you with a raised brow as if you’re the silliest person he’s ever met . you ask him what his favorite outfit is and make him pick out more fabrics to get a clothes set out . when you present him with the bear he is shocked . he tries not to tear up . tries not to cry , but he’s so so so happy . he keeps it on his dresser and when he gets out of bed before you , he will put it in your arms so you won’t miss him .

jesse cromeans

jesse walks in like he owns the place . the prettiest most expensive bear is his . only the most fancy suit ( he will later order a suit from some fancy designer for his bear ) . he does the heart ceremony , smiling at you the entire time and bumping your hip with his . he promises that he’ll get a chrome heart to put inside of the bear later . and you best bet that jesse gets everything . sun glasses , boots , socks , underwear , roller skates , back pack . his bear is spoiled to shit . you’re is too , and you almost wanna laugh at the look on the other customer’s faces when the price rings up . jesse was being so showoffy that he forgot to get a birth certificate or name his bear .

bubba saywer

much like with tommy you can’t really bring bubba to build a bear . but unlike tommy , you already know all of bubba’s favorites . you know he loves textures , so the body , each limb , the head , and the tail are all different fabrics . different sensations so he can have those little stimming moments . you know he likes things extra soft , so that’s how you fill it up . during the heart ceremony you have bubba do so many cute little things and he is more than happy to bounce around and babble . then you have him close his eyes and sew the heart in . when he opens them his eyes light up . and when he feels over the bear he is in utter heaven . it becomes his stress reliever and cuddle buddy . and you’re so happy he finds so much comfort in it . bubba will be giving you so many kisses as a thank you .

billy loomis & stu matcher

it’s pure chaos . they’re messing with the kids , putting things out of their reach , debating on what animal or bear to get . but they are the most creative . billy gets a bear , stu gets a bunny . billy gets his stuffed medium full , stu barely makes his stuffed at all . stu over exaggerates every fucking heart thing , billy just smirks and makes everything filthy despite the gasps of mothers around you . billy dresses his bear up like a bad ass punk , stu give it a dress and tries to make a thong for it . billy names his bich fuker and stu names his fuking bich . you don’t know how you made it out of the store without being kicked out but somehow you do . later , at lunch , both of them disapear only to suddenly see the stuffed animals pop over the table as they give you a weird stuffed animal porno scene that you try not to die laughing over .

vincet sinclair

surprisingly , vincent will go into town with you for this venture . and even more surprising , he will go maskless . his long locks will cover the damaged half of his face , and he might look just a bit annoyed with how crowded it is in the store and how loud it is . he’s used to peace and quiet and metal music . he spends a long time deciding on a stuffed animal , even if he doesn’t think that he’ll put it up anywhere . he tries and does convince you to only get one to share . you’ll both build it together . he choses two and lets you get the choice in which one to get . he does the heart ceremony with you , giving a soft look to you , amused at how much fun you’re having , memorizing the way you look so he can sketch it later . you both decide to try and dress up in cozy clothes , a sweater and pants and socks . you name the bear vincent jr and vincent shakes his head , looking at you amused and presses a kiss to your temple .

bo sinclair

bo is annoyed as fuck to be there and is glaring at the kids , calling them brats and ankle bitters . he doesn’t act like he cares , and much like vincent just wants to get one . he isn’t made of fucking money . though he does get pissy when you don’t pick the bear with golden curl fur and you end up changing it with hitting his chest with a limp bear hand . he talks down to the bear builder because at first it’s too soft , then it’s too fucking hard , and then there’s too much stuffing taken out . you end up tipping the poor girl when his back is turned . he almost fucking faints when he sees how expensive everything is for clothes so you only get one white shirt . you then convince him to get a pair of socks because that’s what bo wears when he’s being lazy . he names it ankle bitter . a few days after you get the bear you can’t find it and you think it might have been thrown away , and then you see it in bo’s garage on a top shelf holding a wrench .

lester sinclair

lester has a lot of fun . once he makes it inside he gets pumped and asks if he can give his to jonesy . you both decide that your gonna get on each for her . lester gets her a bunny because of how much jonesy loves them . its absolutely adorable . the bear builder has and issue understanding lester’s slurred country talk , and it makes you want to laugh so hard because it’s obvious they’re from out of state . you end up just doing your best to translate and only laugh harder when lester starts laying it on thicker for a laugh . the bear ends up between limp and medium , a good fluff for a cuddle and chew toy . he dresses the bunny up as you , saying that it’s good for jonesy to have a little version of her daddy’s love . and you can’t help but think lester is fucking cute . he doesn’t name the bunny . later , after you decide to eat in the mall , lester says he’ll be back and goes to the bathroom . when he comes back he hands you a little bear that is dressed up like him and tells you that he wanted to make you something to hug on to when you missed him too much .

jacob goodnight

jacob is nervous , overwhelmed . you go during a school day in the morning so no one is really around . he doesn’t what to do or what to chose , but decides on one that has eyes that can be removed , you understand that he has a bit of an issue so you promise that you’ll put pretty patches over the eyes when you get home , he’s very relieved by this . now , your boy is usually pouty or neutral looking , but watch him light up and smile during the heart ceremony . he takes everything to heart and is so happy . his bear is medium fluff with most of the fluff in his tummy . he takes his time cleaning it , and picks out a very basic outfit . just a plain shirt and shorts . he names it jacob , after himself and wants you to hold it , thinking that you look so cute with two soft stuffed animals in your arms . later , he’ll try to make matching cross necklaces for both your bears . he also wants to come back and make a bear each for all his dogs .

martin ( 1977 )

this shy boy is extremely excited and nervous at the same time . he’ll be quiet , glancing towards you and back at his bear , one that is pure white . he does the heart ceremony , shy as hell about it , whispering the words and such . but the further into the store the more he comes out of his shell . he smiles and stands close , looking at clothes and wanting your bears to match . they both end up looking cute and fancy , his a girl he names angel , and he tells you it reminds him of you . he keeps it in his room , often looking at it when he thinks and misses you .

carrie white

this girl is excited , eyes bright and smile wide and sweet . she picks out something soft and pink and colorful . she doesn’t want her bear to be plain , no she wants her to be beautiful and stand out . you can’t help it . you put your own bear away so you can spend all the money spoiling this happy girl you have . she does everything with gusto , even doing it with some shy kids . she’s so lost in the moment that it’s wonderful , she really needed this . her bear is so soft , nearly limp , and dressed in a pretty yellow sundress with ribbons on her ears . she names it sunshine .