#but im a bookworm and books are my escape | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

readersrealm · 4 months

Text

Introduction

Hello.

I'm new to this...Ive never had a blog before but I've always liked the idea of having one. Combining two of my favourite things: reading and (even tho i like it less and am fairly bad at it) writing. Its a dream! Shall I start by telling you facts about me maybe?

Alright. Since you cant answer I just will.

I'd rather not tell you my real name if I'm being honest. With the whole digital footprint and doxxing and all. I'll have to think of a username I'd like. What do you think of something with bubbles (even tho that does sound like a bunny name) or boykiller (that'll start an argument probably with all the boys that think theyre undeserving of being killed) orrr smth with silent (i like that but what? maybe silent bookworm but then again that sounds kind of weird) well... I'll think of something. For now I'll just sign with "unknown" that'll be okay.

I CAN tell you that i am a female human (i am at that point in life where you dont know if you should call me a girl or a woman).

I turned 16 in august. I'm really lucky that my birthday's in august, because its always warm and its ALWAYS in summer break at least where I'm from. We have the whole august summer break. I LOVE IT.

I WAS born in germany and both my parents are german so no english roots what-so-ever (well in the near past) but when covid started back in the beginning of 2020 and school had to stop for a while, while they had to figure out what to to do with the whole pandamic and all so my mom suggested I'd start watching my shows and films in english to learn better english so I did that and it's degenerated a little bit into reading English books. BUT i have to thank my mom for getting the ball rolling.

Im bisexual, meaning I like girls AND boys (figured THAT out finally when i was 13) and if you have anything mean to say about it to me I'll cry (especially when you start talking about the connection between being gay and god - when you say bad things because nobody can say good things about THAT relationship)

My hobbies are

dancing (jazz which is a mix of ballett and hiphop if anyone cares),

reading (fanfiction AND actual books)

and by now probably meeting my friends (I've never considered that to be a hobby...not because i didnt have any friends, no. More because I usually dont like meeting up with people)

and i should probably put "going to the gym" on that list too, but I kind of dropped the ball on that one...

My first book I remember really LOVING that really got me into reading (when i was 9) was (and now this is going to be german so just ignore it if you dont know it) "Alea Aquarius" and I read it now too sometimes. Even though its a childrens book, it became a comfort book too, thinking of all the good times I had as a child especially reading (not just that book but in general). Even young it became an escape from the world (even without screaming parents).

I usually read everything, depending on what people recommend me. But I do have genres I read more than others. Romance, Fantasy and Crime are my favourites even tho romance is getting predictable. MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE TROPE tho is unreliable narrator. It is THE best!! The genre I read the least tho is non-fiction. I just need books that transport me into a new (often better and more interesting) world. Classics too are a genre I dont really read. Doesnt mean i havent read a classic and also doesnt mean i dont own some it just means that reading classics in english as a german person is really not that easy...so i dont OR i buy the book in german too. I did that for pride and prejudice (that i bought solely because it was mentioned A LOT in a random wattpad book hehe) and I love it now and own three copies (2 german, 1 english).

I dont read my fanfiction on wattpad anymore either. Ive transferred to ao3 instead. If you dont know the platform, you ABSOLUTELY should. Its amazing what people can write and how EASILY a book can be longer than the bible is magnificent. The fanfiction on there can easily be published as actual books. No problem. And we get to read it for free! Im so grateful for that all the time.

Dont immediatly think Im weird just for reading fanfiction (be honest, who hasnt). I mightve read some dream smp once...(a bit too many because i used to be REALLY into dnf and even bought dream hoodies but lets not talk about that phase of my life. Its embarrassing) but now i love drarry and marauders (especially wolftstar and jegulus) but i also enjoy the "all for the game"-fanfictions - especially "Black as is the Raven" (which is also longer than the bible. dont worry, i checked, am not spreading false information) on ao3 (a trilogy, sooo... actual books) nowadays.

On my spotify wrapped (people who use AppleMusic are weird) it said i listened for 219,139 minutes which are 152 days so I can call myself the music queen now (which is also cringe). My favourite songs (yes i listen to music while reading) are

"NOT!" by straykids

"winterherz" by JAS, "Memories" by Leonell Cassio,

"Summertime Sadness" by Lana del Rey,

"we're all eating eachcother" by Juliet Ivy,

"I miss having sex but atleast i dont want to die anymore" by Waterparks,

"Homemade Dynamite" by Lorde,

"Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls

"Just You and I" by Tom Walker

"Why am i like this?" by Orla Gartland (thx heartstopper)

"Happy little pill" by Troye Sivan

"DLMLU" by straykids

My favourite artists are Straykids (yes I listen to (and read) KPop, so what. Im not weird -> me, trying to convince myself), NF, Halsey, Lorde, The Weeknd and probably Lana Del Rey (probably have that from my dad...).

I think that was it for now...we can do a part 2 of my introduction when i think of more to say hehe. But i think this is a nice start (and yes i know use the brackets too much, sue me.) and well get along right? Remember, dont be too harsh on me and ignore any minor grammar or spelling mistakes.

Love ya,

Unknown (told you, i need a name)

#new to this #books #me talking #writing #reading #lana del rey #music #halsey #lorde #the weeknd #story #unknown #fanfiction #marauders #all for the game

7 notes · View notes

bookwyrminspiration · 1 year

Note

i demand more bookworm sophie. if i as a child had to escape through literature then so did she. sophie that still loves all his human books. sophie that cannot get along with bronte until they start talking about books. tam and sophie bonding over what books they like. sophie reading human poetry and ugly crying in the middle of the night bc "he just like me fr" (but the poetry equivalent. you know the one.) sophie.

(i just realized i did in fact use he/him for sophie up there but you know what. im claiming that. that was on purpose. trans sophie ftw.)

+ have a doodle to go with it

This is the Hey Cowboy poem referenced in that last panel for anyone unaware:

You are so correct, I know Sophie's got a lot going on in his life right now and so books' priority has dropped. But also. Every day I am haunted by the knowledge that he is a bookworm, that he's a reader and lived his childhood between the pages of stories.

I know in the beginning of his story and in moving to the elven world he left his books behind (piled on every available surface!), that later on he called them "a bit ridiculous now with their wizards and dragons and demigods on the covers" (Exile, p. 421), and that was part of his mindset to help him with this huge, traumatizing transition. And I can understand that.

But also. I would love for him to rediscover that part of himself--although likely not with the same stories and literature--once his life calms down. And for him to turn to stories and creation as part of his processing. To poems and tales and people like him.

And!! Tam too! I personally see Tam as a reader, I've got two fics where it's mentioned off-handed that the reason he was up at midnight/2am is because he couldn't sleep and turned to books. To poetry. And while he might seem like someone who'd brush that off on the outside, I think he'd be an excellent analytic partner who can really get to the meaning behind the writing.

I want to see Sophie come back to it and find himself outside of the Black Swan. Also that doodle is phenomenal! Love love love sketches and you can see exactly what the scene is and the effect the poem has on Sophie, the way it captures how it feels when you find something so poignant and resonating out of nowhere and you don't know what to do with it. 10000/10 tenderly tucking these doodles into my pocket to carry with me everywhere

#kotlc #sophie foster #quil's queries #commonghost #trans sophie ftw!#a she/her might've slipped in there somewhere because I got caught up in bookworm sophie #i LOVE it so much. i mean. my url literally has bookwyrm in it I'm very passionate about this #every day I wake up and think about how sophie's room doesn't reflect him #and i melt to the ground and clutch at my heart #there is SO MUCH in that comment #he's there but he's not /there/

27 notes · View notes

tiredandcaffeinated · 1 year

Note

i need help

i am currently in a very very long reading slump and i am literally unable to get out of it😭😭😭😭 i love reading so much I've literally been a bookworm my whole life so this hurts and i just wanna go back to being able to escape reality with a good book yk

mujhe tips dedo what i can do to get rid of this disgusting slump

yes yes i know,, i would love to read more but rn i dont have the time unfortunately, idk how helpful this will be but i will try my best:

i suggest re-reading an old fav, because you can maybe skip around a bit if some parts are especially boring but atleast it could be a start and a gateway to reading more

or on the contrary maybe pick up a fully new book, preferably a short/fast-paced one so you dont get bored and then move to larger books. for me, when im in a slump, starting a new series seems like a big task so maybe a stand alone book

you could also try new genres or an audio book just to get you interested in stories again or maybe you could try out graphic novels or smt.

basically,, either try a comfort read or go for smt totally new, whichever seems more appealing atm

hope this helps!!

#percy <3

5 notes · View notes

sawyer-e · 1 year

Text

Meet my child Sawyer.

if you’re hearing Golden by Jill Scott playing, you have to know SAWYER WOODS (SHE/HER; CISWOMAN) is near by! the 33 year old PEDIATRICIAN has been in denver for, like, 5 years. they’re known to be quite clingy, but being confident seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble Candice Patton. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those iced coffee loose messy buns ,tortoise shell glasses hanging on the brim of her nose and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around CHERRY CREEK DISTRICT

About

Sawyer is a thirty three year old pediatrician. She knew since she was a young girl she wanted to help others, she would give the coat off of her back if she could.

Sawyer is from Dallas, Texas she never saw herself moving, until she decided to take a risk and move to Colorado.

Sawyer has a black French bulldog named Daisy, she adopted her when she first moved to Colorado as a comfort dog.

Sawyer's head is often in the clouds, but at the same time she is a realist, and if things are not in the cards, for her there is no need to force anything, whether it be a career or love.

Sawyer is extremely creative - she loves to paint and escape in the art, if she wasn't a pediatrician she would have been an art curator.

Sawyer eventually wants to be a mother and get married and find love, her parent's love was a major pillar for her.

Sawyer has an younger sister they are six years apart, though Sawyer and her sister have been thick as theives since she was born.

Sawyer is a huge bookworm - since she was little, she’d get lost in the pages of any book no matter the genre, but her favorite genre is romance.

Wanted connections:

Sawyer’s baby sister - I don’t have a set backstory for her, just that she moved in shortly after Sawyer did, the rest is solely UTP their ideal age range is 26-27. face claims suggestions include, Zendaya, Samantha Logan.

Sawyer’s potential love interest - I’m a hopeless romantic, so I would love a boyfriend or a connection of something like that, for Sawyer, nothing too cringe though, we can discuss any details in the IM. Face claim suggestions: Dev Patel, Riz Ahmed, Theo James, Trevante Rhodes or anyone, I’m willing to pick your brain.

#pinned #character intro #chq;intro #im me #I’m ready for a good time

6 notes · View notes

deadratinhotcar · 2 years

Text

Do I keep reading my book n figure out what’s up??? N get a library card tomorrow so I can checkout the next book if they have it???? Maybe even treat myself to a Barnes and Noble date w myself???? Bc it’s not enough to last my whole shift tonight so like…. May as well figure it out 🥺🥺🥺🥺 plus, this makes me wanna listen to all my audio books more and get back into buying books. I COULD GO TO SECOND AND CHARLESSSSSS!!!! I LOVE IT THERE!!!!! Fuck I’m so happy to have reignited my love for books. I miss being a bookworm and constantly being in the library and checking out as many books as I was allowed and eating them all up by the next week’s library trip. I even miss my school librarian bc I got so close with her. Books were my escape, starting as a kid. I love stories. I hate that JK ended up being so awful bc Harry Potter was a series I hopped deep into when my dad died and it was a comfort but I’ve just completely separated myself from the entire franchise tbh because I refuse to support her. I also figured out why I can’t get deep into some of the books I tried… I’m trying to get into shit that just ain’t me. I love books about supernatural shit, fun stuff and all that. I can’t do anything droning or boring and a lot of the books I tried, they were all books for learning stuff. I did get really into a sex magick book which is why I ordered Sacred Sex and I do look forward to that! But Gabi’s writing is very informative. I like to have storyyyyyy. I love informational books for their educational purposes and others are more interesting than others but fuck. I love a good, juicy tale to bite into. I love that teeny bopper romance shit too. Gimme a good YA novel ab a vampire or demon who loves a human and BITCH YA GOT ME. IM IN. Liiiiike, DO ANY OF YALL REMEMBER THE MORGANVILLE VAMPIRES SERIES? OH MY GODDDDD

4 notes · View notes

coiled-dragon · 7 months

Note

I read one book last year ao my new years resolution was to read more, i started off rereading comfort books and kids books and comics to kinda ease back in. I only gave up on two books, Interview with the Vampire because i had a hard time with the lack of chapters and scene breaks, i need to have a break in the prose to aim for y'know? Like 'i'll read til it ends there.' Also Clockwork Orange is incomprehensible without a translation guide 😄 Would like to return to both in the future tho.

I mostly do audiobooks these days, listen to them while im at work since I mostly just count money.. I miss when I used to be a bookworm as a kid lol but the internet has taken over as my escapism and now sitting and reading just. Makes me tired...

I was reading Interview with the Vampire last year into the new years and that was a huge struggle for me too 😩 I... didnt finish it either...

#anonymous #ask

1 note · View note

elrielllll · 4 years

Note

14.“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” Fluffy?? Maybe??

Fluff?? Or angst?? How’s about BOTH

Also here is the link for the prompt list, keep them coming, I’m looking forward to writing them, (in between school work so bare with me lol)

Elain felt sorry for the bread dough. She really did. When she said that it was taking a beating, she meant it.

She had just come back from checking up on Nesta. Elain knew that she didn’t want to see her, she’d made that abundantly clear, but she couldn’t leave her alone.

Even so, Nesta’s outright refusal to see her had hurt, more than she’d ever admit, everyone already thought that she was fragile enough already.

This bread would not see her as weak though, not with the way she was slapping it onto the counter top. She was boss here.

The twins were busy, she didn’t know what they were doing but they had taken one look at her face and scarpered, rambling on about something they had to do. Elain was thankful for those two, but right now she wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone.

They knew when she wanted to be alone, but the only issue was when she had no one distracting her was that all her thoughts bubbled to the front of her mind and tended to overflow.

She needed something to take it out on, to channel it, and unfortunately the bread was the victim today. Last week it was the weeds.

Elain grabbed a bag of flour, ready to abuse the dough some more, when her hand slipped and it went everywhere. Everywhere.

She groaned, looking at the dusting that covered the counter, the bread, the floor and the table, how on earth did it manage to get there? She stomped her foot in anger, fists clenched, huffing through her gritted teeth and rubbing at her eyes- this was not her day.

She needed a brush. That was it, to sweep it up. She took one step and went flying, landing on her back with a squeal as all the air was knocked out of her. She lay there, eyes closed.

Just take deep breaths Elain. Then you won’t want to kill cooking ingredients.

She was sure the whole world was against her today. She sat up slowly, letting her head drop into her hands as she felt all the emotions from the last day fizzle up. She blinked back the sting of tears, crying wouldn’t solve anything.

“Elain?”

Elain quickly wiped away any tears that managed to escape and forced a smile onto her face before letting Azriel know where she was, “I’m here.”

He rounded the table to see her sitting in a pile of flour, it was all over her dress and it seemed to flock to her face. Her hair was covered in a dusting of white, she was sure that he thought she looked like an absolute mess. He wasn’t wrong.

He’d been home for a while by the looks of it, still in his leathers as usual, but his hair wasn’t tousled by the wind and his cheeks weren’t red from the cold. His eyebrows drew together slightly as he looked her over before stepping towards her, hand outstretched to help her up.

She waved him off, grabbing the counter to pull herself to her feet, “I’m fine, thank you.” He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets and stepping back, leaning his hip against the counter. His face betrayed nothing, as usual and Elain could feel herself flushing, why did he have to turn up just then?

She smoothed her hands over her apron, trying to regain a bit of dignity and turned around to get the brush, when she walked straight into the cupboard door.

She let out a yelp and brought her hand up to her head, the other gripping a chair. She heard Azriel move towards her again, “are you-”

“I’m fine,” she hissed and then mastered herself, she didn’t mean to talk to him like that. “I’m fine.” Her voice was lighter this time, but her face was like thunder and she made sure to keep her back towards Azriel.

She reached up to slam the door shut and narrowly avoided slamming her fingers in the door as well. She let out a slow breath, she didn’t want to have a meltdown in front of Azriel.

Elain faced the bread that she was making again and got back to work, she had plenty of flower now she scoffed. Azriel was still stood there, and she could feel his gaze on her, watching her as he might do a frightened animal.

She ignored him, she wasn’t in the mood to talk, or be polite even, and Azriel was the only person she was comfortable enough with to ignore, so she just carried on and tried not to let the feeling of his eyes on her take over.

It felt like hours later when he finally spoke, “What’s wrong Elain?” He asked, and Elain thought that she’d never heard his voice so soft.

She chuckled a little, “that’s a loaded question isn’t it?”

He shifted and she just knew that he was cocking his head at her. “Well that depends, what’s on your mind?”

Maybe it was because someone was showing interest, or maybe it was that she was still covered in flower, or even maybe what had happened earlier, but Elain found that it all just came spilling out, “I’m alone!” She threw down her rolling pin, glaring at it when it glanced off her foot. “I’m alone,” she said again, quieter this time.

“Nesta doesn’t want me near her and Feyre’s too busy with her new family, which is great!” Elain threw her arms up and then stopped for a second. Azriel didn’t even move, if she thought he was being careful with her before, then she had no clue what to call this.

“No, it is great.” Elain admitted, placing a hand on her forehead and the other on her hip. “I’m happy for her, she deserves it, and this,” she gestured around, “this is what I’ve always wanted for her, but I always just assumed that I’d be part of it too.” She looked down, hands gripping the fabric of her dress as the reality came crushing down on her.

She really was alone.

“And then to top it all off, I dropped my flour.” Elain gave a little laugh and her eyes welled up inhumanly fast. She blinked and looked up at Azriel through watery eyes. He was chewing the inside of his cheek, half looking like he wanted to go to her and half like he wanted to run very very far away. Maybe for the first time, Azriel had no clue what to do.

Elain sniffled, “if you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

That got rid of any hesitation on his part and he was across the room in seconds, even managing to avoid slipping on the flour, was flour actually slippy or was she just clumsy? Elain didn’t know and did care when she closed her eyes and let herself be pulled into his arms. He wrapped one around her back, the other coming to cup the back of her head. She sighed as she was enveloped in his warmth, and was bombarded by this overwhelming sense of safety. Elain couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a hug.

Elain looked at his shirt, seeing the flour attaching onto him. She rubbed at it, trying to get it off. “It’s fine,” he hummed.

Elain just pressed her face into his chest, inhaling deeply.

“You’re not alone Elain.”

Elain smiled against his shirt, “neither are you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yes I know it’s cheesy IM SORRY

Tags:

@sleeping-and-books @meowsekai @awkward-avocado-s @superspiritfestival @abraxos-is-toothless @stars-falling @thesirenwashere @queen-of-glass @nite0wl29 @negativenesta @illyrian-bookworm @theshadowsinger-and-thefawn @b00kworm @tswaney17 @qoingcrazy @lovemollywho @tyheronthorn @gorl-power @fucking-winchester-trash @keshavomit @a-happybird @mysweetvilllain @captainthefangirlofhp @rhiannonn22 @maastrash @azriel-archeronn @empress-ofbloodshed @judexcardanxgreenbriar @dreamerforever-5

#elriel #elain #elain archeron #azriel #elain x azriel #elrielllll #elrielllll writes #elrielllll one shots #elrielllll asks #elriel als

109 notes · View notes

liamiya · 3 years

Note

Hiii, I'm Michelle 💕 so for three facts 1) I've was raised in a very abusive household so that keeps me from being social, as a kid everyone would ignore me cause of the bruises so yeah was very alone. 2) I love music and literature, I am the nerd of all nerds because it helps me escape reality so I love it. 3) I'm independent and hardworking when it comes to my grades because it feels like it's my ticket out of this house. I prefer men, and for a fandom Haikyuu please. ❤ thank you so much ❤

Hi Michelle! Im rlly sorry to hear about your childhood :( i hope everthing gets better to you baby ❤❤ and i hope you like this too!

I match you up with Akaashi Keiji!

Akaashi himself is a nerd for literature (baby wants to work with it, you can't tell me he isn't a bookworm), so he would ADORE to read books with you and talk about them for hours while some music is playing in the background. Keiji will also help you with your problems, if you want him to, he also can distract you, it all depends on what you need that moment. He loves the fact that you're hardworking and independent, cause it matches him very very well

new year/100 followers event

#💋 celebrate #💋 100 milestone #matchup

5 notes · View notes

thosequeenboys · 4 years

Text

Love Is Love Is Love - Chapter 4 (Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello)

Summary: Ben, Joe and Alex prepare for Ben’s departure to film a movie in London, with all related emotions.

A/N: The next chapter will be cheerier, I promise, as the boys reunite - with some London surprises! Thanks to: @jessahmewren for your recent encouraging words that helped me reunite with my muse and work through this intense chapter! You’re the Bee’s Knees! Thanks also to: @heybuddy-drabbles for ongoing support and listening to me kvetch while writing this chapter. You’re the Cat’s Pajamas!

Warning: This chapter has smut. I mean, the guys are about to be separated! It has an 18+ Only warning and a fire emoji on my Masterlist. Some cursing too.

Tag List: @warriorteam1924 @cardyandy @watercolouredreams @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels @crazylittlethingcalledobsession @queensilveryrog @im-an-adult-ish @marianaletosnape @the-baby-bookworm @honeymazzello @igotsuckedintothevoid @oniriquex @roger-hardy-taylor @doctorqueensanatomy @chocolatekisses8

June was the best month because summer was just starting, and it stretched out carefree before them. The spring perennials had dried into brown stalks and were now replaced with hearty hydrangeas in blue and pink hues. The neighborhood’s evening rituals prolonged the seemingly endless days: tonguing ice cream cones before they dripped from the evening heat, racing scooters on the sidewalk, chalk drawing on the pavement, telling jokes on the stoop. The fragrant rose bushes arched over the iron fences that framed the small front-yard gardens. The evening activities extended into the darkness. Finally in bed, Alex found it hard to unwind despite Ben’s patient efforts. Lots of chatter and three books later, he finally fell asleep.

This June would be remembered for preparations surrounding the inevitable separation. While Ben put Alex to bed, Joe ventured upstairs to the ‘extra room’ where infant clothes in plastic bins and baby paraphernalia were scattered among items they seldom used. Walking through the maze of random possessions, Joe found and hefted a large suitcase and duffle bag on wheels and carried them down the steps into their bedroom.

Ben was stretched on their bed reading a script, his long legs crossed at the ankles. He raised his eyes at Joe’s entrance.

“I kept wishing these would magically appear, but….” Joe said, easing the luggage onto the racks he had set out.

Ben nodded and resumed reading.

“Ben, Baby, you have to talk to him. Start preparing him. It won’t really sink in until you’re close to leaving, but… You need to get him ready to separate from you.” Joe said.

The phrase ‘get him ready to separate from you’ made Ben feel like he was punched in the stomach. Finally, Ben spoke. “I’ve been putting it off….I didn’t want to think about it. Just focusing on the script. Compartmentalizing. I never thought the travel, being away, would have negative implications. It seemed par for the course and even glamorous. An Actor’s Life. I wasn’t thinking of a family. Now, it’s tearing me up to think of being away from him…and you.” Saying it made it real. Images of his upcoming destiny started to come into focus: he pictured being on the outskirts of the city, working on set for grueling hours every day and then alone in his London flat at night, managing the basics-meals, laundry – under a fog of exhaustion. It was as if he had to picture it to make himself accept it. Denial can only take you so far.

Joe climbed on the bed next to him. He could tell Ben was off in another place, anticipating the trip as he hadn’t until now. “Hey,” Joe said. “Don’t think about it tonight. Be here with me.”

Joe took the script tenderly, moving the Post-it stuck on the back to the open page. He leaned over Ben and placed it on the side table, then opened the drawer to retrieve the lube. He kneeled in front of him, tossing the lube next to them. He slid Ben’s t-shirt up, and with a combination of mouth and hands covered every inch starting at the waist band, pushing the garment upward to access more of that delicious, toned body. Ben raised his arms and the t-shirt was removed and tossed as Joe straddled Ben, gliding his hands softly now over the smooth, bare chest. “Joe…” Ben said, “Just…I want to feel you in me.” Joe pulled off his own t-shirt and removed his bottoms. Next, Ben’s sweatpants and boxers were eased off and tossed. Sitting back on his knees between Ben’s open legs, Joe’s strong torso arched back slightly. It exuded a perfect combination of intensity and softness, confidence and vulnerability, as would their lovemaking. The two naked partners eyed each other. Joe grazed Ben’s thighs, easing them apart, and the blonde closed his eyes, releasing an anticipatory moan, as Joe moved his hand to his husband’s hardening manhood. He worked it a bit as Ben gasped and thrusted to Joe’s rhythmic pulls. Joe moved his other hand tenderly along Ben’s jawline which caused his lover’s eyes to flutter. “Look at me, Baby.” Joe said. “I want to imprint your look – your passion and lust and love for me - into my brain.” He flipped the cap of the lube open, and Ben bent and spread his knees wider to allow full access.

Joe rolled next to Ben and started to ease his dripping fingers into him, one at a time, feeling the resistance and grasp, followed by the release, allowing him to enter deeper. Finally, Ben whispered, “Joe… God, feels so good. I’m ready.”

Joe kneeled in front of Ben and pulled him toward his own hardness, which he lubricated generously. He entered Ben slowly, propping himself on an arm, his other hand on Ben’s thigh easing it wider. They moved so right, so easily as one, each advance joining them, sealing their love deeply. Joe resumed stroking Ben, now fully erect, as their rhythmic thrusts quickened. “I love you, Ben,” Joe panted. “Love you,” Ben said. They both moaned as they released, their smooth movements becoming jerky. They disconnected, Joe rolling next to Ben, as they faced each other and kissed passionately.

The next morning, upon waking, Joe ran his fingers through his hair, last night a glimmer and reality looming harshly. “I need to get the apartment ready for Mariel. She’ll be here in a week.” With Ben’s extended absence, single parenting would be challenging for Joe, especially with his Netflix consultation requiring monthly trips to LA. The baby’s eventual arrival would add a layer of complexity. They hired Mariel, an au pair from Peru eager to come to NY, who planned to eventually study graphic design. Her references boasted that she was a warm, loving and responsible caregiver. While Ben knew this was a necessity, he was unsettled that their triad was vanishing. Sands would be shifting over the next year as a new normal emerged-a desired and exciting new normal, indeed. They would have to carve out a new family life with the arrival of the baby. The guys decided to hold off telling Alex about the baby until they reunited in London, figuring he could only process one big change at a time, the most imminent one needing to be addressed first.

After breakfast, Ben called Alex over and hoisted him onto his lap as Joe cleared the table, his eyes trained on the two of them.

“Hey, Buddy, I’m going to be leaving for London in a few weeks for work. I’ll be gone over the summer, but you and Papa will visit me in the middle, so it won’t seem like that long. And we’ll FaceTime in between, so you can tell me all about your summer. Alex listened. “And, the exciting thing is you’ll have someone special to keep you company-a woman named Mariel. She’s super nice and she can’t wait to meet you. She’ll live in the apartment downstairs. She’ll take you to gymnastics and music, and she…”

“ I don’t want ‘she.’” Alex said matter-of-factly. Why would he? “I go to Lon-down. Papa too.”

“I know you don’t want someone else. But, Papa has to work and go to LA sometimes. I’ll be working so much and wouldn’t be able to spend time with you if you lived with me in London. So, Mariel will help take care of you. It will take some getting used to, but I know you’ll like her.” Ben encouraged. Alex had said his piece and didn’t see a need to prolong the discussion. In his child-like fashion, he quickly scrambled to higher, more familiar ground. “Gymnastics.” he said, sliding off of Ben and proceeding to the foyer where he sat on the bench and waited for help with his sneakers.

“That went rather well,” Ben said eyeing Joe, not trying to cover his sarcasm. He knew this was the first of many discussions, and as the day of his departure approached, there would be more emotions all around. For now, he packed a water bottle and some snacks and joined Alex to prepare to leave. At the kids’ gym, Ben peered through the window in the parents’ waiting area. He gave himself permission to bask in Alex’s unrelenting joy as he raised and lowered the parachute with his mates, and ran into it when it was his turn, retreating to his spot before it fell upon him, his feet moving in time to his giggles. Ben hoped the reality of their imminent family changes would land just as gently upon him as the parachute would have, had he not escaped its billowing descent in time.

So, it went like that leading up to the separation. They’d mention it, Alex would listen and then deflect. Joe, meanwhile, dealt with his own onslaught of emotions by pouring his energies into helping Mariel acclimate to their routines and home, the details of which he documented copiously. She joined their excursions and began to get comfortable with them and dote on Alex. Ben showed Alex images of London: double decker buses, the London Eye, Big Ben (not named for Daddy), The Princess Diana Memorial Playground-hoping to build his enthusiasm for their reunion, while reinforcing that Ben would be in another place. Alex gradually registered the images and the impending reality. He couldn’t ignore the clues that Ben’s departure was lurking: Ben’s sudden shopping trips to pick up last-minute items and Joe throwing items into the suitcase, packing and repacking. Then there was the vocabulary associated with travel and separation. The worst word, Alex decided, was ‘gone.’ It was concept he couldn’t fully wrap his head around, but it had a finality and a sadness. He knew it meant that Daddy wouldn’t be with him.

Four days before Ben’s departure, Ben and Joe woke suddenly to loud wails. “OHMYGOD,” Ben bolted out of bed in his boxer briefs and tore down the hall to Alex’s room, where he found him sitting up in bed, tears falling off his face. “Alex, are you sick??” Ben practically dove onto the bed and wrapped him in a hug. Joe appeared at the doorway. “You left and didn’t say bye-bye,” Alex said through tears.

“You had a bad dream! Of course, I’ll say good-bye and I’ll hug you…..I won’t leave without saying bye-bye. I promise,” Ben reassured.

The day before his departure, Ben brought Alex to the couch. He took two small blue microfiber pouches from his backpack. “I got us some things to help us look forward to seeing each other and remember our times together when we’re apart. Want to see what I got?” Alex nodded enthusiastically. Ben handed him a pouch and helped him loosen the strings and open it. Alex reached in and took out a puzzle piece. Ben retrieved a puzzle piece from his own pouch, which he inserted into Alex’s, forming an octopus. “When we see each other, our pieces will join. But meanwhile, each piece is waiting for the other, just like we are waiting to see each other.” Alex nodded. He reached into the pouch and took out a little whale statue. Ben took out a sea turtle statue. “We both have a sea animal.” Ben noted. “When you come to London, we’ll go to the Aquarium!” Alex smiled. Next up were a pair of small model airplanes. “When you visit me, you’ll get to fly on an airplane, and this one,” Ben said, retrieving his own, “will bring me home to you.” Finally, Alex reached in and pulled out a glittery firm heart. Ben took his out too. “These hearts remind us that even though we’re not with each other walking or talking or laughing or playing or reading, we’re still together -- in each other’s hearts.” Ben lined his red heart up on Alex’s chest, while he eased Alex’s hand that clutched his red heart against his own chest. They smiled. Then, Ben put the items into their respective pouches. He leaned over and kissed Alex, who wrapped his slender arms tightly around Ben’s neck. That feeling was the most important thing he wished he could stuff into his pouch.

The final morning Joe’s eyes opened at 5:45. They had 15 minutes before Alex usually woke up and a little over an hour until Ben’s departure. He rolled over and draped his arm over Ben, who was curled up on his side facing away from him. Joe’s other hand stroked his blonde hair. “Hey, pretty boy, how about a treat to start the day right,” Joe cooed in his ear. Ben rolled toward Joe onto his back and Joe’s hands followed, draping one over his chest and the other on his forehead, fingering the blonde tresses. He moved on top of Ben, letting his weight press into him. Ben beamed up at him, wanting to take that feeling - the heaviness, the warmth, the familiar, perfect fit - with him. They moved together urgently, clothed in boxer briefs, kissing as soft moans escaped. Joe latched onto Ben’s neck, sucking him slowly, leaving fresh marks, the ones from the prior night had started to fade. Ben’s mouth found its way to Joe’s neck, leaving marks as well. Time of the essence, Joe slithered down Ben, taking Ben’s boxers with him.

“Hey,” Ben crunched his abs with a raised head.

“Are you protesting?” Joe asked.

“No, I mean, What time is it?? Alex will be getting up….” Ben glanced sideways at the clock.

“I’ll make it quick. Lie back. I want you to leave you with a memory of me, showing you that I love you.” Joe took in Ben eagerly, with focus and passion.

“Oh. God. Fuck. Joe.” Ben’s voice was low, and steady, his hips rising slightly in time to his quickening heartbeat. “Yeah, like that. Fuck. Harder,” he directed. His clipped exhales were punctuated with a rhythmic chant, “Joe. God. Harder. Joe…” Ben felt himself so close to release, his hands tugging on Joe’s auburn locks, when the unmistakable voice called out.

“Daddy? Are you leaving?” It was a sad question, with a known answer.

Joe detached himself from a heavily panting and pink Ben, who held his breath to stop making any noise, his heart beating into his throat, his stomach in a tight curl. After a deep breath, Joe uttered firmly, “Alex, we need a few minutes to get up. Go downstairs and play. We’ll meet you soon..”

“Ok,” the soft voice padded away.

Joe glanced at Ben eager to finish him. “I can’t, he needs me….I won’t be able to…” Ben said breathlessly, his head raised.

“You can and you will, if I have anything to do with it.” Joe said. He wanted to please Ben and have a few more moments of intimacy, delaying the inevitable. Joe knew it was time to pull out the big guns. “I want you to come for me, with my lips wrapped around you…sucking you hard, taking all of you in. I’ll look up at you as you thrust into me, and release into me, looking so beautiful. Can you do that for me?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Ben crashed his head into the pillow, aroused again, and Joe resumed his skillful pleasuring. He added a gentle massage of Ben’s balls, causing Ben to resume his chant between moans. Ben came, Joe’s name on his tongue as the gestures slowed, and a final kiss was granted.

“Mission accomplished.” Joe smirked, easing next to his husband.

“God, you’re amazing.” Ben said panting. Then turning to Joe, he asked, “Do you think he heard? You know, when he was outside the door?”

“Heard you cursing? Moaning? Telling me how to get you off? Chanting my name? Probably. Look, he’s good in math. Eventually he’ll figure out that you cursing PLUS you moaning my name over and over TIMES you sounding slightly bossy EQUALS you having an extra spring in your step.” Joe smiled, very proud of the audible results of his handiwork.

Ben looked horrified.

Joe winked. “Don’t worry-at this age, Nah.” He switched gears. “I’ll duck into the bathroom quickly and then go downstairs.”

“Joe,” Ben said. “I can…”

“You don’t have to….I have last night as my go-to.” A vision of their prior evening’s passion that started in the shower and ended in bed flashed before Joe’s eyes. “I wanted to give you something special to remember me when you’re away.” Joe whispered.

“You’re imprinted in me. All of you. I love you so mu…” Ben stopped, overcome with emotion. He swallowed. “We better get moving. I’ll take a quick shower.”

Joe’s hand reached for Ben’s jaw and a kiss enveloped his beautiful full lips.

There wasn’t much talking over breakfast, each of them consumed by their own emotions. Alex ran a small car back and forth on the table, the movement distracting and soothing him. Ben kissed his head before he made a final trip upstairs to finish his ablutions and pack a few final things. He returned with a backpack slung over his shoulder, maneuvering the heavy suitcase. “I better call the Uber,” he said, moving the luggage to join the full duffle bag, already by the door. Joe wiped the counter with a sponge, yet again, trying to distract himself from his own emotional onslaught.

Ben went over to Alex and sat down. “Hey, Buddy, come here.” he tapped his knee. Alex came over and Ben picked him up under his arms. He brought him back against his chest and wrapped his arms around him. “I have my blue pouch in my backpack, so I’ll always have it close by. You have yours on your bedside table, yeah?” Alex nodded; his distress evident.

“Good. I’ll miss you and I’ll think of you every day. We’ll FaceTime…” Ben’s phone lit up. The Uber was two minutes away.

Joe sidled behind Ben’s chair and rubbed his back as he stood up, easing Alex off his lap. They walked to the entry foyer and Joe took the suitcase down the stoop. Ben grasped the backpack and duffle bag and Alex’s hand. The car pulled up just as they arrived on the sidewalk. The driver loaded the luggage and opened the passenger door. The three boys hugged.

“Text me when you land,” Joe said.

Ben nodded and then kneeled bringing Alex in for a final hug and “I love you.” Rising he brought Joe into a hug and kiss. They both uttered “I love you,” at the same time. They chuckled, and Ben peeled away. He eased into the car and shut the door. Joe and Alex waved to Ben who turned around and waved out the back window.

Joe stood behind Alex and placed his arms on his shoulders. “C’mon, Babe. Let’s get ready for playgroup. Now we’ll start counting the days until we see Dad again in London.” Alex nodded. He placed his hand on his chest, soothing the emotions that collected there, causing a metaphorical ache. He didn’t need any words or pictures. He now understood the meaning of ‘gone.’

39 notes · View notes

exhoe-imagines · 5 years

Text

the green room → jww

summary → watching wonwoo’s twitch streams had always been something you’d enjoyed, but never in a million years did you think you’d run into him so casually at his daytime job

word count → ~2k

genre/warnings → gamer/streamer!au, florist!au, gn!reader who is oblivious to flowers and their meanings, random overwatch references that i had to guess on bc im clueless djfkdsjfsd

a/n → SO @gamerwoo did not think i could attack her,, hence this fic was born !! i pray it will wound her the way i am hoping for !! also any references to overwatch were made from the content i see about it on her blog/faq so thank u rocket for unknowingly educating a dumb bitch like me 😪

“Anyway, I’ll see you guys tomorrow at the same time.” The boy smiled into his webcam, giving a shy wave to the screen. His brown eyes were hidden behind his round glasses, but they did little to cover up the flustered blush that covered his cheeks. It was obvious, as usual, that ending a stream proved to be difficult for him -- the awkward void of noise from his game commentary or the sound effects coming from his computer speakers leaving him in uncomfortable silence as he said goodbye.

You giggled softly as the stream turned black, before his offline screen popped up, displaying his social media and schedule links in a thin blue font. There was no need to click on them, at least for you, since you’d memorized his handles and stream times months prior.

To call you a fan of gamerwoo_96’s twitch would have been a bit of an understatement, one could say. You were quite picky with who you spent your free time watching, especially when it came to hour long streams. Besides Wonwoo, which was his real name, only a few other lucky gamers had you regularly on their accounts -- notably, yutodagames and pcy92, but your casual viewing on their channel was nothing compared to your dedication to Wonwoo.

There was something about how natural he was at playing, that you and his other couple hundred regular followers greatly appreciated. He didn’t seem dedicated to becoming big on Twitch, even showing signs of embarrassment when a large number of people tuned in for his streams. However, no one, not even himself, could deny his channel grew rather quickly.

You’d stumbled across his account one Saturday while looking for Overwatch players, and you’d been hooked ever since. He wasn’t as loud or annoying as other guys his age on Twitch, but he wasn’t too quiet either, where it made it uncomfortable. He commented on things every now and then but stayed focused and would go silent every few moments. It was a nice balance, allowing you to concentrate on the gameplay, but also get to hear his thoughts, and very deep voice whenever he voiced his opinion on something.

Of course, you’d be lying if you didn’t say his looks kept you on his channel as well. He was cute, that much was obvious. His loose white shirts and tousled hair always gave him a laidback look, that contradicted the focus he’d put into his gameplay. Wonwoo’s nose would scrunch, his eyes squinting behind his gold glasses. It was downright adorable, and completely uncalled for considering he was already the prettiest gamer boy you’d ever seen.

Months later, you were still tuning in for his morning Saturday stream -- a perfect way to start your weekend if anyone asked you.

You clicked out of Twitch and closed your laptop before rolling on your back, letting out a deep sigh as you sunk into your bed. You had a list of errands to run, but you’d been putting them off, deeming Wonwoo’s stream more important. However, now that it ended, you had no excuse for putting off your tasks.

Begrudgingly, you got out of bed a few minutes later, trudging to your bathroom to get ready.

Mentally, you’d already planned your schedule for the day. Grocery shopping and getting gas were first, then gift shopping, and lastly, meeting your friend later in the afternoon to celebrate her birthday.

As expected, the first two errands were nothing special, and you got them done rather quickly. However, the next one was not as simple. Your friend had always loved flowers, and you wanted to get her a big bouquet when you greeted her. The only problem was, florists in your area were rare, which meant you had to drive out of town to find one.

“Thank god I don’t have any cold groceries,” you mumbled, before setting off on your detour.

When you finally pulled up to The Green Room, you were pleased with what you saw. It certainly seemed worth the drive, beautiful baskets and arrays of flowers decorating the outside of the small white shop.

Making sure you had your keys, wallet, and phone on you, you made your way to the entrance, noticing it seemed to be empty from your view through the large windows. Shrugging it off, you pushed the door open, a little bell sounding your arrival.

“Good morning,” a smooth voice from behind the counter greeted you. For a second, a slight feeling of recognition passed through you, and when you turned to face the cashier, you understood why.

Wonwoo stood there, a white apron tied around his waist, and a polite smile on his lips. Your eyes widened and your voice was caught in your throat, something he noticed quickly.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked, probably viewing your silence as confusion.

You had to be seeing things.

You shook your head quickly, squeaking out a response. “I-I don’t think so.”

Wonwoo nodded, looking back down at the book on the counter he had open. It was almost finished, and you swooned internally.

A bookworm too? you thought, how perfect is this boy?

Not wanting to stare too long, you scurried towards the back of the shop, trying to make yourself look busy as you racked your brain for an explanation as to why Wonwoo was running the one flower shop by your house. He’d never mentioned where he lived or where he worked, obviously, but never in your life did you imagine that out of everywhere in the world, he was a mere hour from your apartment complex.

What kind of fucking coincidence is this? you screamed internally, barely paying attention to the flowers as you passed them. Speaking of, you couldn’t wait to tell your friend -- she’d gotten sick of hearing you fangirl over your “little gamer boy” as she liked to call him. She was truly in for a treat now, as you’d probably never stop talking about the fact that you met him.

There was nothing you wanted more than to go back up to the counter and talk to him, but you had to get the flowers you’d come for.

The only problem was, you had no idea what to buy.

Your friend had told you all her favorite flowers, but there were so many, and with the thought of Wonwoo at the front of your mind, there was no way you were going to be able to remember them all, let alone know what they looked like.

Letting out a sigh, you decided to pick out a few flowers that looked pretty, and would maybe look nice together. It was the best you could do, and you only hoped your friend would appreciate the effort.

Sadly, it must have been pretty easy to spot how clueless you were, since, after a few minutes of picking different flowers, footsteps sounded near you.

“Who are you shopping for?” Wonwoo asked, as he stood next to you. His proximity and the natural warmth radiating off his form had you stuck in place, unable to escape.

“M-my friend.”

He hummed. “Special occasion?”

You nodded. “Her birthday.”

At that, Wonwoo visibly held back a wince. His eyes darted to the flowers in your hands before he looked back at you. “Maybe white lilies wouldn’t be the best choice then.” His voice was reserved, like he was worried about criticizing your choice. “They’re usually meant for funerals,” he awkwardly explained, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Oh god,” you groaned, “I really have no idea what I’m doing here.”

Wonwoo chuckled at that, visibly loosening up at your response. “It’s alright, it’s more common than you think.” He held out his hand, sending you a smile. “I can go put those back if you want me to help you make a new bunch.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “That’d be great, thank you.”

Wonwoo nodded, taking the flowers from your hand, his fingers long and warm as they brushed against your palm.

Hearing him ramble about flower types a few moments later was one of the greatest things your ears had ever been blessed with. You’d always liked his voice, but hearing him explain the different flowers and their meanings was the most you’d ever heard him talk at once, and it was amazing. Clearly, the shop was a huge passion of his, which you thought fit his personality perfectly.

“A couple of these alstroemerias, for friendship. Some yellow and orange gerberas too, maybe.” He was clearly mumbling to himself by then, plucking different flowers from around the shop and fitting them between each other. His skill was visible immediately, the bouquet effortlessly beautiful as he crafted it without a second thought.

By the time he was done, you were in awe. He sent you a sheepish smile as he led you back to the front counter, setting the flowers down as he moved behind the cash register.

“Thank you so much,” you said, pulling out your wallet as he told you the price. It seemed unusually low, compared to the price tags plastered across the store. You brushed it off, assuming a sale was happening or something.

“You’re really good at this,” you mentioned, as you picked up the bouquet, careful not to mess up all his work. “I wouldn’t have expected that.” You said the words before you could catch yourself, eyes widening as you looked up at Wonwoo.

His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

You internally cursed yourself. There was no going back now. “I um, I’m used to seeing you on Twitch.”

You waited for the awkward response that would make you feel like a creep, but Wonwoo just smiled bashfully. “Really? I’ve never had someone recognize me, besides some friends and family, of course.”

You looked at him slightly in shock. “Are you serious? I watch your streams all the time,” you admitted, feeling some heat spread to your cheeks.

“What’s your username?” he asked curiously.

You told him, expecting he would just nod, but instead his eyes widened in recognition.

“You have the D.Va icon right?”

You tried not to openly gape, but the shock was too strong. Wonwoo, your favorite streamer, remembered you?

“Y-yeah I do.”

He smiled, glad he’d recognized you correctly.

“Well, maybe I’ll see you at the next stream then?” his tone was hopeful, and you nodded almost immediately.

“Of course.”

He nodded, and his usual awkwardness when it came to saying goodbye became apparent.

“Here um, take this, on me.” He grabbed a flower from one of the baskets behind the counter, and handed it to you with a blush.

You took it, mirroring his flustered expression. “T-thank you.” You smiled shyly before picking up your bouquet and waving him goodbye with your free hand. He tilted his head in response, and you quickly left the shop before he could notice how hard you were crushing on him.

You were able to hold back your scream of excitement until you made it to your car, when you slammed your hands against the steering wheel with a squeal.

However, nothing compared to your excitement when your friend noticed the flower Wonwoo gave you, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.

“Wonwoo gave you that?” she asked, grin growing as you nodded. “Did he tell you the meaning?”

You shook your head, and her expression brightened.

“Well,” she sing-songed, “if that ranunculus means what I think it does, it seems like a certain gamer boy finds you very attractive.”

#wonwoo fluff #jeon wonwoo imagine #gamer!wonwoo #gamer!au seventeen #seventeen imagine #seventeen fluff #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo fluff #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader fluff #seventeen gamer!au #wonwoo oneshot #seventeen oneshot #jeon wonwoo oneshot #mutuals

316 notes · View notes

crossroadsimagine · 4 years

Note

🍡 hi can i get a male matchup for naruto and aot? im a girl, infj, brown hair, gray eyes, kinda tall and thin. im an introvert and i might be kind of avoidant but when i befrend someone i really have a lot of chemistry with them. im a bookworm and im painting. my goal is to have a simple happy life. id like him to be very supportive because i have confidence issues. id like to goof around with him. im also pretty good at planning so id like someone who can make a good team with me. (1)

👻 Matched with Yamato

You pique his interest pretty early on after he first meets you but really doesn’t act on it, but does kind of initiate more of a friendship with you first and won’t show much interest in you romantically. It will take him some time to develop romantic feelings for you but it’ll be within a few weeks of meeting you, and when he does realize that he does have romantic feelings for you he still won’t really show it, because he can really be nervous that you will not return his feelings.

This can make him hesitate to confess his feelings to you for a bit but eventually he will work up the courage to confess his feelings and ask you out and it will be obvious that something is on his mind because he is very flustered and awkward when he goes to ask you out. He won’t really plan anything special for when he decides to ask you out just one afternoon or evening when he can get you alone, maybe going for a walk or watching the sunset or the stars.

Once the two of you do start dating, he is very loving, supportive and considerate with you and even quite chivalrous when he’s with you, opening doors for you, pulling out chairs for you, etc. You are an introvert and can even avoid some situations or people particularly at first, but once you get to know someone and really befriend them you can build a strong relationship. He can kind of be in between introverted and extroverted but doesn’t like too much social interaction and will prefer spending time with you in private or at least less busy areas, he will not care for busy areas or crowds for dates.

You are a bookworm and enjoy painting and he really does show interest in what your interests are and what your hobbies are, he’ll like seeing what you paint and what you like to read because he does enjoy reading as well and can be interested in reading books you like just to see what you’re into. You really just want to live a simple happy life which is really what he wants as well, he is very supportive of anything you want to do whether it’s big goals or small things you want to achieve.

But he’s also supportive and comforting to you in a mental and emotional way, any time you are feeling insecure or having confidence issues he’s there for you to encourage and support you. He’ll want to help build up your self-esteem and self-confidence any time he can which can make him praise you and compliment you when he can but not in a fake way, he’s genuine about it and will compliment you for looking nice or how smart you are at times and more.

You can be jealous but that’s okay because so care he, you both want the other to be attentive and really show that you love each other. Which he is very attentive to you and can even seem needy or clingy at times but tries to hide it, he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s smothering you or is overbearing. He can be afraid of scaring you away if he’s too attentive to you, but sometimes he can’t help it and can show it more often if he knows you like the attention.

He’s not very spontaneous and will prefer to plan out dates and trips together, and you are pretty good at planning so he can leave planning some of the dates and trips up to you. He really likes taking you new places and experiencing new things with you but is also quite comfortable just staying at home with you and having relaxed and casual at home dates.

When it comes to Halloween, he is kind of neutral about it and doesn’t care to go overboard with it, he’ll really show about as much enthusiasm in it as you do. So, if you want to decorate or wear costumes even matching ones he can be on board, though he doesn’t really care to come up with a costume on his own but if you suggest something, he’ll go along with it.

He’s fine with going to Halloween parties or even throwing one and since you’d love to throw a Halloween party, he’ll be fine with it and he’ll even help you get things ready or prepare for it. He’s really only going to be as interested in the holiday as you are and that really goes for any holidays, but he’s really not going to be all that enthusiastic about it.

Over all he is very caring, affectionate and supportive, he’ll do anything for you and anything to help you or keep you safe. Once he falls in love with you he plans to be with you forever and will like planning the future with you, he’ll be there for you no matter what and will always have your back.

👻 Headcanons between you two

🎃 Likes cuddling with you but PDA can embarrass and fluster him a lot and that means he doesn’t instigate affectionate acts in public but when the two of you are alone he will be affectionate towards you, hugging you, cuddling with you, especially any time you seem sad or depressed.

🎃 Enjoys Halloween for the horror aspect of it and will like going to haunted houses, haunted mazes, escape rooms, haunted hay rides and more. However, he won’t press things like this if he knows you are uncomfortable with them or afraid of them.

🎃 Tries not to come across as too clingy or jealous but he can be both because he can be a bit insecure or worried that he’s not good enough for you or that you deserved better. So he can get jealous relatively easily if you spend a lot of time with others or he sees another guy talking with you.

🎃 He will like watching horror movies or at least somewhat scary movies with you for Halloween, or even for the week of Halloween like watching one scary movie each night. But won’t press it if you don’t want to or don’t seem interested.

#Naruto #Naruto match up #Naruto match ups #Halloween Match up #Happy Halloween #Yamato #Match up #Match ups

1 note · View note

my-imperfectmind · 2 years

Photo

♡hi friends! What book do you have on your tbr that’s out if your comfort zone? ⁣ ⁣ I think I want to escape to multiple genres this year! Im currently reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt, which is out of my comfort zone.⁣ ⁣ ♥︎ huge thanks to @wattpadbooks for gifting me the first 3 books in the With Me series by Jessica Consulo. Super excited for these! I’ve been on this romcom binge lately, these are great light reads! ⁣ ⁣ Check out the synopsis below:⁣ ⁣ Love has never been easy for Amelia Collins and Aiden Parker. They’ve faced every imaginable challenge: car wrecks, stalker attacks, evil fathers, wicked rivals, falling for each other, and finally giving in to their feelings.   So it’s no surprise that just as Aiden and Amelia begin to plan their future, a new threat emerges that could destroy everything. As Amelia once again attempts to protect those she loves, she inadvertently leaves a trail of clues behind, and her stalker is hot on her trail.  Faced with an impossible choice between love and survival, Amelia and Aiden’s devotion to each other is tested like never before. But it may be no match for a cold-blooded killer.  The thrilling finale in the With Me series is sure to take your breath away . . .⁣ ⁣ ✎1.9⁣ #hyggebookstyle #myhyggebedroom #showusyourhygge #beautifulbooks #bibliophile #bookworm #hyggehome #booksofinstagram #bookstagram #instareads #readerslife #currentlyreading #bookstack #booklovers #bookbook #bookishhygge #bookrecommendations #littlebookworm#fortheloveofbooks #readingromance #bookishmerch #romance #cozybookstagram #readingnook #readingtime #yacontemporary ⁣ (at Northern Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYhE0qcrEHF/?utm_medium=tumblr

0 notes

dylanoverseas-blog · 6 years

Text

DYLAN GRAYSON ( COLIN FORD / HE/HIM ) - is an 16 year old SOPHOMORE student at NORTHLAKE High. They sit with the JOCKS at lunch and are commonly known around school as the DIRECTOR, because they’re +INTELLIGENT and +FUN-LOVING, but also -SARCASTIC and -GUARDED.

The Basics

ϟ Hey guys, it’s Mike again, with another character!! Feel free to hit me up on Discord or IM Dylan’s account if anyone wants to thread with my new bby boi~

ϟ Dylan’s aunt was “Meredith Grayson” one of the teens that went missing back in the 90′s. His father didn’t know how to handle his sister disappearing, so he took off as soon as he graduated to join the Navy.

ϟ His parents met in California on a Navy base. His mother was a local and they fell in love hard and fast. But his mother died giving birth to him, they never even got the chance to get married.

ϟ He spent most of his life bouncing around all over the country from base to base with his father. This made him very independent and always able to get away with basically murder.

ϟ When Dylan’s father got promoted to Captain, he was going to be out at sea more than land. As much as he hated to do it, he had to send Dylan back to his hometown, to live with his uncle, his father’s only other sibling, to live there.

ϟ His uncle is pretty cool and let’s him do whatever he wants basically, as long as he’s always keeping him updated and not just going off and doing shit alone around town late at night. (That’s how his aunt disappeared)

ϟ He’s the goaltender for the lacrosse team, he’s really good at playing “goalie” and is usually seen hanging out with the other lacrosse kids since he spends a lot of time with them already.

ϟ His true passion is film making. He loves to make movies, he loves to film everything, he wants to basically be a director someday. He’s got a Youtube channel with lots of videos on it and it’s doing quite well at the moment.

ϟ Dylan does very well in school, basically straight A’s thanks to his photographic memory, helping him remember anything he needs to just to pass a test. He’s also lowkey a huge bookworm, he loves reading.

ϟ He loves a good party, loves having fun and just letting lose from everything. It’s a great escape from him. Whether he’s getting too drunk or too high for his own good, he really doesn’t care. So you can always count on him to bring a good time.

ϟ While in school, he’s very respectful to his teachers and always has a smile on his face. But towards his fellow classmates, he just doesn’t have it in him to be fake. He can be a little brat sometimes, he’s very sarcastic- it’s his defense mechanism.

ϟ He loves drama, as long as he’s not involved anyways. Scandles and tea, he’ll sip it all day long and it’s basically like watching bad reality TV for him.

ϟ Because he’s so smart as well, he can also be a huge smartass at times. Especially when he thinks you deserve it. He’s usually only giving his friends shit because he cares and everyone else shit when he think they deserve it. lol

ϟ He’s also very gay and single at the moment. He’s your typical horny teenager who just wants to have fun. And his secret is that he hooked up with somebody’s boyfriend. Any volunteers? Let me know~

The Wanted Connections

Best Friend (0/1): Bryson’s had this friend since the summer before freshmen year. They met around town while he was getting to know the town and they hit it off. They’ve been best friends ever since and he tells this person everything. (This is going to be a wanted connection!)

The “Big Brother” (0/1): An upperclass (probably Senior) from Northlake that took Dylan in when he was a freshmen and new to town. This person was also a jock that helped get Dylan to where he was now, introduced him to all the popular kids, invited him to all the parties, and they’re basically like brothers that care a lot about each other.

Lacrosse Friends: He’s on the lacrosse team and is very close with quite a few members of the team. They’re mostly all upperclassmen, but they enjoy Dylan’s company and he’s become quite close with them. He’s like a little brother to these select few teammates. (Unlimited)

Book Buddy (0/1): Bryson’s a huge book worm, he loves to read. Moby Dick is literally his favorite book ever and he reads every night until he goes to bed. This person is his friend that also is a huge book worm, they talk about literature and all the things they’ve read and probably read the same books together just so they can talk about it afterwards.

Film Geeks: Bryson needs his group of friends that like movies just as much as he does. He wants to make movies, and to do that, he needs help. Whether they’re the people helping him with the acting parts, writing the scripts, editing the footage, even a camera man! He needs this group of friends to help him make his little movies for his Youtube channel.

Party Friends (0/3): The one’s he’s always hanging out with at parties. They all have fun together, getting drunk, or high, or whatever else and just trying to have a good time. They make sure each other has a good time when it’s party time and they’re terrible influences on each other, always up to no good and usually never getting caught, either.

Friend With Benefits: Somebody in the school that Bryson usually fools around with. Could be from Northlake or Southbank, he really doesn’t care about that stuff, he’s only been here for about two years and he thinks Southbank has more fun anyways. They’re each other’s go-to’s when looking to have a ~good time.

The Secret Boy: Bryson’s secret was that he hooked up with somebody’s boyfriend. This is a really selective type of plot, but basically he “hooked up” with another guy and at the time, he had a boyfriend. Whether this guy is still with his boyfriend or maybe they’ve broken up since, it can be either or. IM me if somebody is interested in this!

#norla:intro

1 note · View note