#last time i played i could only play on the old account. and im guessing its because its the admin one

[firsthandforgery]

Before anyone gets back on that weird “Nicolas is only 14” and “if you ship Vashwood you’re a p***”

1. Wolfwood has no canon age. He is merely listed as young adult to 24-28 in both manga and anime 1998.

The 14 -16 years was a mistranslation by a fan translation and was debunked by the creator over a decade ago.

2. Before anyone comes at people for the “eyes of Michael serum makes him age faster he’s still a minor” nonsense. It makes your METABOLISM AND MUSCLE GROWTH FASTER. The corrected translation was not “I age faster” it was “ Im dying faster”

3. Here is canon evidence of other characters aging alongside Nicolas and Livio who were grown up alongside them and not apart of the Eyes of Michael

Justine: younger than both Nick and Livio as children and is a full grown woman by volume 10 showing at least 12-16 years have passed assuming she is between 16-22

Maylene: was a baby that Nicolas took care of when he was young at the orphanage. She is again grown up by volume 8 when he sees her again a young lady. She is referred to as kid by Nick but she is also pursued to be a wife by a very scummy guy. This could guess her age is probably between 16- 18 as she appears to be past puberty.

If we play devils advocate and say Nicolas was under 10 he’d still be at least 21+ years old by the start of this series.

The line where Nicolas says it’s been 4 years since he left the orphanage is also incorrect. It was 4 years since he LAST visited. The matron of the orphanage also comments how it’s been “so many years!” Since they last saw him. Now that of course is semantics on how a person views how many is so many. But I’m gonna guess more than 4.

Now the 1998 anime is it’s own Beast, it didn’t follow the manga timeline and also did not include Nicks entire backstory. Ntm what little it did was heavily altered. But the age listed on the Wikipedia for anime specifically states 24-26.

So in conclusion and using canon characters from the source manga with updated translations and tracking the years listed we can fathom Nicolas D Wolfwood was at least 20-23 at the lowest at the start of the series and by the end was 24-29 after all time skips taken into account.

So rejoice all Vashwood shippers, he’s legal. He’s scruffy. But legal. Love and Peace!

#vashwood #trigun #nicolas d wolfwood #vash the stampede #wolfwood #vash x wolfwood #it’s good to be critical of your media but let’s not start a mob on incorrect translation #that being said I’m about to post so much Vashwood

[artinandwritin]

I dont think i ever mentioned it but ever since i started applying to art colleges I've been keeping up an art wall and since i just added some new illustrations to it, i thought it would be fun to explain some things on my wall and revisit some of my old favourites!

Going from left to right, we start with some more recent illustrations (featuring, ofc, gussiri, Niv, and a recent illustration of Cato from @otwdfanfic 's fic that i liked sm i just had to print and put up somewhere). Next to Cato, I put a gift i got from my dear friend @lt-catbolt of our bois Niv and Melatron and i cant remember if this was for my birthday or for fun, all i know is that i nearly cried when she gave it to me (go follow her now btw she's awesome and shes gonna become one of the most expressive storytellers of our generation i just know it)

Underneath Cato and Niv/Mel, we've got a huge pencil drawing I did 2 years ago to get accepted into an art college. It took me so. So long. I even begged my teachers from high school to let me follow classes online so i could continue working (they said yes lmao) and my mom even had to help. Worse, it wasnt the only assignment that particular art school had given me, no, they had given me a total of 6 assignments I had to complete. They all took a lot of time and didnt all turn out great haha. I didnt get accepted into that school (it was a fine arts study so im pretty sure i wouldnt have been happy there anyways) but that just makes me all the more happy i did get accepted into the one im currently attending

Anyway ive been too lazy to take it down so now itll be there until i find the willpower to take it down

The butterfly above it is a painting i did towards autumn of 2021 for my portfolio. I'm not the best painter (decent enough but its just not for me) but im still really happy with how this turned out. It was pretty fun!

Underneath that is an inkt print made from a stencil once again featuring Cato (i have. No idea why hes on my wall twice lmao i guess hes just a great muse). People who have been with me for long enough probably still remember this cuz i was superproud of how it turned out and plastered it all over my account (and my house. My mom wanted a copy as well)

Underneath the inkt print is a poster i got while visiting the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe stage play when I was in London in autumn of 2022 (take me back London take me back take me back). The play was absolutely stunning and the way everything was staged left me (as a life long narnia enthusiast) ecstatic and super excited. One of the best plays ive ever seen even if i had one of the worst seats in the theatre <3

Next to the poster is another little gussiri drawing i printed lmao. The little goobers show up so much

Above the poster is more of gussiri!! And above that is another painting i made, this time of some mushrooms. I made this during a party i threw for my 18th birthday, we all did some painting together and i remember my lovely lovely friend @allilcat painting with watercolours so well. That memory is just etched into my brain <333

Above that is a painting i made of the night sky! I used it for my portfolio and it was really cool to paint since i, not knowing basic painting techniques, could only really throw my own imagination into it which gave a really cool result. Still really love it!

Lastly, we've got a Siri illustration made by a classmate of mine for a secret santa we did last christmas! I was so happy with it and ofc it deserved a really good spot on my wall <333

Thats been a bit about my wall, if youve made it this far thanks for listening to me rambling <333

#artinandwritin's art

[richardsphere]

Leverage Log: The Real Fake Car Job

Well with a title like that, im left wondering the syntactical ambiguity. Is this a job about a fake car that turns out to secretly be real, or was there a "fake" Fake Car Job that its being contrasted against? Guess we'll see. --- No way this show starts with mistaken identity, so im betting its Witnes Protection covering a criminal's ass like usual. --- Parker looks at this guy's track record of gettign in with the maffia as a get-out-of-jail freecard and just makes a note. --- Since when do libraries charge for wifi? --- Hardison should invest in like, a small trailer for behind lucille. Keep Lucile clean. --- Oh thats bad... the show is seeding the question of "can Nate live a normal life without these high-stakes heists all the time", which is not a good indicator of his surviving the season finale. --- So he's selling the free wifi to afford his mini-cars. (good scam, low level enough most people wont even bother, allow himself to continue his hobbies a little without getting authorities called on him. Its a good con. Small scale, practical.) This guy is good at being bad. --- So the fake car is the Mussolini's car, which is gonna turn out to be the actual car they're looking for by accident? Is that what the title is about? --- Parker sold the "doesnt know about cars but found the Musselcar in her gramps' shack" character well enough, but if she's meant to play the "doesnt actually know what cars are what" character, maybe throw in a line asking about the colour of "Phil's" Alpha Romeo --- Witness Protection Bodyguard's got a good play with the GPS Tracker on the phone. (is the serving tray a bug or is it a bomb? Who knows? At this point i dont see a reason it couldnt be both) --- So he calls his car friend, from his old life. His old life, laundering money for the Maffia. Guess who's about to be assasinated! --- Is it the Wifi Money? Couple months as a librarian, couple dozen people using the wifi a day on average... Maybe a couple other minor side-hustles round town, could really add up. Especially if he suspects Italian-Parker to be naive enough... (turns out im right, i stopped the episode the moment Hardison said he hadnt accessed any banks for the money) --- Oh God, Hardisons gonna kill this guy with the implication that this "strange artist fellow" bought his prize cars and dismantled them for art supplies. ("aquired at a government auction last year) Like i love the powerplay here, tell him I murdered your babies and if you dont stop me, This baby is next. Like this is full on Dubenich invoking Nate's Son levels of emotional manipulation. --- "are we being suspicious enough" You are buying garbagebags, Axes and shovels "dont use that rope, for future reference, you can chew right through it". Well thats ominous foreshadowing --- Oh... The bodyguard thinks Team Leverage are hitmen working for the Mark to kill HER. In her defence i could definitly see him do it, kill his handler, flee the country dig up his missing money abroad. --- "i did not sell out the Marshal Service so you could throw away all of our planning on a car". shit, she's not witness protection, SHE'S MAFFIA? Oh no she isnt maffia, she's just corrupt. (5 MIllion dollars... thats good money) --- Mobster- You called our mutual friend Charlie Corrupt Bitch- You're an idiot! Mob- Then we tracked you down cause you left your GPS tracking on CB!- Ok that one is on me. Honesty! --- So they're not even going to be taking down the maffia? (most episodes, they'd somehow end up pulling those guys down as well) But hey, the Maffia seems to genuinely respect Nate. (in their defence, they've seen the damage these guys do) --- I only knew three of the five. (car would drive him crazy, Access the accounts, Turn on babysitter. Those are the ones he knew. The car friend who got the Maffia involved are obviously the ones he didnt plan on) --- "we matter". Well, this entire episode about the looming threat of retirement ends on a sweet note. But dang if it isnt an ominous plotthread to add to the final season.

#leverage season 5 #leverage #The Real Fake Car Job

[payphonex]

Well, this is the first time I've written in almost 3 years. I'm not even sure what to say, honestly. I feel like my entire life has been taken from me. I feel like I've forgotten how to write.

Am i supposed to be angry? in love? sad?

lost?

Im lost. I dont know who I am anymore. I gave up everything for this toxic relationship. I stopped going to bars, seeing my friends. i stopped talking to anybody especially over text because everything would be read. I stopped taking phone calls unless i was home alone, which was rare. I learned to shut up, not talk about my emotions because it would be such a big fight; i wasnt paying attention to how she felt when i was upset. Even now, as im writing this i am terrified she'll see it.

She'll say something, she always does. She'll disapprove and ill be in trouble.

again.

We broke up, about 3 weeks ago. I moved to Tennessee. Im finally with my dad. Honestly, the only reason i didnt stay in town was because i finally had the courage to block my mom.

Maybe the universe was telling me it was time to go.

I finally listened.

I dont know how to feel anymore. What im supposed to feel, ya know? In some aspects i feel numb. Im alone out here, truly alone. I guess the good thing about that is i cant get hooked on cocaine again.

I crave it all the fucking time. Being sober for 2 years really doesnt matter when i still smell it laying in bed.

I guess i can thank my sobriety on my now ex, we did get sober together. I cant thank her enough for that.

You know, its weird being back on here. I feel like i could throw up just downloading the app. My old account was deleted, my ex swears it wasnt her but im sure ill never know.

I found you again, i re-read some of things you had written. I really have been looking through rose coldered glasses when it came to you. The pain of losing you in my life was so fucking real for months.

atleast until i realized you truly threw me under the bus. like i was just some freak obsessed with you. I loved you, you were my family.

we were 'inseperable'. Remember? you said that.

"I understand that it'll never be us, part of me knew that it never would be, but i decided to let you fall anyway. make me think it was wrong."

You remember that? you wrote that. I can finally let you know,

it.

was.

wrong.

Because youre so stuck in my fucking head that it is hard to breathe. People still tell me about you, I could never truly get away from you.

I cant forget those nights.

I never could wipe away the fucking smell of lavender and vanilla

Ive never been good at cleaning windows either. Im sure your finger prints are still covering the view i could have had.

You've always been such a good liar. Keeping my at your hip for a backup plan just long enough to leave me drowning again.

The last time i heard your voice was the night my ex called you. I was plastered, black out drunk. I found out my tumblr was deleted that night.

I hit her. Busted her lip because i couldnt let go of you. So she called you. Of course you didnt answer, but the next morning you called me off of a friends phone. She forced me to answer the call.

You sounded like you fucking hated me. Why?

because you lead me on? because you got caught up in the consequences of YOUR actions?

you responded to me! when i wrote about you. You always replied. always.

It was never "leave me alone" or "we need to stop this"

You played me. you fucking used me.

you.

you fucking hurt me.

and i shouldve known better. but youre angry at me? annoyed with me?

it was easy for you to drop me, wasnt it?

I liked one of your posts. im sure youre gonna block me now. i bet you didnt even read this.

im letting you go. i guess this is my goodbye. im moving on and it feels good to finally express myself again. dont worry, my tumblrs always been my own private thing, noone you know will see this, incase youre embarrassed.

[twinstarlovers]

You know this is interesting.. my friend knows I’m sick right & she knows I cut my old friend off right & like she was like I’m probably sick because I’m going through withdrawals from her & the thing is I’ve cut her off before but this is actually the end for us & my soul actually feels it so it’s like.. yeah suffering rn lol. Maybe in a few years we’ll bump into each other. Maybe not. It just makes me sad that I won’t see her baby grow up. It doesn’t feel nice to see the baby randomly grown up. I wanna be there though it all but I mean… I can’t stay friends w her for a kid. But hmmm that’s interesting. I asked my tik tok tarot cards & they are saying the same thing. Keep in mind that I never get sick like ever. I was thinking it’s cus I’m so used to the cold that I’m getting sick cus it’s hot over here like the change in temperatures is hard to adjust to. I’ve been taking medicine & it’s not working. The ones I’m taking anyways. I wonder if it’s cus as I said it’s a soul thing & medicine can’t take that away like I have to wait this out. Also I think this is a test, me being sick cus this morning my grandpa was getting buried & I didn’t go. I was thinking if I should’ve gone but I was like nah. I would only be going to make others feel good & cus I feel like I have an obligation to be there. I would be self sabotaging cus I’m sick & I know I would not feel good being there. Plus I wanted to go as a way to say goodbye but that would mean I really don’t believe he’s eternal & that he will always communicate & be there w me. He has been so I have to believe that he always will. (The Hannah Montana song is playing 🥹🧸💕. This song reminds me of you now every time it comes on 💗 SIT BACK AND SAY TO MYSELF) but yeah I feel like shit cus I’m coming across as so selfish but I shouldn’t care what everyone thinks of me cus I know I care & I know where I stand w my grandpa & I don’t gotta prove it to anyone. I told my mom to tell my grandma I’m sorry I can’t be there & she was like that she understands which is good I guess. Idk. It feels right to be there for my family. That’s something I should be there for, that’s what makes me feel like shit but it’s fine I guess. I gotta put myself first cus im sick. Not only that, if I were to go I would ruin it for everyone cus I would be complaining that I’m sick & shit so it’s best that everyone gets to say goodbye in peace & not worry about me. I feel like ima live to regret not going but no… I have to move on. Omg I kinda am getting emotional but the moon is in cancer today so. I’m just imagining him getting buried, not being able to process he’s gone, saying goodbye but no… it’s an illusion. I gotta tell myself death is just an illusion. I still can’t process he’s gone tho, maybe cus I know he’s not so my soul can’t process it. When I got to my grandmas house, I started crying cus I could feel his absence. I’m never even there but that was the energy. The energy was strong. His sister was crying when we got there too so she probably felt the energy too. It felt like…. something is just missing… something that gave the house life is gone. You felt the absence intensely. I don’t know how but I did. He loved it here in El Salvador. It’s crazy cus I think last time I came, he took a picture of his moms grave & you see his shadow & now he got buried next to her. This whole situation on how he died is just so sad & fucked up. When you & I get together I’ll tell you everything but it’s quite a story. But sorry for saying so much lol. I need my account back lmao. I’ve felt my cousins absence before when he used to live at his old house too. He’s not dead but the family shunned him which considers him dead but I started crying in that moment too cus he’s what gave the house life. Idk how or why I feel these things. Yes I’m an empath but still. It’s actually really sad cus my grandma & grandpa grew up together & then they were together till now. They are both Taurus’s lol. They had my gift out here, the light w my grandpas face & shit :,) , everyone was like they loved it… to be continued

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😌

I have been sleeping early than usual actually. I think I am just ready for the last few days to past but it feels like the week is dragging lol

Oh wow that is pretty late. I'm surprised that Emily had energy to open presents and play at that time hahaha I would have been telling her to go sleep or santa will take the presents back lol just kidding I wouldn't do that to a 2 year old.

By the way, has it snowed there yet?

That's exciting! Are you guys going to just drive to Texas or fly again?

I tried moscow mule once.. was not a big fan of it 😅 I think I only really ordered it for the little mug hahahaha 😆

Same, I think most places that I've been to that served tiramisu only uses sponge cake. Yeah, I'm planning on making that mango dessert again but with less condensed milk. I am already too sweet. Hahahaha just kidding 😂

CA does have a lot of filipino places 😭 my uncle lives there and I want to visit him next year so that he can take me to all the restaurants that have good filipino chefs. Here there's only one place I know that was open a few years ago, but I don't know if they still are after the whole covid thing 🥲 there is a lady that I found on Facebook that caters and does pick up orders for filipino food though. I ordered her food once and it was decent.

Do you guys have Indonesian snacks that you'd recommend? Since I can't find any Indonesian restaurants here, I may be able to get snacks at the small oriental store we have in Omaha.

Hm that's interesting 🤔 all your movie choices have barely any dramatic scenes. Have you always been like that, not wanting to cry because you think it shows weakness? (Sorry if that came out bad and rude, I don't mean to be rude)

I have to think about mine too because I am drawing blank for 3 movies. I can only think of one that always make me cry and that's the Phantom of the Opera - the part where they sing all I ask of you and then the ending part around where Christine kisses the phantom.

Next, name 3 movies that you could watch on repeat and never get tired of.

By the way, I made a separate account and started writing! Well I don't know if you'd consider it writing, but I posted mostly conversation stuff between r and characters (mainly Wanda).

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello corn-punn!

How r u today? Aw thats no fun u sleep earlier than usual.. just kidding.

Why u cant wait for the days to past? R u that ready for new year? 😆😁 whats ur plan for new year?

Haha yeah, i let her play but then she followed whn i said it's time to bed..thank god..hahahha.

No, it hasnt been snow or anything here..im so upset right now..🙄 it's not even that cold here.. only 66.

We r driving to t3xas.. it's only 3.5 hours.

Haha i love moscow mule. It's one of my favorite cocktails. I have a set of the copper mugs n the shakers. My husband gave me. Lol. I guess i love moscow mule that much that he gave them to me.lol. my most favorite drink is apple martini and a cocktail named buttery nipple 😅 (it's baileys and butterschotch schnaps).

Haha i used to joke like that about me being too sweet already n thats why i dont need any more sugar on anything 🤣

But i agree with u, u r a sweet person so dont put too much condensed milk,okay?

Hmm right now i cant think of any snacks.. i like Beng Beng it's like snickers but more chocolaty n less caramel. I like the superman wafers.hahah. there is this sweet tea it's called teh botol but it's in a box 😅 it's my favorite. It's very famous there.

Ah i see. Yeah sometimes facebook have some information of our country food..sometimes it can be pricey though. U can google indonesian food n if u have any questiom about it, u can ask me.

Yeah,i'm always like that. I guess it's because i try to look strong in front of my sister. U know, to be a good example for her.

My sister is more expressive than i am. I would try n pretend to be strong until i break down n even that i usually choose to be alone when i have a break down. 😅

So it will hurt my pride too if i cry just because of movies.

I love phantom of the opera.. n that All I Ask Of You is one of my favorite song from that show.

3 movies i never get tired to watch..well,since im in the mood of rebel so i will give u more than 3. 😅😆

1. The Proposal

2. White Chick

3. Any modern family episodes

4. Devils Wear Prada

5. Age Of Ultron

6. Greta

7. 13 Going 30

8. How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days

9. Hot Chicks

How bout u?

Next questions

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

[spoipage]

attempting to get maplestory to work by deleting my old and unused microsoft account that i have not used for years in the hopes that it no longer gets recognized as the admin profile so maplestory can do the shit it needs to do

#last time i played i could only play on the old account. and im guessing its because its the admin one #and since i dont use it i might as well try to delete it. and if that doesnt work i can at least try to remove it from my laptop #currentlh stuck in the 'we're updating your pc for security reasons' loop since i havent used it in years. idk why it has to do this

[ranalatus]

if its ideas youre looking for in regards to your last post i would love to see how a scenario where your favorite character sees you in action for the first time plays out. maybe youre protecting something, maybe youre just fighting, or maybe you transform because they asked, because they have heard the whispers of your ghastlyness in combat and want to see it for themselves. you, of course, always fold for your favorite disciple, your beloved little weak spot.

this can be written with whoever and however you think will fit it best, i just thought i could drop in and give a little bit more idea fodder

Oh my god.

Anon I hope you know that even if it took literal weeks for me to answer this that I absolutely love this ask thank you so much for the idea fodder

(hi yes im back this took so long im so sorry WJODJEJS BUT IM BACK WITH MONSTER READER EHE)

characters: kaeya, brief mentions of venti, jean and diluc, nonhuman/monster GN!reader

warnings: body horror, horror themes, pain, violence, kaeya calls himself a monster <3, reader does too but in a more literal sense (please tell me if I should mention anything else)

It had been a while since people who didn't follow you appeared on your travels

Of course, there would always be people who refuses to worship you, and instead had a hatred for you. It's just been a while since you've seen any of them alive

You sigh. “The price I pay for sneaking out, I guess.”

You don't know how Jean or Venti would react after finding out these treasure hoarders were ambushing you near Stormterror's lair. They'd probably freak out, order a mass hunt for all treasure hoarders in Mondstadt

“What a shrimpy god..” You hear one of them whisper while the one in front of you continues urging you to give up your goods

Who cares how Jean or Venti would react? You grin at the fools in front of you. It had been far too long since things got exciting in this world

“Oy, what's that look you got there? Confident the Darknight Hero or the Acting Grandmaster'll show up? Don't bother, we're the toughest treasure hoarders around, and no one–”

You tuned out his words, feeling the wind pick up around you. It was cold and harsh, reminiscent of the Old Mondstadt, which used to stand not too far from where you and the other treasure hoarders were having your showdown

The guy in front of you stopped at one of his subordinate's taps. “Hey, boss, uh, don't you think the wind's getting a bit rough?”

“Do, do you think it's the anemo archon?” One of them flinches, looking around them wildly. The boss of the group only scoffs

“Even if it is, we just gotta hurry up and grab what we can. Now come on,” They step towards you menacingly, however you only raise your hand

“I don't suggest touching me.”

The boss cackles. “I don't suggest you prolonging this any further.”

You raise your eyebrow, a nasty grin taking it's place on your features. “If you say so.”

The wind surrounds you in a fast pace, swirling around you and the treasure hoarders until it forms a large hurricane. This one isn't as big as you could have made it, but it's still noticeable from Mondstadt, so Jean would easily take the hint and rush over here to arrest these robbers

But not before you've had your fun

An anemo arrow, which seemingly came from the sky, pierces through our heart, spreading the element all throughout your body. You hiss at the sting it creates, before revelling in the tingling sensation all over your body

The treasure hoarders could do nothing but step back at the size you've grown. This wasn't the meek, mortal figure they were confronting. No, this–

This is a monster

Rock-like material grows from the wound where the anemo arrow shot you, quickly spreading to all your weak spots. The treasure hoarders could see you glowing a bright turquoise, the sheer light nearly blinding them until a shadow cast over them

Your wings

And they had to stare at your bright teal eyes, with no whites nor pupils, as they realized one crucial detail they didn't account for

You are the god of Teyvat

Two human-sized tornadoes form on your hands. You know this wouldn't be safe for them, considering the amount of sharp cliffs and rocks around you, but right now you really didn't give a shit

Gusts of wind blew them back as you flew, dropping the tornadoes onto them. Golden blood drops from where the anemo arrow hit you earlier, forming a puddle a ways away from the treasure hoarders being spun like ballerinas in the tornadoes

A figure stops in front of the blood, uncaring of the mashed bodies in the wind and the rest trying to run away. He looks up from the blood to the flying towering figure, the clearly inhuman form

It's supernatural, near terrifying with the way their skin has cracks near where the stone is dug into their body. The golden blood doesn't help make it a prettier sight

But strangely enough, this creature looks divine in Kaeya's eyes

A breathless sigh escapes him as shining teal eyes meets his (or at least, he felt it meet his eyes), both ignoring the sound of bones cracking amidst the raging whirlwinds

“Your excellency,” A smile etches itself on your face, almost glowing as brightly as the rest of your body. You twist your body with your wings, flying straight down towards Kaeya like a hawk hunting it's prey

Both fear and reverence fills his body before he's weightless

His feet lift off the ground as quick as lightning, hands the size of his torso carefully cradling him like he'd die in the mere hands of this creature

The road to Stormterror's lair looks so small from up in the air

“Did you enjoy your visit to the Dawn Winery?” You ask, a playful and knowing tone in your voice

He doesn't even ask how you knew. Of course you did. You're their God

A grin almost as wide as yours takes over his face, your mere presence alone washing away all the emptiness and longing he felt just by visiting the place he used to call home

“I apologize for meeting you like this,” You say, sitting him down on a cloud and somehow he stays afloat. “I had to take care of a few bunnies that bothered me.”

He says nothing, doesn't even squint away from your light. No, he leans in towards it instead, as though the glow blinding him is worth it if only to stare at your form just a little more

“..Meeting me like what?” He eventually whispers, way too out of character for him, he admits. But he feels rather vulnerable right now

You would allow him to indulge in his emotions no matter how horrible he is, wouldn't you?

You chuckle with a solemn gaze, seemingly already knowing his thoughts. “Like a monster.”

“You're no more of a monster than me.”

His signature grin shows up on his face again, albeit weakly, former feelings glinting in his eyes no longer visible. Instead, it is replaced with a sort of mischief

“Of course, this appearance would still scare most of Mondstadt,” His hands trail the blood still lightly dripping among the cracks near the stone material covering your body. “I can't ignore something ghastly when I see it.”

“I wouldn't expect you to,” You're pleasantly surprised at his response, and the notion of him acknowledging your flaws even as he recognizes you as their God. You still clearly remember how much Venti was nagging at you when you called yourself a monster before, him telling you that this form just means you're closer to Teyvat, your own creation

While that may be true, you're still a monster

“However,” The cloud lowers, moving Kaeya away from your still flying figure. He can hear the calls of the knights as well as Jean from below him, and he swears he could also feel Diluc's gaze on him a little away from the Knights of Favonius. “My dear, you are not a monster.”

Another breathless sigh escapes him, and with the light of the sun shining from behind you, casting a shadow where the sun can't see, somehow you looked more like a deity than a monster

“Remember that you are fated to be here, Kaeya.”

Kaeya can't register the names calling out to him, the stares of both amazement and envy being directed toward him, nor does he register his brother's footsteps walking away in a pattern as familiar to him as it had been when he was a child

He could only remember the words their monster of a God told him as they left

— hey,, how y'all doing,,?

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[baecvlt]

Chiaki, Kazuichi, and Nagito’s response to kissing their S/O

requested by: my irl bestie, Kira via literal iMessages lol ily b

a/n: im so happy i finally get to do these AH !

Chiaki Nanami

chiaki was very nervous ab it, yet had no major reaction when it happened.

the two of you were playing a racing game when it happened, a game she was obviously better at than you.

it was the last lap on the track. you had began gaining on her, yet she was still beating you. finally, you decided you weren’t about to lose this round. you leaned near her cheek, pecking it. she gasped and was completely distracted, allowing you to win.

when she felt your lips against her cheek, although the kiss was brief, she blushed instantly. you felt the heat from the blood rush radiating before you completely backed up and continued playing. “no fair!”, she whined. she tried to get back on track, but you had already beaten her.

she playfully smacked your arm as you celebrated your win against the ultimate gamer. you were both left smiling as she eventually accepted the results. she then followed by shaking your hand and saying,“good game”. after you thank her, she then she softly asks,“are you gonna kiss me for real now?”. you nod, slowly leaning in.

once you were close enough, she places both hands on the your face, cupping it and pulls you in to kiss you passionately. the kiss lasted for a good sixth of a minute before you both slowly pulled away. she put her hood up, hiding how red she was with her sleeve as well, making you laugh.

Kazuichi Soda

unlike chiaki, there was no hiding his anxiety when it came to kazuichi. the kiss took place on a thursday afternoon.

you were closing up after a long day of working at the shop. you two had been friends for a few years now, having gone to school together, deciding to start an auto shop. you took care of accounting and expenses, kazuichi did the fixing and tinkering. the two of you were extremely close.

he promised to give you a ride home everyday so long as he was alive. anyway, you both got in his car and normally, he would just start the car no questions asked. this time, before he put the key in the ignition, he stopped himself and asked,“Can I say something before we leave?”. You nodded, attentively listening. He sighed and said,“I’m just trying really hard not to get sentimental or anything, but I look at the shop and I see how far not only I, but we, made it. My old man was hard on me, toughening me up, but it never worked. I still don’t know how I managed to get do far, then I look at you and I’m so grateful because I probably wouldn’t be where I am today, doing what I love, without you. Ultimately, what I’m trying to say is I- thank you, S/O”.

You saw how choked up he was, his words getting to you in many ways. It filled you with joy. Before he could start crying, you put his hands on his shoulders and practically jumped up from your seat to kiss him on the lips.

He kissed back after realizing what was happening. Your smile pressed against his lips and as you pulled away, he was out of breath. “Holy shit,” he cussed.

Your face was only slightly flushed, but he had gone redder than cherries. You had wanted to kiss him for a while, thankful you went through with it.

In the spur of the moment, he just blurts out “I think I’m in love with you”. You laughed, getting pulled back in for another amd much longer kiss. His hands were on your face and when he pulled away, they still remained on the sides. With his thumb, he caressed and rubs your cheeks. Without a word, he starts the car and takes you home.

When he got to your apartments to drop you off, you said “bye” and so did he, but before you coulf enter, he stopped you. “Wait!”. You turned around and asked,“Yeah?”. He then bluntly asks,“Are you free Friday night?”. “Tomorrow?,” he nods,“Yeah”. He smiles and before going home he says,“Alright then. I guess its a date... bye, S/O”.

Nagito Komaeda

he would be dumbfounded by the kiss; speechless at first.

This would all take place in a quiet area of your school. The atmosphere was perfect for a kiss, but it wasn’t really planned.

“I’m glad you actually decided to hang out with a chump like me. If not, I’d probably be a lonely, friendless loser”

He always put himself negatively. While at first you may have seen him as how he described, after getting to know him, you realized he’s not all that bad. You always reassured him of it too

“I happen to like chumps like you” saying that made his eyes light like fire.

The urges within him were too much and on impulse, he put his hand under your jaw and faced you toward him, kissing you softly.

You were shocked at first, but slowly eased into it. You put your hands in his hair, causing his lips to part interrupting the kiss. You felt kt appropriate to pull away.

“That was... amazing,” he said, wide eyed,“It was so full of passion; it alwas beautiful”. You blushed and messed with his hair a little more.

All was pure, until he said,“Let’s do it again”. Guess what? You wanted to as well.

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[kitazura]

it’s the thought that counts, tendō satori

1.6k words of fluff; gn!reader

synopsis: tendō doesn’t understand the excitement surrounding valentine’s day until he decides to celebrate it with you.

notes: i haven’t finished the manga but i’m making timeskip content :D thank u rissie (@sugas-cookie) for beta-ing mwah <3

Tendō’s come to learn that Valentine’s day brings waves of purchases made by eager youth preparing to confess their affections, frantic lovers who’d completely forgotten about the occasion, and other last-minute shoppers looking for gifts to give their loved ones. This year is no different; the orders pile up so quickly he can barely keep up with them.

He’s not complaining—not when his bills are getting paid—he just doesn’t understand why everyone lets themselves get carried away by the Valentine rush. At the root of it all, it’s blatant commercialism, another scheme by society to run your bank account dry through obligatory benevolence, so why play into it? Well, as long as it keeps him in business, he supposes he’ll keep his critiques to himself.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little cynical?” you say when he shares his thoughts, the gentle smile on your lips showing you mean no harm. “I think the idea behind Valentine’s day is charming.”

He brushes his thumb over your cheek, humming in response. “Why’s that?”

“Isn’t it sweet when someone puts time and effort into something just for you?” you gush. Tendō watches your gaze turn dreamy as your mind wanders off into the clouds. “Like making chocolates for the person you like.”

“That’s what I do for a living, darling.”

“You like all of your customers?”

“Of course; they give me money, after all.”

You laugh, swatting his arm lightly. “I guess it’s hard to romanticize something you do as work.”

You’re not wrong. At some point, it’s expected for your job to lose its magic, no matter how passionate you are about it in the beginning. Chocolate has long lost its allure to Tendō, and now he spends day in and day out pouring it into molds and hurrying to shape it before it hardens beyond salvation. It’s become a chore for him, and even just catching a whiff of a candy bar sends his brain into the stress of work mode.

“What do you think about when you make chocolate, Satori?” you ask, interrupting his thoughts.

“What an odd question,” he remarks, clicking his tongue like a fussy mother hen. “I think about what I have to do to make it look presentable, of course. And then I count down the minutes until I come home to you.” He beams, proud of his response.

But pride turns to dismay when he catches a glint of disappointment in your eyes. His expression falls as he pulls you closer. “What’s the matter?”

You shake your head. “Nothing, nothing. Would you ever make me Valentine’s day chocolates?”

He tilts his head in surprise, then kisses your forehead. “I’d make you chocolate any day; all you have to do is ask.”

You seem to drop the matter, although he swears you sigh, “It’s not the same.”

He spends the next couple of days convincing himself he’d only imagined it, but something about your tone and attitude makes it stick in his brain. Whether you’d said it or not, there was clearly something behind your first question.

He asks you about it over dinner: “Is there a reason you want Valentine-themed chocolates in particular?”

“You’ve been thinking about that?” You laugh a little, surprised. “It’s not the Valentine theme I want; just the knowledge that you’re thinking of me on that day.”

He pesters you to elaborate—he’s always thinking of you, don’t you know that?—but you dodge his questions, leaving him in the dark once more.

Since you won’t give him any answers, he’ll just look for them on his own.

He texts Ushijima that night: “Why do you buy chocolate for the one you love?”

“Because they like it,” comes the reply. It’s simple, straightforward, but it’s not what he’s looking for.

He texts Semi the same question. The response is the length of a school essay, explaining the motivations of love in depths only a poet could reach, but it’s still not enough.

At work, your question echoes in his mind: What do you think about when you make chocolate, Satori?

What was he supposed to think about aside from the process? His customers?

He looks again at the order he’s making. It’s one he expects every year—it comes a week before Valentine’s, by a man whose wife adores chocolate covered strawberries. Tendō remembers it not only because of its consistency, but also because it’s always preceded by an order by the aforementioned wife, who asks for milk chocolate filled with raspberry créme that her husband is so fond of.

He wonders why they order the same thing at the same time every year. There’s no surprise in it, so what’s the point? Had he been in the husband’s place and you in the wife’s, he’d make sure to buy you something different every year, each present more extravagant than the last. He’d make sure that you’d always have something to look forward to in your married life.

A cheery little tune takes form beneath his breath as he pictures a life with you: silver bands around your fingers, lazy mornings on your days off, walks along the Seine.

He sweeps the excess chocolate off the molds in one clean stroke, sighing dreamily. You would buy a bigger, better apartment once you’d saved up enough, or even move to a quiet little cottage in the countryside.

His thoughts wander through the clouds as he mindlessly flits from one project to the next, forgetting to count the hours until his duty for today is through.

Lately, some of Tendō’s usual customers have been dropping by to say the same thing: there’s something different about his work these days. It’s not negative; on the contrary, actually, the quality’s spiked. But he can’t figure out what he’s been doing differently for the life of him.

It weighs on his mind from the time he clocks in to when he clocks out. He’s been using the same ingredients, the same equipment, so what was it?

His answer arrives in the form of the Chocolate Strawberry man, on the very eve of Valentine’s.

The man enthusiastically shakes Satori’s hand and thanks Him for his work, his hands warm and clammy from excitement despite the biting Parisian air.

“My wife would have liked to come along as well, but she’s preoccupied with the baby,” the man explains. “She wants you to know how much she enjoys your work, though. We look forward to it every year.”

“Then why not buy it off-season, when it’s cheaper?” Tendō asks. The man looks surprised, prompting him to continue. “With all due respect, you order the same thing every year, anyway, so why wait?”

The man laughs at the sincere look of curiosity in the chocolatier’s eyes, patting him on the shoulder, like a father to his son. “Why wait until birthdays to buy a cake? Why wait until Christmas to exchange gifts and set up the tree? It’s old advice, but it’s good: it’s always the thought that counts.” With one last pat on the back and an affectionate chuckle, the man wishes Tendō a good night—“Enjoy tomorrow with your loved ones.”

The stores are packed with the usual extremely last minute rush on Valentine’s morning, and for the first time, Tendō Satori is part of that crowd.

His arms are filled with the goodies he’d woken up early to buy: heavily discounted candies in tacky packages, a cheesy card, a bouquet, an offensively pink stuffed bear, crumpled foil balloons. (He’d made chocolates for you too; those were waiting in the fridge at home.) If it was an authentic Valentine’s experience you wanted, he decided, then it was an authentic Valentine’s experience you’d get.

He’d sent you out to pick up a cake across the city just before he’d left that morning, so the apartment is still empty when he returns. He checks his watch—only half an hour at most until you’d come back. Setting the bear on the counter, he gives it a determined grin.

“Think I can set everything up in fifteen?”

He’s just barely managed tying the balloons closed when he hears the knob on the front door jiggle as you unlock it.

“I’m home!” Your shoes thud to the floor, joined by Tendō’s footsteps as he hurries to help you with the cake. You thank him when he takes it out of your hands and leads you to the dining table while you chatter away. “Boy, did you see how many people are out there? It’s like all of Paris decided to run their errands this morning. It’s a miracle I got the cake here in one piece—what’s all this?”

Tendō grins, proudly motioning to his handiwork. The bouquet sits in the center of the table, surrounded by neatly arranged dishes of your favorite foods. The plush bear sits at the head, the card and candies tucked into its paws. Balloons reading “Happy Valentine’s” are tied to your chairs, gently swaying to and fro in greeting.

“Do you like it?” he asks. “I figured you wanted to do something for Valentine’s, but all the restaurants are booked so I had to improvise—”

You cut him off with a kiss, and another, then another. “I love it! I love you and I love”—you wave at the room—“all of this.” Another kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for thinking of me, Satori.”

He laughs as you hug him, squeezing as tight as you can. He thinks back to the strawberry man’s remark, “It’s the thought that counts.” And maybe, just a little, he’s starting to understand that there’s more to Valentine’s than business.

As you prepare the cake and gush over the bear, he pats the pocket of his jacket. The pretty little velvet box would have to wait until after lunch.

postscript: heyyy <3 i stopped writing for like three months srry LMAO but im back in business baby !! if i try hard enough and school stops kicking my ass maybe i’ll start posting twice a month ahaha ... unless?

#haikyuu fluff #tendou fluff #hq fluff #tendou satori #tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

[xbrattyprincex]

the masculine urge to fucking kill myself 🥵

Because honestly Ive reached my fucking limit. I am 👌 close to actually fucking killing myself lmfao. Im thousands of miles away from my home with the best job ive ever had and my only family; my work family.. i couldnt get a new job in the franchise here because it was just...it was bad..it was real bad.... i cant get or find a new job

I cant get unemplpyment or foodstamps because I dont have proof of residency for the state im in. But i had nowhere else to go.

My ipad was stolen so i cant draw for money or play genshin anymore, one of my biggest comforts

I cant pay for the foods i can actually eat with my eating disorder so im slowly wasting away and starving myself again because our body gags at everything i fucking eat.

I cant pay for my own medication. I lost access to all of my flightrising accounts because they thought we were one user and trading to much between us..uh..hello, 10 alters played it. So thanks for that flightrising, we lost yet another fucking comfort that was helping us to barely fucking cling on to our fucking sanity.

Cant pay for my spotify anymore and we use it as another huge comfort. Meditations to fall asleep to as its diffocult witjout them.. but now we are getting so fucking depressed that we can barely listen to music anymore...

I live in a family friemds house, with his parents. Im just a burden and a leech.

Im legally homeless, vegitating in this house. Im a lost cause with no purpose. No direction. No motivation. No way to make money. No license. No way to pay for a license, insurance, or a car. I cant go back "home" because i no longer have a house/home to come back too...

My birth certificate, hospital paperwork, and my cats vet certificates were in the case with that stolen ipad and j have no money tk replace those things...

Oh and im seperated from my cat too. Hes in georgia with our partner.

I am legit fucking ready to kill myself. I was already depressed before. I was going to commit when i was in my old house. I was at my limit. And getting kicked out of my dads house an hr before the flight i was taking to save my cat from being put in a shelter...? It literally ruined my entire life when i flew and ran across the country by myself. Five different airports..multiple states..i..im seriously at my fucking limit. I cant fucking do this anymore. Literally any of my problems could be solved with money. But i have no way to get it. I am so fucking close to just fucking killing myself from pills again. I cant fucking TAKE IT ANYMORE. Im a useless, talentless person thats literally just a waste of space. Im some massive burden lmfao. I literally dont see the point to fucking being ALIVE anymore. I just. I cant fucking do it anymore.

Id do a go fund me but the last time i tried i.. no one..no one seemed to care very much, or everyone was unable to help because of their own lives. The amount id need ..i..its jhst..its too much.

At this point im just going to end up as a statistkc. Another trans youth, a did system no less, dead by suicide.

Congratulations world.

Congrarulations to my lgbt phobic family.

You've killed another youth who could have had a brighter future if you didnt help drive them to suicide. I guess ill never know what having a real life is like. The universe never gave me a fucking break.

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[daadddysprincessss]

(REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT)

We aren’t even related

paring: Jim Mason x reader

Summary: step siblings are not blood related - Your dad had been dating Sandy Mason for over a year now, and they had both agreed to move in together(unfortunately they chose your dad’s house), Sandy had 2 kids of her own, Medina and Jim - they were twins, but 2 very different people. You could admit you did have a small crush on Jim when you saw him at school, but so did every other girl, and now that the both of you would basically be step siblings you would never have a chance now. // 3.7k words, part one

Warnings: step siblings are not blood related, harmless flirting

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Today was one of the worst days of your life, your dad’s girlfriend was moving in with her 2 kids - you either had to move your room to the basement of share with her daughter, you quickly opted out of sharing with a complete stranger. After you settled into the basement room you came upstairs and awaited the Masons arrival with your dad - he looked so happy, you couldn’t remember the last time you had seen him happy -

“Nervous?” you tilted your head and looked up at your dad

He continued to bounce his leg up and down - “a little” he smiled at you

“Don’t be, it’s gonna be amazing” you gave him a weak smile, trying to hide the annoyance in your voice - the only highlight of the day was staying home from classes, it seemed odd for someone to move in on a thursday but whatever - it kept you out of class.

The both of you had waited till 10:30 when your dad quickly jumped up when he heard the soft knock on the door - “hi Sandy” he smiled as he opened the door for her

You stood back as Sandy walked into your home - she gave you a weak smile - “Kids, come on in” she yelled

You placed your hands behind your back and fiddled with your fingers as you waited for them to walk in - you’ve seen them around the school before and never really talked to them so this was definitely going to be a big change - both Medina and Jim walked in, Medina smiled at you, and Jim didn’t even look up from his phone.

“Hey y/n” Medina smiled

“Hi Medina, Hi Jim” you said as politely as possible

“Hi” Jim’s voice was deep - he didn’t even look up from his phone

You rolled your eyes at him - Medina let out a little laugh, she noticed you roll your eyes -

Your dad walked in holding a few boxes labelled with JIMS ROOM “where should I put these”

“Whatever room I get I guess” his tone was rude

Your dad walked towards your old room placing them down

“If you want to follow me, I can show you guys your rooms” you walked towards Jim and Medina

“Yeah that would be cool” Medina smiled - she nudge Jim’s shoulder in hopes he wouldn’t be so rude but it clearly didn’t work

“Medina this is your room, im sorry its kinda small - it used to be my dads office” you turned to Medina

“It’s alright, there’s room for my bed, desk, and surfboard” Medina said with a shrug, she stepped into the room and walked towards the window. “it has a killer view - wow” she turned to look at you

“My dad said you love the ocean, so I made sure you’d get this room” you smiled at Medina - “Jim, your room is right over here” you turned to look at him

You walked towards your old room - “Jim this is you room, it uh used to be mine” your voice was monotoned

“Cool, so ill be sharing a room with you I take it” Jim raised his brow

Jim is one of the cutest guys at school, you knew you never had a chance with before - but now you really didn’t have a chance - “Uh no, my room has been moved to the basement” you said nervously

“Damn it would’ve been nice to share my room with a hottie like you” Jim smiled and walked into the room

You were a bit taken back by his confidence - a little bit of blush swept across your face from his weirdish compliment - you turned on your heels and walked back towards your dad and Sandy

“Thank you so much y/d/n” Sandy said as your dad carried in the last of the boxes - “JIM, MEDINA! Coming grab your boxes” Sandy yelled

The first thought that ran through your mind was ‘does she ever shut up’ like who yells that much for their kids

Medina was the first to come and grab her boxes, and than her surfboard. Jim came much later - as if he was preoccupied in his room - the first thing he grabbed was his surfboard(probably checking to make sure it wasn’t damaged) and than his boxes -

“The beds will be here later today - if that’s okay” your dad said nervously to Sandy

“I’m sure Jim and Medina won’t mind” she smiled

You went downstairs to your room, and flopped down onto your bed - you pulled out your phone and clicked the group chat labels ‘baddies’ - ‘well they are moved in now :/‘ you sent to the chat

‘Ooo at least you have that hottie to stare at!! ;)’ Heather texted

Heather wasn’t wrong Jim was the schools biggest eye candy, to us girls he was like a shiny new toy - of course you wanted to play with him but now that he’s technically your step-brother you can’t even touch him -

you tossed your phone aside to try and clear your mind “I can’t think of him like that anymore” you whispered to yourself - you looked up at the ceiling above you, you were directly under Jim’s room, you could hear him walking around above you - you even heard your window slide open a few times, probably testing if it will be quiet enough to sneak out (which it was). You turned your head to the side and looked at your new windows, they were big enough to get out of but a little high to reach, you quickly got out of bed and moved your nightstand under your window so you could still sneak out whenever - or so your friends/boys could sneak in without making a sound.

You laid back onto you bed - *ding* your phone buzzed on the other side of your bed *ding*

“Fuck who is it” you sat up reaching for your phone -

‘Bay party tmrw nite - u in?’ Heather texted

‘If ur cuming to the party wear something sexy - gotta impress the boys’ Amber texted

You rolled your eyes and laughed - ‘only if you were something cute with me;)’ you replied to Amber

‘Yeah i'll pick up Ambs and Vana’ you texted back to Heather - “fuck shes so annoying” you tossed your phone aside again - you turned to your side and started to doze off slightly until you heard a light knock at your door - “come in” your voice was soft

The door slowly opened “I was wondering if you wanted these back” Jim’s voice appeared from the doorway - he was holding up a lighter and incense

“Uh yeah! Thanks” you quickly walked towards him grabbing the items

“The best way to cover up the scent of pot is the smell of glass cleaner” Jim laughed - he knew exactly why you had incense

You smiled awkwardly “thanks” -

Jim pulled out a joint from his pocket - “wanna smoke up before dinner?” He smiled

Jim never talked to you - he actually labelled you a ‘snob’ for not showing up at bay boy parties often, so what was the change of heart here - “uh sure, why not?” You said softly - you flicked the lighter on and lit the incense -

The soft smell of lavender filled your room as Jim lit the joint - he inhales deeply, holding it for a moment - the smoke ghosted form his lips, he held the joint up for you. You took the joint and inhaled deeper than Jim(trying to show off) you held it in - when you parted your mouth to blow out the smallest bit of smoke came out - which made you smile.

“Wanna sit?” You tilted your head as you inhaled again

Jim nodded and took a seat on the end of your bed, you joined him on your bed, sitting with your back to your pillows - you leaned over(practically on your knees) to hand him the joint - Jim took the joint and smoked it

“I never would’ve thought a girl like you was into this sort of stuff” Jim laughed

“Into what? Smoking? Pv can be boring when there’s no parties, you have to find your own fun, you’ll quickly learn about me Jim” you smiled at him - you both were getting along, it felt slightly weird

“And what other things do you like to do for fun y/n” Jim’s voice was a bit higher as he held the smoke in

“Sometimes you can go whale watching, party at the bay, sometimes my friends and I go down to the train tracks and drink mindlessly - sometimes I go down there with guys” your eyes went wide realizing you overshared -

“Go on - im interested in what else you do at the tracks” Jim’s voice was low and raspy

You gave a weak smile as you reached over to grab the joint from Jim - you nearly fell face first onto his lap, but you quickly caught yourself before it could happen. Both of you started to laugh hard, “I’m so sorry” you took a deep inhale

“It all good babe” Jim laughed

You were a bit taken back by Jim calling you babe, like sure he probably called every girl babe but you never actually hung out with him - you took another deep inhaled before handing the joint back to Jim - you could feel your high kicking in, making you feel more relaxed. You watched Jim place the joint between his plump lips and inhale - god you wanted to kiss those lips - he parted his lips and exhaled the smoke softly, your eyes flickered up to his face - he was so fucking hot

“Y/N! JIM! Dinner is ready!” Your dad yelled from the top of the stairs - quickly getting you to focus

“Wait what time is it” you said softly as you grabbed your phone, ‘6:45’ was across the top of your screen - “we’ve been down here for almost 3 hours??” You started to laugh

Jim bit his bottom lip and looked at you “it was the best 3 hours I’ve spent here so far” he stared at you for a moment - you could feel the tension building up between you

“JIMMY! Y/N!” Sandy yelled

You both stood up together and walked towards the stairs to go up - Jim let you walk up first. When you came from behind the door the dinner table was set up with a nice dinner, there were 2 open spots next to each other - Jim and you had taken both those seats.

Dinner felt more full than normal, it wasn’t just you and your dad anymore - but it was a good feeling, you saw him laugh and smile a lot more than normal which warms your heart. After dinner you cleaned up the table with Sandy trying to get to know her more - she was a bit odd

“Thank you for dinner Sandy, it was delicious” you smiled as you load the dishwasher

“It was my pleasure - i'm glad you enjoyed it” Sandy smiled

You turned your head slightly and noticed Jim standing in the entrance of the kitchen gawking at you - you gave a playful smile and quickly stood up

“Hi” your voice was sweet

“H-hey” Jim stuttered out

“Do you need anymore help in the kitchen Sandy?” you turned your head to hide the blush sweeping across your face

“No dear, I got it from here” She smiled at you

Jim’s lips were pressed into a thin line - he parted his lips to say something but nothing came out

“Cat got your tongue” you teased - before Jim could say anything you walked towards the basement door, you went down into your room and threw yourself onto your bed - “why did I just do that” you raised your voice as you pushed your face into your pillows. Why were you being so flirty, you knew you couldn’t have him - you could feel your body tensing just thinking about him, your mouth started to water at the thought of kissing Jim’s plump lips, you could even imagine the of his ribs if he lied between my hips - your hand started to trail down your body, getting closer to the band of your leggings - *ding* you quickly removed your hand from almost entering your pants, you quickly sat up to see who messaged you -

‘Hey, I really enjoyed our smoke sesh. Maybe we can have another one soon;)’ Jim texted you

The first thought that ran through you head was ‘how did you get my number?’ -

‘Yeah, maybe tomorrow’ you texted back

‘Before the party ;)’ Jim texted back quickly

How did he know you were going? He never asked you - who told him? ‘Yeah sure, whatever works’ you texted back trying to sound cool

‘Sweet dreams ;)’ Jim texted back

You stared at your phone with a smile plastered across your face - “sweet dreams” you said softly out loud - you never texted him back that night. You laid back in your bed, you felt like you had a little school girl crush on Jim, but there was that little voice in the back of your head screaming at you ‘HE’S BASICALLY YOUR STEP BROTHER YOU CAN’T GO FOR IT’ - you closed your eyes to drown out the screaming in your head - after you closed your eyes you quickly fell asleep.

You woke up Friday morning to the smell of your dad’s world famous pancakes, you quickly jumped out of bed and threw and oversized shirt on, you ran up the stairs to see your dad humming as he was flipping some pancakes

“Good Morning sunshine” his voice was cheerful

“Good morning daddy” you smiled - you had forgotten what he looked like when he was this happy

“I made these ones special for you” your dad smiled and handed you a plate

When you took the plate you looked down to see mickey mouse shaped pancakes - “dad, you really didn’t have to” you smiled so hard your face started to hurt

“Think of it as a thank you” your dad pulled your head to his chest and kissed your forehead

You walked towards the kitchen table with your plate - you smiled at Medina who was eating her breakfast

“Morning” you spoke softly

“Morning y/n” she smiled

You placed your plate down and turned around to grab a drink - “Medina do you want anything to drink?”

“Yeah sure, I wasn’t sure where anything was” she laughed

You grabbed to fruit juices and walked back handing one to Medina, you both sat in silence, eating breakfast till Jim came out of his room - he stomped his way to the kitchen, his hair was a complete mess, dark circles under his eyes - almost like he didn’t sleep. He didn’t say a word to either of you, he grabbed a plate of food and sat next to you - he closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply -

“Morning Jim” your voice was low

He turned to look at you, giving you a weak smile along with a nod - he acted as if you meant nothing to him..

You ate your breakfast in silence, after you were done you brought your plate to the sink. You looked at the clock to see if there was enough take to shower before class - which there was -

You walked towards the bathroom(since the basement bathroom was being worked on) -you grabbed a towel and set the water temperature, you tossed the oversized shirt aside and stepped into the shower, you put a little bit of shampoo in your hand and started to massage it into your scalp -

“Holy fuck” Jim’s voice was muffled

Your eyes widen and you quickly covered your breasts - “Jim what are you doing in here, don’t you knock” your voice was full of embarrassment

“I did” Jim blurted out as his eyes trailed down your body

“Jim get out” you pointed at the door

“Or I could just join you, save water right?” He laughed - Jim walked towards the shower

“Jim no” you turned the shower off - you really did want him to join

“You know you want me to” Jim winked

There was a knock at the door - “Jim? Y/n?” Medina’s voice came from behind the door

“Sorry medina I’m almost done my shower” your voice was shaky

“Oh sorry y/n” Medina’s voice was quiet

“Okay Jim when Medina walks away your out” you covered your breasts again

“Nice ass” he smirked

The corners of your lips started to curve from the compliment(kinda compliment) Jim gave you -

“I worked hard for it” you spoke with confidence

“I bet it would look nicer with a few hand prints” Jim teased

You were a bit taken back by his boldness, you tilted your head and raised a brow - “Yeah I bet it would” you smirked

You could see a bulge build in Jim’s pants - he looked down and back at you, pink blush crept across his face from embarrassment - “Medina’s gone - sorry for the blue balls” you smirked

You could admit telling Jim to go away instead of fucking you senseless hurt a little - you gave yourself blue balls too, you quickly showered and went to your room, you got dressed and brushed your hair out.

When you walked upstairs and headed towards the door you saw Jim and Medina grabbing their bikes to ride to school - “do you guys want a ride?” You asked

“If you don’t mind” Medina squinted her eyes from the sun as she looked at you

“Yeah - please” Jim said as he walked towards your car

You unlocked the doors and Jim got in the passenger seat of y/car, Medina got in the back seat

“Thanks again y/n” she spoke softly

You smiled at her through the rearview mirror - you just wished she wasn’t so shy with you

You plugged your phone in for music and started to drive towards school - you got to school within 15 minutes which was early for you.

“Do you guys want a ride home after class too?” You asked as you parked

“Please” Medina nodded - she quickly got out of the car and walked towards her friends

“Yeah” Jim nodded

You both got out of the car at the same time walk separate ways. Jim didn’t acknowledge you at school for the rest of the day, it annoyed you how different and unflirty he was with you.

After class when the last bell rang you went to your locker as normal, and put your stuff away- you texted Medina and Jim letting them know you’d be a few minutes. When Amber and Vana walked up to their lockers(right beside yours) they wanted to know everything

“So what’s it like living with the Masons?” Vana raised a brow

“It's only been a day” you laughed

“Ugh fuck talking about that - so for tonight what are you wearing?” Amber asked

“Probably shorts and a tank, how about you guys?” You said as you put your backpack on -

“Y/n you gotta show a little - I heard Alex likes you” Vana teased

“Oh yeah right - I have eyes for someone else” you laughed

“No y/n Vana’s right, Heather heard that Alex was gonna invite you over after the party” Amber was trying to be serious

“Don’t pull my leg” you laughed

Both girls looked at you with a straight face

“I’ll see you guys tonight, you'll both be at Ambs?” You said as you turned to walk away

“Yeah - see you later!” They both said in sync

You walked quickly down the hall in hopes not to see Heather or Alex - they really annoyed you.

When you got to your car Jim and Medina we’re both patiently waiting for you - “sorry guys, my friends just wanted to talk” you quickly unlocked the doors.

The car ride home was silent again, you were thankful you had music to play though - when you got home, your dads car wasn’t in the drive away and no sign of Sandy anywhere - you went down to your room and picked out your clothes for tonight - placing them on your bed neatly.

Jim came down and knocked on your open door “you told me to knock right” he smiled

“Hi” you said coldly not caring

“Smoke?” Jim questioned as he held up a joint

“Why not” you stood up from your vanity

Jim lit the joint and inhaled, he nodded his head as he exhaled “its good” he handed you the joint

You walked towards Jim, taking the joint - your fingers brushed against his - you inhaled deeply and tilted your head back as you blew out the smoke. Jim and you sat in your room smoking - something about being with him comforted you, this joint hit you harder and faster than last time, your head went fuzzy, and your palms went calmly-

“I don’t know if I ever told you, but your so fucking hot” Jim’s voice was low - his eyes were glossy

“Wait what?” You were caught off guard-

Jim leaned towards you - his lips ghosting over yours - he placed his forehead against yours. You tilted your head up slightly - your lips meeting his - kissing gently, Jim’s lips parted slightly biting at your bottom lip. Jim’s tongue swiped against your bottom lip begging for entrance - you parted your lips, kissing Jim with an open mouth, his tongue massages against your tongue, you let out small moan into Jim’s mouth -

Jim pulled back from the kiss, a small trail of saliva trailed from your lips, his eyes were hazy as he started back at you -

#jim mason #stepbro jim #jim mason x y/n #the tribes of palos verdes #cody fern #michael langdon x reader

[shyvioletcat]

Can you maybe do something like rowan looks at Aelin with a smirk on his face and she says "don´t you dare" and then he throws her over his shoulder and maybe carry her to her/his bed or the couch?

OK... I posted the fic on the wrong prompt *facepalm* just if everyone was wondering where that notification went. I saved that prompt though, because it was a good one. Anyway... lets try this again.

SO... I stole this prompt for my Striking Matches AU because this is a very firefighter-y thing to do in my opinion.

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“I know I’ve said it a million times, but I’ll say it again,” Aelin panted, gripping the handrail tightly. “I hate these stairs.”

Rowan laughed from where we walked a few steps in front of her.

“How does a building in this day and age not have an elevator,” Aelin complained some more.

“It’s an old building I guess,” Rowan said over his shoulder.

“Well I hate it,” Aelin declared. “And I hate that you’re barely out of breath.”

“The stamina is all part of the job,” Rowan explained. “I thought we were well acquainted with the extent of my stamina by now. You should know that stairs are absolutely nothing to me.”

Aelin’s cheeks heated, and it had nothing to do with exertion. “Don’t tease, I don’t have the energy to fight back.” She paused on the landing to catch her breath. “Gods, we’re only on the fourth floor. I think you’re going to have to carry me.”

Aelin looked at her boyfriend, he was smirking at her – mischief shining in her eyes. 

“Rowan, no,” Aelin said, backing up a step. “No. Don’t you dare.”

Rowan didn’t listen, he only smirked wider and one moment Aelin was standing and the next she was being thrown over Rowan’s shoulder.

“Rowan,” she hissed. “Put me down right now.”

“No,” he replied simply. “I’m tired of your whining. This way we both win.”

“How?” Aelin asked, bracing herself so her head stopped dangling.

By this time was already halfway up the next flight of stairs. “We’ll be faster this way and I don’t have to listen to you complaining. You also get a perfect and interrupted view of my ass for a while.”

Aelin couldn’t complain about that. But his shoulder digging into her stomach, that she could complain about.

“I don’t think I’m winning right now,” Aelin grumbled as she tried to get a better position. Rowan sensed her discomfort and shifted her a little and she was suddenly much comfier on his broad shoulder. 

“Isn’t this one of your fantasies? Being carried by a fireman up to your room? I’m still in my uniform and everything.”

Aelin could hear the smile in his voice. She was silent on the matter, not wanting to admit to anything. The sound of Rowan’s rumbling chuckle was evidence that she had been very well and truly found out. 

“Can you at least make sure my ass is not hanging out?” 

“Oh, it’s not. But I would say I am most definitely still winning on that account.” Rowan finished his sentence with a firm slap to Aelin’s backside that had her gasping out his name in surprise. That sound had barely finished ringing when Rowan said. “Hello Glennis, how are you this evening.”

Aelin pressed her palms against Rowan’s lower back, praying that he was just playing around. That Rowan was not in fact talking to the very kind old lady from the level below.

“I’m very well, thank you Rowan,” Glennis replied. “What might the two of you be up to?”

Rowan let out a dramatic and resigned sigh. “This one,” he gave Aelin a jostle, “was complaining about the stairs so I thought I’d give her a hand.” 

Glennis laughed, then projected her voice a little. “Well dearie, if I can make it up the stairs, so can you.”

Aelin glanced up to see Rowan shake his head. “That’s what I’ve been telling her.”

Aelin scowled as Glennis laughed again and how Rowan was no doubt smiling. 

“I’ll let  you get back to it,” Glennis said and Aelin heard her door open and close.

Once she knew they were alone Aelin reached down and pinched Rowan on the butt, then further displayed her displeasure by jabbing him in the ribs for good measure.

“You’re going to pay for that,” Aelin said.

“I’m very much looking forward to it,” Rowan said, utterly sure of himself and the outcome of this little escapade.

They finally reached their apartment, luckily not running into any more of their neighbours. So easily, Rowan pulled out his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. Aelin expected him to put her down once they got in the doorway, but he didn’t. He carried her all the way to the bedroom and then flipped her onto the bed, the breath leaving her body with an oof. There was no time wasted and next thing she knew Rowan was crawling over her, his lips on her neck, her jaw, her lips.

He pulled back, and he was smiling when he said, “See, I didn’t break a sweat. Now we both have energy to spare.”

“Oh? For what exactly?” Aelin said, smiling coyly up at him.

Rowan’s own smile was wicked and was answer enough, but still he gave her a slow lingering kiss that mapped out exactly what he had planned. It had Aelin thanking the gods for firefighters and their stamina. 

~~~~~

That last line is awful but we can’t win them all. Hope you enjoyed this little instalment of Firefighter Friday.

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[rizlowwritessortof]

Meant To Be - Chapter 3

Dean and Jordan are each trying to escape their painful pasts. Their chance meeting and a dangerous encounter begins a relationship that may give them both a new start.

Pairing: Police Detective Dean Winchester/Jordan Taylor

Word Count: 2038

Warnings: None.

Aesthetic by @editsbymichele on Instagram; Dividers by @firefly-graphics​ 

Jordan rolled over and shut off her alarm, yawning and stretching. The last few days had been a whirlwind, but she was starting to get used to waking up in her new surroundings. Donna’s apartment was bright and sunny, pretty much like the woman herself. She had welcomed Jordan with open arms, literally, and immediately installed her in the second bedroom, down the hall from Donna’s room.

After taking a week to settle in, at Sam’s insistence, she was ready to start her new job at Winchester Law. Sam was picking her up in a couple of hours to get her acquainted with the office and do all the annoying paperwork involved, so she climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. As she got ready to step in, she remembered that her tiny sample shampoo had run out the morning before, and she sighed, grabbing a towel to wrap around herself as she headed out to look for her new roomie.

She walked into the living room as she called out,  “Hey, Donna, do you have any shampoo I could borr…” The front door swung open as she was in mid-sentence, and Dean walked in, stopping dead in his tracks as he saw her. “Oh…shit.” Jordan clutched the towel around herself a little tighter, blushing to the roots of her hair. “Dean. Hi. I’m so embarrassed right now.”

Dean, however, looked incredibly pleased with himself, a slow grin spreading across his face, his eyes full of mischief. “Don’t be embarrassed on my account. I’m good.”

“Dean Winchester!” Donna’s voice scolded as she rushed by Jordan and directly over to her partner, turning him around and shoving him to the door. “What are you doing in here?”

Dean turned his head, a confused scowl on his face as he was forced into the hall. “What?! I always come in when I pick you up… coffee...”

“Go back to the car and wait for me, I’ll bring your coffee. You can’t just walk in here now, I’m not the only one who lives here, Dean. For Pete’s sake!”

“Sorry! For fuck’s sake, stop shoving me!” He turned around to grin at Jordan again. “It was really nice to see you, Jordan,” he said with a wink as Donna slammed the door closed in his face. They could hear his laughter as he headed down the hall, and in spite of her embarrassment, Jordan couldn’t smother a little smile.

“That man! I’m so sorry,” Donna apologized. “He has always just let himself in and got his coffee here, but I’m always up, dressed and ready to go before he gets here and it’s just a habit. I didn’t even think about it.”

Jordan shook her head. “Not your fault, I shouldn’t be wandering around in a towel. I just forgot my little bottle of shampoo ran out yesterday. Can I borrow some until I can get to the store?”

“Oh, honey, help yourself to anything you need from my shower! When I get home tonight, we’ll make a run to the store, get you stocked up.” She put a hand on Jordan’s shoulder. “I’m really sorry – are you okay?”

Jordan smiled, her cheeks still flushed pink. “I’m fine. I’ll just probably never hear the end of this.”

Donna nodded, her dimples showing, a sparkle in her eyes. “Oh, yeah, count on it. He’ll never let this one go. Well, I’d better get going. I’ll see you tonight.”

Dean shoved his desk drawer closed a little harder than necessary, and his partner shot him a look, shaking her head. “What? I hate desk duty.”

“Oh, I know. Which is why you have such a pile of paperwork there. Why don’t you just settle in and do it, get caught up while we’re stuck in here.”

He glared at Donna, then at the pile of papers on the corner of his desk. “Hate paperwork,” he muttered under his breath as he grabbed a handful of unfinished reports and opened his laptop.

“Just think how good it’ll feel to get all of that work finished and out of your hair.” Donna smiled, unfazed by the baleful look Dean shot her way.

“Leave it to me to get Miss Mary Sunshine as my partner,” he grumbled, and Donna’s smile grew wider.

“You’re welcome,” she grinned back at him, then went to work on her own stack.

Jordan jumped as a knock echoed through the apartment, rushing to the door and peering through the peephole. “Sam! Oh, Sam, you didn’t have to come up here and get me! I thought you’d just text me or something.”

Sam smiled, his dimples winking as he stepped inside. “I thought I could at least come up the first time I picked you up. Didn’t want to just sit outside and blow the horn.” Jordan laughed, grabbing her jacket from the couch.

“Ok, I guess I’m ready. I wasn’t sure how to dress...” She had debated for an hour, finally putting on a pair of dress slacks and a blouse, and she looked up at Sam for his approval.

“You could honestly wear whatever you want, I usually wear jeans. Whatever makes you comfortable, it doesn’t matter to me. In fact, a lot of the time you can probably just work from home if you want, after we get the office organized again. It’s kind of a disaster right now, sorry.”

“We’ll get it all sorted out, no worries. Once you fill me in on your filing system and how you want things done, I’ll get it taken care of.” She smiled up at him, ever amazed at how tall the man was. “Well, boss, we’re losing daylight.”

“Great. I hired a slave driver,” he teased, and they made their way out of the apartment together.

Jordan flopped onto the sofa with a satisfied smile, letting her head drop back as she let her mind wander over her day. There really was a lot of organizing to do in Sam’s office, due to his lack of help for the last few weeks, but she had made a pretty good dent. After this week, she could probably work out of the apartment most days, maybe go in one day a week to do filing and such. Sam was such an easy-going guy, he was going to be a dream to work for. And his fiance, Sarah, was so nice – she had stopped in during the day, and they hit it off right away.

Her phone rang and she grabbed it, smiling as she saw Dean’s name. “Hope that new boss of yours isn’t too much of an asshole,” he teased.

“Oh, he’s terrible! Even meaner than his brother.”

Dean laughed. “Yeah, I hear he’s a real jerk.”

“Well, nobody’s perfect,” she giggled in reply. “So what’s up, Detective Winchester?”

“Donna and I wondered if you’d be interested in going out for a couple of beers, maybe some pub food? Then we can stop off at the store so you can pick up what you need.”

“That sounds great – what time?”

“We’ll be there in about – 45 or so? If you can be ready by then.”

“No problem, I’ll be waiting, just give me a yell and I’ll come down.”

“Awesome. See you later.”

She sighed happily as she laid her phone back down, letting her eyes close for a moment. Dean’s face was right there, his eyes shining as he smiled at her, and she silently scolded herself. He wasn’t interested in her like that, and she needed to get a grip on her feelings before they carried her away. He was just a friend, and daydreaming about him wasn’t going to get her anywhere. “Slow your roll, Jordan,” she told herself firmly, then got up and went to her room to change.

Dean drove to Dooley’s Pub, the normal watering hole he and Donna frequented. It was a cop-friendly bar, the owner was a retired police sergeant, and he called out a greeting to them as they walked in. The three of them grabbed a table, ordered a round of beers and started chatting about their day, munching pretzels from the bowl the waitress had dropped off. “So, how was it working for my brother?” Dean asked, and Jordan smiled.

“He’s going to be an awesome boss. I think we’re gonna get along great. How was desk duty today?”

Dean rolled his eyes, and Donna laughed. “You should have heard him whining all day, you’d think they made him clean the toilets or somethin’.”

“I wasn’t that bad,” he fired back, and his partner shook her head, then looked at Jordan.

“He was like an overgrown three-year-old, Jordan. Don’t let him fool ya. He can pout with the best of ‘em.”

Jordan grinned. “Awwww… it’s only for two weeks.”

Dean huffed out a frustrated sigh. “Two weeks is gonna drive me insane.”

“Short trip,” Donna quipped, and the girls laughed again, Dean failing to completely smother the smile teasing at the corners of his mouth.

“All right, all right – just for that, I’m gonna kick your ass at darts.”

“Oooh, I’ll play the winner – or the loser. Whatever,” Jordan offered, and they moved over near the dart board.

Dean easily beat Donna, and she punched him in the shoulder as she moved back to the table. “Go get ‘im, Jordan. Somebody needs to wipe that cocky smile off his face,” she teased.

“Yeah, that’s probably not gonna happen, but… I’ll do what I can,” Jordan answered, taking the darts from Dean’s hand.

“After you,” he offered with a sweep of his hand, and Jordan stepped up, taking aim. The first dart hit the floor, and he laughed as she swore under her breath. The second barely hung on to the board, finally falling out as her third buried itself in the wall beside the dart board.

“Epic fail.” She shook her head with disgust, and Dean went to retrieve her darts.

“Okay, let’s call that practice. Here…” He reached towards her, then stopped, looking into her eyes. “Is it okay if I...”

“Yes, please, help,” she laughed. He laid his darts on the table and turned towards her, and her breath caught in her chest as he gripped her hips in his hands, turning her slightly to adjust her stance.

“Now, when you throw, you should kind of snap your wrist to give it a little more speed.” He made adjustments to her arm and her grip on the dart, and she was beginning to wonder if she’d have the presence of mind to throw the damn thing when he was finished touching her. “Okay, give it a try.”

She glanced up at him and nodded, then focused her eyes on the board. The first two landed in halfway decent spots, and the third buried itself right next to the bullseye. She cheered and turned to throw her arms around his neck in an excited hug, then backed away, blushing. “Sorry, I just never thought I’d get it!”

Donna was grinning as she watched them. “You got it, girl! A little practice and you’ll be kicking his ass!”

They played their game, Dean winning, of course, and Jordan finished the last of her beer before heading to the bathroom. “I suppose, if we’re stopping at the store, we should take off. We all have to work tomorrow. But first – the little girls’ room.” She plopped her glass back on the table and took off, and Dean sat down, finishing the Coke he had switched to since he was driving.

“So…” Donna said, a knowing smirk on her face.

“So… what?” Dean’s confused frown made her giggle.

“I saw you. You’ve got a thing for her.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Look, I was just helping her with...”

“Save it, partner. You are falling for her, and she’s definitely into you, so what the hell are you waiting for?”

Dean dropped his head and glared at her from under his frowning brow, the dimples above his mouth deepening. “Shut up.”

Donna laughed softly, complying with his request for the time being since Jordan was headed back their way. “All right, you two – let’s hit the road.”

Chapter 4

#meant to be #chapter 3 #dean fic #dean x oc #dean x jordan

[poisonedapples]

Domestic Life (Was Never Quite My Style)

Summary: Even with a baby Patton who refuses to go to sleep, Roman finds himself having the loveliest night with his family.

Warnings: The song “Dear Theodosia” and one “blink and you’ll miss it” mention of parental abandonment. It’s mostly adorable fluff

Pairings: Romantic Logince, parental Royality and Logicality

Word Count: 2,522

Taglist: @noodles-07 @didyouseerichohisawrich @look-ma-im-on-tv @somehow-i-got-an-account @depressed-stressed-virgil @queen-of-all-things-snuggly @ohlookanotherdumbfanboy @jamie-writes-things @adoratato @boopypasta @omgsomeonesomewhereonearth @beyondthestacks @changeling-ash @hold-our-destiny

Notes: Happy anniversary to the best boyfriend in all the land, @romansleftshoulderpad, who has been there through everything good, weird and awful. You’re amazing, and even though my Writing Machine broke and had me change my present idea four times, hopefully you’ll appreciate some fluff nonetheless.

(Also shoutout as always to my friend Cornybird on Ao3 for editing my stuff I owe you like five squishmallows)

Roman and Logan were always the couple that no one could have possibly guessed. Roman was wild and untamed; always aiming for the best of the best, striving to conquer the impossible and prove everyone who doubted him wrong.

There always seemed to be so little time for him. He wanted to write, sing, dance, act, create, and he refused to let trivial things get in the way of that. Even as a hopeless romantic who dreamed of marriage, it seemed like his running on pure adrenaline made it impossible for him to make friends, let alone a husband.

Logan wasn’t much better. He wasn’t very invested in the arts and had (arguably) more achievable goals, but he still couldn’t stand to not be the top of his class. He wanted to be idolized. He wanted a kid who felt as helpless as he once did to look at him and get hope for the future. He wanted respect, and he was determined to gain it.

But that led to him overworking himself. Logan had a habit of working late into the night to put efficiency over self care, to drop everything that could get in his way and absorb himself in his own goals. Yet just like Roman, self isolation led to loneliness, and his personal expectations made him deem himself unworthy of a partner and family, no matter how untrue that was.

On the outside, they looked like people who were too busy and in their heads to enjoy the little things. Logan passed up warm showers and movie nights to get his ideas out on paper, and Roman passed up coffee shops and strolls through the park to create bigger and better things. But for the longest time, on the inside they were lonely. And only one person could see that enough to break through.

No one expected them to get to this point. The point where they’d been happily together for four years, Logan’s engagement ring carefully placed in the same box that Roman had given it to him in on the bedside table. But it was real anyway, and Logan was fast asleep, while Roman’s brain was thinking about too many fantasy worlds for him to calm down enough to doze off. Instead, he ran his fingers through his fiancé’s hair and watched him sleep peacefully on his chest.

Roman could have spent his entire life in that position. Just him and Logan, his adorable love looking peaceful and happy as Roman protected him from the world. If he wouldn’t be risking waking him up, Roman would also be peppering kisses all over his face, but he took a mental note to do that in the morning instead. They were going on a date tomorrow after all, and those always ended in lots of kisses and cheesy flirts Logan would roll his eyes at. But Roman thought his faux annoyance was adorable, so he used pickup lines at least three times a week.

But that was tomorrow, and tonight was tonight. And nights were a child’s favorite time to break the peace.

Roman could hear babbling from the room across from them, as well as from the baby monitor next to the bed. Patton was already squealing “dada” a little bit, and Roman knew from experience that he was getting ready to cry for them. It broke his heart every time Patton cried, so he gently pushed Logan to the bed and kissed his hair. He didn’t squirm, so Roman shimmied off the bed and smiled at Logan one last time as the baby talk got a little louder. He knew the drill by now, so Roman grabbed his guitar before he left and went to Patton’s bedroom. Music was the fastest way to get the little guy back to sleep.

Roman opened the colorful door to his son’s nursery. Only a pale blue nightlight gave light to the room, revealing a crib with a babbling baby holding onto the rails. Patton still couldn’t walk, but he was getting pretty good at standing in place, so the day would come at any time now. 

Roman gave his baby a tired smile. “Hello, sunshine. What are you doing awake? Princes need their beauty sleep!”

“Dada, dada, dada!” Patton babbled, jumping as much as his tiny legs could using the spring of the crib’s mattress. Roman didn’t bother going to the crib and picking him up, though. He learned a long time ago that a rocking chair doesn’t make Patton tired anymore; he only squeals with excitement like it’s a baby rollercoaster. Roman experimented one night and played Wonderwall on his guitar as a joke when Patton refused to calm down, but it was the fastest the little guy had ever been lulled to sleep. Since then, Roman immediately picks up his guitar and lets Patton relax to that instead.

“What’s the request tonight, little buddy?” Roman asked as he sat in the rocking chair and strummed some of the strings. “Frère Jacques? Hey Soul Sister? Or do you want a song Dada really likes?”

“Dada!” Patton squealed.

“A Dada song? Excellent choice!” Roman leaned back in the chair and thought about what he may want to play. Logically he knew Patton only said dada because it was the only word he knew, but Roman liked to pretend his baby was the smartest boy in the entire world, even if his farts still scared him and he slapped his hands on every new surface he found. If he grew up to be anything like Logan, then Roman knew that he would have a bright future. “Now...what would I maybe want to play…”

Patton let go of the railing and let himself fall on his butt back to the mattress. He crawled over to his favorite stuffed frog and held onto the fur tightly, which Roman thought was objectively the cutest thing in this world. Though then again, everything Patton did was adorable. He was at the perfect age to steal the heart of everyone, and call Roman a lovestruck dad all you wanted, but his baby just blew his breath away.

“Hey, little froggy, how about we bring back an old favorite? Especially since me and Papa have been watching the Hamilfilm a whole lot!” Patton giggled in response, so Roman nodded his head. “Alright then, let’s see here…”

Roman placed his fingers on the neck of the guitar and strummed the first cord, testing out the tune. When he was satisfied, Roman strummed out the beginning notes of the song, and already Patton began to seem mesmerized by it.

“Dear Theodosia what to say to you? You have my eyes, you have your mother’s name. When you came into the world you cried and it broke my heart…” Patton shoved one of the eyes of his stuffed frog into his mouth, listening intently. When Patton was first born, all Roman did was sing this song to him. It seemed to fit so well given their situation. Logan always went on about how Patton had Roman’s eyes, even though Roman expected Logan to mention that it was obvious Patton would have some of his traits. He was half Roman after all, and Logan was hardly one for sentimentals anyway. But then again, becoming a dad had made him a lot softer than Roman could ever imagine.

“I’m dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style, when you smile…” Roman looked over at his baby. He had a little smile on his face, but Roman also guessed that was just the permanent position Patton’s face was in. He seemed like a happy baby almost all the time, give or take a few sick days and the time Patton saw a spider for the first time. “...You knock me out, I fall apart, and I thought I was so smart.”

Roman didn’t know if he was smart or not. His fiancé said that intelligence is more than book smarts and street smarts, and Roman had his strengths just like he had his flaws. But insecurity was a wild thing, and though Roman put on his best facade of greatness, he was only human, and humans have a strange perspective on self worth. Though no matter how intelligent he was, Roman had long accepted that Patton could break down any tough walls he or Logan put up. After all, it had been quite the sight to see Logan sob from happiness at holding his baby for the first time.

“You will come of age with our young nation...we’ll bleed and fight for you. We’ll make it right for you. If we lay a strong enough foundation...we’ll pass it onto you. We’ll give the world to you and you’ll blow us all away. Someday, someday…”

Roman strummed out the notes in between lyrics for longer than he had to, but it was okay when his audience was a baby who didn’t actually know the song. “Ready for one more part, buddy?” Patton didn’t respond (obviously), he only looked up at Roman with big eyes. “Good! I know it’s your favorite part.”

“I have to admit that it is mine as well.”

Roman’s strumming stopped in its tracks when he heard the familiar voice. He looked across the room to the door where his adorable fiancé stood, his hair messy and Roman’s stolen pajama shirt making him look considerably tinier. If Roman wasn’t so tired, he’d scoop Logan up and swing him around the room for being so adorable. “What are you doing awake, love?”

“I can hear you singing from the baby monitor that’s a few feet away from my face.” Roman’s cheeks flushed red, but Logan didn’t care. He walked over to Roman at the rocking chair and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, giving a kiss to the top of Roman’s head. “Did a certain little froggy decide to have a party past his bedtime?”

“He woke up, yeah. I’m trying to put him back to sleep.”

“Did you check his diaper?”

Roman blinked. “...I did not.”

Logan sighed, but he shook his head fondly at his forgetful fiancé. Roman always went to the more complicated solutions before thinking about the basics, but at least he was trying. If Patton had started to cry, Roman would have eventually realized to check those things anyway.

Logan picked up Patton from his crib and took a sniff of his diaper. He smelled clean, which was good, but putting a baby to sleep who simply didn’t want to rest was harder than having something specific to fix. Logan kept Patton in his arms as Roman strummed on his guitar again with a smile.

“I still have to finish my song, Logan. Care to join the late night party with us?”

Logan smiled. “It’s Alexander’s part, correct?”

“Don’t act like you don’t already know. You love this musical as much as I do.”

“Fair point. How about you sing to us, then?”

“Could you do me the honor of singing alongside me?” Roman asked.

Logan felt his face heat up. “...We’ll see.”

Roman didn’t push it anymore. He knew Logan didn’t like his singing voice, even if it was objectively the best thing Roman could ever possibly hear. But when Logan got some time to ease into the idea, he would eventually slide into it.

Roman started strumming again, and the song picked up once more. It was just that with Logan around, the energy of the room felt all the more alive. “Oh, Phillip you outshine the morning sun. My son. Look at my son!”

Patton smacked both his hands on Logan’s shoulder. Logan couldn’t help but laugh.

“Pride is not the word I’m looking for. There is so much more inside me now…”

Logan began to sing, and Roman almost stopped in his tracks with awe. “Oh, Phillip, you outshine the morning sun. My son.”

Patton looked up at his dad with the most adorable baby smile. At the sound of both his parents and his favorite guitar, Patton began kicking and bouncing in Logan’s arms. The song was meant to calm him down enough to sleep, but instead the little guy decided it was the perfect time of day of a dance party. The worst part was that neither Roman or Logan had the heart to argue with him.

Instead, they both began to sing together as Patton bounced and smacked his hands. “When you smile, I fall apart. And I thought I was so smart.”

The music changed a little bit, and Roman and Logan both knew what came next. It was a part that hit them both close to home, but they’d practiced that section way too many times to not be prepared. Roman took the part of Alexander first. “My father wasn’t around…”

Logan held a dancing Patton tighter. “My father wasn’t around.”

“I swear that I’ll be around for you. I’ll do whatever it takes…”

“I’ll make a million mistakes…”

Roman stood up from the rocking chair and strummed louder as he stood beside Logan. Both him and their son smiled as the two came back together for the song. “I’ll make the world safe and sound for you...will come of age with our young nation.”

Roman laid his head on Logan’s shoulder and Patton was merciful enough to stop slapping and put all his energy into bouncing up and down instead of smacking Roman in the face. “We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you. If we lay a strong enough foundation...we’ll pass it onto you. We’ll give the world to you, and you’ll blow us all away. Someday, someday...yeah, you’ll blow us all away. Someday, someday…”

The two parents held the last note as Roman strummed out the ending of the song. When Roman finished with that final strum, Patton still danced until the note had become too quiet to hear. Once he stopped his bouncing, Roman set his guitar down on the floor long enough to grab Patton’s hands and make him clap. “Yay, bravo, bravo! A wonderful musician and his beautiful dancer!”

Patton squealed nonsense in response as Logan moved to steal Roman’s place at the rocking chair, being careful not to rock it in case it only riled Patton up even more. “I don’t think he’s been calmed down by your song, Roman.”

“Well…” Roman grabbed his guitar again and sat on the floor in front of the rocking chair. “That just means we have to let him dance out the energy, right? Then tomorrow, we’re absolutely recording him dancing to this. I would do it now if I wasn’t tired.”

Logan chuckled. “I will try to remind you.”

“But until then…” Roman placed his fingers back on the strings and strummed the first note. “Care for another round, my love?”

The smile Logan gave off mixed with the happiness of their baby was an image Roman swore to cherish forever. “Of course, my prince.”

When Roman began to strum, their precious baby boy started to dance once more.

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[peaches-writes]

d-day

description: a graduation seven years in the making member: minho / lee know genre: fluff (?), angst, almost lovers au, college au, reader is a film student word count: 7.8k warnings: explicit language, drinking, food, suggestive note: this is so patchy n messy im so sorry anw based on one of my fave films 

d-3 until graduation

You exhale a sigh of relief at finally finishing 2 hours worth of revisions, rubbing your blurry eyes before stretching your tired arms upward. Professor Park, your thesis adviser, looks up from her own work at your action, a small smile on her lips. “Done?” 

You nod with a grin as you quickly open your laptop’s Mail browser, forwarding your final, final, final thesis to her e-mail account. “I already e-mailed it to you, Prof. Park.” 

Your thesis adviser then turns her eyes back to her laptop, clicking on some icons in her laptop screen then turning back to you, “Well, then, I guess you’re free to go, Y/N.” She then closes her laptop. “Happy graduation.” 

Fucking finally, you groan internally while externally mustering up a grateful smile as you gather your belongings and stand up from your workspace. “Thank you, Professor Park!” 

Professor Park nods with an acknowledging hum, taking a sip of her coffee. “Go celebrate with your friends this week, eat out, party, whatever. I heard that Jaehyun kid from CAL is hosting the yearly graduates-only party.” 

You giggle over your hand. Though Professor Park is one of the ‘hip’ members of the faculty, she always seems to surprise everyone by how much student gossip she knows. “I will? Thanks?” You then bid her goodbye, leaving the classroom. 

Crossing the hallway to the stairs at the leftmost end of the building, you whip out your phone from the side pocket of your backpack, scrolling through your messages and opening your chat with your best friend, Minho. 

y/n: where r u? 

y/n: just passed my thesis 

y/n: officially officially graduating!!! [sent 10:49 AM] 

You then go down the three flights of stairs to the lobby, greeting the security guards and undergraduates who greet you back with kind congratulations as you pass the entrance. Then, going down the final staircase down to the sidewalk, you cross the pedestrian lane to your department building’s parking lot, proceeding straight to your car and checking your phone once again as you start the engine. 

minho: congrats!!!

minho: dept building where else lmao 

minho: w hyunjin 

minho: not done yet [10:51 AM]

You place your phone on one of the cup holders and your backpack in the backseat before turning your entire body facing front, driving backwards as you exit the parking lot. 

You arrive at the Performing Arts Building in less than a song on the radio, parking at their parking lot and eventually finding Minho and Hyunjin in one of the mirrored practice rooms, dancing to the last verse of Chan’s new song. You greet the two through the reflection, waving hello and receiving short waves in return. 

“Congratulations, Y/N!” Hyunjin adds to his greeting, turning around and running to you with extended hands for a hug. Minho pauses the music from his laptop lying nearby, stifling his laughs at knowing very well how you would react to Hyunjin’s initiative to give you a hug. 

When Hyunjin tries hugging you, you immediately swat his hands away, as Minho accurately expected. “Gross, you’re so sweaty!” You exclaim, making Hyunjin pout and Minho finally let out the chuckle he’s been trying to hide. Averting your eyes to your best friend standing behind Hyunjin, only then do you notice him walking towards you as well. 

Minho pats your head once he’s in front of you, careful of not messing your hair. “Congrats.” He greets coolly, making you roll your eyes. 

“You could be a little more enthusiastic.” You huff. Minho passed all of his requirements two weeks earlier than you, he’s really just hanging around campus at this point because he’s too lazy to pack his things. 

“I’m giving you a hug, then.” He says and this time you don’t stop him as he gives you a side hug. 

“Favoritism.” Hyunjin coughs under his breath, making you glare at him. He then changes the topic, glancing between you and Minho when you separate. “So are you two leaving already?” 

“Are you two done?” You ask back in answer, gesturing towards him and Minho. “What are you practicing, anyway?”

Minho shrugs, gesturing over to Hyunjin. “His recital piece still. We’re done already, though.” 

You contemplate on this for a moment. Checking the time on your phone, 11:08 AM, you ask, “Can I see before we go?” 

“Hug first.” Hyunjin teases, extending his arms out again. 

“Dude, I said you’re sweaty.” 

“Then you’ll have to wait until the recital.” Hyunjin sticks his tongue out at you, feigning annoyance. “I can’t with this favoritism.” 

“Then I won’t go to your recital.” You cross your arms, smirking triumphantly at knowing the younger boy’s weakness. “And it’s not favoritism, Minho actually bothers to bring and use towels during practicing.” 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “Favoritism.”

You and Minho only chuckle. The three of you then move to the center of the room, you moving to Minho’s laptop while Minho and Hyunjin prepare to dance. 

“So if we run through this choreography,” Hyunjin suddenly interrupts you from playing the music. “Does this mean I’m exempted from having to buy you an obligatory graduation gift on Sunday?” 

You shake your head. “No, you still need to buy me something.” Before Hyunjin could retort, you press play on Minho’s laptop, making him whine in complain while getting in position. 

Chan’s voice echoes around the room as the lively song picks up pace. You place Minho’s laptop on the floor next to you, pulling your knees closer to your chest as you watch the two dance in front of you. 

Whenever they have to move closer to you, Minho would send you a wink while Hyunjin only throws you exaggerated frowns and pouts. You roll your eyes at Minho and stick your tongue out at Hyunjin, teasing the two, but you can’t help but focus more on your best friend, unconsciously becoming dazed by his fluid movements. 

Having an attractive best friend who dances really well is too hard, you sigh to yourself when Minho catches you drifting over to him again, playfully biting his lip while winking at you this time. Your face scrunches up in fake disgust against the heat rising to your neck, to think I’ve put up with this for 7 years. 

Before you can even realize it, the song finishes, Hyunjin dramatically dropping on the floor while Minho approaches you, crouching down to his laptop and closing it. You clap at the performance, thanking Hyunjin for the ‘sneak peak’ of his performance then turning to Minho, “Okay, so lunch?” 

“Are you treating?” He looks at you with pure mischief in his eyes, making you slap his arm. 

“You didn’t even treat me when you passed your requirements.” You point out with a scoff which he only takes lightheartedly with a laugh. 

From your peripheral vision, you see a tired Hyunjin lift his head and turn to the two of you. “If you guys are just going to flirt, can you do it outside? I’m taking a break and I want to take it in peace.” 

“Do you want to have lunch with us, Hyunjin?” You ask, standing up from the floor while Minho leaves your side to change his shirt in the bathroom and gather his things. 

The younger boy shakes his head, laying his head down on the floor again. “Pass, I’m having lunch with Felix later.” Passing by his limp body on the floor, he sends a smirk your way, as if he suddenly thought of something witty. “Go enjoy your date with your Minho.” 

You roll your eyes at this, kicking his knees to which he reacts with another dramatic whine. “Don’t be so fucking loud.” 

“But it’s true!” 

“He might hear.” You complain, eyes then widening at seeing Minho come out of the bathroom wearing a new shirt. “I hate you.” 

Hyunjin sees Minho as well from his peripheral vision, snickering. “Whatever, have fun at your not a date lunch, then.” 

“Oh? Hyunjin you’re not coming with us?” Minho asks, walking over to you with his backpack and laptop. Hyunjin then quickly explains his lunch plans before shooing the two of you out. “Okay, then, see you tomorrow.” 

You bid Hyunjin goodbye as well, narrowing your eyes and sending him a pointed look as well when Minho’s not looking. When Hyunjin shoos the two of you again with his hands, only then do you and Minho leave, his hand grabbing yours as you walk out. 

“You seem very mentor-y now.” You comment as the two of you walk outside the building, swaying your hands in between the two of you. “Like those alums who visit occasionally and help the undergrads or something.” 

Minho playfully rolls his eyes at you. “It’s not like we’ve officially graduated already. Just call me old and go.” 

“I didn’t say that, you did, so you do you, I guess.” You snicker before changing the topic. “Where do you want to eat, by the way?”

"There’s a cafe across the street.” He points out for you. “Apparently, it’s new.” 

And so, the two of you settle for the cafe across the Performing Arts building, miraculously finding an empty table by the window. Minho sits closely next to you on the cushioned seats while sipping on his Americano, extremely touchy now that it’s only the two of you. You rearrange your schedule on your phone in an attempt to ignore the way your heart beats just a little bit faster at Minho’s shoulder brushing against yours while he tilts his head to your side, peering over your phone. 

“Can’t you really come with me and Chan tonight?” You ask him with a frown after looking over your schedule. He looks up at you from this, his face mere inches from yours and making you lean back instinctively. “It’s D-3 to graduation so it’s free food and drinks from the auntie who owns the grill tonight.”  

He bites on his straw, leaning away from you as he answers with a frown. “I can’t cancel helping Felix tonight since he’s only free after 4 PM.” At that, the food then arrives. The two of you thank the waiter before Minho continues, “Can’t you two reschedule to tomorrow night?”

The two of you then busy yourself with sorting through your meals with Minho trying to take your plates to his side and you swatting his hand in response. While doing this, you answer his question, “We’re picking up your suit tomorrow, that’s too much work for me already.” 

“What about the day after?” 

“That’s the pre-grad party.” 

“Well, you’ll be drinking with 1 less drinking buddy tonight, then.” Minho concludes with a pout. “We’re running through Felix’s entire choreo later.” 

You boo him while mixing your pesto which he returns with a glare. “It’s our last drinking party as students and you can’t even come.” 

“It’s not like we don’t have the summer.” He points out. “And the rest of our lives? Hello? We’re not going to be college students this summer anymore?” 

“Minho, you’re leaving for Japan in a month, Chan goes home to Australia after Hyunjin and Felix’s recital, and I start working in 2 weeks.” You correct him. “Come on, I need my two best friends! It’s been a whole semester since we last drank together.” You glance over at him as you eat your pesto, finding him chewing on his chicken slowly in thought. 

When he feels your gaze burning through his skull as the two of you eat, he looks up at you and sighs. “Fine, I’ll try catching up later.” 

You grin triumphantly. “As long as you get there by 9 PM.” You take another forkful of your pesto, feeling lighter now that you get to drink with your two best friends as college students one last time before graduating. “I’ll order you your favorites.”

“You better reserve me at least 3 bottles of peach soju...and all the good samgyeopsal!” 

“You know I got you.” 

- 

You meet up with Chan at your favorite grill later that night, receiving various congratulations from the staff who’ve kept you mentally sane with their samgyeopsal and generous supply of soju in your 4 years as college students as the two of you find your favorite table and order your usual. The auntie who owns the grill, Mrs. Yang, asks about Minho when she spotted you and Chan and you quickly explain to her that he might arrive late since he’s helping Felix with his own recital piece. 

“You know, since it’s just us for now,” Chan says while pouring himself a drink an hour and a half into your two-person drinking party. “It kinda looks like we’re on a disastrous date and that you’ll escape through the bathroom anytime now unlike when we’re complete and we actually look like struggling college students.” 

You drink straight from your bottle of grape soju, giggling while pointing out, “Chan, you just indirectly called yourself a shitty date.” 

“I did? I meant to say we look awkward but whatever.” He then eats another lettuce wrap, chewing quickly to continue the conversation. “When is Minho coming anyway?” 

You check your the time on your own despite your blurring vision, 9:10 PM. “I told him to get here by 9 when we ate lunch but knowing him, he’ll probably struggle booking an Uber again.” You then put your phone back down on the table, careful of the small spills you and Chan made from toasting a while back. “I swear, he relies too much on me driving him around.” 

Chan nods in acknowledgement, drinking another shot of soju. “So we have a little bit of 30 minutes,” He then takes out his phone from his pocket, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You mutter a quick ‘gross’ at him but he continues speaking anyway. “Just enough time to play a round of Magic 8 Spotify.” 

You groan, covering your face with your hand in a mix of embarrassment and disappointment in Chan. “Bang Chan, I swear to God, stop making ‘Magic 8 Spotify’ happen.” 

Chan only sticks his tongue out at you, not even bothering to spare you a glance as he looks through his playlist while drinking. “It’s my drinking game, stop attacking its name.” He deadpans even though you’ve been telling him the same comment for 4 years now. “Now, think of a question and it better be interesting.”  

You contemplate on this for a moment, deciding to humor Chan since you’re starting to run out of things to talk about. “For my question...since this is our last college drinking party, how about the same question from 4 years ago?” 

"Seriously? Lame.” Chan comments but scrolls through his playlist with his eyes closed anyway. You scoff, leaning on the table in anticipation. 

-

4 years ago

“Okay,” A tipsy Chan sitting right across from you takes out his phone from his jean pocket, opening to his Spotify account. It’s your first drinking party and the birthday celebrant, Minho, sleeps right next to you, having passed out after his 8th bottle. “Y/N, you ask a question then we let my playlist answer.” 

“What?” You scoff over your shot glass of soju. “That sounds stupid.” 

The older boy only rolls his eyes, uncharacteristically sassy when he’s drunk. “Just roll with it and ask a question, it’s getting boring with just you and me drinking quietly.” 

“Okay, fine, fine!” You pause for a moment, contemplating on a question while holding your shot glass to your forehead. While contemplating, your eyes naturally turn to Minho with his face hidden in his crossed arms on the table. “Will I...will we—hik! Sorry—will I ever get the courage to confess to my best friend Lee Minho before graduation?” 

Chan almost spat his soju at you in surprise, luckily managing to hold himself back from doing so at realizing that he’s holding his phone. “Okay? I’ll shuffle now.”

“You’re judging me.” Simultaneously, you narrow your eyes at him skeptically with a huff, leaning back against the uncomfortable metal chairs of the restaurant.  

“I’m not!” Chan defends himself while scrolling through his Spotify playlist with his eyes closed. You think that he’s taking too long and that he should’ve just pressed the shuffle button. “It’s...a bit surprising, sure, but it’s kinda expected too, I guess.”

Fools by Troye Sivan then begins playing from Chan’s phone, making the two of you laugh in response. 

“What the fuck?” You comment in disbelief. “I hate you.”

“Hate the playlist not the owner.” He holds his hands up in the air briefly with a chuckle. Putting them down, he then leans to the table. “So, the birthday boy, huh?”  

You nod through your drink. Since Chan hasn’t known you and Minho for that long at the time, he then asks, “How long now?” 

“Only three years.” Internally, you wonder why you’re spilling your heart out to someone you’ve just met this semester as you speak. Chan seems trustworthy, though, so your drunken self continues anyway. “But we’ve been best friends for four years now.” 

“So why do you have to ask if you get to confess? It’s not like you’re not close or something—just do it if you want.”

“Yes, but, you have to know, Chan, that Minho’s the most difficult person.” You state matter-of-factly with a few stumbles in your words now, the alcohol kicking in. “Sometimes, he can be really affectionate, possessive at times even, but then when there’s a lot of people around, he’s so distant...like a walking pile of mixed signals!” 

Chan nods along. When he doesn’t speak, you continue. “And then there’s also the ‘I don’t want to risk our friendship’ bullshit, of course.” You shrug. “Minho’s too much of a keeper as a best friend for me...which is another problem because I don’t know if I’m just overthinking my feelings for him as a best friend or if they’re already enough to consider a crush.” 

“So you’ll just hold this crush in forever?” Chan chuckles lightheartedly, no malice anywhere in his tone. 

At this, you contemplate once again. It takes you a whole minute to answer, “Of course not. I want to fall in love and get reciprocated too, you know, whether it’s him or not.” You then take another shot. “It’s just that, I’m too preoccupied with him at the moment to think of someone else.”

“Until when then?” At this, you send him a questioning look so he continues, “Until when are you holding onto this crush. Realistically, you can’t be in an unsure crush forever.” 

“Until graduation?” You raise an eyebrow, as if asking for Chan’s approval. “A lot can happen then. If future me doesn’t gather the balls to confess until graduation rites then I’ll just give it up altogether. It’d be too long by then, anyway.”

“Wow, such assurance to graduate on time.” Chan jokes to lighten the situation, making you reach over to him and smack him on the shoulder. 

-

This time, Letting Go by Day6 plays, inciting the same reactions from you and Chan at hearing the lyrics. “I’m telling you, this game is very accurate when it’s my playlist.” Chan comments as you let the song play on at a reasonable volume. He puts his phone down, pouring you soju this time. “It’s been 4 years and future Y/N is now present Y/N who still hasn’t confessed yet.”

“What if I plan to within the remaining 2 days?” You challenge, only to receive a disagreeing shake of the head from Chan.

“Psh, you can’t even say no to him asking you to drive him somewhere even when you’re really busy.” 

You groan. You hate it when Chan’s right. 

“So,” Chan continues. “It’s 3 days to graduation. Will you just let it pass by then drop your crush on Minho after graduation or what? What’s the plan?”

You shrug reluctantly, chewing on your lettuce wrap miserably. “I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve been thinking about that thing from 4 years ago the entire time." You look down on your fidgety hands under the table, suddenly finding them interesting. “I mean, a lot has happened but I still feel so unsure...like I don’t know if he feels the same or even entertains the idea of trying with me...”

“We’re going our separate ways after graduation too.” You continue. “Whether something good or bad comes out of confessing or keeping my feelings, can I keep up with him being in Japan? And there’s work too...I don’t know.” 

“Then, don’t think too much about it.” Chan shrugs nonchalantly. “Confess in your own time if you want or keep it to yourself until it goes away even after graduation, it’s alright either way. Maybe you’re just thinking too much into that deadline you made when you were drunk.”

“But don’t you think this crush has been long overdue?” You finally speak out the thought that has been bothering you since it was brought up. “It’s been 7 years. Do you think that’s too long already?”  

“You tell me.” Chan concludes just as you finally reach the dormitory building. “I can’t judge your feelings, they’re yours, after all.”

You think of something else to say but before you can continue the conversation, the seat next to you is pulled back and when you look to your left, Minho greets you and Chan with a tired smile. “What did I miss?” He pats your head again, just like when you met this afternoon, before taking a seat. 

Chan gives you a look before turning to Minho, waving his phone. “We’re playing Magic 8 Spotify. Ask a question, Minho.”

Minho unknowingly mimics your reaction to the name as he takes an unopened bottle of peach soju in his hands. “Chan, the game seriously needs a better name.” 

“You know, you two are my greatest haters.” Chan narrows his eyes at the two of you. “But since I’m nice and this drinking party’s free, I’m letting it slide.” 

Minho chuckles. “So, it’s my turn now, right?” He pauses for a moment, as if thinking of a question. “How about...will we peacefully graduate on Sunday? Humor me, ‘Magic 8 Spotify,’ even though your name is weird.” 

Chan scoffs, closing his eyes and scrolling through his playlist anyway. 

You drink a glass of water this time. “Why the question? Are you expecting something on Sunday or....something?” 

You turn to Minho, receiving a casual shrug from him. “I don’t know. Those things happen though.” 

Chan snickers at this, finally choosing a random song. Sweet Disposition by the Temper Trap begins to play, making Minho chuckle in amusement. 

“Sounds ominous.” He comments, Chan nodding along as he puts his phone down, letting the music play. 

At the back of your head, you definitely think it’s like some sort of sign, even more so when you catch Chan looking at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. 

“Anyway it’s a good song,” Chan continues, raising his shot glass. “definitely deserves a toast.” 

d-2 until graduation

You wake up later than usual the next day, a migraine threatening the back of your head but not too serious enough to make you worried. Checking the time on your phone, 10:20 AM, you groan in frustration and cover your face with your blanket just as you hear your door open followed by the familiar pattern of Minho’s footsteps. 

“Rise and shine, we’re going to the tailor’s!” Your loud best friend announces his presence as he enters your room, proceeding to stand over your bed and yanking the covers off of you. 

How he’s not having a hangover worse than yours when he drank two bottles more than you, you can’t fathom. 

You groan in annoyance but sit up slowly anyway, gently shoving him out of the way as you get out of bed. “Yes, now stop being so loud, I’m gonna get a migraine because of you.” Minho steps to the sit obediently, proceeding to fold your blanket. 

You take out a striped shirt and ripped jeans from your closet, heading in the bathroom to take a quick shower. “So do we have to spend the whole day at the mall?” You ask while brushing your teeth, voice a little louder since you locked the bathroom door. 

Outside, Minho lays down on your now made bed, scrolling through his phone again. “Yeah, if you’re not busy. We can eat lunch after or something.” 

You roll your eyes. “The audacity.” You finish brushing your teeth now. “Plus, you just need my car.” 

Without even stopping from scrolling through his Instagram feed, Minho yells back, “I need you and your car, there’s a difference.” 

Your heart does a flip but your scoff in disbelief. Nevertheless, you proceed to take a shower, thinking to yourself, how the fuck do I expect myself to graduate by Sunday like this?

- 

At the tailor’s shop two hours later, you sit on the lone metal bench right outside the fitting rooms, scrolling through your Instagram. Minho busies himself on the other side of the thin wall, trying on his tailored suit inside the stall nearest to the exit where you are.

A clerk also stands right across from you, examining her nails, in case Minho, her only customer, needs help.

“Y/N?” Your best friend suddenly calls, garnering yours and the clerk’s attention. “Can you come in here?”

Your face grows red but, slyly taking a glance at the clerk, you see that she doesn’t care. Putting your phone back in your backpack, you reluctantly walk inside the fitting room hall, easily spotting Minho by his head that pops out the semi-open door.

“Why—“ Before you can even finish your sentence, however, he quickly pulls you inside once you’re at a close distance, closing the door behind you. “Ya!”

Once he’s standing right in front of you, only then do you realize that he’s wearing his a crisp white dress shirt and black trousers with a black suit jacket and a loose plain red necktie around his neck.

Though his expression is confident, you really do think he’s the most handsome in a suit. 

“What’s the problem?” You ask despite the rising heat from your neck and an idea in your head of what could be the answer.

When Minho went as your plus one to your cousin’s wedding two years ago, he wore a bow tie because he couldn’t tie his own necktie.

And as if hearing your thoughts, he does gesture to the tie around his neck. “Tie.”

So this is what he meant by he needs me a while back. You sigh in exasperation, taking a step closer to him and taking hold of the necktie. “What would you do without me after graduation, hm? What if you need to go to a black-tie event in Japan?” You scold, carefully and slowly doing the tie for him so he can try and memorize the steps. 

“I’m just going to dance in Japan, not go on red carpets.” From your peripheral vision, you see Minho tilting his head away to look at you as you fix the placement of his tie around his dress shirt’s collar, a cheeky grin on his face. “If I needed you to tie my necktie, I’d video call with you.”

“And if I’m busy with work?” You ask, challenging your now erratic heartbeat (because of the proximity) by looking up at him after. “College’s not as flexible as work, you know.”

“You’re never busy enough to ignore me—college or work.” He shrugs confidently with a small teasing smile. “You love me too much.”

You scoff, finishing his necktie with a light pat to his chest. You’re too prideful to admit that he’s right. “There.” Your eyes then trail over to his suit jacket, a hand finding their way to the textile near the necktie you just finished. “So, this is it?”

“Yup. Like it?” He leans close to you and nudges you by the shoulder before posing with his suit. 

“I seriously don’t understand why you need to tailor suits when they all look the same.” 

“I look so handsome, though.”

You roll your eyes as Minho admires himself in the mirror. Though he can be cocky, you have to admit that it’s perfectly justified, though. Fucking good genes. “You’re lucky you have the frame of a model so even plain suits look good on you.” You end up musing nonchalantly at these. “Handsome idiot.” 

“I’m a model to you now?” He chuckles almost cockily, raising an eyebrow at you. “And I’m handsome?” 

You roll your eyes. “Me being nice is your graduation gift.” You tease. “Don’t get too used to it, it’s only until Sunday.”

Minho only chuckles in amusement. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.” He then turns his gaze to the full-length mirror, examining his suit one last time before loosening his tie and taking off his jacket. “So, do you want to stay in while I change?” For emphasis, he pretends to take off his shirt in front of you. 

You smack his arm, leaving immediately in a rush while he only laughs. 

- 

After you’ve checked out Minho’s suit, the two of you end up at a nearby McDonald’s for lunch, his suit hanging on the fast food’s exposed beam decor. It’s only then at lunch do you realize that you’re both wearing matching striped shirts.

“What do you want for your graduation present, by the way?” Minho asks next to you, taking one of your fries after, clearly unbothered that you look like a bunch of straight horizontal lines whenever he leans to your side.

You slap his hand once he’s eaten the stolen fry. “We’ve been friends for 8 years and you can’t think of a graduation present? Shame.”

“Y/N, when you’re exceptional at gift-giving, it eventually gets harder to top your own ideas.” He says while chewing on his straw and sipping Cola. “Work with me here.”

You roll your eyes, swallowing a bite of your burger first before answering. “I’m okay with anything, it’s not like a yearly holiday so I don’t really have anything in mind.”

Your best friend lets out an exasperated groan. “Seriously?! Come on, don’t tease me!”

“If you’re planning to shop behind my back while we’re here, I can just look with you.” You shrug. “Then, you can get my grad gift for you on Sunday.”

“Then it won’t be a gift anymore.” He points out, stealing another one of your fries.

“It’s whatever.” You shrug. “When have we ever thought too much about those things, anyway. I actually bought you toothpaste for Japan.”

“Really?”

“Of course not, you fool.”

Minho ended up buying you charms to hang up in your car, three cats that resemble his pets and a strawberry. 

“Do you think they do custom?” He asks, looking around as the two of you head to the cashier. 

“Why?” You look up at him, the charms in your hands. “These are cute as they are.” 

“I meant so I can get you one with my face.” He clarifies laughs. 

You only roll your eyes. “I already have enough pictures of you in my car.” You retort, remembering your accumulating collection of polaroid photos in your glove compartment. 

“Oh, right. Should we frame some of those later?” He asks. When you reach the counter, he takes the charms from your hands and gives them to the cashier lady before paying. 

After a brief moment of considering the idea, you nod with a hum. “It’s about time I do something about them anyway.” 

At that, the two of you then sit longer at the mall’s parking lot later after shopping, rummaging through your glove compartment for pictures to hang on your rear view mirror. You hold half of the pile on your lap while Minho displays his half on the dashboard. 

While sorting through your photos, it fully dawns on you how long 8 years has been. It’s too fucking long, you realize as you find photos in polaroid and developed film that you never even thought would still be in your car. 

“Ignore the high school photos from 8 years ago, please.” You remind him, physically cringing. “They’re too embarrassing.”

“Like this one?” He holds up a developed photo from your high school graduation where he bought you a bouquet of sunflowers. You snatch it from his hands at seeing your braces then, cheeks flushed. “Why? You looked cute with braces.” 

You place the photo on your end of the dashboard. “I looked really weird then.” He shakes his head in disagreement but you insist, “No high school photos for my car.” 

“What about this one, then?” He holds a photo of the two of you at Lotte World from your first semester break, wearing colorful headbands and holding cotton candy to your faces. “This was, what, during our first semester break?” 

“Yeah, Jisung took that one.” You add. “Then after taking the picture, we spotted Felix and Changbin on a date of their own.” 

You continue rummaging through your own pile, eventually finding one of your favorites. “I like this one.” You show the photo to him, a badly taken photo of the two of you dancing in Itaewon on Christmas. “You were so drunk this time you were grinding on Jisung and Felix.” 

Minho reacts with a face of disapproval. “Clearly. What will your future dates say when they get in your car then see me looking like that?” 

You roll your eyes, though the question he so casually asked makes you feel iffy. So, you continue looking. “Oh, this one’s pretty.” You show him your next pick, of the two of you when you went on a summer trip to Busan. “This was at Haeundae Beach when they had a summer music festival.” 

Minho smiles, admiring the photo longer than the others. Though the quality is a bit bad since it was taken at night and the only sources of light at the beach then were the fairy lights and the bonfires, it’s a stolen photo of the two of you with Minho’s arm around you and one of your hands pinching his cheek. “If you’re going to hang this up, I get this one,” He then shows a photo of the two of you from when Minho won his first dance competition in the summer before your second year, confetti on your hair and a trophy in Minho’s hands. “the Lotte World pic, and our photo from your cousin’s wedding.”

“Are you taking them to Japan?” You ask, putting your Haeundae picture and Minho’s embarrassing drinking picture aside. You eventually find the picture from your cousin’s wedding, the one where the two of you stole the bouquet to have a pictorial at the old gazebo the reception’s venue had and ended up babysitting your nieces and nephews for the rest of the night as punishment. “If you’re taking them with you, you should take more. There’s some pictures with Chan and the others there too.” 

He nods. “I’m putting the wedding picture on my phone so when people ask me who you are, I can proudly boast that it’s my best friend and that they’re a rising filmmaker back at home.” He glances over to you, catching you smiling giddily. “Sounds good?” 

You return his gaze, holding back a sudden urge to cry. “...I’m still hanging up your drunk photo.” You stammer with a laugh, putting your hand over said picture when Minho tries to steal it from you. “It’s gold and it’s going in my car, let me have this one!” 

“Y/N!” 

You swat his hand away with your other hand, taking a photo from the dashboard, “To compensate, I’ll also put up our recent photo from Namsan so it cancels out your drunk face.” 

d-1 until graduation

The next night, you somehow end up at Jaehyun’s graduates-only party (you’re too drunk at this point to remember who drove but the car outside Jaehyun’s house is definitely not yours), drinking in the last empty guest bathroom with Chan and Minho. Jaehyun said there would be a countdown later (which you think is just too much since it’s not exactly New Year or Christmas) but it’s already 11:35 PM and the party seems to be heading in all directions but organized. 

You feel the music’s bass booming on the tiled floor even when you move to sitting on the bath tub opposite Minho who’s resting after an extensive game of beer pong against Bam Bam in the living room. Chan is the least drunk out of the three of you, sitting right next to the bath tub and munching on candies with a bottle of water. 

“Can I have some of that?” You stumble over your words tiredly as you turn to Chan, pointing to the candies scattered next to your empty liquor bottles. “What are those?” 

“Mint candies.” He passes you one before popping another in his mouth. “They’re clean, they’re from the freezer.” 

You feel Minho shift across from you, leaning over to you and asking for candies as well. Chan obliges, passing him two. “This party’s a bit...” He trails off as he sits back on his end of the bath tub again. 

Even when he doesn’t finish his sentence, you nod in agreement nevertheless. “I saw Mingyu literally hanging on a tree on the way here.” You fumble with the candy’s wrapper, only to have Minho take the candy from you and open it for you. You mumble a ‘thanks’ before eating the candy. “I’m pretty sure Yeeun and Dahyun already left too; Dahyun just sent me a goodnight message.” 

“Oh shit,” Chan curses under his breath. Suddenly, he’s standing up and fixing his ruffled clothes. “I totally forgot that I’m supposed to look for Hansol.”

“Hm? What for?” You watch Chan bid the two of you a quick goodnight before gathering his things and heading out the door. 

“Mixtape project!” He answers hurriedly before running outside, closing the door behind him and leaving you in the silence. 

Once Chan’s gone, you turn to Minho, propping your elbow on the side of the toilet and resting the side of your face to your hand. “Should we go now too?” You yawn, covering your mouth with your other hand. 

Minho checks the time on his phone. It’s 11:40 PM now. “I’m too tired to get up.” 

“Me too.” You frown, picking up your phone from the floor. When you open your phone, you immediately get a message from Chan. 

chan: 20 minutes to d-day ;)

chan: no pressure just letting u know [sent 11:41 PM]

You sigh. Now that it’s brought up again, you suddenly feel nervous, thoughts swarming in your head, mostly debating on actually confessing to Minho. It’s not like I can’t do it after this or graduation, you mentally debate, but there’s his 1 year stay in Japan...fuck what do I do?

In your mental dilemma, you steal another glance at Minho as he picks up the candies Chan left on the floor, his torso accidentally brushing against your legs when he leans on your side. The gesture makes you even more nervous and pressured at doing something. 

Now’s the perfect time, a voice in your head (ironically resembling Chan) tells you, one last surprise for the road. 

Minho definitely catches you looking before you can even brush your thoughts away, freezing in his position and looking at you with an expectant smirk. “What?” Your eyes widen at his sudden question, looking up at him as he kneels in front of you now. 

“N-Nothing.” You shake your head, leaning back on the end of the bathtub. 

But Minho doesn’t budge, opting instead to sit directly in front of you and poking the back of your phone, right on a picture of the two of you from one of your trips to the Han river placed carefully at the center of your clear case. “Who texted you?”

“Just Chan.” You close your phone, putting it back in your pocket. “He just said there’s 20 minutes until midnight.” 

“Why?” Minho prods on, his hand moving to poke your knee now. “Are you guys planning to count down with the others downstairs?”

“No...”You trail off, quickly contemplating in your head on what to say now. It’s silent for a while until you speak up again, “Actually...” 

Minho looks at you expectantly, his sleepy eyes going as wide as they can now while he leans forward to listen to you. 

You decide, fuck it, and take a deep breath. “I love you.” He blinks twice, eyes wide in surprise now, but doesn’t speak over you when your tone clearly sounded as if you wanted to say more. “I’ve loved you for 7 years now...since you broke the curfew rules and sneaked out to the convenience store with me during our junior field trip. I liked you even when you bought the wrong flowers for prom so you bought me my favorite sunflowers on graduation. 

“I loved you even when you would ditch me when you were dating that snotty girl from Accountancy...during all of our sightseeing trips around Seoul and summer trips to beaches in the south because this is our first time living on our own, riding bicycles at Han river, always driving you around Seoul because you don’t want to get your license...even when you’re so weird and flirty with any breathing human you pass by...I’ve loved you all this time..” You ramble on, slow as your mouth tries to keep up with your thoughts going at miles a second and chuckling awkwardly every now and then. “And I know it’s really random, it’s just that, on your birthday 4 years ago, when you fell asleep and it was just Chan and I bored out of our minds, we talked about it and just saying it out loud for the first time then, I wasn’t so sure if I should tell you then—and I’m still not sure now for a lot of reasons but honestly, fuck it, it’s been long overdue anyway and we’re graduating. I just want to get it out of my chest.”

You’re breathless at the end of your speech, hands fidgety as Minho’s expression softens at your words. 

Then suddenly, he’s kneeling in front of you again, leaning towards you slowly for a kiss. 

Outside the bathroom, you hear the remaining guests in the house cheer as the clock turns midnight. 

d-day

Minho pushes your knees down so your legs lay flat on the bath tub, giving him more space to move closer to you, hands settling onto your cheeks after. He kisses you gently and slowly, almost as if he’s afraid to push you after an emotional spiel, but with a surprising hint of eagerness, as if he’s been holding something back too. 

You kiss him back almost reluctantly, your hands settling on gathering his loose shirt on your fists. Your head feels light and your heartbeat is so fast but your eyes feel heavy with a stinging feeling, a bittersweet feeling pooling in your stomach. 

At that moment, you already knew the answer to the question you asked Chan the other day. When Minho tilts his head and slowly parts your lips with his tongue, you gently push him away after a moment, breathless and mumbling apologies under your breath. 

“It’s okay.” He strokes your cheek affectionately with his thumb when you turn your gaze away. “Are you okay?” 

You nod, the feeling in your stomach suddenly becoming heavier. “It’s just that...it feels too...”

Minho nods, moving to sit back in front of you again. He wears an expression you can’t read once again, making you feel even more confused and helpless in your situation.  

You run your fingers through your hair, not even realizing the way your nails have started to dig in your palms now. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, it’s okay...” He repeats. “I’m sorry too.” 

You look at him once again, the boy you’ve loved for 7 years. “Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong...”

Somehow, it just feels too late already. 

After a moment of silence with Minho looking away from you respectfully as you collect yourself, you move forward this time, wrapping your arms around his torso in a hug. Minho hugs you back instinctively, rubbing his hand up and down comfortingly on your back as he tilts his cheek to the crown of your head. 

- 

You’re lucky your graduation is in the afternoon, allowing you time to cry early in the morning when you arrived, take a well-deserved nap, and cover your tear-stained face perfectly with make-up. 

When you arrived at the venue, greeting your parents and Minho’s parents who traveled to see you as well as receiving and exchanging grad gifts with your friends, you felt a little refreshed after the events of last night. 

“So, what happened when I left you two?” Chan asks you when you meet at the lobby. He gave you a a small bouquet of roses while you give him tickets to a Day6 concert dated before he leaves for Australia. “Not that I was expecting, just curious.” 

“Well, I told him.” You answer plainly. “I’d just leave it at that, if that’s okay.” 

From behind you, Chan sees Minho coming your way. He then smiles reassuringly at you, “It’s okay. I think he wants to talk to you, though.” He then gestures behind you. 

When you turn around, you see Minho, his toga draped over one arm and a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands.

Though it’s your second time seeing him in the suit, he still looks so handsome. 

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Chan says, giving you a reassuring pat on your shoulder before heading over to your other friends. 

Minho stops right in front of you, his free hand awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck as he hands you the bouquet in his other hand. “For you.”

“You didn’t have to, you bought me something already.” You take it anyway, exchanging the bouquet with your grad gift for him. “It’s the ring you wanted to buy. They restocked when I picked them out last month.” 

Minho smiles at you gratefully, excitedly shaking the small box. “The gold one?”

You nod, remembering the small sunflower engravings that made him really like the ring at the mall. “Yeah, that one.” You confirm, putting your bouquets over your mouth as you feel heat rise up on your cheeks. 

A moment of silence passes between the two of you, Minho clearly putting a lot of thought into what he wants to say next by the way his expression scrunches up into concentration. 

“Y/N?” He calls your name after a while. You look up at him immediately in response. “We’re okay, right?” 

You nod with a hum. “We’re okay.” You lower the bouquet now, feeling as if all of your nervous feelings have been lifted off of your shoulders. “We’re graduating...I’m graduating.” 

Minho agrees to this with a nod, his smile growing into a relieved grin now. “Yeah...we’re graduating.” 

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