#no offense to maniacs and teenagers like i want everyone to have a good time doing their own thing but some of these ‘similar’ blogs make go

[andromedadoesntwrite]

Don't Kiss and Tell; Better Yet Don't Kiss at All

Okay, so this is my first time posting a fic, so have mercy on me :). Enjoy the first chapter of a little Modern day AU teenage everlark story I'm working on.

Summary: After a drunken tantrum, Katniss is left feeling unwanted and foolish. Meanwhile Peeta is left feeling confused and guilty.

sidenote: i listened to sextape by deftones while writing katniss' pov and good intent by kimbra while writing peeta's. idk might enhance reading experience :)

Chapter 1: Don’t Kiss and Tell; Better Yet, Don’t Kiss at All

Katniss 

"God, is the idea of kissing me so disgusting to you?"

I say to Peeta as he refuses to kiss me. His eyes are glassy, and I can't help but roll my eyes in response and hide the small bite of pain in my voice with a small chuckle. It's just a silly, drunken dare that everyone’s done at least once in their life. The fact that we've been friends since forever makes it, honestly, a tad insulting. It may have to do with the fact that I’ve had a few more shots than I can handle, but I find it a bit offensive that my best friend finds me repulsive and unkissable. 

"Kat, I'm not kissing you, okay?"

He says as he puts his hands on my shoulders. His strong and firm demeanor pisses me off even more. He's treating me like a child, a drunk child. I can't help but push his shoulders off and scowl. This is gonna be great for my self-esteem. But to be honest, I'm just a bit hurt that he immediately said no when Jo dared him. As he says it, I just scoff and chuckle in disbelief at how serious he's taking this whole thing, but to be fair he isn’t the one close to tears here.

"Fine, fine. I get it… Jo dare him to do something else because apparently kissing me is too far."

Trying to seem unbothered and unamused is way harder when you’re three shots into the night. So instead, I just look somewhere else to avoid his gaze. His desperately looking for mine, I assume to look into my eyes and puke as he realizes I'm not enough for him.

"Kat, listen- it's not like that."

He says in a hurried voice as the rest of the group moves on from him to the next person to dare. None of them care, they're either too high or drunk to care. The only comfort I find in it is that at least no one seems to notice how badly my eyes itch to cry. God, this is so stupid. I knew it was all just in my head.

"Hey, Peeta… I get it. No hard feelings."

I say trying to smile as I can’t believe I'm actually affected by this. He’s allowed to not want to do it; I just didn't expect him to be so utterly against it.

"No, Katniss, let me explain…"

I don't even let him finish as I get up and decide I'm just gonna head out for the night. I've had way too much to drink, and it's making me way too emotional. That must be it as I feel my head spin when I get up. That's just it, it's the night’s fault, not my unrequited crush on my bestfriend. His voice follows me as I gather my things and leave. I look at Jo and nod my head to signal I wanna leave. She's a great friend because she doesn't even question it and gets up to leave with me, scowling at Peeta. Funny how we actually became friends through him. 

"Way to go, Asshole."

Jo helps me into the passenger side of her car and sighs whenever she can’t get my seatbelt on me. I feel like a bag of bones with the urge to do nothing but cry myself to sleep. She mutters curses under her breath as she finally gets me securely seated in her car. 

"If you puke or even think about puking, you’re dead, Brainless"

She warns me in full seriousness but for a reason that gets a laugh out of me. A maniacal laugh that I then feel turns into a silent sob into the side of the passenger seat. I must be insane since I can't remember the last time I cried in front of someone—well,  someone that wasn’t Peeta. And that was a bad thought to have because now I can’t stop thinking about how badly he didn’t wanna kiss me tonight. I feel like I cry for hours as Johanna tries her best to soothe me. I don’t even bother on telling her that she doesn't need to even though I sense how hard of a time she's having at seeming caring. I instead just let myself be patted on the head by one of Jo’s hands as the other drives us home. It's only when the car stops that I manage to stop the tears rolling down my now aching face. I turn my head up and find Jo with an uncomfortable expression on her face as she tries to seem empathetic. I can’t blame her. This has never been our dynamic. This is something that Peeta does best. 

"Hey I’m sorry-"

"Its okay Jo."

I say through the snot on my upper lip and I can see her shoulders visually relax as she sighs, being freed of the awkward conversation she felt we needed to have. She already did more than enough anyways and I appreciate her. No matter how uncomfortable it might be next week in school. I get out of her car and stumble slightly as I get home. Hoping Haymitch is passed out by this hour. Fortunately he is, so I sneak to my room and fall asleep. Tired, sore and embarrassed. 

Peeta 

I think I'd rather die and go to hell than having to stand another sermon from my mom’s church youth pastor. I can’t believe mom got dad to drag Ryen and I to church hungover. It's like she knows and just wants to punish us, because when have we ever been devoted Christians? Certainly not when mom got pregnant with Oliver when she was 18 and certainly not after all the dumb shit Ryen saw me do last night. But the worst thing of all is that by sitting down in these uncomfortable chairs and being forced to silently listen to this 19 year old tell us all about temptation and carnal sins, I’m left to do nothing but think about Katniss’ insulted expression as I refused to kiss her. Her scowl turned into a soft dejected face as I said I wouldn't. It left me reeling as she left the party way earlier than what I knew she had intended. Leading me to take less than honorable decisions. My head hurts just to think about how much I drank last night. All in hope to get rid of the confusion of her expression. Why did she look so hurt? I wasn’t gonna kiss her. Not for a dare and not when she was borderline drunk. Not like that. Maybe I should've just kissed her. Maybe it would have helped prevent how offended she got and maybe she would have stayed the rest of the night. But I simply could not.

"Why do you look so depressed?"

Ryen asks me with a whisper and an elbow nudge, snapping me out of my daze. 

"I’m just hungover"

I whisper back to him, never dropping my eyes from the pastor as he goes on and on about sex before marriage or whatever the fuck he’s been rambling about for the past hour. Ryen eyes me and shoots me a look that calls out my bullshit. I ignore it, feigning sudden interest in the sermon. 

"So it has nothing to do with a certain black-haired archer?"

My eyes snap back to him with a surprised look and before I can even ask how he knows, he rolls his eyes at me and laughs.

"Your friend Finn told me that might be the reason you decided to get so wasted last night."

My cheeks are now tinted pink. He's gonna tease me about it forever, fuck. I dart my eyes to my hands to hide how embarrassed I am. Hopefully only God knows how much I’ve wanted to kiss her. Ever since I first met her on our first day of kindergarten. Ever since I heard her sing the Valley Song at our school’s choir. Ever since I offered to share my lunch with her when I saw she had none. Ever since I’ve known her my heart has undeniably beaten for her. And to know I hurt her last night is killing me. Ryen thankfully doesn’t press me for details and instead just goes back to listening to the pastor. Usually he’d tell me to move on or confess to her already but today I’m glad he doesn’t. 

The pastor or better said dropout-who-happens-to-be-the-head-pastor-Crane’s kid lets us go and we meet back with our parents at the outside of the church. My mom shoots Ryen and me a deadly look that without any words scolds us for drinking too much last night. So this was a punishment all along. We get home and I do nothing but paint my frustrations away. Debating on whether I should text her or simply wait for Monday to come and force me to talk to her. I finally decided to leave it up to fate and to just go to bed for the night. Hopefully my pillow gives me the answers I need. 

#everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #the hunger games #katniss and peeta #the hunger games fanfiction #teeneverlark #thg #tbosas #johanna mason #finnick odair #fanfic #everlark headcanons

[twinklelilstarkey]

For the Colton Imagine can it be something like proposal or with kids (he just looks adorable with children)

Kids - Colton Parayko

A/N: Of course, baby! I chose with kids because I just couldn't say no to that. Here it is.

Words: 2.7k+

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Kids (?). Just Colton melting over kids and being their favorite.

To say that your boyfriend looked cute when with kids, is an understatement. He’s just the purest and most adorable person when he’s close to a kid. His whole expression can change when his eyes land on the small young humans, and so does his smile and his tone of voice.

Colton is just a sight to see. And a great helper too.

The reason behind that is that you’re a kindergarten teacher. You, as someone that has always loved the idea of being around kids, are still young and learning in your job on how to be a great teacher and even role model to such young kids.

Right off when you started your career, before meeting Colton, you wanted kids to have the best of experiences in your classroom. You wanted to be the coolest teacher, all because you also had that when you were younger. And that came with a lot of fun activities throughout the week and a lot of decorating to do in your classroom. 

Is it tiring? Yes. But is it worth it when the kids run in every morning all excited to see you? Oh, absolutely.

Close to any festive date, you remodel your classroom with the help of your coworkers - and Colton, when he’s free - and always do a list of all the activities you want to do during the week.

Imagination is key in this job.

You met Colton a year into your job. It was a random date you had set yourself in by a dating app - something your friends had forced you to try and see what would happen.

On that date, the first minutes were a bit awkward, you felt nervous and Colton felt all anxious. You were scared that it would all just be a recipe for disaster. 

For an example, the thoughts that ran through your mind were all about: what if one of you just said something completely random or talked too much? 

Ugh, it was stressful, to say the least.

But that was until you said what you do for a living. Oh, the heart eyes he gave you.

“So, you like kids?” He had asked you.

“Of course! Ever since I was teenager and babysat my neighbor’s kid.”

You won your way to his heart right away. He made you all sorts of questions about your job and just smiled all the time you would mention your favorite moments with the kids. 

And when you asked about him, and he told all sorts of opportunities he has had with his job to hang out with kids. And you felt like you melted into a puddle. 

He would mention how many times he has infiltrated himself onto small kids’ skating-classes at the Enterprise center and how they would always let him help out. Kids are, honestly, who rule the soft spot on his heart.

All the stories the two of you had, were just what saved that date. It was what made you talk for hours and hours about one another and make you notice how much more you have in common, other than liking kids.

Both of your friend groups would just think that their ears would fall off if they heard you talk about one another one more time, during the following weeks.

Three dates in and you’re dating. Living your absolute best life.

And two years later, which is now, you’re still dating Colton. You, now, go and see him in every home game and he picks you up from work every time he’s free. He also helps you with buying stuff for your classroom - when it needs redecoration, or when you need help with getting stuff ready on big days.

“Can you pass me the scissors, babe?” Colton asks you as he stares intensely at the piece of paper.

You pass him the scissors quickly and he whispers at you a little ‘thank you’.

You’re both sitting in one of the small tables of your classroom while cutting up some drawn and painted balloons. 

Today marks a week away from your class’s last kindergarten day, so you’re getting everything ready for it to the best last few days with them.

Most of the classroom, if not the school, is decorated. You, honestly, just need to add the little details you weren’t able to finish on Friday’s afternoon, and Colton, which had a day off, decided to come in with you super early to help.

You look over at the clock on the wall and you almost let out a gasp. The first kids, the ones that always appear before time for class, are almost here.

Quickly you stand on your feet and go get the other things ready while Colton continues to cut up balloons or drawing cute faces on them.

You open the bags of candy and start putting two down by the desk of each kid, probably looking like a maniac at how quick you’re moving around. 

You dunk the rest in the bowl by your desk, and you hear, very faintly, a little giggle at the end of the hall.

Oh, here they come.

You grab onto your sheets of paper and look over your shoulder at the door of your classroom, seeing it open very slowly. A small head of dark curls appears and a group of gasps escapes the children at the door.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N!” The girl that peeked in first says with her big smile.

“Good morning!” You say back with a smile.

Colton lifts his gaze from his little balloon and he sees the small kids, all staring up at you by the door. He smiles as you let them in the class and all their eyes land on him as he comes into view.

“This is Colton, he’s just helping me out, today.” You explained to them.

Some of the shyer kids hesitated a bit when walking in the colorful room, but the extroverts just sprinted to him with their toothless smiles.

“Hi!” They all screamed at him at different timings. “I’m Jacob!” One of them screams while everyone else also begins their introductions.

Colton smiles at them and soon a wave of questions hits him.

Children, when not scared, are one of the most curious beings in the world, so they will ask anyone about anything. And that comes with a large lack of filter too. But that is not something anyone that has come close to a child doesn’t know.

Colton, to your surprise, was able to answer every single one of them without ignoring any kids. Something you, their teacher, still have some difficulty doing, today.

While most of the kids are distracted with him, you go and drift your attention towards the shyest ones. You walk over to the door and go help the ones who are hesitating to walk in, holding up your hand at them before crouching down to their level to say a little ‘good morning’.

In a matter of very few minutes, you’re able to warm them up with the idea of walking in - which, indeed, has a lot to do with the candies that are resting on their desks. 

When the small group of kids clears out your door, you notice a special girl you’ve grown to love ever since you started working here.

Her name is Addison and she is the purest, yet the shyest kid you’ve ever come to meet. She’s timid to the point of preferring to be alone all day, even in the park in recess. She has had to change classes a bunch of times due to that lack of talking and not making friends, yet she landed on yours a year ago.

Throughout this year, you have been trying your best at winning her trust. She’s a very scared little being and you can’t just leave her in the corner, especially when most of the stuff you do in class is for everyone to be involved and have a great time as a group.

There have been good days and bad days, yet her good days are able to make your heart melt. Those are the days where she’s able to do more than half of the stuff you offer her to do and with a smile. The most precious smile in the world.

“Good morning, princess Addison.” You tell her as she stands behind the doorway. “I love your dress, today!”

A small little curve appears over her lips and she starts taking small steps towards you. You smile brightly at her, still crouched to be at eye level, and she quickly is standing in front of you.

“Mommy did my hair today.” She whispers at you.

You let out an enthusiastic gasp and she smiles at you.

“Oh, well, let me see the masterpiece.”

She turns around to do a little twirl and you look to see her coily hair separated in two perfect buns, which are held by two glittery light blue elastics - Addison’s favorite color.

“Wow!” You tell her and she turns back to you.

She is smiling so brightly that you swear you’re already a puddle. She’s just this adorable human being. 

If there’s any kid that will make you emotional when leaving on the last day, it will be her. No offense to anyone else, she’s just the princess of the classroom.

Colton, who is still sitting at the table, has found himself done with all the cutting and coloring, but also with two young boys climbing his back to dangle over his shoulders.

You weren’t kidding when you said that the kids are always in a good mood right in the morning.

He laughs at something one of the boys says and he looks over to check on you. You’re talking to a little girl in a blue dress and your smile is just as wide as it can be, as well as your eyes, which just twinkle with love.

When you finally stand back on your feet and extend your hand over to the little girl, Colton notices how her expression changes. Her small eyes study the room anxiously as she walks with you, and when they land on him, even worse.

Stranger danger, Colton, come on! Of course, the kids won’t like you right off the bat.

Before Colton could stand up or say anything to announce how he’s already done with his task at you, a little voice stops him.

“Mister Colton?” A little boy says while waving his arm around, “Are you and Miss Y/N dating?”

(...)

Half an hour later and your classroom is almost full, as hell as it’s almost time for class to begin and Colton’s time to leave. You stand back to look at what you just put on the wall, just to make sure it’s centered. 

Yeah, looks good.

The usual giggles, ones you’ve grown quite accustomed to, are louder, yet only now you’re looking back to see what’s happening.

Colton is still sitting with the kids, he has two boys laying over his shoulders, which look like they’re about to do a handstand, and he’s talking to a whole other group that is sitting on the floor in front of him.

You walk over to your desk to check something on your computer before you announce the time to everyone - and end up breaking everyone’s hearts. And as soon as you take a seat on your chair, you notice that Addison has gotten up from her seat.

One of her little drawings is still sitting on her desk, but you can’t stop yourself from looking for her in the big group of children around your boyfriend. And that’s when you see her, walking towards him with a paper in her hands.

Colton continues to talk to the kids, but that’s when he notices a small figure appear beside him. He looks over and the girl from before - Addison, you already told him the name of everyone in the room - is standing right beside him.

He gives her a smile, which she gives back, just a little shyer.

A sudden weight is lifted off his shoulders - quite literally, because one of the boys became tired of hanging on his shoulder, but also because she had just smiled at him. 

So, he decides to try his best.

“What do you have there?” He asks Addison, pointing his finger at the paper on her hand, honestly, just trying to make conversation.

Why does he feel nervous?

He notices her lips moving, but he can’t hear what she said. So he leans in, turning his head to the side, so she can repeat right over his ear.

“A drawing.” She tells him, again, in a whisper.

Colton snaps his head back to her and smiles widely in excitement.

“Really?”

She nods.

“Can I see it?”

Her lips move again and Colton leans in again so she can talk on his ear.

“It’s for you.”

“For me?” Colton asks extremely excited and looks over at her.

Addison nods with a little shy smile and a little giggle escapes her mouth as he looks at her with an open mouth in shock. She, slowly, raises her hand with the paper on it and Colton, just as slowly, takes it.

(Kind of looks like this - but make it hockey)

As his eyes land on the paper, he feels his heart burst at how adorable it is. He can tell that it’s a bunch of hockey players, all of them with blue jerseys and with hockey sticks on their hands.

“Oh my god!” He whisper-yells, making the girl look at him a little worried, “It’s amazing!”

Another giggle escapes her mouth and Colton, probably getting too confident, extends his (now) free arms to ask for a hug. She looks at him a little hesitatingly, yet before he could even think twice about what he just requested, she throws herself into his arms.

Colton, like with any other kid from class that requested a hug, wraps his arms around her and pulls her into the hug. Her giggles fill the room and you smile at the sight.

It’s impressive, to say the least. It took you so long to get that little girl’s trust and with one simple morning, Colton, not only got a drawing but a hug?!

Sounds unfair to you. Even though extremely adorable.

“So, you’re a blues fan?” You hear him ask her, making you let out a laugh.

If she isn’t, he sure is going to convert her into being one.

She nods her head and decides to do the same thing as another kid is doing beside Colton - sitting over his leg. Colton, now with one kid on each leg, and still one over his shoulder, looks over at you.

His smile is just the brightest ever. He’s having the time of his life.

He looks back at Addison and shows the drawing she just did to her.

“Am I in this?” He asks her and she nods.

Her little finger points at one of the figures with blue jerseys and the only difference between him and the other guys is that he’s holding hands with someone. He eyes the other person with care, and just by the clothes that they’re wearing and from the hair.

It’s you. Holding his hand while he holds a stick with his opposite hand.

He unconsciously pouts at how cute it all is and fights his urges to stand and run to you, just to show you the amazing drawing.

You must have read his mind, because right as he thought that, you appeared beside him, also taking a seat over the carpet with everyone. It didn’t take long for some of your students to move over and sit close to you.

Colton hands you the drawing, which you carefully grab it, and he points at the pair of people in the middle of it. You smile brightly and Addison gives the two of you her biggest smile of the day.

She was proud of her drawing, but, now, more than ever.

“Ms. Y/N, can Colton stay for the rest of the day?” Someone asks in the crowd of children.

Colton laughs beside you and you smile at the boy who asked it. Before you could even open your mouth to answer him, Colton does it.

“No, but I can come back tomorrow (?)” He says, almost as if it’s a question.

He’s looking at you, and that’s when you understand that he’s asking you for permission. And as soon as the kids also notice that, a wave of screams hits your ears.

“Please!” and “Let him!” are screamed at you and you smile.

“Yeah, of course.” You tell him and he smiles.

The kids celebrate, some by jumping around, others throwing their fists in the air while screaming victoriously, and others - like Addison - just smile at the both of you.

Ugh, things can’t get better than this.

Hope you liked this! Sorry it took me a little long to post it, but I was a little stuck on one part. Really hope it was worth the wait.

#colton parayko #colton parayko imagine #colton parayko x reader #colton parayko imagines #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

[genesisrose74]

requested by @thatplanetmarz (aka my wifey): okay I finally thought of something! it's super nostalgic for me since the friend group I had kinda ended on bad terms but here we go! Also you can choose whatever fandom you want because I watched all of them minus Dr. Stone :)) So last fall me and my group of friends went to my highschool really late at night to do this thing that the kids at my school called 'manhunt'. Basically it's just a huge game of hide and seek- a ton of kids meet up in the school parking lot and the point is to make it from our highschool all the way to the nearest elementary school (which was like a 3 miles away) without getting caught by other students who were driving trying to hunt everyone down. So just imagine like 60 teenagers at like 9 at night just full on sprinting down the streets and hiding behind the apartment complexes. The adrenaline rush when a car was passing by and someone jumped out and started chasing you oh my god 🤚🏻😩. By the time me and one of my friends got to the elementary school where everyone was supposed to meet, there were a ton of cars filled with the people who got caught and I guess we all looked really suspicious?? because the ONE person who was still at the school called the police and they told us we couldn't do it again 😒

Mars this is literally the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever heard a group of stupid ass teenagers do before and I love it. Screw the buzzkill at the school for calling the police like wtf 😤but anyways, for your fandom I’m gonna go with BNHA because I think their class vibe fits this memory super well, and after a bit of debating my options I’ve decided to match you up with…

Okay but you cannot comprehend the amount of time and canonical research it took for me to decide between pairing you with Bakugo or Mina — but then I realized Bakugo would most definitely be an ass about it and go to bed super early as usual, and therefore Mina is totally your girl. She is super athletic, kicks ass, and is a huge fan of doing dumb shit for the sake of it.

Mina is one of the most fun-loving and optimistic people in her class, and while I know you don’t favor being overly bubbly yourself (ya menace /lh ily) you make the best pair together. There’s a good balance of trouble making and chill times that has everyone falling in love with you both, and I’m part of the fan club ✋ so yeah just ignore everyone’s ogling and do your shit being super cute and stuff.

Anyways, you and Mina would probably be super fucking good at the manhunt game. Literally don’t ask me why — all I know is that Ashido is naturally athletic, and also trained to be agile and efficient, and for whatever reason I just think you’d get this huge drive of competitiveness that motivates you to destroy everyone you make eye contact with. There’s a fuck ton of adrenaline in the air as your classmates try to escape the hunters, with the occasional yelp of surprise or the sound of pounding footsteps on pavement as people run themselves scarce of energy in their attempts to win. Mina would totally make jokes about it too, poking some fun as you’re both booking it from Point A to B.

“Are you keeping up or should I carry you, slowpoke?”

“What if I just threw this rock right now and we can see if anyone comes for us?”

“If we get caught I’m riding shotgun though.”

And you’re just like…ma’am???

“Mina I swear to fuck if you throw anything or give us away I’ll leave you behind so fast it’ll give you whiplash. We’d get a temporary divorce too.”

SHE FEIGNS OFFENSE SO WELL IT ALMOST MADE YOU APOLOGIZE SDFJSKSK—

I just know y’all would constantly try to mess with other players in the manhunt as they tried to reach the end point alongside you. Please for the love of everything make sure to take super blurry videos of y’all just full on SPRINTING and laughing to put on Snapchat and shit, because I guarantee you everyone would love to see that.

So much bickering goes on that I’m surprised as hell y’all did not get caught right off the bat, let alone the entire game. But it’s so cute and everyone you see running by becomes a part of your antics. You motherfuckers are so unexplainably charismatic and shit it makes me sick sometimes because I’m just so in love with those types of people 🤢 smh literally so rude of you to do that. Stop being so magnetic all the time or I will have no choice but to like you :p

But yes, yes, you and Mina make it to the final meetup spot unscathed. No clue how it happened since everyone and their mother could probably hear you both within a twenty mile radius but your methods to win proved successful regardless. Mina would totally jump on top of you and yell for a victory lap around the general vicinity. You would have totally flipped her off and said no because you were exhausted, if it were not for the fucking police sirens that sounded somewhere nearby.

I know in your actual memory everyone got scolded, but for the sake of accuracy and enjoyment I’m saying that you hauled ass towards an available car with Mina still on your back, all while students scattered like spooked rabbits to avoid getting caught. And your last minute escape ended up working like a charm. In my little imaginary world, pretty much everyone who participated got away without reprimand. The idea of people just scrambling to leave whilst you and Mina are laughing like maniacs out of panic makes me smile.

This memory is just 10/10 Mars. You and Mina would be so fucking fun together — it makes perfect sense. Love you wifey and thank you for your immeasurable patience as I got around to your matchup after like 3,000 years. Muah <3

#genesisrose 1k event #milestone event #matchup event #memory matchup #mina ashido #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha

[babb1es]

Wizard 101: Congratulations! You’ve won!

You remember Wizard 101?

Who am I kidding of course you don’t.

Please don’t kill me I’m not like Nazeem I swear.

Wizard 101 starts you off by picking a class(Fire, Ice, Storm, Myth, Life, Death). Then you design your character and you’re off to see the Great Tree of Ravenwood and it’s 6 schools of magic.

BUT! You are interrupted in your humble quest to learn and absorb information like the developing teen you play as by a mysterious cackling in the tower. So like a stupid person you investigate because knock off Dumbledore told you to.

Surprise, there’s an evil wizard in the tower. He tries to kill you with the sky. I’m not even joking I’m completely serious the man throws flaming meteors at your head. So you nearly die but are saved! By Knock Off Dumbledore! Wow!

After that traumatizing experience K.O.D sends you off to explore your dorms and meet your teachers. Just an FYI, every school has a dungeon across from it, avoid at all costs until you’re ready to get your ass kicked. But there is a chunk missing from Ravenwood, the School for Death. Apparently the evil wizard you ‘fought’ was a former teacher, and when he went insane he ripped the school out from the ground.

I should probably mention that by ground I mean floating island in the sky because that’s what the realms in this world are. Floating islands. In the sky.

So ignoring the feeling of unknown death by falling you get from walking to close to the chunk missing from the island exposing you to an endless abyss below, Ravenwood is actually quite pretty. I should probably mention that there is a giant sentient tree in the middle of the square and you eventually get to talk to him and go, this is so weird, inside his mouth to where the gateways to other realms reside inside his trunk.

Yeah.

Lets not talk about that.

Lets talk about something else. I wouldn’t be Babbles if my posts didn’t advertise weird story ideas for pre-existing properties so here we go.

6 different kids.

6 different players.

One for each school.

All of which screaming and running around confused as they were pulled from their homes and into the game. The six have the potential to become the most overpowered mages in the game because of their real world problem solving skills, common sense, and creative ideas for magic no one thinks of because every one else is even more of an idiot than they are.

However as they are busy screaming and sharing a maximum of one and a half brain cells, we will gently put that future in a box and wait till they are quiet enough to open it.

Once they are done running around and tripping on their robes, the kids start asking questions. They each discover that the others situation is the same as their own, so they sit down for ten minutes and talk and try to form a plan. They eventually agree on that the most likely way out of the game is simply complete it.

And so the quest begins and our merry band of cursing teenagers is told to get their ass in the tower to which they adamantly refuse because “Do you not HEAR the evil cackling?! I’m not touching that tower with a ten foot pole.” They are of course, dragged in anyway because K.O.D doesn’t actually care about his students safety he just wants bodies to throw at Evil Guy.

Unsurprising the kids have a close brush with death, but surprisingly after the meteor shower the Fire Mage picks up a broken piece of meteor and just yeets it Evil Guys head. It doesn’t do anything because he missed, but Evil Guy can respect stupid recklessness like that. He doesn’t get the chance to finish the job thanks to K.O.D finally showing up to save the kids an look good.

To outside observers. The kids are not impressed and hastily scribble down a plot to assassinate him and put a pin in it for later.

They are herded to their dorms where the six of them immediately break the rules once the teacher is out of sight and bunk in the same room.

The next morning when they are NOT running off of adrenaline and the fear of certain death they take the time to explore. And freak out when the tree starts talking.

I don’t remember what happens next so I’ll continue this later.

Death Mage: The calm one, mom friend. He is the second voice of reason in the group and is very quickly developing anxiety due to the crazy ones acts of pure stupid. Does his very best to keep everyone safe. Practically worships the buddy system at this point. Is grossed out by corpses.

Ice Mage: The main voice of reason. If the end boss doesn’t kill her, the stress of keeping order will. She may be reserved, but she is a ride or die kind of friend and will absolutely attack without hesitation. After egregious planning and plotting. She likes fried fish. However when confronted with a unicorn all maturity goes out the window and it’s like she’s six years old again.

Myth Mage: Chaotic, but a quiet sort. Always looking for loopholes. Prefers to send golems than to actually engage in combat. No one can tell whether they are a boy or a girl and honestly they’re afraid to ask. They have the potential to be a harbinger of doom but don’t care enough to do so. A cleaning maniac. They summon a cyclops in the undead district so they don’t have to get close to the undead walking around.

Storm Mage: Batshit crazy. She got struck by lighting in the middle of the and screamed “I AM G O D” before passing out and falling into a pond. She and Ice Mage have a rivalry over whether fried chicken or fried fish is better. T Posed at a vampire once. It worked. Has a minor case of kleptomania.

Fire Mage: He is Storm Mages partner in crime. Quotes vines regularly. Cries because he doesn’t have Internet. Adopts one of those funky little unicorn pets. Massive resistance to burns but very good at starting fires. Everywhere. Helpful against the undead because he feels like he’s in Zombieland and is just having a good old time. Basically the groups crowd control.

Life Mage: Arguably the most terrifying one in the group, she doesn’t have a large repertoire of offensive spells so she casts like 90 different shield charms on herself and sprints at her enemies with a knife and screaming war cries in elvish. When she does get hurt, she just casts a healing spell and just keeps on going. You cannot stop her. She's decided to be a harbinger after being told that she must be kind and good and not to be violent out of complete spite. Massive Tolkien fan. Great cook. Beat a banshee to death with a studded baseball bat once. Really likes board games.

#wizard 101 #Babbles #A Ten Step Plan to Taking Over the Spiral #10sptos

[twinklecheeks]

Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 1

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: This is my first time writing. Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does. Also, I don’t hate Natalie at all! I actually love the idea of Jeff & Nat being a thing. They’d look so cute together.  You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series

Warnings! Smut, fluff, nudity, pregnancy?

Word Count: 2.3k

*How you and Jeff met*

You met at Dom’s apartment after David invited you to film a bit. You assumed he was new because you’ve never seen him before. His accent swooned you over but you didn’t want to make it obvious. David wanted to film the bit where he shows new friends Jonah p*nis because it’s so small. You’ve been friends with David for 2 years and you’ve known Jonah a while now, so you decide to join Toddy, Jeff and Brandon in the bathroom too see it.

Jeff: Are these the types of videos he does all the time

Y/N: honestly, it happens way too often. He’d do anything for content.

Jonah pulls down his pants and all of us just bust out laughing. At this point your just wheezing and trying to calm down at what you just saw. All of you walk out of the bathroom and Jeff smiles at you and says “you have a cute laugh.” You just wanted to combust in that moment and all you could respond with was a smile. You keeping your distance from Jeff the rest of the time you’re there cause you were nervous and didn’t want to embarrass yourself by saying something stupid. You have social anxiety so it’s a little hard for you to meet new people but once they get to know you, you’re an open book. After that you had to leave to film your own video. You said goodbye to everyone, including Jeff. Y/n: It was nice meeting you. Hopefully you’ll stick around w/ us. He smiles and says “ I hope so too.” After you left, he asked Todd about you.

Jeff: “Hey, what was up with Y/n”

Todd: what do you mean

Jeff: I feel like she was avoiding me or somethin

Todd: Oh no. Don’t take offense to that. She’s really shy when she meets new people. She’ll warm up to you.

*2ish months after meeting Jeff*

As time went on, Jeff started to hang out more and more w/ the vlog squad and you two started to get to know each other. You learned that he was born and raised in Staten Island, he lived in Miami, got arrested for doing dumb shit and eventually turned his whole life around and moved to LA a couple of years ago. He was surprised to find out that you were born in New York City too; but you were born in Brooklyn.

Jeff: I had a bunch of friends that lived in Brooklyn. We might have seen each other around or something.

Y/n: Haha maybe but my family and I moved away when I was 11 tho. We moved to Seattle cause my parents really struggled to make ends meet in the city. They loved it but had to leave. It’s hard living there, raising 3 kids.

Jeff: Yeah I feel ya. My parents struggled too in Staten Island but they made it work.

Both of you talked the whole night until you both of you guys fell asleep on David’s couch. You forgot where you were when you realized you were still at David’s house. You tried to move but Jeff had his arm around your waist. You smiled at the fact that you two were getting so close. This started to happen a lot. You guys started to have movie nights together and would end up cuddling on the couch or one of y’alls beds.

*Your first kiss/ first time w/ Jeff*

It was New Years Eve. You spent the night partying at David’s house. You and Jeff have basically become best friends in the 2-3 months you’ve known each other. You were hoping that this would finally be the night you kiss him. As everybody started to countdown the final minutes while watching the ball drop on tv, your heart starts to beat like crazy. You’re right by Jeff and he has his arm around you. Both of you look watch the tv and it’s the final ten seconds. Everyone is yelling TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE… You started to have your doubts that you to would kiss and it’s like everything happened in slow motion. As it counted down the final 4 seconds, Jeff caught you off guard and pulled you in for a kiss. It felt like fireworks were going off when you kissed him. You guys pulled away but this wave of confidence came over you and pulled him in for another kiss but it was more sensual/ needy. Both of you saw the lust in your eyes and you wanted to take him right there but he started to pull you out of David’s house to head to his car. He pushed you against his car and started to ravish you. You grabbed his face and moved his lips from your neck to connect with yours. He bit down on your lip, as you moaned and parted your lips, allowing his tongue to enter. You lightly pushed him away and you guys get into the car, acting like horny teenagers. “Baby if i weren’t driving like a maniac right now, I’d fuck you right in the back seat.” You notice Jeff’s giant bulge and decide to help him out. You start to feel his throbbing member through his pants and Jeff let’s out a moan. You unzip his pants and see his cock spring up. You were excited but also intimidated at how big he was. You unbuckle your seatbelt and move closer to Jeff; the pre-cum oozing at the head. You then stroke his cock for a bit and then you started to give him a blowjob. You tease him by licking the head and Jeff swerves a bit. “Doll, are you trying to kill both of us. Jesus, This is the longest 15 minute drive to my place ever.” Jeff stops at a red light and that’s when you went all in. You hollow your cheeks so you can suck off as much as you can. His cock hit the back out your throat; you started to deepthroat Jeff while he’s still driving. Jeff hearing you choke of his cock is the music to his ears. You guys are about five minutes away and your contemplating whether to suck him until he cums in you mouth or wait until he cums inside you when you get to his place (wrap it before you tap it). You massaged his balls and continue to deepthroat him right before he was about to cum, you guys arrived at his place. You continue to deepthroat him. “Oh shit doll I’m gonna-” He reached his climax and came into your mouth. You look up to see the beads of sweat on his head. He almost cums again just by watching you swallow his cum. He pulls you in for another kiss and you look down to see that his cock is still rock hard. “Someone is still in the mood” you say while smirking. “Babe, you won’t be able to walk in the morning.” Both of you practically run into his building and you can’t keep your hands off each other. He almost takes off your dress in the elevator to take you right there. As he got his door open, all he says is “jump” and the rest of the night felt like a fever dream. And boy he was right on me not being able to walk.

*Current day*

You and Jeff act more and more coupley but he doesn’t want anything serious for right now because he had gotten out of a 3-4 years relationship 6 months before you met. At the moment, you don’t know where you and Jeff stand. You guys fuck multiple times a week and then he leaves your place without explanation. Y/n doesn’t want to say anything because she doesn’t want this to stop. She has such strong feelings for Jeff but is too scared to tell him how she feels. Over the past couple of weeks, you’ve noticed that Jeff has become kind of distant from you. You see in the comments, of several videos that Jeff and Natalie have become a thing. He’s talked about her multiple times on Scott’s podcast, fans make edits, made a joke about having kids with her at coachella and he was being flirty with her at vidcon by asking her who she was dating in front of hundreds of fans on stage during the vlog squad Q&A. You see Jeff’s insta story of Natalie with that pink filter with the romantic music. And to top it all off, the last time you guys went to Vernon Hills to visit David’s family, you were in the car with David, Jason, Ilya, Dom and Jeff is following behind. Dom sees a girl from a far and says “Damn look at that fucking ass.” Everyone is laughing cause they realize it was Natalie and David tattle tales on Dom to Natalie. You hear Jeff say “why do you think I pulled over?” But you still decide to ignore it the fact that he’s crushing on Natalie. You get back to LA and Jeff spends the night at your place. The movie nights don’t happen anymore, so has the cuddling. You both basically fuck until you both orgasm then he leaves right after. “You know you can spend the night if you want” Jeff responds with “Why would I do that?” Damn. That hurt. You play it cool and start to cry yourself to sleep right as he leaves your apartment.  

A week passes by and you hear no word from Jeff at all. David texts you to come over so you can film. You enter the house and see that the guys are in the backyard. You were getting closer and you hear Zane ask “whatever happened to you and y/n? I thought y’all were a thing.” Jeff scoffs and says “ugh could never date y/n, she reminds me too much of my ex.” At this point your ears are fuming. “Just because I’m short and Latina like his ex he doesn’t to be with me?” You grab a bottle of tequila that was in David’s cabinet and walk into the backyard and spill it all over Jeff’s head and it was perfect timing because David was recording. “Y/n what the fuck” He grabbed you by the arm and you slap him in the face hard enough to leave a red mark. “Do I still remind you of your ex?” you smile as you walk away. That was the most ballsy thing you’ve done since you kissed him on New Years.

*A month later*

Your life without Jeff has been great. After that night, you blocked his number and all social media accounts. The last you heard was that Jeff asked out Natalie; you don’t hate Natalie, she’s a great person! You still hang out with the vlog squad but you act as if nothing happened. You just started your senior year at USC and can’t wait to graduate next spring. Everything has been a real life changer for you. You were eating healthier, you started going to the gym and you realized how dependent you were on Jeff to make you happy. Just as you thought everything was perfect, it started to go downhill.

Y/n woke up not feeling great. She felt very light headed and very bloated. Y/n assumed she started her period. She checked to see but there was nothing there; then realizes she hasn’t gotten her period in a while but doesn’t think anything of it because she’s never had a regular period. You head out to go jogging on a trail, one that you know Jeff doesn’t go on. It’s normal to feel out of breath but you felt like you were going to pass out. Deciding that you worked yourself too hard, you walk the rest of the way. The last thing you remember was trying walk up the trail. Y/n wakes up in a hospital room extremely confused. The nurse walks in hearing you ask what the hell happened. “Good afternoon Ms. L/n, you fainted on a hiking trail. You were just dehydrated. You should really be drinking more under your condition.” Y/n looked at her dumbfounded “my condition??” The nurse catches on and knows something you don’t. You see her walk outside and speak to the doctor. You try to depict what she’s saying but can’t hear a thing. “Hello Ms. L/N, how are you feeling?” You ignore the question and cut straight to the point “She said I had a condition, what is it.” The nurse and the doctor looked back at each other and looks back at you. “Well, it has come to our attention that you probably had no knowledge of this but we ran some blood tests and…..” “AND WHAT”...... “It has come to our attention that you are 9 weeks pregnant” Out of nowhere, you just start laughing cause you think this is a joke. “You’ve got to be kidding me” “Mam, I can assure you that we’re not.” “Is it too early to ask for an ultrasound?” “We’d thought you’d ask,” They bring the machine from outside and put the cold jelly on your stomach. It takes a minute to find it. In the back of your mind, you’re praying that you’re not pregnant. You’re only 21. This was the time to party, hang out with friends, live your life, graduate college….. Oh shit. College. It’s your SENIOR YEAR. You prayed HARD that you weren’t pregnant and the boom, you see a blob on the screen……. The nurse turns on the doppler to see if you can hear the heartbeat. You then hear “bum bum bum bum.” You already knew who’s it was, you have no idea how you were going to tell him, or if you’re going to tell him.

Is y/n gonna keep it? Is she going to tell Jeff? What the hell is she going to tell her family if she does keep it? Who knows…… 

Side note: I’m sorry if this is bad! It’s my first time writing fanfiction and I give huge props to people who do this on a daily cause this mess is hard. Oh and I was there at vidcon when Jeff asked who’s Natalie dating. 

#jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek imagines #jeff wittek x reader #jeff wittek fanfic #jeff wittek fanfiction #jeff wittek smut #jeff wittek blurb #jeff wittek fluff #jeff wittek angst #vlog squad #vlog squad imagine #the vlog squad #vlog squad imagines #the vlog squad imagine #david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik imagines #zane hijazi #todd smith #toddy smith #scott sire #scotty sire #heath hussar #carly incontro #erin gilfoy #liza koshy #corinna kopf

[theredconversegirl]

Ink and Paper | SSM Day 17

SasuSaku Month 2019 Day 17: “Ink and Paper” Rating:  M

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A/N: This is Part II, following the “Prayers” prompt written by my friend @birkastan2018 . This lovely lady was kind enough to bring to life one of my most embarrassing stories. ❤️😂

Check Part I first to get the full story, it’s hilarious! 😆😜

This two-part story was based in real life events that were adapted for SasuSaku month. There is also an intro on @birkastan2018 ‘s post, and if anyone is curious, feel free to send me asks too.

I have also posted this two-part collab on FanFiction and Ao3 :)

~ Happy Reading!

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It was like a magnet.

Sakura Haruno found herself in yet another awkward situation. It seemed that they kept coming – these uncomfortable and embarrassing situations – especially after she finally got together with her crush, the love of her life, her one and only Sasuke-kun.

He was her boyfriend – finally!

Sasuke Uchiha, THE Sasuke Uchiha was her boyfriend. Hers.

It was not like she didn’t expect that ever happening, but considering the pace and mixed signals she received, she’d thought he either wasn’t that serious, or he’d take a few more years until he approached her in a more than friendly way.

And when it finally happened, it seemed that the universe conspired against her happiness. Like when she tried to have a single moment alone with her boyfriend, something prevented it.

Take last month’s incident for example, where Sakura tried to sneak out to meet her boyfriend – alone for once – only to be busted by her overprotective father in a very embarrassing way. She’d been avoiding the manga kissa like the plague since then.

When her father got home that night, he told her that he had a good talk with the Uchiha boy and that she was grounded. However, it seemed that whatever ‘talk’ that was, her father had eased his murderous glares whenever her boyfriend’s name came up.

After three weeks, Kizashi finally caved in and told his little girl (not so little anymore), that she could visit her boyfriend on Sundays, if only his parents were at home. Sakura was dumbfounded, as she never imagined this development in such a short period of time.

She had asked her Otou-chan several times about these visits before. Sasuke was constantly at their porch ever since he introduced himself to her parents as her boyfriend. Although he’d never go inside and only sat with her on the porch until the sun went down enough to tinge the sky with pink and lilac hues, at least he was there with her. Sakura had never stepped inside – or outside – his home before, then there was the T7 incident, and even Sasuke’s visits were limited. They were also laying low, not sneaking out for a while.

So, when her father said those words, eyes contemplative and gauging her reaction, she’d thought it was a prank.

“Where’s the camera, Otou-chan? This is not funny!” she’d said, and Kizashi only laughed.

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One true fact about Sakura Haruno: she was a terrible liar – and everyone knew it.

She couldn’t lie to save her life. And the one time she was successful, the blunt lie didn’t do her any favors at all.

It was the third Sunday that she spent at the Uchiha’s that she noticed it. While Sasuke was helping Mikoto-san with the dishes, Sakura went back to Sasuke’s bedroom to pick up her bag when something shiny caught the corner of her eye.

The window was cracked open, allowing a stream of sunlight to enter the room. The partial opening created a holophote straight to Sasuke’s desk, beckoning to a rolled magazine beside his printer.

Curious like a cat, Sakura turned around to peek through the hallway and checked if she was safe. Not hesitating, she jumped back to the other side of the room and picked up the magazine, unrolling it in the process.

At the sight of the cover, she flung the offensive object out of her grasp, dropping it to the floor with a sharp thud.

Astounded, she glared at the splayed pages by her feet as if that alone would burn it from her sight.

Three questions popped into Sakura’s mind then: WHAT? HOW? WHY?

Because how did her Sasuke-kun, reserved and polite, have such an object in his possession?

Her face flushed as pink as her hair, the temperature rising and burning her skin. Her breathing hitched when she imagined what he used that item for. Why else would a teenage boy have such magazine in his bedroom?

She scooped the magazine up and closed it quickly before she could accidentally peek at anything she didn’t want to see. Holding it closed, she stared at the title, her thoughts racing and moving from possibility to possibility.

“Icha Icha Bunnies…” She whispered.

Why would Sasuke have such a perverted magazine in his bedroom?  

Eeek!

Realization dawning quickly, she rolled the item and stuffed it beside the printer again, swiping her hands up and down over her sundress.

Deciding to not intrude further, Sakura grabbed her bag and flew downstairs, ready to forget what she saw. She’d rather die than bring that up with Sasuke now.

So, she pretended nothing happened, omitting the fact that she knew his little dirty secret.

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Several Sundays after the “zine incident” as she called it in her mind, she was again alone in Sasuke’s bedroom, waiting for him to finish his shower.

They had gone swimming earlier, as the weather was pleasant and the lake at the border of the property gleamed and reflected the sun, forming an alluring summer image.

Mikoto found them running back to the house all wet, as they had jumped into the lake with their clothes on.  She ushered Sasuke into her master bedroom to take a warm shower while Sakura used Sasuke’s bathroom.

Sakura didn’t want to impose, so she warmed up quickly, and put on the clothes that Mikoto had brought for her when she picked up Sakura’s wet ones with the weak whispered excuse of, “You can’t go home in different clothes or poor Sasuke’s really done for this time.”

Sakura flinched inwardly and only imagined that the woman was going to take her wet clothes to the dryer.

Once again, she was left alone, and she knew that her boyfriend was a Princess. He liked to take long hot showers, and then take his time to get ready. Sighing contently, she stepped inside his room and sat by his desk, enjoying the recline of the expensive office chair he had.

She was looking for some distraction, sweeping her eyes around the room when her traitorous eyes looked for a confirmation she didn’t want to see.

But there it was! Still by the printer…

To her surprise, she noticed the volume of the degenerate roll had increased exponentially. Scooting closer with her chair, she poked the pile as if it was a scared animal and it would jump and attack her at any moment.

Dragging a couple fingers, she swiped a little until the roll was half undone and she noticed there were new additions to the roll. Two more additions!

He now had three volumes! THREE!!!

How dare he?

They had gone to third base already, and things were only heating up! And he still needed to look and think about anything else – anyone else – other than her? Wasn’t she enough??? Sakura thought disturbingly.

Because even though she tried to keep an open mind, she’d expected him to share his little secret with her, or at least, that he’d stopped leaving it in obvious places after she started to frequent his house and his bedroom as often as now.

For God’s sake it was on his desk! His mom cleaned that desk!

That was it! She couldn’t take it anymore, because she could only stay quiet about this for so long. She would need to eventually come up with little lies to cover up the fact that she knew something about him, and he had no idea.

She would need to do the only thing that came to her mind - she would need to confront him and just ask. Otherwise, the questions would keep coming and the guilt that was building up – the one that pointed to her hiding something from him – would catch up with her.

With a newfound resolve, Sakura rolled the three magazines back and held them tight, tapping them to her crossed thighs as she waited for her boyfriend to return to his bedroom.

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The picture that she painted was terrifying.

Barefoot and legs crossed, resting on top of his desk, Sakura reclined on the comfortable chair, clad in one of his black shirts and borrowed cotton shorts that were possibly too short – or were her legs that long?

Resting half of her weight on her elbow over the armrest while her head was nestled on the cushion of the chair, Sakura’s posture screamed relaxed and calm, if not for her maniac scary grin and her holding of sinful magazines.

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

Her eyes shifted into two tiny slits when she caught him flinching slightly after entering the room.

Calculating, she followed him with her jade orbs as he slowly approached her. Sasuke ran the tips of his fingers over her calves and knees, trying any tricks to get her to melt before she’d explode.

He travelled the length of her smooth leg, stopping mid-thigh only to draw little lazy circles before the hem of her cotton shorts. Usually by now, Sakura would be a mess of shivers and pants, anticipating the next touch, and asking him to just kiss her already.

But not today.

Today her eyebrows creased, and her frown deepened, her lips curled ready to snarl, and though her skin tingled with gooseflesh, her breathing only indicated how distraught she was.

Sasuke’s hand slackened and stopped its ministrations, he locked eyes with her after glancing to the fisted magazines by her lap. Wrong move, friend, his mind supplied.

“I-I can explain—” he started.

By the look on her face, a look that he had seen not so long ago, he thought – aimlessly – that her father would never need a paternity test in his life, for she had the spitting image of his murderous glare – and again he was on the receiving end of a Haruno’s wrath.

“You can now, can’t you? Mr. ‘I have an explanation for every question’.” She challenged, voice laced with heat and impatience. He wondered how long he had left her alone to dwell over her clear discovery in his room, and if she was at this point already – spitting fire and ready to pounce – he could only think it was long enough.

“They are not mine!” And this time, he glared because Sasuke Uchiha detested lies but he detested even more when he was telling the truth and the receiving end didn’t believe him.

“Oh? These—” Sakura shook the rolled magazines towards him, “—are not yours? These magazines that were rolled and tucked beside your printer, in your room? That’s a rich excuse even for you, Uchiha!”

“They are not! They weren’t there before—”

“Yeah, they weren’t—” Sasuke sighed, as it seemed she had listened for once, “—they were in the store before! How’d you get to buy 18+ magazines huh? This screams Kakashi all over it!”

FUCK.

“That’s not what I meant—”

“I know what you meant, Sasuke.” She whispered his name without the suffix, and he shivered, in excitement or fear, he didn’t know.

“Miss May over here,” Sakura unrolled the Magazine and picked the corresponding one without even checking and Sasuke swallowed then, because he knew she had spent a lot of time looking and overthinking this, “—has been on your desk since last month. Now we have Miss June and July. So, how long until I can expect Miss August to join the party?”

“WHAT?! Saku—"

She didn’t let him say anything else, lifting a finger while she tossed the promiscuous ink-and-paper bundle on the table. Uncrossing her legs slowly, she stood up and place a hand over her hip.

With the finger still mid-air, she extended her arm to push it against his chest, and he took a step back.

“Tell me Uchiha, what do you think when I touch you like this?” Sakura slid a finger through the thin material of his shirt, down to the planes of his stomach, stopping to play with the waistband of his boxers that peeked through his shorts. With a single finger, she had him panting in anticipation.

“Better yet,” she continued, crouching between his legs, and running her fingernail over the bulge prominent over his shorts, “did you think about me or Miss July over there earlier by the lake? Tell me...”

That snapped him back to reality, because as much as he was enjoying the minx before him, he could never let his Sakura believe that there was anything else – anyone else – in his mind while she was the only one that could render him speechless like this.

She was the only one that could set his skin on fire and burn him with desire. She was the only one that made him do crazy things like dry hump in public – images of them sneaking out to a private booth at T7 filled his mind and he groaned remembering the thrill of doing unspeakable things to his girlfriend and almost getting caught.

He couldn’t let her assume anything else.

Swiftly, Sasuke snatched her wrist, stopping her tantalizing movements. He snaked his free arm around her waist and hoisted her up, flushing her tight against him.

Cautiously, he dropped his forehead to the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply her scent if only it would give him enough courage to pour what he felt into words. He laid an open-mouthed kiss before inclining to reach the shell of her ear.

“It’s you. Only. You.” He whispered, punctuating each word with finality, feeling proud when it triggered a shiver that ran through her spine and she writhed in his embrace.

The silence following it faltered his tenacity, and Sasuke grasped her chin between his two fingers, raising it firmly to look in her eyes. When obsidian met viridian, he searched for that spark that she reserved for him but found only insecurity.

She didn’t believe him.

“You don’t believe me.” He stated softly and she parted her lips but instead of saying anything, she tried to mouth a question timidly. “They are my father’s.”

Sasuke saw three emotions passing through and morphing his girlfriend’s face then: Surprise, which switched to disbelief, and then indignation.

She needed to believe him. No, he needed her to believe him.

Stepping aside from her, he grabbed the magazines harshly, forming a stack of paper. “I will prove it to you then.”

If his version of pouring his heart out didn’t work, he’d have to do something else.

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He didn’t turn the table, he flipped it.

Sakura saw a puppy turning into a wolf – in a span of two minutes – as Sasuke switched from inquisitive to mortified and then possessive. Her spell was broken – one second, she had him in the palm of her hand, and the next he had her panting at his mercy.

Lifting the pile with a hand, he used the other to grab her tiny wrist, tugging it to have her follow him.

She was still in shock, as if his determination and statement could ever make any sense right now. Fugaku-san’s? Pffft.

Everything was happening so fast, and Sakura knew she might have swung from emotion to emotion like a monkey swings from tree to tree – overestimating actions and assuming things, as much as Sasuke did.

It was stupid – childish and stupid. She cursed herself under her breath, muttering an intelligible string of colorful words regarding her stupid jealously, her stupid self-conscious moment, and her stupid teenage hormones.

Her boyfriend continued to march downstairs, tugging her along with his resolve and that pile of magazines.

When they reached the living room, Sasuke called his father a few times, until he heard the click of a door opening by the end of the hall. Not wasting any minute, he spun around and gestured her to follow him. And Sakura followed him, like a lost puppy followed a stranger, curious to see where he was going but afraid to see what they were going to do.

By the time they turned into the hallway, Fugaku opened his office door, a hand holding a stack of papers and the other a sleek black pen, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and eyes down cast at the ink spreading and marking white.

The Uchiha patriarch continued to emblem his consent on paper and only huffed as his son called him one more time, confirming that he had heard him, despite the fact that he hadn’t replied or made eye contact yet.

Sakura stopped dead in her tracks. Her mind working quickly, she had an idea of the disaster she was about to step in.

Although she had been dating his son for months now, Fugaku was still a mystery. Sakura had no idea where she stood with him – did he even like her? Or her presence in his home? To be honest, Fugaku Uchiha intimidated her and she didn’t want to impose on his home, much less cause any commotion.

Green-green eyes swept from Sasuke to the stack of magazines, to the serious concentrated gaze of her possibly-future-father-in-law, and her presence in the middle of the hallway, dressed in Sasuke’s shirt and Mikoto’s short shorts, dumpy haired and barefoot.

She confirmed then, it was like a magnet; trouble followed Sakura Haruno and Sasuke Uchiha was the push and pull force that kept her on the edge of that magnetic field.

Everything went down like this:

Sasuke paced firmly, stopping in front of his father. Without any hesitancy, he shoved the infamous Icha Icha monthly magazines on Fagaku’s chest. “Here,” he had almost yelled, “you can have all your magazines back.”

She could see how distressed Sasuke was; shoulders moving up and down heavy with trepidation, pants leaving his parted lips, and strands of dark hair sticking to his neck.

Sasuke took his father’s silence and frown as a sign to go on – that was his second mistake in a row. “I never actually paid attention to them, and now I don’t need ’em either.”

No. No. No. No. No.

Sakura paled and then turned beet red. The smug tone added to the last part of her boyfriend’s sentence only fuelled the situation with insinuations and discomfort.

Trying not to make any sound, she backstepped gently, trying to go back from where they came from, so she could turn on her heels and just run, run, run – run far away from this mess! And then, when her dumbass boyfriend caught up, she’d pummel him into next Sunday.

Before she could place another foot behind her and continue her escape plan, there was a clunking noise where metal met the floor.

“What did you just say, young man?”

Behind Fugaku, stood Mikoto, flushed with anger or embarrassment, she didn’t know. By their feet, Sakura could see the cause of the loud noise she heard as a tray bringing Fugaku’s afternoon tea rested now on the floor.  

The Uchiha matriarch marched towards them, stepping in between her husband and younger son. By her lack of composure, Sakura could imagine that Mikoto had either understood everything that just happened, or she had at least picked up parts of the father and son’s interactions.

Sakura could see how both men’s necks turned red when Mikoto glanced between the two and caught sight of what caused the whole commotion. Fugaku tightened his hold on the stack of papers and magazines over his chest and Mikoto narrowed her eyes.

“What’s this?” Mikoto whispered, but her voice was anything but soft.

“Miko—”

“That’s why I kept finding T7’s receipts, even after Sasuke had stopped—” The incredulous look her husband threw her way made her pause the detective binge. “Don’t give me that look, who do you think does the laundry?!”

“It’s not what you think,” Fugaku started while Sasuke walked backwards towards Sakura.

“No, it’s what I see! Save it, Fugaku, I’m not that naïve—” Mikoto spat back, and then with some hurt she added softly, “—and young, it seems.”

Sakura couldn’t see if her possibly-future-mother-in-law was actually hurt or feigning it to get a thorough explanation. Sakura was a woman, too, and she knew many persuasive tricks after watching her own parents’ ridiculous fights over the years.

“It’s not only pictures,” The Uchiha patriarch said securely, and glancing over Mikoto’s shoulder, he continued in a lower tone, “where do you think all those new tricks came from, woman? I’m not that creative!”  

Forget about running, Sakura wished the ground would swallow her up.

She felt Sasuke freezing beside her, and the choked sound that came from his throat could only be his gag reflex upon hearing such a comment from his parents.

A can of worms was opened in front of him – poor Sasuke-kun!

Taking the engrossed whispers happening between the older couple as a cue, Sakura snaked an arm around Sasuke’s middle and guided him away, back to his room. When he sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped and limbs slackened, Sakura thought how adorable defeat and astonishment looked on him, even though there was a slight possibility of permanent trauma after such a series of disastrous events.

Stepping between his legs, Sakura hugged him affectionally, bringing his head to nuzzle her neck. She patted his head, threading her fingers through his dark locks, whispering sweet nothings as she told him everything would be ok.

🍅 🌸 🍅 🌸 🍅 🌸 

10 YEARS LATER

“You disappeared today.”

Sakura approached the edge of the bed while pushing one of her husband’s t-shirts over her head. She climbed in on all fours and cat walked playfully, a hint of mischief in her green eyes that were locked with onyx ones.

“Uh—this afternoon you mean?” She said, while pulling the duvet aside and sliding her legs under it. “Ah, I had to get away for a moment,” she remembered, “I ended up having another interesting, yet awkward conversation with your father.”

“Did you now?” Sasuke asked amused, with the nostalgia that her words brought.

Sakura nodded and tried to get comfortable in her husband’s embrace. He held the corner of the duvet up while she twisted and turned. With his free arm, he scooted her closer, cradling her lower back.

Impatient that his plan was not as successful as he imagined, he huffed, curling his lip into a pout. Sakura raised a manicured eyebrow, questioning his silly behaviour.

“I’m trying to get closer, but this little one,” he brushed her swollen belly gently, “is not letting me.”

Amused, Sakura chuckled as he tried to turn her around to have her back against his front. Sasuke knew by now how his wife loved to fall asleep whispering quietly in his embrace, brushing their noses and nuzzling his neck. Normally, they wouldn’t be spooning until later in the night when both were fast asleep.

“Wait, I want to finish this conversation looking at you, then you can man-handle me as you please.” She teased and then narrowed her eyes, noticing something he hadn’t yet. “Isn’t it weird that we’re back in your old room after so long? I could swear this bed was bigger back then…” Sakura trailed off, arching her eyebrows suggestively.

“Tch.” Sakura could faintly see a blush creeping up his neck. He might be a tease when it comes to physical affections, but Sakura was a tease with words, her mouth could undo him quicker than anything else. And she enjoyed the power she had over him with such a simple act. “Calm down, woman. I don’t want a repeat of other things.”

By other things, her husband was hinting at the times they were caught in this same bed, but in some compromising positions – first by Mikoto, which they did not talk about it, and then years later by Fugaku, who threatened to bring back the open-door-rule for his nineteen year old son’s bedroom.

They both shuddered, probably remembering the same memories.

“What did you two talk about?” Sasuke broke the silence.

“Let me see, something about a desperate phone call Fugaku-san received years ago about a certain someone hiding in a washroom…”

Sasuke sighed, running the hand that wasn’t caressing Sakura’s belly over his face. “Of course, he’d bring something like that up.”

“I didn’t get the whole story yet, Sasuke-kun. It’s been years, I think the mother of your child deserves to know. Just saying…”

Flustered, Sasuke tried to hide by resting his forehead as close as possible of hers. When he was unsuccessful, she teased lightly “I always thought defeat looked good on you.”

“Ok, only because I – I mean ‘we’ – wouldn’t be here if not for what I said to your father after I left that damned washroom.”

Sakura squealed victoriously and squirmed around his embrace, trying to get ready for the rare occasion where her reserved husband was going to tell her a story, their story.

“Quiet! You don’t want them coming over and thinking things.” He reprimanded and Sakura mimic a zipper being closed over her mouth. “Ok, you know everything before you escaped. When I opened that door, your dad was there waiting for me.”

“Go on.”

“Tch, I’m skipping to the conversation.”

“Ok, ok, just tell me already!”

“When your father cornered me with accusations and a talk about dignity and reputation and what a young lady deserves, I told him...” Sakura reached a hand when he paused, cupping his cheek. She brushed her thumb in a soothing way as to encourage him to continue. “I told him ‘Sir, I love your daughter, and I want what’s best for her. I wouldn’t do anything to harm her or her reputation. I would never do something she wouldn’t want me to do, and I respect her and your wishes. I will try to keep my distance as you asked, but I can’t promise you that.”

Wide eyes and mouth agape, Sakura was stunned by her husband’s declaration. A soft sniff followed by several others filled the silence in the room, and this time, it was Sasuke’s turn to brush a thumb over her cheek, collecting the tears that kept running down.

“Shh, see why I didn’t want to tell you?” He whispered.

“You—You’re all stoic and cold around everyone, but me of course! —”

“—but you.” He agreed, a smile tugging his lips.

“—you went all Romeo and said you loved me to my father, before you even said those words to me?!” Sakura paused, pulling the hem of her shirt up to clean her face. “Wow, you’re a real softie, Sasuke-kun.”

“What?! Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Tch.”

“But you’re my softie.”

“Hn.”

“I wonder now what talk you had with your father after the 'zine incident'…”

A deep groan escaped him as Sasuke turned his wife around and tucked her under his chin, her back pressed tightly against his chest. All patience and fluff gone with the unpleasant memory of Fugaku Uchiha trying to explain himself to his son after such a traumatizing discussion involving forbidden sinful magazines and the reason to buy them in the first place.

“Sasuke-kun?”

“Shh, sleep.”

“I think I heard steps; you shouldn’t have groaned so loudly.”

#ssm19 #ssm19d17 #sasusaku #theredconversegirl writes #birkastan2018 #sasusaku fic #so much fun collabing #ss fic

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Franny Sor Framagucci Robinson Character Sheet 

Dear Mom and Dad, I'll send money, I'm so rich that it ain't funny It oughtta be more than enough to get you through - (x)

Archetype — The Creator 

Birthday — January 17, 1980

Zodiac Sign — Capricorn

MBTI — ENFJ-A (The Protagonist — 93% Extroverted, 56% Intuitive, 60% Feeling, 60% Judging, 83% Assertive)

Enneagram — Type 3w2 — The Charmer

Temperament — Sanguine 

Hogwarts House — Slytherin Primary, Hufflepuff Primary model, Gryffindor Secondary

Moral Alignment —  Lawful Good

Primary Vice — Pride

Primary Virtue — Charity or Diligence 

Element — Air

Song —  A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley

Overview:

Government name  —  Darareaksmey Francine Sor Framagucci Robinson Name  —  Franny Robinson/Franny Sor Robinson Mother — Sophea “Sophie” Sor

Father — Adrien Framagucci (stepfather, legally adopted her), Peter Boyd (biological father)

Mother’s Occupation — Restaurant owner 

Father’s Occupation — Construction worker

Family Finances — grew up in poverty, insanely wealthy now

Birth Order — Youngest

Brothers — stepbrothers Gaston and Art Framagucci (mother legally adopted them, if you say ‘step’ Franny will kill you), claims no others but has biological half brothers from Peter Boyd; John-Curtis “JC”  Boyd, Timothy “Timmy” Boyd

Sisters — claims none, but has biological half sisters by Peter Boyd; Sarah Boyd, Stacy Boyd, Shyann Boyd 

Other Close Family — spreadsheet

Best Friend — Daniel Maitland, Molly Vaughn (deceased)

Other Friends — Lora Lopez, Serghei Anton, Delia Weiss, Vanessa Pham, others

Enemies — most men on principle 

Home Life During Childhood — It was a good childhood. Working the restaurant was normal to Franny so she didn’t realize it was abnormal at first. Her parents tried not to let the kids realize how poor they actually were. 

Town or City Name(s) — Payne Lake, Georgia

Any Sports or Clubs — In high school she was in drama, show choir, orchestra, National Honor Society, and on the quiz bowl team

Favorite Toy or Game — Franny honestly loved hide and seek well into her teenage years because she was small enough to fit it the weirdest places to hide, and in the 80s and 90s in a small town in Georgia there wasn’t much to do so her friend group played Extreme Hide and Seek. Everyone wears all black like some kind of cult. Turn off all the lights in the house. Go crazy. 

Schooling — K-12 in Payne Lake, Georgia ; B.A.s. in Musical Theatre Performance and Jazz Studies at NYU; M.A. in Jazz Studies at Pride U

Favorite Subject — Anything that wasn’t math or chemistry 

Popular or Loner — Popular, has always been magnetic 

Important Experiences or Events — Her first time on stage, getting enough scholarship money to justify going to NYU, quickly growing to love the nerd she hit up to buy her waffles and never letting him go, the accident that changed her life, marrying Cornelius Robinson, finding the magic singing frogs, adopting Wilbur, discovering the severity of her fertility issues in 2008, 

Nationality — American-Cambodian (born American, given Cambodian citizenship in 2019)

Culture — Franny identifies most strongly with Cambodian, followed by broadly Southeast Asian sometimes with Buddhist attached, and that’s tied with ‘Rural Southern (USA)’ sometimes with POC attached. Franny feels pretty detached from “American Culture” in general. She more closely would identify with Southern USA culture in general than with general American with no modifiers. She also feels a little detached from Asian American culture in general because even though she grew up right outside of Atlanta and is familiar with Atlanta, she didn’t grow up in one of the big hubs of Asian American culture like LA, San Francisco, or NYC. White American and Black American culture surrounded her, and the Asian cultures surrounding her were immigrant or first-gen cultures that hadn’t really developed an American flavor yet. Franny understood more about Vietnamese and Thai culture than she did about general Asian American culture for a long time, because immigrants straight from Southeast Asia were the only Asians she grew up around. And she grew up in the 80s and 90s where Asian representation was yellowface and Long Duk Dong. She didn’t meet any Asian Americans who didn’t speak or at least understand their heritage language until college. And the experience of POC as a whole in the South is very different to the experience of a white person, so sometimes Franny feel disconnected from her white southern neighbors and more closely relates to black or non-white Latinx southerners in ways she doesn’t relate to white southerners, or Asian Americans from LA or NYC. 

Religion and beliefs — Buddhist

Languages spoken— Khmer, English, Vietnamese, French, Italian, (less fluently) Portuguese, Spanish, (can understand some) Thai, Lao, (impressive tourist) German, Dutch

Physical Appearance

Face Claim —  Elodie Yung

Complexion — Tanned skin, pale brown 

Hair Colour — Black

Eye Colour — Brown

Height — 5’5

Tattoos — Yes, a few. Wilbur’s adoption date over her heart, most notably

Piercings — Lobe, upper lobe, tragus, helix, and cartilage on both ears, and an anti-tragus on her left ear. And a nose piercing she got in college

Common Hairstyle — typically keeps her hair long and done nicely but she cuts it and donates it from time to time so will also rock short hair

Clothing Style — vintage-inspired but not proper vintage

Mannerisms — Biting the pads of her thumbs, gesturing wildly, narrating her actions sometimes in song, if she’s looking for scissors she walks through the house making a scissors motion with her fingers

Usual Expression — she’s got resting bitch face 

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — No, her immune system is the real MVP and when she does get sick she’s like ‘I’m dYING’

Physical Ailments —  Infertility 

Neurological Conditions — Depression, Cyclothymia (rapid cycles of depressive and hypomanic episodes)

Allergies —  none 

Grooming Habits — Typically rinses her body daily, uses soap on the armpits daily, but proper washes her body every other day. Washes her hair every two or three days as needed, but if she was extra sweaty that day it gets washed. Waxes leg hair and eyebrows. 

Sleeping Habits — she generally gets a decent amount of sleep but it isn’t usually all at once. She’s a champion power-napper, and if she has three days cleared she’ll often sleep mainly all at once except have like a 2-3 hour period of wakefulness and productivity and then go back to sleep for two more hours, then take an hour nap later in the day.  

Eating Habits —  She’s a grazer. She doesn’t usually sit down and eat three times a day she’ll sneak like five small meals a day

Exercise Habits —   works out at least three days a week somewhat because she’s really sensitive to when people comment on her body so she’s afraid to give people a reason to say a negative comment. Like. She’s body positive, big supporter of you don’t gotta be skinny to be beautiful or healthy. But when people say things like “oh Franny you got a little jiggle in those thighs” it’s never said like a good or neutral thing. She had a lot of body image issues throughout high school and college, and came dangerously close to developing an eating disorder freshman year at NYU but kind of logicked herself from the ledge  

Emotional Stability — generally emotionally stable, like for someone with her mental illnesses she does great 

Body Temperature — runs hot 

Sociability — A social butterfly

Addictions — None; did abuse adderall in college but when she quit cold turkey she didn’t like. Suffer cravings. She wasn’t addicted, but she did abuse it to the point she realized “oh I need to...stop”

Drug Use — occasional use of drugs to make her trip, like acid, shrooms, but this is very rare, she doesn’t do it at home, usually if she’s on the road with other musicians or has gone to LA or NYC or London for a few days to have a songwriting session, the group will sometimes partake. Even then not every time. Used to experiment with drugs more in college, but still it was never...a TON. 

Alcohol Use — More than occasional less than frequent

Your Character’s Character: 

Bad Habits — swearing, next to no filter, temper when it comes to perceived injustices, tends to overload herself 

Good Habits — Keeps a detailed planner, is a maniac about drinking lots of water, is vocal about her needs and boundaries 

Best Characteristic — her warmth! She really is friendly and easy to get along with and wants to be nice. But she will not be walked over and will not allow her kind, marshmallow husband to be walked over so she will flip a switch to protect herself or her boys. 

Worst Characteristic — unforgiving

Worst Memory — it’s a tie between her experience with sexual assault, and the time her biological father’s wife found out Franny was his biological child, and came into her mother’s restaurant when she was visiting with her pretty new HUSBAND, and Nancy Boyd proceeded to beat up Franny and her mother

Best Memory — Adopting Wilbur! It WAS marrying Cornelius but sorry Neil it’s her baby boy now

Proud of — Her husband, she is so proud to be Cornelius Robinson’s wife. She proud to be her mother’s daughter. And she’s proud of her accomplishments in music and philanthropy 

Embarrassed by — Nothing, she’s great

Driving Style — Oh, aggressive. She’s an offensive driver. Cusses. 

Strong Points —  she doesn’t quit, she’s the walk through hell and keep going type of person

Temperament — generally she’s pretty even-tempered. It’s easy to set her off in an instant though if you’re being racist, sexist - any type of shitty person tbh, or being shitty toward her husband or son, but for the most part she’s pretty chill. She deff has crazy bitch energy just under the surface though and you can tell

Attitude — Franny’s not particularly bitchy, but you know, she can be

Weakness — can’t do basic math, very overly self-critical, perfectionist

Fears — Something happening to Wilbur tbh. That’s her greatest fear, losing her son. 

Phobias — Franny does not throw up. She refuses. She will literally feel nauseous and horrible all day to avoid puking. It makes her so anxious, she will nOT. 

Secrets — None really? Like she doesn’t blab her life story to everyone but Cornelius knows everything about her. She has no secrets from her husband. 

Regrets — Not adopting more children when she and Cornelius got married knowing they both wanted a big family; ever meeting up with her biological father 

Feels Vulnerable When — She cries in front of people. Franny hates doing it. She’d rather die tbh

Pet Peeves — when people are rude to wait staff 

Conflicts — She sometimes feels a surge of resentment for her husband during her depressive episodes because she kind of feels like she’s pulled most of the weight in their marriage from Day 1 as far as running the home, and feels like although he purported to also want a big family he never even offered to take HIS turn pulling back from work so they could adopt a second child when it became clear it wasn’t gonna happen for them biologically, but then Franny hates herself for that because Cornelius is the kindest, most loving, most wonderful husband and father and she feels so privileged to call herself his wife and...yeah they just need to have a long talk about it tbh

Motivation — to be the best at everything she does; to force space for herself where she and people like her have previously been excluded, to be so great that you can’t ignore her

Short Term Goals and Hopes — have a baby, but she’s 40 now and knows its not gonna happen 

Long Term Goals and Hopes —she’s...kinda done everything she ever set out to do other than have lots of children

Sexuality — Bisexual, leans toward women, but had more experience with men because compulsory heterosexuality in the US in the 90s and early 2000s, and genuinely fell in love with a man are has been with just him for twenty years now

Exercise Routine  — Doesn’t spend much time on cardio because she gets enough cardio walking around town and Pride U. Mainly works on her core, legs, and strength training so if a man tries to grab her she can kick his ass

Day or Night Person — Would be nocturnal if she could be

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert

Optimist or Pessimist — She’s naturally pretty cynical but she’s worked for like twenty-five years to have a more optimistic outlook on things. It’s 50/50 now I’d say 

Likes and Styles:

Music — there isn’t really a genre she doesn’t like - like her initial fame was in jazz, but she has an equal affection for jazz and bluegrass/classic country/folk music. She also is in an indie band, Seoul Hanoi’d. And like rap music - usually old school Atlanta rap, but she likes Kendrick Lamar and some other current rappers.

Books — She likes to read or listen to audiobooks about pretty much any subject except music and musicians.

Foods — Cambodian food!!

Drinks — She likes sweet tea, aaaand her alcohol of choice is Anything

Animals — Possums :3 She wants a pet possum so bad, she follows pet possums on instagram and cries at their cute posts

Sports — She played tennis in high school, that’s the extent of her sports knowledge

Social Issues — all of them. Climate change, racial justice, intersectional feminism, VACCINATE ALL THE CHILDREN UNLESS THEY MEDICALLY CANNOT BE, de-mining, Green New Deal, punch Nazis, hey maybe don’t put children in cages, Myanmar can you please not do that genocide you’re doing that would be swell, poor people deserve access to healthcare and education, housing-first approach to homelessness, the good stuff 

Favorite Saying — “Hoes mad”, usually said dismissively when she receives a death threat after a political tweet, or after a racist one for just being an Asian woman in the public eye

Clothing — Franny prefers skirts, dresses, and jumpsuits/rompers to shirt + trousers

Jewelry — She never takes off her wedding ring. She’s married af

TV Shows — Schitt’s Creek, Kim’s Convenience, a lot of Canadian TV she really thinks is funny

Movies — She’s a big nerd that loves a good documentary or otherwise educational movie

Greatest Want — More children, including one biological child because her mother always talked about pregnancy and childbirth like it was the most humbling and empowering experience she’d ever had, and Franny wants that. But she’s 40 and knows she won’t have that. 

Greatest Need — a baby lmao

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — In a big-ass house in the wealthiest part of town, maybe even the biggest house 

Household furnishings — Not overdecorated. A lot of people live there, but Franny’s very much the lady of the house, and even more so than her husband is the head of the household. She’s not a dictator, like her mother-in-law and other relatives have added their touches to the home decor, but it is very much Franny’s Home with notes of the others. She’s very particular about her kitchen, but is very flexible with the rest of the common spaces. 

Most Cherished Possession — Family photographs of her mother and her family before the Khmer Rouge. Franny bears a striking resemblance to her Aunt Kesor, who was the older sister her mother had idolized, but who died during the Khmer Rouge years. Franny only knows of the resemblance from photographs.

Neighborhood — The rich people part of town 

Town or City Name — Swynlake, England

Details of Town or City — lol

Married Before — Cornelius is her first and only husband and unless he cheats on her she’s never ever leaving that man

Significant Other Before — nobody important 

Children — Wilbur Robinson, wants/wanted more

Relationship with Family — Close! Both to her in-laws, biological maternal family, and stepfamily

Car — 2020 Nissan Qashqai

Career — Singer, song-writer, musician, composer, musical actress, actress, university music professor

Dream Career — Musical actress

Dream Life — Married to Cornelius, with lots of kids, living her best life

Love Life — Happily married to the love of her life, her sunshine, the jelly to her fish, Cornelius Robinson

Talents or Skills — music, cooking, acting

Intelligence Level — High? Like she can’t do basic math but everything else. She’s a musical genius, is good with languages, and is pretty perceptive

Finances — Loaded

Your Character’s Life Before Your Story:

Past Careers — restaurant worker, event staff

Past Lovers — nobody worth mentioning 

Biggest Mistakes — “I don’t make mistakes”

Biggest Achievements — Grammys, induction into the Songwriters Hall of Fame, being the first Cambodian person to win a Grammy, International Bluegrass Music Association awards, ASCAP awards, and being awarded the national medal of the arts by Barack Obama in 2015 

#&&...hc #meet the robinsons

[dcvalentineexchange]

Those damn hipsters (or How Tim brought Jason back to the family with the power of music)

to @demilover21

from @the-casual-cheesecake

A/N: Happy Valentine Ace! I hope you like your gift <3

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The first time it happens, Jason doesn’t even pay enough attention to it to notice a pattern.

Jason is on a case in Gotham, which is not a thing he wanted to do in the middle of freezing February. At least his nose is safe in his helmet. Gotham winters suck. He’s alone because Roy decided he’s too creeped out by Gotham to come with, and stayed in California like the asshole he is.

Nevertheless, Jason is on a case. A drug case to be specific, he’s following a gang operating on his turf and has managed to find their money man. He just needs to corner him and make him talk.

Thing is, he’s been surveilling his apartment for the last two hours, and he swears if he sees the teenager on the floor below walk aimlessly to the fridge only to open it and close it again, he will yell. He groans aloud when he catches a glimpse of a shadow moving the apartment only for it to be the cat again.

 “Oh, I love this show.” A voice says to his right and Jason doesn’t jump only because of years of training.

He glances to his left and it’s Tim. Of course, it’s Tim. What could possibly make this night better for Jason. He follows Red Robin’s gaze and finds him snooping on the third-floor apartment where some sort of cartoon is playing.

“Is there something specific you wanted replacement?” Jason asks.

Tim shakes his head at Jason, “Slow night.” He says as an explanation, presumably.

Jason re-settles in his position on the roof and decides he doesn’t care enough to start a fight with Tim right now. He’s also terminally bored, but that’s for him to know.

Tim settles next to him with an air of satisfaction.

They survey the apartment together silently, but the silence feels different around Jason, not better per-say, he thinks, just different.

That is until Tim starts humming.

Jason ignores him at first, but the tune nags at him the longer Red Robin drones on. He almost asks him what the song is, but then his target opens the door to his apartment and comes in alone, and they’re both moving like cats on a hunt.

Jason backs his target against the corner of his living room and starts the scare tactics he knows always works on these types of men. He makes himself tower over the man and deepens his voice to a Batman bass, and starts listing off his offenses.

In the corner of his eye, he sees Tim making friends with the man’s cat. The dork.

Jason forgets the whole thing with the song during patrol the rest of the night, but then he finds himself humming in the shower afterwards and it hits him that he’s singing Duran Duran. He rolls his eyes at Tim in the privacy of his bathroom and resolutely decides to make fun of the little hipster when he sees him next.

***

The second time it happens, Roy is with him.

They’re in a car chase somewhere in middle America, Jason is too focused on the car in front of him to think about where they’re heading.

Roy is yelling ecstatically in the passenger seat and waving an arm out the window, and Jason would be annoyed if he didn’t find it just as fun as the redhead does. He feels a smile make its way across his face as his foot presses harder on the gas pedal.

The thief they’re following has stolen alien tech and he’s not nearly responsible enough to keep it, and well, Kory wants it back. The guy takes a sharp right into a side street and when Jason turns to follow like a maniac, he and Roy both let out a loud whoop.

Jason’s communicator beeps in his ear as they make the next turn and Jason yells for Roy to answer on the speaker of his helmet in the backseat. Roy dutifully does so.

“What?” he yells in answer.

“Jason? Is everything okay? Your com is moving very fast.” Tim’s voice comes through the helmet.

“Since when do you keep tabs on me you little stalker?” Jason answers and speeds as the car in front of him merges into a highway. Roy laughs.

“you set off an alert you megalomaniac.” Tim deadpans, then adds, “are you following someone or are you just being an ass?”

“We’re chasing the black Chrysler 200, little red.” Roy answers, “wanna help?” he adds after a second.

Tim lets out a loud put-upon sigh, but they hear keyboard clicks in the background.

Jason grins; a glance at Roy beside him shows that his friend is just as happy about this new development.

Jason swerves and bypasses a car on the highway, beeping at it in the process.

The perp is still in eyesight but he really doesn’t wanna lose him.

Tim starts humming on the com, it’s impossible not to recognize the song, and when Tim gets to the chorus all three of them start singing,

“One way or another, I’m gonna find ya, I’m gonna getcha getcha getcha!“

The laughter that bursts out of Jason is amplified by the adrenaline from the chase. He drums his hands on the steering wheel with the song. 

They sing the rest of the song accompanied by music that Tim found and broadcasted to him via Helmet. Jason smiles the entire time.

“Got him.” Tim says. Jason and Roy exchange amused looks but don’t point out the pun.

The car in front of them starts slowing down.

The song stays in Jason’s head for days, and he knows for a fact Roy sang it in the shower of their safe house a week later.

***

The third time, they’re all in the manor for Alfred’s birthday.

Dick is sitting on the loveseat with Damian on his armrest, Bruce is on the armchair, Stephanie stealing the loveseat all for herself and Cass, and Tim and Jason are on the couch with Alfred and Alfred the cat.

They’re watching The Breakfast Club, because it was Tim’s turn to pick a movie apparently. Although nobody told Jason there was an order to the picking or he’d have actually shown up on family night before.  

The movie’s good, a little sappy, but not Dick Grayson sappy so it’s okay.

It’s when the song starts playing that Tim starts vibrating in his seat and mouthing to the lyrics. Jason can see his hands drumming on the poor cat, and how he’s not scratched to hell by now Jason has no idea.

Dick catches Jason’s eye across the room and gestures at Tim. Jason shrugs at him, but Dick only shakes his head and frowns at him.

‘what?’ Jason mouths at his big brother.

Dick rolls his eyes in reply and grabs the remote. He rewinds the scene and turns the volume up.

Tim glances up at Dick with the same confusion Jason feels.

Dick gets up, disturbing Damian from his perch, which doesn’t seem to earn him the death penalty from the demon brat, but then again, everyone knows Dick has special allowances not available to mere mortals.

Dick reaches Tim and drags him from the couch by his hands and starts singing as his hips dance to the beat. The hesitant smile on Tim’s lips turns into a full-blown grin as he joins in the spectacle with his own rendition of the song.

From the corner of his eye, Jason sees the satisfied look on Alfred’s face and resolutely catches Steph’s eye and gets up himself.

“Hell yes!” Stephanie say, then quickly follows it with a, “sorry Alf.”

Soon enough, the whole family is dancing around the room. Even Bruce has Cass in his arms and is twirling her around expertly.

Stephanie and Dick are the loudest singers, which bodes well for no one if Jason is being honest.

In the middle of the spectacle Tim grabs Jason’s hand and pulls him up on the table to reenact the scene and Jason has never felt more ridiculous in his life, but Tim’s “Please Jason.” Kills any reluctance left in him.

At the end of the night, Jason sneaks into the Batcave to steal the footage from the security tapes, but before he gets to the computer, he sees Bruce there reviewing the same tape Jason was looking for with a soft smile on his face.

Jason leaves the manor with leftovers from Alfred and no tape.

***

The fourth time is a complete accident.

He’s patrolling his usual route in Gotham. It’s a normal night, nothing major. All the freaks are in Arkham, and the only crime Jason’s stopped so far is the petty kind.

He’s passing by the entrance to a club on a rooftop opposite when he someone catches his eye. He stops and zooms in with his helmet, and holy hell, that’s replacement.

Tim is in leather pants and a red shirt partially unbuttoned, and he’s wearing makeup. He looks grown up. Jason squints, because something’s definitely up. Tim Drake has 0 fashionable bones in his body, and there’s no way the nerd decided to show up to a club in the east end dressed like that with no reason.

Jason looks down at himself and makes a decision. He strips the most recognizable parts of his uniform and hides them with his helmet on the rooftop; he rigs the security for the helmet to alert him for any theft attempt.

He shows up to the entrance of the ‘Red Door’ in his black uniform pants and combat boots and a white tank top. He gives the bouncer a look and gets in without a fuss.

He scans for Tim from the entrance, eyes heading to the bar first, because catching the little shit drinking would be hilarious. Tim isn’t there though, so Jason moves in to the dance floor.

He moves fluidly enough to be considered dancing, if only to get through the crowd of people.

When the beginning of the bass of a familiar song starts playing, he catches Tim a few feet away. He’s dancing with an unfamiliar woman. He looks comfortable, but Jason does not like it.

“so, you’ve got to let me know, should I stay or should I go.”

Tim’s dance moves start getting better, and of course he would enjoy this song, Jason thinks, his brother is such a hipster.

Jason moves behind him with a smirk and yells a loud “Boo!” in his ear.

Tim turns, wide eyed at him, then rolls his eyes and apologizes to his partner before dragging Jason away.

“what’re you doing here?!” He demands.

“Am I not allowed to be curious about my underage brother in a club on my turf?” Jason raises an eyebrow.

Tim looks surprised and Jason realizes that he just called the kid his brother, he groans internally, because he just knows this will get to Dick and the big idiot will be all sappy about it.

“I’m on a case Jason.” Tim explains. And well, Jason should have really figured.

He shrugs at Tim, “need help?”

Tim smiles at him, it’s a deadly smile with all that eyeliner on his face, and starts dancing back to the dancefloor, “name’s Alvin.”

***

The fifth time, the time he stops counting, he’s in one of his safe houses in Gotham.

It’s one of his more comfortable ones because he wasn’t that beat yesterday coming back from patrol and made himself go the extra blocks to wake up in a nicely furnished place on Sunday.

The problem is, he woke up because he heard something move outside the bedroom, and that isn’t normal.

He sighs.

He’s fully awake because his body is used to fight or flight responses, but he really doesn’t want to have to deal with this at, he glances at the clock, 10 am on a Sunday. His sighs deepen.

He gets up nevertheless, and moves with one of his guns towards the door. He pushes it open silently and the music is the first thing he hears. It’s synthetic, and somewhere in the back of his mind a bell chimes in recognition, but he doesn’t focus on it.

When the voice sounds half humming, half singing to the music, “don’t you want me baby, don’t you want me oooh.” Jason sets his gun on the living room table and rubs his face.

“Why?” he asks Tim, who’s by the coffeemaker in his kitchen.

“Oh Hi, good morning.” The kid chimes.

“No. not good morning, explain to me why I’m awake red.” Jason glares.

Tim smiles, and Jason wonders when his glares stopped working on him, he mourns the loss of a very effective method for the second he has before Tim turns the sound up on his phone, since apparently this house is an awake house now.

He goes back to the coffee, and then to steal food out of Jason’s fridge.

Jason glances around the place and notices Tim’s uniform on the couch, and the obviously slept in look the couch has. And considers how weird it is that Tim can sneak into his place in the middle of the night without waking him up.

When he catches himself singing along with Tim unconsciously, he has to admit he lost this strange secret game between them, and as he watches his little brother making breakfast in his kitchen, he has to admit he doesn’t really mind.

[wetdeath]

i wish there was a way to turn off the recommended blogs on my own page at least??? omg i feel like i never see anything other than absolute maniacs and like. teenagers suggested in the column....

#like ok i know i post a lot about a televsion show with two shippable white men in it but pleaseee give me a break here #no offense to maniacs and teenagers like i want everyone to have a good time doing their own thing but some of these ‘similar’ blogs make go #☹️? #🥩

[scottielambchop]

My Review of The Summer Set Festival (1/2)

You know, as a 32-year old man, I don’t really feel like I’m all that old. I’m hip, I still have that old devil-may-care attitude, I’m in pretty good shape, I play video games and don’t have many responsibilities. I love music, and I certainly feel that I’m more than open listening to new music and giving it an honest shot.

Then I started my security job at a Minneapolis bar called Psycho Suzi’s and got to know (and befriend) many people in their early 20s. Now, I’ve now come to realize that I don’t know shit. One such coworker recently posted the flyer for Summer Set (a local EDM festival), and only three names sounded familiar to me: Run the Jewels, Die Antwoord, and Zeds Dead—and that last one was only because it’s a Pulp Fiction quote.

So, as an attempt to fit in with these wacky youths, I’ve decided to listen to one song by each band (group) in the order it was written on the flyer and post my initial thoughts on each. It’s like a stream of conscience from hell. Let’s see how this one goes.

Zeds Dead - Frontlines (ft. GG Magree): This girl’s voice is okay, but musically who gives a shit? Oh, never mind; now it’s turned into a goddamn dubstep song. What in the holy fuck have I gotten myself into? It would be a lot cooler if this featured G.G. Allin — and I really hate G.G. Allin

Zedd – Clarity (ft. Foxes): This song sounds like every song played at my gym. It’s fine. I probably would have liked it in, like, 2001 when I went through a bullshit Paul Oakenfold phase. Do you think this guy has a beef with that Zeds Dead group? I guess that would make this festival kinda neat to see how they hash that shit out.

GRiZ – Hard Times: I’m really hoping this is about Dusty Rhodes, but I think I need to get that out of my head right away. This song starts off kinda cool, like a hip hop version of a Reservoir Dogs-type movie intro. Oh, now the dumb bullshit dubstep kicked in and ruined it — should have figured that nothing stays gold in the context of this miserablelittle adventure I’m on. Also, watching this video, you need to understand this this dude is the most stereotypical white guy trying to be a hip hop DJ. It’s like if Edward Snowden put on a hockey jersey and shitty glasses.

Run the Jewels – Run the Jewels: I’ve heard this before. These guys are cool. But then again, I’m a white guy who casually listens to NPR, so of course I like Run the Jewels. My only problem with this song is that I think only Angel Witch and Minor Threat should have titular songs.

Die Antwoord – Ugly Boy: I don’t know how two people can look so much like juggalos but not be lumped into that group. Instead they’re like the best thing to happen to graphic designers since the Adobe Creative Suite. I used to really like these guys but, then again, I used to be really fucking stupid.

RL Grime – Core: This is building up to something that I’m probably gonna hate. Not to be a self-fulfilling prophecy, but holy shit was I right. It has buildups that I felt like will have a significant payoff, but then it just does fucking nothing. It’s like audio edging. For fuck’s sake, this song goes nowhere. Well, at least I can say that I also really hate their name.

Datsik – Redemption (ft. Excision):  Oh great, I found the official background music to every YouTube vape video. When they inevitably remake the Matrix movies, I fear this is all they’re going to sound like. The track says it features another artist, but the only thing I can hear is some random audio clips. But then I did some research to find out it took TWO separate DJs to make this bullshit.

Post Malone – White Iverson: First of all, this guy needs to land on his basketball references. Second of all, this video has 276,473,194 views—a number I wish I were joking about. This song just sounds like every other modern hip hop song, minimal beat and some dude inaudibly saying dumb shit without a rhyme. Now that I’ve established how milquetoast this song is, I’d really like to comment on how this guy looks. He’s the missing link from Riff Raff and James Franco’s character in Spring Breakers. Seriously, if they were to make a reboot of Malibu’s Most Wanted, casting had better snatch this honkey up QUICK! He seems like an exaggeration of someone trying to appropriate black culture, and it’s heartbreaking no one is calling him on this shit. I can’t wait until we’re in a time of post-Post Malone.

Seven Lions – Worlds Apart (feat. Kerli): Honestly, this starts out okay. Kerli has a pretty voice, the electronic beat isn’t overbearing and the video features bloated images of outer space that you’d probably find on the wall of a “worldly” teenage stoner. I’ve heard way worse. Granted, this could also be my old “techno” fan coming out. There’s a middle dubsteppy part that I could do without, but whatever. Yeah, I didn’t mind this one.

Zomboy – Like A Bitch: Right from the get-go I’m told to, “stop acting like a (woop) and get my hands up.” Here’s the deal, Zomboy: you only get one chance to make a first impression. And you insulting me for not doing what you want isn’t going to make friends with anyone. So, no, I won’t stop acting like a bitch.  The mere fact that you keep repeating it, isn’t going to motivate me to do it any faster—if at all. With that said, musically, this also sucks.

Audien – Something Better (ft. Lady Antebellum): Hey! This has a structure of a legit pop song! I don’t know if this project has been beating me down, or if this is actually decent. Don’t get me wrong, it has the really annoying electronic hooks that most modern music has, but compared to some of the garbage I’ve already put in my ears, it’s pretty alright.

Bakermat – One Day: Man, what a progressive song. Nothing says, “heartstring cash grab” better than mixing samples of MLK’s “I Have A Dream” speech and sexy saxophone with generic dancy electronic beats. It honestly sounds like the backing beats to Marky Mark’s “Good Vibrations.” Oh well, at least it was short.

Big Wild – Aftergold: This song sounds like it was tailor-made to be used in the opening narrative of an “inspirational” teen movie. Imagine an opening shot of an urban high school with the main character doing a voice over explaining his life and school, now think of the music that is playing in the background. Yeah, you’ve got it. It’s light and floaty with an array of unique instruments (strings, Taiko drums, etc.) and then sample in some record scratches and electronic noise and that’s it. It’s not offensive. It’s not anything. It’s just a thing.

Bleep Bloop – Slippin: Before I start, I want you to know that it was THIS band that made me venture into this masochistic assignment. It all started when a group of younger coworkers posted the flyer for this festival on social media and expressed their sincere excitement. Now, being the complete asshole I am, decided to shit all over their good time by stating that it sounds like the worst time imaginable. (I was essentially being facetious because I really don’t care what they listen to. But for the record: I’m right). Anyway, after skimming through the names, my eyes caught the name “Bleep Bloop” and everything in me laughed and cried all at the same time. I voiced my opinion about this band without ever hearing them, stating that this just sounds like a generic EDM placeholder until these assholes can figure out something dumber to call themselves.

Cut to a few days later. It’s a Saturday and once we were finished closing up, I decided to invite some coworkers over for drinks. While everyone is over, I take it upon myself to throw on a record that I figured would appeal to many. So I put on my copy of T-Swift’s 1989 (it’s solid pop-gold, fight me). I throw on the record, and it’s mostly well received. At this moment, the person I was giving shit to about Bleep Bloop made his opinion heard by stating that he can’t believe that I would listen to/enjoy 1989, but refuse to open myself up to Bleep Bloop. Now once he said “Bleep Bloop” out loud, I couldn’t help by throw myself into maniacal laughter. I mean, just think about how goddamn stupid that sounds. Imagine your favorite band of all time. Then imagine their name is fucking Bleep Bloop. Now try and defend that band to someone who hasn’t heard them before. It turns into the biggest, most useless uphill battle you’ve ever waged upon someone else. It’s also just really funny for the other person, if you’re dead serious about them.

Okay, now that I’ve got the backstory of this shit-ass band, it’s time to dive into the music.

This is just a series of dumb sound effects. It honestly sounds like it was created on the Playstation version of MTV Music Generator. Then they have remixed versions of a guy saying the same damn thing. It’s seriously giving me a headache. I don’t know why anyone would want to listen to this for enjoyment. It’s really fucking confusing. All in all, it’s exactly what I expected out of a band named Bleep Bloop.

Destructo – Higher: Have you ever seen an action movie from the late 90’s/early 00’s where the protagonist has to kill a mafia boss in the middle of a douchey club? You know, those scenes where in which shit really escalates into a full-blown gun fight and the fire alarm goes off making everything wet creating a unique aesthetic? Yeah, this is the shitty music playing at the beginning of the scene that lets the viewer know that the location really sucks. The video is blatantly alluding to straight-up heroin/sex addiction—it’s pretty glamorous. And then she dies at the end from a broken heart while some guy repeats, “get higher, baby.” All in all, better than other stuff already reviewed on this godforsaken list.

Ghastly – We Might Fall (ft. Matthew Koma): This video started out by saying “Dubstep Electro House” which is weird because I can almost guarantee it should just say “whiny dude singing over bullshit.” It started off slow with dumb vocals, then it slowly built up to a techno climax (which is also a medical term for when you ejaculate lasers) with a high-pitched autotune. And then it repeats. Whatever, it sucks, but it’s fine.

Well folks, that’s it for the first half. I’m currently waiting on edits for the second. I’m sure you’re waiting with baited breath. Trust me, it fucking sucks.