16 year old King Baldwin IV about Saladin probably. You can't convince me that this teenager didn't atleast have some mood swings and sass around that time.

ouuu yess please do a pt. 2 to the new drew au!!

Yayy okay. Check out part one here. Drew is tired of his gf being bullied and sets the gorls straight.

****

madelyncline

liked by drewstarkey, yourinstagram and 1,463,278 others

madelyncline spring things with yourinstagram

view all 4,358 comments

yourinstagram had so much fun. next time we have to do it with madisonbaileybabe and carlaciagrant

↳ madelyncline 100%

obxfan256 not this girl AGAIN

drewfan96 I thought they broke up already

clinefan53 y’all have no reason to hate her other than the fact that she’s with someone who’d never want y’all.

↳ drewfan06 tell ‘em!!!!

drewstarkey ❤️

***

yourinstagram (private)

liked by jonathandavissofficial, madelyncline and 103 others

yourinstagram happiest with u drewstarkey

view all 34 comments

brooke_starkey so cute!!

yourbestfriend vacation with me next

↳ madisonbaileybabe get in line

drewstarkey love you

↳ yourinstagram love u more

obxfan24 so cute 🥹

***

drewstarkey and obx

1,238,218 likes

obx man of the house

view all 5,697 comments

yourinstagram hottest kook on figure eight.

↳ drewstarkey you know it

↳ drewfan98 GET A JOB!! STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!

↳ drewfan29 this isn’t the serve you think it is

obxfan45 she’s always in the comments does this girl have a job

****

drewstarkey

liked by rudeth, hichasestokes and 1,362,092 others

drewstarkey this is the sweetest person on planet earth. she has been sent unjust hate in the past four weeks. I don’t know what’s happening in your personal lives but I do know she does not deserve to be the outlet of your anger. please, spread love and be kind. thank you.

view all 6,145 comments

madisonbaileybabe get her Jade

drewfan112 let them know, king!!!

madelyncline sending you guys all my love

obxfan56 GET EM AGAIN

↳ jdfan76 GET EM FOR ME

drewfan78 *unfollows*

↳ baileyfan34 we don’t want you here anyways

↳ obxfan62 yes because him defending his girlfriend is so upsetting.

after drew’s post, you decided to take a break from social media. three months pass and you eventually determine that you’ll come back to Instagram and make your profile public again, hoping the hate has died down.

yourinstagram

liked by carlaciagrant, madelyncline and 256,718 others

yourinstagram Barcelona & Boyfriends

view all 4,280 comments

drewfan45 SO CUTE OMG

madelyncline I’m hopping in your suitcase next time

madisonbaileybabe in your thriving era we love to see it

obxfan32 they look so happy

drewstarkey ❤️

YAYY I GOT MY TABLET TO WORK AGAIN i drew out a toyhouse icon for jin but take him here too :D

(s/i a man and uses he/him pronouns pls! ok to rb!)

Seriously I don't know how this Tumblr thingy works =))) how to reply? Why do people writing in tags? @@ I will try to figure it out on Sunday. As for now here we go another picture.

100 Theme Challenge - Variation 1 - 51. Sports

Description: I kinda cheat with this theme. Of course you can't expect me to draw masculine men running round doing the heavy sports *sweat drop* (dang it if I could I would *cries*) so I kind of googled: Is chess a sport? Is dart a sport? And it said yesssss xDDD So here we have Mello and Near playing chess and darts (as sports) 

Author's notes:  - Here I want to introduce to you the other side of the sofa in Near's apartment's living room (in my imaginary fanfic that I have told you in previous picture). Near does a lot of activities in this area: playing with his puzzles, laying around, drawing (yayy he picks up a new hobby - there will be a picture), sleeping on his bean bag (this will appear in another picture later - yeah he seldom uses his bedroom, just sleeping around at random spots) - This happens around some time after Mello comes back from death (around some of his first visits). The idea of Near lying around and is not really focus on the game is inspired by a very short fic that I read from AO3 in which Near let Mello win on purpose 5 times and because he didn't use a chair he didn't really see the chess pieces. I incorporated it in my picture. - The idea of Near playing darts is changed a bit from my original imaginary fanfic. My initial though was that Near asked his staff for a light snack during the game and they fricking brought a pack of Pocky xD I think the snack itself brought up at that moment is not appropriate so Near used it as a game instead: he threw the sticks to the cup like that (and failed mostly). But I changed the Pocky to darts to fit the Sports theme. I know he uses a certain hand to throw darts but I am too lazy to read the manga again to know which hand. I hope I drew it correctly by chance :3 - The result of the game? Near wins of course. I don't let him lose on purpose. It will be an insult to Mello >"< but Mello can win with the dart game *hehe* - I enjoyed every moment when drawing this picture, from the pencil sketching to lineart and coloring with SAI. I realized that I don't need a lot of layers to color it, just adding blocks of different colors to the same layers and it will become shading/highlighting. The details on Mello's jacket is horrifying but again I enjoy every moment drawing it. It's like drawing Roxas' clothes (from Kingdom Hearts) but to a new level. I even added his rosary necklace. It's being extra of me though because I am sure you cannot see all the details on the small picture :3 I don't appreciate his sense of fashion (especially his black leather) but I do love all of his jackets: this red coat, the black leather vest when he rides his motorbike and the black coat with fur. If there is a chance I will draw them :3 - It took me more time than expected. I tried to finish it last night but stopped during midnight. My eyes hurt badly. And I will be away until midnight today so I try to finish this in the morning. But I think I have improved a bit from last picture yeah? *give Smile a pat on the head*

Characters: Mello Near from Death Note (I don't own Death Note)

See my other art challenges here: https://www.deviantart.com/o0asmilethatshines0o/gallery/31059579/100-theme-challenge

For the character ask game, Camilo ☺️

YAYY I GET TO DO THIS AGAIN!!

seriously ppl I love talking abt my hcs, don't be shy to ask me abt them😭💕💕

Camilo

⚧ - Pronoun hc: he/they. This is basically canon lol. If u didn't know, before the movie came out and press was asking questions abt it. Ppl used 'they/them' pronouns to refer to Camilo in interviews 💕 also... the fact that so many nb ppl adopted him... I mean, it shows guys. Birds of feather, innit.

🏳️‍⚧️- Gender hc: non binary💕💞

🏳️‍🌈- Orientation hc: idk abt this one, I've never really thought abt it before. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

🌌- zodiac sign hc: Camilo is a December baby, I'm pretty sure.... Sooo that'd make them a capricorn??? I think😶

🧠- MBTI/Enneagram hc: based on my researchhhhh (but as I've said before I'm very new to this stuff lol) he'd be a ESTP

Some things that helped me come to this conclusion:

Camilo is very extroverted. He does have moments were, if you look carefully, he kinda shrinks in on himself and resumes the 'dinosaur posetm', also known as Bruno's constant state- but despite this, he thrives on attention, I mean look at this pose:

You can practically hear him saying 'look at meee'. Next, I believe they'd make decisions based on the reality of the situation and speak very literally about things, example:

"Err, not if we don't have a house."

He does not entertain the option of that changing right away. He's focused in the now and is trying to get that dealt with first.

He's very confident but he also hides behind other people's faces, literally. I do imagine him to be quite popular in his own right but still, he's very closed off with his emotions and only thinks about catering others, that's literally his gift. So he neglects himself emotionally and pretends he's okay behind his happy demeanour. He's a devil and is the epitome of a little shit. But it's tough love sometimes, they do truly care💞

Now, this section, I like to call: no (with one exception)

❤- OTP hc: 🚫

🧡- Everyone I ship with this character: 🚫

💛- Brotp: Probably him and Mirabel, they're the best of friends💕💕. BUT DONT GET IT TWISTED, THIS ISNT ROMANTIC U FREAKSS😤😤😤🚫🚫🚫

💚- Notp: everything lol (not hating on oc x canon btw, u guys do your thing, I'm just talking abt canon x)

💙- Crossover ship: 🚫

💜- Crossover non-ship relationship I like: mhhhh never really thought abt it. I think Camilo would absolutely roast any person from my other hyperfixations lol

📖- AU I'd like to see them in: modern AU,,, again... Let's face it, he'd be a youtuber who'd make insane, chaotic vlogs with thumbnails on par with drew phillips:

❤🩹- Angsty hc: He lies about how he feels for the sake of others, just like the rest of the family; also uses humor as a coping mechanism. He often worries that people only see him as the people he can be and don't really care about him. Also, I think they'd definitely get paranoid about their appearance and question if this is them or just another shape shifted creation. I think he'd have moments of losing himself and shifting as other people to cope with stuff. He isn't really in touch with who he is because of this. He's got trauma, poor thing🥺🥺🥺

💖- Happy hc: He played with dolls as a kid, due to getting them as hand-me-downs. When abuela gifted him a stereotypical 'boy's toy' he used it to play with said dolls. Like: if it was a football, he'd turn it into 'circle world' and the dolls would play on it lol. Before he forgot him, he used to fall asleep to Bruno rocking him in his arms🥺🥺

😋- Funny/stupid hc: When he hiccups, it sometimes can trigger his shapeshifting. Sometimes, he'll transform into someone and try and keep the clothes that come along with them. It never works.

🪞- Appearance hc: I'm not sure what to put here lol, let's just say: I think he'd eventually ask to get his ears pierced. He was always jealous of how the girls got them done when they were little.

🥖- Food hc: THIS SHIT EATS LIKE IT'S HIS LAST DAY ON EARTH, ALL DAY, EVERYDAY. he's got one of those 'food critic' palletes, there's basically nothing he hates, he loves all flavours AND LIVES for the experience of all of them. He eats everyone's left overs, without leaving a crumb; first thing he does when he and Mira come back from school is complain about being hungry, Mira then says: you literally ate on the walk home bro-

I agree with the headcanon that shapeshifting into all these ppl, wears him out and that's why he's so hungry, however, I also think it's more than that: he just has a naturally fast metabolism and looooves food🥰, cos I like to think he still acts like this when the magic is gone. The family call him a human trashcan lol.

🛌- Sleep hc: he sleeps like he's been hit by a car, snores like an engine and drools all over his pillow.

🏡- Domestic hc: he has the best relationship with Pepa 💕💕😭 he's a momma's boy 💕, Julieta gets annoyed of his eating habits but she's grown to make extra of everything, just for him💞 I think she'd also let him eat the parts of a meal no one else really wants, before she serves the whole thing, for example: like the legs on a chicken, my mam used to do this for my sister lol x

He likes having a jokey, bickering relationship with Félix. They don't actually fight or anything but he'll make play insults like: "old man" and "grey hairs" just to have that playful back and forth banter. They'll both be laughing, knowing there's no malice behind the words🥰

🗡- Badass hc- He'll shapeshift into a bully's mam to get them to back off. Also he just hates on bullies in general, often crossing a line and being a bit of one himself, when trying to defend ppl.

❓- Anything else you want: this boy would watch dragrace, come on now-

Liar, Liar. Pt.II

Beatles X Reader

What if for one day you couldn’t lie?

Good luck.

Caution: Language and Suggestive comments.

Enjoy, my cuties

~~~

“Whad’you mean you can’t lie?”

You sighed deeply.

“I don’t fuckin’ know, all I know is that this entire day I haven’t been able to shut up! Like I seriously can’t fuckin’ close my mouth!”

They all looked at each other, seeming to have the same idea.

I have a bad feeling about this....

“Alright,” Ringo said suddenly, “Why don’t we play a game, ay?”

“I don’t like the sound of this...” you muttered, knowing what they would be asking you.

“Oh, c’mon it’ll be fun!” he encouraged lightly, and the other three nodded in agreement.

“Don’t be a sissy, (y/n).” John snickered. 

“I’m not a sissy, you cocky schmuck!” you argued angrily. “Fine, bring on your stupid, bloody questions.”

They looked like a cat who’d got the cream, their grins filled with mischief. 

“Lovely.”

~~~

“It was a few years back...” John started, an already large smirk plastered on his face “...We went to Hamburg. You were there, studying music, am I correct?”

“Yes.” you grumbled.

“You came to one of our performances. I asked you what you thought. You said we weren’t the best you’d heard. Where you bein’ honest, or were you too proud to admit we’d blown ya away?”

“...I-I wasn’t necessarily....completely...being...honest...” you got quieter with each word, and flushed for the millionth time today.

“So why don’t you tell us what you really thought?”

Hmmm...this would be tricky. Maybe if you could change the answer. You couldn’t lie, but there are many things that weren’t lies.

“You definitely weren't horrible.” you finally responded after a moment in thought, grateful whatever force that had led you into this trap, let you have that one.

John raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with that reply.

“So if we weren’t horrible, what were we?”

Dammit.

“Fine. You were brilliant, and I loved every second. There, you happy now?” you muttered bitterly.

“Very.” John smirked.

“My turn.” Paul cleared his throat loudly.

You licked your lips nervously. 

“Go a’ead.”

“If I were to ask you to kiss me right now, would you do it?”

“Yes.”

You ducked you head, hiding your very flushed cheeks.

Paul’s eyes brightened.

“I knew it.” he gloated, a grin spreading on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, shaddup.” you mumbled.

You drew a quick glance at him, and noticed he was waiting expectantly.

“Well...?”

“Well, what?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I waitin’.” 

You went pale.

“Y-you want to...?”

Rolling his eyes, he cupped your face in his hands and before you could utter another syllable, his lips collided with yours. 

It was exactly as you had imagined; his lips were soft and fit nicely with yours, almost like a puzzle. 

When he pulled away, you almost whimpered in frustration. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want more?” he grinned smugly.

“Dammit, Paul, fucking finish the job!”

“Uh-uh, I don’t think so.” John’s voice called out. “You had your time. Now’s George’s turn.”

You glared at John, huffing, and turned to the youngest Beatle. 

“Can I have a kiss a’swell?” 

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to yank him down by the tie.

“You may, George.”

He leaned forward slightly, and met you in a kiss. 

You enjoyed this one as well, his lips tasting of mint and cigarettes.

He let you kiss him a bit longer than Paul did, the damn tease.

When he pulled away, you turned to Ringo.

“Well, I’m assuming you want a kiss too?”

He smiled from ear to ear.

“That’d be lovely.” he replied.

You scooted over to where he sat, and wrapped your arms around his neck, delving your fingers into his hair, as he pulled you in by the waist. 

Kissing 3 of your beautiful bandmates in one day?

You would have laughed at the thought.

But, here you were.

John cleared his throat loudly, once again, you glared at the boy.

“I think you’ve kept me waitin’ long enough, c’mere doll.” he patted the seat next to him.

Whatever resolve, you’d once had, was gone. You didn’t even try to comment back, you just jumped in, headfirst.

You were now, more confident, and let him map our your mouth, whilst you did the same.

Once he had let you go, he looked....

“Damn.” you grinned “That was...”

“Fantastic, I know.” he chucked.

“In all honesty.” you turned to all of them “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

They glanced at each other, like they knew what the other was thinking.

“How’d you like to take a step further?”

They already knew the answer.

“Yes. Anything for my boys.”

~~~

Yayy! Done! Hope you enjoyed! 

L.M.

Sending Characters: JJ Sneed, Rogers, Killian Jones

yayy!!!!

JJ Sneed

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them* opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav otp(s): Sneed and the river other ship(s): Sneed/any water, Sneed/soap #noromo ship(s): see above crack ship(s): see above fav headcanon(s): He doesn’t know about Deke Fletcher’s pregnant wife being a casualty from the fire he started.

Rogers

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them* opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav otp(s): Sabine/Rogers all day everyday other ship(s): Rogers/Roni, Rogers/Drew, Rogers/cake #noromo ship(s): Rogers/weaver, knightrook, rogers/everyone cos he deserves friends and family crack ship(s): There are no crack ships here they’re all valid fav headcanon(s): All of them.

Killian Jones

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them* opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav otp(s): ALL OF THEM other ship(s): ALL OF THEM #noromo ship(s): ALL OF THEM crack ship(s): ALL OF THEM fav headcanon(s): ALL OF THEM 

Killian is my absolute shipper ho, i’ll put him with anyone and everyone and I want him to be friends with anyone and everyone. He’s a fancy asshole with a hot temper and a soft heart who loves proudly and falls hard and fast and is just the worst sometimes but he’s my shameless prick and I love him completely. Sassy little extra af rebel. 

SECRETS (part IV/?)

Summary: Detectives James Barnes and Y/n Y/l/n never really got along, despite being partners for seven months. You could say they hated each other, however, when James’ past shows up threatening to break him all over again, the truth about their feelings comes to the surface.

Pairing: cop!Bucky Barnes x cop!Reader

Genre: angst-ish

Tags:

Secrets: @just-add-butter

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @sinviix @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125

Warnings: psychological and slightly physical abuse, language, angst (probably some typos, since I wrote this in 2 hours)

A/N: I'm alive (surprisingly) yayy! Please, remember to reblog the fics, because you're making me a huge favor if you do. Enjoy this part of Secret (which, like I predicted, it's not the last one) <3

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist (you'll find the rest of the parts here)

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

Since I had woken up earlier due to a nightmare, I went to the living room carrying some files to keep working on the case until Y/n woke up.

The past few days had been really good for the both of us. I would even dare to say that the hate had turned into some kind of friendship.

Okay, maybe it was more than friendship when it came to my feelings, but that wasn't anything new. Since day one I had felt something that drew me to her, however, I had never let those feelings grow any further for several reasons. During these days, though, Y/n somehow helped me to loosen up a little, which was enough for me to stop fighting what I felt.

The fact that, somehow, she was making me feel safer also helped me to be more confident about my feelings.

While I started to display the files, the extra time I had recently been spending with Y/n came to my thoughts, and with it, the question I had been asking myself for the past two days.

Did she liked me the way I liked her?

Sometimes —most of the times— our interactions would seem friendship-like, with, of course, our considerable amount of teasing.

But other times, the times we were all alone in her apartment, when we would stay up until late hours of the night, the way she acted towards me, the way she talked to me... it was almost as if she wanted something more than a friendship between us.

It was probably just my imagination, playing wicked games on me. Sigh. Even if it's true, I thought, what would you do? You can't do anything, I reminded myself. You're broken.

You're not ready.

You're not good enough.

She deserves better than-

A few angry knocks on the door made me come back to reality, a bit more tired, and a bit more hurt.

I took a couple of deep breaths to regain my composure again. It was amazing how a couple of thoughts crossing my mind could trigger all the insecurities Y/n had been helping me to overcome.

Another few knocks, this time stronger and quicker. "I'm coming" I announced, being careful not too be too loud, since Y/n was still asleep. I grabbed the knob to open the door, not even think about how odd was that someone came to visit at 5:40 am. "Wait a sec..."

Before I could even freeze due to the panic, Dot's hand slapped my face. After all this time keeping up with her, after all the abuse, retreating myself to a safer position was an action I did by inertia.

The thought of shutting the door for her not to enter hadn't even crossed my mind before I was backing out from her reach.

"how dare you?" she questioned, poison dripping from each one of her words. "you can't even wait until we're divorced, right?! First the damn lawsuit, then you cheat on me?!"

"H-how- why- what are-" words came out as a stuttering whisper since I wasn't able to form a single sentence "y-you can't be here"

"why? Are you gonna call the cops, baby?" I frowned and stepped back when she stalked towards me. "You're a cop, honey, if you didn't arrest me it's because no one is going to arrest me."

"what the-" I shut my mouth when she gave me a dead glare. "how did you get here? Who- you have to leave. Now."

"she's still here, isn't she?" Dot huffed, "that bitch is gonna get it" when she attempted to make her way to Y/n's bedroom, I didn't think twice before gripping her arm and tugging her back.

Dot gasped, probably not expecting the amount of strength I had just used to stop her. "don't get her into this"

"so it's true? You're cheating on me with that fucking. dumb. petty. bitch?" with each word, she pushed me back until my knees hit the edge of the couch and there was no way left, but to sit down.

"she's none of that." I managed to say, after gathering all the courage I was capable of when it came to the woman in front of me.

"And now you defend her?" she scoffed, letting out a dry laugh that sent shivers down my spine. "You're so desperate for some kind of affection, baby. It's pathetic" I sat there, trying to digest those words that seemed so real to me. "You're so damn stupid. She's probably just using you- I mean, have you looked at yourself?" she started to pace. "you really don't know what you did by dumping me, love. No one is going to love you. I gave you everything, goddammit! I gave you fucking everything!"

"Stop" I muttered, leaning over myself to rest my face over my palms "Stop it"

"after all I did to you, you're dumping me for some random slut. For a quick fuck" another dry laugh. "YOU'RE SOMEONE BECAUSE I DECIDED TO GIVE YOU THAT PRIVILEGE!"

"I'm gonna say it once" I thought I had imagined it, so I didn't look up the first time Y/n spoke, more like growled. "I'm not even gonna ask how did you get here. Just get the fuck out of my damn house"

"And the slut's here" it was then that I lifted my gaze to stare at Y/n, who looked like we had shaken her awake —we probably did—. "I'm leaving when I finish talking with-" In a swift movement, Y/n had her gun aimed at Dot. "woah woah woah- I can sue you for this" the latter stated, visibly nervous. "are you gonna fucking shoot me?"

"get out" when Y/n spoke again, I tensed. "before I solve this problem with a bullet in your skull"

Dot hesitated for a moment before speaking again, using with Y/n the same tone she used to use with me. "You're not gonna shoot, you fucking crazy bitch"

The problem was that it wasn't me.

It was Y/n. A really, really mad Y/n.

Dot gasped when Y/n, without breaking eye contact with her, deflected her gun to the side and shot.

"Did I fuckin' stutter?" Y/n asked, calmed and collected. "Leave. Now"

After a few seconds that seemed a thousand years to me, Dot gathered her bag and jacket before turning to me. "we're not finished yet"

All from sudden, Y/n was in front of me, grabbing Dot's arm and dragging her away "yeah you are"

READER'S P. O. V.

"I don't want to see you near him ever again" I hissed, dragging the woman to the front door.

"what are you gonna do if I do, detective?" She taunted.

"let's say" I opened the door and, instead of leaving her in the landing, I kept dragging her downstairs "I don't mind going to jail if I know you're gone for good" before she could speak, I threw her to the lobby and went back upstairs.

"how the fuck did she get my direction?" I asked rhetorically, entering into my apartment, where I had left Bucky. "She's fuckin' nuts" when he didn't answer anything, I turned around to check on him, just to see his eyes red. "Hey..."

"I'm sorry"

"what- no!" I wouldn't have realized I had yelled if not for Bucky’s flinch. "this isn't your fault, don't be sorry, okay?"

"I just-" his voice faded, and instead, he took a deep, shaky breath. "I don't know what- I mean- she w- I-I'm sorry"

I made my way to Bucky, careful not to startle him, and I crouched in front of him. I took a moment to check on him before slowly placing one of my hands over his. "this is what we're gonna do" I whispered, as tender as possible. "you come back to bed and try to rest. I'll call sick at work for you."

That made his gaze shoot up at me, panic written all over his face. "nonononono don't-"

"Listen, you gotta rest," I replied, stopping him before he could get up. "and you gotta calm down."

"don't Y/n for fucks sake don't leave me here" he tried to get up again. I could practically hear his heart stammering against his chest. "what if she comes back?"

"she's no-"

"you don't know that!"

The terror in his voice broke me more than I expected it to do it. "Okay... Okay, what about this" I got up, not letting go of his hand. "we both go back to sleep. I'll call Steve- Steve knows, doesn't he?" Bucky nodded. "Okay, I'll call Steve and I'll tell him we'll be late to work because you need to rest"

After a second, Bucky nodded again and followed me to the bedroom. "don't leave without me, 'kay?"

"I won't, I promise" I replied, squeezing his hand.

translation: The biography of Xu Wenchang

徐文长传

明代：袁宏道

The biography of Xu Wenchang

Ming dynasty, Yuan, Hongdao

*the given name of the writer, Hongdao, means “broad way”

In my youth I once passed the market, and saw the script of a northern poetic drama “Four Calls of the Ape”, whose conception and spirit was so unconstrained and heroic, that it seemed completely different from all legends created by recent literary men. The author signed “the literary man from Tianchi”, and I guessed he lived in Yuan, the last dynasty(*Tianchi can also be translated as “heaven lake”). Later, I went to the province Yue, and saw in someone’s house a calligrapher, whose creator signed “tian shui yue”(*meaning the images of field, water and moon). The calligraphy showed great vigour and strength, and reflected vividly the refusal to accept fate. I was much startled by it, and yet didn’t know who the creator was in reality.

One night I sat in the home of my friend Tao, a royal compiler, took out a random book from his shelf and found it to be a poetry anthology named “unfinished collection”. The book used poor paper and bad printing, and it was hard to figure out the characters. I moved towards the light to see clearer, yet as soon as I read several poems, I was surprised and jumped up suddenly to call my friend Shikui(Tao’s art name, meaning “basket for stones”): “who is the author of these poems? Is he contemporary or ancient?” And my friend said: “This is the collection of Sir Xu Tian Chi, a predecessor who is born in my hometown. His given name is Wei, his courtesy name is Wen Chang(* “Wei” comes from the name of a long river. The literal meaning of “Wenchang” is “literacy long”, which conveys the hope that the man’s achievement on literacy shall be as great as the river). He lived during the eras of the last emperor, and died just about five or six years ago. The inscriptions or calligraphers signed ‘Tian Shui Yue’ are just written by him.” I only get to discover then, that all three authors that impressed me were just one man, Mr. Xu Wenchang. Since the field of poetry has been barren and polluted for a long time, the discovery of such a great collection was like waking from a nightmare. We both jumped up and gathered under the light, read, cried, and cried and read again, to the extent that the servants asleep were all waken up. From then on, no matter when I write or when I talk, I always highly praised and recommended Sir Wenchang. Whenever someone visits me, I take out those poems to read together. And soon the great literary men all knew him and began to admire him.

Wenchang was a Xiucai in Shanyin province, failed in further imperial examinations for several times, and lived a bold and unconstrained life(* xiucai is a social range for learned men who passed the first level of imperial examination, but not the second and the third. Once people passed the second level of imperial examination, they will get the chance to be officials, yet Xiucai cannot. However, like knights, Xiucais were in a relatively high place in the social hierarchy and had certain privileges). The marshal, the Honourable lord Hu Meilin appreciated him, and invited him to act as his advisor(*Meilin was Hu’s art name, which means “woods of plum trees”). Wenchang required: “If you want me to work for you, please treat me as your guest and allow me to enter and leave your house whenever I want.” Lord Hu agreed all. Then Wenchang bowed to him and sat down in black hat and Keh clothes, and talked thoroughly about the situation of the world as naturally and fluently as if nobody else was evaluating him. Lord Hu was very glad about that. At that time, Lord Hu lead the troops of several frontiers, and his mighty name inspired awe throughout the southern and eastern part of the country. The soldiers, though strong in armours, knelt in front of him and dared not raise their heads; yet Wenchang, as a weak intellectual under his governance, could act talk and joke as he pleased, showing no trace of fear. It then happened that a white deer that was deemed as auspicious was caught, and Lord Hu let Wenchang write the letter to our late emperor. The late emperor was pleased when he read the letter, so lord Hu attached more importance to Wenchang, and let him write all the documents and letters to the central government.

Wenchang is proud of his own literary and military talents. He likes giving unusual strategies and often goes straight to the heart of the matter when he talks about military. All the strategies lord Hu used to make the pirates, including Wang and Xu, surrender, were discussed secretly among the two. Once Wenchang drank at a restaurant, and several soldiers also came to drink and refused to pay. Wenchang secretly wrote several words to tell lord Hu about that, and lord Hu immediately ordered to arrest these soldiers, and sentenced them to death. The whole army was frightened by that. A monk carried vile conduct, believing that he could not be punished because he was rich. Wenchang occasionally talked about that to lord Hu when he is drunk, and lord Hu later found an opportunity and killed that monk. Such trust between the two can be manifested by the two examples.   

Lord Hu appreciated Wenchang’s talents and ability, and lamented for his failure in imperial tests. During the next provincial imperial test, Lord Hu secretly told each examiner: “Mr. Xu has the ability to be in charge of the whole country, if you see his paper, please don’t miss this talent.” All agreed. Only one head of a county, who was also an examiner, was tripped by some problems in his own county and visited lord Hu very late, and Lord Hu occasionally forgot to tell him about that. Yet this man happened to mark Wenchang’s paper, and Wenchang was not selected again.

Finding himself not appreciated by the mainstream scholars, Wenchang behaved unrestrainedly, indulged himself in drinking as well as in enjoying the beauty of nature. He travelled across the regions of Qi, Lu, Yan, and Zhao, viewing all the sceneries in the desserts. All the scene he saw: the running mountains, standing waves, rising sands, moving clouds, crying of winds, bending trees, deep and serene valleys, grand and busy cities, various people and animals...are presented by poetry. Meanwhile, in his bosom lies an ineffaceable spirit, with the grief and resent of a hopeless hero. So his poem are like angry rebukes, like loud laughter, like sound of water running in narrow canyons, like seedlings bursting out of the soil, like widows weeping at night, like travellers leaving in coldness. His artistic conception can be as vast as thousands of miles of plain, or as steep and secluded as ghosts speaking in autumn graveyards. His sight surpasses time, his work is unique in the era. The so-called high ranking and noble literary men were all despised by him, and so his fame was limited to his hometown province. How lamentable!

Once he drank at an official of his hometown’s. The official plead him to write a Fu, i.e., an article in verse, about a specified small thing on the table, and secretly told the servant to give Wenchang a piece of paper as long as a zhang(more than three meters) to challenge him. However, Wenchang began writing as soon as he got the pen and filled the paper with his excellent creation. His artistic conception was vigorous and unrestrained, and his article left nothing imperfect, so that all at the banquet were shocked. 

Wenchang loved writing calligraphy. His handwriting was as untrammelled and forceful as his poems, and a unique charm stands out from his forceful writings. I cannot write good calligraphy, but I personally feel that Wenchang’s calligraphy is better than the famous artists, Wang Yayi and Wen Zhengzhong’s. It is not the skill of writing, but the spirit behind that is valued here: my sir is indeed a hermit sage and an untrammelled swordsman in the field of calligraphy. His excessive talent overflew to the field of drawing, and the flowers, grass, bamboos and stones he drew were all unrestrained, detached and interesting.

Yet in the end he killed his second wife out of suspicion, and was almost sentenced to death. Zhang Yanghe paid great efforts to negotiate to make him released. And he was as stubborn as before. In his twilight years he was more enraged by the world, and acted more crazily. The dignitaries who visited him were all refused, the powerful officials couldn’t get one calligraphy from him. Sometimes he went to the bars and asked the servants there to drink with him. Once he hit his head with an axe until blood covered his face and the bones were broken, and rubbed the bones to make strange sounds. Once he hit his bottom with a hammer. And once he inserted sharp awls into his ears for more than a cun(three centi-meters), and yet he did not die of that.

(* By this time, the marshal Hu has already died in the prison because of political struggle for many years)

My afore-mentioned friend Shikui said: Wenchang’s poetry and articles became more unique in his twilight years, yet he did not print them and put all his writings at his home. I have only seen two of them: “The Anthology of Xu Wenchang” and “Unfinished Collection”. Yet without being recognised, he died with the anger to this unfair age.

I, Shigong(*the art name of the author means “Mr. stone”), would comment like this: my sir was so unlucky and met so many obstacles in his life, that madness has infected him, and this madness brought him to the jail. In the history, the literary men often meet difficulties and hardships, yet nobody met as many as he did. Yet lord Hu was indeed a hero, and treated him with special respect, which means my sir was appreciated by heroes. Our former emperor was brilliant, and was greatly pleased by the letter he wrote, which means my sir’s ability was appreciated by the emperor. Only that he didn’t became an official through the exam. My sir’s poetry and articles stood out and eliminated the recent abominable climate of literature. The later generations hundreds of years later would naturally give him a fair conclusion. And from this perspective, how could we say that he is unrecognised by the society? Mei Kesheng once sent me a letter which says: “Wenchang is my old friend. His illness is more peculiar than his characteristics, his characteristics more peculiar than his poetry, his poetry more peculiar than his calligraphy, his calligraphy more peculiar than his prose, his prose more peculiar than his drawing.” And I would say that nothing of Wenchang is not peculiar, and this peculiarity caused that nothing waiting for him was not hard. How lamentable!

Now available on AO3 yayy joy; a skam italia fanfic words: 6.637 character’s pov: martino ships: martino x niccolò; martino & mamma rametta, martino & giovanni summary: a glimpse into the near future of martino’s life and his relationships with the people he cares most about. it’s funny, he feels like the luckiest boy in the world, and yet he worries about not being good enough. Luckily, there are people in his life, who remind him that he’s wanted.

joy ☆．。．:*･° It’s been a couple of weeks into the New Year and Martino couldn’t be happier. It seemed as if life finally made sense, as cheesy as it sounded; and yet. Most of the time, he found himself living in a content bubble. There was his new found identity, which gave him so much energy- sometimes he didn’t know what to do with it. His relationship with his mother kept improving with every day and he didn’t lie to his friends anymore. Well, only if it had something to do with Niccolò. He couldn’t count the times they had sneaked off to the bathroom on the second floor of the school building. They even ditched some meet-ups with the boys, because they rather stayed home to spend time alone together. But other than that, there was no need to lie anymore. Martino liked boys and he liked one boy especially. Nico never failed to keep him on his toes. He was quirky and challenging and he came up with the weirdest ideas. In January they had gone to the Villa Borghese gardens and when Nico unpacked his drawing tools, he spotted a marble statue he wanted to sketch− together with Martino in the picture. After a couple of minutes of ridiculous arguments, he gave in: Nico, with that smug look on his face kept drawing for what seemed like hours. His boyfriend always ended up directing him to pose like this or that, but mostly it was just fun, and watching him get excited over it was an expierence he would cherish forever. He only called it a day, when he started to freeze his ass off, after all, it was winter and all this posing and standing didn’t keep him warm. So basically, whenever he thought the boy he was lucky enough to be with had a weird idea, he ended up loving the idea. Easily.Nico embodied what he called loveable energy, sometimes lovable asshole energy, to add, and Martino wouldn’t have it any other way. He liked Nico the way he was. However, at the beginning of Feburary, his boyfriend started appearing a little bit uneasy. He didn’t get that far to call him restless, but he was somewhat alarmed. Actually, he always worried about him in the back of his head, but he could tone down the worry most of the time and just be a normal supportive boyfriend. Whatever normal was supposed to mean. He didn’t mention anything, because he felt like he would put pressure on him by doing so. And that was the last thing he wanted to do, so he remained silent and hoped being here with him was enough. On the last day of school into the second week of February, they went to his house to relax. They had no plans with the boys, so they decided to keep it quit. Nico was sketching on his bed while he sat on his desk researching for the Radio. Never in a million years had he thought that his Friday afternoons could come close to something like this. The thing was, they had talked about the new topic “Age of Discovery” for the Radio on the way to his house. Nico was hooked on geographical maps at once. There was something about getting lost in the imagination to go anywhere he wanted, even if it was only in his mind. Martino could understand that well. His mind had often drifted off to an imaginary world where there was no need to worry about coming out. A place where it didn’t matter whom he loved. A place where everything was easier to handle. But now that he was with Nico, he didn’t dream to escape from the real world anymore, only if it meant going someplace together with him. Perhaps that was why he ended up reading articles about the discovery of magnetic compasses and how it changed the world of navigation. He found that oddly fascinating. One day, he hoped they could navigate a ship together. There wouldn’t be need for compasses, for they were guiding each other. Just like now. Between Nico’s pencil flying over the sketchbook and his occasional typing on the keyboard, while Vespa noises interloped through the open window dancing together with indie music softly playing in the background. He floated through space it seemed, until he noticed Nico had stopped sketching eventually. He turned around from his desk and saw that his boyfriend had dozed off. He was lying on his side, drawing utensils still in his hand. A tiny bundle of black hair, halfway wrapped up. Martino wasn’t sure how long they had worked on their respective things, he kind of had lost track on time, but it obviously had been tiring for Nico. Or maybe, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, Nico was more tired than usual. And that could mean something else was up. He tried to burry that thought. Vehemently. Just stay calm, he told himself. Pay attention, but stay calm. He was starting to get hungry, but he wanted to lie down beside Nico for a while, so he went to his side of the bed and mirrored his boyfriend’s position. He was intent not to wake him when he got under the covers, but when he carefully took sketchbook and pencil from his grip, Nico mumbled something unintelligibly. “You were saying?” “Nothing.” “Oh? Then I have a ghost lying in my bed?” “Funny.” Marti chuckled and moved closer. He nuzzled his nose against Nico’s and kissed it softly. “It’s okay, we don’t have to talk. I can just sleep, too.“ “I wasn’t sleeping.” Then, after a pause. “I’m sorry.” “What for?” He nudged his shoulder gingerly. “I’m not really talkative today.” “What are you saying? We’ve talked.” “Not really since we got here.” “So?” Nico exhaled loudly. “You don’t have to talk all the time. Or do stuff. You know we can just lie here together.“ “You’re not worried?” “Why should I be worried?” He tried to sound causally, but instantly felt a rush spreading out on his cheeks. “That I’ve been sleepy lately.” “So you think I should?” “I don’t know, Marti. I don’t−” “Hey.” He put sketchbook and pencil under his pillow and started caressing his boyfriend’s cheek. “I don’t mind.” “What if, what if−” He listened to Nico struggling to get the words out. He knew, he knew what he was about to say. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear it. When Nico suffered, something deep inside of him stired. He continued stroking his cheek and witnessed a tear coming out of his eye. If there was a possibility to give him the world, he’d outright do it. “Hey, com’ere”, he mumbled and drew Nico to his chest. “Tell me. Are you worried?” “I’m worried about hurting you”, he half-whispered in reply. “Why?” “Because I already have. It could happen again. ”“That’s in the past. And if, you wouldn’t do it deliberately.” He planted a kiss on the top of Nico’s head and let his lips linger there for a while. “What if I do it again?” He felt his boyfriend disappear into his chest, as if he wanted to hide there and never face the real world again. Never face his fears and worries. He hugged him a little bit tighter and started to draw lazy circles on his back. “I don’t know. Let’s not worry too much about that, okay?” After a while, a hoarse whimper escaped Nico lips. “I don’t want to draw you into my mess.” “Don’t be ridiculous. I happen to like your mess.” Nico chuckled. It was soft, almost not audible. Maybe it happened out of pity. But it was there.Baby steps, he reminded himself. “You’re too good to me. You’re too good for me”, he heard him mumble drozily. “Well, I don’t think there exists something like being too good, but I’ll take the compliment, thank you.” Nico answered him with what appeared to be a failed nudge into his chest, followed by a deep grumble of him and then, a ghost of a kiss, planted where his heart was supposed to be. His hand found the back of Nico’s hair and he started running his fingers through them. “It’s okay, just sleep for a bit, hm?” After a while, Martino went back to drawing circles on his back. Lines and curves and what not followed, until he felt Nico fall asleep on his chest, breathing steadily with his face burried in the crook of his neck. He continued to hold him, yet when his stomach started making low rumble noises, he carefully untangled himself from Nico’s embrace. He made sure his boyfriend was covered comfortably when he left his room. ☆．。．:*･° He found his mother in the kitchen, who seemed to look for something inside of the fridge. “Hey ma”, he greeted. She turned around and gave him a smile. “Hey you.” “What are you looking for?” He pointed to the fridge. “Well something we can have for dinner. I don’t think we have enough for the three of us.” “No? Well, I don’t think Nico will eat with us today.” “He left without saying good-bye?” “No, no, he’s sleeping”, he calmed his mother down who was definitely shocked of the mere possibility. He grunted. “Why are you laughing, eh?” “No, I’m sorry. It’s just your face.” “Ah, so my face is funny now, too?” She laughed now as well, and he couldn’t help but crack up.“You know what?” “No, tell me.” “I’m happy you were offended that he’d leave without saying good-bye.” “Well, it’s not like him to do something like that, is it?” “No yeah, it really isn’t. It’s good to, uh, it’s good to see you get along well.” “He makes it rather easy. That boyfriend of yours and his charm. It’s really something.” “Yeah.” He looked down, grinning from ear to ear, before he lifted his head up again, looking at his mother, who was still standing in front of the fridge with her face aligned to him. She looked content. It was his favourite look on her, without a doubt. If only he could make it to never go away. “So listen, you don’t think he’ll be hungry when he wakes up? I could rush down to Samir to get some more ingredients.” “I’m not sure he will wake up anytime soon. He seemed really out of it. He’s probably sleeping through the night.” “Rough day at school?” “I’m not sure. More like a rough week, I think.” His mother closed the fridge and walked over to him still standing in the door. “What’s up, my love?”, she asked carefully, but with this fierceness of her that made him shiver. It was typical of his mother to know that there was something up with him and sometimes he wished she wasn’t capable to read him like a book. But she was, and so they were standing on the treshold looking at each other when he felt his eyes swell up with tears. He gulped. “If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine, Marti, just tell me.” She caressed his cheek and he gave in, cautiously at first, and then, an instant later, he hugged her to his chest. “Ouuff!” „Sorry. Sorry, ma” he breathed out. There was only dry air in his lungs. At least it felt like it. „No, no, it’s okay. Come, sit down.“ She tried to guide him to the table in the living room, but he held on to her. „Hey, hey“, his mother tried calming him down stroking his back and some short time later his hair. He suppressed a sob and only as he gained control of his breathing, he was ready to let go. After they settled down at the table, chairs facing each other, his mother took his hand and stroked it gently. It felt as if minutes passed until he could talk. „I’m��� I’m worried he’s not feeling good. That… that something’s not right again and that I… that I can’t do anything to help him.” He suppressed another sob and looked into his mother eyes which a part of him regretted since she looked back at him worriedly. He had promised not to worry her anymore, didn’t he? Why couldn’t he keep his damn promise? „Marti, oh, my boy.” She enclosed his hands with her own, giving them a squeeze. „You’re doing enough, believe me. Your’re so good with him. Don’t doubt yourself, okay?” He tried to answer with a nod, but he was absolutely sure he failed regarding in that aspect, and so he gave his mother’s hand a little squeeze, so she’d know he had heard her at least. „Ma, I have been terrible to you when you were… suffering. And I’m so sorry for treating you badly then. I hope you know that.” He touched his brow and rubbed over the tiny hairs there to gather himself. He didn’t dare look at his mother. He was certain, he wouldn’t continue talking; so he straightened his back a little and carried forward. “I’m trying to-to be optimistic now, but what if he gets sick of that? What do I do when that’s not helping? Maybe I don’t understand him enough. I want to make him feel better and I know I can’t really do that, you know? It’s not up to me. Not entirely anyway.” He put his hand back on his thigh and immediately found it enveloped in his mother’s hand. „Marti, you’re doing wonderfully, believe me. Nico appreciates everything you do; I can see it in his eyes. If you are afraid, you’re being too optimistic or whatever it is, you can ask him. But listen, what matters most is that you stay true to yourself while trying to help him, okay? I think he wouldn’t feel comfortable sleeping in your bed right now, if there was a problem with what you’re doing.” „You really think that?” He finally looked up and found his mother gazing at him. She beamed with certainty. „I do. He can be himself here with you and that is all the answer you need. At least to me.” „He thinks he’s getting me down with his moods. With his disorder.” He wiped away a tear. And another. „Well, that’s normal I think. I mean, he’s afraid he’ll drown you with his sorrow and he wants to protect you from that. But those are moments he has, you know, it’s not always like that. He doesn’t have those kind of thoughts all the time. He doesn’t want to lose you, sure, but mostly, he just wants to feel better.” He glanced at his mother, who was giving him an encouraging nod.„Do you feel like that, too? When you are being down?“ She took a moment to answer. „Well, I always feel a heavy amount of regret. It is as if I have no control over disappointing people, especially you. I feel like I’m letting you down. I feel ashamed that I don’t have the power to make myself happy.“ He squeezed her hands. “You know, it isn’t your fault.“„And it isn’t Nico’s fault, nor yours. There’s nothing at fault here. It is what it is.“ He pondered a while over his mother’s words while she losened her grip on his hand. A moment later, he felt her caressing his cheek. It tickled. He smiled at her. „You really think I’m doing the right thing? Maybe I could be more thoughful?“ She softly tugged at some of his loose curls, before she brushed them to the side. „If you ask me that, then I think you’re precisely in the right place.“ He frowned at her. „Listen, ma, I know you understand Martinese, but I’m not sure I understand your own version of it.“ „Oh you little shithead.“ She pinched him in the cheek which he answered with a fake cry of hurt, more or less. „Listen, you are questioning whether you’re reacting correctly or not and I think that says it all. I am positive you shouldn’t change your behaviour, but I don’t have an answer to everything. So, I’d say go ask him, if you find the courage.“ „Okay.“„That boy of your needs reassurance. He doubts he’s not good enough for you… when he has these moments, alright? And I know it’s not always easy reassuring someone, especially those who are closest to you, but try to remember, he doesn’t do it in order to hurt or annoy you.“ „I think I understand what you mean.“ He gave his mother a little smile. „Marti?“ „Yes?“ She was at his hair again, before she took his face into her hands. „I’m so proud of you. I hope you know that. I haven’t said it often enough I think, and I’m sorry. But I am so very proud of you.” She nodded as if to support her message. “My brave boy.” He sensed a sudden warmth spreading out on his back and on his cheek. It flowed through his whole body, almost igniting him with fire.„Ma…“ He felt tears on his cheek, running to the corner of his mouth in speedlight. She gave him a kiss to the forhead and he almost lost the rest of his self-restraint. If it weren’t for her firm grip, he would have melted right on the spot, tumbling to the ground. „Let’s have dinner, yes? What do you say to pasta with pesto? There are enough ingredients to make it. We can always leave enough for Nico, if he decides to eat later.“ He hadn’t regained his composure yet, so he just nodded. When his mother stood up to leave for the kitchen, he tugged at her hands. „What is it? You don’t want to have pesto tonight?“ He smiled sheepishly. „You know I could eat that kind of pasta every night.“ „Well?“, she asked with a chuckle. He gave her hand a squeeze, something he had done quite a lot tonight, but this wasn’t one made of gratitude. He took a deep breath, and then, with as much wholeheartedness he was able to manage, he told her what he wished he had told her more frequently. “Ma, you’re the best mom one could hope for. I hope you know that. I love you, I really do. With all my heart.“ It’s funny, he thought, when he noticed the tears forming in her eyelids, he never felt more happy to have said those words. Never more grateful. For his mother’s eyes were shining with bliss. “Marti…” He stood up. „Okay, I think we cried enough for the day. And I’m really starving by the way. All this talk about my fave pasta?“ „Let’s make dinner, then”, she nodded, still regaining her composure. „You know, we could also watch something together.“ „Sure, if you feel like it.“ „Okay, but not this weird show you’ve been telling me about. I don’t wanna watch that.“ „And what do you wish to watch?“ „I don’t know.“ „Well, let’s talk this over, then.“ They walked back into the kitchen and started preparing everything for his favourite pasta. He sensed her glancing at him from time to time and he almost called her out on it, when she invaded his space − yet again − to give him another kiss on the cheek, telling him how much she loved him back and that he meant the world to her. Not with despair like it happened so many weeks ago, but with serenity and sincerity. Had his relationship with his mother ever been this good? Maybe, when he was still a child, he didn’t remember anymore. He wished he had been a lot nicer to her on many occasions, but maybe they were meant to lose their connection for a while. Just so they could be there for each other at this given moment. He knew he’d never dare hurt her again as he used to. He’d never hurt anyone like that again. He vowed this silently to himself, when he pestled the basil in the mortar. ☆．。．:*･° His mom had dozed off here and there into the third episode of ‘Medici: Masters of Florence.’ There were some scenes he’d rather had not watched with his mother being in the room, but other than that he enjoyed the storyline of the show. The Medici’s ambitions were inspiring and a bit scary at the same time. The visuals were breathtaking and Cosimo de’ Medici reminded him a bit of Nico. They both were attracted to art. In this dream-like kind of way, almost dissolving, yet always hungry for more. On the one hand he wanted to continue watching the show, but his mother had to go to bed and he himself felt getting tired as well. It also had been a while since he’d checked up on Nico and he had a guilty conscience about it. So, he wished his mother a good night’s sleep and started tidying up the kitchen. Just as he had finished putting the dishes into the dishwasher, his phone buzzed. It was Giovanni. {-Hey bro, what’s up? We spontaneously went out to this bar we talked about earlier. Do you guys wanna come? Luchì is already drunk as fuck. He is making weird dancing moves.-} Enclosed was a picture of Luca with what appeared to be coasters on his head. His friend’s hair was sticking out in all directions. He suppressed a chuckle and started typing a reply. No, fuck it, he thought and dialed his best friend’s number. “Pronto?” “Hey, what did you do to Luchì?” “Nothing! I swear! He just gets drunk super fast, you know that.” He heard Elia in the background bellowing profanities. “Alright alright, I believe you.” “So? The bar isn’t far from your house. You could be here in twenty minutes.” A pause. “If you guys want. I mean, is Nico still at your place?” “Yeah. Yeah he is. He’s sleeping though.” “Ah okay. Everything alright?” “Not sure.” “What’s up?” “For now he’s just tired, I think.” “You need anything?” He was leaning against the counter and took some time to answer. Shit, he really had the greatest best friend in the world. “Yo, you’re still there?” “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I’m not… I’m not sure what you could do? I’m gonna go to bed soon, you know.” “Okay, bro. I’m sorry.” “What? Don’t worry.” “No, yeah, I mean we haven’t been here long. It kind of escalated quickly. I wanted to call you earlier, but I didn’t want to interrupt you guys or anything.” “Interrupt us?”’ “Yeah, I wasn’t sure what you guys were up to today, so.” He cleared his throat. “No, we were just- we weren’t really doing anything. Nico was drawing and I− wait, did you think you could interrupt us during sex?” He heard Giovanni making a weird voice, he wasn’t sure what exactly it was, but it sounded weird. “Like I’d be able to answer the phone then.” Giovanni snorted with laughter. “Sorry, bro. No. I mean yes, I’m not sure. I guess I just wanted to give you some space.” “Wait, why?” “I don’t know. I just− we’ve been doing a lot of stuff together. You know, with Nico, too. And I know you guys sometimes wanna hang out together just the two of you.” “Okay, but we already do that. I’m not sure I’m following you here.” “Listen, man−“ He heard Luca and Elia giggling in the background. “Wait a sec.” After a couple of seconds later, Giovanni was back at the other end of the phone, chuckling. He felt a weird knot in his stomach. They seemed to have fun. He spent many wicked nights just doing shit with the boys which he supposed they were doing now. It wasn’t as if he wanted to join them. Perhaps he did, but not like this. Not with Nico sleeping in his room or maybe not sleeping, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps he was twisting and turning under the blankets right now, hell, he didn’t know. If the day had been different, Nico would be standing with him in the kitchen, listening to the conversation and probably dragging him out to join the boys this instant. “Yo, bro, what is it with you and your pauses today?” “Sorry! I didn’t know you were back in the line.” Giovanni breathed into the ear cap audibly. “What’s up, Marti? I can hear you think.” “Oh God, you’re so annoying, you know that?”, he blurted out. “Come on, bro. Just tell me.” “It’s nothing. And by the way, you haven’t answered me yet.”Giovanni seemed to think about what he meant for a second, but he was quickly back on track. “Ah, about earlier. Well, I didn’t want to interrupt you guys, because I thought it was possible Nico would just sleep at yours. Like, I don’t know man, he looked fucking exhausted earlier.” “Yeah?” “Listen, it was obvious. And I know you noticed that. Of course, you did. And I respect that you don’t want to talk about his health with us. Or me.” “I’m not- I’m not excluding you, am I?” He touched his chin and rubbed over the skin a bit. “What? No, no, bro. Forget it.” “I’m not sure what’s happening right now anyway, but look, I’m sorry, if I am being weird about it.” “You’re not, relax. I mean it’s not that we don’t talk about it at all, you know? It’s all good. But just so you know, I know something’s up with you, too. And you can talk to me about it- if you want.” It was really obscure. He felt tears forming in his eyes for – he didn’t know for how many times – of the day. Giovanni continued talking. “You know, if you’re not sure what’s happening with Nico right now, why don’t you ask him? He won’t get weird about it. You talk about this stuff, right? Listen, he’s not gonna run away, because you’re not sure what’s up with him. Like this is so typical of you−“ “Fuck, you’re like my mom, I swear”, he interrupted his best friend. “I’m sorry, WHAT?” Giovanni failed to sound offended, he could clearly hear the amusement in his best friend’s voice. “Yeah. She told me something similar earlier. Like she thinks I’m handling it fine and all that, but I’m not sure.” “Well, she’s right. You know, you should listen to her all the time, dickhead.” “Fuck you.” “Right back at ya. So, maybe we can hang out tomorrow or on Sunday.” “Yeah, sure. What about FIFA? I think you need a nice lose.” “Hilarious. Listen, Elia started doing weird stuff now, too.” “Well, good to know a mom is with−“ “Fuck you! You better have called Nico’s mom, remember when−“ “I did that earlier, thank you very much.” His best friend chuckled at the other side of the line. “Okay. Later, bro.” “Giò?” “Yeah?” “Thanks, man.” “Welcome.” “Say hi to the guys.” “I will. Ciao, bro.” “Ciao.” As soon has they had ended the call, a sudden burst of fear hit him hard. It was something Giovanni had said and he lost track of his breathing just thinking about it. What the hell, Martino. Get it together. He managed to clean up the rest of the kitchen. He didn’t know how he did it, his mind kept going back to Giovanni’s words. Come on, you can do it. Face it. He went to brush his teeth in the bathroom and splashed water in his face. When he looked into the mirror, he didn’t like what he saw. He felt tired and that was exactly how he looked. Whatever he had to face, he couldn’t face it in this state. His phone buzzed on his way to his room and with a quick glance he saw that he had received a message from Filippo.j his can wait until morning, he thought, but ultimately decided against it. Filo had been a rock for him on many occasions. He was there for him when he was left all alone in Milan, and maybe it was his anxiety talking right then, but if it was an emergency, he’d never forgive himself. So, when he opened the message with a picture of a brown-haired man with the caption {-Whatcha think?-}, he breathed out a somewhat pathetic sound of relief. Goddamn, get it together. He replied with {-about to fall asleep. but he’d look good with you x-} and then muted his phone. Before he pressed down the doorknob, he breathed in and out a couple of times. His room was painted in low light since he didn’t turn off the lamp on his desk when he left earlier. Nico was lying on his belly with a pillow tucked underneath his torso. His dark curls were slightly illuminated and he took his time to look at him. His boyfriend had moved closer to the left side of the bed which he tended to do when he slept alone. His stomach made a flip. He felt a lot of things at the same time. Sadness, surely, because Nico wasn’t feeling so well. But most of all, he felt gratitude. Nico was here, lying in his bed. It was a miracle. Nico was his miracle. He continued standing in the exact same spot for a couple of minutes just looking at the beautiful sight in front of him. He was also waiting for the tears to stop. Quietly, he had started crying again. He wasn’t sure what it was that made him spill those many tears today, but they kept coming out of his eyelids with no restraint whatsoever. Maybe he stayed there for five minutes, maybe ten minutes passed until he moved to his closet to change into his pyjamas, he couldn’t tell. He thought about lying down in his nook beside the window, because he was afraid he’d wake up Nico when he’d join him under the blanket. It was just that he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Which felt strange to say the least. Any other night, he would just lay down next to Nico no questions asked, but tonight it all felt so fragile. While he was grateful that Nico was here with him, he was also afraid. I don’t wanna lose him. His brain really went nuts today, he thought, as he tried shaking off any feeling of trepidation. With caution, he finally slipped under the blanket and waited to get warm. He arranged the pillow a bit and felt something poking his head. Nico’s sketchbook and his pencil. Right, he had put them there earlier. He fetched them and placed them on his bedside cabinet, with the pencil inside the book. It made the pages stick out a bit and he could catch a glance of what appeared to be a thread trailing through mountains? That’s what it looked like. He moved a bit closer to the bedside cabinet, when he heard Nico move. “Hey, whatcha doing? Stealing glances at forbidden goods?”, he teased groggily. “Hey, no. I−I was just putting your stuff away. It’s not very comfortable sleeping with them under my pillow, you know?” “You’re such a liar.” “You know nothing”, he answered and moved back to lay on his side, looking at his boyfriend. “Hey.” He touched his cheek cautiously and rubbed his thumb over the skin a bit. “Hey.” Nico put the pillow under his head, smiling sleepily, before he took his hand and enveloped it in his own. “How are you feeling?” “Exhausted.” “What can I do?”Nico kissed his hand which took him somewhat by surprise. He wasn’t sure why. “You’re already doing enough.” “Yeah?” “You’re like a fresh ocean’s breeze on a hot summer’s day.” He chuckled at his words. “How’s that?” “Well, you know that feeling, when it gets so hot during the summer you struggle breathing? And you’re looking for something to cool down? You’re at the beach or making a stop at a bar trying to escape from the dry air on the streets. And when a breeze brushes your face, it’s the best feeling in the world. It makes you feel alive again.” Nico pressed a kiss into the palm of his hand. His lips stayed there for a while, until he spoke again. “And you’re that breeze that never fades away that day entirely. Or on any day. You always come back.” Nico’s words left him stunned. He wasn’t as eloquent as him, so he did the only thing he could think of in that moment. With as much gentleness as he could muster, he rolled on top of Nico and took his head into his hands, balancing his weight with his elbows. He started with a kiss on his forehead. The soft skin under his eyes were next. “You know, I’d never leave in the first place.” He then kissed his nose, his upper lip, his cheeks, and finally, a kiss fully on the lips, hoping Nico could feel the promise he’d just given him. “If you don’t want me to leave, I won’t.” He smiled timidly at his boyfriend and then he positioned himself back on his side. Nico grabbed at his hand. “If I don’t want you to?” “Yeah.” “Marti, why should I want that? Why should I want you to leave?” He saw confusion in Nico’s eyes and he could have kicked himself. “Yeah, I mean…” He cleared his throat. “I don’t know. I- sometimes I’m afraid I’m doing something wrong… or you know, choose the wrong words. Maybe I’m too cheerful when you’re feeling down, maybe that will annoy you sooner or later, maybe I’m not thoughtful−“ “I can’t believe you’d say something like that. You absolute idiot.” He stayed silent and just looked at Nico who wore an incredulous look on his face. “Have I given you the impression that I don’t appreciate what you do? For me? I’m so incredibly thankful for everything; you have to know that, Marti. I know I’m impossible to handle at times, but I swear, I’d never want to make you uncomfortable. I swear…there’s no way I’d want you to leave. I swear…” He listened to Nico’s accelerated breathing and felt like the dumbest idiot. “I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “You did nothing wrong. It’s me. It’s my brain that thinks I’m not being good enough. I’m sorry.” He choked back tears. Nico mirrored his position without letting go of their entwined hands. “Marti…” “I’m sorry I put this weight on you, Ni. It wasn’t my intention. I just, sometimes I feel a little helpless. I haven’t handled my mother’s depression very well. I’ve been mean to her. I can’t be mean to you. I don’t ever wanna be mean to anybody again.” Nico moved closer to him until he could lay his head on top of his upper body. “You’re not, I promise.” He took a deep breath. “Hey, would you do me a favour?” A nod. “If I ever say something weird or inappropriate about your mental health and I’m too dumb to notice, will you tell me?” Nico puffed out a bit of air. “Okay. But there won’t be need to.” “Well, I’ve done it in the past. So, you never know, right.” “Marti, amore…” “I still need to learn a few things, I know that.” He felt feather-light caresses roaming over his chest. He took a moment to breathe it all in, and then his hand wandered to the back of Nico’s head and he started messaging his skin there. “That’s nice. You’re nice,” Nico mumbled after a while. “Well, I hope so. You’re not too bad either, you know.” He traced the shape of a heart, but the hair made it difficult. “Good to know.” His boyfriend emerged from his position somewhere between his upper body and upper arm. It was a good thing he hadn’t turned off the light, for Nico was full on grinning one of his extra bright smiles he seemed to reserve for him only. “I’m very much in love with you.” He felt the corner of his mouth skyrocket. “Ni, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He moved down to him so he could capture his lips with his own. Nico’s arm wandered to his shoulder where he tugged at his shirt. Soon, his boyfriend caressed his neck with his thumb and he sensed this incredible sensation there that also made his toes curl.Nico’s thumb wandered to his jawline, when he suddenly stopped. “Marti, you’re crying.” “I am?” They looked at each other and Nico started tracing his tears with a worried expression. “Ni.” “Marti, don’t cry.” “Ni, look at me.” He complied with his request, yet still carrying worry in his eyes. “Those are tears of joy, Ni.” There was something ghost-like in Nico’s expression, when he looked into his eyes, but they softened rather quickly.“Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Tears of joy?” “Tears of joy”, he chuckled. “Okay, that’s good, right?” A hesitant smile. “I suppose it is.” “Those are tears” – he traced the path of them on his cheek – “tears of joy, because you’re so godamn lucky you’re with me?” It wasn’t really a question, more like a challenge. Nico looked smug. He smiled benignly. “Yeah, just like I said, dumbass.” And Nico’s body trembled of laughter. Softly, because it was a long day and he still looked very exhausted, but when his laughter emerged from deep inside of his belly, well, it was his favourite sound and he’d do anything to hear it. See it. Feel it. He tugged at Nico’s arm. “Come on, let’s sleep.” “You’re bossy today.” “Oh? But it’s part of my job, remember?” He felt Nico wrap himself up on his upper body again. “I don’t want you to think of this as a job, you know.” “I don’t see it like that. I’d never treat you like that. You know that, right? This is just my dumb humour.” “Ah, here we are. You finally admit you’ve got a weird sense of humour.” “Ha. Just go to sleep will you.” “You’re really something, huh?” Nico’s words became slurred again. He hugged him tight to his chest feeling his own exhaustion wash over him. “We’ll talk tomorrow if you want. Maybe I have a question or two for you.” “Sure. But don’t cry again, okay?” “I’ll try.” “Only tears of joy, Marti.” “Okay, Ni.” “Goodnight.“ “Goodnight.” He planted a kiss on the top of his head. “Sleep well.” He sensed a kiss grazing his neck and a sigh escaped his lips. It was fascinating how fast Nico fell asleep on his chest. It didn’t take long and he was listening to his steady breathing. While he was tired out himself, he didn’t fell asleep right away. No, he concentrated on Nico’s breathing instead which made the rest of his uneasiness disappear bit by bit. He drew circles on his back occasionally thinking how lucky he was that he could be here with him. Tomorrow, they could talk more seriously, if Nico was up for it. Perhaps he’d been a bit overprotective. But he didn’t want to think about that anymore. There was no rush. The boy he fell in love with last autumn was lying in his arms and all was good in the world again. He turned his head so he could lay it down on Nico’s, and right before he drifted off, he sensed wetness emerging from his eyes. But he smiled. He smiled, because those weren’t tears of sadness. Not at all, no. ☆．。．:*･° fin ☆．。．:*･°

CHAPTER 2

The next day at school was torture. He arrived early and planned on trying to talk to Marinette but she walked in seconds before the bell ran. She didn't so much as look at him when she passed him and he slumped further into his seat.

Her presence behind him did nothing for his state of mind and he basically spent the entire day incapable of comprehending anything that was taught while she spent it resolutely avoiding him.

So imagine his surprise when the school day drew to an end and she called his name. He turned with wide eyes, afraid that if he said anything, she'd walk away without another word.

But she only smiled shyly and waved, "Hi."

He tried to smile back but found it was practically impossible to do so. "Hey. Marinette, I-" He wasn't sure what he was going to say but she saved him the trouble by lifting her hand and stopping him.

"Please, I just really need to say this."

Her big blue eyes looked up at him imploringly and he basically had no choice but to nod wordlessly.

She took a deep breath and began, "I like you, Adrien. I've liked you since the day you gave me your umbrella." She smiled fondly even as Adrien felt like she'd punched him in the gut - honestly, he would've taken the punch a lot better.

Because she'd liked him since then?

Seemingly oblivious to his inner turmoil, Marinette barreled on forward at full speed, "And it wasn't because you were handsome or a model or even the son of my favorite fashion designer. I liked you because you were kind and you genuinely cared. And I know you don't like me-"

She faltered and Adrien tried to make his jaw work, tried to say something but it was like his mind had completely shut down.

"And that's okay." Marinette finally continued, "You shouldn't feel guilty about that because that's not how love works. I of all people should not expect that of you, especially when I know what it's like to have someone like me and not like them back."

At this, Adrien blinked; who…? There was no way he was asking though so he swallowed his curiosity and continued to listen to this sweet girl pour her heart out, all the while knowing he didn't deserve it.

"And it would be a lie for me to tell him I do like him even if was to spare his feelings. Because in the end it would hurt worse."

Marinette smiled a watery, broken smile, "So thanks for being honest,"

Adrien swallowed tightly and his hands clenched into fists at his side.

Marinette blinked hard before saying, "And basically I just want you to know that I'm not angry at you or anything but I just need space, I guess. And eventually I'll move on and you'll move on and we'll hopefully laugh about this someday." She blinked hard again, "So yeah, bye!"

Adrien watched her run off with one of his hands outstretched and trapped words on his tongue. After few moments, he lowered his hand and bowed his head. It was useless, even if he were to catch up with her, he'd never know what to say.

With a heavy heart, he exited the school, mumbling something about "After school meeting" at the Gorilla's inquiring look before getting into the car.

Once at home, he immediately ran up to his room and let Plagg out.

"What do I do, Plagg?" he said miserably.

The Kawmi shot him an annoyed look, "I believe you asked me this like-" he paused, "Okay, I didn't count but it was a lot. My advice on love is all the same; just stick to cheese… which speaking of," he looked at Adrien pointedly.

Adrien for his part just scowled, "You can't tell me you've never felt love," A thought occurred to him suddenly, "What about Ladybug's kwami?"

Plagg scrunched up his nose, "Cookie? Don't be ridiculous and give me my cheese."

Adrien lifted an eyebrow because for a second he'd seen something like a deer (cat?) staring at headlights expression on Plagg and he was not letting this go."

"Nuh uh, what's the story?"

"Nothing! I'm not mushy like you!"

"But you still like her!"

"I do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Yeah, you do!"

"Just give me my cheese!"

Adrien shook his head, "Give me some useful advice!"

Plagg crossed his tiny arms and looked away, "I'm not talking,"

"Fine, maybe I'll just tell Ladybug my kwami has a-"

And it was like he opened a geyser, "FINE! Look, like pigtails told you, she needs space. Give her the space, she'll get over you and you'll be able to go back to being just friends. In the meantime, visit her as Chat Noir or something because obviously she's a very important friend you want to stay in touch with." Under his breath he muttered something like, "stuck with- incompetent- hopeless- blind-" before more loudly saying, "And give me my cHeEse!"

Adrien finally did as requested before sitting back to think. He couldn't believe he was actually going to take Plagg's advice on anything much less something to do with love but his advice actually wasn't that bad.

So that's what he did. As Adrien's interactions with Marinette dwindled down to zero, Chat Noir's visits doubled in size.

He knew the sad look in her eyes was his fault and was therefore determined to do anything he could to see her laugh… even take up the baking classes Mr. Dupain had offered.

Needless to say, Chat Noir was a horrible baker. Baking after all was a gift and he most certainly was not given it. However when his first batch of cookies emerged from the oven as deformed, toasted lumps and Marinette laughed so hard she cried, he knew it was all worth it.

From then on he learned how to make cupcakes, muffins, chocolate cake, macaroons, and various other pastries. They were all (far) below the Dupain-Cheng standard but Chat Noir was sure he could be one of the best bakers in Paris and he still wouldn't reach that standard.

It still hurt when Marinette passed his seat in class without so much as glancing him but the fact that he could visit her later as Chat Noir usually softened the blow. The blow still came though and he wouldn't deny that when Marinette finally offered him a small wave in greeting after about three months of complete avoidance, it was like he was on cloud nine for the rest of the day.

Then he was placed in a group project with her along with Nino and Alya and that was able to solidify the fragile string of hope Adrien was clinging onto.

Because Marinette didn't stutter around his anymore… at all. She completed her sentences without so much as a pause and was confident in what she said.

She even joked around with him. Teasing him about he might be smarter at physics but she was far more creative (which Adrien really couldn't disagree on).

And it wasn't an act either. Her smiles weren't strained and the softness in her bluebell eyes was genuine.

Slowly but surely their tight knit group grew back together and Adrien was able to see the side of Marinette he usually only saw as Chat Noir. The boldness mixed with the sweetness that was just so Marinette. She wasn't afraid to stand up for what she believed in and she also didn't hesitate to lend a hand to those who needed it.

She could be an anchor and that all Adrien remembered thinking as he sprinted across the rooftops. Because naturally his father would choose to completely shut himself away from the world on Adrien's mom's birthday.

He still didn't seem to understand that it wasn't only him who grieved, still didn't understand that Adrien needed him - his dad - and not the cold man he'd become. Because somehow Adrien hadn't just lost his mom; in the process he's also lost his dad.

He was on Marinette's balcony before he knew it and right on cue, the trapdoor opened.

"Hey, Kitty-" Marinette faltered and her eyes widened, "What's wrong?"

Chat Noir could do nothing but shrug helplessly, "Personal life stuff. Mind if I come in?"

In response she marched over and literally dragged him in, "Of course not, you stupid cat!"

After he'd gotten settled, she took a seat beside him and quietly said, "I know you can't talk about it but I'm still here for you, okay?"

And that was all Chat Noir needed to hear. With a choked sob, he placed his head on her lap and let his silent tears fall.

Marinette let out a surprised, "oh," before beginning to run her fingers through his hair.

Chat Noir closed his eyes and managed to hoarsely say, "Thanks, Princess."

He heard the smile in her voice as she said, "Always, Kitty."

And that was how he remained tethered to the ground even as storm of emotions raged on inside him. Because Marinette was his anchor.

He just didn't realize the implications her being his anchor an entailed (tried not to think about those implications more like it because that's what a torn heart will make you do) until an akuma attack..

Because really, with his luck how could he truly expect anything different?

/0\0/0\0/0\

AN: And the plot thickens! *rubs hands mysteriously*

Have I mentioned this will be a reveal fic? Oh and have I also mentioned this is a three-shot? (yes, that means next chapter is the reveal yayy!)

And have I also mentioned THANK YOU SO MUCH?! Seriously, the support for this story totally caught me off guard so thank you to everyone reading, faving, following, and reviewing!

Chapter 3 will be out next Thursday (not in a month like this chapter which I am so sorry about) so look for it then!

Thanks again and till next time!

~LB

BTS Ship | 1

Request: For BTS ships! My name is Kate, Im an ISTJ, I like to travel or go on food adventures every week but also stay home and sleep in. I like to be early or on time for meetings and being late is a pet peeve. My friends would say im a very kind and caring person, who is also funny and a little weird at times. My height is 165cm, Im 20, I have long brown hair (dyed) og colour was black, brown eyes, althletic build but a little on the chubbier side, baby faced, and ppl like my smile+eye smile! Thanks!!

Unedited

I ship you with!!

Our worldwide handsome Mr. Kim Seokjin

Description:

I totally see you with Jin. It’s a little well known fact that Jin’s ideal type would be a chubby girl so there would be no doubt he would love all your angles and curves. He would fawn over your small height but that’s more for the soft section. He would have fallen for your cute and silly personality but your looks are a great bonus.

Soft Section:

Yes the soft section

you both would constantly talk about your love for food

you would sometimes act like you were food critiques when you two would finish a date at a restaurant

He would constantly ask you to join his eatjin lives

it would usually end with him staring at you in awe with your mouth full and the viewers happily watching

your way for seeking adventure is what drew Jin to you

he was really cautious about the things he did

but if he tried something knew he was fine as long as it was with you

you both were that silly couple

your constant goofiness would have some of the members cringing

and some of them being a little jealous

most of the time they would kick you two out of the dorm because of the constant yelling and laughing fits you two would have in the living room

When you two were alone though Jin would constantly admire you

I imagine you both sitting on the beach at night

with Jin’s head on your lap

and you staring at the waves running your hands through his hair

he would list off the things he loved about you

like your long gorgeous hair that he admittedly loved the smell of

your cute height to which he would tease a bit at

your eyes; the ones he would catch himself lost in sometimes

and most of all, you

NSFW Section:

Tbh things in bed stayed minimal

not that either of you ever really minded

jin just loved the feeling of having you close to him in such an intimate way that he wanted to savor the moment for all he could

He was very passionate

You would sometimes ask to try something new

Hesitant at first he would eventually oblige to your ideas

as long as it wasn’t something outrageous that could possibly hurt either of you

he also would never switch with you

If anything stayed the same every time in bed it was definitely his dominance

Drabble:

“But this whole aisle is full of spices, how should I know which is right for chicken? It’s chicken!” You exclaimed into your cellphone slightly panicked. You had your friend on the other end of the line who was trying to help you prepare for tonight's dinner that involved your parents and a close family to them. Unfortunately you had offered to cook but the whole ordeal for the evening was already creating anxiety for you, you had no clue where to start with dinner.

“How am I supposed to know? Do I look like Chef Smith to you?” Your friend huffed back, clearly frustrated with you.

“Is that even a real Chef?” You chuckled.

“And how am I supposed to know? Look, I gave you all the information I could give the rest is up to you my young grasshopper.”

“Hey wait-” You weren’t even able to finish your sentence before your friend hung up on you and left you completely helpless. You let out a long sigh and looked down at your grocery basket that was filled to the brim with everything you could have needed tonight, despite the spices. You looked back up at the large wall filled with random powders that you had no you if you would need or not.

“Hello miss I’m sorry but can I?” A tall handsome broad shouldered man asked pointing to the wall behind you signalling that he needed to get an item off the shelf that you were blocking. You jumped a little and quickly moved out of his way.

“Oh I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it.” He chuckled and gave you a sweet smile. You returned the gesture but soon went back to looking glumly at the spices.

“Everything alright miss?”

You sighed and didn’t even look at him but shook your head side to side. “Not really, do you happen to know what spices would be good to season chicken with? I’m having a dinner tonight and I’m totally at loss.”

He laughed before reaching over your shoulder and grabbing a few bottles that stood right in your face and handed them to you. “I think this should to it.” He smiled.

You sighed and looked up at him with wide eyes. He was a gift sent from heaven.

“Thank you so much,” You took the bottles and placed them in your basket. “I’m Kate, I really appreciate the help.”

“No problem Kate, I hope to see you again.” He winked and turned on his heel to walk away.

Ironically, he was the son of the family that was coming over for dinner.

YAYY!! I really hope you’re happy with it! I’ll be doing some more tomorrow!

Hello, I'm hoping this request is within your rules. Firstly, hello new fan here. I only started watching Voltron within the last month (started it with my bf and we're just one episode away from finishing s4). It's such an amazing show and we loved finding these male characters we can relate to (he's like Keith and I'm like Hunk). Secondly, I got a letter back from the art school I'm applying to (I'm an artist) and they would like to interview me and see my portfolio, which is like yayy! [1/2]

Part 2: But also like aahhh!! Can I request how the paladins would help support a male or gender neutral s/o who is freaking out over getting ready for such a situation or just interactions with an artistic s/o please? Thank you

A/N: First of all, CONGRATS! I HOPE THAT ART SCHOOL GOES WELL FOR YOU! I want an update on that, btw! And second, yes, I will write it! Sounds super cool! And goodness gracious these are long… I hope you like it! 

Lance

 he’d be so proud

like, brag about it to the cashier at the grocery store proud

just as a side note, one thing he likes to do is draw a really terrible scene and see how his s/o improves it

anyways, when his s/o gets the letter from the art school, he’d like, celebrate hard core

balloons

cake

brownies

whatever

confetti too? 

he’d probably help prepare for an interview by asking his s/o different questions they’d probably be asked 

and they go over the questions once a day for a week leading up to the interview

at the actual interview, his s/o looks like a pro at answering the questions

and then he can barely breathe after his s/o gets back from the interview, as they’re both waiting for news

even if his s/o doesn’t get in, he’s really proud that they even got to the interview part

if they do get in, he’s like, so happy and he cries tears of joy

Keith

he’s also really proud

he calls his s/o’s parents to tell them about it

and he helps choose art from his s/o’s collection to show off

like Lance, he helps prepare his s/o for an interview

but he takes creative turns by twisting questions and just making them different every time

but he’s not super overkill like Lance, though

probably starts asking a couple of days before the interview, when anxiety gets really high

he drives his s/o to the interview and takes them to mcdonalds or something to get breakfast

he makes it a huge ordeal

and he waits outside, leaning against the building with his arms crossed and staring at the pavement

or he waits in the car

his music is really loud to drown out his worrying

and he’s tapping the steering wheel anxiously

but he’s strangely calm when his s/o comes out of the interview

it’s like he feels like he needs to be calm for his s/o

showing his anxiety will only make his s/o’s worse

if they don’t get in, he’s supportive

“You can always apply again, right?”

if they do, he’s really happy

orders food from your favorite restaurant 

eats in front of the tv while watching your favorite movie or tv show

Hunk

this boy literally jumps out of his seat when his s/o tells him that they got an interview for art school

he doesn’t really know what to do with that information, but he’s happy because his s/o is

makes s/o their favorite food to celebrate

he tries not to be too involved

he isn’t really sure if his s/o wants his help or not

so he waits until his s/o asks for help

he does, however, make casual suggestions as to which art his s/o should use in their portfolio

takes his s/o to breakfast the morning of the interview

gets them like, five mugs of hot chocolate

lots of crepes and pancakes

it’s at breakfast that he starts asking if they’re ready 

goes over some of the talking points with his s/o 

“I’m really proud of you. Wait until my mom finds out you got into art school! She’ll be so proud!”

he is so confident in his s/o that he’s not really worried about the possibility of his s/o not getting in

if they don’t, he’s really chill about it

“There are other schools, right?”

“You can always apply again, too!” 

ice cream is sure to come that night

if they do get in

he calls his mom the second he finds out

and his mom is screaming on the phone

they go over to his parent’s house for dinner

there are balloons and confetti

Pidge

I’m guessing that there was some sort of similar process to get into the garrison

so she kinda understands

she’s really excited that her s/o got this opportunity

she tries to be as low maintenance as possible while her s/o prepares for their interview

asks if they need anything

won’t ask to do stuff as much

she waits for her s/o to approach her

she makes cookies for her s/o all the time up until the interview

it doesn’t even matter if they’re good or not

her s/o is just happy that she’s trying to cheer them up

tries to psych her s/o up as much as possible

it’s an exciting thing, not something they should be worried about! 

like Hunk, she makes casual suggestions for the portfolio

“Oh, that one of the space ship is really nice…” 

“Remember when you drew Green? I really like that one. It’s pretty” 

“That tree with the monkeys is beautiful. It’s one of my favorites” 

she thinks she’s being smooth

but she’s not

at all

at her s/o’s request, she’ll run through some interview questions with them

she won’t go with her s/o to the interview

but she waits eagerly by her phone for news

if they don’t get in, she’s really supportive

doesn’t bring it up very much

is extra supportive of their art

if they do get in, she gets Matt to help her plan a party of some sort

Shiro

imagine the best hug you’ve ever been given in your entire life

think of how warm it is

it envelops you completely

this is the hug that Shiro gives his s/o this glorious hug

definitely lifts them off the ground

he can’t stop smiling for days

he’d pick up when his s/o is nervous

he helps them plan how to prepare

“Over the next few days, just look at your art and decide which ones you like the best…” 

“A few days before the interview, start going over the questions they sent you…” 

he texts them little reminders

but they aren’t pushy or anything

he tries to make them as nice as humanly possible

drives his s/o to the interview

in fact, he waits in the waiting room 

his leg bounces a lot

the receptionist is a little annoyed

if his s/o doesn’t get in, he’s kinda sad

like, his s/o is amazing???

why not??? 

he’s really loving for the next week or two

if his s/o gets in, he immediately plans to take his s/o out to a really nice restaurant to celebrate

much proud

Allura

she hasn’t seen much of her s/o’s art

but she knows it’s insanely good

so she’s really really proud that they got the letter

tries to get her s/o excited

she knows she would be excited

doesn’t really know how she can help her s/o prepare, but she does her best

she helps pick out art to use in the portfolio

and asks her s/o some of the interview questions 

if her s/o doesn’t get in, she’s not too upset about it

there’s always next year, right? 

she does order their favorite food and watch their favorite movie with them, though

and she’s really affectionate for a little while

if her s/o does get it, she’s not surprised

she’s all, “Of course you did! Have you seen your art?” 

“Yeah, Allura. I’m kind of the one who made it.” 

Coran

there were a lot of artists surrounding him and Alfor before the Altea was destroyed

he’s well acquainted with beautiful artwork

but his s/o’s art is by far better than any he’s seen from Alteans

he’s pretty confident in his s/o’s abilities

tries to keep out of the way during this stressful time

the less trouble he causes, the better

he doesn’t take his s/o to the interview

but he’s really nervous waiting for them to contact him

when he gets the news that his s/o didn’t get in, he’s honestly really upset

like, his s/o’s art is the most beautiful thing ever

so why???

if his s/o does get in, he hugs his s/o so tight they they thing their lungs might explode and eyeballs pop out of their head

he’s just super proud

Matt

 the boy acts like his s/o got in before they even interviewed

they’ll be at the grocery store and he’s all

“Yeah, [Name] here got into art school. They’re a really talented artist” 

“Matt, I haven’t even interviewed yet.” They turn to the cashier. “I haven’t gotten accepted yet. He’s just excited” 

the cashier thinks it’s the cutest thing they’ve ever seen, but just politely smiles

he’s really jittery while his s/o prepares for the interview

a tiny bit annoying

but he soon learns to back off

helps his s/o pick out art

goes over the interview questions a bunch of times

he goes with them to the interview

on the way there, they go stop for lunch

lunch is completely silent, though

Matt isn’t really sure how to distract his s/o from their anxiety

he holds their hand

rubs his thumb over the back of their hand

if his s/o doesn’t get in, he’s quite upset

personally, he thought his s/o was super good

like, good enough to skip art school altogether

but things don’t always go the way they hope

if his s/o does get in, he’s not surprised

“Heck yeah you did, you’re too amazing not to!” 

he celebrates hardcore

confetti to the max

[Title: Midnight Doodles Part 2] ehhhh im bored and during that huge rp on discord i’ve been doodling stuff mainily just the boys in general also yayy more human!modern XD and also oof i have not doodled my precious little trex toon in so long **i forgotten about her ;n;** anywho sammyyy stop’s being an creep, and yes i changed his design yet again now one of the eye has a hole in it revealing his actual eye andddd i also clipped off the horn of the mask an bit and stained it up more than ever~~~ and god damn the smile is creepy- also oof have an purring inky unstable boy cause why not i love him andddd offf this is the best one in my opinion it’s another drawing of post game alpha oof i love how i drew him in that pose and with what’s he saying like he’s asking henry to embrace the ink~~~ over all i had fun doodling these guys and aaaaa hope ya all like them! >W<

exit 83 bootleg live reactions

because i already did it with the australian one

yaaaaay

good job jeremy actor

i wish i could see tho

aw the way his voice got soft when hesaid hero :D

also this is already a bop

wow rich wrote that really fast apperantly

a TINY nitpick (just because im used to the origional cast studio recording) jeremys actor could put in a touch more emotion. he’s not bad at all!!!! he’s good. just sayin

i wanna seeeeee

i take back me earlier comment about more emotion he’s great wow

holt sHIT when the croud screamed for michael?? honestly same

omg yayy we can see the set design! nice

i miss the scream before “im lstenin to marley”

awww my heart <3 he sounded so sympathetic with “how was class u look like ass whats wrong” he’s so sweet

boyf riends

“i hate this school” omg such an angry bab i love it

omg i love christine and her outfit is SO CUTE YES BITCH LONG SOCKS

whoever’s filming? same

oh my god my poor hEART HE’S SO SAD I LOVE IT

HOLY SHIT HE’S SO LONELY AND SAD I FEEL TERRIBLE

u can realy feel how alone he feels. just him singing and the soft piano and he blue lighting and noone on stage close to him? HOLY SHIT

HE’S SO PITIFUL I CANT HELP IT

o love how everyone slowly starts to dance again by first just kind of bouncing and then they turn around one by one? god i love whoever directed/choreographed this

oh he’s so nervous 

my bean <333

CHRISTIIIIINNEEEEE GOD I LOVE EVERY ITERATION OF HER 

im smiling like a doofus i love her and i cant get over how much i love her OUTFIT SHES SO CUTE

shes so bouncy and cute <333 god my weak gay heart

HOLY FUCK

there’s also a part of me that wants to do this

OBLOBLOBLBOBLBOBOBLBOBLO

I WAS NOT FUVKING PREPARED 

I WAS EXPECTING THE SCREAM

AND THE SHE SAYS “so i did it” SO MATTER-OF-FACT-LY 

GOD I LOVE HER

 “aw” honestly same

aw shes so cutesquirming in her chair from exitment

i stg i must hae ghostfilmed this because SAME

“our funds will be diverted to the frisby golf team” “YES” “omg jake”

ME

i feel like jake’s dialogue was kind of monotone and didnt have enough pauses

n the bathroom dialogue was kind of awkward with its pacing, but then again it could have been because of the audience talking. idk

SOAR BI

ITS FROM JAPAAAAAAN

but really rich’s actor is really good from what i can hear

AAAAA 2 PLAYER GAME honestly im not even mad that i cant see they sound amazing

the scamming realization is different but thats not a bad thing

i love michael

and i kind of like that they didnt lunge at every trumpet blare 

FUCKING HELL GOD DAMMI SHIT FUCK DAMN HOLY HELL WHY IIS MY SWEET BABY MICHAEL MELL DABBING MAKE IT STOP FUCKING SHIT LOL

LIKE ITS FUNNY IF HES DOING IRONICLY TO PISS OFF JEREMY (and that seems like a very michael thing to do) BUT ASDFGHJKKLQWEHRDFJGHVB

i am both enraged and laughing my ass off

also shit michael’s actor has a very nice lower vocal range

the legendary fall into the beanbags! yes!

oh my god theyre both such dorks <3

ok i couldnt see that well but apperantly the extras cleaning up the set were dressed as video game characters and omg? that’s genius 

um what’s going on with the drug dealer’s voice? are there 2 of them? is that their squip? i am confusion 

thats what makes it so... AWESOME 

aw... i really wanted to see the squip activate... or at least hear it... :(

HOLY SHIT THE SQUIP IS SUCH A GOOD SINGER

JEREMY asdfghjkl you’re so extra

i love how extra everyone is in this musical its gREAT

are they using a live band for the music? because the trumpet just fucked up

the squip is so EXTRA i wanna see himmmmm

also i just remembered the theory about hiw the trumper blare and the cutoff of the regge time beat was to simulate optic nerve blocking being turned on and it made me sad

but then i was unsad because i remebered how much of a fuckin BOP this whole musical is!!!

lol sarcastic play rehersal is great

in the “from a guy that id never be into” song (sorry i dont know the name) christine sounds less infatuated and more powerful. not sure i like it

lol jeremy’s crying lmao

its kind of funny how they solved the problem of not being able to portray that they were behind the school other than bird chirps and her blatently saying so

lol squip gay “just take me inside you”

oooOOOOOoooo rolling around on the floor? thats new

“extra circular activity” also its cute how he couldn hit that high note

WHY DOES JAKE SOUND LIKE FUCKING KERMIT THE FROG

I AM GOING TO KERMIT

AA I LOVE seeing michael so exited my good baby

wow really good lighting effects

“oh...” same 

“OH MY GOD” same just let me SEE

“i- ag- i drew it right!” lol holy shit

haha its funny watching the squip suffer

ooooooOOOOO THEYRE ROLLING OUT THE BATHTUB IM NOT REAY FOR ALL OF THESE EMOTIONS

that scream

the whole croud is ME aw-ing for michael

ok so u know how i like trans michael (what no im not stalling) what if trans michael is sitting in the bathroom and actually was on his peiod. oof

no imnot crying youre crying TT-TT

omg i completely forgot about all oft the siagogue between MITB and RSAFABDTH

wow all of the dancing in this is great

the squip is such a badass

also i jus noticed this is the first time he came down from his tower thing

OOOH and i assume all of the black figures resemble all of the squips he’s about to unleash upon the school? nice

i live for the squip’s “beep bop boop”s

seriously the squip is such a good villian 

i never really liked the pants song, but its not that bad

AAAAA I LOVE HOW THEY OPENED THE MIDSUMMER NIGHT WITH ZOMBIES thats so cute and cool

AWW Christine sounded do heartbroken :,( “what’s wrong with me now?” NOTHING SWEETIE I LOVE U <333

HOLY SHIT THIS IS SUPER GOOD

watching everyone get squipped is so much fun wow

“IIIIII NNNEEEEEEEEED MMOUUNTAIIIIINNN DEEEEEWWW REEEEEEEEEEED!!!!” lol oy cracks me up every time

MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE 

“give it to me!” “hey, wait! ......................no” “... but i need it D:>” holy shit i cant breathe

i dont think ive ever seen this banter n the middle of the play and im shitting myself laughing

*person filming is zooming in on michael and jeremy cuddling* me: big mood

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOH FUCK” BITCH IF THAT AINT ME

AAA THE SQUIPS DEATH WAS SO MUCH MORE DRAMATIC THAN I COULD HAVE EVER HOPED FOR HOLY SHIT

The girl filming while the squip dies: “no, not my daddy”

RICH MY LISPY BOY

im in awe

they’re all just bouncing up and down this is so cute

i always forget exactly how much i love this mudical but then i watch a booyleg and im sucked right back into bmc hell <3

awe man did u have to cut off right before the final note?

💀 - Someone Deceased & 🍀 - Someone Lucky

Someone deceased:(Going into story mode here! Have a glimpse of Sizhas childhood, introducing the father!)The shrill sound of air being sliced makes Sizhas ears tilt against his head. A thump follows when the sailing object sinks into a plank of wood and someone behind him celebrates."Hahaha! Check that out! It's even closer than last time!" Sizha smiled a bit at his brother with his large eyes and tiny frame huddled by his side. "It was great!"Gazierth was a little taller than his keeper brother but he was still mostly ears and tail. His clothes consisted of a green tunic and cotton slops hung loosely on his body for ease of movement. A bright smirk shimmered on his face. "Think you can do better?""Mm...m'not sure...." "Come onnnn, give it a try!" Sizha progressively shrunk into the gray robe he was wearing. "I...I'm not good with it....""Sizha'to...it never hurts to have another skill." A rich and amber quality voice speaks from behind them. Gazierth turns at the voice and bursts into a run only to almost tackle the man. "Dad!! Dad, look!! I hit the center!!" Sizha tried to scramble to his feet and almost tripped on his robe. The man always towered over them in presence and height as if he were one of the trees. The hue of his skin might as well have been the color of bark but his hair was a caramel brown, accented in streaks of black. Sizha met with those yellow eyes sharply slit unlike his own that rounded much like his mothers. Softly came Sizhas tentative reply. "I..I know dad...""Stand up straight, Sizha'to. Present yourself in able body as your brother has. Healer or not, you are both miqote and of the N'az tribe. You will have to prove yourselves." Gazierths eyes matched in color and his gaze was about as mature as the man. Eyes glinting, he held onto every word said. "I can do it, dad!! I'm strong enough for us both! Sizha can't do it on his own!""...B...but I..I can still be strong." Sizha mumbled as he fidgeted. Gazierth stepped aside as their father strode closer to hear. "Say that again, Sizha'to.""......""I can't hear you. Speak up.""I can...still be strong..."".....Then try it. Azierth. The bow." G'azierth was there within seconds to hand it over. As soon as it was passed to Sizha, he stood straight by his father and waited to watch the situation. Sizha was currently holding the bow as if it might bite him. "....mmmm...""Turn to the target, Sizha'to."Strong hands placed onto his shoulders to shift him in the right direction. The small keeper was already trembling with nerves. "O-o-ok...." Further in the childs mind came a voice not unlike his own.[He's testing us again..?]'I don't like this...I hate it when he does it..'[I don't want to fight.]'I know...but brother is so good at it. What if dad hates us for being weak?'[He's so mean! Show him he shouldn't be mean anymore...]'If I can...make a shot near Azierths..maybe....'The string is drawn back with the arrow in his fingers. [Wait..you're shaking...stop.]The shivers calm enough for him to let the arrow fly into the target. Even though it doesn't hit the center, it does hit the inner second ring. G'azierth cheers behind him excitedly. "Yayy!! You hit it this time!""W..we did!! We did it!" Sizha laughs as he waves his bow around. Their father looks on in silence. But after a moment, he places a hand on Sizhas shoulder. An unreadable expression in his eyes."....You have potential. But you should be careful with it and remember to stand tall and become vigilant. Even against yourself."It was clear that the words didn't sink in at the moment they were spoken but he nodded anyway in answer. "Y..yes father. I...I'll do my best."A pat to Sizha's back was administered with a lingering gaze laced in unspoken words. Their father left his side to the house where a female keeper was waiting quietly. Her long white hair nearly draped to the floor where she sat, red and yellow eyes staring towards the children. "Luhy'a...don't you worry about how it might affect him?" "I worry about how it might affect us all. Sizha, the child could be...." The words fell into silence but the sharpness given in his expression finished it."And I have told you to trust me. Stillglade Fane will help him and us...and more to come. Have faith...." She places her hand on Luhy'a's arm to add a stillness. Luhy'a's eyes were watching the children play but his posture melted steadily. "I have faith in you, Sizha...."Someone lucky:Sizha drew a deep breath and sighed. "Someone lucckkkyyyy.....it's actually hard to come up with an answer. Can it be several people? Maybe even the whole company of Aethertide. No, I AM being serious. Uh...but I do wonder if it fits something like being so unlucky that it starts becoming lucky. After all the things that have happened to the company; we have a mansion after we got kicked out, haven't had anyone lost to voidsent possession after being jumped several times, defeated a third rung voidsent with no one dying in the chaos....so how can I choose one lucky person? They're ALL lucky! That wasn't even half the occurrences either. This one time, T'ze got angry at a group of garleans and gave them a finger and she lit the entire area on fire..." He'll be rambling about guild stories for a little while....