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mellowswriting · 3 years

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Settled - A Sequel to The Future

pairing || Din Djarin x fem!Reader

summary || A glimpse into domestic life with Din.

word count || 4,238

warnings || soft smut, food consumption, pregnant reader, domestic fluff, Din Djarin is the best dad in the universe but we already knew that, Uncle Paz Vizsla bc I’m shameless

a/n || Listen... soft domesticity with Din was something I didn’t realized I needed in life until writing this, so I had so much fun. Thank you to the anons who sent the requests that inspired this!

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Translations: riduur - spouse buir - parent mesh’la - beautiful kurshi’ika - little tree cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

It was the kind of morning people wrote poetry about, line after eloquent line about how the sun broke over the trees in brilliant streaks of orange and pink backed by the symphony of cheerful bird chatter, how the steam from your coffee mug curled through the air in a lazy pirouette, how each sip you took as you read by the open window filled you to the brim with a warm peace that rivaled any other. That kind of tranquility was something you had craved, but never thought you could actually have for yourself.

You were never more glad to be wrong.

Every promise Din made to you, he followed through on. Ma’ira was small but beautiful, covered with lush forests and dotted with turquoise colored lakes, and the second you landed on the planet you just knew. Something about it all felt right. It didn’t take long to find the home you now lived in with your riduur, an almost cottage-like home on the outskirts of town, far enough away that Din felt comfortable enough to strip away his armor more often than not.

It had been a strange adjustment. Din wasn’t used to the possibility of being so open. You weren’t used to the possibility of staying put. But the biggest adjustment of all was the swell of your stomach when you first moved into the house that the two of you had turned into a warm, happy home. Din, being the overachiever of the century, somehow managed to knock you up right on the first try. To say that the both of you were surprised would be an understatement. You expected to have more time, to be able to spend however long it took to find the absolute perfect place to settle down.

In more ways than one, you were beyond glad that your lover was such an overachiever. You would have overthought it all; which planet was the best to settle down on, whether or not the house you chose was the right one, if your town was safe enough. The kiddo growing in your belly like a weed forced you both to make a decision in a timely manner and now you had an incredible husband, a perfect daughter, and another warrior growing strong in your belly.

At two years old, Willow was a bright, vibrant little girl who also managed to create mischief anywhere her little feet could carry her. And with all of that endless bounty of toddler energy? Yeah, you needed those calm mornings as a reprieve from her energy, as much as you loved her

It was the rumble of her bare feet on the wood floors that drew you from the novel in your hands, her wild mess of brown hair the first thing you saw as she clambered in your lap. Her arms wound around your neck as she pulled you into a bear hug, practically choking the life out of you in her excitement.

“Good morning, Willow,” You said as you shifted her weight away from the swell of your belly before brushing her curls out of her face. “How about we go wake up your buir, huh? I think he’s gotten to sleep in enough this morning.”

Willow’s eyes lit up at the mention of her father and she nodded emphatically, already ready to poke at her father until he woke up like she did every morning. You made your way into your bedroom with her on your hip and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight your husband made. Din was still dead asleep, his face buried in the crook of his elbow, the stark contrast of his tan skin against the white sheets made even more striking by the sunlight flooding through the windows. Just like his daughter, his hair was a curly mess atop his head.

You gingerly set Willow down next to Din and she crawled over to kneel at his side and pry his arm away from his face. It woke him up immediately, you could tell by the slight curve of his lips despite his still closed eyes - a game he played almost every morning with his daughter. Next came the poking at his cheeks, then his eyebrows, and then his lips - where Din grabbed her hand and pretended to gobble her up.

“Papa!” Willow squealed, devolving into a fit of giggles as she tried to squirm away. “Mama, help!”

The second you leaned over to try to scoop her up, Din pulled you down onto the bed on top of him and pressed a kiss to your lips, always careful not to put pressure on your stomach. You shifted to lay next to him, propping your baby bump on his side to relieve the tension. Sat there in that bed, your husband rubbing your belly with one warm hand and your toddler jumping and tumbling around the pillows, her peals of laughter echoing off of your bedroom walls… well, it brought you more peace than any early morning sunrise or good book could ever bring you.

“Good morning, mesh’la.” Din murmured against your temple where he pressed a kiss, his voice rumbling low and sleepy. “How’s the book?”

“About halfway through, it’s a good one.” You loved the interest he took in your little hobbies. The newest book in particular was the fourth in a series Din had gotten for you. He knew you liked to read while you breastfed and was more than happy to provide you with as many books as possible. “The little one is kicking up a storm, though. He’s killing my bladder.”

Din hummed as he slid down to speak right into your belly. “Be good to your mama, little one.”

He kissed your baby bump, leaned up to kiss your lips, and then stood to stretch his arms high above his head with a strained groan. “Come on, kurshi’ika, let’s get your hair fixed.”

You smiled at the nickname, watching Din carry his little girl to the bathroom. He may be an intimidating Mandalorian, a big and bad ex-bounty hunter, but he was the softest, sweetest dad you had ever seen. With a low groan, you eased yourself onto your feet and busied yourself with preparing breakfast, and by the time Din emerged from the bathroom with Willow, you had yogurt and a pile of sliced strawberries ready for her.

Sitting down to eat meals together was something you cherished. It felt like a completely different life, back when you and Din would have to sit in separate rooms to eat to protect his creed, back when everything was so complicated. Now Din would share small bites of his own meals with Willow, he talked through mouthfuls of food hidden behind his hand, he cleared the table once all of you were finished. Yet another new side of your soulmate that you had the privilege of seeing.

It didn’t take long for Willow to finish her breakfast and ask to be let down to play. It amazed you how much energy such a small kid managed to contain, watching her zip around the living room without pausing to take a breath. You couldn’t help but laugh as Din tried to keep up with her. Not long ago, you would’ve been right there on the floor with them, but now that pregnancy had shifted your center of gravity and had your back and feet aching constantly, it was too damn hard.

While Willow was lucky to have a dad who had no qualms with crawling around on the floor with her, even he couldn’t rival her energy. Din dropped onto the couch next to you with a long drawn out sigh, watching with raised eyebrows as his daughter shot around the room.

“How does she do it?” He chuckled, shaking his head. You hummed in lieu of an answer and leaned your head against his shoulder. Just like with your first pregnancy, you were tired more often than not and Din’s warmth was like a heavy blanket that could only lure you closer to sleep. Din pulled you closer to rub your belly. “How are we going to do it? With two?”

“If we can handle bounty hunting, we can handle two kids, my love.” You murmured, your eyes falling closed as you relaxed against him.

“Bounty hunting was less scary.” Din said with a huffed laugh and yeah, he wasn’t exactly wrong. But as terrifying as parenthood could be, watching Willow grow and learn made everything worth it. You could see pieces of both of you in her; she had Din’s hair and your eyes. She had her father’s attitude and your perfected puppy-dog eyes. She had her father’s grumpy face and your laugh.

Even so, she was becoming her own person the more she grew. Every annoyed huff, every little pout, every time she jumped out from behind the couch or bed to ‘scare’ one of you, it became more glaringly obvious just how lucky you both were. The little one growing strong in your belly would only add to that luck, you just knew it. Even when your bladder was being used as a trampoline, when the exhaustion got so bad you had to nap in the middle of the day, when the nausea overwhelmed you, there was an underlying tone of luckiness.

Three quick knocks had you easing yourself off of the couch despite Din insisting he could get it. If you stayed on that couch curled up next to him any longer, you would fall asleep and you knew it. A warm rush of air flooded against you when you opened the door and you smiled brightly at the man in front of you.

“Paz! It’s good to see you!” You said as you pulled him in for a hug. “Come on in.”

The second Willow saw him, an excited cry of “Uncle Paz!” echoed through the living room as she scrambled to give him a bear hug. Paz was the one who made you realize that your husband wasn’t an anomaly among Mandalorians - you knew they cherished children, that raising them to be strong and healthy was the foundation of their culture, but you hadn’t realized just how gentle they were with the littlest ones. If anyone had told you before all of this that you would see Din Djarin and Paz Vizsla sitting on the floor and happily playing along with a tea party for a two year old and her stuffed bunnies, you would’ve laughed at the very idea.

But now it was a weekly occurrence, one that you would cherish the memories of for the rest of your life, and you couldn’t imagine life any other way.

“Are you sure she’s ready, cyar’ika?” Din murmured as he watched Willow debate which stuffed animal she should bring with her.

“I definitely think she is. Besides, Jaina and Paz are only a few miles away. If she changes her mind, we’ll go pick her up.” You rubbed his arm reassuringly. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Just nervous.” He grunted.

Willow’s first overnight away was something you both agreed on, but that didn’t mean neither of you were anxious about it. Paz and his wife were the only ones you trusted enough and Maker knows that they didn’t mind helping. You were all family, after all.

“She’s going to be with them while I’m in labor, she needs to be comfortable if she has to stay overnight. But we can put this off a bit longer if you want.” You offered, but he shook his head. No matter when Willow went to spend the night with her Uncle, it was going to be nerve wracking and you both knew it.

You knelt next to Willow and helped her zip up the bag she had stuffed full of toys. “Okay, Willow. Are you excited to stay with Uncle Paz and Aunt Jaina?”

Willow nodded emphatically, bouncing on her toes and struggling to keep her attention on you in her excitement, especially when she saw her dad walking over to crouch down next to her as well.

“Be a good listener for Paz, okay kurshi’ika?” Din reminded her gently and Willow nodded again before hugging him tightly. The worry on his face eased as he held her close.

“Bye, Papa.” Willow chirped before turning to hug you as well. “Bye, Mama. Bye, Baby.”

The kiss she popped against your belly choked you up and you almost wanted to wrap her up in your arms and never let her go. Oh, your sweet, precious little girl. So excited to be a big sister, already so loving to a sibling that wasn’t even born yet.

You watched her hop along after Paz and as he strapped her into the seat of his speeder, always overly cautious about the strap placement of her harness, but Paz was a quick learner. All it took was that one time of showing him exactly where the chest clip was meant to be and stressing the importance of it, and the man had it down expertly.

You expected the house to feel smaller, empty without Willow’s high peals of laughter and exhaustive energy, and while that thread of nervousness at being away from your child still held true, the idea of getting to relax with your husband without any real obligations was… nice. Different, but nice. You sat down heavily on the couch, that heavy exhaustion creeping over you to weigh down your eyelids the moment you met the cushions.

It was the feeling of Din’s hands rubbing the tension from your feet that woke you sometime later. His attention was on the television across the room, some rerun of a trashy holodrama playing at a low volume. You smiled sleepily at him. So handsome with his fluffy, unkempt hair and the stubble he hadn’t bothered shaving in the past few days. You reached out to graze his arm with your fingertips and Din smiled before he even looked away from the screen.

“How was your nap?” He asked quietly, a soft fondness on his face.

“Good,” Your voice was rough with sleep. You wiggled your toes against his hand. “This is better, though.”

Din chuckled but complied, those strong fingers of his digging into the arch of your foot and pulling a pleased hum deep from your chest. The man had hands like magic. It was something he loved to do, taking care of your body aches and tense muscles, especially when you were pregnant. He was the one who put you in that state after all. He felt it was his responsibility to take care of you, however you needed.

The tightness of your muscles slowly relaxed with each kneading pass of his fingers, his hands slowly making their way up past your ankles, working through your calves and your knees. He pressed feather light kisses to your calves as he worked his hands, shifting so he could lean over you and slowly work himself up your body. Din knew exactly what he was doing, could tell by the way your contented little hums morphed into pleasured moans.

A grin found your lips when your heady whine was met with a low, needy groan. Din nipped your inner thigh playfully and looked up at you with those bright eyes. “What do you need, Din?”

“You.” He leaned up to press his forehead to yours. “Just you.”

“You have me.” You whispered, your heart pattering faster in your chest. It had been far too long since you could just let loose with him and enjoy each other without having to think about anything other than the feel of each other’s bodies. “You always have me.”

Din kissed you, one hand propping himself up next to you and the other gripping your chin to tip your head back. A shudder rocked through you at the feeling of his tongue dipping to lick at your lips. You pulled away to pat his cheek, a breathless laugh falling from your lips.

“Not on the couch,” You said. “Take me to bed, riduur.”

Your husband helped you to your feet, ushering you ahead of him with one big hand smacking and grabbing at your ass as you laughed at his antics. Before you were showing, Din would’ve had no issue shoving you down on the bed and going to town on you, and while his touch was still firm, he was gentle. Beyond careful.

He had you stripped in no time, your shirt and shorts flung somewhere unknown and uncared for. The warmth of his hand at your waist made you shiver and press closer; the skin on skin of his chest pressed against your back was addictive, left you keening for more, for any other gentle touch he would grace you with. It was a kiss to your neck that came next, followed almost immediately by the drag of his teeth against your pulse. His fingers knotted in your hair, angling your head to give him better access to the corded muscle of your neck that he loved sinking his teeth into.

The stuttered cries he managed to pull from you were like music to Din’s ears. Every single sound you made for him… fuck, they were just as pretty as you. He pressed you forward onto your hands and knees, grinning at the way your fingers immediately curled into the sheets, and ground his clothed cock against your ass in a slow circle, relishing in the desperate cant of your hips in your search for more friction.

“So needy, cyar’ika.” Din murmured as he leaned down to kiss and lick and bite at your shoulder blades, his hand coming down to cradle your belly, feeling his child close and safe inside of you. “Such a good girl, huh? Always so good for me.”

“Please…” You arched against him with a whine, seeking his touch where you really, desperately needed it. The look you tossed at him over your shoulder was almost enough to break him. “I need you.”

Din popped the hems of his briefs with how quickly he ripped them off. He moved to kneel at the edge of the bed, ready to open you up for him, spread you out with his tongue and his fingers and let your pretty little moans soak into his ego and stroke his pride. Your foot shot out to stop him, damn near catching him in the ribs.

“Fuck, Din, I’m ready. I promise, I just need you, please -”

He eased your desperation with a hand at the base of your spine, shuddering at how much you needed him, his touch, his cock buried as deep as possible in your wet little cunt. Din’s fingers brushed your core gently, barely touching you to hear that needy whine one more time, before tracing your clit in practiced circles.

The arch of your hips deepened as you relished in the pleasure your husband sparked through your body, unable to curb the needy sounds you made. Sex with Din was always a good time, but sex with Din while you were pregnant was next fucking level. The doctor had told you it was because of higher blood flow and blah, blah, blah, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he was also just that good. You didn’t even realize you were begging at first, crying out a high, ‘please, please, please’ until you felt Din’s cock notch at your entrance, the hand he had at the base of your spine sliding down to grasp firm at your neck.

He pushed into you in one smooth, devastating stroke, not stopping until his pelvis was flush against. The groan he gave was one you heard time and time again, his voice reverent as if you were the goddess to absolve him of all of his sins, the one to save him and bring him to salvation. It broke you down and built you up in the same second, pride swelling in your chest at the pleasure you brought him, at the pleasure he brought you. Just the full feeling of his cock stretching you was enough to have you trembling beneath him, so that first slow stroke, the roll of his hips as he pulled away only to push back into you, it was devastating.

“Fuck…” Din’s head tipped back, his hips setting a steady, slow pace that still had you almost too full but still needing more. “So fucking wet for me, so ti-ight.”

You wanted to praise him, to tell him how good he felt inside of you, how his thick cock made you quiver around him, but your voice had disappeared, fizzled out with that first thrust. But you could show him. You pushed back against him to meet his thrusts, a cock drunk grin spreading across your face when Din’s pace stuttered at your enthusiasm. The muscles in your thighs and back were starting to ache with the effort of holding yourself up, but before you could find your voice well enough to tell him, he was pulling out of you despite your whined protest.

“Hush, sweet girl,” Din said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he eased you onto your side and settled behind you. “I’ve got you.”

Your leg was lifted to brace against his hip and then Din was thrusting back into you, his bare chest pressed firmly to your back. You leaned your head back against his shoulder as he slid his hand up your thigh and over your hip, desperate for the electric feeling of his practiced fingers against your clit. Instead, those teasing fingers trailed over your belly and up your ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake to flush across your sensitive skin.

“Din…” You whined, sounding every bit like the needy, debauched little thing you felt. Din’s hand snatched yours up when you reached between your legs, only making you whine more.

“Use your words, cyar’ika.” Din murmured low in your ear. He didn’t miss the way his voice made shivers dance down your spine. “Tell me what you need.”

“T-touch me,” You managed to stutter out as you arched against him, angling your hips so that he hit even deeper and the head of his cock pressed against your g-spot. That tension ratcheted tighter in your belly and drug your desperation higher with it. “Fuck, please!”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Din teased and finally dipped his hand between your thighs, his fingers spreading you open and gathering up your slick to circle your clit.

A loud cry ripped from your chest, your orgasm quickly approaching under Din’s touch, combined with the stuttering breaths coming from your lover. He wasn’t lost on the pleasure he brought you, the feeling of your already tight cunt tensing around him, growing more wet to ease the way for him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” You huffed, hovering on the edge of ecstasy only driven higher with each stroke.

Din captured your ear lobe between his teeth and hissed one word. “Cum.”

You broke. Keened and trembled and gasped as he rocked you through your orgasm, only shoving his hand away when it became too much for your sensitive nerves. Three more thrusts into you and Din’s pace stuttered, his hand coming up to brace against your hip and hold you in place to bury his seed as deep as your body would allow him. You let out an exhausted, breathless chuckle - if he hadn’t already had knocked you up, that certainly would’ve done it.

The two of you took a moment. Soaked each other in as you caught your breath. Din barely moved, only shifting slightly to pull out as you whined at the loss, but he peppered lazy kisses on your shoulder in apology. In those moments, those hazy post-sex moments where you were both sweaty and sated and beyond in love, your hands wandered as did Din’s. It was almost instinctual, a need to check each other over and soothe any aches, any bites that were a tad too rough.

Din pulled at you with insistent hands, guiding you to roll over and face him so you could use his side to rest your belly on. As much as that helped to ease the ache your growing baby put on your back, it was just as much for him as it was for you. He loved supporting you, feeling you relax against his side, running his palm over your belly and tracing the stretch marks that signified all you did for him, for the children you bore and nurtured both as they grew inside of you and at your breast after their birth.

“Shower?” Din asked after an eternity of peaceful silence.

You hummed your agreement, shivering at the idea of those strong hands massaging your scalp and aching muscles. “In a minute. Just wanna feel you.”

And feel him you did. Din wasn’t the only one who loved to aimlessly trace his lover’s skin. His muscles twitched under your gentle touch, something that never failed to make you smile; he was so strong, so firm, yet a single caress was enough to have him shivering with a small delighted smile on his face.

The shower could wait. The rest of the word could wait. All you needed was Din.

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honeyedhoseok · 3 years

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8th MEMEBR OF BTS

• STAGE NAME: Kim Yvonne (김 이본)

• BIRTH NAME: Park Chanelle

• BIRTHDAY: December 31st, 1995

• HEIGHT: 5"9

• PROFESSION: K-pop Idol

• GROUP: BTS

• LABEL: Big Hit

• POSITION: Lead Vocalist, Visual,Sub-rapper, writer, producer.

• DEBUT DATE: June 13th, 2013

• FACE CLAIM: seunghwibaby on ig

• VOICE CLAIM: Madison Beer+Ariana Grande. Rap voice claim: Lisa (BP)

EXTRA INFO ABOUT KIM YVONNE

• NICKNAMES: vonnie, nellie, baby, Big Hit's princess

• TALENTS: can play drums, electric guitar and piano.

• HIDDEN TALENTS: can hold her breath for 4 minutes, is very felixible, excellent at volleyball and basketball.

• LOVE LIFE: is currently single, has 4 exes.

• SUBLINGS: 1 twin brother, Park Jongin.

• SEXUALITY: she's bisexual

• AESTHETIC: femme fatale

• HER PERSONALITY: she's the sweetest little thing ever. everyone's first impression of her was 'bubbly, adorable and sweet'. she's extremely selfless and is constantly putting others before herself in any situation even if she's at a disadvantage. very smart, a little introverted. can be really quite or really loud, no in-between. can seem cold on the outside but she's the warmest person on the inside. broken gen z humor. clingy baby, loves skinship.

• was diagnosed with ADHD Inattentive was she was 13, anxiety and depression when she was 19.

• is unsecure about her looks

• fake maknae

• has three awards on her solo project

• her voice is on the deep side but she can go really high

• MUSIC GENRE: loves pop, RnB and Trap.

• PETS: two chow chow dogs, Oliver and Sirius Black.

• TATTOOS: A sun and a Cresent on her hand, a cloud on her middle finger and ARMY'S shield on her ring finger, 'kookie'on her wrist, a heart in her palm, and a ⁷ behind her ear

• PIERCINGS: three on each ear, nose piercing.

• SOLO PROJECTS: 'Selenophilia' three singles and 10 songs in total.

'Venus Records' two singles and 9 songs in total

CELEBRITY CRUSHES:

• People Crushing On KYV:

• Jackson Wang (GOT7), Wooyoung and Seonghwa (ATEEZ), GRAY and Jay Park (AOMG), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Chan and Han (STRAY KIDS), KAI (EXO).

• Crushes KYV has:

• Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Wonho, Jay Park, Hwasa (MAMAMOO), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Madison Beer, Yeonjun (TXT).

A GUIDE TO THE SHIPS: withing BTS

VONJOON/RAPVON

• 45% family, 55% romance

• fourth biggest ship in K-pop.

• she's his baby, you can't convince me otherwise.

• she looks up to namjoon alot.

• king and queen of destruction

• writing duo

• calling eachother 'honey' platonically

• too many inside jokes

• can be annoying, because who ever is around them WILL third wheel.

• "BTS and the world third wheeling joon and vonnie for 25 minutes straight" videos

• back massages because carrying the music industry is painful

• they trust eachother so much

• will always spill to eachother about their worries.

• the respect is through the roof

• love for days

• vonjoon/ rapvon stans are either rock hard or soft af

• HUGS

• this man is a giant and the hight difference is just enough for him to scoop her up in his arms and squeeze the life out of her.

• they can carry smart conversations most of the time, but not all the time

• "joon, what's the difference between horses and donkeys?"

• "°_°"

• "deadass"

• wholesome relationship :)

SEOKVON/ VONJIN

• 70% family, 30% romance

• will babie her, he must babie her.

• he's so protective of his wittle vonnie

• is always checking up on her.

• he thinks she's the most precious angel in the world that need to be rocked to sleep and fed every couple of hours.

• gives everyone normal cups, but Yvonne get a sippy cup with sunflower prints on it.

• THEY LOUD AS HELL OH MY GOD

• one can spot their shenanigans from a mile away.

• a lot of "Jin and von being chaotic neutral" for an hour straight videos

• he taught her how to fish

• cooking buddies

• making cookies at 3 in the morning

• crackhead energy that fills up a tank

• will shamelessly stock up tampons and pads for her

• THE LOVE IS CONTAGIOUS

• INFECTIOUS LOVE

• sibling fights for no reason

• seokvon/vonjin stans are the softest ever

• wholesome babies

MINVON/ VONGI

• 65% family, 35% romance

• IS VERY VERY PROTECTIVE OF HER.

• has the biggest soft spot for her

• he's her little meow meow

• they go fishing together (w/ Jin)

• she has the passcode to his studio

• PRODUCER DUO

• the amount of unreleased tracks is insane.

• he pretends he doesn't like her hugs, but in reality he instantly melts in her arms.

• the only person he'll let cuddle him.

• deep convos

• stargazing

• sharing bandanas

• not a lot of skinship

• keeping eachother entertained during award shows

• WIGGLY YOONGI DANCE TOGETHER

• gummy smiles :')

• minvon/vongi stans are soft and well fed

• playing basketball together

• armys making "suga and yvonne being babies" compilation videos

• they're the type of duo who you be in a room doing literally whatever and someone you'd walk in, stare at them and slowing retreat thinking they just walked into some cult activities

• silently take care of eachother

• smallest acts of intimacy

• tiny babies

JUNGVONNIE/VONHOPE/HOVI

• 50% family, 50%romance

• team chaos

• THE ULTIMATE DANCE DUO OH MY GOD

• doing the weirdest things ever without questioning it

• compliments that turn into, "no u, no u, NO I SAID YOU"

• he's secretly her favourite

• yvonne and hobi are basically what its like to mix gummy bears, skittles, rainbow belts and honey. SWEETNESS AND HAPPINESS AND SUNSHINE ALL AROUND UWU

• THE VOLUME IS ASTRONOMICAL

• but like thank god one of them has an iq above 6

• the amount of "hobi and voni being rays of sunshine" for 30 minutes straight videos is insane

• Comfort Inn ™

• CUDDLES

• she will cling to him as if he's the last human alive.

• they're in their own universe almost all the time

• jungvonnie/vonhope/hovi stan are so soft if they see a video of hobi and voni laughing they will cry

• loveliest relationship

TAEVON/ 2V/ VONHYUNG

• 20% family, 80% romance

• third biggest ship in K-pop

• they get a little too hot on stage

• she's his favourite person

• she makes him feel so safe

• the walking memes

• GUCCI EVERYWHERE

• being weird together

• always teamed up in any situation

• DEEP VOICE DUO

• dog parents

• yeontan, Oliver and Sirius are literal siblings

• coffee 'dates'

• actual fashion icons

• king and queen of resting bitch faces

• skinship at its finest

• a new dating rumor every other day it's not even shocking at this point

• they are always taking naps somewhere, can be backstage, can during an award show, can be during practice, doesn't matter. naps.

• they're always there for eachother, mentally and physically.

• "tae and vonnie being adorable for 10 minutes straight" videos

• t r u s t

• are always playing with each others hair

• taevon/2V/vonhyung stans are either hardcore af or soft af

• sweetest relationship

( i can't add a jimin gif due to a limit in submitting)

JIVON/VONMIN/2PARK

• 2% family, 98% romance

• biggest ship in K-pop

• they're always together no matter what

• skinship to the literal max

• holding hands, cheek kisses, cuddling, hugs, sitting on each other's laps, all of it.

• matching hair colours.

• they're either being the tiniest babies together or everyone's OTP, no in between.

• 'power couple' at award shows, matching outfits, dance solos, harmonizing together, they got it.

• all over eachother on stage, as if no one is watching.

• Yvonne 'platonically' calls jimin baby, but he blushes everytime.

• him calling her noona

• they don't give the army the chance to breath, because they are never here to play

• they have the most iconic lines that genuinely sound like fake subs

• que the "jimin and yvonne being a married couple for 20 minutes straight" videos

• they are either really chill or hella energetic

• the jivon/vonmin/2park stans are probably the hardest stans in the fandom.

• sweethearts :')

( I can't add a jungkook gif)

VONKOOK/ JEONVONNIE

• 10% family, 90% romance.

• second biggest ship in K-pop

• golden maknaes

• vocal duo

• "_____ hyung won't scold us"

• they're banana milk addicts

• poutty bunnies

• she's literally kookie's role model

• he always has his head on her shoulder

• they have several matching tattoos (a heart on their palms, he has 'vonnie' on his wrist and she has 'kookie' her wrist, and a '⁷' behind their ears).

• they're always covering songs together

• crackhead energy is through the roof

• they are the chaotic good/evil

• hands all over eachother all the time

• on stage

• during practice

• on vlives

• awards shows, whatever

• fancams of their solo performances always tend to go viral

• whenever they're are in the same room, just know something is going to get spoiled. always.

• king and queen of highnotes

• "jungkook and yvonne being BTS' babies" videos

• they (+tae) are rapline's biggest fans

• the weird drunkies

• they are always eating something, can be ramen, can be an unpeeled banana, you never know.

the vonkook/jeonvonnie stans are the most confused turned on stans ever, but they are quite well fed.

( lmao I hope u liked this)

#bts x reader #bts layouts #btsgif #8th member of bts #8th member au #denoire #submission

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babbushka · 3 years

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Hello my beautiful friend! I’m super emo about the “I’ve loved you all my life” from the friends to lovers list. Just picturing Clyde saying that to me? I’m dead. Love you so much! ✨❤️

11, The thought of Clyde coming in home sweaty during the summer after a hard day, his hair tied up, exhausted and needy?? PLEASEE 🧎‍♀️

(2.1k, fluff & NSFW (handjobs, fingering, come-shot, messy sloppy sweaty outdoor semi-nudity/indecent exposure lol)

When Clyde’s heavy footfalls creak onto the front porch, you have to throw a concerned glance at the clock hangin’ up on the wall. He’s ain’t even been here for an hour, you had just put down the big tray of ice cold lemonade and fresh made sandwiches, surely he can’t be leavin’ already?

You turn to look at him when he pats one of the support beams of your porch, and your heart races, because no no no, you’d just started to settle in and watch him cut your lawn, watch him get all sweaty and glistening in the sun, you don’t want him to go yet.

“All finished darlin’.” His deep voice is shy as he pulls the trucker cap off his head, runs his fingers through his hair. He’s smilin’, and you don’t know why, when him bein’ finished means he’s leavin’.

“Wait really? Already?” You protest just about right away, and that smile only grows wider, more confident. It’s a good look on him, on Clyde, a real good look.

“It’s real hot out there today, I figured I’d finish up quick as I can so…” Clyde shrugs, looks away and scratches the back of his neck.

“So?” You encourage, unprepared for the heat behind his eyes when he replies,

“So I could come over here and be with you.”

Clyde has been mowin’ your lawn ever since y’all were teenagers. You two were childhood best friends and you’re pretty sure that Clyde’s the only boy you’ve ever held onto after all these years. All the other ones turned into asshole preteens and even meaner adults, so slowly one by one you cut them out of your life, blamin’ growin’ apart. You and Clyde never grew apart, and in fact, the years have been good to y’all, made you grow together instead.

It’s been about fifteen years since he started comin’ over on Sunday mornings, strikin’ up a deal with your folks to mow your lawn for some honest cash. Especially after the stint in juvie, Clyde felt it was the most important thing in the world to prove to them he was a decent man, one worthy of spendin’ your time with.

Even when you moved out of your parents’ house and got a little home of your own – a home closer to Clyde’s own trailer no less – he kept comin’ to cut your lawn. He stopped acceptin’ your money, and instead traded that for payment of lunch.

But recently…he ain’t even been eatin’ your lunch. Just a glass of lemonade and then back home he would go, these past few weeks. It had started to break your heart, why he was actin’ so strange, so distant. Clyde ain’t distant now, not with how he’s standing on your porch.

“You look thirsty.” You swallow around a suddenly dry throat of your own, blinkin’ real fast when he clears his throat and nods.

“I’m parched, baby.” Clyde replies, and something, something about that does something to you. It gets your hopes up, gets your heart racin’, because he’d called you a lot of thing over the years, but never that.

“Call me baby again.” You say, standin’ up from the porch swing, taking a step closer to him.

Clyde follows you, takes the invitation and strides across the porch until he’s merely inches from your face.

“Baby,” Clyde presses his good hand up to your cheek, rubs his thumb along the ridge of your cheekbone, “Baby girl. You’re so beautiful.”

“Am I dreamin’?” You blurt out, but Clyde only chuckles, the most handsome sound in the world.

He kisses you, instead of answering.

You had thought a million times, about what it would be like to kiss Clyde, and none of them ever could’ve amounted up to this; to the sweet salty tang of sweat on his tongue, his goatee soaked through and scratching against your smile, his eyelashes brushing against your cheek where his eyes are closed, his arms wrapped around you tight.

He makes the softest sweetest sounds when he kisses you, grunts and groans low in his throat as he backs you up up up against the wall of your house. Your arms have wound themselves around his neck, and you could cry – maybe you are crying – because if this is a dream, well it’s one you don’t ever want to wake up from.

“Touch me.” You demand, because you’ve wanted to say it for so long, and he’s quick, so quick to oblige.

Clyde hikes up your breezy skirt enough so that he can shove his hand underneath your panties, and he groans when he finds your pussy already slick, already wet and wantin’ him. Of course it wanted him, all of you did, have been for the past however many years you’ve been pinin’ for him.

One of your legs immediately lifts to hook around his waist, and he swallows your moans when those fingers of his wriggle between your folds and push up into your cunt, your head thudding back against the wall. He sucks on the expanse of your throat, bites and bruises it.

“Ah – ah, Clyde, oh that feels good.” You breathe, careful not to be too loud. You’re outside, right there on the front porch, and even though you got some pretty trees to shade the house and give some cover, ain’t nothin’ was there to stop the noises y’all made.

“Damn darlin’, I wish…wish I had both hands to touch ya with.” Clyde kisses you with a frown, his hips rutting against your thigh.

“That’s okay, shh, it’s okay let me, can I…?” You don’t even think about it before you’re poppin’ open the buttons on his jeans, wantin’ to get your hands on him the same way you’ve imagined every night.

Clyde nods, so eager, lickin’ his lips and suckin’ the sweat off your cheek when it rolls down to your jaw. You pull out his cock and damn it’s big, even bigger than you imagined, you feel dizzy, feel overheated, overwhelmed in the best possible way.

Spitting into your palm, you slick up his cock and stroke him up and down up and down, firm grip twisting right at the head and makin’ his knees buckle. He braces himself against you, moves his fingers in time with yours, rubs lazy circles at your clit and crooks three of his huge fingers inside you, searchin’ for that spot he knows will make you come.

“That’s real good baby, y-you can go faster if you’d like.” Clyde kisses you and kisses you and kisses you, and you gasp and moan and sigh around his tongue, mindful of the noise, but consumed with pleasure. He’s smelly, covered in bits of grass and sweat, and you wouldn’t trade it for anythin’ in the whole world.

“I’m burnin’ up in this thing Clyde I-I’m gonna take it off.” You pant, your blouse stiflin’ from the lack of breeze.

Clyde does pause then, making you whine loud enough for him to smile at you and keep goin’ real slow.

“Out here?” He asks, lookin’ around. The big trees block the view from the neighbors, but that don’t mean no one could drive by, or walk their dogs, or or or --

“Uh-huh, would you like that? Wanna see my tits in the sunshine?” You bite your lip, bat your lashes at him, wantin’ him so desperately. You don’t know if a chance like this will ever come again, you don’t know when you’ll wake up from this dream, you want to take advantage of it while it’s here.

“Anyone could see, anyone could look and see you.” Clyde nods anyway, and his eyes go wide as dinner plates when you swiftly undo all the little buttons, down to where your blouse is tucked into the skirt that Clyde’s got his hand shoved up under. Your bra is front-claspin’, and you undo that too, until your breasts are exposed fully for him.

“Then you’re gonna have to cover me big bear, cover me – yes!” Your eyes fall shut and your mouth drops open, grindin’ your hips down onto his hand.

“Ohh fuck,” Clyde’s fingers up your pussy fuck you a little harder, a little faster, and you grin, wrappin’ your hand around his cock once again and matching his rhythm stroke for stroke.

You’re both so sweaty that you have to constantly readjust yourselves against the wall of your house so that you don’t go slippin’ and slidin’ down. Clyde looks like he’s almost in pain, so overwhelmed with the way you feel, how your pussy clenches and drips and drools all over his hand, his wrist.

He sucks and kisses at your breasts, licks up the sweat that runs between them, your nipples so sensitive and stiff when he tugs them between his teeth. You want him to fuck you properly, want him to shove that cock of his into your pussy and fuck you on the wooden floor of the porch right there, but he grunts and sighs and groans, pressin’ his body as close against yours as he can.

“I’m gonna come,” He whines, not wantin’ it to be over just as much as you, not wantin’ this to end.

“On me, I want it on me, all over. Please give it to me, please?” You beg, soft gentle whimpers as you hike your leg up higher higher higher, until it’s slung over his shoulder, your body stretched out all over.

He nods frantically, before he lets out a shaky moan and paints your tits with his come. It’s hot and sticky, landing on your skin in thick ropes. Your hand that isn’t around his cock leaves Clyde’s hair and rubs through it, smears it into your flesh, across your stomach, over your tits. He has a big load, comes some more, it hits your chin, and you swipe it up with your fingers, sucking the taste of it away.

“A-are you close?” Clyde blinks the sweat out of his eyes, rubs harder, faster, thrusts and presses and pinches and rolls and your lids are snappin’ open just in time to watch him stare love-sick at you, big brown eyes.

“Yes, yes I’m – oh I’m – !!” You come and it feels like your body is on fire, a hot wire snapped up, pulled real taut, before you’re meltin’ into his arms, chest heavin’, pantin’ out words that you never thought you’d get to say in a million years, “I love you, Clyde – fuck I love you!”

All at once, he goes real still.

“What?” Clyde blinks, lookin’ like he’s been struck by lightnin’.

He carefully, gently, lowers the leg that’s been thrown over his shoulder.

“I’ve loved you all my life.” You’re still blissed out, still on cloud nine, have no qualms about bein’ truthful, not with your Clyde, not when now you ain’t so sure this isn’t a dream. “Surely…well surely you knew that.”

“I…no I – ” He stammers and stutters and the cold drip of rejection begins to fill you with dread.

“Shit, I’m sorry I – ” You’re painfully aware of the way you’re both standin’ there on your front porch, your tits out and his dick out, covered in come and sweat and you feel like you’ve just royally monumentally ruined everythin’, until he looks at you.

Really looks at you.

“I love you too.” Clyde confesses, and suddenly it’s as if all the fear in the world leaves at once.

“You do?” You whisper, searchin’ his gaze and findin’ only honesty.

Clyde smiles, one of those rare smiles o’his, and tucks your blouse back into place, puts his dick away and buttons himself up.

“Why d’ya think I kept agreein’ to cut your lawn?” Clyde asks softly, so quietly, and you’re slammed with the realization that maybe…maybe he’s loved you for just as long.

“Thought I made real good lemonade, that’s all.” You reply, and the two of you laugh, because damn, how could love make y’all so blind? With the glow of orgasm fading, and the reality of this bein’ real life setting in, you reach for Clyde’s hand askin’, “What do you suppose we do now?”

“I don’t know about you darlin’, but I’m in sore need of a shower.” He says, smilin’ at you and makin’ you smile right back, before squeezin’ your hand and sighin’ real content-like, “And after that…let me love on you some more, and make up for lost time.”

You kiss him, and he kisses you back, until you’re pullin’ him into your house and up through to your bathroom, more glad than you’ve ever been that he finished cuttin’ your lawn early.

#clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan x you #clyde logan/reader #clyde logan/you #logan lucky #adam driver fanfiction #adam driver character #clyde logan smut #clyde logan imagine

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margseliserobbie · 2 years

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How would you describe your partner to someone?

The best man I know. The best father I know. My everything. The love of my life. My best friend. My baby daddy. My husband. My Roo.

Sebastian is the softest, sweetest man in this world. He's so caring and thoughtful. He's a man who's so in tune with his feelings and isn't afraid to show it. His heart is worn on his sleeve. If you're lucky enough to be a part of his life, you've got the most loyal friend in your corner. He makes everyone around him feel so safe and loved. He's my other half, my better half. When I met him, I knew he was my soulmate. I had never met a person who was my male counterpart until I met him. We grew up so differently but also so similarly. We have the same values, the same outlooks on life. Our experiences had been so similar in certain aspects. It wasn't until we met one another that we knew we wanted this life: marriage and children. It takes that special someone to open your eyes to those beautiful things in life. Sebastian is the best father in this world, and it's a role he was always meant to have. Watching him with our children is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. We thought we knew love before we became parents but now? Nothing compares to the love we share for Axel, Piper and our little family. He's also the best actor I know and that was apparent from the moment I laid eyes on him in his I, Tonya audition tape. Seb puts his all into his performances and disappears into roles. He's so dedicated, willing to take whatever steps for his craft to make his performance authentic. He truly is one of the hardest working people in this industry. As much as I love singing his praises and hearing people compliment him and his hard work, Sebastian hates it. He's incredibly humble and modest to the point that reading something like this will make him shake and bow his head with a laugh as he tries to cover his face. It's adorable.

But if you wanted a fast round about Sebastian that's not so well known? He's the type to fill the freezer with my favorite ice cream just to keep me smiling but also get rid of it when I'm on a strict diet so I'm not tempted. He'll stop in the middle of a run for a hot dog despite his trainer giving him the glare. He loves peanut butter, but only the creamy, smooth kind. He's the type to help me pick a song to sing in my head before every red carpet event because red carpets make me nervous. Grocery store runs and everyday tasks are never boring with Seb. He's the funniest person and does humor with such ease, without trying too hard. If he's not working, he'll make me all fifty cups of tea I drink in a day. If he is working, he still finds a way to make at least two of my cups of tea for the day. That's Sebastian: he'll go out of his way for anyone he cares about. His voice does this cute thing when he tries not to laugh, but talk through it. He'll send me anything daisy or sunflower related because he knows daisies remind me of him and sunflowers remind him of me. He can be very superstitious about things, especially auditions. He is terrible at cooking (that's not even an insult because so am I) but he somehow lands roles where he's meant to be this great cook. Breakfast is the only thing we know how to make and he makes delicious eggs and avocado toast. He loves Leonardo DiCaprio. That's his boy. He's a City boy and isn't a big fan of LA. He's a terrible liar but that's because he has such a pure heart. He's very protective and wants to always ensure everyone is okay. His dream role was to play a rockstar and he nailed it. He always brings a jacket or wears an extra layer to parties/events because he knows I'll get cold. One of his favorite films is Titanic. One of his best friends is his mum and rightfully so.. she is amazing. He picks the best time inappropriate cards that never fail to make me laugh. Whenever he delivers a pickup line, he immediately has to praise himself for how smooth that was right after. He makes the killer playlists. He'll deny it, but he's a good dancer. And like I said, he hates attention so I should probably stop rambling on!

In summary, Sebastian Stan is amazing and you're missing out if you don't know him.

@sebastianseb

#*seb #*robstan #tw: long post #//another margot ramble but she can't help it when it comes to seb and her family lol

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letsperaltiago · 4 years

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ok time to break my silence caused by the fact that i spent all day making this lol too many feels

so.. palm springs thoughts !! and there are manyyyy so buckle up and feeel free to hit me up with either matching or contradicting thoughts or whateveer!! i would LOVE to nerd out about this movie with someone:’)

here comes thoughts and pictures!!

we basically start off with a mr. samberg sex-scene okAYYYYY the mood is set. we love the view

nyles aka. mr. samberg is the most gorgeous man alive and it was a true pleasure to admire him for 90 minutes straight

CURLS!!????! THEY ARE UNREAL. i shall dedicate an entire post to them

Cristin Milioti is perfect for her role. her acting? *chef’s kiss* I love that she’s not the stereotypical female rom-com lead.

Her chemistry with Andy? Gosh.. Can’t believe Nyles x Sarah is my new main movie-ship!! They play off of each other SO. WELL. Their characters are equally stone cold and bitter, but then again not really, and they both portray it so well!!

“You don’t ned a leg up.” *moans* “Hold my leg up!” i SCREAMED

“Don’t you kiss me.” “Don’t you tell me what to do.” hoW DARE THEY!

Ok ur basically on love already stop it

The fact that they were just gonna fuck on a blanket on top OF ROCKS?!

but then again in this movie’s already insane universe it’s prob pretty normal:)

The overall dark, existential humor?? This is what I live and breathe for on a daily basis. Basiaclly both main characters are a BIG MOOD

Nyles not giving a shit vs. Sarah severely freaking out in the beginning is an iconic dynamic

“I am the antichrist” and then the rock falling? For a hot sec I literally thought the movie was gonna take a turn with Nyles being some magical/scientific creature that’d created the timeloop or something idkkk ahhha

Nyles in the suit... ridiculous(ly hot)

The torture methods Roy uses on Nyles and the fact that he’s not mentally scarred?? How??

On that note I love that Nyles and Sarah keep their memories even if the day starts over. Would’ve been a completely different concept if they had to “meet each other for the first time” every day and it wouldn’t’ve allowed their relationship arc to evolve as it did

Darla is the fucking shit

Nyles in the baseball cap, amirite?

THE BARTENDER TALKING ABOUT HITTING A GUY WITH THE CAR SHE’S CURRENTLY GIVING NYLES A HANDJOB IN IS COMEDIC GOLD

“You fucked Jerry Schlieffen?” “Well he fucked me.” Yes SIR. Andy Samberg’s characters are all bottoms and we’re here for it

Sarah’s tongue click and “nice try” when Nyles asks her about her sex life??

IDK WHY BUT SO GOD

Randy is hella annoying. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

THIS ENTIRE SCENE:

the fact that they both start waking up smiling because now at least they have each other 🥺😭🤯

uhm i love a good ship that’s like... best friends to lovers and the montage of them basically becoming besties killed me

this outfit Y E S:

sarah falling off the car and nyles laughing it off is relationship goals

the crashing plane I LOL’ED

okay so... big moment... the DANCING AND MATCHING OUTFITS? THEY ARE MY DREAM TEAM. Also how excited they are running away from the bar 🥺

IM POSITIVE THIS IS THE MOMENT NYLES KNOWS! LIKE HE DOESN’T ADMIT IT TO HIMSELF COMPLETELY BUT HE KNOWS

the bomb in the cake and french pirate-skit? so fucking random but i lovee it because it’s so them

*DRUM ROLL* PERHAPS MY FAVORITE MOMENT IN THE ENTIRE MOVIE:

STORYLINE WISE AND VISUALLY A++++

the deep talks by the fire were SO well written. they were actually deep and genuine, allowing the characters to grow and opening up to us as viewers but also remained fun and witty

sarah trying to get nyles to admit he cares for her and him joking it off??? the flirtinggg

really wish we’d gotten to know more about what nyles meant with “it drifts away: just like they all do.” because it really seemed to trigger something within him. Like WHO “They”???

the dinosaurs lmao no comment but at least they got a cute cuddly moment

from the very first millisecond inside the tent you can CLEARLY tell Sarah is just dying to do something about them!!!

the disbelief on nyles’ face when sarah says “lets just get it over with” because she’d clearly stated he didn’t want to and even though he obviously did he’s respected it and not done anything further about it oh babey

we love some good making out:’)))

NYLES HALTING TO TAKE IN THE MOMENT EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO SCREAM INTO THE VOID

i will die for a post-sexy timez cuddle and how sarah is trying to staying awake to be besides him is just *explosion*

this has to be *the moment* she realises

and they’re both sooooo fucking happy when they wake up after damn love me like that pls

THE GROOM BOOO FUCK OFF CAN’T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO REMEMBER HIS NAME CHEATING SCUM

THIS FACE:

Baby is trying so hard and is so cute and nervous about it. SARAH LISTEN TO HIM HE LOVES YOU.

HE FELT GOOD WAKING UP BECAUSE OF YOUUUU, GIRL. DO NOT CALL IT “FUN”, SARAH

“Going to bed maybe just got a little better” 😭😭😭😭

The entire cop scene is just pure insanity, very Lonely Island and I’m here for it even though I just want Sarah to rEALLY LISTEN TO WHAT NYLES IS TRYING TO SAY

“Pain is real” oh babey that means SO MANY THINGS 🥺💔

“I followed you into that cave because I liked you!” like jake would say: don’t love how we got here but we’re going where i want

“pretentious sad boy” me

not shocked that they’ve hooked up before because c h e m i s t r y but don’t like how it got out :)))

why is nyles’ one sleeve shirt rolled up? im triggered

drinking pure vodka? oh babey its gonna be okay

WE LOVE A SMART BOI WHO RECOGNIZES HIS GIRL’S PERFUME

Sarah’s parents singing:)) i would cry too, nyles

"I love her.” “I see... That’s interesting” lmao savage

I actually really love Roy’s character. It turns out to be very humble actually and he has some insightful and lowkey poetic that lines i love. Besides that he’s hilarious.

SO the whole time i was wondering how they’d get out of the whole “same day forever”-thing, if they were to. and I LOVE LOVE LOVE that they had such a logical way out of it: science. Not anything cheesy like “a true love’s kiss” or “you learned your lesson”. Pure logic and Sarah’s hard work to get there. Huge fan of this.

I will never get over how good Nyles looks waking up and Sarah is xtra pretty in that scene:’)

Nyles just wants to stay in a loop forever because it means for sure that he gets to stay with Sarah forever and I’m lowkey into it but also like lowkey LISTEN TO HER AND GO WITH HER PLAN, NYLES

“I wanna stay with you” *sniffles*

“I love you. How about that?” PRETTY FUCKING GOOD

I love Nyles’ character development. He started off so nonchalant and cold, closed off and by this point he’s the softest, smiliest in love fool I’ve ever seen and Andy does it so good. SAMBERG HEART EYES!!

“Nothing is real in here” YES SARAH UR LOVE IS

I’m taking Sarah’s asking Nyles to believe in her and leave with her as her first “I love you” because it’s very clear that she wants to leave with him rather than without.

just- this entire scene i ugh <3 <3 <3 <3

BREAKING. UP. WITH. MISTY ! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

glass of wine filled to the brim? sarah’s my type of gal

the speech was really beautiful and sweet without being too cheesy and kudos to cristin for really delivering it like a pro! especially her “abe, don’t fuck this up” like yes girl kill him, chop him to pieces with your eyes!!! also camila is such really pretty bride

nyles looks like a cockatoo here :

nyles taking the shot and smashing the glass into the ground got me 🤭😵😏🥵

“I’m your son” I SCREAM

GIVE THE MAN A WHITE HORSE DAMNIT

Gotta admit Sarah looks like a bomb (lol nu pun intended) ass super hero in her bridesmaid dress and C4-gettup

The sentence ending up being total grammatical gibberish but Nyles trying so. damn. hard is the sweetest thing ever and should and will go down in rom-com history. It’s super romantic but also well-balanced by humor and I just.. so good. This is the kind of characters and relationships I love and wanna write myself

“you’re my favorite person that i’ve ever met” 🥺🥺🥺

“i’d rather die with you than live in this world without you” WHY AM I SO SINGLE SOMEONE LOVEE ME LIKE THIS

okay so idk but “what if we get sick of each other?” “we’re already sick of each other. it’s the best.” is so so so soft, the way nyles says it like it doesn’t matter and is honestly another key moment for me: they’ve experienced basically everything imaginable during their time in the box/loop. they’ve liked, disliked, loved, hated each other and still: he loves her. the fact that nyles knows no matter what happens it won’t stop that because it’s them?? ouch my heart.

this chaotic mess of a pairing?MESSY BOMB BRIDESMAID AND CURLY-HAIR HAWAII SHIRT-BOI!! MY OTp

Them dissing Nyles’ mom on their way into potential death? that’s love, baby

the fUCKING KISSSSSSS MANNNNNNNNNN!!!! SO ICONIC AND THE EXPLOSION IN THE BACKGROUND AND JUST WE DESERVE THIS THEY DESERVE THIS EVERYONE DESERVES THISSSS!!!

NEVER OVEER THIS EVER FOREVER NEVER

Ok so I was SURE that when it faded to black that it was done and I grew super ficking frustrated because it would leave us with this “the ending is up to whatever you chose”-kinda thing kinda a la Celeste and Jesse where it just feels unresolved and I WASN’T OKAY WITH THAT. So I’m so happy we got to know that it worked and the bebes will live happuilly ever after with Nyles’ shaggy dog:’)

Their hands on each other’s knee >>>>>

all in all 100000/10

#palm springs #palm springs spoilers #andy samberg #cristin milioti #camila mendes #sarah x nyles #emilie says things #sarah #nyles #the lonely island #nyrah

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sssrha · 4 years

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The Girl in the Kitchen

A-Li is five and she knows she should be dead, doesn’t understand why she’s alive—and tiny, too—but she decides to make the best of it, anyway.

Or: Jiang Yanli did not expect to get reincarnated as a street kid in Yunmeng. She definitely did not expect her younger brother—who is now a good three decades older than her—to take one look at her and declare “A-Li” his heir. She decides to roll with it.

[part two of The Lotus Cycle; part one (Tumblr, AO3)]

Read it below or on AO3.

A-Li would like to make it known that dying isn’t fun. She’s only five but she already knows that. Most people don’t, purely because most people haven’t died before, and that’s a good thing. After all, dying means a horrifying pain in your throat, tears in your eyes, words at the tip of your tongue that you’ll never get to utter. Dying means seeing horror in the eyes of those you love, and not being able to do a thing about it.

A-Li can say that, at the very least, her death was quick.

But none of that matters now because A-Li is finally alive again! She can wag her fingers and wiggle her toes, scrunch up her nose at the rotten fruit of Grandpa Wang’s stand, laugh in delight at the street performances that take place in Yumeng, and even run around with the other little kids!

Her clothes are old and tattered, and they’re not the deep purples or rich golds that she wore before she died, but they’re still nice and, more importantly, her mother made them for her.

She’s five but she knows that her mother and father are dead. She knows that her mother died on her own and her father died because he wanted to. Little girls like her aren’t supposed to know stuff like that, but she does. It makes her sad enough to cry sometimes because she really liked her second mother and father—guiltily, she admits to herself that she liked them more than her first set—and she really didn’t expect to be left alone so quickly.

The good thing is that the vendors of Yunmeng are really nice, so if she asks they’ll give her a little bit of food, or some cloaks, or even a few toys if she’s lucky. She keeps track of it all reverently and she promises every single one of them that, one day, she’ll pay them back. A lot of them tried to wave the promise away at first, but she insisted, and her first father always said that she was stubborn when she wanted to be, so they eventually relented. She intends on keeping her promise.

A-Li is five and she knows she should be dead, doesn’t understand why she’s alive—and tiny, too—but she decides to make the best of it, anyway.

***

The Man in Purple comes by a lot. It’s only been a month since her parents died and she has yet to figure out the way back to her house—she needs to clean it up because her first mother said that keeping things clean is important—but she’s taken notice to many other things.

The Man in Purple wears the same deep purples she’d worn before she died, and his face is sharp and severe like her first mother’s. When he converses with the vendors, she realizes he talks like her first mother, too, and he acts like her, and he plays with the ring on his finger the way her first mother once did. But he’s not her first mother—the set of his shoulders is different, the light waves in his hair are different, even the jerking of his gait is different. All of that is her first father’s.

There is someone else the Man in Purple reminds her of: A-Cheng. A cute little boy, who grew up into a cute little man, who became a sad man, who became an angry man. (And those eyes—they looked at her before she died. They were crying. They held more sorrow at the prospect of her death than she ever felt.)

A-Li decides that she really likes the Man in Purple. He is hers, now. No take-backs.

He comes by frequently and she always follows him when he does, staring at him with wide eyes. Everything he does reminds her of things: a little pond of lotuses, a wooden sword in small hands, lightning on a clear day. No matter what he does, she can’t help but smile.

He’s a little rough and mean, but she doesn’t care. Actually, most people don’t. Most people laugh away his snark and quips, and she can’t help but feel more and more delighted because this means that everyone else really likes him, too. Everyone else can see the warmth in the furrow of his brows, the affection in the tilt of his head, the kindness in the dips of his voice. She’s relieved that people can recognize it all. (Finally. It’s taken much too long. He’s misunderstood; he’s the softest, sweetest person on the planet and if people had ever cared enough to look then they would realize it, too.)

Her hands are grimy and her hair is matted, but her smile is still cute enough to get her what she wants: three little toy dogs. They’re not of high quality—carved out of wood, badly painted, splintering a bit here and there—but they’re exactly what she wants. If she had ink, she would scrawl each of their names onto their backs: Princess, Jasmine, and Little Love. They’re pretty names—and funny, too. She can’t remember why.

When she sees the Man in Purple again—he’s walking through the streets on his own, dressed more expensively than usual, returning after a visit to somewhere else—she runs up to him and tugs at his robes. Afterwards, she realizes that she got dirt on the pretty clothes so she pulls her hand back, frowning sadly. “I’m sorry,” she says.

The man stares down at her with wide eyes. “You…”

When she realizes that the Man in Purple isn’t going to keep going, she raises her other hand and presents the three little dogs to him. “For you,” she says solemnly.

“What?”

“You lost your dogs. I’m giving you more!” The man snatches the dogs out of her hands, staring down at them. His fingers tremble as he goes to stroke them, but A-Li immediately grabs his wrist to stop him. “No!” she says. “No, no, it hurts. It’ll hurt you. Don’t do that.” She doesn’t want him to get splinters!

The Man in Purple looks endlessly confused, put there’s something close to hope shining in his eyes. A-Li thinks it’s better than how he looked at her before she died, but still—she wants him to smile. So, she forces herself onto her tippy-toes and tries to reach his shoulder, to stroke it gently like how she used to.

She realizes too late that she’s very tiny, and the Man in Purple is very tall, and she barely passes his waist. However, the man just shoves the three dogs into a pouch and promptly scoops her up. She squeals in delight—when was the last time someone held her? Ah, her second mother and second father definitely held her a lot, but her first mother and first father…oh, well, she can’t quite remember if they ever did.

A-Li likes being held. She wishes she’d experienced it more often. She decides to be picked up as much as possible from now on.

No, focus, she has a mission! Finally upright, she strokes the Man in Purple’s shoulder. She says, “You did good. I’m happy for you.”

To her dismay, he doesn’t smile—instead his face crumples and tears streak down his cheeks as he clutches her close, letting her head rest on his shoulder. He rocks back and forth, and A-Li feels giddy at the motion. Oh, he’s crying, but the look on his face—this man is definitely her A-Cheng.

She hugs him closer, and she doesn’t let go.

***

A-Cheng takes her to her first home. It’s exactly the same as she remembers it—just older. She lets out a gasp of delight as she spies the lotus pond in the main courtyard. “Lotus!” she yells, immediately running to it. She would have fallen in, too, if A-Cheng hadn’t grabbed her as quickly as he did.

She whines and clutches at his robes. “I’m sorry. Don’t be mad.”

“I would never,” he promises, and she believes him.

“I just…they’re pretty.”

“I know.” He pauses. “What…what is your name?”

Her smile is back, and it’s dazzling. “A-Li!”

“And your parents?”

That’s weird. A-Cheng knows what happened to their parents. After a bit of confused silence, she realizes that he’s talking about her second parents. Yes, that makes much more sense. “Mother died in her sleep. Father wanted to be with Mother.”

A-Cheng’s grip on her wrist tightens. “I’m sorry,” he says.

“It’s…” It’s not okay. It probably won’t be okay for a long time, because A-Li is still really sad about it. It hurts to know that, as much as her second father loved her—and he loved her a lot, always showered her with affection—he didn’t love her enough to stay. But the feeling isn’t new, and she knows she felt it back before she died, too.

A-Li is five and she feels an awful lot of emotions to keep in her little body, but she’s working on it. She knows that, one day, it will stop hurting as much.

So, she says, “I miss them.” She walks more cautiously toward the lotus pond, A-Cheng letting her when he realizes she won’t fall in this time. When she kneels and plays with the water, she continues, “I hope they’re happy.”

A-Cheng dithers around her while she splashes in the water, taking delight in the tiny ripples on the water’s surface. The lotuses that sprout out of the pond are too far in for her to reach and she remembers that she used to be able to wade in and grab them with ease, but now it’ll be a whole ordeal and she doesn’t want to put A-Cheng through all that stress. She settles for playing with the water.

Eventually, though, she realizes how long they’ve been here. A quick glance upward reveals conflict slashed across A-Cheng’s face, and it’s an ugly thing. She’s seen too much of it and she doesn’t want to see any more of it. “You…want to say something?”

A-Cheng flinches backward. He looks like he’s about to turn away, but A-Li puts on her best “you can talk to me” expression. It always worked before she died, and she delights in the fact that it still does. A-Cheng looks so confused and sad but he still says, “A-Li, do you know who you are?”

“I’m A-Li,” she says solemnly. He slowly starts to deflate right up until A-Li continues, “And you’re my A-Cheng.”

A-Cheng smiles. He says, “I am. I’m your A-Cheng.” He asks, “A-Li, can I ask you something?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to stay with me here? There’s warm clothes and food and a bed…whatever you want. Just like we used to?”

She remembers how it used to be. It was never perfect—her first mother and first father didn’t let it, at first, and then there was a lot of fighting, and then their brother was so sad, and then their brother ran away—but it was nice. It made her happy. And she liked it here much better than the tower of gold. There were only a few good things there—they were more than enough to make her stay happy—but now that they’re gone, she can’t see herself going back to the tower of gold.

So, she answers, “I’ll stay with you.”

There’s relief on his face. Then, a bit rushed, he asks, “Do you want to become Sect Leader Jiang one day? You could do it. I know you could. But only if you want.”

At this, she pauses. Sect Leader Jiang? She doesn’t remember ever thinking about it. That was always A-Cheng’s job. He’d grow up to be Sect Leader Jiang and she would grow up to be the lady of the tower of gold. She’d never questioned it, as far as she can remember.

Her becoming Sect Leader Jiang…the thought feels odd. Not bad. Just weird in a way that she doesn’t think she’s ever experienced before. “But that’s your job,” she disputes.

“It could be yours one day. I won’t be around forever.”

A-Li looks away. No one is going to be around forever, because everyone will die—unless they reach immortality. But won’t even the immortals pass, too, one day? Maybe so far in the future that they might as well live to the end of time…but time will end. A-Cheng will die. The thought immediately fills her with distress, and her face scrunches up. She turns and buries it into the cloth of his robes.

“Don’t say that,” she says. “It makes me sad.” Then, after considering, “It makes you sad.”

A-Cheng sighs. “You know me too well, A-Jie…”

A-Li looks up. “I’m younger than you.” Now, at least.

More emotions flicker over his face before he settles for, “A-Li.”

A-Li nods. That’s good. That’s her name. She likes it when he says her name—he never said “A-Li” before she died. It makes her feel warm and happy. She clutches onto him tighter and she realizes that she really, really wants him to be as happy as her all the time, and she’ll do whatever it takes, so she says, “I’ll do it.”

“You’ll…become my heir?”

“Yes!”

His face softens. “A-Li, you always manage to solve all my problems.”

A-Li smiles brightly. Solving her family’s problems is what she does best.

Now she just needs to find the rest of it.

***

A-Cheng wasn’t lying when he told her that she could have whatever she wanted. She wanted pork buns and she was given pork buns, she wanted the pretty purple robes and she was given pretty purple robes, and she wanted to spend the night curled up next to A-Cheng and he didn’t so much as hesitate before scooping her up and singing her the lullaby she taught him. It was different—she’d always pampered him and now she was being pampered by him. It’s…nice!

This morning, after waking up well before A-Cheng and scurrying out of his room, she hid behind a large pillar of wood before peeking out to observe the servants. They scurry along the hallways of her home, doing various tasks, too busy to notice her in her (very good) hiding spot.

Her eyes trail over them as they do their duties, until she latches onto something very specific: an entire line of servants with baskets full! Of! Food!

Obviously, she runs after them.

She’s quick as lightning, hiding in the robes of the servants until she’s safely deposited in the kitchen, and it’s different than she remembers. She feels completely upset. Her kitchen! It’s been changed! She immediately tugs on the robe of the nearest servant, and he turns to her with a small, “Oh!”

The left side of his face has a bark-brown scar that splays its way from under the collar of his robes to just over his eyebrow. A-Li couldn’t care less as she demands, “What happened here?”

The man stares. He turns. “Um, Madam, there’s a tiny child here.”

An older woman (oh! A-Li recognizes her!) ambles out of the depths of the kitchen and narrows her eyes at A-Li. “You’re the one Sect Leader Jiang dragged back with him.” She turns around and waves them away. “Let her do what she wants. She’ll be heir soon, anyway.”

“Oh. Okay.” The man turns back to A-Li. “Maiden Jiang, is there anything you need?”

A-Li stubbornly points at the far wall, where the herbs are stacked. “Coriander!” she exclaims. The man, confused but obedient, nods his head and fetches her some coriander. A-Li observes it with a critical eye and can find nothing wrong with it. Now a bit less concerned, she asks for ginger. Then cinnamon. Then basil. No matter what she asks for, the man retrieves it quickly, and it’s all in order.

It’s disconcerting. The kitchen was always her place; her first parents never came into it, and her brothers only entered when she asked for help. It was the one thing she had for herself, something she could share on her own terms. They’d even made an exception for her in the tower of gold! And now she’s tiny and her kitchen is no longer hers.

She promptly bursts into tears.

The man panics. “Maiden Jiang! What’s wrong? I’ll help! I’ll fix it!”

It’s not fair for her to make him panic, but A-Li is still five and something she really cares about has been taken away from her, so of course she’s upset. She shoves the herbs that she’s accumulated back into the man’s hands before dashing out of the kitchen, heading straight for A-Cheng’s room.

When she gets there, A-Cheng is midway through combing his hair, and a look of horror passes over his face when he spies her tears. “A-Li! What happened? Did someone do something? I’ll go—”

“My kitchen!” A-Li wails. “They—they took my kitchen, A-Cheng. What’s left now?” What’s left that’s hers? What does she have for herself?

A-Cheng blinks rapidly, confusion warring on his features right alongside incredulity. A-Li doesn’t like it. A-Cheng won’t understand—she’d tried so hard to make sure he’d never notice, after all. Because A-Cheng was her little brother—her tiny little brother—and he had other things to worry about. But now A-Li is the tiny one and she thinks she’s entitled to at least one tantrum.

She doesn’t remember ever throwing a tantrum. How should she do this? Throw a chair? She’s nowhere near big enough for that.

The image that it puts into her head is silly enough to stop her tears. A-Cheng is already by her side, scooping her up and whispering calming words into her ears as she hiccups. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. What did they do to your kitchen, A-Li?”

A-Li says, “They changed it.”

“Yes, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

A long time, she thinks. Long enough for her home to look more used and for only some of the servants to be familiar. And, of course, for A-Cheng to be so much older. Her fingers curl into A-Cheng’s hair and she gently tugs on him while asking, “How long?”

“Fifteen years since you…” he trails off.

Wow. That really is a long time. She’s five right now, so she spent ten years dead. Dying is not fun, but what is it like to be dead? Boring, maybe. Just a lot of waiting before being shuffled into your next life. She waited for ten years, and all she really remembers about it is being really really sad. Maybe it’s good that she doesn’t remember that much of it.

A-Li just shakes her head. “I want my kitchen back now.”

“A-Li…you can go to the kitchen and ask for whatever you like,” he promises. “Just listen to them and stay away from anything dangerous—”

“No!” she protests. “I want my kitchen back!”

“The kitchen is yours,” A-Cheng says, perplexed. “You’re my heir. All of Lotus Pier is yours.”

“That’s not what I mean! I want my special place!” The one where she belongs, where no one will get angry about her presence, where she can help people by making food. It’s her thing. A-Li cooks and smiles and makes everything better for her family. “Give me back my kitchen.”

“It’s always been yours,” A-Cheng promises.

He doesn’t understand and A-Li, frustrated, (lightly) punches his shoulder. This is not going well. Not at all. “It’s not the kitchen!” It’s—what is it? A…a concept! The concept of the girl in the kitchen, always ready to help. That’s who she is! If she loses that, she’s just the useless daughter of the family! She can’t fight! She’s never been a scholar! What can she do? She makes lotus rib soup, and she hugs her family, and that’s that.

A-Li doesn’t realize she’s said it all out loud until words stop falling out of her mouth. A-Cheng stares at her with wide, horrified eyes. “A-Li,” he says, “no. You—you’re so much more than that. You’re my sister. You took care of me.”

“What else?”

“What?”

“I took care of you,” she agrees. “What else?”

“You made sure Wei Wuxian never felt left out,” he says. “You saw good in him. In Jin Zixuan, too. And you cared so much about A-Ling.”

“What else?”

For a second, A-Cheng looks at her. A-Li wonders if he really can’t think of anything else. She wants to have been more than that—more than a reassuring smile offering soup to others. Surely that’s not all.

A-Cheng’s silence is telling. He sets her down onto the floor and then kneels until he’s eye-level with her. Swallowing, he says, “A-Li, I…”

“That’s all?” She can’t quite hold back the tears. She really likes making her brothers and parents and husband and son happy—no doubt about it! But her memory is so messy and foggy and she can’t remember anything else. There must be more. There has to be!

If not, then what is she now?

A-Cheng cups her cheek, lips trembling. “A-Li, I was a bad brother.”

“No,” she immediately denies. “You weren’t—I was just—”

“Please, don’t. I—how could I pay so little attention to you? I thought you were my world but…I never tried to know you at all. You were taking care of me as if you were my—my nanny! You’re so much more. I can’t believe I just ignored the rest of you.”

“Wasn’t your job,” she disputes. “I was your sister! I took care of you!”

“You shouldn’t have had to.”

A-Li can’t think of a way to deny that. She liked taking care of A-Cheng (honest!) but…when had anyone taken care of her? Her first parents didn’t—oh, they definitely liked her and protected her but, had they held her? She can’t remember. But she can remember her second parents doing it so clearly…

Probably because those memories are more recent. Hopefully.

Afterward, it was her taking care of A-Cheng because no one else did. And then it was her taking care of A-Xian, too. And then she got married and went to the tower of gold, and…and what? She can’t remember.

A-Li just turns away. She won’t be getting her kitchen any time soon, no matter how many chairs she throws, so the only thing she can do is find something else. And ignore the devastation on A-Cheng’s face.

***

“There was a man in the kitchen,” A-Li says. It’s the first time she’s said anything since her meltdown and she follows her words by shoving some more of her lunch into her mouth. She’s still chewing as she continues, “There was a burn on his face.”

A-Cheng frowns at her and reprimands, “Swallow before talking.” Then he pulls back, and A-Li glances down in shame. She never did that the first time around. But it’s just so hard. She does her best. “The man…he’s Zhu Feihong.”

“What happened?”

“He got hurt.”

A-Li lets out a little giggle. She remembers A-Cheng doing that before she died: talking in circles. “I know, but how?”

He puts a lot of thought into his words. “He was doing something bad,” he says. “He didn’t realize it was bad. It hurt him and gave him that scar. I helped him and told him what he was doing was bad. I brought him here to make sure he didn’t try to do it again.”

“Bad…” She thinks she knows what he’s talking about. No one really said things to her before she died—not in the way it mattered. But even she knew what her A-Xian was doing. “Demonic cultivation?”

A-Cheng sighs. “How much do you remember?”

She shrugs. “Not a lot.”

“Be more specific?”

A-Li doesn’t say anything because, even though a lot of the things she remembers are nice, a lot of them also aren’t. She doesn’t want to think about them, because they might make her cry again.

A-Cheng realizes it. “A-Li, you have to try.”

Try what? Try being a good little girl for A-Cheng? Or try being a good big sister? Or try to be a good mother even though she doesn’t know what a good mother should act like—

She gets a bad feeling in her stomach. No, no, no, there’s something important there. Even if it makes her stubby little fingers wrap too tightly around her chopsticks, she needs to remember it, because it feels so bad to not remember it. She just…just—

“A-Li?” He sounds scared.

Her head snaps up. “A-Cheng!” she shrieks. “A-Cheng, you’re mean! You didn’t tell me anything! Nothing!”

“What is it?”

“Where is A-Ling?” she demands. Where is the boy who was tinier than her that she held in her arms? The one that smiled up at her and chewed on her hair and made her feel so happy? Why hadn’t A-Cheng told her anything about him?

Something bad in her head says, ‘Everyone dies.’ But no, her A-Ling wouldn’t die! He’s a tiny baby! Why would he die? He wouldn’t…would he?

A-Cheng says a word that shouldn’t be said around five-year-olds, immediately jumping out of his seat. “I forgot,” he mutters. “I’m so, so sorry, A-Li. I have to go.”

“What?”

“A-Ling will be here by tomorrow morning.” He looks straight into her eyes. “I will make sure that you meet your son.”

A-Cheng really has grown up, hasn’t he? She can’t suppress her blinding smile. “Thank you!”

Maybe this way, she can start picking up the pieces.

#mdzs #mdzs fanfic #jiang yanli #jiang cheng #jyl #jc #reincarnation #implied suicide #a whole lot of jyl feels #she deserved so so much better #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #jc is still aroace #it's just not mentioned in the story #sssrha fics

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What I like and dislike about each Skam Version:

The order is when I watched them. Which is basically the same order when they came out since I watch clip for clip live with every version since the evak cuddle clip 3 years ago. I won't point out things twice if a remake did it exactly the same. For example the blackmailing of Noora. Disliked it in the og, ditto with every other version. Another disclaimer: I don't have a favorite version since no one was perfect from first to last season. Different versions have different favorite seasons for me.

What I loved about the og 🇳🇴: The complete different format of a show with the clips, social media, roughly camera work that made it look like a reality show or documentary. The actors being the age of their characters and not all being thin, beautiful models. The pov and seing the boring aspects of life too. All the casual parties. The music and the whole russbus culture. In general getting to know so much about other cultures that I didn't thought about before for even a minute. Eva standing up for herself and breaking up with Jonas. Penetrator Chris as the comic relief, he may be a fuckboy, but he is isn't sexist or homophobic, his one liners are iconic. A normal reaction to Isak being gay and Evak actually getting an happy ending and a proper love scene like any hetero couple gets. Eskilds gay pride speech, it made me rethink my own mindset, as well as Sanas line about hate doesn't come from religion, it comes from fear and her whole conversation with yousef about religion. The guys helping Isak get back his man and Magnus hilarious questions, but also his helpful advice. Everything in the scene with Eva's 18th birthday. Even singing imagine. The cuddle clip, literally my favorite clip in all the versions, the spiderman kiss and the universe talk. Yousana love shown without any touching. The girls picking up Sana with the los losers bus. The ballon squads YouTube channel. How sweet and protective Elias was about Sana. 5 fine frøkner! Kosegruppa. If I could chose I would want a season for Magnus and Penetrator Chris.

What I disliked: Jonas treating Eva like she's stupid. Everything with William pretty much, starting with his non existent personality to blackmailing Noora, dissing Vilde, not listening after the SA happening etc. Nooras completely change in attitude from feminist to falling for the fuckboy and betraying your friend, also, ik most of the fans love it, her speeches, the one at William and also the one at Nicolai, it was just too long and arrogant to me sorry, I don't thought yes queen, I more thought yeah okay we got it already. The lack of communication with literally everyone. Vilde being so judgemental. Eva 'stealing' Jonas. Even not being able to speak for himself about his MI. The hate against Sonja, yes her saying Even can't love was fucked up, but her outrage and pain was more than understandable for me. The call your gf scene, idk it just makes me uncomfortable and I just felt bad for the girls. The whole show basically revolving around Noora in every season and her amount of screen time. Chris and Emma in the end, a huge wtf that made no sense and came out of nowhere, as well as Jonas and Eva's suddenly reunion.

What I loved about 🇮🇹: Be aware that I'm biased since Italy is my favorite country since childhood. I love everything about it. Landscapes, food, clothes, cars, the men^^ and ofc the language and names. First and foremost the cinematography. Also the music. All the girls being pretty as fuck. I feel like they where more mature too, but that goes for the boys and Eduardo too. Elia being there since season 1. The skating shenanigans. Martino and Eva being the closest version of this friendship (which is why I hope they continue this in the next season and make them close again, not going for the best buds). Their parents being more involved. Edoardo not insulting Silvia. Giovanni constantly cursing and gesturing like the true Italian that he is. Ofc the bromance in s2, that was what the season was all about for me more than the romance (reason in the dislikes), how they all cared for each other, had actual conversations, were with marti everywhere and always supported him. Gio being the best friend ever and constantly checking in on marti. How all the boys and edos rich gang stood up for marti against the homophobes, I never cheered so loud during a clip istg. The man, the myth, the legends Chico roddi :D. Eduardos soft side, when he played creep or cried when Eleonora could tell him herself what happend. The way they merged the squads together and all hang out boys and girls and also Filippo. Filippo and Eleonora being siblings and literally everything that fillipo does, his sassyness is unmatched. Cute Short king luca, carefree elia. Seriously I could write novels about this boy squad. Their parties and how they do them at 9pm during business days. Guardami Martino! 😂 If I could chose I would want a Gio and Fillipo season.

What I disliked: The darkness, especially s2 although it looked romantic a lot of times. The way Gio kisses, listen I love him with all my heart but he looks like he wants to eat faces or lick them like a dog 😂. I couldn't get into Niccolò, he never grew on me, came of kinda cold and the chemistry between the actors compared to the other versions isn't that great imo. It also has the only Sana I don't like and don't care for her season. It's not bc of the controversy about the actress. She just comes of rude in the show and also has way too less scenes to get excited for her pov, Her relationship with Marti is also non existent. The lack of social media and texts. Some of the actors looking way too old.

What I loved about 🇫🇷: The many changes of season 3. The piano scene with literally heart eyes. Eliott being the biggest dork. Eliott being able to express his feelings about his MI. Eliott saying it's not a girl. The rain kiss. Lucas being a major cutie. His relationship with the girls and Manon in particular. How they helped Daphne with the room. That we get an Arthur season, he's my favorite Madhi. How happy they were when Lucas came out and how they cheered everytime they saw Eliott. The elu social media content. Yann apologizing for his behavior and comments in the past. The hedgehog and racoon personas. Imans dad. Alexia and Arthur becoming a thing. The bts and Interviews, especially the attentive Maxel friendship.

What I disliked: The first two seasons being 1:1 copy from the og, I only watched them bc I had a close french friend when it aired. The whole Charles shit in s3&4. The acoustic music often being a bit to on the nose, like the music before a jumpscare in horror movies, for example the common room meeting, it was so obvious they would fall in love. S3 of France is probably my favorite version of this season, but it is like a dramatic romcom movie and felt less realistic compared to the others and the og. Emma is super bland and kinda dumb. Mika being super rude to Lucas. The disrespect against iman. Sofiane actually dating Manon.

What I loved about Druck 🇩🇪: (Also biased since I am german) Jonas sweetness. Hans is hilarious. Jonas and Hannah reunion. Kiki turning into the sweetest. The girl squad being really close. The boy squad being dumbasses. The change of Alex and showing his anxiety. Kiki and Carlos being a wholesome couple. The changes and extra content. Amira and Mohammeds softness. Their sm game.

What I disliked: The dialogue sounds very cringey to me and super scripted. The Mia actress looks like she doesn't like to kiss Alex at all, no chemistry and no love to be seen for me. Mia being arrogant in general. That Amira had only 7 episodes and Mia extra concent for her boring relationship. I never could get into Matteo much, he was to much of a sloth to me, let everything just happen and while that may be realistic, it's for the viewer pretty boring. I also couldn't get into David much, we knew barely nothing about him for most of the time and then he was absent for like 3 weeks straight. Davenzi also came of as more like best friends to me as an couple in love, they were cuter in s4. Unrelated to the plot or show, but the druck stans that feel super entitled and superior.

What I loved about 🇪🇸: The made subtle changes from the start. Lucas coming out to Eva and not being a snake. Jorge being the softest Jonas and not lying about weed. The girl squad being the closest and cutest with another, as well as the boys and them being a mega squad since s1, way less inner group drama and the friendships in this versions are just super wholesome to me and my favorite girl squad. Also my favorite amira, she wants to adopt everyone and they all care and respect her religion and I have high hopes for her season. Their parties. Also the remake with the most sm content and texts. The only P Chris version that comes nearly close to the og, being sassy, charismatic and having hella sexual chemistry with eva. The fact that also my favorite chris got her own season, that they changed it to a wlw plot that was displayed tastefully and not overly sexualized. The portray of having borderline, being shown how it really is. Lucas having an Youtube channel and how supportive his boys reacted and how tender him and Jorge are, I can't stretched enough how much I love and stan attentive, genuine male friendships without toxic masculinity. Hugo being an absolute sweat heart since his first appearance, not being petty or mad with Cris and just being a true friend. If I could chose I would want a season about Lucas and Amira.

What I disliked: Alejandro looks like 14 to me and I'm not keen on seeing this plot for the 8th time. Viri and Cris clothes a lot of times, Ik they dress like teenagers these days do, but it just looks horrendous to me sry. Them stretching out the story between Cris and Joana so much and breaking them up like 5 times.

What I loved about wtfock 🇧🇪: I just started with season 3 live, because I couldn't get into the characters when the first clips of s1 dropped. I later binged s2 and watched some key clips of s1.

They changed many things for the better. First and foremost Senne, him being supportive of Zoë, a good flat mate and encouraging dad friend. Zoë giving him way more of a hard time and making him work for it. Robbe moving into the flatshare and becoming bff with Zoë. Not breaking up Zoenne and making Senne an important character in s3 as not only Zoës boyfriend. Sander! I love his whole art hoe - e boy brand, his music taste, his clothes, hair, how reckless he is, his blant flirting. Robbe being an absolute baby ™ and clingy af. The Willems chemistry is unmatched in the skam universe. Yasmina is so fucking pretty and intelligent. Rosanders date. Milan being sooo cute and Robbe having confidence in him and them being genuinely friends. I could swoon over the found family in the flatshare 24/7 and wish I could live with them. Robbes dad asking if Sander is a vegetarian. Luca & Noor shading Moyo. Noor having a personality besides being naïve and a beard for the Isak. Robbe caring about his mom.

What I disliked: Senne starting of as the worst William with his bracelets and showing around Ambers nudes. Ambers rudeness in general. The boys talking only about girls and totally ignoring Robbe for 6 weeks straight, especially Jens. Moyos sexist and homophobic comments and behavior. Clips and drama with no explanation or follow ups, brushed off or rushed scenes. The gay bashing and robbes slurs, them turning everything into drama for drama sake. For multiple weeks only clips that were either total drama or happy clips with no normal daily life. Exaggerating the robbe and noor make outs. No Sander the first 2 weeks. The lack of answeres from Sander and questions from Robbe, brushed of with one liners. Barely any texts.

#Skam #skam remakes #skam france #skam og #skam italia #Druck #skam espana #wtfock

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deacytits · 5 years

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Happy Birthday @darlingmalek!

It is our dear @darlingmalek‘s 17th birthday today! Wooo!!

In celebration, she requested a Gwil birthday blurb and below I have delivered the cheesiest but also softest high school au birthday blurb I could think of.

I hope you enjoy it boo! <3

You had never particularly enjoyed your birthday but this year you were looking forward to it - because this year you had a boyfriend. Gwilym. And he was literally the softest, sweetest, cutest tree you had ever laid eyes on. He had kept hinting at some surprises and being secretive with your best friends, so you knew to expect something….

And something you did get. First thing in the morning, you approached your locker - which had been covered in green birthday wrapping paper and ribbons. You couldn’t help the grin that overtook your face. As you opened your locker, you heard a click and suddenly paper confetti was raining down on you and into the hallway.

You stood in shock for a moment before Gwil and your friends came running around the corner, donning birthday hats and party horns.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” they exclaimed, blowing on their horns and picking up confetti to throw on you again.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Gwil said with a huge grin, grabbing you in his arms and dipping you for a kiss in the middle of the hallway.

Onlooking students clapped and wolf-whistled as he brought you back up, a blush creeping over your cheeks.

“Thank you, babe!” you smiled.

You friends adorned you with a Birthday Girl sash to wear all day and a crown that Sat atop your head. Gwil walked you to your first class, promising to see you again at lunch before kissing your hand and running off so he wasn’t late.

Throughout the day, many people wished you happy birthday thanks to your sash. Your cheeks hadn’t stopped being warm with embarrassment all day - but you also secretly loved the attention and the effort put in by your friends.

When lunch rolled around, you sat in your usual spot in the cafeteria, waiting for your friends and Gwil to join you. And join you they did.

One moment you were alone and the next they were suddenly surrounding you, one on each side and Gwil in front of you at the table. They all still had on their party hats and Gwil had a plate with a single cupcake in the middle - which also had a lit candle.

“1, 2, 3, 4….” he started.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU….” they all started, causing you to bury your face in your hands.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Y/N….. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOU!” they all sang, cheering and blowing on their party horns once again.

“Make a wish, dearest!” Gwil smiled, pushing the cupcake towards you.

You looked up at him, eyes soft with affection, and made your wish as you blew out the candle.

“What did you wish for?” your friend asked, doling out more cupcakes from the container in their hand.

“I can’t tell you, it won’t come true!” you laughed, relishing the sweet taste of the frosting as you licked off the candle.

You finished lunch uneventfully, laughing and filling up with cupcakes before going about the rest of your day.

At the final bell, you said one last goodbye and thank you to everyone for such a great birthday before hopping on the bus back home.

When you walked in your door, you noticed something on the kitchen table - likely something from your parents. There was a beautiful vase full of roses being hugged by a giant stuffed dog that had a few birthday balloons attached to its arm.

You grabbed the note in the flowers, opening it curiously.

“Darling -

I picked these roses out just for you because they’re as beautiful as you are. I hope you enjoyed everything at school today and can’t wait to celebrate properly at your party this weekend. Have fun at dinner with your parents!!

Love,

Gwil xoxo

(P.S. please thank your mom again for me for putting these up in your house)”

You couldn’t help but let out a giddy giggle, holding the note to your chest for a moment before snapping a picture and sending it to Gwil.

“I LOVE IT!!! And you :) XOXO”

He immediately sent back a million kissy face emojis, which made you blush and giggle all over again. Best. Birthday. Ever.

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buoyantsaturn · 6 years

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Liability [Reprise] (2/2)

a/n: happy last day of solangelo week!! it's been a great time yall and now i'd like to apologize for what youre about to read!! youre gonna cry, and not just because solangelo week is over, but because i'm a monster! i hope you enjoy it and dont hate me too bad after its over!!

part one here

read it on ao3

On the first day of Will’s second year in residency, he collapsed in the middle of the emergency room. He was diagnosed with severe exhaustion and dehydration and prescribed bed rest and a lot of fluids.

He woke up in his own private room, groggy and disoriented, with a clearly upset Nico sitting at his bedside.

“How are you feeling?” Nico asked, irritation evident in his voice.

“Tired,” Will croaked.

“I told you so,” Nico said, and Will rolled his head to the side to look at him, though he didn’t respond. “I told you this would happen,” Nico continued, voice rising in volume. “I told you that if you didn’t slow down, then something like this would happen. Do you get it now? Do you get that you’re killing yourself and that it’s time to quit whatever stupid game you’re playing? Just--” Nico sighed and grabbed one of Will’s hands between his, pressing his lips to his knuckles before he whispered, “Just come home with me. Come home, and we can stay in bed for a few days, and after that we can...we can do anything, whatever you want. We can travel all over the world, or we can find some...some volunteer work somewhere to keep us busy. We could get a dog or a cat, or become temporary foster parents, Will, we could have a family.”

“Being a doctor is my dream,” Will told him. “I’m not giving up on my dream.”

“So take a break instead,” Nico argued.

“I’ll take as long as I need to recover,” Will shot back. “As soon as I’m cleared, I’m coming back to work.”

They stared each other down in silence, daring the other to say anything more. Nico felt his chest constricting more and more with every breath, and his eyes began to sting with forming tears. He broke eye contact and stood up abruptly, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket - it was times like this that he most missed his oversized bomber.

“Fine,” he croaked, and he left the room.

He barely made it five feet from the door before he broke down, collapsing and sobbing into his hands.

They were twenty eight when Will spent his last one month in the Underworld. He seemed to finally be taking Nico’s advice to rest and relax and spend time with his boyfriend of over ten years. They would have lazy mornings in bed and take romantic walks through Persephone’s gardens (and Will had long gotten over whatever he’d had about having sex in Hell). They were happy again, happy like they were teenagers again, before Will had eaten that pomegranate seed and doomed his own life.

They were so incredibly happy, except for the times that they weren’t.

Whenever Nico brought up even the possibility that Will stop doing surgery or even take the shortest of breaks, it was like something in Will snapped. They would argue for entire days and end up sleeping in separate rooms. They would scream at each other until one of them would leave the room to avoid saying something they would regret.

One minute they would be talking about the idea of getting married. The next would end with a slamming door and objects thrown at the wall out of anger.

It was near the end of the month that Nico reminded Will that he should take it easy when he returned to work, so that he wouldn’t collapse on the job again. Of course, since it was a sensitive subject, Will’s frustration with his boyfriend spiked once again.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, trying to keep his cool.

“Maybe, but you know how tired you usually are after being here for so long,” Nico argued. “You’re not as healthy as your coworkers, and you might not be able to keep up with them--”

“I’m fine,” Will shouted, rising to his feet and stepping closer to get in Nico’s face. “I’m perfectly healthy. And when we get back home, I’m gonna show you how healthy I am, got it? I’ve got a long life ahead of me. I have a ring for you at home, hidden in my sock drawer, because I know I am going to live long enough to marry you.”

Will’s words were like a knife stabbing into Nico’s back. He knew Will didn’t have much time left. His estimation of mid-thirties was going to fall short; Will would be lucky to see the new year.

Nico folded his arms across his chest and dropped his gaze from Will’s eyes. “I’d say yes,” Nico said softly, but his gaze hardened. “If you lived that long, I’d say yes, but I’m not stupid.” He turned away, walking toward the door, but stopped before he left the room. “I’ll ask Alecto to take you home in a few days. Don’t expect me to be there waiting for you.”

And he walked out.

He couldn’t bare to return to the surface for more than a few hours - the risk of seeing Will was too high. He asked his father for errands to run instead, to keep his mind busy, and when he sensed that it was time, he shadow traveled into their apartment - uncleaned, since Will never had the time or energy to bother with organizing - and dug around in Will’s sock drawer until the found the ring box.

Will didn’t make it back to the apartment that night.

One second, he was at work, running toward the ambulance bay to intercept an incoming trauma. And the next he was kneeling at the foot of Hades’s throne, feeling lighter and stronger and more relaxed than he’d ever remembered feeling.

“You’re an idiot,” Hades called down to him, and Will glanced up to see the god towering over him, probably intending to look more intimidating than usual. “I do not understand what my son sees in a child of Apollo, especially one as stupid as you. However, I love my son, and he has loved you, so I supposed I can tolerate an eternity with you, if that is what Nico chooses. If he welcomes you back, then you may spend your afterlife with him in the Palace.”

“Thank you, Lord Hades,” Will said, bowing his head again. “Um, is he here, somewhere?”

“In his chambers, waiting for you,” Hades answered, and so Will got up and left.

He tried forming his apology in his head as he walked down the long halls to Nico’s room, but there was too much to say and his thoughts kept getting jumbled. What could he even say to get Nico to take him back? Why would Nico want him back, after the things he’d said and done?

He walked up to Nico’s door without a single coherent thought in his head, but he knocked on the door anyway, opening it once he heard a response from within.

Nico was sitting on the bed, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, gaze locked on the floor, darker-than-usual circles under his eyes.

Will walked forward and dropped to his knees in front of Nico. “I’m so sorry,” Will started, and his composure broke instantly. “You were right, and I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you. I was so focused on being a good doctor that I neglected you and only thought about myself, and-- Shit, Nico, I’m so sorry.” He choked out a sob, furiously trying to wipe away his own tears before they splashed against the tiled floor. “I’m such an idiot, I should have been there for you, I’ve been acting so stupid for so long. I don’t deserve you, and...and you don’t deserve someone like me, and I know that, but-- I know now how wrong I was for the last...however many years, and I know I don’t deserve another chance, but please, give me a second chance. Or third, or fiftieth, or however many, just one more. I don’t want to spend another second without you, and I want to make up for how shitty I’ve been. I love you, Nico, I love you so much, please forgive me.”

Nico stood up, and Will had to dry his tears to see that Nico was holding out a ring box - the same one that Will had had in his sock drawer. That was Nico’s ring, and he was giving it back. Will felt his heart break all over again.

He reached up with a shaky hand and took the box from Nico. “That’s...a no, then. Huh. I...don’t know if I was expecting that, or not.”

“No, stupid,” Nico said, and Will did expect the anger in his voice. “You’re already on your knees, so I’m telling you to put that ring to good use.”

“You want me to…? You mean, you’re not mad at me?”

“I’m pissed at you,” Nico clarified, “but I’ve always loved you more than I could ever manage to hate you, so are you going to ask, or not?”

Will blinked up at him a few times, then glanced down at the ring box. He cracked it open slowly, presenting the ring, and said, “Nico di Angelo, will you spend an eternity in Hell with me?”

Nico lowered himself to his knees and cupped Will’s face in his hands before pulling him in for the softest, sweetest kiss. “Of course, Sunshine.”

Will let out another sob as fresh tears started to fall and he collapsed forward into Nico’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his fiance’s waist.

“I missed you so much,” Nico whispered into his ear, allowing a few of his own tears to fall as he stroked Will’s hair. “I love you, you big idiot.”

Will pulled back and leaned his forehead against Nico’s. “I’m gonna make it up to you, for everything. I’m going to spend the rest of eternity making you as happy as I possibly can. I’m gonna give you the greatest wedding the Underworld has seen since Hades and Persephone’s. Anything you want, just say the word.”

Nico smiled, and it felt so much easier than it had in so long. “All I need is you.”

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aefintyr · 5 years

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what's one thing u want people to know or remember about ur muses?

Uhhhhhhhhhhh, this is an unexpected question lmao I literally had to sit here for a few minutes and just like, think about it. Because I’m like, terrible at headcanons. I usually keep that shit in my brain or I vomit it at friends lol

LETA PYRITES

As much as Leta is justified in their actions, it doesn’t excuse what they’ve done and they know it. Yes, their role is mainly as a spy and blackmailing others but they have witnessed many, many deaths, been complicit in the deaths of many Muggles and Muggleborns, and have actively killed when they’ve had to. They’ve never wanted to and don’t enjoy it, but they know it doesn’t matter in the eyes of their victims or their victims’ loved ones. In their eyes, they’re just another Death Eater, another Pureblood, another monster. Their reasons don’t matter. And Leta has learned to live with this.

ÉTIENNETTE WILKES

My sweetest, softest, rose-tinted girl. She isn’t the serpent hiding underneath the flower, she is the flower. But that doesn’t mean she’s innocent. She compromises her morals until they become basically irrelevant because she chooses her friends over morality, over what is right. She surrounds herself with monsters, cares for monsters, and willingly works for the biggest monster of them all. Part of it is being inadvertently conditioned over the years by her friends to disregard her morals, but a lot of it is by choice.

MARY MACDONALD

Her Catholic upbringing had a big effect on how she views the world, regardless of whether or not she still believes in God but especially when she stops. It affected her disillusionment and subsequent distrust of Dumbledore, and it affected her own morality when it had been so absolute. Thou shalt not kill. Her faith and belief in God was one of the foundations of who she was, and that gets absolutely shattered after Mulciber nearly kills her. Through the haze of depression and emptiness that follows, she eventually comes to two startling conclusions: either God isn’t real and could have never saved her or God is real and didn’t bother to. She takes a sharp left turn into morally ambiguous territory, and as they say - the rest is history.

PANDORA LOVEGOOD

The fact that she is a Malfoy is so, so important to her character, y’all, like I’m not even fucking with you. It gives context to how she interacts with others, her relationship with blood purity and Death Eaters, the subsequent rejection of those things because she doesn’t have time for that and just why Pandora treats the world a particular way in reference to how she’s always been treated throughout her life.

ALECTO CARROW

Alecto has numerous ugly scars on her back inflicted upon her through dark magic by her father. Her back is honestly a mess of horrendous scar tissue and have never properly healed due to the nature of cursed wounds, and she has always been self-conscious of it. Her father made sure it was on a place that generally others wouldn’t notice. When she attends pureblood events and parties, she never wears backless dresses and is very particular when she has sex with others. They’re a permanent reminder of what she has to live up to, of her father’s expectations and punishments when she fails to. She hates him for it that she imagines killing him countless times and hopes to run away. She loves him enough that she continues to try and fail to be good enough for him.

GRISHA MCLAGGEN

Will I ever stop saying her relationship with Tom/Voldemort? Probably not. I mean, you can’t blame me when it’s kind of the center point of the fan film. He’s a crux component of her identity and the discovery of her heritage, and how she grew into herself during Hogwarts. Grisha holds herself responsible for not stopping him when she had the chance, when she had many chances to. For not seeing the red flags for what they truly are, for seeing them and turning away because she wanted to see him as the brilliant boy she fell in love with, as her best friend she was going to change the world with, as the hero who saved Hogwarts at the cost of a poor girl’s life and a sweet boy she knew. Grisha bought into the illusion and the person because she wanted to, because she couldn’t face the reality of who this boy she’s known all these years really was. Then she became an Auror as a result but it was already too late to save him from himself. And then she was too late to save her friends from him.

BELLATRIX LESTRANGE

Bella is a monster, plain and simple. She is a horrible, terrible human being and is a villain for a reason. I don’t see how you could ever forget this but don’t think I forgot this, because I definitely haven’t. She’s a powerful, deadly monster; delighting and an expert in killing people. But this doesn’t negate how important her relationship with her sisters is to her character and to me. To her, they are, or were, her soulmates; her flesh and blood, meant to be hers and meant to be by her side forever. She is not who she is without them. Her loyalty to them is fiercer, more absolute than her loyalty to her own parents - or so she thought. Andromeda’s betrayal entirely fractures her identity and how she saw herself and the world around her. She stops letting people in almost entirely, her distrust skyrockets, and she double downs on everything awful about herself while simultaneously becoming obsessive over those she cares about that she has left.

ALICE LONGBOTTOM

I don’t believe I’ve ever stated this on the blog yet or have it mentioned on Alice’s profile yet, but Alice was a fucking magical genius. She was a poster child prodigy born into the limelight because of her Quidditch superstar dad and Sacred 28 mum, constantly compared to and pitted against her Squib twin sister and she hated it. But she also worked hard to live up to her own expectations, and in some ways the expectations of her parents and the public. She is brilliant and good, applying herself to anything and everything - partially so her sister doesn’t miss out on all the sorts of magic Hogwarts has to offer. I believe Dumbledore would’ve recruited her regardless of whether or not she was an Auror, that was only a bonus. Basically, out of all my muses, she’s the only one who would actually be a threat to Bellatrix and the Lestrange brothers.

MAFALDA PREWETT

Okay, I often joke about how awful Mafalda is; how she likes to show off, is an attention seeker and is hungry for validation, sarcastic and bitchy and rude, and has a tendency to be nosy and eavesdrop and gossip about others. But like, she’s a match for Hermione in terms of intellectual and academic prowess. And she isn’t afraid to work hard for it, to make up for the years where she was left in the dark by her parents in order to catch up to her peers and be better than them. Like she genuinely enjoys learning and is very, very gifted and studious. She’s a tad bit too arrogant, sure, but there’s a genuine reason for her arrogance.

CHARITY BURBAGE

Charity is still very materialistic. It’s not a surprise, honestly, for a girl raised by purebloods and swathed in wealth. She enjoys and savours expensive clothing, fine wine and food, lavish trips to beautiful cities. There’s a certain image she projects after rejecting her real name and using ‘Burbage’ instead, with long sweaters, and cups of tea, and dog-eared pages in worn copies of Hamlet. But yeah, she still keeps a small fortune of galleons around before she self-exiled herself, and the apartment she bought is in a far more expensive area of Muggle London. But at the same time, she was willing to give up her comforts and material wealth and luxuries for the sake of her independence and bettering herself away from the influence of her family.

LILY EVANS

My Lily is, purposefully, not like Fanon!Lily, or at least I’m trying to consciously not make her like that; whether or not I achieve it is another story altogether. There’s a lot of pent up resentment, and she was very willing to break the rules that she often made others uphold. She wasn’t friends with the Marauders at all during most of Hogwarts, only starting to befriend them when she began dating James in her seventh year and absolutely abhorred the boy until she ended her friendship with Snape. She had her own group of girls she was very close with, including Mary Macdonald, her best friend, and had dated a few people before James, with one very serious relationship with a girl ending by Sixth year. She was very willing to seriously hurt Mulciber (and even kill him) when she heard what he did to Mary, and after Dumbledore said that Mulciber wouldn’t be expelled for his actions.

KATIE BELL

She REALLY likes girls, that’s all. Okay, but seriously her friendship with the girls around her - Angelina, Alicia, Leanne, Hermione - is so important to her, and important to me too. It’s as intrinsic to her character as Quidditch is, as the terrifying moment when she got cursed by the opal necklace. Although they are a part of her realisation that she’s attracted to girls, she really loves them a lot and would do anything for them.

DORCAS MEADOWES

She never wanted this life. Dorcas has been running away from this for so long, trying so hard to untangle herself from all of it, because this isn’t who she is, who she wants to be. She rejected magic, she rejected the Wizarding World, she rejected her place in the war. Being special, being different from everyone around her, fucking frightened her. She was content with the life she already had - being normal, as normal as a Jewish-Indian girl can be living in Wales with two dads. Her moral compass is the choke chain that holds her in place, that drove her to join the Order after much convincing from Alastor Moody, that had her agreeing to become a double agent within the Death Eaters’ ranks. There’s a lot of self-loathing and reluctance when it comes to her character and her involvement as a Double Agent.

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Okay, so I was replaying TWDGS1 for an hour or two and found some neat little tidbits in Episode One that I decided to make into headcanons.

-Clementine grew up in a pretty, big house and had a wealth of toys to keep her company. She had a pool which she would swim in the hot summer days. Clem adored swimming and she had wanted to learn how to surf the next summer but the apocalypse happened and ruined her goal. She had a red wagon and when her father, Edmund, was on a break, she would ask him to drive her around and he gladly accepted. Clem liked having tea parties as well and would make tea parties with her stuffed animals. She also had a tire swing that her father made for her and she would get him to push her. In Starved For Help, when Lee helped push her on the swing, she reminisced about how her father used to do the exact same thing for her. In a determinant option, Lee has the choice to stay with Clementine for the day and they sneak out at night, and she introduces Lee to her treehouse. It’s honestly the cutest thing he’s ever seen. It was filled with stuffed animals, paintings and drawings she’s made, stickers and wallpapers.

-She adored arts and crafts, collected coloring books and was fond of drawing, painting and coloring. Shortly after Sandra was bitten, Clementine recalls seeing bandits enter her house and ransacking the place before leaving and hearing Sandra screaming in agony two nights ago before she met Lee Everett.

-When she was very young, she would cry if neither her mother or father were present and would hug her stuffed animals at the end of watching Barney, Care Bears or The Land Before Time as either one of her parents would have to come in and hug her by the end of it - she was the softest, sweetest girl ever.

-On Diana’s birthday, Clementine and Sandra prepared a cake for her - her mother was ecstatic. Clem adored baking and sometimes, Diana would teach her how to bake when she had the time. She was taught with manners.

-When winter came, she would go sliding on her toboggan with her father and get into snowball fights with him and would help stray dogs with food - even though her mother wasn’t fond of dogs.

-Edmund and Clementine would have arm wrestling contests and he would let her win.

-She really liked Pokemon.

-Clementine had a really sweet singing voice and in a few months, she would be preparing for the Christmas Concert... until the dead began walking. Later on in the year, she often sang to cheer up the rest of the group when they were feeling sullen. She was a source of comfort to Ben when he was having nightmares.

-You bet that during the three month timeskip when they stayed at the motor inn, Clementine and Duck would lighten up the grim atmosphere. They rounded the group up and played Duck-Duck-Goose and the most hilarious results happened. Clementine picked Lilly and as Clem ran, Lilly walked slowly behind her and let her win.

-Clementine and Duck found a bunch of balloons in the inn and inhaled a lot of helium and making their voices higher pitched. It was literally the most priceless thing ever and made even Larry laugh - that’s quite a feat.

-Clementine looked up to Lilly, especially when she found out that she was part of the military. She thought of her as one of her heroes and it was honestly the cutest thing in the world.

-Some of Clementine’s Halloween costumes consist of a cupcake, a princess and a cat. Edmund remembers recording her running around the house and the TV repeatedly saying “I’m a cupcake” - it was the cutest thing.

-She really, really wanted to go to Disneyland - it was one of her childhood dreams. Unfortunately, this dream of hers doesn’t seem very likely to come true.

-Her house address was 5930.

-Edmund and Diana were expecting another child on their way home from Savannah - Clementine would have been a big sister. Diana never told her husband the news, even though she had wanted to, Edmund had been bitten. Diana lost her baby shortly after the incident due to intense stress and grief and she was in the beginning stages of her pregnancy. Edmund reanimated first then bit Diana and even though she was suffering and felt as if her body was aflame, she made one last call to Sandra, and then to her beloved daughter. Her first message was at 5:43PM where she tells Sandra about Edmund being in an incident with some “crazy guy” and going into the ER at the hospital to get it checked out and therefore they’d have to stay another day and she tells Sandra not to worry and that they’d be back home before her Spring Break. The second message was at 11;19PM where she says that the calls are being dropped and the doctors wouldn’t tell her anything about Atlanta, and she pleads with Sandra to leave the city and to take Clementine back to Marietta and that she needs to get back to the hospital and to let her know when they’re safe. The third and final message was at 6:51AM where she tells Clementine to call the police and tells her that her parents loved her. Diana died shortly after and reanimated.

Clementine never received her message.

#( HEADCANONS. )#yep these are pre-apocalypse headcanons!!#SHE WAS A PRECIOUS BABY GIRL!!

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mooifyourecows · 6 years

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Pets masterpost please! Who? How many? How?

Oh hell. Uhm... alright. Just cats though, because I already made a dog post.

So first...

This is Nashi (nickname: Nish Nash). She’s my missing girl and also my first cat that I adopted after moving out of my parents house. She’s got a mean personality towards other cats but loves Mugi and humans.

She was also the blurry kitty in my first tumblr icon that I used to have back in the day and was basically my go to cat for selfies.

Next, this is Ruto (nickname: RuRu and RuRu Kachoo). She’s my majestic black lion. Her meow is the most hilarious and she drools. A LOT.

She is missing a tooth, gets a ton of knots in her hair that I have to shave off (to her dismay), and has anxiety.

Next is Doffy (nickname: Doaf the Oaf). He’s my dumbass. He is too brave and has jumped into my dad’s truck and driven away with him without him knowing until he got home more than once.

He’s also the one who goes on walks with me and the dogs, cuddles with Mugi more than with me, and brings live birds into the house and releases them. Spends the most amount of time at the vet, notorious for sneezing boogers across the room, and has been sprayed by a skunk three times.

Next is arguably my prettiest cat, Bisha (nickname: Bitcha). She is the one who disappeared for two months before we found her again. She is a chronic cuddler and no one is safe from her snuggle attacks.

She will make the most pitiful “I’m being abused!” meow if you move her from a comfortable position. Special move is napping in a perfect spherical shape and grabbing your clothes if you are passing by when she needs attention ASAP.

Then there’s Momo (nickname: Momonos). She is cute as a button and the softest thing you will never have the pleasure of touching because this hoe do NOT like to be touched. Unless she comes to you. Even then, neck only. And she has to be the one to rub on your fingers, not vice versa. She’s a Diva, okay.

She has interesting sleeping positions and 10/10 will fight any cat that looks at her wrong. Also a little bit of a recluse. Likes to hang out inside my clothes (when she’s in the mood to have physical contact.)

And then, I’m sure you all already know Makki (nickname: Makkimoo). She’s the youngest and sweetest member of the family. 10/10 guaranteed to steal your girlfriend. The vets rave about her when she goes in.

Most well mannered. Pretty chill. Make eye contact with her from across the room and she will immediately start purring. The only cat allowed to sleep with me at night because she is light and wakes me up with gentle kisses instead of suffocation.

And here is Boomer (nickname: BoomBoom or BoomyWoomy). He’s the hardest to get a good picture of. Moves too much. Solely an outside cat. Loves people and Mugi but is a little nervous around other cats.

He is a big boy and loves to be pet. Has a crooked broken tail that curves around into a loop at the end. Spends most of his time guarding the house from raccoons. (I just watched him chase one away. Poor Raccoon.)

And here we have Brook (nickname: Brookybrook). He’s an old man and definitely part pitbull based on head size alone. He is very territorial, which causes some problems when he tries to chase Yuki and Boomer off, but I am hoping that will calm down when I get him neutered. (He’s next on the list!)

He’s a nice kitty who quickly stole my drunk cousin’s heart on Christmas. Makki is his best friend and he tolerates it when she wrestles him in the middle of his nap and even sometimes gives her baths.

And the last one is Yukine (nickname: Yuki). He’s still getting used to the family but I think he’s gonna be happy here!

And, because I always leap to spam the shit out of my cute pets, here’s some bonus picture under the cut.

Bonus: My mom and Dad’s cat: Kuroo (named by me, wow big surprise)

Okay I’ll stop. I resisted putting in my series of “cats sleeping on my dog” pics. That’s for another time, I suppose.

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prince!hoshi

req’d by anon!!!

truly just the sweetest softest kindest boy in the whole country, and incredibly humble considering he’s also THE PRINCE

growing up the country totally adored him because he was so mischievous and cute, he would attend public events with his parents and would always manage to wiggle his way out of his bodyguard’s line of sight and run into the crowds to play with a dog he saw or kiss a baby

like ……. his parents hired an extra secret service guard for him after each event but even when there were ten of them watching him he was able to goof off and make the public laugh

as he got older he didn’t get less mischievous, but in public he had to behave better and also he was too big to sneak away :-( so most of the mischief happened in the palace

soonyoung and his bff seokmin, the head of staff’s son, would wreak havoc

it’s not like soonyoung didn’t want to be a prince as a child…..but his etiquette lessons bored him and he didn’t like the idea of being “refined” and “regal”

because that wasn’t his personality!!!! and it never would be

the only class he liked at all was his dance class, because he liked the instructor a lot and he really loved dance itself, something that he grew more and more passionate about over the years

so he ditched a lot of his dumb classes, and he and seokmin would spook the butlers and leave whoopie cushions on seats in the council room and run away from the guards hooting and hollering

one time they tried to sneak off the palace grounds into the city w/o protection….. the guards at the gate nearly had an aneurism but finally got them back inside the palace

they gave a lot of people headaches but the staff of the castle loved them anyways

because no matter how silly he was, prince soonyoung would always help the maids carry sheets to guest rooms, bring carrots to the stables for the horses, set the dinner table alongside the staff, basically he would just be humble and lovely and helpful

he never ever thought he was better than them and he always wanted to learn how to do things, whether it was baking bread or grooming a horse or gardening

in particular he spent a lot of time in the kitchens with seokmin, sometimes trying to steal snacks (they always got caught) but also just hanging out with the cooks

the head chef, a middle aged woman, loved soonyoung to death!!!! and sometimes acted like more of a mother than his actual mom did, and if he ever scraped his knee or anything the first thing he would do would go crying to the kitchens

he never got good at cooking despite all of the chefs trying to teach him his favorite recipes, but it never stopped him from trying, bless his lil heart

by the time it was time for him to go to school his parents had gotten a tiny bit fed up with his dislike of his royal tutors, so they decided to send him to boarding school just outside the capital of the country

honestly high school wasn’t HORRIBLE for soonyoung, but he missed the palace and seokmin and being able to see his people, and when he graduated he really wanted to go to college in the capital …. and because he did well in school his parents let him apply to whatever school he wanted, which was only like 20 minutes walking from the palace

because soonyoung didn’t like acting superior to anyone he compromised with his parents (who wanted him to live in the palace w/ full security) and ended up living in a little apartment near his campus

which ……. is right next door to your little apartment!!!!

you don’t go to college, in fact you’ve actually just started to work in the palace kitchens because you’re saving up to go to college!!!! until then you’re capitalizing off of being an incredible baker and working in the palace

but you want to be able to take classes in business and start your own little cafe, which is a dream since you were young …… you figure that actually understanding business is necessary to own your own, but you don’t know ….. anything about it

anyways, when soonyoung moves in you’re surprised to walk out the elevator on a normal sunday morning and see ????? a bunch of secret service guards in the hallway ?????blocking the route to your home?????

at first you’re panicking because ur like “oh god they’re here because i took a cake home oh no what do i do” but then you realize that there must be something else going on!!!! for a moment you’re trying to figure it out but then you’re like. you’ve gotta get your groceries into your home before your ice cream melts

so you try to sneak past but the guards are stone faced and are like “you can’t go past here” and ur like ????um i live here ?????? and they’re like “provide proof of your residence”

at this point you’re truly confused and about to argue but then you hear a voice go “c’mon guys let them get to their apartment” and you turn and oh my god it’s the prince ??!??!!??!?!

you’ve never seen soonyoung in person despite working in the kitchens, the older staff always tell stories about the prince and talk about how well he’s grown up, but he’s understandably busy now that he’s older so he doesn’t stop by that much anymore

and the times that he has dropped into the kitchens you’ve been off shift

honestly you were sort of jealous of your co-worker friends because they would rave about how handsome and kind he was and u were like!!! i want to see the prince :-(

but seeing him in person you really don’t think your friends were doing him justice … his eyes are sparkling and his skin is practically glowing and his hair looks so soft and MAYBE you’re getting a little too starstruck, but soonyoung is even more handsome than the kitchen intern named mingyu who everyone thinks is a model

and when he smiles toothily at you, you’re like. oh my god. An Angel Is Right In Front Of My Eyes?

meanwhile soonyoung thinks your shocked expression is adorable and he’s excited to have such a cute neighbor, so he sticks his hand out nd introduces himself and you stutter out your name and then you stammer out “i’m sorry i don’t mean to be so rude i’ve just never seen a handsome prince in person”

which. is NOT what you meant to say but soonyoung laughs and his ears go a little pink and you’d probably happily stand there staring for another hour but... … one of the guards is like “your highness-” “PLEASE call me soonyoung” “-uhhh soonyoung you have a lot to unpack before your dinner with your parents”

and the moment sort of fades away, you manage to get into your apartment but of course you can’t stop thinking about soonyoung (and how AWKWARD you are)

you think that even if he wasn’t the prince you would be excited for him to be living next door to you…...in fact you think him being the prince has almost nothing to do with the way you can’t stop thinking about his cheerful smile and kind eyes

little do you know :-) soonyoung is also thinking about you :-)

you wish that you could work up the courage to talk to him again, but you’re afraid of saying something embarrassing again and also he’s a prince!!! he’s surrounded by beautiful rich people that he could be friends or lovers with, so why would he want to be either of those things with you???

however your politeness and friendliness means that you have to give him a welcome gift, so a few days after he moves in, you bake him a cake and leave it at his door with a little note attached to it

and when soonyoung gets home from classes and sees your gift he blushes! he’s so happy!!!! he scrawls out a little thank you note (with a tiny drawing of himself eating cake!! cutie) and puts it on your door, and i’m not saying you stick it on your fridge but yeah you do that

you sort of get into a routine of passing notes between apartments, little things like “hope you have a good day” or “i liked the music you played last night haha,” but you never actually talk to each other :-(

because as famous as soonyoung is, he’s just as nervous to talk to his cute neighbor as you are!!!!

your schedules don’t line up at all so you don’t see each other either, but starting that night you’ll sometimes hear him laughing loudly with someone (seokmin!!!!) and sometimes you hear music playing (as he dances!!!) and it’s oddly comforting to know that he’s there

in fact you don’t see him until one slow day at the kitchens, you’re kneading dough and suddenly you hear the head chef exclaim “soonyoung!” and there he is in the flesh!!!!

many of the staff gravitate towards him, but you watch from afar, nervously trying to decide whether or not you should say hello or if you should just hide

but before you can slip away like a middle schooler with a crush soonyoung catches your eye!!! his smile grows at the sight of your floury apron and rosy cheeks and before you know it everyone’s going back to work and he makes his way over to your little baking station

seeing him in Prince Clothes honestly takes your breath away …. his hair is carefully done and he’s wearing a collared shirt and you don’t know how anyone is allowed to be this attractive?!?!?! especially when they’re also kind and rich !??!?!?!

soonyoung is like “i didn’t know you worked here or i would’ve come by sooner” and internally cringes at how cheesy he sounds…...

but when you duck your head and laugh shyly he figures it was worth sounding c*rny ;(

you talk for a couple of minutes before seokmin comes in and is like “soonyoung we gotta leave to go to this event rn” but before he leaves soonyoung asks if you’d like to come over for dinner on friday and your heart catches in your throat

and you say yes

as soon as he leaves the kitchen seokmin is like whom is that???? and soonyoung is like THAT Is The Most Amazing Person in the World and won’t shut up about how nice you are and how he can’t believe you said yes to getting dinner and seokmin regrets ever asking

friday you go next door to soonyoung’s for dinner………..except he sheepishly explains that he tried to cook and fucked it up ……….so you end up ordering chinese food but it feels more authentically soonyoung so you don’t really mind

and he’s genuinely interested in your interests and job and dreams so you end up talking until like midnight, he tells you about his fear of being king and his wish to help his people and make their lives better and his love of dancing

and as much as he’s interested in your dreams, you’re interested in his …… which is something that soonyoung doesn’t encounter that often ….. people are interested in his title or his image, but not necessarily what drives him and what he loves

and when he tells you he loves to dance and your eyes light up and you ask him to show you some time, he can’t help but lean in to kiss you

it’s only for a second before he realizes what he’s doing, and then he pulls away apologizing but you’re just like. soonyoung!!! don’t be sorry!!!!!!! and kiss him again

it’s your first kiss of many many many many many kisses

both you and soonyoung are always sort of in awe of the other, and for a while it’s difficult for either of you to believe that you’re dating, but slowly you get used to the movie nights and texting and cuddling and it stops being a fairytale

not that it isn’t still amazing!!! but soonyoung appreciates that you don’t expect a fairytale from him and understand that he’s just a normal guy who happens to be royalty, and you appreciate that he doesn’t want you to be royalty or famous, he loves you just the way you are

he starts stopping by the kitchens a lot more and the head chef totally knows and teases both of you about it, but also one day she tells you that she couldn’t have thought of a better fit for soonyoung and you can’t stop smiling for the rest of the day

despite soonyoung’s love of skinship, he wants your relationship to be private and intimate (because so much of his life has been public) so even after you’ve been together for a few years and the public knows about it your relationship the real affection is behind closed doors

but when ur in one of your apartments he will cuddle you until you overheat and literally need him to let go

he LOVES your baking and supports you wholeheartedly in your dream of opening a cafe!!!! it takes a long time but when you save up enough money and finally buy a little storefront near the castle he cuts the ribbon and obviously since prince soonyoung likes the cafe you do really well

but as he always tells you….. he made your talent known to the public but you’re the one who really made your dream come true, not him

he dances for you sometimes and you think it’s the most wonderful thing in the world!!!!! you encourage him to show people and it actually gets him to start teaching dance classes to underprivileged kids in the city !!!!!

when the two of you are wrapped under the covers and he whispers about his worries that everyone sees him as “the prince” and not as soonyoung ….. you kiss his nose and tell him that there is no universe that you wouldn’t have fallen in love with him, prince or not

#hoshi scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #hoshi #seventeen imagines #me: im gonna write a short thing #me: writes 2.4k of prince soonyoung #i hope this is good! i didnt proof read cause im TIRED but hopefully it's alright #i love u guys !!!!!!!!!!!!#and i hope u like it!!!!!!

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girlwsoftsound · 7 years

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Calculus || Adam Hann Oneshot

Word Count: 2,133 Summary: When exams come around, you need your boyfriend Adam to help you through the panic that comes with them. Author’s Note: I feel like I added a bit of my hatred of Calculus in this fic subconsciously lol. I love it, though. Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy!

There’s a special feeling of existential and emotional dread that likes to rear its ugly head every time exams come around.

It’s not like you are a bad student. No, you try hard and usually it pays off for you, at least well enough to pass your classes and maintain a steady GPA above or around a 3.5. You have no idea why you worry so much about your exams. You most likely will be find. But, you do. Obsessively so. So much that sometimes, while you are cooped up in the library nearest your campus apartment, you book a private reading room just so that you do not annoy those also trying to study with your crying and panic-fueled pep talks that often do more harm to your mental state than good.

It’s not that you want to be the best. It’s far from that actually. You could care less what you personally ended up with, so long as you passed and were able to continue on. C’s get degrees, the mantra goes. What you care about, what drives you to put so much pressure on yourself, is your parents. More specifically, their intent to hold everything you hold dear riding on your grades. Your car, your tuition, your money...even your boyfriend.

Yes, your parents dictate your ability to have and stay with your boyfriend based on how well you did in school. It is just as archaic and silly as it sounds, but it’s life.

Adam’s a great guy. Chill, sweet, a downright gentleman - in any other world, with any other set of parents, he’d be the guy they would be pressuring you to keep. He comes from a well-to-do background and is incredibly smart - the man majors in Biochemistry, for pete sakes. He is a strict parent’s wet dream, and a charmer to those who could normally care less. Yet, your parents have to be annoying. They have to make things hard on this boy, make his attraction to you a flux arrangement pinned on whether or not you are able to pass random courses assigned to you over semesters. He tells you it’s fine, but you feel it’s not. You hate it. You hate that your precious man, the boy with the softest touches and the sweetest of kisses, can go away if you forget to study a certain aspect of history, or misinterpret a writing prompt. It only adds to the anxiety.

That, and your complete inability to understand Calculus.

Seriously, what is up with this satanic subject?

It’s the last Math class you have to take, and it’s kicking your ass. You know it is. Every bit of your mind cries out when you fumble through the problems, and even the concepts you do get present themselves in completely different ways on exams, so it hardly is rewarding when something isn’t mentally tasking for once. It throws you into a huge tailspin of dread every time you work on it. Adam tries to help, but his brain works faster than you do, and despite his kind nature, it frustrates him. You can tell it does, which is why you never bring it up to him anymore. You simply sit, paralyzed in your room or your lecture hall or the library, and let panic take over. It’s easier that way, isn’t it? For him, at least. For your family. Nothing to worry about if you don’t really know how your daughter is failing miserably.

It all comes down to one exam. One final Calculus exam. You aced the other exams, but this one is the one for all the marbles. If you fail it, you are toast. Actually, if you get anything less than a 76, you are toast, because that gets you a C in the class, and your parents started off by saying that a B or higher is what is required to keep everything. It terrifies you. It brings you to such a panic that, once locked away in your favorite reading room, you send Adam a text claiming you are going off the grid until after the exam, because you could not stand to see him get worried over the fragile mental state you could feel yourself slipping into. He is too pure, too gentle to see that.

Studying starts out like it always does. Fear in the pit of your stomach, but determination winning out. You take a practice test and give it your all. After this is when thing start to change. Each red X next to a problem chips away at your determination. Each red X makes you shake, makes your brain unable to think. Each red X makes you want to stop existing, just long enough until the exam didn’t matter. Each red X makes your eyes turn to look at your phone, Adam’s face lighting up your lock screen and reminding you of what is good in your world, what there is to live for. But, his face only reminds you to keep studying. He reminds you of what you have to lose.

More studying, more frustration, more panic. You would be pulling your hair out by now if it wasn’t for the fact that Adam likes your hair. He tells you all the time. If you don’t get higher than a 76, you won’t hear him say it again. Ice cold, piercing fear hits you. Suddenly, the room is too small. Suddenly, you feel like exploding right then and there is a great option. Hands shaking, you take your pencil and, letting out a shriek, throw it as hard as you can against the wall. It hits and clinks down, barely causing the uproar you felt it did. Your breathing is rushed. You can’t really form perfect thoughts, or instruct yourself to so much as move to not be in the middle of the room. You sink to the ground, curl up, and let the thoughts eat away at you. You can’t do it. This is pointless. You’re going to fuck your life up just like they know you will.

“{Y/N}?”

The sound of his voice startles you, rattles something in your brain that screams for you to stop acting so childish and look up from your blank stare. He looks hurt, confused, ready to drop the coffee cup in his hand at your command to comfort you. Everything screams for you to get up and run into his arms. But, your everything is also paralyzed in fear. He takes one glance at your Calculus work on the table and, after setting your coffee and the food he brought along for you on it, kneels down to your level. His eyes are soft, saddened, yearning to meet yours. You can’t properly do that, though. Not now. Not when it feels like everything is too much. He seems to come to this realization fast, because he drops the attempt to meet them to instead hold you. His arms are warm, stable. Everything you are not. You don’t remember how you start to cry, but notice the way Adam’s fingers gently wipe them away when they cloud up your face with their trails.

“Hey,” he says gently, knowing anything more would be too much, “hey, it’s okay. I’m here for you, love. I’m here.”

He is. For now.

“A-Adam, I-”

“Shhh,” he replies, and you want to slap him because no, you don’t understand, this may be the last chance I have to talk to you alone because of my shitty parents, but your willpower only lets you whimper. “It’s alright. Do you want me to help?”

“B-But you h-hate-”

“We’ve had hard times trying to do this before, but I can shove that aside for today,” he tells you, and you believe that he’s right. You believe he’s going to hold up his end of the bargain, because he’s Adam. He would never lie to you, could never lie to you. “Can I pick you up, love?”

Yes, but don’t let go of me. “S-Sure.”

He brings you to your feet, holding you still seeing as your legs have grown wobbly from shaking. It’s the worst feeling coupled alongside the best. You want to cry again. Ushered over to your chair, he slides you in and pushes the coffee your way. Taking a sip, it tastes like Vanilla. Very sweet. Much like Adam. You thank him meekly, and he replies with a smile that takes what little breath you have left away.

“Looks like you have trouble with differential equations.” He has been looking through your practice test for the past few minutes, scanning the obnoxiously long 135 question exam carefully. He does not sound as frustrated as he normally does. He sounds calm, understanding. Getting up, he goes to the whiteboard in the room and brings one of your books to get problem ideas.

“Let me teach you a few tricks. These always tripped me up when I took Calc I.”

It is amazing. With few slip ups, he actually conveys those tricks to you, and they work. It is as if he found the Rosetta Stone and suddenly could speak your language. It’s not perfect, because Math still hates your brain and your brain hates it, but it helps. The rest of your studying goes much the same way. By the time you are finished with him, and the clock reads thirty minutes until your exam, you actually feel somewhat ready. Anxiety at a new low. Heart not racing wildly like normal, caffeine being all that is causing it to beat differently. He walks you to your exam room, hand in hand, and gives you a soft kiss at the door.

“Good luck,” he says, effortless, not knowing the risks behind this exam. You thank him, just as breathy, but less confident. Going into the pale room and getting your exam, you feel like dying. You wish he could stay by your side. You wish he could ease your nerves like that, like a service dog. A service person. A good boyfriend.

He’s out front when you leave the exam.

The next few hours are spent in his house, with tea in your hands, soft pillows beneath you, and cheesy romance movies playing on loop on the TV. Adam’s lips are on your neck, and you let them roam without question. You let him feel and explore, because perhaps this is the last time they can. Perhaps this is his last chance to let them taste your skin. You consider perhaps making tonight your first time being intimate with him, but quickly shove that thought away. As much as you want to, it will only make things worse if it turns out you have to break things off.

You settle for falling asleep in his arms, letting sleep take you and mend your frazzled body. Adam pets your hair until he too succumbs to sleep. You wake up early in the morning with his head resting gently on your shoulder. His soft breaths fill the air. You smile and gently shake him up. His beautiful green eyes flutter open, curious, happy to see your face staring back at him.

“Hello beautiful. Have you checked your grades yet?”

Shit. In your morning daze, you have forgotten that grades are probably out by now. Fear hits your stomach like a wrecking ball. Your mouth grows dry as you take out your phone to check. Adam is nervous beside you, but hardly in the same way you are. He doesn’t know how much it means to you. He doesn’t realize how close you are to panicking, to having your life crumble before you. The system is slow, and you forget your password out of fear, but eventually you get into your grades. A deep breath. A leap of faith. Shaking fingers. Loss of breath.

A 78.

Your hand clasps over your mouth as the tears start uncontrollably. You just made it. Adam can barely ask your grade by the time your arms are around him, smothering him close to you, happy sobs hitting his ear.

“I passed.”

“That’s my girl,” he tells you with a kiss. He hardly knows how grateful you are, truly. His help helped you just make it. He saved you. He saved the both of you. You would cry harder, but you can’t. It’s impossible for you to feel any more emotional.

Kissing him fully on the mouth, hungry, desperate, grateful, you look into his eyes and break out into a toothy grin.

“I love you so much, Adam Hann.”

It’s the first time you’ve ever said it.

He replies with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him make.

“I love you too, {Y/N}, my incredibly smart, incredibly beautiful girlfriend. And I always will.”

#adam hann #Adam Hann fanfiction #Adam Hann imagine #Adam Hann Preference #Adam Hann writing #Adam Hann oneshot #The 1975 writing #oneshot #The 1975 Oneshot #the 1975 fanfiction #The 1975 fic #The 1975 imagine #The 1975 #Calculus

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altruistic-meme · 7 years

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I kinda want to hear more about your cats 😂

Honey, this was a bad plan. XDD Ready to hear more then you’ve ever wanted to know about my cats? No? TOO LATE!

+ Max and Ruby are the oldest two cats + we adopted them somewhere around… 6-7 years ago, with their sister, Nicole (R.I.P) + tbh these cats must be so confused bc our mum has had mood flashes where “they have to stay outside!!” comes up at least once a year + usually followed by us slowly letting them trickle in until she gives it up + but they were originally only indoor cats, then only outdoor, then both, outdoor, both, indoor, both, outdoor, both, outdoor, and we’re back to both :’) + Max used to be so freaking fat + like you have no idea + my cousin actually thought he was pregnant, it was hysterical + Ruby is the biggest priss ever + a while ago, no pets were allowed on my parents bed (all the cats are allowed now) + but Ruby was allowed. Ruby was always allowed + also she is??? The lightest thing ever??? I’m not kidding I don’t think she even weighs over pound??? How is she related to Max???? + Ruby is also really really soft omg + I feel the need to mention here; Grey(r.i.p), who was the sweetest cat on earth. She was also really soft and shed everywhere but we loved her anyway and I miss her so much + don’t be fooled, Max well come lay on you and purr + (he has an extremely loud purr btw) + but then comes the drool. How does a cat hold that much drool??? + and then he’ll start biting. Hint: he also won’t stop easily + also he has been really interested in our food lately idk why + Smith is terrified of the dogs (especially Iggy) + but also the dogs are terrified of her (except Iggy???) + her name is an acronym for Skinny Mama in the House + bc her original name was Skinny + but now it should really be Fmith bc she is no longer skinny + she let herself go + she had six kittens but one of them has been missing for a few months so we think he’s gone + which sucks bc he was one of my favorite cats: Bat(R.I.P?), who was really big boned and took things from one sisters room and dragged it under someone else’s bed, then took things from their room under someone ELSE’S bed and it was a never ending chain + I think Blue is trying to live out Bat’s legacy + he stole my mp3 player, and earbuds (they weren’t even attached wtf Blue??) + Bat also would play with the devil-dog aka Iggy + Blue brushes up against my dog, Sophia and she looks at him in confusion + when he was still small he curled up at the spot where my neck and shoulder meet??? When I was leaning back and it was so cute + he had since stopped doing that + not that I’m offended he got REALLY fat xDD + Rosie’s full name is Roosevelt Thorne + it wasn’t originally + we thought he was a girl + by the time we were like “oH SHIT ROSIE IS A BOY” the name had already stuck so we came up with a compromise + (also everyone in the family jokes about him being trans bc of this, including my mum who doesn’t really do lgbt+)(not in a mean way tho dw) + IT’S ALYSS NOT ALICE + tired of that but my oldest sister named her after Alyss from the “through the looking glass” books + she is the devil + she will literally climb on your shoulder with her cLAWS + it freaking hurts + also if you start to bend down to let her off SHE WILL LIE DOWN + DON’T DO IT + she climbed onto my friends back and laid down immediately + she likes that friend (@angelofmusic) + she is so??? Skinny???? And yet weighs more than Ruby somehow??? + Armin, yes he’s named after the aot character + his name was originally going to be Aaron but our mum complained at us to change it since it is our brothers name + he’s v v cuddley when he sleeps in my room + other than that? Avoids it like the plague + he’s very sweet??? + not many notes on him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ + (that’s probably a good thing tbh) + Forest is either being really sweet or a complete jerk there is no in between + she’s chubby af, just like Max and Blue + she had this really cute white dot on her belly adfgk I love poking it + she had the softest fur on earth!!!!!!!! + she gets tossed outside bunches bc she growls at us sometimes + Socks is the newest addition to our large family of cats + he had only been inside three times + once to get bathed and we took him to the vet afterwards + another bc his ear was injured so he stayed in my room for a few days + finally a few days after we let him back outside huge came in of his own choice, cuddled for a bit, then left + I haven’t seen him in over a month + but he was really sweet and really liked to be pet

I think I’ll let you guys free with that :’)) honestly I have 9 cats(not including the two that have passed and the one that disappeared), I could talk about them for years and still have new material.

But yea!!! If there’s anything specific you’d like to know then just ask! I love talking about my pets they are all so cute!

(I also would’ve added pics but I can’t get good ones rn RIP)

~Sleepover Saturday~

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