#EVERYBODY LOOK!!!! IT'S SUNSHINE PERSONIFIED!!!!!

[targaryenluvs]

— SHARING IS CARING

pairings: clarisse la rue x aphrodite!daughter!reader, luke castellan x aphrodite!daughter!reader

summary: the whole camp believes you to be sunshine personified, everyones bestfriend. and being absolutely stunning as well as off limits unless they want your girlfriend breaking every bone in their body. but it seems a certain friend of yours can’t help his feelings for you, and your girlfriend?

warnings: i’ve gone mental, fluff, threatening, violence, protective clarisse, kinda naive reader ngl, luke is lovesick and is confused about his feelings, not proof read

a/n: basically the two of them agreeing to be with you and now you have attack dogs <3

if there was one thing everybody at camp half-blood could agree on, it was that they all loved you. even if they acted differently, the idea of hating you was practically foreign.

for as long as you could remember, even if it’d only been two years, you’d been there, it’d been your home. and for as long as you could remember, you’d been best friends with luke castellan. he was unbelievably helpful when you first arrived, shy and sweet but overtime you opened up to him.

of course you were nice to everybody, but to your friends you were on a whole other level. almost motherly in a sense, always concerned for their well-being, their health and them over all. luke was no exception, if anything, you cared for him the most. but that was before clarisse came along.

even if luke wouldn’t admit it, he liked the attention. for once someone was caring for him, going out of their way to help him. you were always right there when he needed you, and he’d gotten used to being by your side. whether at breakfast in the morning, or by the creek at night the two of you went out of your way to be together.

and over your time together he not only began to feel protective over you but also something else. it creeped up on him, yes, but it wasn’t all that surprising with you being the daughter of aphrodite.

he found himself wondering if you felt the same for him, or if you were indifferent. with developing feelings came changes of attitude, he found himself annoyed. not at you of course, never at you, but at himself. he felt as if he had a real friend, someone he trusted truly yet it was as if his own body was sabotaging him with feelings. he didn’t want it to change, your relationship, not wanting to risk what you had.

but then late at night he’d find himself daydreaming.

holding your hand when walking together, cutting up your pancakes for you, securing your armour himself, sitting closer to you by the campfire, your sweet eyes looking up at him everyday, filled with even more love than usual. maybe even staring down other campers, who for some reason, had the silly thought that they could make a pass at you.

he’d overheard one of the new girls talking about her own crush on a girl. luke hadn’t meant to, of course, but he was currently sitting on the shore, cleaning off his muddy helmet. she rambled on about the girl she liked, how she walked and talked, how she smiled, how she daydreamed. he felt his throat tighten at the words, it was as if his own crush was being described.

then, she began to talk about a certain daydream she loved having, the fight scenario. in which her crush was training and perhaps losing, the other person being a bit too harsh to the point where she herself had to step in and save her girl.

the idea of being a saviour.

he thought it was stupid, his head was telling him so. but his heart thought differently and he secretly agreed. the idea of saving you, your hands clinging onto his arms for safety, teary eyes and rows of praise and thanks from you. fucks sake, he wanted it.

he wanted you.

but again, your time together, and his plans to be with you were cut short, a certain ares girl beating him to the punch.

the irony was not lost on luke at all. the first time you’d gotten a sliver of niceness from clarisse was when the two of you were walking together from the strawberry fields, having picked a fresh bundle on account of mr d randomly asking for them.

“is there such a thing as strawberry alcohol? is he going to try and have someone make it for him?” you joked as the two of you made your trek to the big house. “maybe he’ll eat them and pretend their alcohol-infused grapes.” luke laughed as your eyebrows scrunched together, “you can do that?”

the two of you continued on, sneaking a few strawberries here and there, of which mr d had sworn he’d be able to tell if any were missing. jake lockly, a new boy, was hot on your tail. he was brash and arrogant, handsome yes, but his personality was more than enough to send a girl running. and he had his eyes set on you, the girl everyone seemed to love. he viewed you as nothing more than a challenge, you viewed him as a creep, “hey y/n. you’re looking good today.” jake whistled, a cat call.

now, you were nice, yes, but gods he made it hard. so you figured the best way to react was to not speak at all, a thumbs up was all the acknowledgment you were willing to give and not what he was willing to receive.

“don’t be like that, i know you wanna talk to me.”

his voice was closer this time having picked up his pace. “it’s obvious she doesn’t want to talk to you, and it’s pathetic that you keep trying.” luke was so close to dropping the basket, and dropping him. “oh yeah, pretty boy? why don’t you go pick some more strawberries.”

you frowned at the comment, pondering the meaning of it, “i picked strawberries, what’s wrong with that?” jake flashed a toothy grin your way, “nothing princess, keep walking, leave this to the men.” his hand grazed your back.

and jake ended up with his face in the floor, courtesy of clarisse, “touch her again and i’ll break every bone in your body.” jake clutched onto his abdomen as clarisse laughed, and so did luke. “at least you didn’t kill him.” luke chuckled, “is he okay?” your shoulders drooped looking at his crumpled body. “who cares? come on mr d is waiting.” luke grabbed your hand and gently led you along, unaware of clarisse following along.

she nabbed a strawberry from your basket as you gasped, “come on!” she didn’t respond, rather grinning before eating it. “how’s your day been?” you smiled at her niceness, “stuck with luke all day.” his eyebrows furrowed, “it’s never a bad day with me. don’t lie.”

and after that you found yourself running into clarisse more often, training together, even if it was more so her beating the shit out of someone, and you watching. you ended up being around her so often that your body quite literally gravitated to her. whether at breakfast or in lessons, the two of you were always hanging out. so it wasn’t a surprise to you when she asked you out, and you were more than happy to agree.

the only people that found it surprising, was every other person around.

obviously, during the early stages, you’d heard the whispers and seen the stares directed your way, but clarisse had shut them down pretty easily. a kid ended up puking into the same toilet bowl they’d been dunked into, a tamer version being someone’s matress torn apart, and a few not super serious injuries.

not life threatening.

but at the end of the day, all you could care about was her. her smile that was only really directed at you, the jewellery she obtained by suspicious circumstances, the sweet words and kisses were all you could ever ask for.

besides her, you also cared about him.

you’d felt as if the two of you had grown apart in the few months you’d been with clarisse, not necessarily either one of your choices, nor faults, but it was upsetting. even when you tried your hardest to seek him out around camp, it seemed he was always surrounded by people, teaching, leading, or just, not there.

you’d known him long enough to know he was evading.

luke hated it, how he felt. the idea of not being able to control himself, and how he acted was unbelievably annoying to him. not having you by his side, all the time, had him realising how often you were around him, he’d grown to rely on you. your presence, support, your face, friendship, gorgeous smile.

yeah, there were a lot of things he liked about you. he thought he only felt that way for you, but the weirdest combination of people seemed to double them. seeing you and clarisse around was common now, but the longing wasn’t.

you’d talked about your strained relationship over a million times to clarisse, and quite frankly she’d had enough, of course she didn’t mind listening to you talk but it was honestly driving her crazy. which is how she’d ended up with luke, in the middle of the night, sitting across from eachother, talking about you.

“she’s my girlfriend.”

“she was my bestfriend first.”

“so why didn’t you make a move?”

“i didn’t want to mess up our friendship. she… she’s my best friend, i didn’t want to drive her away.” clarisse leaned back on the bench, hands supporting her body, “so what now? you continue ignoring y/n, making her absolutely miserable since her bestfriend won’t even talk to her. or you tell her, and you guys aren’t friends anymore.” luke scoffed, “what makes you think we wouldn’t be friends anymore?” clarisse leaned forwards again, “well she wouldn’t have anything to say back to you, she’s with me.”

“well she would’ve been with me if i’d confessed.”

“but you didn’t, who’s fault is that luke? you were too scared to ask her out, and that’s not on me. talk to her, let her know, and we’ll see what happens.” clarisse rose from the table, but a thought in her head pulled her back. she turned back to see luke sitting at the table, even more gorgeous than usual, annoyingly so, the moonlight was a paid actress.

luke looked up and met clarisse’s eye, “what if.. what happens if she has feelings for both of us, now, at the same time?” she grinned, “you’re not an ugly face luke, i wouldn’t mind.” there were few times luke castellan didn’t know what to say, but he sat staring, feeling warmth arise in his face.

maybe they could come to terms with this, work something out amongst all of you. he swore you liked him back, when you were friends and single, and even now that you weren’t. the longing gazes you sent his way, the shy waves, as if on thin ice, testing the waters. why settle for one gorgeous girl, when you could have two?

after all, sharing is caring.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson x fem!reader #luke castellan x fem!reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fic #percy jackon and the olympians

[vintage-bentley]

I saw you mention Hazbin Hotel and couldn't help myself... The Charlie/Vaggie situation is even worse if you take into account related show Helluva Boss. The gay/bi men in HB are also plenty sexual and it's shown that the main m/m couple fucks nasty. While lesbians kinda don't exist? Like there's lotta dick jokes in these shows but I don't recall any jokes about scissoring or something. I found the Chaggie relationship cute and even interesting (mainly due to episode 6 spoiler reasons) but the weird desexualisation in a show that's all about hell, murder, drugs and sex (and redemption ig) is so lame. Even if they were just rly private about this stuff (for non-homophobic reasons I'm sure) there could have been at least a "Angel accidentally interupts them when they're having sex (and Vaggie almost murders him for it)" type of joke but nope. (Idc if Charlie is sunshine personified, she can still go down on her gf lol.)

Sorry for sending this to your GO blog 😂

No need to be sorry, I was actually going to make a post asking people to send me their criticisms!! I loved the show but I had issues with it just like I do with everything 😂 I’m picky, especially when it comes to depicting SSA. One of my issues is how Angel is basically the embodiment of what I would describe if I was trying to explain the fetishism of gay men.

I love Helluva boss too, and that’s part of why I was so annoyed by Charlie and Vaggie’s situation. One of my gripes with that show is the lack of lesbians (I can’t remember if there’s bi women, I know the creator has her own headcanons of everyone’s sexuality) and F/F relationships. Considering how Blitzø/Stolas is so sexualised, I can’t help but feel like it’s a classic case of “wow I love gay men so much!! Anyway did I tell you about how a lesbian looked in my general direction today? Gross, right?”.

And omg you’re so right about the dick jokes. They’re EVERYWHERE. But pussy jokes are pretty rare, and they never come from a woman if they do pop up. I think that has a lot to do with how normalised it is to talk and joke about penis, while vulvas are still considered fairly taboo.

There’d be so many ways to make some sort of sex joke with Charlie/Vaggie…I love your idea with Angel 😂

Charlie being the “sunshine” type would make it even funnier imo. You know how she blurts swear words and it’s kind of a shock? I can see that also happening with some sex comment.

This just isn’t the show for a sanitised lesbian relationship imo. If the creator wanted that, she should’ve made Charlie/Vaggie a couple in Heaven. But in Hell with everybody constantly talking about sex? It stands out like a sore thumb and honestly seems cowardly. The fact that the only mention of them fucking so far has been from the misogynist chad character really rubs me the wrong way, too. I love Charlie and Vaggie, I think they’re adorable. So I really want them to escape this trap of being all “teehee we’re girls and we hold hands” .

#asks #anon

[imaginedreamwrite]

Monster mob monday!!!o(*///▽///*)q

Necromancer Bucky

The cursed prince choose you to be his forever bride

or

Kraken Steve

He need heir to expand his own clan , and you're the one most suitable to bear his children

Okay but let’s just imagine that there are agencies for matching up creatures with humans because human men are sometimes deplorable and human women like beasts

Necromancer Bucky is given a physical catalogue of women who are looking for other means of love and mating, sex and pleasure and he has his choice. He would have had his choice anyway, but he wants a woman who wants to be with a monster/creature. He’s on day 4 of searching, date 4 with women who want to be with monsters but don’t want to be with him and he’s ready to lose his shit

When he returns to his home, another catalogue of women willing to be with beasts and monsters arrives and he finds the perfect woman. she is sunshine personified if not a little innocent and believes the best of everybody and Bucky knows he has to defend/protect his princess

Kraken Steve finds his mate in much of the same manner with an agency that sets up monsters/creatures with humans, and like Bucky, he has little luck he returns home and finds a woman unconscious on his beach, he takes her home and cares for her and waits until she wakes

when reader wakes up, Steve listens to her story about the single date she had gone on and the creature that decided to throw her in the ocean when she denied him. Steve immediately recognizes her as the one who’s best for giving him a family and as an act of devotion he tracks down the monster who fucked with his mate and kills them as some macabre wedding gift

#monster monday #mob monster monday #necromancer!Bucky Barnes & sunshine reader #kraken!Steve Rogers & his starfish #necromancer Bucky Barnes & his sunflower

[therealslimsanji]

I'm only saying this cause I have noticed a pattern.

Noticed who was attacked? Half arab, mexican and a poc.

Now look at the people not attacked. White.

Just saying i think there is racism under a thin veil of this being about the war.

Twitter is known to have a racism problem.

But hey I went on a insta post that was a day old. It was a clip from the fight between Garp and Luffy on their ships after they got the Going Merry. Innocent video.

Wanna know what all the comments said?

"LUFFY SHOULD HAVE A ASIAN ACTOR"

Now as much as this statement is quite harmless but the fact Oda stated Luffy is Brazilian to the point the character is a national treasure of the country.

But they ignore "word of god" as the statement goes.

Estos guerreros del teclado son solo niños y fanáticos del anime al final del día

That's been my take on it too when I realized Emily was the only one not being discussed. I love Emily, she's done nothing wrong (that I know of), so I'm not bashing her. What I AM gonna stay loud about is how Taz was immediately shat on (we know how Americans especially treat people of middle eastern decent ever since 9/11) and then Iñaki who is literally sunshine personified (we know how Americans feel about Mexicans too) and then poor Jacob who is fucking AWESOME (Do I REALLY need to mention America's history and attitude towards black people?)

Now I know it's not just Americans that were bitching about this but for the ones that were, *turns to address American haters specifically* yall know good and damn well yall aren't that wholely invested in the lives of Middle Eastern people to be this pissed off about Taz doing a damn charity run. Yall saw the ones who got angry because the war, most likely, more actively affected them and thought, 'perfect! Now I can call to get rid of the actors I never liked in the first place!'

And why tf does Luffy need to be Asian when even I know his character is fucking Brazilian?? Just because it's anime/Manga doesn't mean everybody gotta be Asian.

That's something else, too. Americans (men especially) got a super weird fetish for Asians. It gets creepy with the way some of them act about it.

[bnha-butterfly]

Three song playlist: The act of being in love <3

Welcome to the designated “nobody asked for this” section of your weekly bullshit. This week I bring you three song playlist. Next week who knows what the fuck I will bring you.

Characters: Oikawa , Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki,

Oikawa Tooru

Falling in love: Talking dreams - echosmith

When oikawa falls in love it’s with the way you make him feel. Yes he’s in love with your personality and your looks but you make him feel alive in a way he hasn’t really felt before. You make him feel like whispered goals under starlight.

Realizing he’s in love : Best Part - Daniel Cesar ft. HER

He is so stupidly lovestruck he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Everything reminds him about you and the more time he spends with you the closer he feels to just blurting out the way he feels about you.

Being in love: No matter where you are - us the duo

Oikawa loves so hard. He always makes you feel like the only thing in the world. You’re his everything and as much as you are there by his side he is right there by your side. he’s always there to wipe your tears and quiet any doubts you might be having.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Falling in love: Easily- Bruno Major

The first thing he realizes is that you don’t give Oikawa the time of day. He is so used to watching people fawn over his pretty best friend that you are a breath of fresh air for him. Then it’s the fact that you don’t seem to mind his stubbornness so much. after that it kind of just snowballs into him liking everything about you including the small things. Small things like the way you jot down notes in class . That’s all it takes

Realizing he’s in love: This side of paradise - Coyote Theory

When Hajime realizes he’s in love with you it’s because he never wants to see you sad or upset or hurt. He just wants you to have a smile on your face. But it’s not just that he never wants to see you sad, it’s that he wants to be the one you come to when you’re sad. He wants to be a rock, a piece of stability in your life.  He is down so bad it is embarrassing.

Being in love: Home - Luke Chiang

He thrives in the domesticity of your relationship. In the way that you search for each other in bed. In the way that he gives you a piggyback ride to the kitchen in the morning. In the way he can curl up on the couch with you after a bad work day and suddenly everything is right. You are his haven. His sunshine and most importantly his home. For you he is your rock. Your hideaway from the world. Your personal piece of heaven personified.

Matsukawa Issei

Falling in love: The Key to life on earth - Declan McKenna

Your laugh, that’s what catches his attention first. He loves the boisterous loud laugh you have that ends in you snorting or trying to catch your breath. He wants to hear it more often. The was you look at him in this half glare whenever he teases you. He didn’t even stand a chance.

Realizing he’s in love: Teenager in love - neon trees

It’s spur of the moment beach trips during summer vacation. It’s running through the school hallways when everybody has either gone home or is in their clubs. It’s discussions and words whispered in stairways. It’s the combination of all these things that makes him finally realize he’s in love with you.

Being in love: Pierre- Ryn Weaver

It’s feeling like you’re living in a movie. It’s starting to romanticize your own life. It is late night drives at 3 AM when neither of you can sleep. It is him trying to teach you to play the bass and thinking you’re cute when you’re frustrated. It is an album full of spur of the moment poorly taken polaroid pictures. it’s the joints playlist that the both of you keep adding to. 

Hanamaki Takahiro

Falling in love: Teenage Dirtbag - Weatus

Compared to his best friends he feels bland. He isn’t tall like Matsukawa, he isn’t strong like Iwaizumi and he definitely isn’t the pretty boy that Oikawa is. But, you give him your attention. You laugh at his jokes, playfully push his shoulder and hit him when he makes suggestive comments and you make him feel seen.

Realizing he’s in love: Just my type -Saint Motel

He wants to kiss you so bad. He wants to kiss you so bad that it hurts. It’s like every time he sees you all he can think about is kissing you and he can’t help but wonder how his lips would feel against yours. He is down so bad and all of his friends know it. So he’s getting teased relentlessly.  Especially because he can’t help but fumble over his words and over himself whenever you’re near him.  Someone please help him.

Being in love: Comfortable- Alessia Cara

He’s so comfortable with you it is almost scary to him. He never imagined himself to be someone who opens up so easily. It’s just that he loves you so much and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you so he can’t help but tell you everything. In return he learns everything about you. Your favorite song, your favorite food, your favorite color. He learns it all and he never forgets a thing.

#oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #Hanamaki Takahiro #matsukawa issei #Kyotani kentaro #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hanamaki x reader #kyotani x reader #matsukawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #hanamaki x you #hanamaki x y/n #matsukawa x you #matsukawa x y/n #morpho writes #I was going to also do Kyotani but I surprisingly couldn’t think of the perfect songs #which is surprising considering I have two playlist dedicated to him

[ally22042000]

Linked by fate

Introduction

Werewolf AU

Fluff, Angst

OT7 x Reader

Pack Alpha: Namjoon

Alpha: Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook

Beta: Seokjin, Yoongi, Taehyung

Omega: Y/N

Wordcount: 2K

A/N: Hobi’s got kind of long 😊. I hope you like this. I had this idea in my head for a while and would love to write more pieces about them and their journey. Pls tell me what you think about it and you can always leave requests if there are certain things you’d like to read. -Ally

It has always been the eight of you. Since your childhood you were inseparable. A bond was created whose strength and depth was unknown to most. A phase, everybody thought, that was going to fade away the older you would get. The longing for independence was supposed to fill your minds and draw you apart from each other. A prediction that since this day has not occurred.

Namjoon, the born alpha, who one day will take over his mother’s pack and be the leader everyone imagined him to be. He has shown his ability to take care of others, since a young age. Like that time in Taehyung’s first year of elementary school. He never told the others about the bullies at school who made is life a living hell simply because he had a different approach to most tasks. They declared him as weird and treated him like an outsider.

The leader picked up on his change in behaviour quickly, noticing that the six-year-old started speaking less and only answering questions that were specifically direct at him. A one-eighty to his usual happy and chattery personality. He picked the younger boy up from school the next day and walked in on a scene that made his blood run cold. Three boys were standing above Tae, the little wolf covering on the floor, his painting crushed under the tallest foot.

A growl left the alpha and before Namjoon knew what had happened, he had shifted for the first time. Four paws running across the school grounds scaring of the three kids, that knew they didn’t stand a chance against the son of the cities pack alpha. It was the first time Namjoon had to stand up for one of his members and seeing Taehyung on the floor in front of him, tears glistening on his round cheeks and admiration shining in his eyes as he petted the brown wolf in front of him, he knew, he would do anything to keep his pack safe.

Seokjin, as the medic of the group, was an important asset. Always patched up the maknae line when they were rough housing as you were all growing into your hierarchical roles and pheromones were going wild. Or that one time an older she-wolf had pushed you to the ground during Junior High, saying you were too young to play with them. Quickly you had gotten up and pulled on her hair, which resulted in her running her nails over your face and leaving scratches on your cheek and chin. Her teacher broke up the fight and you were both send home. 

After the scolding of your parents, Jin was called over and addressed your wounds. Nothing major had to be done and at the and you and the beta fell asleep watching a movie in your living room. Your faced buried in his neck, in haling the familiar mixture between wood and rice, which had always been able to calm you down.

Yoongi, who always napped in the corner during kindergarten and growled at anyone who annoyed him. But he was always more bark than bit. Unless the situation called for it of course. In elementary he shifted his nap place beneath the tree on the playgrounds. Enjoying the shade as a brise tousled his dark brown fur. Jungkook loved to sneak up on the elder and pull his ears, then quickly escape his nip and giggling while Yoongi chased him around the tree. Seokjin calling from the seesaw that he would not patch up any injuries. A smile bright on his face.

Hoseok, the glue of your group, as the son of your pack’s master of fight he was born with an amount of agility and skill like none of you. Nobody believed that the little sunshine boy could arise to the role assign but whenever the necessity arouse Hobi proved to everyone what a skilled fighter and wolf he was and that he was able to protect his pack.

You remember it clearly, that day Jimin and you went for a run. It had only been a few weeks since the both of you turned for the first time, so walking on for legs was still a hurdle to overcome. You weren’t allowed to leave the grounds of your pack; it was too dangerous considering that you still couldn’t protect yourself in this form. But you didn’t care, choosing to enjoy the freedom you had and testing your limits in this new form.

Unaware of the presence watching you, analysing your movements and swiftly deciding, that you both were an easy match. One second you were pulling on Jimin’s tail, messing with the older and the next a vicious growl came from behind you. Jimin immediately stood between you and the rouge, trying to shield his omega from harms way. One look at the other wolf showed that he was older, probably in his thirties or forties, and as strong as Jimin was or a seventeen-year-old, you both were aware of the fact, that he didn’t stand a chance against the intruder. You needed help. The second your howled, was the second the rouge decided to attack. He new he didn’t have much time and had to get rid of you fast. He crashed into Jimin’s body, their forms rolling around on the ground. The white fur of your pack member a stark contrast to your surroundings and the brown fur of the attacking wolf.

A yelp from Jimin is what caused you to spring into action. Blood was dripping down his left shoulder. You tried to let out a terrifying growl but even to your ears it sounded pathetic. It was enough to get the wanted attention though. The rough turned his attentiveness to you, baring his teeth which were covered in Jimin’s blood. You stood your ground, willing to do whatever it took to protect your pack member. His slow steps rapidly changed into a sprint and you reciprocated the action. But before you could meet, Hoseok jumped out of the bushes surrounding you, catching the wolf mid-air and forcing him to the ground.

It wasn’t much of a fight. Hoseok was clearly stronger and more skilled than the intruder. Quickly he brought the enemy on his back and snaped his neck with his teeth. Letting go of the body, he turned around and scanned the situation. It was clear that Jimin need immediate attention, so he ran over to the younger wolf. You stood frozen in place, staring at the dead animal, whose eyes were open and facing you. You hadn’t noticed when the others arrived and Seokjin tending to Jimin’s wound. Jumping slightly when Hobi pressed his head into your neck, startling you.

You stared into his eyes. Apart of both of you feared that you would be scared of him after having seen him murder someone. Taking a life so easily. But the look in his eyes showed nothing but love and protectiveness. A silent massage, that he always would protect you and the pack, whatever it may cost.

Jimin, beauty and elegance personified in one little being. Form a young age he was always well spoken and able to swoon anybody with his silver tongue and remarkable looks. Especially in Senior high, those looks brough a lot of insecurities with them and put a lot of pressure on Jimin mentally. He would skip out on meals and train whenever he could. Being a part of the dance team with Hoseok, his body was always on display for others to judge. A fact which brought a lot of fear and dark thoughts.

It was Yoongi who realised it first. The both of them were always bickered like an old married couple but cared for each other deeply. When he realised what Jimin was doing he immediately went to Jin and Namjoon. The four of them had a long talk which involved a lot of shouting and accusations. Until Jimin broke down crying. The walls he had built came trembling down and he admitted to the negative thoughts clouding his mind. That night you set up a nest for you and the alpha. Cuddling him all night long, while whispering uplifting words of affection into his hair.

Taehyung, the artist with a smile that could dazzle the sun. His talent for remembering paths and nature facts has helped your group out of a lot of scary situations and gets acknowledge often in your pack. Particularly, when the alphas and betas went out for a hunt, Taeyhung’s attended was often requested alongside Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s to insure the safe and swift return of everyone.

Furthermore, he loved to help out in the nearby day care. Playing with the kids and reading them stories took up a big part of his free time, especially during holidays. He often forced Jimin to go with him, so he could teach them a new choreography. It always ended with Jimin going home more exhausted than he is after dance practise.  

Jungkook, brute strength embodied in a boy with a heart of gold. Always ready to stir up trouble, especially with Tae or Jin, and loves to be babied my everyone. He never fails to be responsible and attentive for the ones he loves though. Like that time, you caught a cold during winter break and only the maknae line was home. The hyungs had to attend a pack meeting with Namjoon’s mother out of town.

Jungkook had cooked you soup everyday and made sure you took your medicine at the right moments. He called Jin multiple times during those four days to make sure he did everything right. Late at night he would crawl into bed with you and provide you with his body heat. His alpha on high alert to make sure his omega was comfortable and protected while she rested.

Y/N, the only omega of the group, but still a force to be reckoned with. As the only girl in the group, you know how to keep the young wolfs in check. Never letting them get out of line. Whacking them over the back of their heads whenever the situations called for it, which was often. Although you are able to stand up for yourself, your omega tendencies shine through whenever you are with the boys. Loving to be pampered and cared for by them. Physical affection playing a huge part in your relationship. A language all of you learn to read and communicate with.

Getting off form a stressful day at school, you would ride the bus past your stop and go over to one of their houses. Laying in Namjoons bed while he reads a book about pack laws and traditions or you would back hug Seokjin while he prepared something to eat for everyone. Calling the others over, so the eight of you could watch a movie or play a board game. You firmly planted on Hoseok’s lap, enjoying the way he played with your hair and getting fed popcorn by Taehyung.

In public you were the strong and independent omega your parents raised you to be, but with them you were able to relax and let them take control. Letting them indulge in their providing nature. Something you were very grateful for. Every day.

This were the eight little troublemakers whose love for each other is unheard of. A weird mixture of personalities. Where one goes the other seven follow. 32 pairs of paws, seven tails and one heartbeat.

#bts #bts x reader #OT7 BTS #ot7 #ot7 x reader #werwolf #au #linked by fate

[bnha-imagines-all-around]

Bright Future (Mirio Togata Headcanons)

Warnings: Fluff, pining, wholesome content

Request: “Hey there lovely! You’re doing an amazing job, keep kicking butt! Could I please request headcanons with Mirio? Basically the reader and him are bffs & the reader has a huge crush on him (he doesn’t know) and they have their work study together. Sir Nighteye accidentally uses his quirk on the reader & he sees that she’ll marry Mirio & they’ll have a son together & are pro heroes? Then Sir tells the reader what he saw and fluff ensues btw her and Mirio? thank you!!! ❤️ “

Author’s Note: I LOVED THIS REQUEST SO MUCH. It might be kinda long (sorry), and again probably reads like an imagine (I’m bad at headcanons), I got carried away cause I loved it so much. (On another note, I’m BAAAAACK, and boy have I missed writing. I’m gonna try my best to punch out the requests I have waiting so I can reopen my request box :D) 

- You and Mirio have been BFFs since you two pretty much met, y’all just get along so well and it feels so natural to be around one another all the time.

- Like seriously, you two were always together, giggling at jokes and talking about literally everything and anything. You did everything together, which was enabled by the fact that you and Mirio were in the same class and sat near each other. 

- You could not get Mirio Togata alone, nor (Y/N) (Y/L/N) alone, if your life depended on it because where one went, so did the other.

- Nejire and Tamaki had long since accepted you into their friend group; you were the secret fourth member of “The Big Three” (although it really wasn’t a secret because you were always around them and everybody knew about it).

- Almost as if expected, you eventually realized that the butterflies you felt in your stomach every time Mirio looked at you, hugged you, smiled at you or laughed at your joke weren’t a normal occurrence, nor were your longing thoughts of being in his embrace or your daydreams of how kissing him would feel and how badly you wanted it.

- Then, suddenly, it hit you like a bus; you had a MASSIVE crush on your best friend, your partner in pretty much everything in life, Mirio Togata. 

- You were apparently the last one to notice your own feelings, because Nejire just exclaimed “Finally!” and Tamaki gave you a small knowing smile when you divulged the true nature of your feelings for the personified ball of sunshine that was your best friend to them.  

- However, you couldn’t really bring yourself to say anything to Mirio just yet, so you decided to just act as if nothing had changed between yourself and Mirio, burying your feelings far, far down deep inside yourself and continuing just being best of friends that were joined at the hip. 

- You two were so joined at the hip that you both ended up doing your work studies at the same Hero Agency, that of Sir Nighteye.

- While Mirio excelled at his work study and grew stronger and became a better hero, you felt as though you were several steps behind him at all times. You felt frustrated and kept trying to train and work hard to improve but it felt as though no matter what you did, you wouldn’t improve one bit. 

- Plus, it didn’t help that you were intimidated and even slightly afraid of Sir Nighteye. He was so strict and could command a room like nobody’s business, you genuinely found yourself nervous and unable to meet his eye whenever he was in your proximity.

- As time went on, you were beginning to feel run down and exhausted of having to fake a smile every time Mirio told you of his progress or a vaguely positive comment Sir Nighteye had made about him during the work study.

- This exhaustion and pent-up frustration built and built and built until, one day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

- “You need to keep your focus, (Y/L/N). Even a single moment where you lose your focus and your opponent will gain the upper hand, and your fight will surely be lost,” Sir Nighteye reprimanded you as you once again got caught unawares during a training exercise. 

- However, this time, instead of replying “Yes, Sir!” and hopping back up on your feet as you usually did, you simply got back up slowly and stared down at your feet while staying silent, your cheeks burning with shame and frustration with yourself.

- Obviously, Sir Nighteye immediately picked up on the change in your behaviour because what you didn’t know was that he had actually been carefully observing you over the weeks you’d spent at his agency.

- Sir Nighteye could tell that you were becoming more frustrated and upset as time went on, and he could tell very easily that he made you extremely nervous and that you were intimidated whenever he was around. However, he could also tell that you were training extremely hard, even more so than Mirio, and that your skill set was, in fact, greatly improving. 

- Of course, Sir Nighteye also noticed how you were around Mirio and how you reacted to him. It was exceedingly obvious that you had feelings beyond friendship for the blonde young man, and Sir Nighteye couldn’t believe Mirio hadn’t realized it yet. 

- “We will try one last exercise today, (Y/L/N). Your last exercise will be a sparring fight, except your opponent will be me,” Sir Nighteye stated, pushing his glasses up as he stood across from you. 

- You felt your heart sink down through your stomach and land at your feet as Sir Nighteye said that, and your heart rate went through the roof. Sir Nighteye himself was testing you. That couldn’t possibly be a good thing, right?

- Sir Nighteye began to attack you, and you struggled to block each offensive move he made, but you tried to focus on him and predict his next move. ‘Focus, (Y/N)! Focus!’

- You were surprised to find yourself successfully defending yourself from Sir Nighteye’s attacks, but then you saw Sir Nighteye’s eyes change and you came to a startling realization; Sir Nighteye was now using his quirk on you to predict your next movements, upping the difficulty of your fight.

- And boy, the fight certainly got harder. You found yourself suddenly unable to block a single attack, and any attempts you made to be unpredictable failed miserably and you found yourself taking more and more hits. 

- Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar mop of blonde hair appear; Mirio was watching your fight.

- Your heart leapt out of your chest and you glanced over at your best friend; Mirio was standing there with his arms crossed across his chest, his blue eyes studying you carefully. The familiar feeling of butterflies appeared in your stomach as you met his gaze for a brief moment.

- However, that moment was quickly over as you felt yourself become weightless, followed by you hitting the wall at full force; Sir Nighteye had taken your distracted moment to get you off guard and finish the fight. 

- You let out a cry as you hit the wall and fell to the ground. The fight was over, and you had lost. 

- Embarrassed and ashamed that you had lost the fight against Sir Nighteye, in front of Mirio no less, you simply laid motionless on the floor. You couldn’t bring yourself to get up and your exhaustion and frustration and pain took over your body completely.

- “(Y/N)!” You heard Mirio cry out, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him or say anything to him. Your cheeks turned bright red with shame as you tried to move, but you couldn’t. Your eyes stung with bitter tears and you felt as though you were completely drained and just couldn’t do it anymore.

- “Come on, (Y/L/N), up on your feet now.”

- You were surprised to feel yourself being helped up to your feet, and even more surprised when you realized that the person who was helping you up wasn’t Mirio, but Sir Nighteye himself, and that he was speaking to you in a way that was stern but somehow also... kind. 

- “Come with me to my office, (Y/L/N). I need to speak with you.” Sir Nighteye’s tone gave away nothing of whether this conversation was to be a good or bad one, which increased your anxiety tenfold. 

- ‘Oh, no. Oh no, this is it. You’ve done it now, (Y/N), you’ve officially screwed up so bad that you’re losing your work study. You idiot. This is all your fault,’ You thought to yourself, and you could feel yourself trembling as Sir Nighteye helped you to his office. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Mirio either as you passed him and instead kept your head down to try and hide how afraid and ashamed you felt. 

- Once you were in Sir Nighteye’s office, he gestured to you to take a seat at his desk, which you did, clasping your hands tightly together in your lap and you looked down at them, still shaking from the whole ordeal. You could feel your heart beating frantically in your chest, to the point where you felt nauseous from anxiety.

- Sir Nighteye sat behind his desk directly across from you, studying you carefully for a moment before beginning to speak.

- “(Y/L/N), it has become clear to me that you have been having difficulty with your training.” At this, you visibly winced, but you still said nothing. Sir Nighteye continued speaking, his voice quiet but solid, “However, I believe that you are unable to realize that you have been progressing and improving just as much as Mirio has, if not more.”

- That caught you by surprise, and you looked up at your mentor so quickly that you cricked your neck, “S-Sir?”

- “Yes, (Y/L/N). You see, I have been keeping a close eye on you just as much as I have been on Mirio, and your progress has not gone unnoticed. You are working exceptionally hard, yet you seem to be getting increasingly frustrated with yourself. Why is that?” Sir Nighteye asked, watching you carefully as you thought of your reply.

- You had to fight not to let yourself vomit out every feeling you’ve had over the past couple weeks, so you slowly spoke, “I... Well, Mirio has been working so hard and I feel like nothing I do compares to the progress he’s been making. No matter how hard I work or train, it feels like I’m not improving or getting stronger or smarter or better. I... I feel like I’m never going to be as good a hero as he is.”

- Sir Nighteye stayed quiet for a few moments, taking in what you had said before deciding on how to reply, “(Y/N)...” You glanced up at him, taken aback by the fact that your mentor was suddenly using your first name as he did with Mirio, but Sir Nighteye simply continued, “You cannot compare your progress to that of Mirio’s. You are not Mirio and Mirio is not you. I know that the two of you are best of friends, but you are not the same people. Your progress is different and will always be different from his. You have improved greatly, if not more so than Mirio in such a short period of time.”

- You couldn’t believe that the Sir Nighteye was actually giving you a pep talk. It felt surreal given that you came in expecting to be let go from the agency. “Sir, I-I don’t understand. I thought you were going to terminate my work study. Why did you ask me here to discuss this?”

- Sir Nighteye stood up from behind his desk, pushing up his glasses once again as he answered you, “Thank you for your amusing response, (Y/N). No, I am not terminating your work study. You needed encouragement, but I also need to discuss one other thing with you. You see, I know that you have feelings for Mirio that surpass friendship.”

- Your jaw just about hit the floor when you heard Sir Nighteye say that, and your whole face turned a violent shade of red as you began to stutter, but Sir Nighteye simply continued speaking, his tone not unkind, “It’s alright, (Y/N). There are no rules regarding those feelings here at my agency. But you mustn’t allow yourself to be led astray or be distracted by those feelings. As you saw today, even the slightest moment of distraction can be deadly, regardless of the cause of distraction.”

- You blushed again and looked down at your hands in your lap once again, faintly mumbling an apology or something vaguely resembling an apology, which caused Sir Nighteye to chuckle lightly, “No apologies are required, (Y/N). Just learn from this experience and strive to be better. I believe that you need to find a way to remove Mirio’s presence as a distraction in order to excel in becoming a Pro Hero.” 

- Sir Nighteye fell silent for a moment, quietly contemplating for a moment before speaking once again, “Perhaps one way to get the distraction out of the way would be to tell Mirio how you feel.”

- Upon hearing that, you audibly choked on your own spit and had a coughing fit, causing Sir Nighteye to laugh quietly while you attempted to compose yourself.

- “I-I can’t just tell him, Sir, I-, how could I-? N-No, I mean, I-I don’t even know if he feels the same way!” You sputtered out, struggling to regain your composure and stop the colour from continuously rising to your face. There was no way you could tell Mirio how you felt. You didn’t want to lose the amazing friendship you had with him. You didn’t want to lose Mirio. 

- At that, Sir Nighteye gave you a small smile before coming around to stand beside you, placing his hand on your shoulder, “Perhaps I ought to tell you, then. During our sparring match, as I am sure you realized, I made use of Foresight to increase the difficulty of the match and to test your abilities. However, I confess that I, too, got slightly distracted when you yourself became distracted by Mirio’s arrival. I lost control of Foresight and I accidentally jumped ahead and I saw a glimpse of your future.”

- You stared up at your mentor in disbelief, and you simply nodded, encouraging Sir Nighteye to continue telling you what he saw in your future. ‘There has to be a reason why he’d encourage you to tell Mirio that you have feelings for him, (Y/N). He must’ve seen something! But what did he see?’ 

- “You see, (Y/N), I witnessed a glimpse of you returning from what I assume was a mission. I am not sure how far into the future I saw, but what I know is that it seems as though you will become a very successful and amazing hero in your own right, alongside the man who will become your husband. In that glimpse of your future, you were returning home to your husband and your son. You were and will be happy and successful and loved. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, (Y/N).”

- Your eyes widened at Sir Nighteye’s description of your future, and you felt a goofy little smile appearing on your face as you thought to yourself, ‘I’m going to become an amazing hero! And I’m going to have a family!’ However, you were missing one last piece of the puzzle.

- “Sir? B-By any chance, did you recognize the man in your vision?” You asked softly, trying very hard not to grin like a huge idiot in front of your mentor.

- Sir Nighteye just smiled down at you before walking over to the door of his office to allow to you leave. However, before he opened the door, Sir Nighteye turned back to look at you as you stood up, the smile still on his lips as he stated, “Yes, I did, and that man is waiting anxiously for you just outside my office.”

- With that, Sir Nighteye opened the door and allowed you to exit his office. You were stunned by the information he had given you and were struggling to understand it, as well as the realization that Sir Nighteye was seemingly a bit of a hopeless romantic himself, as you walked out.

- When the door closed behind you, the realization of what Sir Nighteye had meant by that hit you full in the face when you saw Mirio sitting on a bench down the corridor little ways off from Sir Nighteye’s office, clearly waiting for you. 

- ‘O-Oh, my God. It was Mirio. Sir Nighteye saw Mirio. Mirio became my husband in his vision! That’s who he saw! Mirio likes you back, (Y/N)! That’s why Sir Nighteye recommended you tell him how you feel!’ The little voice in your head practically screamed with joy at the realization, and you found yourself smiling goofily to yourself. Today was turning out to be a better day than you originally anticipated.

- “(Y/N)! Are you alright?!” Mirio sprang to his feet and sprinted over to you when he realized you had come out of Sir Nighteye’s office. You felt as though you were floating on a cloud, and you had to restrain yourself from grabbing Mirio’s face and practically crashing your lips onto his, or just straight up screaming “Yeah I’m fine, Sir Nighteye just told me he saw us as a married Pro Hero couple in my future so yeah, I’m doing great!”. 

- “H-Hey, yeah I-I’m alright. Just shaken from the fight, I guess,” You replied, your cheeks gaining a light dusting of pink as you chuckled slightly, “I’m sorry you had to see me get my butt kicked by our mentor.”

- Mirio just gave a small laugh at your comment before enveloping you in a big hug, squeezing you gently as he did so, “It’s alright, (Y/N). You sure put up a heck of a fight! I wish I were as good as you, even Sir looked impressed by your skills!”

- You just giggled as you returned the hug, burying your face into Mirio’s chest. “I’m not sure I agree with you there. Plus, no matter how impressed he was, Sir still did not hold back on the butt-kicking because I’m sore from head to toe!”

- At that, Mirio withdrew from the hug slightly so he could look down at your face. You felt your heart speeding up as Mirio gently brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin before turning your face from side to side slowly. “Thankfully, it looks like you didn’t get injured. You scared me, you know? When you hit the wall and then fell and didn’t get up. I thought you got knocked out, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I would’ve been there to help you up but Sir beat me to it.”

- You thought that you heard slight bitterness and regret in Mirio’s tone as he said that last sentence, so you just put your hand gently on top of his on your cheek, even daring to interlace your fingers with his as you smiled up at him, “He just wanted to give me a pep talk, surprisingly. Sir noticed that I was being super hard on myself, constantly comparing myself to you and wishing I could be half as good a hero as you are. I honestly thought Sir was gonna terminate my work study, but turns out he’s secretly a big softy and just wanted to encourage me.”

- Mirio’s eyebrows shot upwards in surprise as he looked down at you, “What do you mean, (Y/N)? Sir would be crazy to terminate your work study! I mean, I wish I were half as good a hero as YOU!” At that, Mirio suddenly looked down as his voice softened, “You’re kinda my inspiration, you know?”

- You could’ve sworn you saw Mirio’s cheeks turning pink, and you mustered up all the courage you had in you to stand up on your tippy toes and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, which resulted in a darker blush spreading across Mirio’s cheeks and a grin appearing on his face. 

- “You’re my inspiration, too, Mirio. Now, how about I get cleaned up and we head back to UA? I think a movie night is in order to make up for me getting my butt kicked.”

- Mirio practically beamed at you as he nodded, and a couple moments of comfortable silence passed between you two as you both looked down to realize that you were still holding each other’s hand.

- “C-Can I keep holding your hand? As we head back?” Mirio asked, his voice suddenly quiet as he stuttered slightly, his cheeks once again turning red. You just smiled up at him as you gave his hand a slight squeeze, “I’d love that.”

- Mirio’s smile quickly returned and the two of you started to head back to UA, hand in hand and side by side as you both began to talk about your days, completely comfortable with this new development. 

- Both of you felt that something had finally shifted between the two of you, that at last something more than friendship was happening, and neither you nor Mirio could’ve been happier. 

- This was exactly what both of you had wanted, and at last, something was finally starting to happen, and it was all thanks to Sir Nighteye.

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #Mirio Togata #mirio togata imagine #mirio togata x reader #mirio togata headcanons #mha #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha x reader #lemillion imagine #lemillion x reader #lemillion

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

Stupid For You

A/N: So I recently stumbled upon this band called Waterparks, and this song just screamed Remile to me for some reason. So here! I wrote a thing! (Also there’s background Moxiety and implied Logince, cause why not!)

Warnings: alcohol mention, kissing, implied NSFW (not really, but it could be seen that way), making out, food mention (lmk if anything should be added!)

Hey, tell me what you want me to say

You know I'm stupid for you

Hey, can you come-a come out and play?

You know I'm stupid for you

Remy lived a simple, routine life. Some would say it was “dreadfully predictable” (his brother, Roman’s words, not his) and that he needed “a spark” or “some pizazz” (again, Roman’s words). But Remy was perfectly happy. Sleep all day, party all night. Oh, and live off of Starbucks. Work was a thing too, he supposed. The bookstore was hella boring, but at least he could flirtatiously tease his best friend, Logan, who ran the place. And Logan didn’t mind that he was late to work half the time, and that he typically strolled in with an iced caffeinated drink in hand. But all of that was upended when the most adorable man Remy had ever seen waltzed into the bookstore, and snatched his heart away on the way out.

I'm color-coding my moods

You're yellow, I'm natural blue

Let's get together and be green like my insides

At least I'll match your eyes

Jealous and hypnotized

Let's match our faces and be equally in love

Remy was fairly certain that Dr. Emile Picani was sunshine personified. Suddenly he understood his brother’s ramblings about needing a spark in his life… Remy just didn’t anticipate getting the whole damn sun. Also, he had the most beautiful sparkling green eyes, which was just unfair. He barely caught half the words the man said as he was checking him out- no, not like that- well, yes like that, but that’s besides the point! The doctor was buying some children’s books… something about a new treatment tactic for his patients. And Remy couldn’t catch anything but his name, thanks to that blinding smile.

Hey, tell me what you want me to say

You know I'm stupid for you

Hey, can you come and come out and play?

You know I'm stupid for you

“Uh, hello? Earth to Remy?” Roman asked, waving his hand in front of his face. Remy shook his head, blinking out of the daydream haze. He promptly realized that he had been aimlessly staring out the window, thinking about Emile. And that it was closing time. And that he promised Roman that they’d hang out after he was done working.

“Sorry gurl, lemme just close up and we can go to this new bar in town,” Remy replied, heading into the back to grab his things. He locked up the cash register, then flicked off the lights and walked outside, Roman following behind him. Remy locked the door to the bookstore before tucking the key in one of the pockets in his messenger bag. Roman’s car was parked out front, and once his brother unlocked the door, he slid into the front seat, putting his feet up on the dash.

“Hey, feet off the dash! Where’s this new bar at?” Roman asked. Remy rolled his eyes, but moved his legs.

“It’s just down the road, hang a right, can’t miss it,” he replied, flicking his shades over his eyes. Roman side-eyed Remy for a moment, then started the car.

“Why are you wearing those? It’s dark out,” Roman pointed out.

“Gurl, I got blinded by a smile made of sunshine today. I need these,” he huffed.

“Drama queen,” his brother muttered.

“Takes one to know one. Just drive, I’ll tell ya when we get there.”

Let's trash our whole afternoon

Reciting recycled news

Until we melt and go back to your hotel room

I'll be your new favorite tune

I'll be your black cloud by June

But only when you miss the rain like I miss you

“So in short, I am a complete disaster gay,” Remy said, once he had explained the whole saga to Roman. The two were sitting at the bar, each of them with a drink in hand.

“I thought you were pansexual?” Roman asked, a perplexed expression upon his face.

“Okay, so I’m a disaster pan. Either way, I’m a disaster,” Remy groaned, setting his drink down and burying his face in his hands. Roman regarded his brother with a curious eye, taking a sip of his drink before speaking up again.

“So… does this mean that you and Logan aren’t dating?”

“Oh. Em. Gee. As if I could stand dating that straight-laced nerd- well, not straight, he’s gay- but the point is he’s got a hell of a stick up his…” Remy trailed off at the look of relief paired with a telltale dreamy gaze in his brother’s eyes. “Holy shit, you have a crush on my best friend.”

“No! Maybe? Not important, we’re discussing your disaster pan problems,” Roman retorted. Remy opened his mouth to snap back, but his train of thought was completely derailed when he saw him out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t wearing his tie and cardigan, instead wearing a pale pink bomber jacket over his white button up, which was tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans. But it was still definitely Dr. Emile Picani, with those green eyes peering out from behind a pair of glasses.

Just double dare me

And I promise now that I'll stay

It's not like you're married but I still got carried away

“Holy shit he’s here,” Remy gasped. Roman raised an eyebrow, then followed his gaze. A wicked smirk grew over his face, and then he grabbed Remy’s arm and started dragging him over to where Emile was standing.

“What are you doing?!” Remy hissed.

“Solving your disaster pan problem,” he replied. Remy tore himself from Roman’s grip, glaring at him indignantly.

“Gurl, I can barely form coherent sentences when I see him! How’s dragging me over to him gonna solve anything?!” Remy protested, hands gesturing wildly.

“Have courage, dear brother! Speak from the heart, don’t hold anything back!” Roman declared, striking a dramatic pose. Remy rolled his eyes at his brother’s behavior, silently praying to whatever god was listening that Emile didn’t notice them.

“Oh, like you have courage when it comes to Logan?” Remy teased. Roman scowled at him for a moment, before schooling his expression.

“If I promise to talk to Logan, will you talk to Emile?” Roman offered. Remy considered for a moment, then sighed.

“Fine. But it’s-”

“Oh hi! You’re the guy from the bookstore, right?” a voice asked from behind him, and he whirled around to see none other than Emile standing there. Remy could have sworn his heart stopped when those emerald green eyes met his dark brown ones.

“Uh… yeah! What’s up, Doc?” Remy replied, laughing nervously and internally cursing his stupid disaster pan brain for not being smooth.

Hey, tell me what you want me to say

You know I'm stupid for you

Hey, can you come and come out and play?

You know I'm stupid for you

Thankfully, Emile broke down into giggles, a delighted flush coming over his face. And oh boy, if Remy wasn’t a disaster before, he definitely was now from the bubbly laughter spilling from the other man’s mouth. He could practically sense his brother’s smirk from behind him.

“Oh, you just made my day! I love cartoons,” Emile said between giggles.

“Yeah! Uh- cartoons are great!” Remy replied, desperately trying to keep his cool. “I’m Remy, by the way.”

“Emile! But I guess you already knew that, huh?” he said with a grin. That smile must have short-circuited Remy’s brain further, because the next thing out of his mouth he had no control over.

“Do you wanna dance?”

You're playing ring around my head

I wear you like a halo

You're a symphony, I'm just a sour note

I'll take what I can get

The best is hard to grip when everybody wants you

And everybody wants you

You're playing ring around my head

I wear you like a halo

You're a symphony, I'm just a sour note

I'll take what I can get

The best is hard to grip when everybody wants you

It was official, Remy was an idiot. He froze the minute the words were out of his mouth. Emile seemed to freeze as well, a deep flush spreading over his face. But then the grin returned, and when he spoke up again, Remy was about 90% sure he had died. Or was dreaming. Either way, there was no way that what was happening was real.

“Sure, I’d love to dance, Rem!” Emile chirped, grabbing Remy’s hand and pulling him to the dance floor. Okay, he was definitely dead because a gorgeously adorable man just agreed to dance with him, and he was given a nickname by said man.

The music was pounding, some pop song that Remy didn’t care to know the name of. But that didn’t matter because Emile was bopping along to the music, seemingly carefree and unaware of the hypnotic effect the sway of his hips was having on Remy and frankly anyone else in the near vicinity. He blinked and shook his head, joining in on dancing to the beat, ignoring the strange twist in his gut that he got whenever he caught someone else looking at Emile. He shouldn’t be jealous, he had just met the man today! And it wasn’t as if they had any sort of commitment to each other…

His train of thought was suddenly cut off by Emile’s hands on his hips, pulling him closer. They were practically pressed against each other as they continued to dance, and Remy was fairly certain his face was bright red. Emile seemed to take notice of this, frowning with concern as he began to pull away. Remy boldly stepped closer, and Emile’s face flashed with concern before twisting to a more confused expression.

“It’s okay, you just surprised me. What also surprised me was seeing you here in the first place,” Remy explained, and Emile gave a shy smile in response.

“I’ll admit, this isn’t usually my type of thing. But my brother, Patton, and his partner invited me out tonight… and of course, they’ve spent most of tonight making out in the corner,” Emile said over the pounding music.

“That’s lame of your brother,” Remy frowned.

“He’s really very sweet! And Virgil- that’s his partner- has been one of my best friends for a while. It’s just that he’s very gay for my brother,” Emile laughed. “But I’m glad I found you.”

Hey, tell me what you want me to stay

You know I'm stupid for you

Hey, can you come-a come out and play

You know I'm stupid for you

That was it, Emile was definitely going to be the end of Remy. Sweet and adorable, yet incredibly gorgeous and alluring. He wasn’t sure just how much more of this he could take!

“Emile- I… what’s happening?” Remy blurted. Emile grinned again, and he was fairly sure his heart was about to leap out of his chest with how fast it was beating. Emile leaned closer, and all of Remy’s thought processes seemed to cease.

“What do you want to happen?” Emile purred into his ear. On the outside, Remy seemed stock-still and silent, but on the inside he was screaming and everything was on fire. Emile pulled away to look him in the eyes, his grin having morphed into more of a playful smirk.

“I- um… well…” Remy trailed off, seemingly unable to form words. Emile’s smile became soft once more, and he wrapped his arms around Remy’s waist, his touch like tingling fire.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked sweetly. Remy’s eyes flew wide, and he barely nodded before surging forward and capturing Emile’s lips with his own.

You're playing ring around my head

I wear you like a halo

You're a symphony, I'm just a sour note

I'll take what I can get

The best is hard to grip when everybody wants you

And everybody wants you

The kiss was tantalizingly sweet, yet somehow burning hot at the same time. Remy couldn’t seem to get enough of Emile, arms wrapping around him, one hand pressing into the small of his back, while the other slid up his back, to his neck, to tangling into his soft curls. Emile made a soft sound into the kiss when Remy ran his fingers through his hair, and yup, Remy was definitely done for.

“As much as I like kissing you, don’t you think I should take you out to dinner sometime first?” Emile murmured into his mouth, once they had pulled apart to breathe.

“What if I take you to dinner first,” Remy huffed, pulling him into another kiss. Emile giggled into the kiss, and Remy found himself smiling against the other man’s mouth.

“Oh, challenge accepted,” Emile said after pulling away again.

“It’s on, babes. How about I get your number?” Remy smirked. Emile laughed, pulling away from Emile and walking away from the dance floor. There was a slight sway to his hips, which he definitely was doing on purpose, if the dazzling grin he threw Remy over his shoulder was anything to go by.

“I’m not letting you win that easy!” he shouted. Remy laughed, following after Emile.

And everybody wants you

And everybody wants you

And everybody wants you

And everybody wants you

And everybody wants you

Remy eventually got his number… but it wasn’t until the following day, when Emile showed up at the bookstore, telling Remy that he was taking him to dinner after work. The dinner date was fantastic, and if they made out in the booth at the restaurant more than actually eating… well that was their business. That date led to another date… and then another… and another… Remy couldn’t be happier. He could hardly imagine his life before Emile, and sure, he still got a little frazzled whenever Emile smiled at him, soft and adoring… but Remy wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything in the world.

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#sanders sides #remile #moxiety #logince #remy sanders #dr. emile picani #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #human au #sage writes

[thirsty-x1]

I’ve been in such a SOFT romantic mood lately 🥰 ((tbh i always am)) ... Imagine slow dancing with seungyoun to everybody loves the sunshine by roy ayers on a breezy summer evening. you’re wearing a graceful golden silk dress and you have a sunflower in your hair. to him, your presence is sunshine personified. whenever he looks at you, he sees a sun goddess who radiates warmth and love to this world. 💛 - luxury anon

This made me soft after imagining professor!Seungwoo ㅠㅅㅠ

He would definitely have the most proud and lovely expression as he swayed with you to the rhythm. Seungyoun would be such a devoted boyfriend,,, I can absolutely see him praising you and treating you literally like a goddess, because that’s what Leo Suns do. Leo is fucking royalty and will make you feel as part of it too. Either queen or king, he will treat you as such, there is no doubt.

#luxury anon #trophy wife anon #seungyoun ask

[martinscardigan]

Anytime

Albert DaSilva X Reader

2,664 Words

Warnings: Death Mention, (OMG I THINK THATS MY ONLY WARNING, least angsty fic yet)

A/N:

So, real talk. I wanted to write with Albert for like a week and a half, but I seriously had no idea how to. I HC him as very confident working his way towards arrogant, but with a soft side. A little impulsive, but over all just a great guy, and I really think that came out. I hope you enjoy this! Uhm, I’m thinking of taking requests so if there’s anything you’d like to see me write, drop me a line! 

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It was a windy night in New York and with every gust of wind the windows of the Lodge house seemed to shake as though a train was rolling past. You couldn’t seem to sleep no matter how many times you rolled over to try to ignore the sound. You even spent an hour with a pillow over your head, which just seemed pointless.

After what seemed like hours of tossing and turning you decided to just go to the parlor downstairs and read until you had the morning bell rung. Anything would be better than laying there left with only your thoughts and the sound of the shuttering windows.

You made your way past bunks of sleeping newsies, all while you clutched your copy of Mansfield Park to your chest and tried to avoid the errant shoes left in the walkway. In the hallway, you carefully avoided the wooden boards that would creak when you stepped on them.

The room downstairs was lit by the flickering orange light of the fire that was kept going over night to try to bring some heat the the chilled winter air that always found its way into the lodgehouse. A few Newsies milled around, some younger kids were asleep by the fire, a few others found themselves unable to sleep as well and greeted you with a smile. As you stood in the doorway, scanning the room, your eyes landed on Albert.

You knew he didn’t usually stay here, normally staying at home with his 2 older brothers, but over the winter, he would stay here in the lodgehouse- so his brothers could save money for having to feed him. You had only spoken to him a few times, but it looked like the only place there was to sit was on the couch next to him. So, you emotionally braced yourself to sit next to the most attractive red head in the lodgehouse, and walked in.

“Can’t sleep either?” Albert asked instead of greeting you as you sat down.

“No, the wind is so loud, and I’ve been tossing and turning all night, I figured I might as well come read,” you shrugged, a small smile on your face.

“That’s the wind? I thought it was just Race snoring,” Albert joked, earning a small laugh from you.

“Why are you down ‘ere?” You asked, placing your book on your lap. You had intended to read it, but now you really just wanted to talk to Albert.

“Couldn’t sleep, I tried, but then... well,” he trailed off, a pained look crossed his face. You weren’t sure what to do, but then reached out and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I know that we don’t know each other that well, but if you want to talk, I’m right here and I ain’t got nothin’ better to do,” You smiled at him reassuringly when his eyes met yours.

“‘S nothing,” Albert mumbled, looking down. “I just- winter is hard sometimes. My mother, she died a few years back, and sometimes it’s still hard.”

You felt a jolt run through your chest, a few years back your father left your family, which was always a sore subject. Your mother, she couldn’t make enough to keep a house for you and your younger siblings, which is how you ended up selling papes to start off with. You could certainly relate with loving your mother so much it hurt.

Without knowing why, you reached over and pulled Albert into a hug. He stiffened at first, but then softened. You felt him shake with soft sobs, and you responded by running your hand down his back, in a way you thought would be comforting. You’d never really hugged him, but for the briefest of moments you caught the scent of tobacco coming from his shirt, you assumed from spending so much time around Race. You felt sympathy tears rise, and you tried to swallow them down.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you whispered somewhat awkwardly. The wind was still whipping around outside, and a particularly strong gust made the entire building shake. Your posture straightened out of surprise, and Albert pulled back.

“Sorry, I just- I don’t like the wind,” You explained sheepishly. You noticed that his face was red, and you instinctively wiped a tear from his cheek. His eyes widened once he realized what you had just done.

“Sorry, I just, um, habit?” You mumbled out, scooting away from him. “I’ll just leave you alone.”

You hurried to open your book, and forced yourself to stay focused on the words. You hadn’t even finished a paragraph when you felt his hand on your shoulder.

“No, uhm, you’re fine Miranda.” He had a comforting look in his eye, and a solemn smile across his face. You lowered your book slowly, looking at him with confusion over your face. “Sometimes it’s nice to know you ain’t alone.”

Albert? Alone? You almost had to hold back a laugh at the thought. He was never seen without Race or Henry, and he had a family, unlike most of the Newsies. You knew your face was like an open book, and guessed he was basically reading your thoughts by this point.

“I mean, I got friends, but I ain’t gonna wake up Race in the middle of the night to come talk to me when I’m sad, ya know?” He shrugged, you were still confused, but decided to just go along with it.

“Well, you can be sad with me, whenever you need,” you said, and smiled at him. You hoped it was a reassuring smile, but with the awkward, broken pace that the words came out of your mouth you knew it probably was just an awkward smile. Another burst of wind and the front door clanged open, and the noise made you jump nearly a foot out of your seat.

Albert laughed quietly and pulled you to him. You felt your body tense up, as you watched a few other Newsies run to shut the door. What exactly was going on with Albert? Usually the side you saw of him was so, strong, and never seemed like he needed anyone, but he was being unusually sweet.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let the wind get ya,” He said through his quiet laughter. For a moment you considered the options, you could pull back, ask what the hell was going on, or you could go with it, and deal with the emotional damage that would come with it if this was a “One Night Only sort of deal.”

You curled into his chest, and mumbled a thanks. Deciding that if you went back to unfamiliarity that you could handle it, even if it would take some tears. Albert started to hum a song softly and it was mesmerizing.

“Albert?” You asked, he hummed in response. “If you’re just gonna stay like that, is it okay if I fall asleep? I feel...”

You paused, unsure of the next word you wanted to say. With his arm around you you felt, secure, happy, calm, like things were going to be okay? None of those words were really words you wanted to say.

“Safe?” He finished, yes, that was the word you were looking for but with it hanging in the air between the two of you the word almost scared you.

“Yeah?” You managed to squeak out.

“‘S Alright, I feel better with you here too,” You could hear the smile in his voice. He shifted your weight and all of a sudden you found yourself laying across his lap, with your head leaning on his opposite shoulder and on the arm of the couch. You couldn’t remember a time when you had been so comfy, and so turning a little more into Albert, hearing the rhythm of his heart. You fell asleep with ease.

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The next morning when you heard the morning bell you found yourself in the same spot as you were a few hours ago when you fell asleep. You blinked your eyes open and Albert was smiling down at you.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Albert said, you laughed in response. Around you was a flurry of activity, as the other Newsies started to scramble around to get ready for the day.

“Mornin’” You sleepily tucked a stray piece of hair behind Albert’s ear. “Ready for another day of carryin’ the banner?” Your voice was a pitch higher than normal, as it always was when you had just woke up.

“You betcha,” Albert smiled, you shifted forward and sat up. He grinned at  you, and it nearly took your breath away, “See ya at the gate?”

You nodded in response, and pressed a small kiss to his cheek than bounded away. Up the stairs past tons of Newsies who smirked at you as they saw you. Once you got to your bunk, you knew you only had about 20 minutes before having to go down to the gate, so taking a quick bath was out of the question this morning.

You quickly changed your shirt, and ran a brush through your hair. You couldn’t help but feel a certain spark at your fingertips. You wondered if Albert felt the same way this morning as he got ready.

“Got a pep in ya step this morning, don’t cha, Miranda?” Cruchie said to you as you were lacing up your shoes. He sat next to ya on your bunk, and grinned at you like he knew something you didn’t.

“Oh shut up Crutchie,” You felt a blush light your cheeks, but you grinned all the same.

“Everybody’s talkin’ ‘bout you an’ Albert,” he elbowed you playfully.

“We just slept on the couch together during the storm, ain’t nothing huge,” you tried to play it off, but Crutchie was one of your best friends. He knew better than almost anyone what the smile and blush combo on your face meant.

“Come on, you and I both know somethin’ more was there,” Crutchie smiled, and honestly, you wondered how anyone else in the world could ever be described as sunshine personified. Clearly that title belonged to Crutchie.

“I mean, I can always hope!” You giggled, Crutchie was one of the only Newsies who knew you had a crush on Albert. So it felt safe talking to him. You jumped up from your bed, grabbed your cap and put it on backwards. “Think it suits me?”

Crutchie clutched his sides in laughter.

“Turn your hat around, we gots work to do,” Crutchie managed to say in between fits of laughter. You turned your hat around and held out a hand to help Crutchie up. Together you walked through the early morning streets of New York.

It almost looked like the streets had been abandoned. There was more trash floating around in the street then you had ever seen, and not to mention errant tree branches that had fallen and decided to stay where they were.

“Wow, that was one hell of a storm last night,” you commented to Crutchie. You grinned when you saw your breath turn into a cloud as you spoke.

“No kidding, selling today is gonna be rough,” Crutchie used his free hand to scratch his chin. The walk to the gate was short, the line to get papes, went by fast. You hadn’t seen Albert, and you were more than a little disappointed.

You and Crutchie sat on a wagon, counting your papes. And next thing you knew you were off to your own corner of Manhattan to hawk the pape.

“Hey! Miranda!” You heard Crutchie call just as you were about to turn the corner of the street. “Meet me at Jacobi’s for lunch at noon?”

“Sure thing! See ya then!” You waved your free hand in a wide arch over your head, a big smile on your face.

By noon you were more than ready for lunch at Jacobi’s with Crutchie, hardly anyone was out, barely a few of your usuals. You had helped a few of the men you usually sold papes too move the larger branches out of the street, but mostly, you just ended up walking back and forth aimlessly. Once you asked someone the time and they said a quarter till noon, you pushed the excess papes into your bag and started walking to Jacobi’s.

The walk to Jacobi’s was short, but you managed to sell a few of your papes on the way there.

Walking into Jacobi’s was almost like walking into a ghost town. Not a single soul was in there, and it seemed like it was darker than usual. You walked in slowly, wondering what was going on. At a table in the corner there was someone, but it was just barely dark enough for you to make out their figure but really no features.

“Crutchie? Why’s it so dark in here?” You laughed, walking towards the table. Once you got closer, you could see that it wasn’t Crutchie, but was in fact Albert. On one end of the table was a small bouquet of Daisies, you took a step back, clearly this couldn’t have been meant for you. “Oh, uh, sorry Albert, uh, I’ll just-” you grunted and took several hurried steps back.

You started to feel your heart fracture into tiny pieces, even the sun outside was painful. You had to run, but you paused long enough outside the door to Jacobi’s to catch your breath. Crushes? Who needed them? Not you, right?

In that moment, just as you were about to fall to pieces,  Albert opened the door and grabbed your hand.

“Miranda, are you all right?” He asked, concern in every syllable of his question. “I wanted to surprise you, but if you don’t like it, I’m sorry!”

Your mind completely stopped, it was like two different waves of information crashing against each other. The two waves cancelled each other out, one was full of sadness, the other was mostly just full of happiness and exclamation points.

“Wait, what?” You turned to face him, sure that your face was red with tears that hadn’t reached your eyes yet.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while, I just never really knew how to even really start a conversation with you, so I figured, after-” Albert stammered nervously. You felt a bubbly sort of feeling in your chest as you listened to him.

“After last night, now was the time to make your move, and you had Crutchie help you get me here,” you finished his sentence for him. The sentence fell out of your mouth at a hurried pace, and you grabbed his other hand a huge smile on your face.

“Right, so I spent the morning getting some daisies, because I remembered you mentioning one day that you loved them. I also set up the table with some nice candles and your favorite sandwich for us to split,” Albert’s face was bright with blush, you couldn’t help but be bewildered at this turn of events.

“I, uh, wow, that’s so sweet?” You managed to get out.

“I mean if you don’t have the same feelings for me, I understand, I just, uh-” You took the opportunity between one of his stammers to pull him close and kiss him. It was a soft kiss, short and very sweet. It felt like you had waited for eternity for that kiss.

“I do like you, idiot.” You said as soon as you broke the kiss.

“Oh, uh, well, in that case, I could only get Race and Crutchie to promise me that no one would come in here for half an hour. So’s we could be, alone, and not have no newsies lookin’ at us on our first date.” Albert explained. You tightened your grip on his hands.

“Well, then, let’s get going!” You laughed and half dragged him into Jacobi’s, more excited than you can remember being in a long time.

#albert x reader #albert dasilva x reader #newsies fic #newsies x reader #newsies #my writing #seriously this took me so long because I never had an idea that worked enough #and then today I was laying in bed and I was like OMG WIND #I CAN WORK WITH WIND #and so here we are now

[busanbunnie]

‘ just because there’s always room for improvement doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough. ’

Hana knew that it was nothing to get down about, it just meant that she had more determination to work harder but when a couple of Infantrymen had been given a higher rank that she had worked so hard training with and she didn’t, she couldn’t help but to be a little disheartened. She felt even worse when her mentor came in. Sitting on her bed with the letter in hand, ShinRa’s signature scribbled to confirm it was legitimate, she couldn’t help but feel she had let Zack himself down. “I’m sorry... I really did work hard.”

She could only hope that he saw that but clearly she just wasn’t at her maximum strength yet, both physically and mentally. It saddened her to think that way but she tried her hardest to keep positive. She was like the little ray of sunshine within her group--sunshine personified they often called her. As her eyes scanned over the words once more, she felt an uncomfortable ache within her chest before hearing his words.

Snapping her head up, doe like optics gazed into his mako enhanced hues before listening to his words of wisdom. They struck a surge of confidence within her as she gave a sweet smile and nodded her head happily. 

“You’re right! I didn’t even think of it like that...” Small digits gripped at the paper she was holding onto before she straightened her posture and made a noise of determination. “I’m gonna show them what I’m made of. I’m gonna work harder and prove to everybody that I can do it!” Putting her hands on her hips in a comical manner as though proving her point, she looked over at the older female before bursting out into a fit of giggles, a small snort escaping in the process. “You’ll help me, right?” 

#zackleos #answered #i love them!

[angeldolls-identity-blog]

──────⊱◈◈◈⊰──────

BOOK OF ALTERS

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♠

𖠁 hi, im ♠! i use it/it/its/itself pronouns and i'm the one who made this blog! i do not really have a personality of my own, i am a blank slate on which my systemmates project their personality, i'm the only fronter of the system! i do not experience emotion myself, however i do have feelings thanks to the collective consciousness of the system. it makes me quite sad that i am not a person and i wish i was one - i only experience personhood through my systemmates

𖠁 for my systemmates, i am associated with the colors purple and black as well as soft, small animals

🎪

𖠁 heyoooo! im a parallax alter, use she/her and im one of the only extroverted alters! my personality is best described by circuscore and clowncore, but for my systemmates im associated with black, purple and yellow, as well as bats and rats! i experience limited emotions, and i can only really express them through aesthetics!

🍯

𖠁 hello, 🍯 here! im an ISH/carer alter, and my personality is best described by warmcore or cottagecore. my emotions aren't limited, but are always coated in hope, as if dipped into it. im the one you will be talking to in case you need help 🤗 i use she/her and they/them pronouns and care for both littles and my grown-up systemmates

💄

𖠁 im 💄. im a protector of the system, and my associations are the colors red and gold, leopards, riches and red wine. i go by she/her.

♦

𖠁 its nice to meet you, im ♦, and i am a holder of repressed trauma. my systemmates tell me that the only way for them to explain my personality is gray and neat, so I guess that's how i will describe it to you :). they also associate me with dust, libraries, the cold, blue colors, marble sculptures and loneliness

♥

𖠁 hello there, im ♥ and i am a system protector. im described as a mix between 💄and 🎪, and my systemmates associate me with casual villaincore. i experience limited emotions, my range only stretches to anger, mischief, fun and pleasure. i dont have much else to say about myself, but i hope to post a lot on the blog ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ

🌫

𖠁 🌫 is a little and a traumaholder. since we don't allow traumaholders to reflect, I (♠) will describe 🌫. 🌫 doesn't use any pronouns and doesn't like being even mentioned in a dialogue, internal or external. 🌫's entire identity is very foggy and unclear, but we know 🌫 is a feminine child. 🌫 will not be posting at all, but 🌫 is a part of the system and we all do think 🌫 deserves to be mentioned.

🌰

𖠁 hello! im a half fictive and a caretaker, specifically for littles! I like to describe my personality by the warmcore and lunapark aesthetic. i use she/her pronouns but I am currently looking for a replacement (please do suggest to me if you have an idea). it saddens me that my presence makes it hard for the littles to be completely reflected and for ♠ to experience childhood, however i do my best to make their time fun and safe. much love to everybody ❤❤❤

🎠

𖠁 hey, 🎠 here; I'm a soother alter, I use ae/aer pronouns and the closest I can describe my personality is with this picture

I'm associated with porcelain toys and figures, gemstones, fairy lights and pink lemonade, as well as swans and albino peacocks

🦷

𖠁 hi, I'm 🦷. I am the tamest of the raging alters (🐺, 🔪 and 🔗 are the other raging alters), which is why im going to type their introductions too. I use it/its and xe/xer pronouns and am mostly associated with the shallow forests during the day and early morning as well as cats. I am more cultured than the other rage alters as well, and I do my best to keep my presence as easy to handle as possible

🐺

𖠁 While he uses he/him pronouns, he is genderless. he is the personification of our rage, hatred for the world and our urge to destroy. we associate him with bl**d, g*re, wolves and the deep woods in the late evening. Interestingly, 🐺 isn't the most vi*l*nt raging alter

🔗

𖠁 🔗 is very vi*l*nt, but in a way that is destructive to the vessel instead of its surroundings - 🔗 craves freedom, which often leads zem to cause the vessel physical injury. ze is the personified feeling of entrapment and hopelessness, as well as untamed rage towards the captors

🔪

𖠁 🔪 uses ke/kek/keks/kekself pronouns and is the most brutal of our rage alters. ke is the one that causes the most trouble and brings the greatest desire for bl**d, guts and viol*nc*. we associate kek with demons, f*re, bl**d, brutality and cann*bal*sm

♣

𖠁 hello guys, im a soother/carer/ISH alter and i use ae/aer pronouns. my systemmates associate me with sunshine, fields, soft wild animals (like hares, squirrels and deer), wildflowers, cottagecore and peaceful, euphoric solitude. i specifically care for traumaholders, both repressed and the ones who remember

🍂

𖠁 hi guys, im 🍂, an ISH who works as an emotional mechanic. I am related to ♣ and we are related to the same things and aesthetics, except I do not interact with any other systemmates except for ♠. I prefer being alone while I work on our mental and emotional state (*^ω^). I use they/them pronouns

💉

𖠁 hello, I'm glad to meet you! I'm a carer of the raging alters, and I am associated with medicalcore, therapists, huge, gated woods and shady medical practices (in the benefit of my patients of course)

🧿

𖠁 🧿 is an entity which can pass through the barriers of the headspace, collecting information on all the members of the system. 🧿 is a sentient, autonomous database of information, omnipresent across the headspace but not often communicating with the others

🐲

𖠁 hello, im 🐲, i use he/him and rae/ream pronouns. i don't think i need to explain my personality to you. im a fictive

↳ the following alters are littles and therefore will be described by their primary carer, 🌰

🧸

𖠁

NULL

𖠁 null, also known as blanc is the original. it is comatose and its only activity has been connecting us all through collective consciousness as long as we remember. the collective consciousness is getting weaker and is starting to disappear, and it truly seems like null is going to dissipate soon.

(described by ♠, informations from 🧿)

[more will be added tomorrow as it is hard for me to reflect so many people in such a short time - ♠]

[to do: 🧸📺🐰]

#book of alters #♠ #🎪 #🍯 #💄 #♦ #♥ #🌰 #🎠 #🦷

[oathkeptroxas]

SorikuWeek2017; Day Two; First Impressions/Memories.

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Relationships: Riku/Sora, Kairi/Sora, Kairi & Riku & Sora Characters: Riku, Kairi, Sora  Additional Tags: Childhood Friends, Memories, Friendship/Love, Best Friends, Implied Relationships, Implied Unrequited Soriku, Implied Sora/Kairi, Riku-centric, Character Study, Angst, Insecurity, Jealousy, Prologue to KH1, Slight Canon Divergence, Pining, SorikuWeek2017

Summary:  "The most prevalent memories of their respective childhoods, were the ones they shared. A thousand sandcastles that they’d build and then kick down, racing across the shore to take a running jump straight into the structure. The air was full of a symphony of laughter, with sand scratching at sun-freckled skin, and it felt like nothing could go wrong."

read on ao3 here. Or in full under the cut.

If he were being perfectly honest with himself, Riku had always been a little jealous of Sora. For as long as he could remember, since he was way too young to fully comprehend the complexity of what he was feeling, he had been drawn to the younger boy.

Sora was sunlight personified, with an infectious beaming smile and such a heartfelt sincerity in everything he did. It was almost as if he’d been born with an inherent need to be liked by every person he stumbled upon, and it never seemed difficult for him to achieve that. He was quite possibly, impossible to hate. He looked up at Riku with a hero-worship kind of awe, and despite their differences in temperament, they’d been inseparable their whole lives. Neither one remembered a time before they knew each other.

The most prevalent memories of their respective childhoods, were the ones they shared. A thousand sandcastles that they’d build and then kick down, racing across the shore to take a running jump straight into the structure. The air was full of a symphony of laughter, with sand scratching at sun-freckled skin, and it felt like nothing could go wrong.

Sora was warm, people were drawn to him, taken in by his positive energy. He only ever saw the good in people, was almost incapable of believing that anybody could ever do wrong. He was a polite and inquisitive child, all messy hair and bright eyes. Everybody loved him, and though he didn't know it for what it was back then, Riku loved him too.

Riku had always been more reserved. He’d always been the kind to ponder quietly, to keep what was his, hidden. Where Sora would talk a mile a minute about whatever his current interest might have been, Riku would carefully select his words. They would lay side by side, mirrored poses with their arms folded behind their heads, the warmth of the beach seeped into their skin. Riku would be peering up at the vastness of the sky, thinking about all the places he’d never been, all the lives out there he’d never seen. Sora would be tracing shapes in the clouds, telling stories of the characters he found there.

Sora had this radiance, this light and innocence. Riku was frequently amazed by him and blessed to have him as a best friend. But, Riku had never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve. He was private, and withdrawn, didn’t like to feel exposed or vulnerable. More often than not, he came across as cold, distant, brash. He envied the ease with which Sora interacted with others, he envied the freely given smiles, the inexplicit trust that everyone always bestowed upon Sora.

It gnawed away at him as time went by. Riku was the oldest, he was the more serious, the more knowledgeable, the more street-smart. He consoled himself with these things, these were things that Sora couldn’t take away. It didn’t matter if people liked Sora better than him, because Sora would go wherever Riku wanted to, would do whatever Riku was doing. Sora might have been the golden boy, but Riku, he was the leader. Sora might me able to play coy and give the puppy dog eyes to get them out of trouble when they got caught up to no good, but Riku was the mastermind.

Things changed a little when Kairi showed up. They weren’t even 10 years old when the girl washed up on Destiny Island, with no memory of who she’d been - save her name - she’d been taken in by a local family. Sora blossomed in a wholly different way around her. He was gentle in a way he hadn’t been before. Where the two boys would build sand castles only to revel in knocking them down, Sora carefully, painstakingly helped Kairi collect sea shells to decorate her castle, only to watch, pouting and forlorn, when the tide eventually came to claim it. Sora grew to listen, in a way he’d never had to before because Riku had never been one to share. Along with being a shoulder to cry on, Sora learnt to be insightful, patient.

Riku watched as Sora continued to flourish into the very embodiment of goodness, like a walking dream. It couldn’t be possible, nobody could be that good, that selfless, that without flaws. The more perfect Sora seemed, the more Riku wished he wasn’t. Perhaps his jealousy, his dark, cloying envy, had really been a deflection all along. Maybe he’d simply been pining, had been determined to find something bad about Sora because if he wasn’t perfect, then it would be easier to pretend Riku wasn’t drowning in him. That only worked in theory.

The bond that Kairi and Sora forged was unlike anything Riku had ever seen. The two of them were so alike in temperament, and suddenly Riku felt like the odd one out, the misshapen puzzle piece. The dynamic he and Sora had shared had seemed right, like they made up for what each other lacked, but with Kairi’s appearance proving that Sora didn't need someone like Riku after all, he had been forced to re-evaluate.

He wanted desperately for things to go back to the way they were, with Sora’s sunshine smile traipsing after him like an imprinted duckling. But now, Sora was hanging onto Kairi’s every word. Riku couldn’t remember a time before Sora, couldn’t recall how or when they met or what they’d first thought of each other. Sora had always been there, and somehow along the way Riku had started taking that for granted.

It would be easier to swallow if Riku were the kind of person who was a little more in touch with his emotions. If he were able to admit to himself exactly why all this was eating at him, maybe he would be better equipped to deal with it. He was envious of Sora’s light, and he was jealous that Kairi got so much of Sora’s attention.

It didn’t help that Kairi was good too. She was sweet and bubbly, and perhaps a little demanding, but she knew what she wanted and how to get it, and Riku found that admirable. She was like Sora in a lot of ways, but she and Riku also shared a lot of traits: steadfast determination, a go-getter attitude, a thirst for knowledge. Riku began to wonder if maybe she and Sora would be perfect together because she could relate to him a little better, while also giving Sora the things that Riku once had. Riku wished he could hate Kairi sometimes, but he couldn’t, much like Sora, she was impossible to hate.

As they got older, hit their mid-teens, Kairi began to ponder the world a lot more. Riku would have endless conversations with her about how far they could go if given the chance. She wanted to know where she came from, she wanted to know who she was. Riku had so many questions he wanted answered too, about the truth of existence, about why and how they’d ended up where they were. When they’d concocted their plan to build a raft, neither one of them truly believed it would get them anywhere, after all, if a simple raft could give them the answers they sought, wouldn’t someone have done it already? Would they even have the questions at all? But all they had to go on was that Kairi had washed up on the beach, so they would have to set sail.

Riku would watch Kairi and Sora from a distance. He’d eavesdrop on their conversations and hear the softly spoken words of praise and encouragement, and he’d think <i> “At least he’s hearing it from someone, even if it’s not me.” </i>

The resentment festered, the nagging, tearing feeling in the valley of his ribs like a dull, aching, burning throb. Some days it was unbearable. It filled him with the need to just <i>go</i>. He wanted so badly to leave, to get out of this place, to find somewhere else. Maybe on some other world there would be some other person, who he could give his light to and know they’d want it for themselves. Some days he both loved and hated Sora so much he couldn’t stand it.

All of their childhood memories began to look better, nostalgia had given them all a shine. Everything had been so clear before Kairi came, everything had been so simple. But her appearance had thrown everything into stark relief, and Riku hadn’t been ready to face it.

Riku had turned to antagonizing Sora, purposely pushing his buttons just to get a reaction. He wanted Sora’s attention, good or bad, he wanted undivided focus. He started pushing Sora harder, making everything into a competition. Somewhere along the way Riku had even started using Kairi, referring to her as a prize, forcing Sora to participate in his games. <i>”Do it for Kairi, Sora.”</i>, because he wasn’t brave enough to suggest “Do it for me.”

It was no wonder he’d been overcome. His weaknesses had been ready to exploit, plain for anyone to see. He was a young boy, and Maleficent had known exactly what to say, how to twist things to get the reaction she wanted. Riku had been so focused on Sora, on what he stood to lose, that he’d never had a hope of seeing it for what it was.

He’d wanted so badly to get out of his tiny, little world, wanted so badly to seek out something greater. But, not like this. Never like this.

#sorikuweek2017 #soriku #my fic #otp: i looked everywhere for you #kh

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Fic, When Logic Grew Up

I got an anon request for a fic. They said they wanted something for Logic stressing out about starting college and the others getting in the way. I don’t think the Sanders Sides existed before last October, so I’m taking some creative liberties here. Just imagine this as an alternate universe of sorts because I don’t know what starting college was like ten years ago, and I’m imagining what the sides were like when Thomas was in his late teens and he hadn’t started talking to them yet.

This is also my first attempt at storytelling through flashbacks. Woo! I also tried my hand at a slow burn type of story, so it got kind of long. 2,541 words long, to be exact. I can’t think of any warnings. It’s mostly sentimental type stuff. Not fluff exactly, but not angst either. A little bit of platonic analogical because I like the idea of them being friends.

Tip Jar

Everybody knows that kid. They hardly try, they stay organized, and overly stress out when they get anything under a 95 on a test. Logic wanted Thomas to be that kid. He believed Thomas had it in him to be that kid, but he never was. Prince had won out in regards to what kind of student Thomas was. He was the theatre kid. It’s hard to have perfect grades when you spend all your time backstage.

Logic was sifting through his files one evening, cleaning them out. He made piles of things to keep and things not to keep. Old obsolete notes, void passwords, and useless bits of information were folded and thrown into the wastebasket, while new facts and words and practical ideas were put into a pile to be sorted for long term memory later.

After cleaning out short term memory, he decided perhaps he should make a sweep through long term as well. This was what he did while Thomas slept, and tonight he guessed he had a little more time.

As usual, he started with some older memories. Some things were easy to clear out. Without Morality here he could make space by getting rid of things like childhood friends names, second grade art projects, and other inconsequential things. He didn’t do a huge comprehensive sweep. It was more of a random thing.

He skipped over some of the middle school and early high school years. He was not in the mood to revisit those tonight. Instead he decided to check out late high school. Perhaps something from there could be lost.

He opened up a random memory drawer that looked like it hadn’t been opened in about a decade. He struggled to open it, as it seemed to be rusted slightly. As it jerked open, he started to remember why he hadn’t opened it in so long.

“Oh, it’s over! It’s over! Ah, I’m going to miss them all so much!” Morality cried as Thomas hugged another person goodbye.

“Too much! Too much!” Whined Anxiety, shying away. “You’re going to weird them out!”

“Begone!” Prince cried, “Graduation is a joyous occasion and I will not have you ruining it,” Prince pushed the emo aside as he and Morality took the reigns.

Anxiety sat down on a foldable chair and hunched over to sulk. His dyed black fringe moved over his eyes and his folded arms hid his My Chemical Romance t-shirt and fingerless gloves.

Logic adjusted his glasses. Anxiety almost looked dangerous when he was hunched over like that. He knew in the back of his mind that soon the dark thoughts that Anxiety personified would return, but he knew that right now that should not matter. After all, Thomas had spent the last four years of his life with these people. According to the social rules Logic had been able to pick up on, that meant they were at least owed some form of acknowledgment. What that was, he didn’t know, so he left that sort of thing to the others.

Morality pulled out a Polaroid camera. The others did as he said and stood in front of it. This was a very emotional moment, and emotional moments were when he was in charge.

Logic slowly pulled the drawer open the rest of the way. He swallowed and the memories began to trickle into his consciousness. Logic pulled the first file out of the drawer and opened it. It was labeled “High School Graduation”. Along with the usual description of the event was a Polaroid picture.

In the picture were four identical, yet extremely different faces.

The one standing the tallest was in the back right of the frame. It was prince, fresh faced with a winning smile. He was dressed much more casually than he dressed today. More of a modern day prince, with a clean white button-up shirt with black pants. He was wearing a sword on his belt and a silver crown on his head.

Anxiety stood in the center of the frame, clearly not happy to be there. This was before the black hoodie. The age of black fringe and band t-shirts had been in full swing. He was wearing fingerless gloves on hands that didn’t quite fit inside the pockets of his skinny jeans. The eyeliner and mouth piercings were a bit much.

The one holding the camera with his arm stretched out was Morality. He was wearing a school t-shirt and cargo pants. His glasses had colorful blue frames and Logic remembered how at this point Morality had been a big brother. Not a dad.

Then his eyes moved to the hardest thing to look at. Himself.

He was standing next to Anxiety, staring blankly into the camera. He was wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants, the usual American school uniform, even though the school Thomas attended didn’t have a uniform or strict dress code. His wire framed glasses reflected the light of the auditorium in almost sinister fashion. Even at graduation, his backpack was on and a book was in his hand. The picture had a distinct lack of neckties.

This was where it had begun. The first big shift.

Logic had been right. Anxiety was being overly active now that things had settled down. The frightening thing? He was starting to make sense.

“They all said that college was going to be harder. We’re going to fail. We didn’t get the best grades we could. Obviously, we’re not good enough,”

Anxiety and Logic looked on from the sides as the prince and Morality tried to distract Thomas from what Anxiety was saying as they splashed around in the pool.

Logan held his oversized backpack to his chest as he kicked his feet around in the pool. Anxiety had donned a hoodie over his normal attire despite the blistering Florida heat. He was getting stronger every day.

“I think perhaps you are blowing this out of proportion,” Logic said.

Anxiety sighed. “Do you really think that, Logan? I know you see it. Teachers only ever talked about how much harder College is. Do you really have anything to prove them wrong?”

“No. You have a valid point there. I cannot help but think about all the things we should be doing Anxiety. I hate to admit it, but I believe you are right about some things,”

“Then why do you let them push you around, dude? Do you honestly want to keep listening to the sunshine crew over there? They just keep ignoring the obvious,”

“So do you,” Logan pointed out. “but you only ever focus on the negatives,”

“Okay honor roll, you want the facts? We could be studying right now. Getting ahead. We could be inside avoiding sunburn. We could be filling out our financial aid papers. What are we doing? We’re swimming, because that’s what they want to do. If you ask me though, all of that is pointless anyways,”

Logic did a double take. “Pointless? See, this is where you begin to make no sense,”

“Everything is pointless. It’s not like we’re getting anywhere. Yet you and the boy scout over there keep bowing down to the man,”

Logic looked at the clock on the wall by the pool. “It’s time to go home,”

In the present day, Logic slammed the drawer shut. No, he wasn’t going to throw out anything in there. He looked down to see he had taken the Polaroid out of the folder and was still hanging on to it. He couldn’t quite remember doing that, but he tucked it in his back pocket and walked out of the memory files.

Thomas was just beginning to wake up. Morality was in the mindspace kitchen, cheerily making himself some iced coffee.

“Oh, hey there teach! Productive night?” Morality asked, only yawning slightly.

“I suppose,” Logic said.

Prince happily walked into the room, covered in blood spatter.

“That dream made absolutely no sense. It was fabulous!” he announced before going to the sink to wash his hands.

Anxiety entered the room and made a beeline for the fridge.

“What are you doing here?” Prince asked

Anxiety mocked him under his breath as he pulled a yogurt out of the fridge. Logic pulled the Polaroid out of his pocket and looked from the picture to the others. How different they all were! How mature was Patton, how much more fanciful was Roman. and how dark and simplistic was Anxiety.

Yes, Anxiety had grown stronger since high school. Much stronger.

Orientation came, and Anxiety would not shut up.

“There are too many people here. They’re all going to think we’re idiots. We stand out. We don’t know anyone here. You were stupid for not picking a day when your friends came”

He was saying comments like that the entire time. It was getting increasingly difficult to think.

Patton kept getting excited over the size of the campus and anticipating how many new friends they were going to make. Roman was having grand daydreams of being loved and popular, and of getting the lead role in every production the school put on while they were there.

Logic had his hands full keeping them all quiet and on track. He was beginning to feel stressed out of his mind. They just wouldn’t listen. Thomas barely remembered to show up for his appointment with an advisor and finish his financial aid paperwork. Somehow, Patton was so excited about the student ID thing that he actually distracted them from picking it up and they had to wait in an extremely long line.

After the day was up, both Thomas and Logan were exhausted. Anxiety kept lording it over them.

“Man, if you’re this tired now, imagine how tired you’ll be during the actual thing,” Anxiety said, his voice suddenly having a villainous tinge to it

Logic threw his backpack off and flopped down on his bed.

“Go to your own room, Anxiety. We need rest after that,” Logic said, his voice muffled by the blankets.

“No. Staying here and tormenting you is much more fun,”

“Excuse me for over generalizing, but you are the worst friend in existence,”

“Anxiety has no friends,” Anxiety said.

“Patton would have something to say about those lies you are telling,”

“I’m going out to talk to Thomas,”

Anxiety disappeared and Logic was left wondering where he had gone wrong. He slept, for once not knowing what else to do.

Objectively, there was no reason to hang on to this photo. It served no purpose. The memories were still intact with or without it. Memories of a time when Anxiety’s words weren’t quite as heavy, when Morality was still completely a child at heart, when Roman was still learning to think deeply, and when Logic wasn’t quite as serious.

The picture burned itself into his mind. The two smiling faces and the two neutral ones. The young prince, the classic rebel, the big brother, and the school boy. All gone now. Replaced by a different image before Thomas had even met them.

The summer before college started passed in a strange mix of calm and panic. Patton and Roman were obsessed with enjoying what was left of the summer, while Logic was fixated on being prepared and Anxiety was breathing down all their necks about what they were supposedly doing wrong.

Then the first week of classes came. It was nothing like high school. The schedule was different. The teachers were different. It was nothing like any of them had pictured. Not even Anxiety or Logic had imagined any of this.

The others still weren’t listening. They just wouldn’t listen. Already it was the first week and homework was severely piling up. They wouldn’t listen. They just wouldn’t listen. How could he get them to listen? He had to be allowed to organize and plan.

This was no job for a high school student.

The others were busy now. Doing something fun that didn’t require much focus. Logic looked at the picture again. How long had it been since he changed his attitude? How long had he been taking everything literally? It was second nature now. No more laughing at puns. No slacking off or getting overly excited. No hanging out with Anxiety. When had that stopped?

He looked at the picture again. He thought back to their debate. Anxiety thought that Logic hated him. Unfortunately, he knew exactly when that had begun. It was in the drawer. The one that was so unused it had been hard to open.

Logic swung the giant backpack off of his shoulders and shoved it into the closet. There was no need for an oversized backpack anymore. Oversized backpacks were for middle school students. Discarding it was long overdue.

He pulled off his cheap red polo shirt and replaced it with a high end black one. He replaced his cargo khaki pants with professional slacks. His new glasses had thicker rims. He combed his hair out. He put on a neck tie.

When he came out of the memory room the next day, the others all stared at him.

Anxiety looked him up and down. Not only his clothes, but his posture had changed as well. He had turned in his backpack that the others had associated him with for so long and replaced it with a small satchel just big enough for holding papers in. Frankly, if he was human and could walk around campus he would more than likely mistaken for one of the professors.

“I told you to fight the man, not become the man!” Anxiety said in shock.

Logan adjusted his glasses, expertly hiding just how uncomfortable he was in the necktie. “I think it is high time someone grew up around here. This is no longer high school. We cannot afford to go through our life worrying about trivial things and doing whatever we wish,”

“Logan, you don’t look like yourself,” Morality said.

“No Morality. This is who I am now. I am the teacher. Now, we must begin the day,”

Logan went back into the kitchen to find Anxiety sitting on the counter, headphones in, eating yogurt. Logic sighed and followed the strange impulse he found.

He stood with his back to the counter and then lifted himself up with a grunt, placing himself next to Anxiety.

Anxiety pulled his headphones out.

“Since when do you sit on surfaces that aren’t meant to be sat on?”

Logic pulled the Polaroid out of his back pocket.

“Do you remember this?”

Anxiety took the photo from him and looked at it with an expression so bored it was almost insulting.

“Yeah, it was graduation. What about it?”

Logan took the photo back from him.

“I found it last night in the memory archives while cleaning. It was in a drawer I had not opened in over a decade,”

“Man, are you bad at your job or what? You’re the one that’s supposed to go through those things,”

“I believe i was… Sentimental about it,”

“I thought you didn’t believe in feelings, pocket protector,”

Logic let a half smile play on his lips. “You used to call me honor roll, before, as you put it, I ‘became even more square’“

“Yeah, well now you’re pocket protector, pocket protector. But you still suck at your job,”

Logic jumped down from the counter. “Not to over generalize, but you are the worst friend ever,”

Anxiety smirked. “I have no friends,”

“Were Patton here, I do believe he would say something about those lies you are telling,”

Anxiety put his headphones back in. Logic went back to the memory files to replace the photograph. He was done looking back for today.

#roman wrote a thing #sanders sides #thomas sanders #logic sanders #logan sanders #prince sanders #roman sanders #anxiety sanders #patton sanders #morality sanders #fanfic #fan fic #fan fiction #fanfiction #fic #thatsthat24 #logicality #prinxiety #analogical #brotp #bro #platonic ship

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78, 88, 98

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

yes!!! okay so i had a crush on this kid, right, and we’d talked over text a lot and i finally went over to his house one day and we climbed up in his treehouse and he kissed me, and then he like. burst into tears and told he that he was gay, and we had so much in common and he thought i was funny and cool so he figured if he was gonna like a girl it was gonna be me, but then he kissed me and felt nothing and he just like. was literally shattering

and my lil baby heart broke because he was my first real honest crush and that was my first kiss, but he just looked so. sad. so i swallowed it and told him “well good, because you’re a shitty kisser. we should just be friends.”

we sat up in his treehouse and talked for like over 3 hours, just talked, and he was my absolute best friend for the rest of high school and still is to this day.

(this is the friend i was on the phone with the other day)

88. if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?

no. the price you pay for money that comes at the cost of other people’s preventable suffering is miles too high.

98.  everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

yes! i used to have a huge crush on this girl that’s like, literal sunshine personified. she just like walks into a room and the whole world changes color. she’s incredible. sometimes when i’m in a bad mood i just like, remember that i live in the same world that she does and i feel a little bit better, just because like. yeah man. there’s people like her out there

#Anonymous

[blood-sweat-and-sin]

enjoy

I would like everybody to just look at this beautiful boy who happens to be sunshine personified and the light of my dim life

#thank you brian you are a true friend #bts #jhope #jung hoseok #submission