#anyways!!! i hope u like this and have an amazing birthday and year ahead of you!!! 💖

[myork]

sweaty messy hair jungkook for @jung-koook ♡

#bts #btsgif #jungkook #dailybts #jungkooksource #maknaelinegifs #trackofthesoul #mgfs #happy birthday sky !! ♡ #thank you for always being so kind to me and always helping me out <3 ur truly one of the nicest people here and u deserve all the support #and love <3 don’t let anyone tell you otherwise !! 😠 #this is for u i hope u like it 🤡 i made it under an hour because i desperately didnt want the clock to hit 12 but then i realised ur day is #probably already over :/ #anyways ignore how inconsistent and random this is i just wanted to whip up something quick for u wish i had taken out time and made #something more coordinated :/ im sorry:/ but anyways i hope u enjoyed ur day <3 god bless and have an amazing rest of the year ahead <3

[sizhui]

Hi clari I know you likely didn't mean send asks But I wanted to because I got excited to see you on the dash! I hope you've been having a lovely day or that you will have one!!! 🙏 I was thinking about you the other day actuallyand also about all of your amazing work in regards to your art (images and writing and such) I just thought I should mention... uwah. I've got that shnz piece of yours on my mind especially and have been planning on no longer slacking and finishing reading that other novel of yours 😭 but anyways, I hope you'll have good fortune and end up getting that job and that it won't give you a hard time and that things will be easy for you ... sending love

PERCEEEEEE 💕♥️💕♥️💕YOU MADE ME SO HAPPY JUST NOW I also got so excited when I saw u in my notes!!!! I'm very honored that you were thinking about me and that you hold my art in such high regard still! Really, thank you so much your support means the world to me. You're among the people I miss the most on Tumblr and j really wanna be on here more to keep up with you too! I REALLY HOPE YOULL LIKE THE STORY IF YOU KEEP READING IT!!!! Thank you so much for your kind wishes!

How have you been? I just saw that it was your birthday I'm so sad I missed it, I hope you'll have a wonderful year ahead of you with so much joy friends and good health! Love love!

[fucktanner]

here we go, i’m just gonna hope i can make some internet friends.

so,

my name is tanner. i’m a bloke i’m single af and married 😎 i’m based in australia. (and no, homie we cannot tell what happens and who dies because we’re one day ahead of u americans.) i was born on april 2nd , 2008. (omg my birthday is in 11 days .) i’m OBSESSED with olivia rodrigo (if you couldn’t tell already) and jenna ortega. i’m mainly gonna post anything i feel like on here (yes i will do posts abt liv and jenna) anyway, i listen to heaps of music and most of its a combination of rap and pop music. i like to listen to olivia rodrigo, sofaygo, playboi carti, kerser, chillinit, huskii, jack harlow, freewyo, travis scott, don toliver, and heaps more!! i like a few movies. i used to be shyt scared of scary movies and now i can’t get enough of them. like, i watched scream 5 like august/october last year and i loved scary movies after that (and omg scream 6 was amazing) i recently watch scream 6 & scream 1. (the original.) and they’re all really good. i watched scream 6 with my aunty, nan & cousin. when it started i got like, heaps of adrenaline (please don’t think i’m crazy.) i play a few video games. i used to play a whole lot of fortnite. honestly died in me o really can’t get back into that game anymore. i play minecraft. and a lot of car games. i run a jenna page on instagram and soon gonna hopefully start a liv page ♡ my favourite songs rn are: jealousy jealousy by liv, got damn! by faygo, never seen me fall (ft. jean.) by kerser, mama by rudy mancuso, servo by huskii, and kids are growing up by the kid laroi (hopefully he drops wjh soon 😿) i’m currently studying street art, money counts, and forensic science in school. i don’t have many friends anymore, i mean. i talk to some of my old friends from primary school. (which is like 3) i also think thats the main reason i’m antisocial and always in my own world all the time. i’ve always had a small circle of friends. like if i could, i still wouldn’t want a heap of friends. i recently cut someone off (bc they weren’t the most honest and nicest person. they also believed rumours that weren’t true.) which makes my circle even smaller. one of my best friends would be my cousin for the most part. like they’re cool. and i can trust them lol. which it’s usually the opposite with most people. i was in my first relationship from Sunday, October 30th it ended on Saturday 28th if January this year. i won’t lie, i loved her i just personally think i’m better off by myself. that’s all i’ma say, let me know if you have any questions / concerns. :)

#olivia rodrigo #sofaygo #kerser #the kid laroi #jenna ortega #scream #good 4 u #music #introduction #about my life

[jiangwanyin]

for @ethan-hunt | happy birthday keigo!!! 💌

what if all i have is my suffering? my regret? — interview with the vampire

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIEEE I LOVE U #idk what this is but i've been meaning to use this quote for ages n i felt like this was the perfect occasion because you'll appreciate it!! #i'm sorry about the angst 😭 i tried to balance it out though for what it's worth?? #word of honor #wohedit #wen kexing #zhou zishu #wenzhou #* #*shl #i can't believe this is my first time editing them ohmygod what took me so long #anyways!!! i hope u like this and have an amazing birthday and year ahead of you!!! 💖 #i've never done the scene transitioning thing before so i hope it doesn't suck too much 😳 #hope i did the timezone math right too!! #keigo tag

[delusional-mishaps]

in honour of today being my birthday, here's some headcanons how some of my boys would react to it being ur bday 😈😈😈 mostly self indulgent trash but!! That’s what thus blog is for 😋

Arbiter (Undertale Sans):

He sends u a link to a video that you’re lead to believe is some silly “happy birthday!” video he found for you but he totally rick rolls you

He’ll claim that since it’s ur bday you should get a lazy day so he’ll rent a movie old-style and make popcorn and that’s it that’s the day

“fine i guess we can go out and see everyone else if that’s what you really want to do,,,,”

He acts all reluctant but he’s been dropping hints about actually going out. The movie was a ruse!! He had to distract you while your friends set up a surprise party for you!

S ometime during your surprise party someone off-handledly mentions that Arbiter is the one who planned most/all of it

Give your skele a little thank you kiss <33 it’ll get him flushed and who wouldn’t want to see a cute blushing skeleton on their bday?

Toriel probably made u a cake but Arbiter is the one who told her what to make/how to make it. Or if u don’t like cake maybe she,??? Made u smth else??? Whatever it is, Arbiter told her to make it cuz he knows you like it 💀

Special birthday sleepover question mark? Absolutely.

Firefly (Underswap Sans):

“Hello my love I hope you have the best day ever today I love you Happy Birthday see you later” is what you wake up to

Then you’re spammed by Happy Birthday because he found out about the balloons that will appear on his screen when he texts that and he’s amazed

You don’t see him for a good few hours but he’ll text you every so often, wishing you happy birthday again every time, as well as telling you how much he loves you

It’s no surprise he arranged a surprise party for you. I mean, the party was a surprise but you knew him to be the type to do such a thing. Also, the fact it wasn’t much of a surprise cuz his brother accidentally spilled the beans a week in advance. You still didn’t expect how extravagant he made the party.

Breathtaking!!1!! It’s like every teen girl’s dream 16th birthday. In other words, it’s massive and expensive. Why he had to rent out a whole restaurant you’ll never know. But boy it makes you feel special!

There’s a huge table with so many gifts and you think everyone you’ve ever met is somewhere within the building. Of course, he made a big deal out of something so silly, something so otherwise mundane.

He’ll say something cheesy about hoping to see the rest of your birthdays with you, watching you grow old and wrinkly and he reassured you he’d love you no matter how wrinkly you got because he loves you for you and not your looks <333

Sorry I’m feeling sappy rn I had to witnesses my friends displays of love. Anyway he loves you sososoososo much and at the end of the day he wants you to know that <33

Pandora (Outertale Papyrus):

He’ll be with you when you wake up holding a steaming tray with your favourite breakfast foods and/or drinks. He wants to make the most of the day, and the best way is with a nutritional yet yummy breakfast! C’mon now, eat up, you’ve got quite the day ahead of you!

Mf will SPOIL you. Like sugar baby level spoiled. You even GLANCE at anything and he’s getting it for you. He doesn’t care because, “TODAY IS YOUR DAY, MY LOVE! I WANT YOU TO FEEL AND LOOK YOUR BEST!”

He’s a sappy romantic what can I say. He’ll dress you up nice and pretty then take you to some fancy schmancy place just the two of you to enjoy together <33

Expensive restaurant he had to book months in advance? Yea he’s taking you there. Some little novelty shop that caught his eye? Well,,, only if you also want to take a look around,,,

He gets bashful asking for stuff on your birthday because isn’t it your day??? The day dedicated to you???

You’ll have to explain that your birthday isn’t really a holiday, or an extremely special day, it’s just the day you were born however many years ago and that no, you don’t need to treat me especially today, no that’s not how human customs work, no you don’t need to apologize. It’s sweet. He’s cute acting like a doting husband

He’ll still continue to spoil you throughout the day though. If you’re not against it, why not allow him to indulge you?

Of course, he whipped up a cake or other treats, the night before, fully decorated. Probably one of the best things you’ve ever tasted in your entire life. Ever.

Delusion (Error):

“no i dont get your silly little human rituals. no i dont care to partake in them. leave me alone.”

Ok Mr. Grumpy,,, jk he just woke up call him again in like an hour and he’ll pop over to see you. As long as whatever party you were talking about doesn’t have too many people squints at you

In all honesty, he knew about your birthday far in advance and had something special he made for you hidden away for so long so he could give it to you on your special day <33

You can use your imagination for what it was. A personalized gift from them to you. As long as you like it, he’s happy :O) <33

He’d prefer if the day were just spent with you two, but if you have plans, or your friends set something up—well, he can’t really make you not go. He’ll accompany you but will mostly keep his distance from others. They don’t want to crash or get over-stimmed on your birthday. They don’t want you worrying over them. :O)

He’s kinda a sap too. Tbh everyone is but Del especially. He likes to remind you throughout the day that he loves you a lot and that you mean worlds to him. And he admits that sometimes he feels guilty about his phobia and you end up having to comfort him but... What better gift than someone usually so guarded being vulnerable for once, right? It’s kinda cute and sappy and maybe a little bit cheesy but that’s all I know sorry 😋

#i had this to queue at 12:30 pm today but im awake rn so here u hooligans go #jester writes #undertale x reader #undertale scenarios #undertale aus #undertale sans x reader #underswap x reader #underswap sans x reader #underswap #underswap sans #outertale papyrus x reader #outertale x reader #outertale #outertale papyrus #error sans #error #error sans x reader #error x reader #sans x reader #papyrus x reader

[saintobio]

hi saint! i saw some of the previous asks wishing u a happy birthday, so happy birthday! i just wanted to tell you that you're one of the writers that i adore so much on this app. it's been a while since i discovered SN and i'm always anticipating you're update back then specially those times where the bora bora scene happened. i'm still waiting for your update even now, but on SY this time. you're also the reason why i read the remarried empress and i can see what you did there *wink wink*

anyways, here's a munchkin visual. i remember you saying that he looked like seishiro nagi, and here! i colored him the same with gojo's color palette. happy birthday again saint! i wish you the best all year round and have a blast on your birthday celebration! ily! <33

ps. it seems like that i can't attach the image HJSJWKAJAJA BUT IT'S FINE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAINTTTT!! <<<333

@gojocat said

heyyaaa,

I'm probably late but happiest 24th birthday saint! Hope you'll have the bestest day with yourself or with your family! I am wishing you a good health, safety and protection from any harm, a peace of mind and more blessings to come! We readers are looking forward to your future fanfics or more so chapters of "sincerly yours". Please do not rush yourself at updating fics and spend some more time with yourself, I promise to be patient for the future updates of sy. Again happiest birthday! God bless you and your family, I love you and hope that a goodluck will come for you this year <3 (I fucking have a problem at speaking, writing, or typing in english, hope you'll understand :'))

@sanzuchi said

saaaaint !! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUWAHHHH <3

@loudwagonapricotfreak said

Happy birthday honey! From the interactions we've had I can say you're an amazing human being and I love your personality + your work! Thank you for giving us so many amazing stories, I hope you'll have an amazing year ahead!💕

@girlruby23 said

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAINT 💖💖

✨✨Hope all your wishes come true✨✨

@evcrgardn said

happy birthday saint!! 🤍 i’ve been a fan before i started college and now i’m tryna survive it LMAO!! your fics are what i read whenever i have free time or whenever i need to escape from reality so thank you so much for spoiling us here with your talent!! i’m literally so grateful that i found your blog 🥺 ilysm you are my fav writer ever!! i hope you’re having the GREATEST day!! (and yay we’re both capricorns!!) xoxo

@hollowpurpl said

im in pht so idk if im late but yeaaa HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU MISS SAINT ur writing keeps me alive smh thank you for existing and i love you!!!!!

@fushigur-ho said

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAINT<333 have a good one :D

@thatgirlrei said

happy birthday saint i hope u have an amazing day!

FIRST ANON OMG NOOOO I WANTED TO SEE IT 🥺🥺🥺 PLS SEND IT TO ME WHEN I REOPEN MY ASKS PRETTY PLEASEEEE

BUT ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE BDAY WISHES MY LOVELIES AAAAAAA I FEEL SO LOVED <33 i rly appreciate every single one of u :’)

#🖤: letters to saint

[imaginethathaikyuu]

How did I find your blog? I was looking for soft Kuroo content on google. And your soft birthday hc’s for him came up. And that’s also how I found tumblr

What was the first story of yours that I read? That Kuroo piece ^

Roughly, how long have I been following this blog? Well I found that piece shortly after it was posted so…. Around the beginning of December 2019 I think. Got a tumblr a few months later and you were the first person I followed (had you in my bookmarks bar before that! (still have you in my bookmarks bar and when I share my screen in classes there are occasionally questions. I ignore them))

What’s something I’ve noticed about you personality wise? You’re really clever and funny. But you’re also sweet. But because you’re clever you have no hesitation in setting up and enforcing your boundaries, and I really admire that strength and confidence.

Have we ever interacted, either by PM, ask, or in the comments? What was my perception of you? YES!!! PM, SOOOOO many asks, comments, and you sent me an ask. And reblogged it. And I cried. A lot. My perception: you’re lovely and I want to h*ld your h*nd ….please.

What’s my favorite story of yours? Oh how to choose. Firstly, I’m a nb, biracial, bisexual. Honey, I’ve never made a choice in my life. But let’s try here. Anything you’ve written for Tsukki. Literally all of it is gold. Fight me. I was going to write “especially [piece title]” but I LITERALLY CANNOT CHOOSE ONE. Your Bokuto nightmare piece. Your Kuroo angsty fight. Your Tendou dealing with S/O with parents who yell piece. Your Kinktobers. Your Futakuchi and Mattsun pieces. And your Terushima pieces. Ugh. I CANNOT CHOOSE. OH AND YOUR STREAMER KENMA!!!!!! OKay just… all of it. I can’t choose. I tried, and I failed, and I’m willing to admit failure.

What’s a story I’d love to see you write? I don’t want to say this… because it hurts me… but I just KNOW you’d write brilliant angst. Some of my fav pieces of yours are pained beginnings with happy endings. That fight with Tsukki after a bad day at work. The pieces I mentioned above (nightmare pieces and fighting pieces and angsty home life ha.. ha.ha.ha.). That Oikawa one where the reader wakes up in bed without him and thinks he left. You write these gorgeous atmospheres and descriptive, visceral feelings, and if you chose to use it for evil…. You could get evil shit done. You’re SO powerful. So I want to read it… but also…. I don’t. I’d love to see you write ABO like you mentioned a while back or just see you explore a cutesy soulmate AU or something. I think you’d be really good at writing an AU where you hear what the other person’s listening too. I feel like you’d be so good at making me feel something for someone who was in another city. (think this would be cute with Tsukki cos he’s headphones boy, OR terushima because I like the dynamic of someone flirty, who clearly cares about looks, falling for someone he can’t see) ANYWAY….

Favorite pairing you write for?/fav reader insert? Tsukishima x reader. It’s my fav self-ship. (but also Mattsun, Bokuto, Oikawa, Tanaka, and Akaashi because you write them SO WELL!!!!)

Have any of your stories helped me through a hard time? Of course. Your self-harm piece came at a time I needed it. Iwaizumi’s in particular saved my life. But also your Tendou dealing with S/O parents who fight… came right when I needed it. Also starting college… was hard.. And reading and rereading your fluff really pulled me through it.

Have any of your stories hit closer to home? YES (see above).

Do I genuinely like your blog, it’s aesthetic or posts? It’s overall feel? It’s content? Yes. The aesthetic is, ngl, a wee bit basic. But I kinda love that. And the feel? It feels like home. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Your blog is my safe space. So, yes, I love. It’s content? YES. OF COURSE. Your personality probably could have kept me here even if your content was kinda shit, but I follow you RELIGIOUSLY because of your content. So yes. I adore.

Is English my first language? Kinda??? I grew up in a trilingual household so I kinda learned three languages at the same time while growing up. But no, I don’t need to translate it in my head. Because English was one of the three.

Anything I want to share? Yes. Please keep being kind to yourself, caring for your mental health, enforcing your boundaries, loving Akaashi, and just generally being you. You’re so lovely as you are, and I hope you continue grow, but never change. Also I’m sorry about all your work stuff…. It literally makes me feel sick. And I hope you find a job where that’s not tolerated, or that your work finds a better way of protecting it’s employees. I know you know this, but none of it is your fault. I just hope things improve. AND I love you… a lot. And I’m so proud of you hitting 9K and you deserve so many more followers because your pieces are just... GORGEOUS. I can’t wait until I’m at Barnes and Noble in a few years and I can pick up a hardback copy of your debut novel. I’m so excited to say “I knew Em Akaashi (which is your legal name as far as I’m concerned) before she was so popular among the masses.”

so ive been trying to figure out the correct and worthy way to reply to this ask since the moment i got it......because its so fucking sweet and kind and amazing and pure and perfect and i just dont know how to use WORDS to explain the way it makes me feel so.......i will just reply in bullet points in regards to every question u answered to make it a lil easier :D

- the fact that u found my blog on google ....... like this may be odd and a very specific thing but before i made this blog i always hoped that 1 day my fanfic would pop up in google searches bc thats ALWAYS how i found fics when i was reading them religiously and i felt so much ENVY!!!!! LIKE I WANTED TO BE THERE I WANTED MY FICS TO B POPULAR ENOUGH TO POP UP ON GOOGLE.....that may sound very selfish but its true......so thats just very cool to me... :]

- u’ve been here for so long omg 🥺🥺🥺🥺 if anyone in ur classes ever asks jus promo my blog like its nbd 

- thats so sweet what 🥺🥺🥺 i try my best to advocate for myself and be confident for myself.....ive spent far too much of my time being silently uncomfortable because i was afraid of pushing someone’s buttons seeming rude.....but NO MORE!!!! i know what upsets me, i know my triggers, i know what i dislike experiencing, and im never gonna let myself be anxious or uncomfortable for someone else’s sake, esp if theyre being rude 2 me. i would say its less strength and confidence and moreso me attempting to take control of my anxiety in the places i can (aka on the Internet) bc i am SICK OF ANXIETY ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

- BBY no dont CRY!!!! im racking my brain trying to think of who u are i wanna know so bad so i can thank u personally for being the kindest person in the world n so i can send u more asks >:(........MY HAND IS URS TO HOLD!!!!! dont tell akaashi tho 

- OMG my TSUKKI pieces.....hes so hard to write why ;-; thank u so much im so glad u enjoy my works<3333

- NOT ANGST NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!! pained beginnings to happy endings are my specialty.....IMAGINE me writing a sad ending like i CANT!!!!!!!!! ive only done it a few times and it is so Difficult.....YALL ARE SO LUCKY IM NOT EVIL!!!!!! ive had this idea for an angsty akaashi fic that i think about and write in my head every night before falling asleep and it Hurts and i wanna write it but i also can’t make myself :D ABO would be very fun but i genuinely do not know how to explore the concept while making it feel like it’s Written By Me.....u know what i mean? same with soulmate aus, i really dislike writing them because theyre just boring to me like they all feel the same everything’s been done for them.....which is FINE!!! but i write enough cliche stuff as it is HAHA, a long distance type soulmate au could be fun and interesting but ldr’s trigger me bc of a past relationship so </3 but hey maybe someone else could use the idea!!!!!

- gotta love tsukishima <3

- im rlly glad my writing could be there for you friend, one of the biggest reasons i write fanfic (and write the kind of fics i write) is bc i know firsthand how much reading sweet stories abt ur comfort characters can help u through the shittiest times - i just wanna offer ppl some support and happy feelings and love cuz sometimes fanfic is the only time we can find those things (and theres nothing shameful abt that either if anyone bullies u for reading fanfic i will fight them)

- I KNOW MY LAYOUT IS LAZY AND BASIC AS FUCK AND THAT IS BECAUSE I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT LMAOOOO so im glad u think its ok...... like i dont have the patience to create a fancy ass layout that actually works are u KIDDING ME??????? I COULD LITERALLY NEVER plus i kinda like that its just the basic kinda ugly boring default layout like it makes it simple and easy and i feel like it brings focus to the only thing on this blog that i care about which is my writing, i rlly only care about the content here and not aesthetics jdbljdabsdk that blue background will be there til i Die......i adore u more btw 

- WHOA trilingual what the hell ur so cool tell me more 

- you have my word, friend, that i will continue to do all of that so long as you do the same. take care of yourself, be kind to yourself - i know u can do it, ur so kind to others and u deserve to be kind to urself, too so this is the part that genuinely brought me to tears because *sappy dumb shit ahead* ok look ever since i can remember the one and only thing ive wanted to do with my life is become an author ...... dreams of book covers with my name written on them and words in pages written by me and fanart of my characters and going into my local bookstore n seeing my book there....these thoughts all haunt my fucking brain because i want it SO BAD!!!!!!!! so bad that it makes me CRY!!!!!!!! ive never wanted something more and just!!!!!!!!!!!! idk how much u meant that part but holy fuck!!!!!! i hope so bad that one day i can send u a free copy of my book as a thank u for being the person u are. u have all my love friend, every last bit of it <333333333

#ily<3 #long post

[harrystylinslut]

my live in time review of Emerald Fennell’s ‘Promising Young Woman’ (2020)

Promising Young Woman

Dir Emerald Fennell

So hello friends welcome to my reviews. I type my pure, unfiltered (mostly) thoughts about movies. I call it ‘chey watches films’ and I promise it’s going to stop being so serious. 

My first film I decided to do this on is Promising Young Woman since it was a hit at this past Sunday’s Oscars. Which was amazing - btw. So, of course. Spoilers ahead. These were my thoughts as they happened knowing nothing about the story because I don’t watch trailers on purpose. 

“Boys by charli xcx are you fucking kidding me”

“20 seconds in and i already need fucking help this is so funny”

“This club scene im screaming” ~internally~

“This looks like a blast honestly god I miss clubs”

“Her bangs are so cute” - me abt cassie

“This lighting is so fucking sexy”

“Oh my god YES drunk car rides are the fucking worst”

“Wait is she just acting lol”

“Omg he’s gonna roofie her”

“The way she’s not kissing back has me crying” - was actually cry laughing a lil bit 

TW: bedroom scene ewie

“WAIT QUEEN I LOVE HER”

“Omg she’s so hot”

“It’s raining men omg lmao”

“I’m crying at this movie I hate them” - term of endearment

“I want to marry Bo’s character” - sorta 

“Not him being a foot taller than her”

“Laverne Cox is adorable and needs to wear a gold septum always”

“Luv cassie so much and the Make Me Coffee Shop” - very interesting name for a coffee shop

“That waist yes gawd” - showing her braid

“YAY IT’S BO - oh my god I love that shirt”

“Oh my god they even know each other that’s so cute”

“Interesting choice of name for Bo’s character”

“That flirting style…. I love it. Sorta enemies to loving yep” so endearing 

“NOT HIM DRINKING THE COFFEE WITH SPIT IN IT LMAOOOOO FUCK”

“She’s a fucking clown I love her”

“I love this actor” - about the coke scene

“Oh my god jesus fuck he is so cringe”

“Not shoving drugs in her mouth jesus”

“LMAO HIS NAME IS NEIL THIS IS SOOO STUPID NOT THE KISS….NEIL IS AWFUL”

“She’s so intimidating I love it”

“Oh my god this is ME”

“Cassie is so hot”

“Stealin hearts n never saying sorry”

“Ohhh this thunder is very cool”

“The guitar fuck no”

“Not her forgetting her 30th birthday omg”

“Jesus her Mom is annoying”

“Ryan is so hot omg”

“Whew he looks so good”

“Im laughing so hard Bo Burnham is such a talented actor”

“I love this actress ((Carey)) so much”

“Would have been a great doctor she just didnt want it bad enough ,, very relatable”

“Not him saying she looks like his daughter omg but like she can wear some badass heels and not be taller than him thats kinda hot though”

“Oh my god not sex on the counter JESUS SHE IS BOLD”

“She called him lover boy lmao”

“I hate it I hate it I hate that people dont understand people can be triggered by school I hate that kids even have to go through that”

“Omg the social media stalking that’s so funny”

“Ew yeah… I hate seeing awful people happy”

I

“This seems shady”

“Omg yes bitches get drunk”

“Lmao thats right feel BAD”

“Not her saying they want a good girl shut up stop being pretentious”

“People dont just forget that those things happen and it’s so shitty she’s just passing it off OMG GGGGG I HATE it”

II

“Yep she social media stalks everyone and it sucks seeing so many awful people being happy and not being served proper justice”

“Knew it knew what Alexander had done - they allude to it very well”

“Yep drunk at a party”

“The dean didnt take it seriously at all and passed it off as just some little mistake because she was drunk. People dont just shut up. Yes fuck his life up he deserves jail time - that’s so shitty oh my god”

“There can be a different fucking system we can protect people”

“This is a female Deadpool I fucks with it”

“Oh my god Cassie is CRAZY also is the receptionist in on it LMAO”

“Why do they not have a case file? Did they not file a report with the police? What the entire loving fuck why does no one remember anything about this?”

“This is beautifully filmed”

“Awe Ryan is being v sweet”

“Oh my god shes playing her game again WHHHY”

“Ryan is so protective omg that’s lowkey hot though”

“She’s so hot”

“I love this scene”

III

“Omg not his day of reckoning jesus”

“People have been trying to get him arrested for years jesus”

“Oh my god cops are so fucking corrupt this is so gross”

“I love how genuine he is I cant imagine cops that have had to go through that”

“Lmao I can relate to Nina so much I did so much shit to stand up for people I’m a professional hype man tbqh”

“Jesus I wouldnt just fucking move on either”

“Awe omg Ryan is there for her I love him”

“Oh my god they are so adorable my heart breaks for her so much”

“I wanna dance with Bo wtf”

“THE KISS AHHHH WTF”

“Come and fuck my life up PLEASE”

“Oh my god why am I crying lol”

“This family is wild lmao”

“He’s so freaking sweet”

“Love how Cassie isnt actually crazy people just truly are awful”

“Oh my god them flirting they are so freaking adorable I cant do this”

“THERE IS EVIDENCE WHY IS EVERYONE BEING THIS WAY”

“It sucks so fucking much”

“God everyone was so drunk though you cant watch though you need to help”

“I truly think people dont realize how serious it is Im glad this movie will help that”

IIII

“Um loving this orchestra version of Toxic”

“NOT MAX GREENFIELD LMAO”

“Her posing as a stripper so true”

“Hell no yes go girl bully these men”

It got very serious and uncomfortable so I skipped to the part where Max Greenfield’s character enters the room. 

“This reminds me of the Bo Dukes story”

“That’s really how it was - it’s so funny to watch these investigations how awful they are”

“You can just tell he’s lying just tell the truth plEATHE”

“God he loved her so much this hurts”

IIIII

“Max running away oh my god bitch where u going”

“I hope Ryan isnt turned in I dont think she would do that”

“YES ARREST HIS ASS”

“The necklaces Im cryin”

WHEW 100/10 I really loved that movie a lot !!!

ANYWAYS. I will write a more comprehensive review for the blog I wanna start or my podcast - but here it is!

#chey watches filmes #promising young woman #oscars #OSCAR WINNING ACTYALLY #emerald fennell #margot robbie #carey mulligan #alison brie #jennifer coolidge #oscars 2021 #film #cinema #liveblog #bo burnham #the only man to exist #ever #focus features #sundance film festival

[mskathywriteswords]

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Much thanks to @fangirlxwritesx67, @cracksinthewalls​, and @thoughtslikeaminefield for the pre-reading and pom pom shaking. Thank you, @thoughtslikeaminefield for the beautiful banner. You are my hero. 

Happy fucking birthday, @there-must-be-a-lock ! I hope the year ahead is your best yet, that you build unimaginable joy and happiness, and that you grow in amazing and unexpected ways. In the short time I’ve known you, you’ve taught me more than you realize. 

Written for Lou’s Happy Birthday challenge.

Warnings: naked ladies, women with egos, badass women who aren’t afraid of life or sex, and definitely smut. 

“I’m outta here, man. I’m gonna take a week off, party my ass off on a Thai beach. Jane, you should give it a shot,” Sabina said, grabbing the champagne bottle. “Beaches. Letting someone play with your … uh … *whistles*”

Sabina looked Jane up and down, not so subtly, wondering what being with her on a Thai beach would be like.

“I have fun in my own ways,” Jane said, annoyed.

“Ah. Cool. You sharpen your Samurai swords at night?” Sabina walked to the ledge of the building, buckling herself into the line. “Cosplay Catwoman? I’d actually pay to see that. Occasionally you eat gluten at night and feel a little--”

Without another thought and before Sabina could say one more irritating word, Jane pushed her off the ledge. 

“That was fun.”

Of course, Sabina was attached to the line off the helicopter, and they all made their way safely to the compound. Jane tried to keep Sabina from her mind, packing her suitcase and cursing what she’d said. How dare she imply Jane never had fun. She had plenty.

Granted, she’d never been on a Thai beach before, letting someone play with her … well … her anything. 

She did have a pocket of time before her next assignment. Hell, she didn’t even have a next assignment yet. She heard Sabina’s mocking words in her head again. 

Cosplay Catwoman? I’d actually pay to see that.

Jane went to her laptop and had Sabina’s cell number within a few keystrokes. She smirked as she pressed send on the message asking how much Sabina would pay to see the cosplay. Maybe one round-trip ticket to Thailand? 

Two could play at this game, although it wasn’t usually Jane’s style. She got what she needed outside of work, but there was something between them, even in the short time they’d worked together. Maybe they could scratch a mutual itch and be done with it. 

Sabina had been watching TikToks and guzzling caffeine as she sat on the floor at her gate. And laid down at her gate. And straddled the chair at her gate. She’d flirted with the bartender. She didn’t usually show up at the airport this far before a flight (in fact, she usually did a quick sprint to the gate at the last minute), but she was just fucking around at home anyway, so she decided to get there early. She smirked at the incoming text when her phone vibrated in her hands. Yeah, Jane, you know you want to go to Thailand with me, she thought as she typed her reply. She hoped Jane was serious; it gave her something else to think about while waiting for the flight -- all the things she wanted to do with and to her. 

flt @ 1900 - u show up, I buy

It was five PM, and Jane would normally start packing a few days before leaving for an international trip. 

Fuck it, she thought. She grabbed a backpack, a few pairs of underwear, some day clothes, her passport, then packed a toothbrush and toiletries. The rest she could figure out when she got there. 

The cab took forever to arrive, but Jane was at the airport faster than she thought she could be. She made her way to security and smiled when she saw Sabina sitting across the arms of a chair, laughing at something on her phone. 

There was something so charming, so attractive about the way Sabina was free with her emotions and body. Jane envied that. She’d never felt comfortable inside her own body for very long, and envied the way Sabina didn’t just tolerate being someone else, she embraced every part of it. She could be in a dress with heels one moment, and fighting to take down terrible men the next, morphing through the different personas and physical differences with ease.

Sabina took note of the polished toes wiggling in their flip flops in front of her, and looked up. 

“You’re not dressed for Thailand at all,” Sabina said, laughing as she stood up and took Jane’s hand in hers. The soft warmth was part of what Sabina loved so much about holding hands with a woman. She got distracted, thinking about other soft, warm things she loved about women.

Jane just looked down at her clothes and shrugged.

Sabina smirked. “Doesn’t matter, clothes aren’t a big part of my plans for the week.”

The women boarded the plane and, after over 24 hours including three stops of flying, and an hour long taxi ride, were not at their best. Well, Sabina was fine, Jane felt like she’d been run over by a truck. 

“How are you upright?” Jane asked, one eye closed and half-asleep.

Sabina shrugged. “Excitement, I guess.”

Jane leaned on Sabina’s clear knowledge of the area to guide them to their hotel. It helped that Sabina was fluent, and the closer they got to the hotel, the more people recognized her. There were fist bumps and head nods left and right. Jane felt a little bit on display with Sabina; Jane always wanted to blend in, and Sabina never wanted to stop standing out.

Thailand was like a second home for Sabina. She had her friends, some of her chosen family was on the island. She couldn’t wait to see her pups and splash in the ocean. Everything else melted away when she was there. She high-fived and hugged her way from the airport to the little house she owned.

“Should I ask how many women you’ve brought here?” Jane asked once they were behind the closed door of the bungalow, right over the water. 

Sabina shrugged and opened the back door, allowing the breeze to wash over them. Sex wasn’t always about love for her, and she saw no problems with that. She never misled women, or promised them things she wasn’t prepared to give. She suddenly realized as she touched her arm that she was filthy. She forgot just how miserable and grubby the long flight was when she didn’t fly first class, where she had plenty of room to sit and space to freshen up.

“I could use a good shower. You in?”

Jane looked at her shoes, covered in dust, and realized she felt the same way all over: dust, sweat, airplane. She tilted her head and answered Sabina by pulling her shirt off, walking toward what she hoped was the bathroom.

Sabina jumped and clapped once, stripping her clothes off much faster, and the two of them met again under the warm spray of water. 

“This is amazing,” Jane said, turning to let her hair fall back in the water and closing her eyes.

“You have no idea…” 

Jane popped an eye open and saw Sabina watching her. Her first instinct was to withdraw, pull in on herself and hide. She was exhausted and unsure of herself, an unfamiliar feeling. Instead, she laughed and went back to washing her hair. She wanted to enjoy the week as much as she could. She was trying something different, she reminded herself. 

“Tomorrow we can kayak,” Sabina said, wrapping her lips around Jane’s nipple. “Go hiking.” She moved her hand up to pull at the other; not hard, just enough. “Whatever we want.”

Sabina’s hand drifted over Jane’s body, down to the apex of her thighs, and she let the tips of her fingertips flutter over the thin skin there.

“We can order room service. Well, not really room service, but I know this guy…”

Before she could say more, Jane covered Sabina’s mouth with her own, pushing into her hard. It had been too long since she’d been naked with someone, and she really wanted to get clean and then find a flat surface to get lost in each other. 

Jane knew her first orgasm was going to be hard and fast as Sabina finally moved her fingers past the surface and pushed two inside of her. It had been so long, and she felt so good, getting wet and slippery with Sabina, all sexy confidence, swagger, and smirks, fuck.

Just as Sabina had imagined, Jane came almost silently. 

“We’re gonna work on that,” Sabina said quietly over the spray of the water. She couldn’t wait to see just how loud she could get Jane. The idea of spending hours naked, keeping Jane right on that cusp, fueled her and helped keep her wide awake.

Jane was exhausted, in every sense of the word. She wanted to keep going, to take her time and explore all the parts of Sabina she could find, but her body had other plans. 

Sabina was nothing if not observant. When the women had soaped up and rinsed, she turned the water off. In an uncharacteristically soft moment, she wrapped a towel around herself, then dried Jane off. 

“Come on,” she said with a smile, leading Jane to the huge bed. The four-poster bed had gauzy white curtains surrounding it, and Jane had probably never looked forward to a bed more, she realized as she flopped down.

She curled in and snuggled under the comforter even though it was a million degrees outside. Sabina smirked as she watched her fall asleep, then heard her start to softly snore. There were a few texts she needed to send, but Sabina curled behind Jane soon after. 

In the morning, Jane woke up tangled in blankets and Sabina. Jane’s long legs rubbed together, Sabina’s hands roaming everywhere they could reach.

“Good morning,” Jane said, finally making eye contact. 

“It’s about to be.”

Sabina’s voice was velvet gravel, deep and full of all the same lush longing Jane felt. Jane’s whole body felt heavy as she rolled and straddled Sabina. 

“Yeah?”

Sabina sat up, jostling and shifting both of them.

“Yeah.”

Jane was slightly stunned as Sabina put her hands on either side of Jane’s face and leaned in slowly. Jane had anticipated a week of fast, focused fucking. This was tender and soft, as Sabina’s mouth kissed around hers and plucked at her lips. Jane’s instinct was to take over and steer things to the point. She didn’t need this fluffy stuff.

She was pulled out of those thoughts as she felt Sabina’s tongue against hers, the soft exhale of both of them together. Everything was warm and tingly as their bodies pressed against each other. Suddenly, Jane needed to get closer. She leaned forward, then slid off Sabina and rolled, pulling her down on top of her. There was this thing women did, Jane had noticed, where they held themselves up in a different way than men above her. She didn’t want any of that, and although Sabina was tiny, she pulled her down against her. Their legs tangled, she needed the weight, the connection. 

Jane realized she’d been avoiding looking at her, really looking at Sabina’s eyes and letting her in. There was something vulnerable to her about that eye contact, she let people in deliberately, not recklessly. She hadn’t done the mental math on Sabina yet, wasn’t sure she wanted to go there.

Before she could give too much thought to it, Sabina had nestled in and was pushing against her. Jane moved her legs apart, welcoming in Sabina’s thigh, and pushed up against it. She needed that friction, that motion, hitting just the right spot. 

“Yeah?” Sabina breathed. 

Her eyes went so wide and child-like when she got excited about something, and it almost made Jane laugh. Surely this wasn’t a new experience for her, but there was a thrill at finding a spot of pleasure.

Jane went with it, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. 

“Just like that.”

It didn’t take long before she was swearing, sweating, coming, grabbing at Sabina’s back (she was definitely going to leave a few marks), the sheets, anything she could reach. Still, the need only built instead of diminished. She tugged at Sabina, pulling her up until she was where Jane wanted. They exchanged a quick smirk before Jane’s mouth was busy, Sabina’s eyes closed. 

Jane pushed up, mouth against flesh as she watched the way Sabina’s whole body reacted to her tongue flicking across Sabina with exacting precision. Jane didn’t waste time and Sabina didn’t hold back, pushing her body against Jane’s mouth as she made more noise than Jane had ever made naked in her life. Sabina’s hands went into Jane’s hair, guiding and squeezing, pulling, demanding.

“Oh fuck.” 

Jane shifted her body, seeking friction as she watched and felt Sabina coming. Jane moved a hand up, fingertips pulling at Sabina’s nipple, wondering how many orgasms she could coax out of the other woman from this angle. 

The number turned out to be three, before Sabina’s thighs were trembling.

“Honestly, we could do this all day. Fuck kayaking.” Sabina said, reaching down to run her fingers through the start of Jane’s hair. “But I’m not going to be able to hold myself up much longer and I don’t particularly want to suffocate you.” 

Every bone in Sabina’s body felt like jelly, and she lost all confidence in her ability to hold herself up, even with the help of the bed. She moved, slinking down Jane’s body with as much contact as possible, and rolled to her back, The two of them laid side-by-side, catching their breath and letting the moment soak in. Jane could hear the ocean and was suddenly reminded that she’d left her life behind for a week, on a whim. She laughed, rolling to her side to look at Sabina. 

“I’m starving.”

Sabina smirked and lifted her eyebrows. 

“No, like, for real food.”

“Oh, well, I had some breakfast brought over earlier,” Sabina said, half shrugging.

Jane sat up. “What? How?” 

“I have friends here.” 

They got out of bed and neither bothered with clothes as they walked into the other room. There was a giant spread of food -- “breakfast” didn’t seem to really cover it. 

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so… “ Sabina said, shoving a piece of bacon in her mouth.

After they’d filled their plates, they climbed back into bed and planned the day ahead. They decided to go on a hike and swim in a waterfall, even though neither had brought proper hiking boots. Jane was glad she’d packed her favorite bikini, but not nearly as glad as Sabina. 

“Stop,” Sabina said. “You can’t just… you have to wear something over that, yeah? How do you expect me to keep my mind on anything but you, naked?”

Jane laughed. She knew she was beautiful, but the common connection between them went beyond that. She hoped Sabina felt it, too.

Outside, there was a car waiting, driver and all. And several dogs.

“How is there… Who?”

Sabina managed the dogs jumping on her, petting them and giving them love. “That’s Arthit. You met him yesterday, but you were pretty tired. And these are my babies.”

Jane bent down to pet as many dogs as she could, while trying to not get knocked over. Sabina stood up and stretched in the sun briefly, then motioned for Jane to get in the car. The drive was full of distraction - the area around them was stunningly beautiful, and Jane found the way Sabina looked at her, the small touches they shared, intoxicating to the point of dizziness. 

It was a relief to be out of the car, even if the humidity made the air more like chewing than breathing. 

Jane had no idea what was ahead of her for the week, but as she watched Sabina speed ahead on the trail toward the water, tossing clothes off as she went, she knew it would be fun.

#charlies angels fanfic #sabina x jane #missing scene from the movie #I sent them to Thailand #f/f #f/f fanfic #wlw

[smittenwithlouis]

Happy Birthday, Emma! 💓 @lads-laddylads Thank you @pupperlouis for this cute af drawing! 🤟🏼 Okay, so where do I start? I always say I’ll make these little birthday posts short and sweet but they always end up being long and emo af. I’ll try again this year but I make no promises. Firstly, I just want to wish my little croissant the happiest birthday ever! I’m proud that you won’t open my gift early so I won’t mention anything to not ruin the surprise but at least you enjoyed the 1D duck taped box it came in hehe. So look at us! Another year and we’re still closer than ever. On the internet, a year of friendship is like 10 years irl so yay! lmao. Gosh, I genuinely don’t remember what I did before I ever talked to you? My life was probably deprived of true joy :/ Seriously though I’m always forever thankful for your friendship and of always having some to laugh, discuss, and argue wiff rip. You’re extremely bright and a total sweetheart and I just wished more people were aware of just how amazing you truly are. Thank you for always being a great friend whos ALWAYS teaching me something new. Whether it be some random facts or educating my dumbass with anything political. Even tho you’re such a fucking brat and I can’t believe I always have to yell at you for going out alone at night 😒 it always amazes me how sharp-witted and hilarious you are. I think that’s why I enjoy your long audio messages no matter what topic you cover. I always look forward to talking to you and I’m just honored we got to be friends in this lifetime. (I truly think we’re unintentional twins hehe) 💞 Ew this got too sappy too fast so ima move on :/ This year we’ve bonded over a bunch of angsty af TV shows and Idk why because we’re always so emo about them afterward but it’s always fun commenting and sharing our thoughts about it. I think the funnest part of about us watching (or attempting to watch) the shows at the same time is that it always ends up being a complete and total Shit show. I’m always behind, and you somehow ALWAYS end up being ahead…totally unfair. Btw much like your birthday card (you’ll see when you open it) this essay has no structure and is all over the place so DEAL WITH IT. Moving along, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank u for always reccing me some gud fics ESPECIALLY when they’re weirdo fics :/ and I know you hate that I take forever to read them but I honestly do appreciate it tremendously. Anyways I guess I’ve made this long enough. I’d just like to quickly say how much I LOV U! You’re truly someone I hold very dearly and close to my heart. I can’t wait to finally meet you irl next month so we can go on an adventure and I can force you to eat a bunch of yummy food you think is nasty :/ At least the universe was by your side this year and gave you your birthday on nacho day. SO ENJOY IT! 🤪 FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, BOO! 🥐 DON’T FORGET YOU’RE A 🌟 Love you to the moon and back 👽🌙 P.S. Hope you enjoy this drawing of you, Lou, and the deem 😼 Xx.

#EVERYONE GO WISH EMMA A HAPPY BIRTHDAY! #ENJOY NACHO DAY! #love u boo #lads-laddylads #emma #louiss #ltfa

[theawkwardterrier]

things left behind and the things that are ahead, ch. 7

AO3 link here

One thing Steve lost fairly quickly from his days of military and later Avenging service: he doesn’t feel the need to be up as soon as morning comes. Most days he has to anyway - there are squabbles to be adjudicated or classes to attend or school drop offs to take care of - and he doesn’t technically need a lot of sleep, but on a weekend, he likes to take the opportunity to just stay in bed.

It’s 5:24 on Sunday morning and he is up and at the bedroom door before he realizes exactly why. When the crashing sound from the kitchen below does register fully, he stops with a hand on the doorknob, sighs, and climbs back under the light summer blanket he switched to last week.

“I thought you had made it clear that you were looking for a very simple celebration of Father’s Day,” Peggy says, rolling to face him. He forgets, sometimes, how lucky he is to get to see her with her hair mussed, to hear her voice with the hoarseness of waking, and the forgetting is lucky in its own way too.

Steve says, “I guess maybe they thought I was joking,” already imagining the collection of dreadful ties and the half completed washing of his car that he is surely going to be faced with later.

(He can’t wait for the cards, though. The kids make them by hand for birthdays and holidays, and he’s kept every one he’s ever received.)

Peggy yawns and shuts her eyes again, even as there’s a sound from downstairs that is most likely one of their plates being clapped between two hands before it falls to the kitchen linoleum. (There’s a reason that their china is locked away in the dining room hutch.) “At least it’s Emma who’s put herself in charge of your surprise breakfast.”

He makes an affirming noise. “Nice of the rest of them not to make me smile through another year of oversalted eggs and burned toast.” All of the kids can cook, or at least have age-appropriate kitchen skills, but some of them are better at it than others.

“More likely they didn’t want to get up this early,” Peggy points out, eyes still closed although she's clearly not going back to sleep. Steve pokes her with his toes, despite the fact that she’s right.

"Should we go down and supervise if there’s cooking going on?" he asks as the scent of cinnamon and melting butter starts to waft upstairs a few minutes later.

"It's meant to be a surprise for you."

"Okay, so I can't go down, but someone can."

"I certainly hope you aren't suggesting that I do it."

"I supervised Mother's Day breakfast preparation."

"Yes, well, we all make our own choices, Steve," she says frankly. "You have the nose of a bloodhound for burning, and you know how capable Emma is in the kitchen. She'll be fine. And you needn’t be so nervous about it: you spent your youth dodging streetcars by a hairsbreadth and getting into alley fights, and you survived."

"I don't know that I want any of them taking my example."

She slides over toward him. The sheets, still fresh from yesterday, make crisp sounds around her as she nestles on her side against his body. "It's too late for that," she says. "They've inherited something by osmosis, I'm afraid. Though you're a fairly good example now."

"Yeah?" and even he is surprised to hear the vulnerability in his voice.

Peggy shifts back enough to look him squarely in the face. "I'm certainly proud to have you as the father of my children," she says. "And I couldn't ask for a better partner."

The sun is just brightening the curtains. Despite the bare sunlight and the still cool morning, the fan is turning above their bed. Steve lies on his back watching it as he says, “It’s harder than I thought it would be. I wonder if I’m doing or saying the right thing. I wonder if we’re making the right decisions.”

She doesn’t force him to look at her, instead pressing her lips to his shoulder, resting silently against the white cotton undershirt he wears (he has no patience for button-up pajama tops). Finally she says, “I suspect you will always wonder. Unlike so very much in your life, there is no way to tell how things will turn out with them, no informed prediction you can make about your choices. In this, you are working just as directionlessly as everyone else.”

“Any advice?” he asks, a bit plaintively, although he knows that they have precisely the same amount of parenting experience. She laughs.

“Keep on, my darling,” she says, eyes crinkled in sleepy fondness and with the lines that no longer entirely go away. He turns over toward her, cupping her cheek in one hand and kissing her mouth gently as the sunlight continues to brighten their bedroom. He doesn’t pull away until they hear the sound of small footsteps, slower and more burdened than usual, making their way up the stairs.

“You’re still terrible at undercover work,” Peggy says from the corner of her mouth, the footsteps growing closer as they feign sleep.

“I’m only trying to fool a ten-year-old,” he says indignantly.

“Best of luck,” she mutters, eye closing fully as their door opens and Emma bounds in as much as she can while weighed down.

“What’s this?” Steve asks, realizing belatedly that with his sky-high eyebrows exaggerating his surprised question, he’s forgotten to appear sleepy. Emma doesn’t seem to notice, indicating with excited bobs of her chin that he should sit up against the headboard. Once he’s obeyed, she rests the tray (the one Steve usually uses to carry soup when someone’s sick in bed) on his lap.

She settles herself at the foot of the bed and sings out, “Happy Father’s Day!” Her fingers fly over the words, a grin apparent on her face.

“Thanks, Em.” He takes a bite of the omelette - impressively turned over and cooked through, although overstuffed with practically the entire contents of a vegetable garden, as Steve’s well-known for eating nearly anything - still chewing as he sets down his fork and asks, “Did you make all this yourself?”

“Yes,” she says, nodding her head vigorously along with her hand. “Everyone else - I tried to wake them up, but they were all too tired.” She pouts as she adds, “Rosie promised she would get up - then she was asleep again!”

“You did a wonderful job - and all alone,” Peggy praises, levering herself up and breaking off a bit of the fresh cinnamon scone that rests on its own little plate. “Delicious,” she declares, then, moving her eyebrows teasingly, “but where are the c-u-r-r-a-n-t-s?” (They’ve never found an exact sign for the word, and Peggy likes being precise.)

Emma sticks out her tongue. She and Steve have an excellent oatmeal cookie recipe that she refuses to add raisins to, and she’s long declined to care about what her mother declares the “proper” preparation of scones.

“Dad likes good food,” she says primly, and Steve’s shoulder shake with laughter.

“Don’t encourage her!” Peggy says, the broadness of her gestures belying the words. “This campaign against dried fruit - it must stop.”

“Where did the flower come from?” Steve asks quickly. At the corner of the tray, their smallest and most narrow vase holds a single yellow-centered daffodil, its white petals fluttering a bit in the breeze from the fan.

“I picked it from the garden.” She points to the bottom. “Look - I put in water to take care of it, like you taught me.”

“Just like you taught her,” Peggy says aloud, and Steve ducks his head.

When he is able to look up again, he says, “This is amazing, Emma,” the words wide and effusive. He motions for her to lean forward, and adds with furtive movements close to his body, hands like a secret, “I think this might be my best present this year.”

“Wait,” she says, her hands whispering too. “You haven’t seen the tie Drea and Nate got for you.” She breaks into laughter, and Steve, helpless, follows her.

More chapters here

#Steggy #Steggy fic #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #things left behind fic #heads up: this is a Father's Day fic

[girlbookwrm]

MEMECEPTION:

THE MIGHTY PRE-ENDGAME REWATCH CONTINUES

happy galentine’s day. we did this, like, a week ago for The Roommate ( @goteamwin ) ‘s birthday and i just took f o r e v e r to type it up sorry

in my defense, it’s hard to meme-efy a movie that’s already extremely meme-eful. Hence, memeception. although tbqh if Guardians of the Galaxy is giving me trouble because it’s already making fun of itself, I don’t know WHAT I’m going to do with Thor: Ragnarok. Remember when GotG was the memiest Marvel movie? We were so young.

It is important to me that y’all know that because of cacw, whenever The Roommate and I see any kind of... title page? whatever? We bellow the word at top volume even if the font ISN’T inexplicably filling the entire screen. 

and so, I say to thee:

E A R T H ! ! ! 1 9 8 8 ! ! ! ! !

stealth reagan in the background to let you know it’s the 80s in case you were confused.

In What Sense is he like his father At All???

Honestly, to anyone who was surprised at Starlord’s actions in IW, they set up his tragic flaw right here. it’s page one. i don’t know why u were surprised.

B- grandfathering, but extra credit for difficult circumstances. u tried

Day Whatever, I Still Miss The Old Marvel Logo.

26 Y E A R S L A T E R

so, 2014 confirmed, for all the other timeline enthusiasts out there.

This is. The WEIRDEST gadget.

why is it like this

what is it doing

and how

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

I love this scene because up until this point it could be literally any other marvel movie and then 

BOOM

it’s GotG, bitch. get ready to Have Some Fun.

also it pretty firmly establishes that Peter Quill is our protagonist, but he is No One’s Hero.

there are giant fucking eels here? what the fuck? what HAPPENED to this place???

stop trying to make star-lord happen, it’s never going to happen.

i have questions. 

specifically about Ronan’s whole. everything.

Is he literally sleeping in the blood of his enemies?

is it necessary to have all these people help him get dressed?

what is up with this Immortan Joe Esque powder tossing business

what sorry sucker gets to put THAT on their Kree Resume

“Ronan’s Makeup Artist”

seriously

what is his fucking deal. how did he get the name “accuser” and will Captain Marvel give us these answers?

anyway, moving on.

POOTER!

people DO NOT call you star-lord

Gamora is a real #Icon in this whole scene.

SUPERHERO LANDING!

love that Rocket’s entire plan is to put criminals in a literal bag

and that it’s foiled because Groot doesn’t get gender.

also, John C Reilly has some of the best lines in this movie and I think he deserves more recognition for that.

“I am Groot.” “That’s gonna wear real thin real fast”

WEIRDLY NO??? srsly how did they prevent that from getting old fast?

Me: was it witchcraft?

The Roommate: No, it’s just Groot.

can we appreciate that Gamora is One Of Us? like. She’s into that.

if you don’t know what I’m talking about i am not going to explain it

Don’t Worry About It.

the moment we all went ho lee FUCK ANDY DWYER??? YOU GOT RIPPED MY DUDE YOU GOT FUCKING HUGE

oh no they gave me feelings about Rocket

the real hero of this movie is that prison lady and her telenovela

good job drax u found ur light

Rocket’s Bedhead is An Entire Mood.

how can Thanos take you seriously with all that shit on your face you look ridiculous.

“my favorite daughter” DUDE NEBULA IS R I G H T. T H E R E.

 Rocket’s UGH face is also An Entire Mood

i love how the others are like. wanting to get out. but Drax just joins in for shits and giggles? like? he’s having a good time? wholesome.

“Oh. yeah.” Rocket is maybe explosion-sexual. which. ok yeah mood there as well.

I will never tire of the fact that the prison uniform prints their rap sheets on their legs and Quill’s is the shortest

like, it’s even shorter than Rocket’s. And let’s remember that Rocket is definitely less than 20 years old since he’s A Raccoon.

Rocket just casually putting bombs together just to have something to do with his hands.

Let’s pull this apart: No one is phased by the Jackson Pollack reference. They seem to know exactly what Quill is talking about.

Jackson Pollack is an alien. CONFIRMED.

oh hey it’s a dark elf

GROOT: CINNAMON ROLL, 2 GOOD FOR THIS WORLD 2 PÜR

“he killed my parents in front of me.” I mean. kkkkkkinda

The Gal Pal, who teaches English Language Learners: “Sticks up their butts” is actually a prime example of the ELL struggle and why English is hard to learn

Rocket one drink in is sad AND angry

oh yeah? how many friends do YOU have, petey boy?

We firmly believe that the Collector kept them waiting so he could do his hair. He truly is the Grandmaster’s brother.

oh hey it’s exposition time

wait is that the planet we were on earlier? is the power stone why it’s Like That? did they just leave the power stone there after it did that? it’s the reality stone all over again honestly what the fuck

whAT DO YOU STILL HAVE IT FORRR?????

seriously. “the accuser” is a hell of a name.

aw drax. don’t you hate when you realize that someone means more to you than you do to them.

it’s like bumper cars but there’s a winner!

spinal fluid is an extra gross way to drown

omg it’s the frog all over again SHE’S EVEN GREEN

Quill’s eyes here are red and that feels right but also I HATE IT

everyone thinks they’re Groot’s dad, when in fact Groot is everyone’s dad.

This whole argument/discussion scene is Solid Gold

12% of a plan

IT’S REAL

Rocket understanding everything Groot says

basically Rocket tbh

“To Give A Shit”

The Roommate: I feel like this is when Quill becomes Quill instead of the superhero Andy Dwyer imagined. 

wait did they say sakaaran???

freaking Glenn Close wth man

Random Extra #2056 has amazing hair and she knows it

Drax is having too much fun

Honestly I’m typing this up and in my notes it just says “And This Happened” and even I don’t know what I mean there

Honestly, they had to kill Yondu. He’s too powerful. Thanos wouldn’t have stood a chance

“Star-Lord” oh my god it’s happening.

the way peter slides around in this movie -- does he have ball bearings in his ass or what?

Groot’s Smile. TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD TOO PURE

“YOU STAND ACCUSED” OF? WHAT??

Bucky and Nebula would really get along. I hope they get to meet some day.

More Questions About Ronan “””THE ACCUSER??”””

did he spend the last few hours just like

“ugh he WAS familiar”

“where the FUCK do I know him from ugh ugh ugh”

“OH RIGHT! I DID KILL HIS FAMILY!”

“Their screams were pitiful”

“I should tell him that.”

WE! ARE! GROOT!

Did they not evacuate the city? wasn’t that a thing?

EYYYY THEY SAID THE NAME OF THE THING

oh buddy you need like. all the skin cream.

Gamora = Peter’s Mom?? REALLY? YOU JUST WENT AHEAD AND MADE THAT SUBTEXT... TEXT. ALRIGHT. YOU WENT THERE. OK.

So is Ronan... not mortal???

like, he says 

Anyway.

How much time has passed between the battle and this end scene? coupla weeks? months? What are we thinking? I need to know for timeline reasons.

#the mighty pre endgame rewatch #guardians of the galaxy

[rorypcarson]

it’s hope??? again??? yes u read that right here’s my son rory love us this blog is so new so nothing will be in the tags i hate everything lmao anyway like this or message me to plot ily bye

triggers: car crash, drunk driving, stroke, abortion, death, depression ( mention )

╰☆╮ DACRE MONTGOMERY ─ RORY PEARSON identifies as CISMALE and uses HE/HIM pronouns. they’re a YOUTUBER/MUSICIAN, and they’re only TWENTY-TWO ! they’re said to be +CANDID, but also -DESPONDENT. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE ACCIDENTAL BILLIONAIRE in the tabloids. ( kendall schmidt, logan henderson )

did i use two btr bois as his vc??? u bet ur ass i did & i have no regrets ok anyway on to my son 

background: 

rory pearson was born and raised in fairhope, alabama.  his parents were teenagers when they had him and lived with his grandma scarlett.  his mom jean marie was ousted by her parents when she told them she was pregnant and his dad’s mom took her in with open arms.  

of course his grandma wasn’t going to let them live in the same room in her house without being married, especially with her grandbaby on the way.  so after talking with them, and his parents agreeing, they went to the courthouse and got married three months before rory came into the world.  

rory was born on april 20th, 1996 and he was without a name for six days.  his parents couldn’t decide so they named him rory wyatt vincent pearson.  he was always told that since his parents couldn’t decide on naming him after jean marie’s grandfather or greyson’s father, they picked a third name and gave him both of their names for middle names.  

when rory was two and a half years old ( not really half, it was june ?? ) his parents graduated high school and went out for a party.  unfortunately their designated driver wasn’t so sober and the group of four recent graduates crashed into another car.  

his father was in the passenger’s seat and died on impact, his mother was pronounced dead in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.  

scarlett legally adopted rory after that and raised him.  she always told him stories of his parents, but avoided telling him anything about what happened to them for as long as she could.  

he was ten years old when he saw the memorial and recognized his parents from their yearbook photos and came home asking about it.  

honestly this is jumping ahead a bit but rory didn’t learn to drive until he was twenty years old.  and even now, esp now, since he lives in nyc he doesn’t drive often. 

okay when he was seventeen years old he met bethany in an airport.  he was on his way to a college interview on a connecting flight that got cancelled due to weather conditions.  they were both sitting in the same terminal so they got to talking and !!! hit it off

bro legit asked her out 5 seconds after their flights were announced to be back on

“hi yeah we just met but we’ve got two hours before your flight leaves so wanna go grab some food with me???” 

and the rest was legit history

he can remember every moment of their conversation and first date like it was yesterday. oh my god he was SO IN LOVE 

the human embodiment of the hearteyes emoji

and so the pair stayed in touch and went on a couple more dates and the boy was so gd smitten that grandma scarlett took his phone during one of their phone calls and was like “darlin if you don’t fly down here to meet me i’m going to think my grandbaby is just talking to a complete stranger on here.” 

and then bethany flew down and met scarlett and she was so excited because !!!! her grandson had a girlfriend !!!! 

grandma scarlett was the biggest supporter of anything rory did in life oh my GOD 

at his graduation it was just grandma scarlett in the crowd for him but boy did it sound like the whole crowd was cheering for him when his name was called 

anyway flash forward to he’s in college and he’s moved away to be closer to bethany.  which should not have affected his life but when he was looking at colleges fr fr after acceptances the boy chose one closer to his girl

we love a softie ok 

anyway on bethany’s 19th birthday he took her to an airport and was surprising her with a trip to disney that he’s been saving up for for MONTHS !!!! 

and at the airport he was like all jittery and nervous bc in his pocket he had an engagement ring but he did his bEST to hide it all from beth bc surprises 

not that he planned the whole thing ( he did ) but it just so happened they were in the same restaurant waiting for their flight as their first date way back when

and in the middle of dessert, the waiters singing happy birthday this boy attempts to be sly and gets down on one knee.  but didnt realize there would be someone coming up behind him to keep up the singing and he ..... kinda caused a mini avalanche of people

and he apologized and is like still on one knee and now he’s looking at bethany with a BRIGHT RED face and he had had this whole speech worked out in his mind ok but all that comes out is, “i love you, please marry me?” in like an awkward stutter because he just TOOK OUT AN ENTIRE WAITSTAFF 

somehow bethany said yes ??? and they’re engaged ??? 

oh and someone got the whole thing on camera and like that happened 

the video skyrocketed to the most viewed video entitled “i witnessed an awkward proposal???? and she still said yes?????” 

which is also lowkey how he started his youtube channel ?? 

“hi yes it’s me the guy who proposed to an olympic athlete while taking out a whole waitstaff?? i dont know why she said yes either but i love her??”

and for a long time it was mainly vlogs of him and beth and him and his friends 

okay so fast forward and rory’s graduated college with a degree in history education bc he wants to be a teacher and he’s got to fly back to alabama and miss his graduation because he got a phone call and grandma scarlett had a stroke

so the boy is freaking out but it’s fine !!! grandma goes home and he winds up staying down and now he’s trying to figure out how to be with beth, find a job in ny, but also take care of his grandma 

for a while he toys with the idea of moving grandma up to new york and helping her find a place.  so he goes back to new york to talk to beth about it and he’s freaking out and he gets home and she tells him she’s pregnant

of course he never expected to be like 20 and having a baby but ??? whatever.  now he’s freaking out because his grandma is not doing good and he’s worried about her and now he’s got to figure out what to do with a BABY ???

and bethany then tells him she wants to get an abortion and rory’s already stressed and so he flips bc of emotions and they get into a huge fight and it just winds up with him leaving and heading back to alabama and bethany in their apartment  

so rory goes home to alabama and he keeps getting notifications on social media about bethany so he just shuts his phone off and i’m talking like he goes days without touching his cell phone.  he takes a hiatus from youtube because he’s freaking out and 

two months after he’s home he seemed like scarlett was doing better so he took her to a party in town to see some of her friends and at the party scarlett had another stroke.  

she died six days later, never waking up from the medically induced coma they put her in.  

flash forward a couple more weeks after he’s working with lawyers for his grandma’s estate and rest assured scarlett pearson had nothing but her house, her garden, and her beat up corvette that her deceased husband wyatt bought her for their anniversary one year

so its a shocker to find out that scarlett pearson was worth 43.7 billion dollars 

and now that money all goes to rory because he’s her only living heir ???

so rory gets this BOATLOAD of money and the local newspaper picks it up which brings it to the national news and somehow it made international news

“local alabama boy from youtuber to billionaire overnight” 

so he kept his grandma’s house in alabama because ..... he can’t seem to let that go and why should he ?? its a good house and holds a lot of memories

but he does in fact buy a brownstone in manhattan its HUGE and he doesn’t have enough things to fill the whole space up but ??? he’s working on it slowly. 

he created a makeshift recording studio in one of the upstairs rooms and has been working on music, which is new to him ?? he was always a bit artistic but never sure enough to like try it out

oh and he’s returned to youtube, he’s got a decent following i guess 

i mean lbr he’s hot ???? and sings ??? so ??? ya know 

personality: 

okay so this is long already so im gonna keep this short n sweet

rory is a sweet boy, never really an athletic type always more focused on his studies than sports.  

spent a lot of time with his grandma and he’s very easily attached to people he’s close to.  not exactly clingy, but it’s really hard for him to let people go i guess ??? 

used to love shows like survivor and big brother and amazing race. always toyed with the idea of applying to be on amazing race but he never had anyone who would go with him, or could for that long.  

he’s a real kind hearted guy and clumsy as fuck

a bit awkward when you first meet him but ??? you warm up quickly and so does he

clumsy af as noted earlier 

kind of depressed ??? idk he’s not seeing anyone for it but post losing beth, his grandma, and like the possibility of a family in the future he’s kinda ..... morbid 

puts on a happy front for youtube

oh and he does a podcast talking about stuff with his friends idk what exactly but ?? its prob music and movies lbr

connections: 

best friend(s)--self explanatory; people who he gets along with and they’re like his ride or dies.  

nerd friends--give him someone to geek out with please he’s SUCH A NERD !!!! or someone who likes learning random things he’s got u 

musical friends--people who he met through starting to delve into music 

youtube community--give me people who !!! met through youtube and often do colabs together.  probably ppl who were shooketh when he came back and was like “bro i have 40 billion dollars????”

wealthy friend(s)--give me someone who will teach this boy how to be wealthy ??? like cause he knows nothing about that he struggled a lot growing up and with college and several part time jobs he doesnt know how to like party or anything 

idk anything else 

#excessintro #♣ ▂▂ threads ◎ #♣ ▂▂ mssg ◎ #♣ ▂▂ socials ◎ #♢ ▂▂ selfies for days ◎ #♢ ▂▂ make a playlist ◎ #♢ ▂▂ he sings ◎ #♢ ▂▂ about the boy ◎ #♡ ▂▂ time for a q and a ◎ #♡ ▂▂ answering your qs ◎ #♤ ▂▂ a wild hope appears ◎ #all the triggers are listed at the top #car crash tw #drunk driving tw #stroke tw #abortion tw #death tw #depression mention tw #WOW OK HE'S DONE #like this or mssg me to plot pls an thank

[cassie-and-ren]

Christmas Bias Day 10 Yoongi (BTS)

Recommended song: NCT U Boss (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AUFyFEt35g)

                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat alone in your apartment completing things. You hated getting into arguments, especially when it was around special events. Birthdays, holidays or even just some formal event you had to go to, you hated it when fights broke out and made going with that person awkward. This time it just so happened to be your boyfriend Min Yoongi. The fight was petty anyways, but you guys had somehow managed to get it into a real big fight that caused you two to separate for a while. Though, you were willing to move on Yoongi wasn’t, this only began because you had told Yoongi you were tired of dealing with how lazy he acted around holidays, you didn’t mind it any other time of the year, but you at least wanted him to work with you when things like Christmas came around. You sighed and tried to get your mind on something else, though the universe disagreed as Jimin decided to call you, you didn’t want to answer it, but you told yourself if he said anything about Yoongi you’d tell him to move on or you’d hang up.

“Hello?”

“Thank you, you picked up. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Chimmy, but why are you asking?”

“It’s just because I’ve never seen you and Yoongi fight before… he’s really moping around about it.” You sighed.

“Jimin I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I just like it when any of us fight.” You hated it too, but Yoongi had been pulling on a string for too long. It finally snapped.

“Me too… but this’ll blow over eventually, you and me are still friends at least.” You could tell he was smiling.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Thanks.” You said before you both hung the phone up. You started it for a second before shaking your head. If this was going to blow over, Yoongi would be the person who apologized. You always caved in first because you didn’t like seeing him upset, but this time it’d be him.

                                                      ~~~~~~~~~~

Your days went by as slow as possible as you did various things to take your mind off of Yoongi. After having a long nap you were cooking yourself some dinner, as you were cooking your doorbell rang. You sighed not really wanting to answer your door in the middle of the night, but you took yourself from your cooking and checked through the peephole first. To your anger it wasn’t one of your neighbors, no it was Yoongi, with his normal demeanor. You didn’t want to answer it, but you had to do something to get him to go away. You opened your door and your eyes met, for a moment neither of you spoke. You decided to speak first.

“Hello Yoongi.”

“Hey…” He looked into your home, “Are you cooking?” You nod.

“Yeah, I would really love not to burn my house down so, are you going to tell me why you’re here?” He nodded.

“Can I come in?”

“No, you can tell me out here.” You didn’t move from the door, Yoongi sighed and stuff his hands into his pocket.

“Well, I wanted to come by and ask why you were mad at me.” You stared at him.

“You mean you don’t know?”

“I have a guess, but even if it’s true I don’t know why’d you be mad at that.” You crossed your arms.

“Then why am I mad then?”

“Because you don’t like how lazy I am?” You didn’t move, “Like I said, why would you be upset like that if you know that’s how I am?” You rolled your eyes to him.

“Here I was thinking I knew a smarter man than that.”

“So that’s not why you’re angry?”

“No it is, but it’s not for that reason alone.”

“Then what’s the problem?” You sighed.

“You refuse to do anything with me when it comes to things like this.”

“I know, but that’s not weird at all, that’s how I normally am.”

“No, it’s not, you try and avoid all contact with me!”

“No I don’t.” You sighed knowing he wasn’t understanding you.

“Well if you believe that then go ahead, I don’t really care. Right now us being together or not feels the same.”

“No wait that’s not true.”

“Yoongi I don’t care anymore, just leave!” You tried to shut the door but he caught it despite your pushing. He pushed against the door as well and it even felt as if he’d break it just to get inside. “You’re going to break my door!”

“Who cares, you just won’t talk to me about why you’re really mad!”

“I did! But you’re not getting it!”

“Getting what?” You gave way not in the mood to deal with your neighbors complain about the yelling, Yoongi came inside shutting the door loudly behind him.

“You don’t get that I know you’re lazy, but to avoid me all together is a totally different thing!”

“How am I avoiding you? I pick up when you call, I text back, when you want me to come over I do my best to be here. I do everything for us!” You paced around the room.

“Yeah but everything is always me first! You never think to do anything for me, you always wait for me to drag you along.” You took a breath, “Then when things like this come up you pretend like your dead because you know how much stuff I do! Why can’t you care about what I do on your own!” Yoongi stared at you. “Seriously it feels like I’m the only person who cares enough to think about you! Yoongi doesn’t like this, he’d enjoy doing this, he was talking about this, he’s sick, he’s tired, he’s been working all day but I never get a single thought from you!” You were yelling now, but you didn’t even care. “You act like you don’t even care about me…” Your frustration built up and you turned your body around not even wanting to see him anymore.

“Is that really what you think?”

“No, it’s what I know.” You said turned back to him. “You make me feel like I do too much and that it’s a literally job to date me, and don’t even think about tell me that you do that with everyone because not everyone is as a good a liar as you are.” Yoongi made no effort to say anything else, that’s when the smell of your food got larger. You walked into your kitchen turning the stove off, you took deep breaths as you hung your head low.

“(Y/N)?”

“What is it?” You said angrily.

“I do love you.” You kept your back to him, “But it’s just sometimes I think you won’t want to deal with me because you’re so active. It’s because you do all of that stuff I feel like I’ll just be slowing you down by being with you.” You turned,

“Then why not tell me that? Why make me feel like it’s a hassle just to date me?” He shrugged.

“I don’t know honestly.” He sat down tapping his foot, you stared at him. “I know this is my fault but I just feel like if I don’t say anything it’ll go away.” You rested against the counter. “But hearing you say that stuff made me feel horrible… I really want you to know that it’s amazing dating you, if anyone’s a hassle it’s me.” You sighed touching your face.

“Yoongi don’t say that.” You said softly.

“It’s true.” He let out a dry chuckle. “I even made the most important thing in my life upset at me.” Hearing Yoongi you felt horrible, you didn’t intend for your words to cut him like that. You went over to him and fell on your knees in front of him.

“Yoongi look at me.” His head turned and your eyes met.

“If you just tell me this stuff from now on we can figure it out together, we can help each other understand what’s going on.” He stared at you, “I don’t like seeing you upset and I know you don’t like it on me either so let’s work through this.” He nodded to you.

“So you’ll tell me whenever you’re feeling bad about our relationship?”

“I’m hoping I won’t have to, but yes I’ll tell you.” He nodded.

“Then I’ll tell you when I feel like I’d just be in your way.” You smiled up to him.

“I love you too by the way.” He smiled to you, he touched your face and leaned down to peck you lips. When you broke apart he was still smiling.

“Let’s not fight anymore, I miss you too much.” You laughed.

“Me or the fact that I don’t take care of you?” He looked off, you guys shared a laugh. “Well you can stay over, share some dinner with me.” He nodded.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

#bts #bts yoongi #bts suga #suga x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #christmas bias

[writinghq]

omg i love you guys so much my heart’s going to burst any moment 💖💕. may i request for oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, and kita meeting their soulmate? i hope this is not too much! thank you and have a nice day 😊

Hey! I hope this isn’t too much, I’m sorry. But it was fun to write! Darian hopes to make a scenario from one of these someday hm 🤔We hope you enjoy! also we love u so much too our heart hurts

OIKAWA TŌRU

“If you haven’t met your soulmate yet, but end up in the same area on a certain day, that day will repeat itself until you meet each other.”

Oikawa was on his way to school that morning when he noticed that something about the day was off

It wasn’t that something was different about today, no, it was that everything was so much the same

The fact that his usual train was cancelled so he had to a different route to school, the little kids passing by singing their nursery songs together, the flower seller dropping their gardening tools, the vendor selling tissues, the middle-aged ladies running into the supermarket for the 2-hour sale, and bumping into Iwaizumi on the way

“Iwa-chan! Today’s so strange!”

“Oikawa?? What are you doing here?”

“Why are you so surprised, Iwa-chan? I was here yesterday!”

Iwaizumi furrows his eyebrows

“What are you talking about?”

“I came by this route yesterday too, but anyway, that’s besides the point, everything today feels just the same as—“

Before Oikawa finishes, he grabs his phone from his pocket and checks the date

His phone showed the date of yesterday

“Iwa-chan! What day is it today?”

Iwaizumi tells him the date corresponding to his phone and Oikawa claps his hands together

“Yesterday has repeated itself!”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen at Oikawa, a hint of seriousness in his expression

“The aliens are finally coming to get me!”

“No, Shittykawa!”

Iwaizumi immediately clobbers Oikawa

“Ow! What was that for?”

“You don’t understand what it means when a day repeats itself, do you?”

Iwaizumi then explains to Oikawa about how people meet their soulmate as they proceeded to go to school

“I thought this was common knowledge, but then again, you’re Oikawa.”

“Hey! I’m sorry I pay more attention to volleyball than love!”

“That has got to be a joke!”

“Mean, Iwa-chan, mean!”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi then had a little wrestle, but they end up bumping into someone

Iwaizumi immediately apologizes and the person accepts it and walks away

Oikawa then taunts Iwaizumi

“Look what you’ve done!”

“Me??”

For the rest of the day, Oikawa ponders on the fact that he’s going to meet his soulmate

“So how does this loop end?”

“You meet your soulmate, or that’s what they say, at least.”

“And how do I know they’re my soulmate?”

“You just know. I don’t know, as if I’ve ever gone through it before, Crappykawa.”

A “week” passes, and Oikawa is still repeating the same day

He has already started memorizing the day

The trains, the kids, the flower seller, the tissue vendor, the middle-aged ladies, then Iwaizumi

But still no sign of this loop ending

Oikawa was starting to lose hope that he would ever find his soulmate

The children run past him, singing the same old nursery rhyme, and Oikawa scratches his head in frustration

“But they’re supposed to be here! How could I have kept missing them?!”

Just then, he hears the oh-so-familiar sound of the flower seller dropping their gardener my tools

Oikawa just always walked by, but since he might be repeating this day for he rest of his life (he was over exaggerating) he might as well live it differently

He headed over to help them pick up the tools, but then before he reached them, someone else bent over to help

Oikawa stops and decides to just continue on

“So someone helps them after all.”

After getting a pack of tissues from the vendor and waiting out the swarm of middle-aged ladies, he greets Iwaizumi

“Good morning, Iwa-chan.”

“Oikawa?? What are you doing here?”

“Yes, yes, I am here, my usual train was cancelled so I’m taking this route today.”

He then lets out an exhausted sigh

Iwaizumi immediately notices the unusual lack of energy in Oikawa

“Yes! Very! I’ve been trapped in this day for what feels like forever!”

“Trapped?? You mean your day is repeating? Meaning your soulmate is here?”

“Yes! But I have no idea where! And I’m getting tired! Little kids here, flower seller there, get a tissue, ladies charge into the sale, meet you on the way, bump into someone here—“

Oikawa stops

“That’s strange.”

“What is?”

Iwaizumi was still struggling to absorb all the information that was just given to him

“I’m sure there’s usually a person here.”

“Whatever you say, Oikawa. Well, you better find them soon.”

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do?”

“If you’re frustrated having to live this day over and over again, how do you think they feel?”

The next day (which was the same day, honestly) Oikawa had even more determination to find his soulmate, making it like a video game mission to save the princess

“Today, I will not fail!”

He was reviewing the usual happenings in a day while he was on the way to school

“So first the kids, then the flower seller, then the tissue vendor, then the sale, and then Iwaizumi.”

He stops in his tracks

“And then that person—“

He then hears the usual sound of the kids singing

And then he hears something else

“Hey, wanna learn a new song?”

Oikawa immediately whips his head towards the direction of the new voice

He watches in amazement as he watches them teach the kids a new song

The simple melody sung so sweetly that Oikawa’s heart clenched a little

“Uwa! Thank you!”

The kids thank this teenager whole heartedly before they head off to their destination

This person walks forward, and in all this Oikawa had just been standing there in awe

It was something different

And then it finally hit him

“W-wait!”

Oikawa immediately runs forward, almost stumbling in the process

As he regains his balance, he looks up to see them quite far away already

He bolts forward, and the flower seller’s gardening tools fall right in front of him

“Oh! I’m so sorry!”

Oikawa looks back and forth between the flower seller and the person up ahead before bending down to help pick up the fallen items

“Thank you very much!”

“No problem!”

Oikawa gives the flower seller a bow before dashing again

“Tissues—“

“Sorry! Not today!”

Oikawa runs ahead, dodging the few people up and about that early morning

The person was in his view

And then they weren’t

Oikawa was immediately stopped by the huge crowd of ladies waiting for the 2 hour sale

He inches his way through, looking up every now and then to see if they were still there

They were getting farther and farther by the second

Finally, Oikawa found his way out and was on his way again

“Iwa-chan!”

Iwaizumi whips around, the same amount of surprise on his face

“Oikawa?? What are you—“

Oikawa pats Iwaizumi on the back as he runs ahead

“I found them!”

“Found who?? What?!”

Oikawa starts closing in on them

Could this be it? Was this person his soulmate?

“Wait!”

The person stops, and slowly turns around to see Oikawa, who was now very out of breath

He was slowed down until he finally came to a stop behind them

He took a few seconds to catch his breath

Then he looks up to look at the person he had been running after that morning

“H-how may I help you?”

“Have you been repeating the same day too??”

The excitement of finally having found his soulmate hindered him from finding the right words to say, so he ended up blurting out the first thing that came into his mind

Their eyes widen at Oikawa, and Oikawa then realizes the strangeness of his statement

“Ah, wait, for a sec!”

He then gives out a cry of frustration

“Argh! I’m sorry! This isn’t going so well! Let’s have a redo!”

He then hears a small laugh

“Well, if this isn’t right, then we should both be having a redo tomorrow.”

Oikawa’s eyes widen at the comment

At the same time, his chest tightened as he watched this person’s smile

He extends his hand to them

“I’ll try to do this properly. Hi, I’m—“

Their hands meet, and there’s a small static, a chill down their spines, a feeling that this really was the one they were looking for

At the realization that he had finally found them, Oikawa lips spread into a smile

His soulmate’s heart flutters at the sight

“I’m Oikawa Tooru. What’s your name?”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

“If you find your soulmate, the timer on your arm, which is always counting up, will stop the time you meet them. But if you don’t find your soulmate by your 18th birthday, you will die by the end of that year.”

“Come on! I know this beautiful place where we can watch the fireworks!”

It was 30 minutes until 12, 30 minutes until the end of December 31st, Iwaizumi’s last day

Both of their last day

Iwaizumi wasn’t able to meet his soulmate, and as the year was coming to a close, he had finally accepted that he never would  

There was an app designed to connect the youth with different people near their area that would be dying the same year they would and Iwaizumi tried it out

As ridiculous as it may seem, you die if you don’t find your soulmate by the deadline of 18 years old, and that’s just how things were

It wasn’t uncommon, teenagers who were never able to live beyond 18, so this was just a way for them to cope with it

And this was what brought Iwaizumi and this person together

Iwaizumi took one last look at that timer etched on his skin, counting up to his last hours, before meeting the person the app had set him up with

It was 8:04 am

This person, like him, wasn’t able to find their soulmate, and was also going to die

“You must be the last person I’ll be seeing before I die.”

“Let’s not think of it like that. Let’s just drop the formalities and think of it as some weird blind date. Call me Hajime.”

The polite smile transformed into one much more genuine

The fear of death was no longer relevant to them both, it was coming, and soon, so might as well enjoy the last day while they could

“Then you can call me ___.”

They sat together in the park and put together the biggest bucket list they could think of

It had anything they could do last minute: human slingshot, piercings, horror houses, restaurant hopping, spicy food challenges, temple visits, sushi restaurants, kimono renting, canoeing, lantern painting, and so much more

And they did everything, well, almost everything

They sat together at the top of the secluded hill, admiring the messy and almost completed bucket list

“Too bad the tattoo salon was closed today, eh, Hajime?”

“Nah, I think the pain of the piercing alone is enough to last me a lifetime.”

The person seated beside him gives off a careless laugh, a laugh that Iwaizumi had been admiring throughout the entirety of the day

“It will, Hajime. It will.”

Iwaizumi’s companion lies down on the grass, stretching their arms out

“I have a question for you.”

They’ve been exchanging questions the whole day, to learn more about each other, just a fun game they came up with to keep the conversations going

“Alright, what is it?”

“Why did you decide to spend your last day with me? What about your family? Or your close friends?”

Iwaizumi breaks eye contact and faces forward as he processes the question

“… I didn’t want to burden them with this. The fact that I’m going to be gone. My family… They won’t be able to handle it, so I thought it would be for the best if they started the new year with happy feelings instead of mourning.”

“And how about your friends?”

“They all found the one they needed. It’s just me.”

Iwaizumi pauses for a moment, imagining scenes of how upset his friends would be when they find out he was out here on his own

He snaps out of it, and tries to shake off the sudden sadness he felt

“And how about you?”

“Same as you.”

They then sit up to meet Iwaizumi’s eyes

“I don’t want the last thing I see to be the sad look they have when they see me go.”

Iwaizumi’s companion stands up and walks a little, looking down at the glittering lights of the shrines down below

“Don’t you wish that things weren’t this way? That there was another system? Or no system at all.”

They sigh and continue to stare down at the town

Iwaizumi stands up and heads over to stand beside them

“As much as I hate it, I don’t think it’s that bad.”

He sweeps their hair away from their face

“I was able to meet you after all.”

“Very smooth, Hajime.”

“Shut up.”

They laugh

“Back at you. This was the best last day ever. Thank you.”

Their lip quivers, and the smile they had just given Iwaizumi was starting to lose shape

They tried to fight back their tears, but were failing terribly

Iwaizumi pulls them into a hug, letting them cry into his chest

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I—“

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

They cry a bit more, Iwaizumi comforting them

He had forgotten the fear of his own death

All that was on his mind was how he could help this person

He wanted them to live on

Iwaizumi’s companion separates themselves from him, bringing Iwaizumi back from his thoughts

Their eyes were still glassy, but they were able to muster a smile

“It’s almost time.”

It was only then that Iwaizumi was made aware of the sound of restless chatter from down below

They were getting ready for the countdown to midnight

Iwaizumi’s expression was painfully grim

His companion cups his cheek and gives him another smile

“It’s okay.”

It was finally ending

Iwaizumi could feel his eyes burning, but he fought back his tears

His companion gingerly caresses his cheek with their thumb

“It’s okay.”

They both lay themselves on the grass, side by side

They stare at the stars for awhile

Suddenly, his companion takes a hold of his hand

Static sparks in between their fingers, causing Iwaizumi to whip his head towards them

His cheeks started to burn red

“May I?”

They then reveal a toothy grin

Iwaizumi smiles back

“You may.”

They both turn back to the sky

His companion lets out a large sigh

“Where could they be?”

“Who?”

“Our soulmates! Are they happy? Are they dying too? What are they doing wasting time right now?”

Iwaizumi could only laugh at the amusing amount of energy his companion still had in them

“I wonder.”

He lets out a small laugh again

“If I had a say on who my soulmate would be, I would choose you.”

Now it was his companion’s turn to laugh

“Then we wouldn’t have to die now, would we?”

“We wouldn’t.”

They both laugh

Iwaizumi tightens his grip on their hand

“But still. It would’ve been nice.”

His companion tightens their hold on his hand too

“Yeah. Think of how much more adventures we could’ve gone on.”

“No tattoos though.”

“Alright, Hajime, whatever you say.”

They can hear the faint sound of people counting down

“___, thank you for today. It really was the best last day ever.”

“Same, Hajime, same.”

They hear the sound of cheering, and the whistling of fireworks

Iwaizumi looks at the bright flash of glitter in the sky one last time right before slowly closing his eyes

He braced himself for the death awaiting him

How would it be like, he wondered

He waited for the sound of the fireworks to fade away, for the darkness to turn to light, for the timer etched on his skin to disappear, for the warmth in his hand to go cold

But it didn’t

Iwaizumi lied there for a few minutes, long enough for the sound of the fireworks to die down

Immediately, he sits up, and frantically looks around

Did something go wrong? Was he still alive? Or was he dead? And this was just some weird kind of afterlife?

He whips his head towards his companion, who was still lying on the ground

Their eyes were wide open, staring at him, with the same amount of confusion as his

“We’re—?”

“We’re alive?!”

Iwaizumi’s mind was a mess

He had prepared himself the whole day for what he didn’t want to come, but now that it didn’t come he didn’t know what to feel

“This makes no sense.”

Iwaizumi then quickly pulls back his sleeve to check his arm, only to find his timer still there

But it had stopped

“8:04…”

He read out the time and looked to his companion to see them slowly sitting up

They were staring at their own timer, their face stuck in one of awe

“… 8:04.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen and his companion looks up to meet them with theirs

“You’re—?!”

“It was you?!”

They stare at each other, frozen in their seats before bursting into laughter

Iwaizumi then pulls them into a hug

“So it was you.”

Tears started to form in his soulmate’s eyes, and they rested their head against his chest

“Yeah. And so were you.”

KUROO TETSURŌ

“Everyone is born with a unique number only they and their soulmates have.”

The school day was over, and Kuroo was on his way home from school

Kenma got dragged away by his teacher, so it was only Kuroo today

On his way out, he could hear the excited chatter of a couple nearby, their arms linked together, their faces this close to each other, and their numbers replicating each other’s perfectly

Kuroo always rolls his eyes at these “perfect” couples, those people who found their soulmate, but that’s also because he didn’t know how it felt to find his soulmate

Your soulmate was the person who was born with the same number as you

If you found them through the millions of different number combinations in the world, that was it

Kuroo subconsciously scratches his left collar bone, where his number lied underneath his shirt

Kuroo would sometimes wonder how the unknown force that ran their world thought of such a weird way for people to find their soulmate, and how this unknown force was immature enough to give him the number he had

Only his family and closest friends knew what his number was, and they’d have a laugh about it every now and then

Kuroo was thinking about how he was going to go about his homework when something caught his eye

A person walked past him, and right on the back of their palm, Kuroo could see three digits resembling his own

His heart jumped, and he acted the way that any reasonable person would do at the possibility of their soulmate

He hid behind a bush

He peeked over to see this person again, to make sure that those does three digits really were right

They were, but now he had no way of confirming the other two, that were hiding under their sleeve

“Cursed blazers”

“Kuroo?”

His heart jumps for the second time today, and he whips around to see a classmate of his standing behind him

“What are you doing—“

“Quick! Hide!”

He immediately pulls their arm, making them hide together with him behind the bush

“Why are we hiding??”

Kuroo immediately shushes them

“Today might be the day I meet my soulmate.”

“What?! Who?”

They peek stand up straight, looking around to see who this person was

Kuroo pulls them back down

“Are you crazy?!”

“You don’t know when a chance like this will ever come back up again! The first digits that person has is pretty hard to find, so are you going to sis around or hurry up?”

Kuroo takes a peek from the side of the bush

His possible soulmate was already quite far away

“Alright. But I’ll have to see what their full number is first!”

He quickly stands up and dashes after them, pulling his classmate along with him

“Why am I coming along too?!”

“Come on! I need back up!”

They both follow Kuroo’s soulmate candidate for awhile, not missing any opportunity to see those last two digits, but failing each time

They finally follow them to a cafe, and the both of them decided they would take a break there too

They sit themselves at a table not too far away, Kuroo’s back turned against his possible soulmate

His classmate asks the server for the menus, and Kuroo watches as they do

“Why are you always wearing that?”

“Wearing what?”

“That sports jacket. Aren’t you hot in there?”

His classmate responds to him without looking up from the menu

“It’s not about the temperature. I’m just more comfortable this way.”

“Why?”

They look up to Kuroo to reply, but see his attention already to the person behind him

He quickly whips around after taking a little peek, a glitter of joy in his eyes at the possibility of this person being the one

It was this side of him that his classmate rarely saw

He immediately puts his attention to his classmate

“Hey! ___! Can you see their number from here?”

His classmates snaps out of their trance-like state they were in staring at Kuroo and tries to have a look at this person’s arms

Kuroo whispers to them excitedly

“So? What is it?”

His classmate slowly reads out the first three numbers on the back of this person’s hand

“I know that already! What’s the rest of them?”

“I don’t know! Why am I the one here anyway?! I don’t even know what your number is!”

“J-just tell me what the number is!”

“I can’t! It’s hidden, moron!”

Their next few attempts in the cafe brought the same results: a lot of bickering and a whole lot of nothing

They were still arguing as they left the cafe

“Seriously, usually we work so well together. What’s happening today?”

They follow Kuroo’s soulmate candidate to a rowing park, where they got into a boat and started to row with a friend

Kuroo and his classmate proceeded to get a boat of their own and went out into the lake

“Well, this is nice.”

“It is actually.”

“And Kuroo is being such a gentleman right now, rowing us all by himself.”

“Aren’t I always a gentleman?”

Kuroo gives off a laugh as he rows them further into the lake

“Hey, Kuroo.”

“Yes?”

“Does what you’re doing right now make you a stalker?”

Kuroo then narrows his eyes at his companion

“I don’t think so, as you said, a chance like this may not come again, and if this person really is my soulmate, then this is it.”

“I know that’s what I said, but I can’t help but feel that—“

They pause to think of how they could phrase what they wanted to say

“Feel that what?”

“Well, if this soulmate mumbo jumbo is true, then maybe you’ll end up together without this much effort put in? Like, it’s really meant to be.”

Kuroo himself was starting to doubt what he was doings but he was already determined to see if this person was the one, and he had done too much to stop now

“Well, I honestly wished that was the case for me. That my soulmate was someone with me all along. But we just can’t help that some things in life have to be worked for, right?”

As his classmate opened their mouth to answer, they caught a glimpse of the person they were tailing rolling up their sleeves to make it easier to row the boat

Kuroo’s companion bolts to their feet, causing the boat to shake a little

“Hey! Sit down! The boat is gonna—!”

“They rolled up their sleeves! I can see the number now!”

Kuroo’s eyes widen, and he rises to his feet as well, excitedly asks them what it is, his attention no longer on the fact that they were standing on a boat in the middle of a lake

His classmate squints their eyes at her arm

They call out the first three digits

“We know that already! What are the last two numbers?!”

They squint their eyes to look at their arm one more time

“0… 1! It’s 01!”

They excitedly look at Kuroo only to see his face frozen

“01, huh? That’s not my number?”

“Huh?! It’s not?!”

“Nope…”

They pause for awhile

And then Kuroo’s classmate lets out a laugh

“Then what was all that for?”

Their laugh infect Kuroo and he gives off a laugh of his own

“I can’t believe it didn’t turn out to be them!”

“And you were so sure you’d be finding your soulmate today too!”

“Oh, shut up!”

Kuroo reaches out to ruffle their hair and they dodge

“Hey, wait—!”

They tip over the balance of the boat and both fall into the lake

They both just laugh together as they scramble back onto the boat and row back to shore

“Hey, ___.”

“What is it?”

“Thank you for going along with me today.”

They give Kuroo a punch on the shoulder

“Don’t worry about it. It was fun.”

They were both dripping wet from head to foot

As Kuroo was squeezing the water out of his blazer, he catches his classmate taking off their jacket in the side of their eye

“What a legendary moment! ___ is actually removing their jacket!”

“Oh, shut up, it’s not like it can be helped.”

Kuroo goes closer to them, ready to pry

“You never were able to tell me why you keep wearing that.”

They frown at him before facing away

“I’m embarrassed about…”

“About?”

“My number.”

“Your number??”

“Y-you’re not allowed to laugh, moron!”

“Alright, alright.”

They take off their jacket, Kuroo waiting in anticipation to see just what kind of number was waiting for him

They pull of their sleeves to reveal their number marked on their forearm

Kuroo inches closer to look at the number, ready to tease, but as he sees the number, all plans of making fun of them disappear

“69…420…”

“Yes, yes, lay it on me. ‘___’s number itself is a joke!’”

But Kuroo didn’t laugh, and Kuroo didn’t tease

He stayed silent

His classmate turns to him, confusion evident in their face

“Kuroo? What’s wrong? Where’s the mockery?”

Kuroo stays frozen for awhile

“Kuroo?”

In his silence, Kuroo starts to unbutton his shirt

“Woah! Kuroo, what’s going on—“

Kuroo reveals his own number, the one sitting on his left collar bone, and his classmate goes silent as well

“… 69420?”

“69420.”

They stare straight at Kuroo, their cheeks slowly burning red

Kuroo then bursts out laughing, causing his companion to get flustered

“What?! You think this is some kind of joke—“

“You were right! We really did end up together! Who knew that you were my other half that had this ridiculous number on them too!”

“Shut up—!”

He then gives them a tender smile while sweeping their wet hair away from their face

“For some reason, I’m glad that it’s you.”

“What do you mean ‘for some reason,’ huh?”

They give him a punch on the shoulder, but all Kuroo does is laugh

They look away and mumble softly

“I’m glad that it’s you too, moron.”

KITA SHINSUKE

“Your soulmate leaves colorful footprints only visible to you.”

Kita stared down on the pavement

The roads were lined with a trail of footprints, alternating between a few of the most beautiful colors he had ever seen

He was distracted by them the whole way home from the grocery

“Grandmother, is there going to be an event soon?”

He laid the grocery bags on the kitchen table right next to where his grandmother was at work

“I don’t think so, Shinsuke. Why? Did something happen?”

“Well, the streets were decorated with colorful paint so I just thought that there was going to be an event.”

His grandma looks up from her cooking and turns to Shinsuke

“What kind of decoration, dear?”

“Footprints left around. I didn’t see them yesterday, maybe the painted it last night—“

Before he could finish that thought, his grandmother went over to him and held both of his hands

“Shinsuke, why don’t you go out and follow that trail? Was it going somewhere?”

“Yeah, it was, but—“

“Follow the footprints and it will lead you to your soulmate.”

Kita stared at his grandmother, his expression still monotonous

“Grandma, is this another one of your stories, or…?”

“Your soulmate leaves footprints that only you can see. Now go!”

She pushes her grandson to the door, and Kita was unwillingly off

He was still a bit skeptical about the whole thing, but his grandmother told him to follow the trail, so that’s what he was going to do

Fortunately, he didn’t have anything planned for the rest of the day

He went back to where he first saw the footprints

As he followed the footprints, it seemed to be true that he was the only one who could see them

He dodged his way through the crowds, which were getting bigger as the day passed

He followed the footprints back to see that it led back to the supermarket he was just in

He goes along the trail to see that this person had walked almost the whole supermarket, it was a wonder that he didn’t notice the footprints before

A clutter of the footprints was found in the canned goods section

Kita then remembers a big crash he heard earlier that day when he was shopping

His lips curve upward ever so slightly

“So that was them, huh?”

He continues to follow the footprints out the supermarket and further into the shopping district

The footprints made a few stops, Kita dropping by each one

He went in a pet store, the footprints covering the floor, passing each and every animal carrier

He went in a bookstore, tracing the shelves of classic novels and poetry books, and maybe a few in the manga section too

He went in a bakery, and he might’ve laughed a little at the fact that their steps ignored all the other baked goods and sweets and only trailed along the section with bread

He passed by a lot of food stands, the number of how many they visited shocking him

He walked through the park, noticing the little skips in their steps and occasional walks on the grass

Kita became so intrigued by what kind of person they were, that he forgot all about the fact that they were his soulmate

He took a little break to sit on a bench to look out at the lake

After a couple of minutes he got up again and followed the footprints back to town

It was then that he noticed the footprints slowly fading away

He looked back to see that the trail he had followed just awhile ago were also gone

He sped up his pace, the pressure of a time limit seeping in

He followed the colorful footprints, all the way through town

He was so absorbed in them that he only noticed the trail was leading to his home when he was at his door

The footprints made a U-turn and were headed back to the shopping district

Kita was a bit confused but decided to continue following the footprints to see where they led

The supermarket, the pet store, the bookstore

Was he just tracing his own footsteps now? Was this a wild goose chase after all?

As he was contemplating whether to continue this quest or not, an old woman who was carrying a grocery bags caught his eye

She was struggling to cross the road

Kita goes over to offer help

“Excuse me, ma’am. Do you need any help?”

The old woman agrees, calling Kita a “cute boy”

Kita carries her bags for her and helps her across the street

He politely says his goodbyes to her and bows as she leaves

Just then, he hears a voice from behind

“Um, excuse me.”

He turns around to see someone behind him

At the sight of him, the person immediately gets flustered

“Ah! Um—! Well, this is awkward. How do I go about this—?”

They take a step towards him, and underneath their feet, Kita sees the colorful imprint that he had been following around for the whole day

He walks towards them as well

The person in front of him takes a quick glance at his feet before looking into his face

Kita worried that his facial expression was too stern, but this only made his face tense up more

The stranger breaks the silence

“Do you see them too?”

Their expression immediately breaks to one of distress

Kita quietly thought to himself that it looked kind of cute

“As creepy as it may seem, I have been following a pair of footprints the whole day, and well, it turned out that they were yours. So, I was wondering if you saw them too.”

Kita shakes his head

“Nope.”

The person’s expression dampens

“Oh—“

“But I see yours.”

Their eyes widen at Kita

“I‘m sorry if it’s creepy, but I also have been following your footprints all day.”

His expression softens, thinking back at all the places he had been to

“Are you alright? Seems like a bunch of canned goods fell on you.”

“How did you—?”

They then bury their face into their hands

“How embarrassing!”

Kita steps closer to them and extends his hand to them

They lift up their heads to look at him

“I’m Kita Shinsuke. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #kuroo tetsurou #kita shinsuke #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #kita x reader

[julia-highstorms]

If Jane Was Here (Noah's POV) - Ch. 1

Summary: ILITW by Noah’s point of view. I intend to write the whole book, but angst stories are not my forte so this will be a challenge, since it is a fic focused on that Emo King Beanie Boy.

Note: A little too late, I know. F!MC. Noah has romantic feelings towards MC here, so:

Pairing: Noah x MC because I need them

Word count: 1905

Chapter 1 – Old Friends

The alarm clock started ringing at seven o’clock. Noah lazily got out of his bed and put on the first clothes he found on his closet, as well as his grimy blue beanie, before realizing that there were several unread messages on his cellphone.

“Three in the morning? Who the f…?”, he muttered to himself. They were from Dan.

Dan was talking nonsense about going back into the woods, that Mr. Red was real… Immediately Noah angrily threw the phone inside his backpack. What the hell was Dan thinking going back to where Jane…?

But after taking a deep breath – as he would always do when he felt angry or helpless, something that occurred more often than he would like –, he grabbed the phone again and sent a message:

“sorry, just saw ur msgs… are u ok?”

He waited for an answer, but nothing. After several minutes, he finally walked out of his bedroom.

Dan never replied.

He and mom didn’t talk very much during breakfast, as usual. Actually, he just said “morning”, which the woman replied with an “don’t forget to take out the trash”. She was too busy applying some make up, getting ready for work.

And Noah couldn’t help but think…

If Jane was here…

They’d all be talking and laughing together. Dad would be here too. Jane seemed to have this ability to brighten everyone’s day and bring everybody together.

“I’m going.” – he announced after cleaning the plates, but didn’t get any answer.

He stepped out of his house and looked up to the gray sky above his head.

If Jane was here…

It was the first day of his senior year in that hellhole called Westchester High.

Noah couldn’t help but feel anxious about the future. What would he do after graduating high school?

If Jane was here…

Probably she would be his number one supporter on going to the culinary school, like he wished. She would make him cook all the craziest and fanciest foods she wanted, and he’d happily follow.

She’d never let him give up.

But she wasn’t here.

Noah closed his locker and started walking down the hallway, when he noticed a little commotion ahead. Throughout the corner of his eyes, he saw Britney, Jocelyn and Cody arguing with Lily, Ava and MC. Hurriedly, he blended through the crowd of students going to the gym, avoiding the bullies.

Once inside the gym, he saw the rest of his old friends. Stacy was warming up with the cheerleaders on the back and Andy was doing the same with the basketball team on the other end.

There were a lot of empty seats, so he sat in the second row of benches. Ava came alone a little after and went upstairs, sitting on the top. The girl didn’t notice him, she was scribbling something on an old sketchbook.

Noah turned his head to the front. Lucas was talking to Mr. Cooper right next to the entrance.

Dan was nowhere to be seen.

A flash of thought crossed his mind.

If Jane was here…

Would they all still be friends? Or they would have fallen apart anyway?

Noah came to his senses when he heard some shouts from behind. The gym was now packed with students. He looked upon his shoulder.

Cody and Jocelyn were yelling to MC to sit. She turned to him.

“Hey Noah, do you mind if…? – she muttered, pointing anxiously to the empty seat next to him.

“Knock yourself out.” – he heard himself saying, before scooting to the side.

MC squeezed beside him, her perfume hitting him hard. He didn’t remember how small she was… Or it was him who grew up too much?

Immediately his mind started Racing, remembering of something that happened a long time ago…

He and Jane stepped out of the house, Mom shoving then to “play outside”, like she always did after an argument with Dad. “You’re giving me a migraine”, she said before closing the door behind them.

Noah looked at his twin, her eyes still watering. She always cried when their parents fought.

“C’mon, Jane…”

“Did you hear it? They said the d-word! – she cried. Yeah, he heard them.

The fights were worsening and, to avoid each other, Mom and Dad preferred to stay working late at night, leaving him and his sister alone. And so he started cooking for themselves and Noah discovered something he was truly good at.

At least Jane said his food was “amazing”.

“…Yeah, I heard it too. But don’t think about it now.” – he squeezed the girl’s shoulder, trying to comfort her. – “Why don’t we go play?”

Jane wipped off the tears of her face and smiled slightly.

“Can we call MC?”

Of course she wanted to play with MC. It was always everything about MC.

MC moved to Westchester with her family a year before and lived just a half mile away from the twins. She and Jane got along instantly and became best friends, doing practically everything together and spending all the time together.

And Noah wasn’t very happy about it. Before she came and took his place, he and Jane were a team like it was supposed to be.

He even attempted to runaway from home a couple of nights before, because he felt that Jane liked her best friend more than him. But after he confessed this to his sister, she just laughed and told him that he was her twin and that he was irreplaceable. Noah felt slightly better after it, but the boy couldn’t control the way he felt, so he still was a little jealous of MC.

“Yeah.” – he finally answered, forcing a smile.

“YAY!” – Jane jumped in excitement and grabbed him by the arm. – “Let’s go see if she’s at home!”

MC was at home. Her mom had let her play with them, but if they were going to play outside, she better be back home for dinner.

“Where do you guys want to play?” – MC asked. They were at the living room deciding what to do.

“We could play with Mr. Red!” – Jane proposed, happily. But Noah said no.  – “Why? You never want to play with Mr. Red!” – she screamed, her face turning red with anger.

“I just don’t trust him!”

“You liar! You don’t want to because you’re afraid!”

The boy’s face turned bright red too, while he yelled back:

“I’m not afraid of anything!”

“Guys…” – MC tried to interrupt, but the twins didn’t hear her.

“Yes, you are!”

“No, I’m not!”

“GUYS!” – they both imeddiately stopped yelling at each other and looked at MC. – “Stop fighting!”

The redhead girl pulled her friend’s arm:

“MC! Don’t you agree with me? Noah is being a big baby!”

“I’m not a baby!” – Noah answered back, feeling that he has lost the argument.

Of course MC would be on Jane’s side. She was her best friend.

Besides, she was never afraid of anything. That’s why Jane told her about Mr. Red first, instead of him. How could he compete with MC? She was just so good at everything!

And not a coward or weak like him.

Actually, she was the bravest person he had ever met.

“…No, Jane, Noah is right.” – he heard MC saying.

“What?!” – the twins screamed together.

“We can’t play with Mr. Red. Not today. Everyone plays together.”

“But…”

“…And not everyone can come play today. Lily is on that summer camp, Andy is out of town with his and Tom’s families, Dan is on his grandma’s birthday party, Ava is grounded, Lucas has to study and Stacy said that her mom won’t let her come, after she found out that we were playing in the woods last time.” – she explained. – “It might be dangerous just us three. Don’t you remember the first time we went there? Just the two of us? Mr. Red almost took you.”

“But this time will be different! He is our friend!” – Jane stubbornly insisted. – “And you promised that you’d protect me no matter what!”

“I know, but…”

“But it’s safer if we don’t play with Mr. Red today, Jane.” – Noah said, firmly. He and MC shared an agreement look. – “It’s settled then, we won’t play with Mr. Red.”

“We could play something else. Like Twister!” – MC proposed, but Jane’s face was red again.

“Screw you both!” – his sister yelled, but she ran upstairs to MC’s bedroom anyway.

Noah and MC looked at each other before chuckling together.

“…Thanks, I guess…” – he muttered, shoving his hand inside the pockets of his striped hoodie. – “I’m her brother, but Jane only listens to you.”

“She listens to both o fus.” – the girl answered, with a warm smile on her lips. – “Jane told me about your parents…”

“Of course she did.” – he rolled his eyes, wih an annoyed expression on his face.

“…And that you're always taking care of her.” – her smile widened. – “You’re an amazing brother, Noah.” – she giggled when he blushed.

And that was the worst part.

Despite being jealous of MC, the boy was unable to hate her, even though he tried really hard. MC was so nice. And he kinda liked when she smiled or laughed at him. In fact, he liked MC too, since the very beggining, when they met her, a year before. But she became more friends with Jane. The truth was that he was jealous of both girls.

“Let’s go play.” – she said and he nodded, a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah, let’s go play.”

Suddenly, he was back to the Westchester High gym, the pep rally about to start. And MC was talking to him.

“So… What’s been up to you? We haven’t really talked since…”

He felt his heart ache a little. Noah knew right away about what she was talking about.

“Yeah… I know.” – he said with a blank face, trying to hide his feelings.

Thankfully, the rally started, with Lucas walking up to the podium.

While MC was commenting about their old friends, Noah couldn’t help but think, again.

If Jane was here…

Part of him kinda hoped that he and MC would still be friends. But… Just friends?

Looking at her now, sitting right next to him… He felt an urge to wrap his arms around her and feel the warmth of her body against his.

He watched her lips moving, saying something about the cheer squad, and he wondered if they were soft and what was their taste.

Noah suddenly clenched his teeth, mentally ordering himself to stop imagining things. MC would never be interested in him. They even weren’t friends anymore.

Somehow, he managed to answer her without showing any emotion.

And then, it happened.

The lights flickered before shutting down. Lucas tried to say something, but then the gym doors were blown open with a loud bang.

And he could hear it. With the wind. Him.

The lights flickered back the same time Noah grabbed MC’s arm.

“Gah! What are you…” – she jumped, startled by him, but he interrupted her:

“Shut up! Do you hear that?” – he screamed, feeling a chill going down his spine.

“Hear what?”

“Ssssshhhhh!”

MC finally shut the hell up and her eyes widened when she heard it.

“Oh no…” – she muttered, before the lights went down one more time and the music completely stopped.

And then, Noah heard it again. The horrible voice of that monster who ended with his life without killing him.

The voice of that bastard who killed Jane.

“Everyone… plays… together…”

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