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live-laugh-lenney · 3 years

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The One Where YN Meets Will.

Hello, hi!

I’m Emily, I’ve had this blog for a few months now and I’m not sure what I want to do with it, apart from reblog gifs of Will and catch up on all things Youtube and the Eboys and the Sidemen and all that. Thought about giving writing a go, since I’ve done some before on another blog for another fandom, and this came from my brain as an attempt at writing for WillNE.

I am willing to take requests or write anything that anyone wants me to write about, if anyone would like one written for a specific idea.

Hope you like it. x

A consistent buzz came beside her.

Rumbling on top of her bedside table, her phone laid overturned and ringing with an incoming call from someone, charging on the thick Stephen King book that she was halfway through reading, ripples rolling over the surface of the water in the tall glass placed next to it, that she took to bed with her the previous night. She glanced at the salt lamp, small and jagged-looking and emitting a dull orange glow behind the sunlight that streamed through her windows, and gave herself a tut for leaving it on overnight; she couldn’t remember leaving it on although she couldn’t help but give a mental clap at how truthful the benefits of having a Himilayan salt lamp had been.

‘MUM’

The three letter word flashed at her in bold text, above a candid photo that someone had taken of her and her mum in a heart-to-heart chat in the middle of a family barbecue that had taken a turn once her father had found the alcohol stash in the garage and turned a casual family get-together into a night where everyone stumbled over the front doorstep on their way out. A heart-to-heart conversation that had them both smiling brightly at one another.

“Mum, hi.”

“Hi, darling.” Her voice sounded so soft, so sweet, inviting and warm and YN missed her more than anything; if she had anything to say about moving miles away, she would always give the advice of making sure distance was something you could handle. “You sound tired, did I wake you? I thought you’d be on your way to work by now.”

YN looked at the red numbers on the screen of her alarm clock, reading 7:45, and she had a tiny freak-out for a brief moment before she came to the realisation that it was her day off and she wasn’t due into work until after the weekend had finished.

“You did, yeah. I’m not due at work today though. They gave me the day off since my boss’ schedule is just meetings out of town today. He’s up North for conferences and such and it was late notice for me so he didn’t mind me not accompanying him. I wouldn’t have been able to do much anyway,” YN clarified and she used her free hand to push herself up from the mattress. Her hair was knotted and pillow-messed, sticking up in all directions and falling loose from the ponytail she’d thrown it up in before she fell asleep. Her t-shirt twisted around her middle which she adjusted with her fingers, bringing her knees to her chest and staring out the window as the sun continued its rise in the horizon. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t fuss about me,” she heard her mother tut from down the line. But YN couldn’t help but fuss over the two of them; if she lived closer to them, she wouldn’t worry so much because they’d be just a short distance away if they needed her help. But she didn’t live close and she hadn’t done for almost two years; she lived almost 300 miles northeast of where she used to live with her parents and it wouldn’t take her more than twenty minutes to tend to their needs. “We’re both fine, stop worrying yourself, darling. Your dad’s been back doing his gardening so he’s out there already. Watering his flowers, spraying fertiliser, cleaning all the fox poo up. He’s been growing some veggies in the plot next to the greenhouse so you can take some back when you next come to visit.”

YN smiled to herself, bringing her shoulders to her jawline before dropping them and relaxing against her headboard. The back of her head resting against the plush velvet, coloured a clean white, and her toes curled into the sheet beneath her, her fist clutching the duvet as she brought it tighter to her body.

“You can always send me some in a box? Or you could come and visit and drop them off yourself? You know I’ve got the spare room in the new place if you want to come up for a weekend. It’s vacant, just full of my empty moving boxes and bags that I haven’t gotten rid of yet,” YN said, a yawn creeping up her throat that she hid with the palm of her hand, “I need dad’s handyman work to come and help put some shelves up. You’ve not seen it yet.”

“Your dad said it’s a lovely flat. Lovely view. Lovely building. But, you know what he’s like when it comes to describing things. Everything’s lovely,” her mother snorted and YN laughed softly; her father had always been vague and she’s pretty sure that she’d never heard him use any other word to describe something other than ‘lovely’. “We’ve been talking about paying you a visit.”

“Please do. It’s a little lonely here by myself. I’m yet to meet new friends or have a chat with the neighbours. Everyone’s either back in Cornwall or back in Hackney and both are a hefty distance away.”

YN had never considered herself as an introvert so to call herself lonely felt strange.

She was always the friend who asked for the bill, she was the friend who made the complaint in a restaurant when a plate of food came back wrong, she was the friend who made advances on blokes in pubs and clubs because her friends were too shy to go and introduce themselves and she was the friend who always carried the responsibility of making polite conversation with people in pubs when they needed a table to perch themselves at. She was that friend. So making friends with strangers and starting conversations with her co-workers and approaching others who she found had kind features was never something she struggled with.

Moving to a new place and having to make new relationships and form new bonds, regardless of how far it was from the bonds and relationships you already had, she found it daunting to start fresh.

“What are you doing today?”

“I’m not sure. The weather is really nice and it looks warm out so I might go and explore Canary Wharf and see what’s around. I need to do some shopping, food and furniture, so I might do some of that,” YN rolled onto her side and let her cheek rest against the cold side of her mattress, the backs of her thighs exposed to the cool air of her bedroom as her t-shirt rose up her body; and she made a mental note to buy herself so proper pyjamas because knickers and an oversized t-shirt could cause more problems than expected. “We’ve got a lovely grass area outside the block of flats so I might sit out there, soak up the sunshine, read a book and eat some lunch. I don’t know. Might see how the day goes, I have a good feeling about it.”

“Go exploring. You can find some places to show us when we come to visit,” and YN smiled.

“I’ll do that. You’ll love it mum. This place is amazing. I feel so lucky to have been given something as beautiful as this. I had a crack den for my first flat so this feels like a dream,” she stared at her ceiling. There was no yellow tint from how the previous tenants smoked inside and there were no unusually coloured stains on the ceiling’s coving that caught the eye because of how a stain of that colour shouldn’t have been there, leaving the mystery of just how it got there… and YN didn’t need that kind of stress over something like that. “It doesn’t smell like pee, there’s no syringes outside and there’s no sign of vomit or shit stains on the floor because it’s all laminate.”

“You deserve it, darling. You really do.”

“It’s clean, mum. It came clean, it smells clean, it looks clean. Everything looks brand new and,” YN pauses for a moment, rolling onto her stomach and she sighs with content, “I love it.”

After hanging up, she contemplated getting up and getting dressed for the day.

It felt rather tempting to stay in her comfortable loungewear and enjoy the silence, the time to herself and the time off she had been after for so long, taking advantage of Deliveroo and ordering food for breakfast, lunch and dinner rather than cooking something homemade and having the leftovers the next day (or for when she woke up in the early hours with a hankering for something to nibble on, because she could, because she didn’t have an authority figure to tell her no).

By the time her phone call ended with her mother, it was a little over forty-five minutes later and her alarm clock showed a time that she didn’t want to see on her day off; 8:35am. She expected another hour or two added on to her usual sleep schedule, to make a difference to the usual 6am alarm call that had her detesting her job just a tiny bit, but it wasn’t frowned upon because she’d take any given opportunity to speak to her mother. The one person she called her best friend because she really was the only person, apart from her father, that she’d drop anything and everything important for. Her sleep didn’t matter when she got to her the voice of someone she missed so dearly.

Porridge and fruit, a colourful array of strawberries and blueberries and bananas and cranberries in her bowl, and a warm cup of tea had been her breakfast as she caught up with the lifestyle Youtube channel she had been in the loop with. A Youtube channel that she had been a big fan of from the moment she moved to London, one who she turned to in times of need, one that she stumbled across when googling aesthetically pleasing ways to decorate a flat because she really needed to do something about how her Hackney flat had looked before a lick of paint and a hanging plant, one that she continued to view and like and followed tips from, even when it came to her new flat.

“Don’t be afraid to like monochrome and definitely don’t be afraid to follow a colour scheme that might seem ‘out there’ and in your face. If you like lime green then go paint a portion of your wall that colour. If you like the brightest shade of pink then go mad and add some colour to your life. You can never feel more organised than when your surroundings follow a consistent pattern that brings immense amounts of joy when you enter.”

The young girl on her screen, with space-buns either side of her head and an outfit that definitely came from a trendy thrift store clothes rail, sat before a wall of a delicious shade of peach that YN thought looked lovely; not for herself, because she’d stuck with the whites and the greys and the blacks that her flat already consisted of, but perfect for the young twenty-something year old.

“There are loads of websites where you can buy hanging plants, or artificial hanging baskets, and hanging canvas prints and wall art. I’m always looking for new things to buy so I’ll link some of my favourite online stores for you to check out; hit my Instagram mentions up with photos of things you’ve brought, too. That’s what I love to see.”

YN’s spoon clinked against the ceramic bowl in front of her as she pushed it away from her, reaching for her television remote and turning off her Youtube app, her television turning off completely and leaving a black screen behind. The flat falling silent. She looked around her, drumming her fingers against the tabletop, eyes squinting as the sunlight streamed through the wall-to-ceiling windows and made everything feel bright..

As much as she warmed to the idea of staying inside and ordering furniture and decor for her home, scrolling through online stores to buy something she thought she needed but really didn’t need, she had a good feeling about the upcoming day.

“Listen, love, I’m not sure if you could tell but I’m not exactly a people person. I don’t know you, don’t want to know you, have no plans to get to know you. You might live in the building but that doesn’t mean we need to be friendly.”

He spoke with such vigour in his voice that YN could only keep quiet so as to not entice a negative reaction out of him in such a confined space because confrontation was something she was never comfortable with. Sure, she’d endured confrontation before but that was from people she had been acquainted with, the ones she was friends with, people she saw on a daily basis and from people she worked with, from those who were supposed to confront her when something was wrong or hadn’t been down in a way it was supposed to be done; her boss, mainly. This man was a complete stranger, someone she didn’t know,someone she’d never seen before so instant regret filled her veins. She thought he looked friendly enough to start a quick conversation, to make the lift ride seem a little less boring, filling the empty space with general chit-chat.

Cowering away from him and almost closing in on herself, even though his attention stayed focused on the screen of his phone as he scrolled through a social media app, she thought he’d finished with her and she hadn’t expected him to perk up anymore.

“Not everyone likes to chat to strangers.”

“Well, I like chatting to strangers so don’t mind him,” a quirky Geordie accent perked up from behind her, her posture adjusting at the sudden appearance of someone behind her; she’s sure she didn’t see anyone else in the lift, apart from the towering bloke beside her, when she stepped into the lift but, then again, he was tucked away in the corner with a cap on his head and she had been looking at the floor as she entered because a mark on her white shoe had caught her attention. “Come chat to me, if you want. Promise I won’t bite your head off like matey-boy there.”

Her trainers squeaked on the floor as she spun around, eyes raking up and down his figure so she could get a good look at who the voice belonged to, almost staking him out in a way. He was a handsome chap, with brown hair sticking out from beneath a black cap upon his head that he’d pulled quite far down his forehead, a cheeky grin on his face that made the mood in the lift much brighter. There was a graphic print printed on the front of the black hoodie he had decided to throw on, the commonly-known Adidas stripes lining the length of his joggers, trainers on his feet with the laces loose and almost untying by themselves (clumsy, she assumed he was, because there’s no way he wouldn’t trip over them as soon as they loosened completely).

“I’m Will. Will Lenney.”

“I’m YN.”

“Do I get your surname? S’only fair since I told you mine.”

She laughed softly and replied with her surname, a look of appreciation on his features as he held his hand out for her to take, which she gladly shook with her own. Skin so soft, fingers so delicate, with a hold so strong that she couldn’t find herself letting go. She didn’t want to let go. This was the first contact she’d had with someone new, in a month of being new to the area, and it just so happened to be with someone she found rather attractive to the eye.

The bloke from before, who had tore down her attempts at being the friendly neighbour who he would, no doubt, see quite often, couldn’t help but let out the strongest sigh of annoyance. A sound that brought them back to reality, hands falling from their hold, dropping back down to their sides with a faint rosy-look on their cheeks that didn’t come from how warm it was. A sound that made the both of them turn their noses up, that made them their eyebrows scrunch on their browlines and made them want to really throw words at him until he gained some manners. Yet they ignored him because he wasn’t worth the time.

“You’re new here, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” he started, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder that had slipped with the movement of his arm falling down to his side. His fingertips and right down to the middle of his palm still felt heavy with the thought of her hand still in his. “I’d remember such a beautiful face.”

The heat already on her cheeks reached boiling and she knew her flushed look caught his attention. His smile turning into a grin which had her looking at her feet, shyly. A handsome lad with a sense of immense charm about him; she liked him and it wasn’t typical of her to form an attraction at such an early stage.

“Yeah, I moved in about a month ago. Floor 10, right at the end of the corridor. A proper upgrade from where I used to be located but thanks to my work, they moved me from my previous office block to my current office block in Canary Wharf and said they’d move me closer if necessary,” she thought she was rambling and she expected a look of faint annoyance on his features that would silently tell her to shut up. She picked at the loose string hanging from the hem of her t-shirt and twirled it around her finger, looking up from her feet and seeing a look of intense concentration on his face, enticing her to carry on. “The move was necessary. Completely necessary. It wasn’t a nice place where I was before, it was the first thing I saw on the website and I was desperate for somewhere to live. If I stayed there, I would be half an hour away otherwise.”

Canary Wharf.

It was a complete upgrade from the streets of Hackney and the dingy flat she had become so accustomed to for a little less than a year; the smell of weed and tobacco would fill the corridors and hit her in the face when she left her front door, the lights were always dim and flickered and the lifts were rickety and untrustworthy, discarded bikes and scooters and old prams and baby-carriers littered the space between one end of the hallway to the other, suspicious figures dressed in black hoodies and grey joggers always greeted her with stone-cold faces and squared-up jaws. An attempt, she guessed, to look like they were the typical hardnuts of the complex and that they weren’t to be messed with, even if it was just a polite ‘excuse me’ to pass them by and to be out of their hair within a moment.

It wasn’t all bad, regardless. Her neighbours were sweethearts, they always said hello and invited her in for cups of tea and a slice of cake after she finished work, most people were kind and warm and had their own back stories as to why they chose such a place to live - she could only imagine that the building was a nice place to live, with residents who took care of themselves and the place they lived in, before London gangs took over and were on the high of increasing and before drug dealers became more frequent on the streets - and her life, thank god, was never bothered. No one intervened, no one found her life to be their business to spread and life felt normal; she had a home, somewhere to live, somewhere to sleep and eat and shower and feel warm and cosy in a bed. Even if it wasn’t as nice as she had wanted it to be, she had somewhere.

Her new flat was almost dream-like if you compared it to what she lived in before. It made her Hackney flat look like a pit; a drug-den, if you will. She could wake up to pure sunshine filtering through double-glazed windows and there was no chance that she would be rudely woken up in the middle of the night from the ghoulish moans of the wind getting trapped between cracked window panes or the drunken yells of people stumbling down the hallways back to their homes. She could walk to her new place of work rather than hop on public transport and she could take the time to explore a side of London she never had the chance to see. Her floor was laminated wood, heated when the nights were cold, and there were no stains of garishly and disgusting colours of god-knows-what from previous tenants who had lived there. The view was beautiful, she could see right to the end of the horizon, and the scenes she was greeted with on her arrival home were almost picturesque… except pictures could never do it justice.

She’d been there for a month.

A whole four weeks.

And she could already feel improvements in her lifestyle that weren’t so bold before. She woke up happier and didn’t feel the need to stay in bed for a lie-in, she felt happier during the day and had a bob in her step that brought light to her office block, she felt safe when she walked out the reception and into the open space by the entrance and didn’t feel like she would be jumped by hiding predators if she arrived home late at night. She was friendly with her neighbours, always popped round to give them any post that had been posted through her mailbox by accident or if deliveries were left with them when she’d been at work and always started a conversation with them when they stood waiting for the lift to arrive on their floor.

“Oh, nice. What is it-”

The ding of the lift stopped Will mid-sentence, silenced them and halted their conversation as the doors opened to reveal the reception floor, empty and desolate from people. It was mid-morning, almost lunchtime, so YN had assumed most were working or out in the streets of London to enjoy the sunshine; the latter being what she had planned to do.

The man from the lift, who had tucked himself in the corner and stuck earphones in to block out their conversation, made sure he was the first one out and disappeared before YN could give him a sarcastic goodbye, not that he would have heard her anyway so she settled with a wave, a really exaggerated and over-the-top wiggle of her fingers, and hoped he saw it in the reflection of the window as he left and disappeared into the mass of people walking by their block of apartments.

“You’re a right character, you,” Will admitted, nudging her with his elbow and smirking at her, “what is it you do, job-wise? That’s what I wanted to ask.”

“I’m a PA for a CEO at an advertising company. A personal assistant who runs and gets coffee for everyone, gets lunch during her lunch-break, who organises meetings and creates schedules and gets the big boss what he wants when he wants it,” she clarified, “it’s not exactly the best job and I wish I was doing something I wanted to do but it pays well. For now, it’s enough to get me by and keep this place.”

They started walking toward the automatic doors of the entrance, feeling the cool air of the shade on their exposed skin that definitely disappeared as soon as the sunshine hit them, coming to a stop just by a brick wall. Young children were running around with their parents walking behind, cyclists were dinging bells to pass through large groups and groups of university students were huddled on the grass, eating lunches they’d brought from restaurants on their way, backpacks discarded and being used as pillows as they laughed and joked. Tourists were taking photos and posing to show off where they’d been and what they got up to when it came to showing their friends back home and businessmen and businesswomen were almost speed-walking to get back to their offices in time with a styrofoam takeaway lunch in their hands.

“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I? Just tell me to piss off if I am.”

“No, no. Don’t be silly. I’m only popping round the corner to see my mate. He won’t mind if I’m late,” he said, perching down on the brick wall and patting the space beside him. The legs of his ankles rose up to show the white ankle socks he’d paired with his trainers., “What is it you want to do as a job? Just, the way you talk about your job now makes it sound like you don’t like it.”

“I do like it there. But I don’t want to be a personal assistant, running round London to get coffee and sandwiches, for the rest of my life. I’ve always dabbled in blogging, taking photos, talking about nonsense and stuff. Posting videos and vlogging, too. I’ve tried it out as something fun, documenting holidays and stuff, and I’d love to do something with that and take it further but... I don’t know,” she sat down beside him, sliding her bag off of her shoulder and setting it on her lap, arm looped underneath the handles to keep it from spilling the contents inside, “I don’t want to be a social influencer but someone who does what she wants to do and gets by by just being herself. No companies to promote her or anything. Nothing to boost her. All her,” she stared off into the distance, tapping the heel of her foot against the concrete. Will nodded. “What do you do?”

“I, uh,” he scoffed out a laugh and rubbed the nape of his neck. His hat fell from his head and he decided to swap the shade of the cap to the sunglasses he had hanging from the neck of his hoodie, “funnily enough, I post videos on Youtube. I’m a Youtuber.”

Her head whipped round and she gawked at him. Eyes wide, mouth agape and her hand found his forearm, squeezing it tightly with excitement.

“You’re not?”

“I am, yeah. I was in university, didn’t like what I was studying, and I was told that if I really felt strongly about this Youtube malarky then I should pursue it to its possible potential and see where I end up. My mum’s words, not mine,” he snorted. He felt her hand loosen around his forearm and he watched her face become rigid as she came to the realisation of what she’d done. He dismissed it because he didn’t want to embarrass her but, really, he didn’t mind and he found it endearing. “I’m not that big or popular or anything but I’ve got a couple million subscribe-”

“Not that big,” she mocked and rolled her eyes, “a couple million subscribers is huge. I’ll have to search you up. What’s your channel name?”

“WillNE. Like, Will then an N then an E. Like a-”

“Like a play on words with your surname,” she grinned as she proudly finished his sentence for him and he nodded, rather pleased with himself; and she had to give it to him, it was something special, unique and rather creative than some of the stand-out names she could think of from the platform. Some were really out there and had no relevance to who they were nor what they spoke about, some were vague and some were almost as bonkers as the people who came up with them. “That’s really cool. This is really cool. A famous Youtuber lives in my flat complex... I’m talking to a famous Youtuber right now... heck, I’ve managed to keep my cool around someone famous and I’m amazed I haven’t embarrassed myself. Wait till I tell my friends about this. They won’t believe me.”

“They’re not fangirls or anything, are they?”

“No, ha. If anyone’s the fangirl out of my friends then it’s me. I’ll find myself watching Youtube when I’ve got nothing else to do,” she admitted, “cooking dinner? I’ll stick someone on to watch. Can’t sleep? I’ll just binge watch someone until I’m tired. Day off and there’s nothing to do? I’ll find a channel and just let it go from there.”

“Maybe I’ll pop up on there one day. I’ll help cure your boredom,” Will grinned, “then you can say ‘hey, that’s one of my mates there on my telly, that is’.”

A comfortable silence swallowed the both of them as they sat and let the seconds tick by. The tweets of the birds came from above, distant chatter came from the students lounging on the grass behind, scuffs of soles signified people were walking and jogging nearby and despite the feeling of time coming to end between the two of them, neither of them wanted to leave the other, neither wanted to bring the conversation to an end and neither of them wanted to part ways.

“So, we’re mates, huh?”

“Yeah, I reckon so,” Will smiled. Eyes locking with hers for a brief second, long enough to catch the twinkle in her eye and the genuine smile that lifted up her lips, “you’re a good’un. I like you. I think we’ll get along really bloody well, me and you.”

(WILL’S TEXTS. YN’S TEXTS.)

Filming a video tomorrow. Fancy coming by?

Won’t I get in the way?

Bollocks will you. Come along. Please. You can see firsthand how to make a Youtube video since you said you’ve always thought about it.

Where?

Only at my place. A TWOTI.

This Week On The Internet… nice one. I’ll be there.

You’ve done your research on me!

Spent all day googling you. As soon as you walked away, I started my research and I cut my day short so I could come home and watch your videos. Just call me a superfan now.

Superfan, ha.

I’ll have to test you. Could get you in a video to see if you’re my biggest fan.

Try me. I’ll get full marks. Your subscribers will look like phonies compared to me, hahaha.

You might have to sit off camera, out of shot, tomorrow. If I don’t finish everything by the time you get here, that is. No distractions. No pulling faces behind the camera.

I’ll be on my best behaviour. I’ll fangirl at the door, drop my Twitter handle into conversation, ask for a signature and a photo and then I’ll be fine.

I’m not going to regret this, am I?

You won’t hear a peep out of me. Promise.

Come by after lunch then. We can get some takeaway for lunch or something, if you don’t eat before, and I’ll have some bits filmed by the time you get here so you won’t have to sit in silence for too long.

Make it 1pm and it’s a deal.

Why 1pm?

It’s Saturday tomorrow. I don’t get up before noon on the weekends. Not even for you, mister big-shot Youtuber. ;)

And here I was, thinking you would throw your routine away for your new best mate.

Nice try.. see you tomorrow, William.

Ohh, serious. Full name and all. I see how it is, YN.

Goodnight, you muppet.

See you tomorrow. x

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thatwitchyaunt · 3 years

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Makeup for Magick/Ritual p2: Ostara - The Spring Equinox (Pt 2 of 2)

(Juvia's Place cont.)

Left to Right: The Sweet Pinks, The Violets, and The Mauves

The mini palettes are definitely more like "companion palettes". With The Sweet Pinks, most of the palette leans more bright/neon pink. The top right shade and the bottom left shade are more that classic pink that I reach for around this time.

The Violets is beautiful purple palette, and has more depth than the others. Not a lot, but some.

The Mauves has about as much depth as the Sweet Pinks, but the color story is more cohesive. The bottom middle is a beautiful duochrome, but you need to wet your brush or use glitter glue to make it more opaque. Note to self, try pairing palette with a minty metallic. Bet that'd be cute!

Left: The Masquerade Mini, Right: The Magic Mini

The Masquerade Mini's top two colorful rows are beautiful pops for some of the nudes in the bottom two rows. Almost all of The Magic Mini's shimmers are great for Ostara/Spring Equinox except for the two silvery/grey shades in the bottom half. Pinks, golden yellow, a purple/blue duochrome, bright green, even that sea blue-green shade could work. The top warm tone mattes are, won't lie, basic, but they're really good. And the shade Kogi makes for a nice pink blush.

Next, Shroud Cosmetics!

On the right, we have the Creepy Cute palette. This one's obvious: pastels for days! So good. And on the left, is the Shroud x Beautbean It's Freakin' Bats palette. I know this doesn't seem very Ostara/Spring Equinox, but listen… Spooky (duochrome), Apparition (duochrome)and Zero and great spring purply-blues, and Handbook is a very bright chartreuse green that could be great for spring.

Last, but not least, Give Me Glow!

Top: Summer Vibes,Vintage Rose; Bottom: Sweet & Sticky, Vivid Rose

Ignore my broken Summer Vibes palette, please and thank you! If you cover up the two turquoise shades, the hot pink, and the bright orange, the rest have a spring vibe. Tan Lines, Skinny Dip, Bronzed Bombshell and Coconut Slushie would be nice spring nudes (along with Peach Snowcone), and Mango Margarita, Sunny and Fireworks are honestly a great combo for a yellow-orange daffodil look, and those start popping up around this time. Perfect!

Vintage Rose is what it says on the tin. A nice rosy pink and floral green palette. It's little sister, Vivid Rose, has all those bright pinks, berries and floral purples. Throw in some green and you'll look like a regular spring garden. The final palette, Sweet & Sticky, is a nice warm nude palette with a pop of butter yellow. I'd stick with every shade but the darkest. If nudes is more your thing, this is a good palette to use as a base, maybe with a pop of color in the inner crease.

Time for singles! We got 36 GMG shadows to start with. Some of them are discontinued, and a few of those are still available on the GMG site until they sell out. As I type this, Kiwi is discontinued but still in stock. So if you're looking for new singles for your collection, keep that in mind. These are all so much prettier in real life. Damn my garbage phone camera!

Small Palette (Right to Left, Top to Bottom):

Nudes, Pinks, and Nude Pinks

TBT - Deep burnt rustic orange

Last Summer - A muted peachy orange

Cream Please - Creamy ultra-pale beige

Highlight - Pale champagne gold

Flamingo - Hot coral pink

Pink Lemonade - Pink with electric gold a baby blue shifts

No Filter - Purple-mauve

Halo - White with baby blue and gold shifts

Nude Rose - Pale pink nude

Kitty - Ultra pale nude pink

Pink Champagne - Pink with champagne beige undertones

On Ice - Pale champagne nude

Large Palette (Right to Left, Top to Bottom):

Colorful and Pastel Duos, and One Special Shade

Bubblegum - Pale bubblegum pink

Princess Pink - Icy medium tone pink

Electric Purple - Neon pastel purple

Pretty Little Lilac - Icy lavender

Sky High - Bright sky blue

Bubbles - True icy blue

Wink - Deep periwinkle

Peri - Periwinkle

Grapeness - Deep blue violet

Electric Unicorn - A white base with pastel strong electric green and yellow shifts but strong pink with a flash. If you only pick up one new shade for Spring Equinox, make it this one!

Limeade - Lime green

Kiwi - Kiwi green. Perfect spring green

Fierce - Pale orange peach

Creamsicle - Pale icy orange

Lucky Charm - Pale golden yellow

My Sunshine - Sunny yellow

Lemon Lime - Electric green with shifts of banana yellow

Sour Apple - True electric apple green

Strawberry Lollipop - Reddish pink

Pink Frosting - Icy bubble gum pink

Raspberry Cheesecake - Blue based raspberry pink

Jellyfish - Deep fuchsia w/ purple shift

Mojito - Electric Turquoise

Electric Mint - Mint green with electric gold shifts

Shroud Cosmetics

Enigma - Purple with an intense aqua duochrome

Vigor - Lemon-lime soda green

Vigil - True yellow gold

Oracle - Creamy gold shimmer with intense gold shifts

Soulstone - Slightly muted magenta

Colourpop

Glass Bull - Duochrome lavender icy-blue. 10/10 inner corner highlight.

And that’s it! Holy crap, I actually got it finished… Maybe it'll actually stick this time. Ha!

Note to self: type future long posts into one note first. Just in case.

Now you know what to do! Shop you're stash and see what you already have that's perfect for the (next) first day of spring! Reblog with your Ostara makeup stash, too if you'd like. Let's see what we got!

#Makeup for Magick/Ritual #Ostara #Spring Equinox #sabbats #travel witchcraft #broom closet #witchcraft #magick #rituals

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 3 years

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Ownership - Chapter 24 (A Kylo RenxOC AU)

Cora Ardmore and Kylo Ren work for rival companies, but they don’t know that until after they spend the night together. Once their identities are revealed to each other it’s a question of who will cave first?

This fic is mostly porn, pure kinky porn.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. If you would like to be tagged, let me know.

Warnings: No Cora in this chapter, Trauma Bonding, Manipulation, Snoke is an abuser and a manipulator, Language, Alcohol

Chapter 24

Kylo Ren

Monday rolled around quicker than I would have liked. Taking a seat in my office, I motioned for Mitaka to sit with me. He had his phone out, ready to take notes. Whilst Cora and I were on good terms and she seemed over what had happened at Phasma’s, I still felt the need to show I was sorry and make it up to her. “I want flowers ordered, red roses. And more of those truffles she likes. Maybe another bottle of wine too,” I instructed. Mitaka took note of them on his phone, nodding softly, “anything else, sir?” I’d ordered gifts like that for her before, I wanted to do something different. Something that would really blow her away.

“Maybe look at short luxury getaways too. I’d appreciate a list,” I added. “Of course, sir. I can have a list ready by the end of the day.” “Thank you.” Mitaka left, heading out to his desk and starting his search. Before I could get to work myself, there was a knock at the door. Snoke entered before I could call him in. Now I was on high alert. Snoke now only visited me when he wanted something. He smiled and sat opposite me. “Tarkin mentioned that the exchange went well,” Snoke began. “It went very smoothly, yes.”

“Do you think you could stay late tonight? There’s a shipment that will be collected from the men you met in Toronto. You won’t need to worry about security, that will be sorted. You just need to accept the money and make sure it goes smoothly again. If on the off chance they try to get greedy, I trust you’ll correct their mistake,” Snoke explained. That didn’t sit right with me. There would likely be much more of them, meaning I would be outnumbered. And if things went south, there was no way I could take all of them on. I had to do it regardless of how I felt. It would be a chance for more evidence to be gathered.

“Of course. I’m guessing security are in on this?” I asked. “Just the night guard. He makes sure the alarms are disabled and that the cameras aren’t recording. At least the ones that Kanji Klub know to look for. We have a few secret ones for insurance.” That caught my interest. If I could get hold of that footage, it would be evidence against Kanji Klub. “I’m guessing we have a lot of insurance measures in place with our more interesting customers?” I asked. Snoke smiled, “Sometimes it’s the best way to deal with such men.”

“What time are they due to arrive?” “Nine pm. They’ll meet you outside the warehouse shutter.” Snoke got to his feet with a soft smile. He re-buttoned his suit jacket and placed a hand on my shoulder. “I’m so glad I can trust you with this. I’d been meaning to bring you into the fold for a while, but I’d never known how to go about it. Tarkin thinks you’re too clever for your own good. Your clever yes, clever to have worked out something was going on but your someone I know I can trust, someone I could see running this place when I’m long gone.” Forcing a soft smile, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of guilt. Doubt crept in, and my stomach sunk.

Snoke left me to my work, only now I was being completely consumed by my thoughts. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was doing the right thing. If I could really go through with betraying this man. This man who was my boss, my mentor and a father figure. Snoke was more of a father figure to me than my own biological father. Snoke had given me my first proper home, was the source of my wealth, and without him I’d be nothing. I was in debt to the man; I owed him everything. But instead of repaying that debt, I was seeking to destroy him.

Was it even really worth it in the end? Was it worth losing my father figure, and friend? Would I even be able to fill his shoes as CEO? Would I be able to make the hard decisions that he had too for the good of the company? Snoke was only supplying to these groups, he wasn’t committing the same type of crime. Maybe it would have been better to stay silent about it all, instead of involving Cora. Because now she was in too deep to stop, not that she’d want to. Why the fuck was I even trying to rationalize Snokes actions and protect him?

Frustrated with myself, I left my office and headed outside for some air. Now was not the time to have doubts, I was already too deep to think about backing out now. Swallowing my guilt, I pulled out my burner phone and texted Cora. Can we meet for lunch? I’m going to need another one of those cameras. After a few minutes, the phone vibrated with a new message. Sure. Pick me up around 12:30. Now I just had to make sure Cora didn’t suspect my doubts.

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After lunch, I returned to my office with the camera already fastened to a button on my suit jacket. I’d text Cora again when I’d need her to start filming. Luckily, she hadn’t seemed to suspect anything was wrong. The last thing I needed was her worrying about me. Although she would probably be more worried about losing the story than anything. On my desk in plain view was a short list of luxury private islands. Mitaka as always had beaten the deadline, something he was good at. Pushing the list aside, I forced myself to focus on getting some kind of work done today.

Later around clocking out time for most of the staff, there was another knock at my door. Snoke, again. Only this time he was carrying a black leather-bound box with gold stitching and lettering across the front. He set the box in front of me with a soft smile. “I’d been meaning to save this for your birthday in a couple of months, but I felt now would be a more appropriate time to give it to you,” Snoke explained. My eyebrows raised in surprise as I read the words across the box. Teeling single malt whiskey. 37-year-old whiskey. Brewed November 19th 1983, the day I was born. This would have taken some tracking down and cost him a lot. The gesture was definitely touching, which only made me feel more guilty.

“Wow. Thank you. You really didn’t need to get me something so special,” I insisted. “Nonsense, your more than deserving of this. I only wish I could have gotten you more,” Snoke sat opposite me, “you know you’ve always been like a son to me, Kylo. If I had been lucky enough to have children, I only wish they would have turned out like you.” Avoiding his gaze, I had no idea how to respond to that. The nicer things he did or said to me only made me feel worse about this whole situation. “I’m glad our paths crossed when they did. Your parents were fools to push you away, even more so to never and try to reach out to you. But your better off without them, aren’t you?” Snoke continued.

My fists clenched at the thought of my parents, I remembered that night so well. The night that I left. Dad had told me he’d never wanted to see me again, and so far, so good. I was always the disappointment; they were never proud of me or showed much love or affection. So leaving them had been easy, and the fact they never tried to contact me had just made things easier in the long run. “I am. I’m better off here, with you,” I admitted. Snoke smiled, “I agree. If I hadn’t of found you, who knows where you would have ended up.” Probably stuck as a lance corporal until I was killed in action. I didn’t just owe Snoke everything; I owed him my life.

Snoke glanced at the clock and got to his feet, “I have to get going, I’ve got an important dinner meeting to get too. Thank you for agreeing to do this for me tonight and I’m sorry it’s on such short notice. I’ll catch up with you in the morning.” “Thank you again for the gift. It was very thoughtful.” Snoke exited my office, closing the door behind him. A few minutes later there was another softer knock at the door before Mitaka entered my office. I frowned softly and glanced at the clock; he should have clocked out by now. “You should be on your way home,” I mentioned. “I wanted to stay late, sir. Help you out with tonight.”

A small smile spread across my face, “you don’t have to do that.” “I want too. Even if it’s just to offer moral support. I understand what your doing is difficult for you, sir. I figured it might be easier if you had a friend by your side.” Sighing, I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the collar, “am I doing the right thing?” Mitaka smiled sympathetically, “you are, sir. And that may be hard to see at the moment, but once the hard parts are over, you’ll be sure.” “I hope so.”

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 4 years

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Turning Into Butter

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (sorta)

Warnings: None really. Embarrassed reader and an almost naked Dean if that counts.

Squares Filled: Caught red-handed for @spnfluffbingo

Word Count: 823

A/N: This is my entry for @spnfanficpond unfic challenge. My prompt was “I think I accidentally made butter.”

Betaed by: no one - all mistakes are mine

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You were humming to yourself as you roamed the Bunker kitchen. It was your favorite room in the place. It felt like a real home and family. You smiled to yourself when you thought of Dean and how he had said you were the reason it did. It wasn’t true though. Everyone made it feel like home. It was the place everyone came to relax when they still wanted the company of others. Even Cas who didn’t really need the room or the food it held.

This morning Sam and Eileen were at the table, sitting close together, giggling at something. You smiled, when you saw them together like that. They deserved to be happy and they looked so sweet together.

“What are you making?” Sam asked when your eyes met and he smiled at you.

“Another pie,” Eileen deadpanned, rolling her eyes lovingly and sending you a teasing smile as you blushed looking down.

“I found this new recipe I wanted to try that’s all,” you argued without looking up but choosing to focus on the dough you were rolling. You pretended you didn’t see the look the two of them shared when you turned around to put the crust into the oven.

“So which one are you making him this time?” Sam teased as you returned to the kitchen counter. You poked your tongue out at him.

You had known the brothers for a long time and Sam had become like a brother to you. Dean, on the other hand, had become something else. Especially since you had moved into the Bunker about a year ago. He was sweet, attentive and flirty. But that was just who he was. You were sure he didn’t see you the way you saw him. Still, you loved making him smile and the hugs he would give you whenever you made pie was well worth all the hours you spent in the kitchen lately.

“Banana Cream. But it’s not for him. It’s for all of us,” you argued, pouting when Sam laughed.

“Right,” Sam and Eileen spoke as one causing you to huff and pout as you returned to make the vanilla cream.

How you felt about Dean was the worst kept secret ever. Everyone knew. Sam, Eileen, Donna, Jody… even Cas knew. The only one oblivious to the fact you had fallen head over heels in love with the older Winchester was Dean himself. You thanked your lucky star for that at least. The last thing you wanted, was for things to be awkward between the two of you.

“SAM!” Dean’s voice echoed from down the hall and your eyes widened, looking up at the younger Winchester again.

“What did you do?” you asked, but Sam just shrugged, turning to face the door where a very angry Dean appeared. His hair was green which was probably what anyone would notice first but not you.

Dean was naked. Or as good as. He had a towel tied around his hips but the rest of him was bare, wet and right in front of you. You completely froze and you couldn’t help but stare at the man in front of you. You didn’t even really hear Sam and Dean’s argument. It had something to do with Dean stealing Sam’s shampoo and Sam having dosed it with green hair dye as revenge. You didn’t really care. Not when Dean was naked right in front of you in the middle of the kitchen.

You followed the drops of water as they traveled from his broad shoulders down his chest, to his narrow waist. You blushed brightly as you saw it take the path of his v line and disappear into the towel.

Luckily for you, Dean didn’t see, before he rushed back out of the kitchen promising his brother he was going to regret this. Eileen however had. She hadn’t bothered trying to follow the brothers’ current argument, instead, she had moved across the room and was now standing next to you, looking down into your bowl as she gently put a hand on your arm.

“Erhm. Y/N. I think the cream is done,” she spoke, clearly trying not to start laughing.

Her voice brought you back to reality and you finally looked down at what you were doing. The cream you had been whipping was completely stiff and you quickly turned off the mixer.

“Crap!” you swore and Eileen started laughing, calling Sam’s attention back to the two of you.

“What?” Sam frowned.

You sighed deeply, holding up the bowl so Sam could see it. No use in trying to hide your stupidity now that Eileen had seen it anyway.

“I think I accidentally made butter.”

Sam threw his head back laughing as Eileen threw her arms around you hugging you sideways as you hung your head.

“Just tell him,” Eileen prompted, laughing as you groaned in frustration and threw the vanilla cream butter into the trash.

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witchubby · 3 years

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hiiii

i got tagged by Dean @fatherharlot to do this and it looks like fun so here we go :3

Name: alex

Gender: none for me, thanks (they/them)

Star sign: leo sun, leo moon, cancer rising (im in danger)

Height: 180.5cm / 5’11 (and a half)”

Time: 11:38 AM

Birthday: August 20th

Favorite bands: ABBA, The Regrettes, LOONA, King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard, Magdalena Bay, Chloe x Halle since they’re not solo

Solo Artist: Carly Rae Jepsen, Cupcakke, Ayesha Erotica, Dorian Electra, Riña Sawayama, Tove Lo

Song stuck in my head: One, Two Step by Ciara

Last Movie: Lesbian Christmas Movie

Last show: The Simpsons

When did I create this blog: I first had tumblr end of 8th grade so,,,,, 2012 was my first tumblr. Created this one in 2017 after I deleted the old one.

What do I post?: I scroll through my dash and reblog whatever makes me laugh. Sometimes I doom post and that’s ok!

Last thing I googled: “pinafore”

Other blogs: a minecraft blog lmao

Do I get asks: sometimes !!

Following: 827

Followers: 726

Hours of sleep: 6ish, 8 on a good day

Lucky number: 5 or 8!

Instruments: more of a vocalist

What am I wearing: pink lorde “writer in the dark” shirt & nothing else cus im sittin on the toilet

Dream job: i would loooooove to be producing & performing in my own productions with my own company. making accessible art for communities who don’t always have it, and try to tell stories that don’t always get represented. or work to create federally funded art!!

Dream trip: i want to backpack through japan!! a lot of beautiful spots. i know a lot of travel streamers go to osaka, and i’d loooooove to go to an onsen in the winter. ok and a love hotel ofc.

Favorite food: bibimbap, banana pepper pizza, chicken cutlets (the way my great grandmother made them), spicy fries from 5 guys, sour candy, ass

Nationality: american :c

Favorite Song: currently it is rendezvous 18.6y by LOONA but before that it was Kitten Heel by Isabella Lovestory

Last book I read: don’t read books often but i did just read Fences but August Wilson. famous play!!

Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: avatar OBVIOUSLY (im a fire bender) , pokemon (my partner pokémon would be alolan vulpix) orrrrr the fictional universe i created in my head where everything goes my way :)

im gonna tag some mutuals, you don’t have to do it but it is nice to talk about yourselves & i’ll get to learn more about you!! @letshavechildren @timetogetoutofkansasdorothy @shinyscizor @juxtapositivity @euphoricsensations & anyone else who wants to feel included!!

#mine

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ancient-bruises-ancient-moon · 4 years

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ok SO I got an anon I wasn’t gunna respond to but I'm enjoying a vegan chocolate banana cookie dough thc/cbd infused smoothie I invented so fuck it, let’s do this

this isn’t gunna be eloquent at all and I hope what im intending to say comes off correctly. may not, my brain is mush- but here we go!

so last night/technically this morning I reblogged a lot from this brilliant intersexism blog. (highly recommend giving a follow!) which led to...a bizarre ass anon this morning (I'll make another post linking to her blog so ya’ll can follow. she doesn’t need to deal w/ this post after everything else she deals w/ on here- unless u want to ofc!! hi ur cool! ANYWAY...)

I don’t remember the exact wording but it was something like “so ud rather have sex w intersex ppl over trans ppl??”

ummm. I literally never said shit about sex w/ intersex ppl?? like, ever.

was that supposed to be some huge “gotcha!!” ??

‘cause it didn’t work, at all.

1. my body is not a democracy

2. why r ya’ll obsessed w sex as validation

3. ur rly gunna ask me, essentially, if I'd rather be intimate w a deranged narcissistic reality denying manic OR a person with an intersex disorder...and u rly think I'm gunna be like OH NO I’D RATHER HAVE SEX W A MANIAC???

like...it’s rly not ab sex at all but did u RLY think that was gunna work in ur favor somehow?? and if u did, why did u think so? could it be bc u use intersex ppl as pawns for ur arguments but then don’t actually consider them ppl that can be in loving and intimate relationships? do u rly think this is activism? do you feel no shame?? you should be fucking embarrassed. this is so embarrassing for you.

something ya’ll don’t realize: I worked at a center that offered therapeutic services, std testing, & peer activity groups for lgbtiapqbdsmnlmnop folxxxx

I know how ya’ll speak to your therapists, to your peers when you think no one is listening, I watch ya’ll take credit for things u did NOTHING for, I've watched your violence against anyone who disagrees with you (INCLUDING about tv show characters...like, come on..) Adult trans women using fake IDs to try to get into youth events...and then get MAD AT ME when I have to kick A WHOLE ASS HALF DRESSED MAN GRINDING ON THE FLOOR out of an event for CHILDREN... this is beyond just Tumblr. you’re also like this irl. and often, somehow, even fucking worse.

I had far less intersex clients BUT ya know who wasn’t throwing tantrums, being violent, trying to take credit for things they didn’t do, starting fights, sneaking into events to get near minors?? my intersex clients! NOT ONCE. AND let’s be real...my intersex clients had good fucking reason to be furious and there were absolutely times that I would not have blamed them in the slightest for slapping tf out of someone...but they didn’t. not once. (ngl tho if they did I would have “not seen” what happened tbh bc I am a very responsible adult lmao- I can say this now bc I left the field so it matters not at all for my career)

ya know who would stay after hours, silently crying in rage bc of the shit trans clients said to them? my intersex clients (the big one was trans ppl telling them they’re lucky they get to ~~choose~~ their sex)

ya know who took the time to use open activist hour to build presentations to teach the LARGELY ENTIRELY INEPT staff (myself included, more below) about intersex issues so the people who come after them can get better help than they were able to receive?? I'll give you one guess.

I left academia and working in the field w/ ppl bc of my experiences at this place & the direction this tender gender trender shit is taking academia. Intersex people deserve so much fucking better than even having to HEAR this bullshit. I would only go back into the field to work with women & intersex individuals. Probably as a volunteer though, but I digress

I worked there when all these new words were coming out too like demisexual android identified diaper baby or whatever the fuck lmao and the trans clients would be FURIOUS when anyone didn’t know wtf it meant

and in contrast our intersex clients were constantly explaining shit to staff/interns/volunteers about their conditions that they should never have had to explain TO THE PROFESSIONALS WHO WERE THERE TO HELP THEM. and I can’t even lie and pretend I fucking knew much, I didn’t. I was hired without even knowing i’d be working w intersex clients- I just needed to show I knew some trans buzzwords. but I put in the time to learn, I read every book any client recommended, any article they emailed me- but honestly that STILL ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH!!!! I should NOT have been hired!!! MY BOSS should not have been hired!!! Actually, the only staff members that actually deserved their job was an gay intersex man. OT but he was so cool and smart and hilarious and like FUN ANGRY like idk how to explain that better lol he was good at getting u pumped up ab shit & good at getting ppl worked up enough to DO something. The only other staff member who actually cared and knew anything was a lesbian woman (of course) but she had recently had a baby and became so afraid for the welfare of her wife and daughter that she went along w trans shit that she KNEW was delusional and unhealthy bc we SAW these trans clients being violent on the Regular. we were legally obligated to call the cops several times. she wasn’t wrong to be afraid but I do think she should have tried to work elsewhere if she could no longer do her job with integrity but that’s a conversation for another day.

agh im just gunna end this post now bc I can rly go on and on but I'll leave the post with this question that I'd very much like an answer to:

how can we as activists be of better service to our intersex sisters? this issue is becoming more and more pressing and I can’t sit back and do nothing for them anymore. does anyone know of intersex only orgs that need volunteers or have suggestions?? PLS LET ME KNOW. I won’t go back to where I was but there’s GOTTA be SOMETHING I can do for the intersex community. let’s figure it out <3 this issue very seriously needs the attention of radical feminists tbh so...let’s do something.

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imbumkyung · 5 years

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I Saw It In A Movie One Time (ch. 1) - My

(twilight x reader)

Pairing: undecided

Chapter 2

Warnings: none! But this doesnt include the twilight world just yet

Most of her days were being spent like this lately. At home, walk the dogs, help out mom with the house, say she’ll do this and that— but doesn’t. Except on the rare occasions that she does. Thats why even after a whole month of not going out with her friends and ninety percent of her day being spent at home, her room was only getting messier. And honestly, in 2019, cell phone addictions are to blame.

Hours in her room dressing up with nowhere to go, and even more hours on instagram watching how much fun everyone else was having. In truth, it was a hole she dug on her own, rejecting invites and not creating them. She knew she needed to lose weight before going into the military because let’s face it— she can’t succeed in life any other way if education was never going to work out for her. She needed some sort of security for her future and if college wasn’t going to do it, the military would have to. Or at least that’s what her parents told her.

Though she was content, there was the part of her that wished there was some other way. But there wasn’t. She tried a whole dreadful year of college as an art major, and through that year she prioritized anything but school. She prioritized dancing and her social life. It hit her like a car crash that she couldn’t live on like this especially the the angel on her shoulder telling to her make the right decisions or her parents would find out about her antics. So when the car crash happened while she was supposed to be in school— instead she was on her way to get her nails done— it was the last straw for mom and dad.

The only thing that really made her want to stay away from the military was the boy she was talking to earlier in the year. That stupid boy. Long story short, the heartbreak he gave her really made her realize how strong she wanted to be, and let her dad know she wanted to see a recruiter the very next day. A maybe it was impulsive, but definitely rational.

So there she was, in her room at twelve noon, telling her long time friend Soren that she couldn’t hang with him because “her mom was mad at her and won’t let her go out”.

“It’s all good” he texted back.

Kaileia sighed. The only thing she could do was go to the beach, walk her dogs, go to the gym or wish she was as happy as she saw her friends were on instagram. Until her family vacation to California that was to happen in two weeks from now, passing time would be a burden. Deciding she’d soak in a bit of the Hawaii sun before coming back to her room only to be on her phone some more and possibly make some art, she peeled herself off the bed, prepared herself for the day and took her dogs out for a walk.

Besides the stressful pull of the leash her Border Collie– Athena– provided every time she saw another dog, these walks were always peaceful and provided much headspace. Hawaii was a beautiful combination for magnificent islands and Kauai was no exception. The humidity was just right, the sun was warm enough, the waters were usually friendly just as the people were. With so much headspace, her thoughts had everywhere to go.

“The population of Native Hawaiians are going dangerously low—I’m really no exception. I’m not even full Hawaiian. Poi donuts sound great right now. How are my sister and her boyfriend going to handle a long distance relationship? I wonder if if Kai actually likes football. Does he have a girlfriend? Whoever gets my little brother will be so lucky. I wonder if Keiki is doing okay in middle school. Mom has work tonight. Having two jobs and four kids is so stressful. Let’s not forget that Dad is going to school too— for the sole purpose of making money. The military pays him for it.

I wonder what Mark saw in Jennika that he didn’t see in me.

Her expression clouded, not wanting to remember him. They ended on a good note, but upon seeing that he decided to pursue a relationship with her and not him, it hurt her pride. A lot.

Snapping out of it and watching her two dogs happily walking along the beach, tongues out and frolicking about, she smiled. “These two have my whole heart” She thought.

What if life was different? If I had friends who texted me more than once in a blue moon. If I wasn’t on instagram all the time and I was actually out in the world. If I actually had people to shop with— okay maybe not that one. Shopping with other people around is distracting. But still, I wish I was closer with people.

Life right now was lonely for her. Soren’s invitation was one he sent for the first time in 2 months. Not that it’s his fault. She’d turn down his last one because she was too heartbroken by Mark to see anybody.

Nearing halfway through her route, she whipped out her phone to put on Pokémon Go! After all, it’d be a waste to pass all these pokestops even if she wasn’t planning on catching anything at the moment.

It was 1 p.m. and she was back from the walk. The sound of two little girls and a baby filled the house as they ran around pretending to be Elsa and Aurora in their pink and blue dresses.

She took out a mug and began to steep white tea. After a few minutes of this, she boiled 2 eggs, ate a banana, and made toast to put peanut butter on later.

“Going to the gym later?”, her mom, Mahealani questioned, holding the baby on her hip. She ran an at-home day care while working at a restaurant after 5p.m.

Kaileia cast an annoyed look for a quick second before muttering a “yeah”.

Ever since the emotional conversation to her mom about not wanting to pursue college, her mom made sure she knew that the military would be secure, and that she had to go as soon as possible in order to retire early. Mahea wanted the best for her daughter. The idea was always in her air, but Kaileia wanted to try out college first.

3p.m. Go to the gym because mom told you to

4p.m. Just a few more sets and we’ll go home.

Text from: Miko

Hey do you wanna go to Na Pali later? CJ and Li are coming too

Kaileia smiled, she loved that coast and the fish she could swim with that were within 4 feet high of the ocean

Text to: Miko

I’m down what time tho?

Text from: Miko

We’re gonna go at like 6 do u need a ride

Text to: Miko

yeeeee

5p.m.

”Should I take a shower? I just worked out but I’m gonna go in the ocean,” Kaileia asked Miko over the phone

“Just dont wash your hair I guess honestly I dont know,” Miko replied

“Bitch what if I infect the ocean,” Kaileia jokingly exclaimed

“Bitch, I don’t know! The fish will die I guess!” Miko laughed.

“Amazing,” Kaileia deadpanned.

“Oh and Li’s not coming anymore,” Miko mentioned

“Why?”

“I don’t know I think him and his mans are gonna do crackhead things,”

“I’m surprised,” Kaileia said sarcastically

“Same,” Miko said

7p.m.

Kaileia, CJ, and Miko walked in their swimsuits and towels along the coast, finding their usual spot before running right in. The two girls hair flowing behind them in the wind while CJ’s curls bounced with him.

8p.m.

The trio finally walked out of the water, feeling as if gravity was pulling them harder than usual.

Sitting on the towels, Kaileia suddenly asked, “Do you guys ever wish life was different?”

“Shit is it sad girl hours already?” CJ asked, earning a short chuckle from Miko.

“I honestly don’t even know like— the ocean has me feeling some type of way,” Kaileia explained.

“I wish I didnt have a nicotine addiction,” CJ suddenly joked, while taking a hit from his vape. The girls both laughed. “I don’t wanna be gay no more this shit making me stupid I swear” they laughed even harder at his half-assed excuses.

“Shut up hoe you love being gay,” Miko swatted him while taking a hit

“You right though,” he aknowledged

“You guys radiate crackhead energy like 24/7,” Kaileia said

And it was true. Out of the four— Li being absent— Kaileia was the most “normal” one. Not to say she wasn’t as crazy as them, she just was normal at more times than they were.

The rest of the night was filled with vine references, creating tik tocs on the beach, and taking “Hot Girl Summer” beach photos. Though it was dark, Kaileia decided to go for one last swim, taking Miko with her. CJ stayed behind to enjoy the night time coast while the girls ran in. Kaileia ran faster, underestimating the tide as she was already in 4feet deep and still being pulled in as she was deeper now and the wave aggressively towering over her at 7 feet. Stunned, she held her breath and braced herself.

“Kai!” Miko yelled, panicked

The only thing Kaileia heard after that was the gargling sounds of the unforgiving ocean before everything went black.

Tag list : @sunflowerspectre

Heres the first chapter! Before jumping into the Twilight world, I kinda wanted you guys to know the character a little bit. Thank you for reading! Likes, Reblogs, Suggestions / Recommendations & Critiques are appreciated!!

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huarens · 5 years

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bubblegum love | ljn

pairing: lee jeno x reader

genre: f2l bestfriend!jeno | fluff, angst if you squint

word count: 2.2k

summary: you always found those that fell for jeno’s charms pathetic, so when you find yourself also falling for him, you panic.

note: this is probably the only fluff i’ll write :))

if you enjoyed this, like and reblog ! feedback and comments are welcome, i’m always looking to improve my writing :) -skid

you don't know when it started, but you terribly wished for it to stop.

at first, when someone was to tell you how lucky you were to be friends with jeno, you'd laugh. you? lucky? what a joke. it was even worse when they'd run up to you, hoping for you to put in a good word for them. 'tell jeno he's cute' 'could you give him this lunchbox for me?' 'is jeno seeing anyone currently?' 'is his favorite gum flavor bubblegum?' you don't even know what bubblegum tastes like, as sad as that sounds, you doubt jeno would as well. (you’re wrong.)

so while you were watching jeno laugh at something playing on the radio, it surprised you when you found your heart beating faster than usual.

at first, you denied it. there was no way you saw jeno that way. you suddenly got hit with a wave of asthma. that's all, it ran in the family.

then you asked questions. did you really like jeno? or were you just so desperate for someone to love that you've fooled yourself into liking him? you never had any answers.

it was only when you and jeno were out for dinner, did you accept the fact you indeed, did like him. seeing him joke around with you, and laugh at every little thing, with his eyes creasing and his mouth curling up into his signature smile, you've given up on trying to stop your erratically beating heart. you've accepted defeat, jeno has you completely wrapped around his pretty little finger.

and when jeno texted you, very excitedly, informing you of his plans this afternoon, you couldn't help but let your heart drop to your stomach.

'with who?' you reply, shoulders slumping. your backpack suddenly felt heavy, the weight pulling down on your shoulders as you sat back down in your seat.

'remember min from class 3b? asked me out for coffee today! i'm sorry that i can't take you home today bubsy :(('

you couldn't help but feel a little envious, didn't jeno say he didn't want to date until he was out of high school? why take it back now?

'oh.'

'is someone jealous??'

'don't worry y/n, you’ll have a special someone soon, they're closer than you think! i gtg now though i'll take you out for ice cream another time angel i promise'

you knew you had no reason to be mad, yet here you are.

huffing, you stomped into your house, throwing your backpack to the side before plunging yourself into the couch.

you don't know why, but you felt tears welling up in your eyes. for what? your fault you didn't tell him sooner. you had no right to be crying. stupid you, falling for him out of all people.

it was then that you decided that you would do something about your feelings for jeno. no feelings? no crying. how would you do so? by avoiding him like the plague.

the next morning, you set your plan to action. you walked to school alone, not waiting for jeno to pick you up in his car. jeno must've known you were ahead, as he pulled up beside you, rolling a window down and shouting.

"y/n! you're so mean, how dare you go to school without me! get in loser!"

you shrugged before plugging an earbud back in, quickening your pace towards the school. you were only a block away, only a little bit further.

jeno thought that maybe you were just having one of those mornings, so he kept behind, watching you walk to school alone.

the week started out fine, although you were quite lonely. other than rushing out of class to avoid an encounter with jeno, or hiding in bathrooms when you heard him and his friends loudly joking around in the hallways, it was fine. just fine.

jeno couldn't figure out why you were so distant, and it was frustrating. the sudden lack of attention from you was unexpected, and he wasn't prepared. he had a you-sized hole in him. no one to laugh at his puns, or throw balled up notes at him during class, and most of all, no one to talk to after school when the day was a bit too much for him to handle.

he came to the conclusion that you were just busy, and that was okay. people get busy sometimes, he couldn't always expect for you to always be by his side. you had a life outside of being his friend.

he started to get suspicious after exactly three days, you would no longer reply to his texts, almost always leaving him on read, you refused to make eye contact with him in the hallways, and no matter how fast he was, he could never catch you outside of class.

jeno had enough after five days. after the first two classes, he scurried to the library, two banana milks in hand as he waited for you to come. you both always studied and hung out together here during lunch, it was tradition ever since freshman year. (although it was really only him doing the studying now, you just slept.) jeno decided that today he will make you talk to him, he couldn't stand you not even giving him the time of day anymore.

after fifteen minutes of waiting, jeno looked at his watch for the nth time. did a teacher hold you behind? or were you making up for a test that he didn't know of? he stood up, leaving all his belongings behind as he set out to search for you.

he walked into the cafeteria, maybe you decided to volunteer to help out the old lunch lady with the dishes again, you were always on the lookout for ways to get out of class. at least, that's what he thought. he didn't expect you to be sitting with a group of people he barely knew, laughing and talking loudly.

you were cracking up at something chenle said, completely unaware of jeno standing behind you.

"y/n? who's that behind you?" jisung asks, pointing as he stares.

you whip around, surprised to find jeno there. he looked sad, and honestly, it stung your heart just a bit. this was the first time you broke the 4 year long tradition you two agreed to at the beginning of freshman year.

he walked away, and you hesitated to stand up. should you go after him? no, just one more week. you've come so far you can't let your work go to waste now. and so you turned back around, facing the two in front of you again. you wrung your hands together. maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

it was after school when he tried to approach you again. you were walking towards the library, planning to finish up a paper for literary arts that was assigned only hours ago. jeno came running up alongside you, notebooks in hand with papers poking out from the sides.

"y/n! It's been so long since we last hung out, how about the new ice cream parlor that just opened down the street? mark works there now, we can harass him into giving us a discount, what do you say?"

jeno must've been too busy talking, because when he looked up, you were ten feet in front of him, walking at a brisk pace.

"y/n? wait up! can you slow down so we can talk? i'm not going to bite you, i'm grown now! that was way back when we were ten!" you ignored him once more, walking to a table and sitting yourself down before spreading out all of your books and papers.

"oh, you're doing that paper too? that's great, i haven't started mine yet, help me out. we can study for that upcoming statistics quiz tomorrow as we-"

you interrupted him by holding onto his wrist, keeping him from setting down his books. he looked at you confusingly, you shook your head before continuing.

"i'd like to be alone, go study with your friends or something. mark can help you with your paper."

jeno was shocked, you've never turned down a study session before. no matter what was going on, you always somehow made time for at least one study session with him. even if you guys didn't end up studying, you always said yes.

"stop playing around y/n, i actually need to get work done today. now do you want anything from the vending machine?" jeno tried to set down his books once more, but you stood up abruptly, startling him.

"sorry, i forgot i had to go home and clean up for guests. we're having a family dinner with the na's today."

"oh, a family dinner? let me come help you, we can whistle while we work." that seemed to crack jeno up, as he started to snicker uncontrollably after.

" i can do it by myself, thank you for offering." you walked off, leaving jeno alone in the library.

now jeno is sure that you're avoiding him. you barely knew the na's, and you always complained about cleaning the house, asking jeno to help because you couldn't stand dusting and sweeping for more than five minutes. but what did he do that could've made you this mad? you've ignored him before, yes, but never longer than a day.

jeno huffs, why did you have to be so complicated? he just wants to hang out with you, that's all.

you raced out of the library, frantically looking behind every now and then to make sure jeno didn't follow. you let out a sigh of relief when you exited the school building, starting your walk home.

"y/n y/m/n y/l/n, you're avoiding me. why?" the voice startles you, causing you to drop your earbuds in the ground. a hand picks them up before you can, you already know who it belonged to.

"i'll give them back once you tell me why you're ignoring me. no warning, no nothing! you don't even study with me anymore! what could i have possibly done this time that's made you ignore me for a whole week?" jeno seemed to be angry, or was he aggravated? you couldn't tell, you've never seen him this upset before.

in an attempt to avoid confrontation, you took off, leaving skid marks on the sidewalk. screw the earbuds, you could just buy another pair. but a firm hand grabs your backpack, pulling you back before you could get any further than five feet.

"come on, we're getting in the car. and you're going to explain what's been going on with you." jeno drags you over to his currently parked car, opening the passenger door and waiting for you to climb in. you stood still, hesitant to go. jeno gets you in with a gentle shove and closes the door behind you.

"so, care to tell me why you're so distant y/n?" jeno starts, pulling out of the school parking lot.

you stay silent, to be honest, you don't know why either. and to admit the real truth to him would be embarrassing. you thought that by the end of this, all the feelings you had for jeno would be completely gone, exterminated, never to be felt again, but it seemed to be doing the exact opposite. in fact, rather than a fluttering feeling every now and then, the butterflies cooked up a storm inside your stomach anytime you saw jeno.

damn you jeno, why'd you have to be so attractive, inside and out.

"quit thinking, and start talking bub. you're going to have wrinkles by the time you're twenty" jeno reaches over, and presses a finger between your eyebrows, looking over every now and then.

tomatoes wish they could be as red as you.

jeno pulls into a parking lot for an ice cream parlor. he takes off his seat belt, pulling you inside and seating you down in a booth right next to the window. he takes off again, returning five minutes later with two cones in hand.

"here, you look like you need a mint chocolate swirl. i got myself bubblegum, it's nasty though."he watches you as he licks his cone, waiting for you to say something. not like you could say a word with him staring so deeply.

you couldn't stand his eyes boring into yours any longer, and before you could think, your mouth started blurting unexpected comments.

"you're so fucking beautiful, and for what? is there something you fucking need, jeno? why do i feel the need to kiss you every time i look at you? oh my god, and when you're sad, and you get all pouty, i just want to smother you in hugs. like what's the point of you being that cute? god was really out for me when he made you, can you sto-"

you're interrupted mid-sentence, by what, you don't know. all you taste is bubblegum, then it hit you.

jeno's kissing you.

"i like you too angel. ever since freshman year when we made that pact to hang out in the library every lunch period."

"i thought you liked min from class 3b though?"

jeno chokes on his spit, "you do realize min is my friend from cram school, correct?"

your eyes widen as jeno continues to laugh, eyes sparkling under the setting suns glow through the window. you can't seem to keep a grin off your face, jeno's smile affecting you greatly.

you're glad you came up with such a silly plan, you might not have gotten rid of your feelings, but in the end, you finally find out what bubblegum tastes like.

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crimsonbluemoon · 5 years

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My Tumblr Birthday!

Sooooo according to my archives and such, exactly one year ago today I became a member of the bbs fandom! It’s been a hell of a year, I will tell you that.

So just some thoughts about this weird ass journey, if you’d be so kind to humor an old woman.

I kind of remember coming into this fandom not really expecting much? Like I kinda squirmed my way in thinking that it’d be really cool to like, read other peoples stories and get to know everyone. I don’t really know how, but I got attention because of my Cops AU idea that sort of caught wildfire. Then I posted my first little stories about Christmas and such before my bigger story, Want You, and I was so amazed by the love and affection it got on this platform (I put it on Ao3 but it just wasn’t the same).

I also remember how stunned I was with 100 followers? I felt like I had reached my peak and I couldn’t really go any higher. Again, I managed to get lucky by making some really good friends at the start of my fandom life and kind of being able to joke around and gain attention from them. It wasn’t any super big, but I was thankful for the time they gave me. Watching Deli draw, getting to know Kiwi, admiring Bels and Ether and Grace’s works. It was all so wonderful!

Then around January, Sherry sent me a message asking me to help with an idea about a BBS shipping server. And it was crazy how that changed my life. The server brought good and bad things out, and I won’t say I never thought of just tossing in the towel and leaving. But I’m so happy that I stayed! I met people like Sei and Shorty and Pandy and Cana and Moon through my server. I got to see them grow as people and shared laughs with them. I also got to open up a bit and learn that it was okay to not be perfect. Because damn do I want to be perfect. But they supported me there, and evern at my darkest point,those who I never thought would stick up for me did.

I learned what it felt like to be hated. I learned what it felt like to have people who didn’t know me, know my story, know my past and know my insecurities, rip me apart and make me feel worthless. I learned that sometimes, simply having a different opinion about a ship or a boy could make the nicest of people reject you. I learned that sometimes, people you thought would always be supportive and understanding of you could turn on you and never speak to you again. It was weird, knowing that despite the followers numbers that grew and the asks/fans who reached out to me and told me how ‘inspiring’ i was, I could feel so empty. To this day, I’m still struggling with this concept. I wanna figure myself out, and how I got to where I am while also not knowing who I am.

I started up one of the coolest projects in my life here; Libahunt. I’ve written stories before, don’t get me wrong. I’ve written stories for bigger fandoms, with more comments, more kudos, more views. BBS is a small time fandom, so I knew what I was getting into. But man, for such a little place, y’all have big hearts. The love, support, and just damn attention I got for this story was amazing. The fanart? I cant even begin to tell you how much that all means to me. Every time I see a piece, my heart melts to think I got to inspire someone. Hearing people freak out in discord, seeing the reblogs and comments you make...that’s all I want in life. So honestly, thank you all for making me realize how much I love this story and helping me get my ass back in gear to write it properly.

Kind of on the same topic, I really got to thank some super important people for just...being there for me. I can’t list EVERYONE because jesus I would be here forever, but these ones just...they really stick out for me.

@firstaidquarters: My writing wife, half of my brain, my HC partner in crime, honestly one of the best people I’ve met. Ever. Like, do you get how much you mean to me? How you just make my world a better place? If I’m mad or sad or hyper or just being fucking stupid, you’re there. You literally spent 28 hours helping me write a story without ever asking anything in return. I wanted to quit, I wanted to throw my computer and never look at it again. But you just...sat there and kept me going. And now? It’s fucking amazing because of you. And I never have to explain myself to you. You just get it. And God I can’t even say enough how much our HCing has been a blessing. I don’t even think you realize that without you, I wouldn’t still be in this fandom. I cannot thank you enough, even if you created that wretched Minibat.

@kihorri : We weren’t close originally but jesus you came in like a wrecking ball, eh? My life has been crazy since I did that Banana Bus Tales thing with you. You helped get my name on the map. And for the past couple months, I’ve really adored the frienship we’ve created. Our DM messages are probably enough to get us sent to hell, but I’m okay with that. Each time you tell me you’re reading my story, I melt. Like to think you’d waste your time on me? To get to joke with you about ‘certain’ types of stories and watch you draw silly pictures...it makes my world! You drive me up a wall every way you can, you make me cry from your beautiful art, but you could put the pencil down and never draw again and I’d still wanna talk to you every day. Even with your horrible sleep schedule.

@mssjynx : YOU! God you are a menace. Sneaky other writing wife. But like, one of the best writers in the BBS/Misfits fandom. You make me wanna read angst. Do you know how hard that is?!?! Like jesus man, you were so amazing with your cute stuff and your sad stuff. And you’re just as wonderful outside of your stories. I give you shit, I pull your tail, and we bicker like old women, but you are one of the sweetest people I got to meet in this fandom and even if I threaten it, I’ll never divorce you ( I mean you killed all the lawyers so...).

@piwiskiwi: My libahunt artist! Your work is AMAZING. And you are just so prescious? I dont get to talk to you as much as I want to, but you were one of the first people I really connected to in this fandom and you don’t understand how much joy your art brings me. Like, you’re a rock star. You helped me at the start of Libahunt when it was just an idea, you helped create these pictures that others now use as references. You’re kind and funny, and even if you feed into Bel’s crazy ship, you’re the best partner for Libahunt I could ask for.

Honestly, there’s so many others! I wanna write you all something because you all have changed me in one way or the other. But I’d be here all night and I don’t wanna take up all of your time. So just know this: You all made me who I am. Without you, the person reading this right now, I wouldn’t be Crim. That means the world to me. So, you mean the world to me. Thank you for being around for my first year here. And I don’t know if you guys will care, or if anyone even remembers memories with me or if I’m just an author you read, but I just...thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. <3

And also thanks for letting me reach 1500 followers. (Eh its closer to 1600 now, cause this happened like 3 weeks ago but I just wanted to wait until my 1 year to say it all at once. No need for two sappy posts.)

Sincerely,

CrimsonBlueMoon <3

#thank you all #one year!#wow #I can't believe it #1500 followers?!#you people are crazy #but I love you #thanks again #you're my heart #<3 #bbs fandom #you're amazing #bbs #crimsonbluemoon

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 6 years

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Good Old Fashioned Sick Day

I really don’t know how this one prompt was ignored for the longest..but well, here you go LOL. No real plot, just family fluff starting both Jake Grayson and his father Dick that I feel like writing

Dedicated to @lightdusk96 @fireflyxrebel @wisegirlandseaweedbrainforever @tarisilmarwen @nightglider124 @nytewing @hood-ex and many others.

AH CHOO!!

Jake’s sneeze, in contrary to his rather small size especially to his King sized bed, created a quite large gust of wind across the bedroom. Wiping his nose and sniffling a little bit before putting his tissue in the nearby trash bin and settling into his pillows, Jake couldn’t help letting a little cough escape his mouth. ‘

In all honesty, Jake was just flat out miserable. It’d been since last night, about his second night with Daddy after Mama and Big Sis left for a vacation to Planet Tamaran. Man, Big Sis was so lucky; while they both got Summer Break from school, she was the older one and Grandpa Galfore’s Royal Council only said the oldest child can go, meaning he has to stay behind for two weeks! It’s pretty unfair! Making things worse, on that night before now, he started sneezing, his throat was all itchy, and his nose just couldn’t stopped being clogged up. Jake KNEW he shouldn’t had tried to literally dig inside the store fridge for that ice cream.

But...on the bright side, he had Daddy. Well he also had BatBear, Peanut and his other favorite toys, even his own Robin suit to play with...but Daddy was the important (besides BatBear and Peanut).

Speaking of Daddy, he was coming into the room right now, carrying a tray having a water cup, some crackers, a thermometer, and the central part being a bowl of something. Being a cereal lover like his Daddy, Jake had thought it would’ve been his favorite: corn flakes with bananas and strawberries. However, as Dick came closer to his son, the smell form the bowl made it all the more clear of what was actually there was of Grandma Mary’s famous soup that she would make whenever Daddy got sick like he was.

That raises a question though,

“You don’t havta go to work today?”

“The Chief called me up,” Dick replies, “he said that they have a slow night for criminals and they have enough cops for tonight, plus I let Grandpa Bruce know about what happened with you, so he got Uncle Tim and Conner to patrol tonight.” He finishes with a warm smile to his son.

“Oh Ok,” Jake nods short before another coughing fit comes up. Once said fit stops, he almost immediately was given his water cup; now THAT was a good idea, the crisp and cool liquid poured down his throat, relieving the burn the countless spitballs and coughs left on it.

“Thanks Daddy” Jake slightly chirps as he lays back down, beaming to his father. Dick can seeing in his son’s eyes that this cold has really taken a toll. The usually bright and happy filled green eyes his son had on him every day were replaced by dull and tired ones. Thankfully, he was here to help fix with that problem.

Taking a spoonful of the soup and gently raising up to son to ensure he drank some of it, Jake certainly did, rather slurping it.

“How’s the taste of that?” Dick asks, minor bit worried

“Very carroty Daddy”, Jake replies with a slight giggle on him.

“Well that’s good, at least you’re eating,” Dick states as he sits down on a nearby chair next to his son’s bed.

The two of them allow the briefest moments of silence before Jake finally peeps out, “This stinks”

“I know Chum, but it’ll be okay. I called Mr Terrific and he said you’ll be better either tomorrow or the day after that”

“When are Mama and Mar’i going to come back Daddy?” Jake asks sadly. Dick can understand the feeling though, honest to God or X’hal that if both Kori and Mar’i can get home earlier, he’ll be hugging them almost on spot.

“It’ll just be a few days Ok Jake?” Dick responds, “they′ll let us know if they’re ever in trouble...”

“Cause they know who to call!” Jake rises on his bed, decked out in a white t shirt, blue/yellow PJ pants, raises his fist into the air triumphantly.

Dick couldn’t help but give a good laugh at his son’s antics...you know what? Time to lighten it all up...

“But we be careful Jake,” Dick teases with a smirk on his face, “we don’t want the Blanket Monster to get in the way...”

“Uh Oh” Jake can mutter before his Father leaps unto the bed, with Jake in his arms wrapping the blanket over the both of them, and unleashes a tickle assault on the seven year old. No spot was left untouched, whether it be the armpits, the belly or perhaps Dick’s main target, Jake’s personal favorite spot and the one that lasted the longest, Jake’s soles of his bare feet. That isn’t to say though that the seven year old wasn’t fighting back, as he went after his father’s ribs, belly and his own bare soles thanks to letting his small frame allowing him to slip.

Eventually this Grayson tickle brawl came to end in a draw, both Dick and Jake breathing heavily with very little tears coming out of their eyes after the long bits of laughing. Both have their feet poking out of one end of the blanket while only the tops of their hair poke out of the other.

Both were pretty exhausted too, it was starting to get late and bed time was on the horizon.

Before Dick can move by even an inch though, he felt Jake’s fingers that have been in his own tighten slightly, which in itself felt tighten given the fact of Jake’s mother and her own strength.

“Mind if you stay please Daddy?” Jake asks with BatBear in his arms and showing puppy eyes not too dissimilar from the ones he would make during his time with Bruce. I worked then, and it works now.

“Kay, Chum. I’ll stay,” Dick replies with sleepy smile as his eyes begin to close. As his mind begins to slow down for sleep about to claim him, Dick couldn’t help but reminisce of something like this one moment he has with his son...during his days at the Circus with his mother applying the same amount of attention to him on his sick days.

Eh, got to be the soup, it’s the same recipe after all.

“Love you Tati” Jake whispers in his native tongue before allowing sleep to finally come in.

Dick, hearing of this even with his eyes closed and mind beginning to drift to sleep himself, couldn’t help but feel the biggest whiff of pride imaginable and love for Jake right behind it.

Thank you God, Dick mentally proclaims given that both Jake and Mar’i are Godsends of children that he will always treasure even beyond his own death, and definitely Godsends that are just plain difficult to let go off on they get older. But Dick with that whole ‘Kids growing up and being independent’ stuff later, his son needs his company.

“Love you too Jakey,” Dick whispers back, giving his son a well placed kiss on the temple before settling into his pillow and allowing sleep to claim him as well.

As both Father and Son have a good listen unto each other’s heartbeats, their bare feet feeling the cool, moist and relaxing air from outside and enter into their respective best dreams (For Dick, pretty obvious as a flashback to his childhood with either his parents, Batman or the Titans; Jake being in the middle of sweets and candy all around him), they have a thought;

For Dick, this night off was really worth it.

For Jake, maybe this didn’t stink after all. Just hope Big Sis and Mama were safe and sound when they get back.

As I stated, this was pure meant as family fluff I just happen to have at random. If you believe there are grammar, spelling or language mistakes I’ve made, Please leave a comment, Reblog and lend me your honest opinions

#jake grayson #dick grayson #family fluff #my posts #fanfic

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ravenclawravings · 6 years

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Tag Game

Hi all! Recently we have been tagged in a bunch of those tag games. So instead of clogging your newsfeed we decided to combine a bunch into one post.

Here are some of you who tagged us! (I tried to find you all but, we get a lot of notifications and Tumblr makes it very hard to sort through them)

Tagged by: @headcanonsandmore

@fuckitup-in-style,

@acciohermionejg

@iamskylorsaurus

@unusuallyzealousburgette

Gender: Both of us are girls.

Birthday: Zoe: March 28th. Alex: March 11th

Last movie seen: Zoe: Dunkirk Alex: Star Wars: The Last Jedi

What do you post/reblog: Zoe: A bunch of random crap. Alex: On this blog we post #relatable content. On my personal I just shitpost

Last thing you Googled: Zoe: “List of apex predators” Alex: “how do radiators know when to turn on”

Favorite blog: Zoe: No idea. Alex: @myendlessparade has some dank content ;)

Dream job: Zoe: Writer/ youtuber but I’m bad at both Alex: YouTuber or a paid/professional internet content creator

Dream trip: Zoe: I don’t know, I haven’t been to Japan before, I guess Alex: I really want to go to Germany but, I’d love to go anywhere in Europe. Or anywhere outside the US. Or anywhere really.

What would be your first entry in a new diary: Zoe: I don’t diary Alex: Probably something really random, a random thought perhaps. All of my past journals are filled with weird shit like “Tap Dancing Cat Play” with zero context

Top 3 things you love about yourself: Zoe: Why is this so hard? Can I say things I love about Alex instead? 1) She’s smart and funny and a great person to be around. 2) She’s creative and works so hard on the things she’s passionate about. 3) She’s supportive and understanding and all around a great friend. Alex: d’awwwww <3 turning the tables now - here are three reasons I love Zoe: 1. She’s a very accepting, patient and understanding friend. 2. She’s full of good ideas and the reason we started this blog. Also partly convinced me to pursue YouTube seriously (speaking of we need to do something about the gaming channel) 3. She has a very dark and dry humor, we can talk and laugh for hours

3 things you wish you knew how to do: Zoe: 1) Drive stick, 2) speak a different language (I’ve tried, I’m really bad at it), 3) manage my finances Alex: 1. Make gifs, 2. play an instrument, 3. drive??!?

Something you wish you had discovered/invented first: Zoe: I honestly don’t know. Alex: I asked Jake what to say and he said “submarines.” So I guess submarines

3 qualities you like in a person: Zoe: 1) their sense of humor, 2) intelligence, 3) creativity Alex: 1. taste in media, 2. humor, 3. uniqueness

3 qualities you dislike in a person: Zoe: 1) Cockiness, 2) overly defensive, 3) when someone talks over someone else and especially when they don’t stop and listen when the first person tries to keep talking Alex: 1. Selfishness, 2. carelessness, 3. when they walk slowly in front of me

Favorite planet: Zoe: I guess technically Earth because I live here, but viva la Pluto! Alex: Mars! Mars has such a vast history for such a barren planet.

A resolution you make every year: Zoe: I don’t make resolutions. Alex: I don’t really make resolutions but, I try to be less hard on myself each year

Something you’re better at than most people: Zoe: Um... writing? Alex: Video editing

Something you’re worse at than most people: Zoe: Talking to other people. Alex: Making friends

Favorite thing about tumblr: Zoe: Memes? Alex: MEMES and cute animal pictures

Least favourite thing about tumblr: Zoe: The entire way that this site is set up is like someone threw darts at a board and went “so this goes here, and uh, I guess that’s how we do this...” Alex: Dear god, this website is designed poorly for blog runners! There is no clear way to sort notifications, you either get them all or none at all. Also there have been times when a queued post just doesn’t post or tags just delete themselves while you’re typing them.

Weapon of choice: Zoe: Knives or a bow and arrow (I’m actually quite good at archery) Alex: Uh, none...

Something not many people know about you: Zoe: I was going to be in a production with my dad trying to break the world record of most roller coasters ridden in a day, but the plans everything fell through about midway through, so it never happened. Alex: In middle school I used wear one ankle sock and one knee high because...fashion...?

Favorite means of transport: Zoe: I like driving, but if I’m going into the city, I’m taking the train. Alex: God, I hate all means of transportation. It’s all bad. Let’s just learn how to teleport already

Favorite story: Zoe: Harry Potter Alex: A New Hope

Chicken or egg: Zoe: Dinosaur Alex: I was going to say chicken but, Zoe’s answer is the really the best one

Something that always makes you laugh: Zoe: Cats. Alex: When Zelda yells around the apartment at her toys

What is the strangest thing about you: Zoe: You should see some of the texts I send Alex. Alex: just who I am as a person

You get to switch places with someone for a day, who is it and why: Zoe: Can I switch places with my cat? Alex: I’m stealing Zoe’s answer. Fuck yeah! I’d love to be Zelda for a day!

Name: Zoe Alex

Nicknames: Zoe: None Alex: Weasel

Height: Zoe: 5′7″ Alex: 5′3″

Orientation: Zoe: Hell if I know Alex: straight

Nationality: Zoe: I’m a US and UK citizen. Alex: ‘murican

Favorite Fruit: Zoe: Banana? Alex: Oranges

Favorite Season: Zoe: Fall Alex: Fall

Favorite Flower: Zoe: Roses Alex: Blue Roses! (only people from high school will get this joke and none them follow me....)

Favorite Scents: Zoe: Burning wood Alex: Most any candle

Favorite Color: Zoe: Purple Alex: Purple

Favorite Animals: Zoe: Cheetah, wolves, sea pancake Alex: Zelda!

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: Zoe: Depends on my mood Alex: All of the above, please

Average Sleep Hours: Zoe: 6 Alex: 8?

Dog or Cat Person: Zoe: Both Alex: Love both but, I really like cats

Favorite Fictional Characters: Zoe: Oh god, Aragorn, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Gandalf, don’t make me choose, I could keep going. Alex: Han Solo, The Master, Mac, Michael Scott, Squidward (??), I don’t know man!

Number of Blankets You Sleep with: Zoe: Anywhere between 1 and 4 Alex: Normally one but, if it’s real cold, two or more

Blog Created: Zoe: This blog was created a little over a year ago, my personal blog was created something like nine years ago I think. Alex: Mine was made like 6 years ago?

Number of Followers: 48,100

Random fact: Zoe: When people are hanged, they die from lack of blood flow to the brain. Alex: Most female cats are right pawed

Star sign: Zoe: Aries Alex: Pisces

Hogwarts House: Take a guess

Why I made this account: Zoe: I made the account because I wanted something to do, and then I invited Alex to be a part of it with me. Alex: What she said ^

Reason for url: Alliteration is cool?

My favorite writer: Zoe: It changes all the time. Alex: Dr. Seuss

My favorite book: Zoe: Harry Potter? Alex: I have no clue?

My favorite movie: Zoe: Lord of the Rings Alex: Oh dear, I don’t know... Ed Wood (1994) ?

Time: Zoe: 15:46 Alex: 9:58pm

Favourite bands: Zoe: Queen, The Who, FOB, Muse, a lot. Alex: Fall Out Boy, Imagine Dragons, Panic! at the Disco

Favourite solo artists: Zoe: No clue Alex: Uh none? I don’t really listen to music besides the three bands listed and movie soundtracks

Song stuck in my head: Zoe: Right now, it’s “I’m Only Joking” by Kongos Alex: “Champion” by Fall Out Boy

Last show I watched: Zoe: NCIS Alex: I don’t really know. It’s between The Punisher, Black Mirror and Peep Show. I watch so many things I forget when I last watched it

Do I get asks: Zoe: Not really. Alex: We get asks here pretty often. I never get any personally - except spam

Lucky number: Zoe: 13 Alex: 3

Instruments: Zoe: I played the clarinet ages ago, and I sorta learned Violin for a little bit, but if you asked me to play any instrument now, I’d probably suck. Alex: I am not talented enough

What I am wearing: Zoe: Plaid and leggings. Alex: Grey and black sweater, leggings and draped in a blanket

Favourite food: Zoe: I want pancakes right now, so let’s go with that? Alex: I’m so bad at picking favorite things! I just love food!

Last book I read: Zoe: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (it’s tradition for me to reread all the novels every year, and I was late last year, so I only just finished it in time) Alex: The Disaster Artist

3 favorite fandoms: Zoe: Oh, god... Harry Potter, LotR, and i guess certain youtubers? Alex: uh, that changes depending on how I’m feeling. Right now, probably, Star Wars, YouTube and something else?

#zoe and alex answer things #tagged post #we tag anyone who wants to do this #answers #questions #answer #ravenclawravings #not really harry potter related

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