#i want to hug him his hair looks so soff

[messyponiessi]

I really love @cirilee 's dragon starscream, so I ended up doodling a dragonscrem in my notes during Forensic Science. I hope he's just as gorgeous as Starscream is! More details (blabbering) and bonus doodles under the cut

I based him off a Lung Dragon/Chinese Dragon, bc those are cool, and I feel like he would be a long boi! Whenever he uses his forehead ("middle"?) horn, those red slits on his neck get more exposed/glow brighter. Idk why, but I like to think that horn does something special. Like burn ppl! IDK I'm just saying things. I like to imagine that, when WJ finds and frees him, he helps him with that maintaining lustrous mane & beard. Its hard to brush your hair when you're a fucking dragon.

Bonus doodle (I'm not good at drawing dragons IM SORRYYYYYYYY):

#starscream #dragonformers #tfp #tf #transformers #transformers prime #tfp starscream #dragon au #dragon #dragons #lung dragon #bust #doodles #messyponiessi #dragon starscream #dragonformers starscream #au #i love him #i want to hug him his hair looks so soff

[lihikainanea]

Can you write something maybe a little more on the sweet side? Tiger just feeling small, maybe she’s on her period, and Bill just has caregiver vibes. Maybe it happens while they’re with his family

Ohhhh my, I am feeling so soff and subby tonight.

I think sometimes tiger gets small for some pretty valid reasons--she's having a tough time at work, she's having some drama with her friends, she's had to be a Boss Bitch for too long. She gets small when she's had to make too many decisions and she just wants to disappear into that space where she doesn't have to decide what she wants, for anything. She can just exist and float, and know that she'll be taken care of.

But sometimes it also happens just because she's been feeling really good, her Big Dude has taken such good care of her and she's feeling loved and safe and she's just....floaty.

But of course, the lead up to shark week is always kind of a gamble. More often than not she'll get small as hell--sometimes it's the good kind, sometimes it's the real bad kind and she spirals. Bill knows she's always a little more sensitive the week before--sensitive physically, definitely, but the poor bean is also just full of emotions that she doesn't know how to process.

And if it hits while they're visiting family, it's probably pretty difficult for Bill on all accounts--for one, he just wants to love up on her and cuddle her and make her feels safe but he can't, not with this many people around. Secondly, tiger always gets paranoid that people will see her like this, or that they'll know, and that's terrifying for her--so Bill has to reassure her, a lot and constantly, that it's okay, that she's safe and that no one knows she's like this with him. And thirdly, he worries for the interactions she might have with his family--usually she can take Valter's smarts comments and shoot them back just as ferociously, but when she's small like this, the tiniest thing can really set her off and send her spiralling.

Maybe Bill realizes when they wake up one morning, she's lying on his chest with his thumb in her mouth but she has a cute furrow to her brow, her face tense. Bill opens his eyes slowly, glides a warm hand up her back, and he extends for a stretch.

He knows that look anywhere. The furrowed brow, the fact that she's glued to him, the way she's self-soothing with his thumb. His heart swells already.

"Hi sweet girl," he purrs.

"Mrrrph."

He yawns, hugs her in closer and sniffs her hair.

"Want coffee?" he asks. She just grunts again--but when he goes to get up she whimpers, clings onto him a little tighter and bites at his thumb.

"Okay easy kid," he soothes, "I won't go anywhere."

But like, the problem is--sooner or later, they have to come out of the room. The whole family is there. And tiger is already spiralling, freaking out about it because she doesn't feel safe. She can hear Valter's yelling downstairs, she can hear some of the brothers swimming in the lake, and somehow she has already gotten it through her head that everybody knows. Bill has to talk her down from a few ledges before he's even had a sip of coffee.

"Let's start there sweet girl," he says softly, "They know you never get your own coffee, and they know that they never see you before you've had coffee. That's normal, okay? Can we start there? I'll go get you a cup, and then we'll figure out a plan for the day."

It takes a brief moment, but then eventually she nods.

"Eyes tiger," he reminds her gently, tilting her chin up with his forefinger, "Okay?"

"Yes, okay." she murmurs.

"Hold onto your tiger," he says, and he stuffs the plushie in her arms, "And I'll be back in 5 minutes, okay? Set your timer, sweet girl."

"I don't need--"

"Set it," he says sternly. She reacts right away, relaxing a bit as she reaches for her phone and sets the timer.

He returns not even two seconds later, with two steaming mugs of coffee and he hands one to her.

"How're you feeling?" he asks, as he takes a seat on the bed. Tiger just shrugs, her eyes downcast.

"Answer me," he insists gently. She fiddles with the handle of her mug.

"I don't know," she says quietly, "Loud."

And Bill gets it. By loud she means worried, over-stimulated, her mind going a million miles an hour and she just can't stop it. He takes a sip of his coffee as he thinks.

"You're safe here kid," he tells her, "You're always, always safe with me."

"But your family is--"

"They're here, and they're everywhere," he finishes her sentence, "That's why I need you to be brave today, okay? I'll take care of you the way you need, I promise I will. We'll just have to do it a bit differently this round."

"They're going to know," she chews at her thumb, "They're all going to know."

"Nobody is going to know," he murmurs, taking her thumb from her lips and replacing it with his own--which she takes willingly.

"We're going to stay like this for awhile," he tells her, "And then I'm going to bring breakfast up."

He hushes her softly when she protests.

"And then we're going to go on a hike in the woods--just me and you. We'll bring a picnic so we can be alone for awhile, just me and you, and I can take care of you."

He doesn't ask her if that's okay, or if that sounds good. Tiger doesn't want to decide anything right now. Instead he climbs in behind her, pulls her to his chest, and just holds her there until she's done her coffee.

"I'll be back with breakfast," Bill says as he gets up, "Set your timer for 10 minutes."

And she does. And within a few minutes Bill comes back with a tray full of food, telling her that everybody is out swimming in the lake anyway and nobody is looking for her. She nibbles on some things while Bill opens her suitcase, picks out a few clothes for her to wear. He packs a backpack with some bug spray, some sunscreen, an extra bag of gummy bears--which he waves at tiger with a wink, before putting them in an easily accessible pouch in front. He goes through her toiletry bag and pulls out a few tampons, some baby wipes, he tucks a roll of toilet paper in there. When she's done her breakfast he ushers her into the shower, starting it for her and laying out a toothbrush with some toothpaste on it.

"I'm going to make lunch," he says, "I'll be back here by the time you're out, okay?"

She nods, and he gives her a gentle push into the streaming water.

And true to his word, by the time she's done he has another bag picked with their lunch, and he's waiting for her in the room. he mapped out an easy trail--they'll be gone for a few hours but nothing uphill, nothing too physical, just lots of flat ground and lakes and shady areas they can stop and just be together.

"Go wait for me outside," he tells her with a kiss, "I'll just go say bye to everyone."

And listen, Bill never drops the ball when she's like this, you know? If she's small as hell and he's not in a position where he can take care of her--then he changes their surroundings. He makes sure he gets her somewhere alone, somewhere safe, where she can just be like this with him and not have to worry. Somewhere that he can take care of her the way she needs. He tells her when to drink some water, he decides when they should stop and rest for a bit, or grab a snack. He sets them up for lunch. The whole day he just makes sure she's taken care of, that she's feeling okay, and he protects her from anything that would break the bubble around her.

#BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #sub tiger #bill skarsgard fic #bill skarsgard fanfic #bill skarsgard fanfiction

[kcatta-wodahs]

Babe! I hope your requests are open... (i didn't check omg)

anyway I am soft and I want to request your beautiful brain

The brothers' reaction to GN MC falling asleep on their lap! I thought it was adorable, how do you think they'd react? You can also do Dia, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon if you'd like! No pressure though!

Love you!

the soff? the soff. Time for soff. i love you too!!!!!

I wrote these from the point of view that MC already snuggles with them a lot so that part isn’t unusual. I might write the Undateables later if I get inspired!

Demon Bros Ahead!

Lucifer

Most often, you’d lay your head in his lap when he still had work to do

You know. like... always.

Since Lucifer always had work to do, it’s hard to find time to spend together, even if he really wants to.

This is a perfect in between. You can lay on his lap, playing games or reading books, or whatever you wish to do, and he doesn’t have to feel like he’s missing work.

It’s when he asks you a question and you don’t respond that he notices you’ve fallen asleep this time.

And oh, his heart melts. 

The idea that you trust him enough to completely fall asleep with him there?

He scoops you into his arms and carries you to your bed.

He leaves you the smallest kiss on your forehead before he leaves.

But he definitely hopes that someday.. he might be able to hold you all night.

Mammon

You two are just hanging like normal, watching a movie that you’ve seen a million times

Mammon has a lot of comfort movies like that. Ones you know by heart but still love watching because they’re your special thing with him now.

You swap places most of the time. One night he’ll be laying in your lap, the other it’ll be you in his.

After all, having your hair played with feel soooooo good okay you gotta split the feeling evenly.

When Mammon realizes you fell asleep he doesn’t know if he should be offended that he isn’t entertaining enough or #blessed because oh my god you’re asleep on HIS lap oh myg0

He may think about it way too much and turn himself into a blushing mess.

He lets you sleep as long as you need to, and stays right there, even if its hours.

And he completely denies that he stayed there for you when you wake up.

Leviathan

Snuggles happen during anime binge nights or when Leviathan is too fixated on a game to put it down.

You’re more than happy to just watch him play on those days, being the company he needs so that he doesn’t completely lose track of reality.

It’s so cute to watch him get excited too!

This is one of those days.

But when Leviathan lets out a cheer when he finally passes the level, he hears a little disturbed mumble from you.

He looks down and sees you asleep and oh man he’s never been so red.

Oh no, he couldn’t wake you up either! What to.. do??

You are asleep in his lap???

He has forgotten all about his game at this point, torn between waking you up so you could get more comfy, and just.. letting this be.

After a while, he convinces himself to wake you up, but it doesn’t work like he planned. Now you’re just hug-snuggling him while you sleep.

Guess... it’s bed time?

Satan

The soft sound of something landing on the carpet alerts him

He almost jumps as the silence between you two is broken, and when he looks down he sees that you’ve dropped your book.

A second later and he realizes you’re asleep.

He feels gentle and soft just looking at you. Like all of his troubles have melted away.

He can’t help but run his fingers through your hair, over your forehead, and to brush your cheek lightly.

He is more than happy to keep reading until you wake up.

If it reaches bed time and you’re still asleep? Well... he might just fall asleep right there too.

Being able to spend such time with you is more precious to him than all the world.

Asmodeus

Oh! Snuggle times are his favorite!

He loves telling you all about his latest fashion design, or the strange demons he met at the fall while you lay in his lap and listen to his stories.

Sometimes, that’s how he does manicures for you, since he really likes to have his hands moving while he talks.

He feels how tired you are this time, though. He teases you about it a little, but encourages you that he won’t be offended if you doze off.

He knows his voice is soothing after all.

He will happily continue the manicure while your responses to him get sleepier and sleepier.

And once you’ve fallen asleep and he’s finished your nails? He will just straight up watch you and your beautiful face while you sleep.

He loves this, and like Lucifer, he’s honored that you trust him enough to completely let down your guard around him.

He loves you so much.

Beelzebub

Another movie night!!

You two have snacks galore, a whole mountain of them ready for marathoning BBQ Life together!

Beel loves loves loves *loves* cuddling, so he’s more than happy to be the one to put his shoulder over you first, and he doesn’t mind at all when you laid in his lap.

He’s happily snacking away and chatting with you about the recipies on the show, and how it would be amazing if TVs could share smells as well as images.

He gets super enthralled in this one recipe and pauses for a while, and when he speaks again, you don’t respond.

When he shuffles and looks down at you, you snuggle into his leg a little and he is smitten. You can stay there as long as you want. He loves this.

One of the other brothers will walk into the living room to find him staring at them with pleading eyes. He can’t get up because that would wake you but he ran out of snacks!!! Please save him brother!! No, not by waking MC up!!!

Belphegor

Buddyo this happens like every day.

Like, usually it’s him falling asleep in your lap but still.

He can work with this. He likes watching you sleep anyway.

It feels... restful. Like he’s the only one in the world who’s awake anymore, and there’s almost a magical feeling to it.

Time feels like it’s slowed down, and like the only sound in the world is the sound of your peaceful breaths.

He could stay like this forever, even if it meant being awake.

He may or may not peek in on your dreams to see if you’re thinking about him.

He really hopes you are.

It’s not long before he’s fallen asleep with you, though. He got jealous of you napping when he wasn’t lol

#asks #answers #requests #obey me headcanons #my writing

[ellitx]

I love contributing to the Himmel love aa hopefully will have arts soon but for now some more Papa Himmel Hc's~

°Imagine him with twin girls, theres so much pink, princess motifs and butterfly hair clips galore

°Love to sit them down to braid their hair and teaching them to braid and style they're own hair by letting them try to braid his

°Its a disaster but they're trying with the littol hands and maybe put a bow in daddy's hair, once he's done with them he'll go and re-style his hair but will keep the bow, doesn't have the heart to take it out

°Loves to have conversations with them about what it be like to have a little brother or sister since he knows your expecting (going off of your dad hcs omg 🥺🥺)

"So.. what do you guys think its gonna be? A girl or a boy? He questioned his beloved little ones

"Ooh! I wanna another girl!!"

"What if its two girls!!"

"Or three!! Hehe"

The two of them exclaimed back and forth to themselves while Himmel tried to collect himself after the thought of having 6 women in his house.

"Alright, Alright calm down now.. as much fun as three baby girls sounds I think it might be a bit much for our little family huh?"

The two of them nod trying to calm themselves

"Yeah.. but we promise we'll be the best big sisters ever! Right?"

"Right!"

The other says to her counterpart, as their father pulls both of them in tightly

"You two are gonna do great but we also gotta take care of Mama right? We love her very much and we gotta help her as much as we can, especially right now"

°Hes probably also a grill dad, the apron, the socks and sandals, out in the backyard making summer time foods, while Venti is on like his 3rd beer before lunch

°Carefully watching his kiddos play in the yard and you relaxing in the lawn chair over looking the scene play out.

°Wont let them near the grill though, dont want them to get hurt but promises to make a fire pit later that night to roast marshmallows

(head full sorry for spaming inbox i just love soft wholesome papa himmel aa -💚)

Papa himmel is such a doting father towards his daughters 🥺 dressing them up, braiding their hair and if they have ballet or piano lessons, his babies are dragging him to watch them practice or join in with them 🥺🥺

He’s also a supporting father so if it’s time for their recital or performance, you and him are sitting in the front row or somewhere you can watch them closely on stage. The big smiles on their faces made him go soff and emotional and hhhhh papa himmel 🥺🥺💕💕 after their performance, you’ll go to the backstage then your babies come running up to him hugging his legs then to you asking to be carried.

“Papa, how did we do?!”

“Did you like it mama?”

Kissing their foreheads, you patted their heads and give them a big hug. “Oh Papa and I loved it so much!! Both of you did great dancing/performing together on the stage!”

The girls giggled then turned to Himmel. “I wanna play piano/dance with papa together!” The older twin huffed and wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders.

“Did you hear that, dear? Performing with them would make it incredible.”

Your husband playfully rolled his eyes then grabbed your waist to pull you close to him. “Even more spectacular if mama joins in.” He smirked when he saw you blush then chuckled and kissed your lips shortly after when you pouted and blush at his comment

#submission #ellianswers #💚 anon #himmel x reader #domestic genshin #venti fluff

[missmonsters2]

Where Roses Bloom

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader/OFC

Prompt: I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer

Note: Thank you for sending this in. This was pretty gay wasn’t it

Warnings: soff

Genre: Fluff 

Count: 1587

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You've always liked summer. You loved the warm breeze on your skin, the smell of fresh flowers, and clear skies. 

There's something about the long days and short nights that puts you at ease.

"Hey," A voice from behind comes before they sit down.

You look slight up to see Natasha settling next to you, hanging her feet off the ledge and slightly dipping into the lake.

"Everyone's looking for you, lunch is going to be served soon," Natasha says softly as she gazes onto your face. You're looking out onto the lake, spots of sunlight hitting the water, and the only ripples created by your foot dipping in and out.

"Okay," you say after a moment, "what are we eating?"

"Hm, I think Steve insisted on grilling steaks, and Tony is goofing around and trying to use his suit to cook everything. It's like Kitchen Nightmares in there."

You chuckle, "Who's Gordon Ramsay?"

"Believe it or not, Clint," Natasha smirks and offers her hand to you to take, and pulls you up.

Natasha continues to hold your hand as you tilt your head with the image in your mind of Clint and Gordon Ramsay's face merging together.

The seven of you have saved the world from peril time and time again. This particular villain was a tough one, and no one came back unscathed. 

Pepper had forced the seven of you to take a break because it's not like the world could end back to back (though, you subtly knocked on wood when she said that). So, she had Tony ship the 7 of them out to his lakehouse on some unmarked land. 

It was quiet.

Peaceful, like a glimpse of a life all of them secretly yearn for. 

You can't help but notice how Natasha's hand feels warm, that she's a warm person.

Lunch is an interesting affair, and you think most of it ended up on Tony more than being eaten. 

Now everyone's in the living room, and you're watching Steve figure out a Wii remote and bouncing back and forth with the body senor.

You can't help but think that you're all pretending that the mission didn't affect them. 

Like Tony almost being unable to save Pepper.

Like Steve losing civilians in his care.

Like Natasha didn't watch you die in front of her. 

Coming back was something you couldn't even explain. 

One moment, you were being hurdled off a cliff, breaking through the ice at the bottom and into the ocean. Broken bones and the cold preventing you from being able to swim back up. Natasha dived in after you, pulling you out onto the freezing ice. 

It was so cold. 

You could barely even hear Natasha telling you to hang on, feeling warm drops of her tears hitting your face. 

And when everything was over, all you remembered was waking up in a SHIELD's hospital, and everyone rushing to hug you in relief while explaining about some alien ritual. 

"Steve has no rhythm," Natasha says quietly next to you, grabbing your hand subtly and hiding it behind your backs. 

You grin, "I think he's just stiff. Give him a couple days playing Just Dance, and he could be on So You Think You Can Dance."

"Wouldn't that be quite the season?" Natasha laughs, and Steve looks over at the two of you, squinting his eyes in suspicion.

You stick your tongue out at him, only spurring him on to come to pull you out to play Just Dance with him (which you do absolutely destroy him at with no mercy).

The day continues on with activities here and there, everyone forcing themselves to relax and unhunch their shoulders.

It's fairly rambunctious with the boys trying to out-compete each other until they manage to tire themselves out late in the evening, everyone voting for a movie to end the night. 

You and Clint get the popcorn, coming back to see that Natasha has saved you a spot, and you know it's for you because she legitimately kicked Clint out of the seat with her foot when he tried to sit down.

You roll your eyes playfully at her before taking a seat, sinking in and sliding until your hip touches her hip, arms pressed against one another, and you get that feeling of warmth again.

The movie is playing, some action movie that everyone likes to pick apart for being unrealistic, but you're not really paying attention.

You think about the roses you saw growing along the driveway outside, and think about how beautiful they were.  

You think about Natasha, but you can't just think one single thing about her.

You think about how you've slowly grown closer to her over the time you've spent with her. You think about how she's wonderful and open and warm.

You think about the grief on her face as you died in her arms, and her clenched jaw, and glossy eyes when you woke up in the hospital.

You think about how the words, 'I love you,' grow within you but stop short of blooming. 

Because you and Natasha are both people who actually might be over adept at saying, "I love you," without actually saying it.

Like right now, with Natasha holding your hand, thumb pressing against the back of your hand, hidden from anyone to see, might just be another way of saying it. 

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Bedtime comes faster than you want it to. Everyone retires to their room, and you find yourself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.

You had fallen asleep briefly, but woke up from a nightmare and been chilled ever since.

You don't talk about it to anyone, what you've been dealing with ever since coming back.

There's always a chill that follows you. You're always cold, even when sitting out in the blazing sun. Sometimes it feels like water is filling up your lungs when you're lying down and trying to sleep. 

But you're an Avenger, so you brave it out, lying alone in your own bed.

But it's not quite the same in this lakehouse. It's not your room and not your bed. You don't hear the drops of water occasionally hitting the sink like you do in your room. 

You bite your lip as you sit up and look at your door. 

You crave it now more than ever.

It's something that inflamed in you, relentlessly fighting its way out until you couldn't resist anymore.

And so, you got out of bed, snuck quietly out to the room down the hall.

You open the door quietly, but you know Natasha already knows it's you.

Still, she looks groggy as she sits up to see you. She presses her palm to her eye, ruffling her hair as she gives you a small smile.

"Hey," she rasps, and you lick your lips. 

Natasha opens her covers for you, and you think about how ridiculously easy it is to slide in next to her and let her place the covers over your shoulder.

The time is both too early and too late to be up, but you notice that Natasha's room has a giant window for a wall, and you get a view of the garden outside.

Roses are blooming there too.

Your arms slide around her waist, placed just below her back, while Natasha puts one arm over you, her other arm on her pillow bent as she rests her head on it.

She doesn't say anything, and it makes you relax more in her arms. 

"Can we just talk?" You say, and she nods, rubbing circles on your back.

And Natasha launches off about her favorite vodka and how it's made, what tastes good with vodka, and how weirdly hard it is to get it.

Honestly, the topic is random, and you don't care much about drinking, but the rhythm in Natasha's voice and the warmth surrounding you start to soothe you. Your face is partially hidden, pressed to her chest as you listen to the reassuring sound of her heartbeat.

And when you look past her, you see the roses again. You think about how sometimes it feels Natasha words plant seeds in you, and her touches are just shy of making flowers bloom until you've become a garden.

And when all the words come to an end, you still hang onto the sound of Natasha's heartbeat in the silence.

"Couldn't sleep?" Natasha asks gently, using her fingers to comb through your hair, and giving you goosebumps.

"I..." You start to say but then pause. Natasha doesn't say anything and pats your head as if to say you don't explain anything to her.

But you think about the roses blooming in your chest, and you bite your lip.

"It's cold," you say at first, unsure of what else to say. 

"...Do you need more blankets?" Natasha says just as hesitantly.

"No, it's always cold...I'm always cold," you mumble, and Natasha gets it right away because it seems to be always reading between the lines with the two of you. 

And it's everything shifts in Natasha because it's the only thing you've ever shared about it since coming back.

Natasha pulls you closer, hand sneaking under your shirt boldly as she rests her arm on your bare back, fingers just right under your shoulder blade.

"I'll keep you warm," she whispers, her nose dragging across your face as her lips brush against yours, "Hold me closer."

And you think perhaps in her warmth, that's where roses bloom.

#mm: my fics #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff x ofc #natasha romanov imagine #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #avengers imagine #avengers au #avengers reader insert #marvel imagine #marvel AU #marvel reader insert #Modern Avengers AU

[derireo]

may i request,,soff hugcanons for itaru,misumi,tsumugi and azuma after they havent seen reader for awhile (sorry if thats too much its fine if u wanna shorten it thank u 💕)

np!! i got everything for u right here <3

Itaru, Misumi, Tsumugi, Azuma: They Miss You

He doesn't like showing it, but he's one of the needy types when you two haven't seen each other for a long time. Either because of work or because your schedules overlap, Itaru gets quite frustrated when he doesn't see you every two or three days.

He starts cursing under his breath more and runs his fingers through his hair, and you two normally don't text because he's always playing a game on his phone and can't afford to be interrupted during it.

At times, when he feels that he's had enough of this separation, he'll text you late at night when he has nothing else to do: 'Yo. Let's meet at the convenience store or smth."

And then he'll don his usual tracksuit combo, but sub the jacket with his bomber. U know the one.

He breathes a huge sigh of relief when he sees you waiting for him at the front of the store with your hands in your pockets and your cap on low. You almost look like a sketchy stranger, but Itaru knows better

"You look creepy like that, Dummy." He'd tease you and flip your cap off your head with a cheesy grin. You'd scurry after him when he enters the store, cap on his head as he bites into a lollipop he had saved in his pocket earlier.

He buys whatever snacks you're craving for and adds an energy drink for himself. When you've got all your supplies, the both of you share a seat outside, with you curled up in his lap.

You're feeding both him and yourself as he plays a game on his phone, wrapped up in his jacket and arms as the cool night breeze rustles your hair.

This becomes the usual routine whenever you guys are stuck with a heavy schedule during the day.

Surprisingly, Misumi is someone who doesn't show he misses you until he actually bumps into you.

It's almost like he completely forgot LOL

Okay, but fr, when he bumps into you he gasps.

"Ah!!! I missed you!!!" He exclaims and launches himself at you with a laugh. It's so all of a sudden that it makes both of you nearly topple over, but he saves you with his quick reflexes.

He's been so busy looking for triangles (and sleeping) that he almost totally forgot about you. No offense, really, but his mind is so taken up with triangles, acting, and onigiri that he'll temporarily forget about anything else.

When he does see you, you take up all of the space in his head!!!! He's basically got tunnel vision on and he can only focus on you!

"Where have you been?" He'd ask curiously. I don't think he has a phone (unless it's canon) so it's pretty difficult to contact Misumi at all. Most of the time you get updates from Kazunari since he's closer in age with Misumi than the other troupe members, but they're all weird messages lol

You explain why you have been so busy lately, but Misumi waves it off since it's not really a bother. Literally he couldn't care less, he just wants to talk. Idk why he asked pft I'm writing this shit

He takes you on a walk since whenever he goes out, the weather is always super nice! Not too hot, not too cold, but just right!

He's always holding your hand; he's a bit worried he'll lose you if he doesn't.

You go eat snacks with him at some point and he babbles on and on about how he was thinking of you and was trying to figure out a way to track you down.

You cough,,, Ahem . . . Bebs u don't have a phone....

You actually offer to give him one of ur old phones so you can talk through a messaging app but he quickly makes an X with his arms to decline.

"It's fun when I talk to you with Kazu!" He beams and you don't have the heart to say anything but....

Kazunari had the same idea as you though so the very next day you actually receive a message from Misumi himself LOL

'There's triangles!!!!! ∆∆∆☆'

He gets fidgety when you're not around; doing things like fiddling with the watch on his wrist, readjusting his sleeves, or tapping a pen on his leg. He got real used to you being in his arms most of the time, and he doesn't know what to do when he's not doing it.

Tasuku ends up noticing right away and he rolls his eyes, suggests that Tsumugi make the move first and see you at whatever place you're chilling at.

Tsumugi gets flustered when he's caught thinking about you, and he shakes his head and slaps the back of his neck with an awkward smile as he claims that he doesn't want to disturb you.

"Look. I don't really know much about dating, but if you want to see them just say something."

So with what little skills he has with technology, manages to call you! And even manages to set a time and place to meet the next day!

His heart flutters when he sees you at your designated meeting place and immediately starts to walk faster to greet you!!!

He brought a couple of flowers too because he passed by a flower shop on his way to you.

You jump up when you see him come inside and both of you immediately latch onto each other for a hug. It's a warm, very tight hug that smells like vanilla and cherry blossoms and you're getting happy just because of it.

You're both giggling excitedly when you pull away, and Tsumugi cups your cheeks in his hands to give your widdle nose a kiss!

"I missed you." He pouts and you pout back at him, motioning for him to sit in the seat that was across from yours.

His energy never dissipates as you both talk about how your week has been going, and you know he's listening in earnest when he brushes his thumb along the back of your hand while staring at you with wide, sparkling eyes.

You guys definitely have the best dates when you haven't seen each other in a while.

Azuma's emotions are really difficult to pinpoint. Not many can tell when he's missing you other than Sakyo, who spends the most time with him out of all of the dorm members.

He tends to stare off into space when he's thinking about you, and it looks really poetic when he has a mug in his hand because he traces the rim with his index finger as he looks lost in thought.

The corners of his mouth will be tilted upward as his mind races with images of you laughing and smiling, and he slumps forward in his seat as he cups his mug in his palms. He really loves it when you look at him like that.

Sakyo gets a little disgusted sometimes and tells him straight away that Azuma needs to go and see you or something.

Only thing is that Azuma isn't fond of going out during the day because of the sun (it's canon don't @ me) so you two actually have a bit of trouble seeing each other considering you don't find it safe to venture outside at night.

BUT!!!!!!!! Azuma drives! :o

It'll take him some time to find the location you send him on his phone, but he . . . . . gets there

His smile is all coy when you enter the car, but the 'I've missed you.' that falls from his lips is unmistakable.

You two go out and eat at one of those nice cafes that are open late at night as bars aren't in question anymore. He used to go and drink with clients, but it wasn't something he wanted to do with you. He felt you deserved more than just a couple lousy drinks at some stinky place.

And once you guys find a nice seat at the window, he's all over you <3 He wraps his arm around your shoulders first and scoots your chairs closer so that they're touching. He waits for you to lean into his side on your own, and when you're relaxing, his other arm comes, a hand resting on your thigh as you tuck your head against the spot between his neck and shoulder.

It's very chill, and you two talk idly about what has been going on lately as you take sips from your drinks.

You two end up staying very late at the cafe... ;; Haha

#i wrote this rlly fast idk how #a3! #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! imagines #a3! headcanons #itaru chigasaki #misumi ikaruga #tsumugi tsukioka #azuma yukishiro

[zayray030]

5 times Jason surprised the Titans and 1 time they surprised him

Chapter Title: You're a nerd!?

Chapter: 4/6

Summary: Kory and Dick go to their first parent-teacher conference. They're surprised by what Jason's teacher has to say about him.

Today was the parent-teacher conference and both Dick and Kory were nervous. This would be the first time that they have ever done this and they wanted it to be perfect.

When they arrived at the school they both took deep breaths and marched into the school, making sure to show an air of control over the situation even though they were both panicking inside.

When they got to Gar's, Rachel, Jason's and Rose's teacher they both took a deep breath again and walked in. Thankfully they had picked the last meeting to go to to make sure that they got every little detail.

“Hello! Mr Grayson, Miss Anders. So lovely to see you. The kids talk about you all the time!” exclaimed the teacher. She was a small, plump woman, clearly in her late 50s or early 60s with whitish hair and laugh lines.

“It's good to meet you too, miss.” said Kory, ever the polite one and held her hand out to shake.

“Oh, please. Call me Cathy.” said the sweet old woman and shook the woman's hand before turning to Dick who had the sense to hold his hand out. “Now I can see where they all got their manners from.”

“Yeah, so…the kids?” asked Kory sitting down in a chair in front of the desk.

“Of course. They're all amazing. But there's just something about Jason that's so-” before Cathy could continue Dick held his hand out.

“If you want to keep him last, I understand.” said Dick. Cathy smiled again and nodded her agreement.

The next 30 minutes or so were spent talking about Gar, Rachel and Rose's academics.

Gar seemed to do well in just about everything except for science. Not a problem. We can work through that.’ thought Dick as he continued smiling and nodding when appropriate.

Rachel's only flaw was her social interactions and English. “Well she had Gar, Rose and maybe Jason. She'll be fine.” thought Dick.

Rose excels in everything except for people skills. Those Dick will struggle a bit with but he would get through it.

“So Jason. You seemed a bit apprehensive to start with him.” said Kory nervously.

“I was thinking Jason should move up a grade.” said the teacher, unaware she had just dropped the biggest bombshell on the two young adults.

“Why would he need to move up a grade.” Dick finally said when he finally felt confident in his ability to use his mouth without looking like a goldfish.

“Well because he's top of the year, of course. Now mind you, we don't normally do this, so Jason is the exception.”

“Oh? Would you care to show us a few of his works?” asked Kory, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

“Oh why of course! This one is a personal favourite. I even sent a copy to his father!” exclaimed the old woman, looking through her drawers before finally finding what she was looking for. She slipped out a thin file and handed it over to them.

The two young adults couldn't help but feel tears come to their eyes as they read it.

“It was a class project. I remember that both Rachel and Gar wrote down Starfire and Rose had written down Wonder Woman. The class had followed what they were doing and did different League members as well. Except for this little boy. He wrote about his father. He wrote about the man who would take him out for ice cream and gave him a home. The man who loved him unconditionally.” said the old woman, tears coming to her eyes.

“May we have a copy please?” requested Kory as she tried to wipe her tears as discreetly as possible but Dick had no shame and continued to let the tears fall down.

“Of course, young lady! I have several other works that Jason's done. A class favourite is where he talked about the pros and cons of Shakespeare plays and how it helped build societies expectations. He's also very talented at his other subjects.” rambled the old woman as she looked around her drawer again and produced a few stacks of paper and held them out. “Here. Have a little read of them. So what do you say? Let him skip a grade?”

“We'll have to go home and ask Jason what he would like, ma'am.” Dick finally said as he quickly rubbed his eyes and stood up, holding the folder securely in his arms.

“Of course. May I also have the…” she trailed off, hands indicating the essay and Kory quickly gave it to her. “Jason is lucky to have you two look after him.” she said as she waved them off.

“Nonsense. We're lucky that we get to look after him.” said Kory, brushing away the woman's compliments as she and Dick quickly got out.

“We are so going to take him to the library one day, aren't we?” Kory finally asked when her and Dick got in the car.

“Duh.” Duck replied, shooting her a grin.

~Later, at Titan's Tower.~

“So how did it go?” asked Dawn the moment they entered into the tower.

“Okay, first where are the kids? And two where's my coffee?” asked Kory as she sat down near the kitchen island.

“To answer your first question they're in their rooms and for your second, here.” replied Donna, setting a mug of soffe in front of the alien princess.

“So how bad was it? Dickface still hasn't spoken.” asked Hank, nodding his head over at Dick who was still clutching the file protectively in his arms.

“Oh it went well. Gar just needs help with science, Rachel her people and English skills and Rose with her people skills.” replied Kory taking a sip of her coffee.

“And Jason?” asked Donna worriedly.

“We need to ask him if he wants to skip a grade.” muttered Dick sliding next to Kory and putting the file in between them.

There was a silence before the three other adults burst into laughter.

“Good one, Dick.” wheezed out Hank.

“Oh? What did we say that was so funny?” asked Kory, raising an eyebrow at them. They quickly stopped at that and turned to shoot them incredulous looks.

“Please! Have you seen his report?” asked Hank.

“Have you?” Dick fired back. They all just stayed silent before Dick whispered. “Why would he not want us to see this?”

“It might have something to do with the streets.” said Dawn softy. When they sent her a questioning gaze she elaborated. “Think about it. On the streets the most important thing to know was when the soup kitchen was going to open. It was to know which person to dodge and which person to follow. Knowing maths and science wasn't. You'll be left out for the dogs.”

“And all those times I called him dumb or stupid.” whispered Hank almost horrified.

Before anyone could say anything else, the kids had begun to trickle into the kitchen.

“Hey Dick! Hey Kory!” exclaimed Gar happily, running over to give his parental figures a hug.

“Hey Gar.” said Kory while Dick ruffled his hair. Rachel said a small hey before hugging them both briefly and running of to get some coffee. Both Rose and Jason just nodded at them.

“So? How did the meeting go?” asked Rachel.

“Um, very, very well.” said Kory but she was sending Dick nerves looks.

“Actually Jason, we wanted to talk to you about something. The teacher had suggested that you live grades.” said Dick and he honestly should have said it better.

“So he's getting moved down?” asked Rachel.

“So I guess I can't call you a nerd anymore.” muttered Rose boredly, gladly accepting a cup of coffee from Rachel.

“Aww, it's okay Jason! We can still hang out and stuff.” said Gar, looking sympathetically at his friend.

Jason didn't say anything he just nodded but everyone could still see the kicked puppy look on his face. Kory, however, turned to glare at Dick.

“Do you actually know how to say anything properly, Grayson!?” she snapped at him before turning over to march over to Jason. “What Dick is trying to say is that the teacher wants to know is you're okay with skipping a grade.” she said laying her hands over Jason's shoulders.

“HUH!?!” yelped the teens in the kitchen.

“I can skip a grade!!?” asked Jason excitedly.

“Yup! It's not often this happens but-” she was cut off by Jason's excited whoop.

“Fuck yes I want to!” he practically screamed.

“Well that's settled then. And while we're at it then you can explain why you haven't given a single one of your report cards and why haven't told us that you're a straight A student.” said Dick, giving a look that clearly told him that there would be no escape out of this conversation.

“...oh, shit.”

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This one shot was slightly inspired by @ladypaperwriterson and her headcanon about Jason writing Bruce as his hero.

#jason todd #batman #robin #dick grayson #bruce wayne #dctv #kory anders #dick x kory #kori anders #koriand'r #dawn granger #hank hall #donna troy #rachel roth #garfield lynns #garfield logan #gar logan #bruce wayne is a good parent #bruce wayne is a good dad #Jason is a nerd #Jason has straight A's #he's just very insecure about it #dc titans #titans netflix #rose wilson #titans imagine #robin jason todd #jason todd imagine #Nice teacher

[nakunakunomi]

Hewwo Hazel uwu 🔫😀👾😭😜😳⏰😏🎆💓?

Hewwo Bas! The UwU is strong today  o(>ω<)o Thank you for your questions! 

🔫 - Fave canon arc? 

Thriller Bark. It made me laugh SO HARD. One piece is one of the few anime that genuinely makes me laugh out loud, usually im more of a “hmpft” blowing air out of my nose laught kinda gal, but one piece gave me a lot of joy and laughter, and mostly during thriller bark. Besides that, the fights and the general plot thickening and things coming together, and Zoro’s sacrifice all made this one of my top favorite archs! The pacing was very good as well, compared to, for example, Dressrosa. 

😀 - Most favorite Straw Hat?

aaaaaa don’t make me choose  This is very hard! The initial thought was Zoro because well it’s Zoro and most of his lines never fail to make me laugh. Robin is the one I admire most cause it’s the kind of lady idk if I wanna be her or be with her yknow? And Chopper also popped up because well.. he’s the absolute most adorable bean and I love him and his cuteness. 

I’m gonna conclude a tie between Zoro and Robin, and Chopper can be on their shoulders being adorable?   (´･ᴗ･ ` )

👾 - Fave villain?

Perona as far as she was an actual villain, her negative spooks are the best attack ever and no one can tell me otherwise. 

In terms of bigger antagonists, probably the Charlotte family? I’m counting them as one, just for now, since they are all super interesting and I like seeing them on screen more than ceasar or moria or doffy and 100000x more than friggin Blackbeard (Imagine me using the ‘dinkleberg voice’ whenever I say blackbeard).  Doffy is a good villain. But he makes me too mad so he only gets a flaminglemention and not the top spot ha. 

😭 - Saddest scene?

Just like one piece is the series that made me laugh he most, it’s also the one that made me cry the most. Almost embarrassingly much. I ugly sobbed for a few hours straight around Ace’s death. I was spoiled, I knew it was gonna happen, but I did not know how exactly, so ehm from impel down on, every scene they showed him I teared up at least. (oops).  BUT there was one other scene that made me cry a lot that I have to mention because I did not expect to cry for that moment. I knew about the time skip, I knew about the training, I knew they were gonna take some time off to get stronger. BUT I did not know how and when and the circumstances. The moment Kuma separated them, the agony and the helplessness. My heart. I could not take it. That was too sad. 

Honorable mentions for the Bellemere scene very early on and saying goodbye to merry. Just too many heartbreaking moments but I feel that’s what makes the series so nice, you need to get hurt sometimes in order to get more attached to characters. 

😜 - Funniest character?

Ehm. In terms of delivering hilarious one-liners and making me laugh while not actually being funny on purpose: Zoro. The dumb is too much and is hilarious. He says funny things while not being funny and there’s just too many peak comedy moments in him getting lost or ‘wanting to get made into a wax statue in this pose”. 

Luffy gets a mention in situational humor too because that dumbassery is hilarious as well. 

Other than that. Probably a tie between Usopp and Franky. It’s just so stupid, but the sheer simpleness of most of the humor makes it so easy to digest and look at! 

😳 - Any crushes?

Any? Many! ehm, to not make this answer a couple thousand words long, quickfire! Ace, he has the charisma, the feralness, the politeness and the freckles.  Shanks, he’s just the sweetest, sexiest mystery man who knows what his priorities are.  Sabo, all the feralness, less of the politeness, all of the cuteness. His smile can revive puppies.  Zoro: the Dumbassery, the muscles, the brutal honesty and that soff soff mossy hair.  Kid: again, the dumbassery, the rudeness while still caring for his bunch of misfits. I love me a good tulip.  Robin: The beauty, the grace, the humor, the fashion, the intellect. Again, dk if i want to be her or be with her.  Vivi: The courage, the love, the sweetness amongst the badassery, step on me princess.  Honorable mentions for Killer, A bunch of people showing up in Wano that I’ve only seen spoilers pop up for. And writing some character has had me reconsidering all the crushes all together. In conclusion: WHY IS EVERYONE IN ONE PIECE SO ATTRACTIVE??? safe for you Blackbeard honey, you could fall off a cliff and I’d applaud. 

⏰ - How long have you been into One Piece? 

Not that long at all. When I was 14? ish I started my anime journey. I watched 15-20? episodes of One Piece and hated it. Around that time one piece was somewhere in between 500-600 eps and I could not imagine ever catching up to that, especially since my strict parents limited my computer use to 3h a week. 

Then a friend really got into it I think about 5? years ago and kept talking about it and how it was actually good. I was starting to do an effort to watch all the ‘big’ and ‘must-see’ anime and promised myself I’d watch One Piece, eventually. 

Then this year at the end of October 2019 I actually started watching it. I had grown up a lot, and could now appreciate the anime way more for what it was? I fell in love and binged the entire thing in more or less six months with some small breaks in between for work, school, books, and other anime. Highly considering re-downloading so I can rewatch my favorite parts soon. My biggest problem is that once I love something, I go ALL IN and I will love everything about it and obsess. And thus this Tumblr was created as the hiatus started and I wanted something One Piece to keep me distracted. I eventually want to collect the manga but I now don’t have the space for it in my tiny room. 

😏 - Favorite scene? 

Sabo and Luffy reuniting! The reveal, the tears, the hug, and the ridiculousness of Luffy with the beard and all, just made it perfect. Absolutely loved it.

OH and Luffy punching the celestial dragon. The absolute energy in that scene made me grin like an idiot yet gave me goosebumps. Punch those slave-owning bitches luffy, thank you! 

🎆 - Something you can’t wait for??!! 

ALL of what is to come in Wano. I’ve been catching spoilers here and there and i just cannot wait! There’s gonna be so much reveals and new characters and comebacks and all the things I did not know I need in my life. 

And I would like some more reveals on Shanks and his crew since we literally know next to nothing about them, besides the fact that even the admirals seemed to be at least wary of their powers and I just really need to know. (or not, since mystery adds to the charm). 

I can’t wait for the abolishment of the government and the death/defeat of blackbeard (assuming that will happen at some point, a girl can dream). 

💓 - Which character do you relate to the most?

SO HARD. Hardest question. Ehm... Ace and Usopp I think? I struggle with family a lot, but I have a chosen family that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I am hella insecure, but I try my best most of the time and I am extremely loyal, even though I have no particular talents, I try and help here and there and hopefully can make some people happy that way! 

If you read all the way through here, thank you for coming to my Ted talk! It was so long  („• ֊ •„) but it was also so much fun  (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

#one piece #one piece ask #ask me anything #get to know hazel #proof that i talk to much #hazel actually rambles a lot #put me in front of a crowd with only a note one piece on it and ill talk for hours #even if the audience doesnt want to hear it #CAN I INTRODUCE YOU TO OUR LORD AND SAVIOR MR MONKEY D LUFF YALL? #Here is law he has no ass but all the regret #anyhow rambling even in these tags that no one reads oop #basilisa-scorpii

[lihikainanea]

what is a normal day for Bill and Tiger like? we talk a lot about alll the sexy stuff they do and how that side of their relationship works (my love for that part of their relationship is too large to put into words) but we don’t talk too much about the small domestic aspects of it all - 🍋

Oh god sweet nani, I am so here for the soff domesticated stuff this week. I am just ACHING for some casual intimacy, the doldrums of everyday life but made just a little special when a strong pair of arms wraps around you, or when you roll over in the night and bump into a warm chest. The types of weeks where you’re both just going through bullshit, you’re tired, but it’s also just a little easier to have someone around who is doing little things to make you happy.

Soft, domesticated life is truly the best and most telling form of intimacy. I don’t care if you kiss hello or goodbye in public. I don’t care if you pose for nice photos. Do you hold hands on the couch, when nobody in the world is watching? Do you hug when passing each other in the hallway, when no one would know?

The most incredible, the most telling intimacy is the kind that exists when there is no audience to observe it. There’s no show. There’s no decorum. It’s just pure.

And the normal day to day life...I kind of love it. If Bill isn’t working, he’s still the one to get up early and wake tiger up for work. Tiger is fucking miserable in the mornings, and Bill isn’t a huge fan either but if he can start her day off a little better just by being awake, by hugging her closer as she wakes up, by helping her get out of bed by getting out of bed too--then that’s what he does. He still makes her her coffee even on the weekdays, pops a mug on the sink in the bathroom so it’s there when she gets out of her shower. He doesn’t talk much in the morning because she hates it, so conversation is really kept at a minimum. He gets her lunch ready while she gets dressed, shoves a granola bar in her pocket for her drive to work because tiger gets nauseous if she’s had too much coffee on an empty stomach. Maybe she calls him at lunch, maybe not. There are definitely a few text messages a day. He pours her a glass of wine when she gets in, but tiger also has this thing where she needs to unwind a little from her day. Truth be told, Bill is the same way. She hates coming in from work and immediately eating dinner--she wants some cuddle time on the couch first, glass of wine in hand, she wants to hear about his day and she wants to tell him about hers. No matter how late she gets in, that one hour of wind down time is mandatory.

And like, if Bill is working I kind of think it’s even sweeter. Their weekends tend to be pretty busy in that case, prepping easy meals for the week. He gives tiger his shooting schedule and she looks It over, figures out when he’ll be home that week. There’s always laundry to catch up on, groceries, trying to see where they can fit in some time together. A lot of it is napping too, Bill is physically exhausted from his week and tiger just wants to be near her Big Dude for all those glorious sleepy snuggles.

Bill really only has two types of shooting schedules: day shoots where he’s out of the house at 4AM and back at 8PM, or night shoots where he’s out of the house at 6PM and back at 8AM. Tiger isn’t sure which ones she hates more. When it’s day shoots, she has to throw her own ass out of bed and she doesn’t even get any morning cuddles out of it. After the whole debacle with the last coffee maker, Bill takes a much easier approach now. After his morning coffee (a solid 5 hours before tiger would crawl out of bed for hers) he washes the machine out, gets it ready, and programs it to start brewing 15 minutes before she wakes up so a cup will be ready when she stumbles out of bed for it. He putters around before he leaves--gets her lunch ready and leaves it in the fridge, sticks a note on the front door telling her not to forget her lunch, puts out two towels in the bathroom for her shower (and after his shower, he always leaves a note in the steam on the mirror so that she’ll see it when she gets out of her shower). He’ll kiss her goodbye and try not to wake her up, and if he can, he’ll call her from set when she’s supposed to wake up. it’s not always possible, but he tries his hardest.

Tiger sometimes feels really lonelywhen he’s on day shoots. She wakes up alone, and when she gets back home from work he’s still not there. She’ll pour her glass of wine, relax on the couch. It’s why meal prep on the weekend is so crucial, so that she doesn’t have to run around and scavenge for dinner. She can unwind and wait for him to come home--and she greets him with a big sappy smooch, a long hug, and a glass of scotch. They eat dinner together and usually immediately after, Bill’s eyes are closing from his long day.

Night shoots are a little easier on them. He gets home right at the time tiger should be waking up, so he crawls back into bed with her. On night shoots, tiger starts some very specific negotiations immediately when her Big Dude pulls her back into his chest. If she showers but spritzes her hair with dry shampoo instead of washing it, she can get snuggles for another 7 minutes. If she forgoes a full make up routine and just keeps it basic, she can maybe squeeze out another 12 minutes of snuggles. If she shows up half an hour late to work but stops and gets donuts on the way, then she can stay in bed for another 6 minutes and fill her car up with gas too on the detour to the donut shop.

Anything and everything gets sacrificed the minute he crawls in behind her and wraps those strong arms around her.

And night shoots are kind of glorious because when he gets back in the morning, he can actually spend some time with her before he goes to sleep. He’ll make her coffee. Maybe she’ll make an effort to sit down and eat breakfast, and he’ll be eating dinner at 8AM (tiger always leaves him a plate in the fridge, from the night before). Maybe they’ll even shower together, and tiger will get a little pre-work lovin’. He gets her lunch ready, kisses her goodbye, and then she goes to work and he goes to bed. It’s kind of cute, right? Because then tiger will get home from work and she’ll wake Bill up, and it’ll be time for him to have breakfast and for her to cook dinner. He has coffee and orange juice, she has wine. They get some quality snuggle time in too, before he leaves for work. Nights are no doubt hard for her though, having to sleep without that furnace beside her. The bed just feels too big and too empty without him in it.

These tiny routines, just these small things that they do for each other just to make the other happy...nani, I die. Every time.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #soft bill #BFF!Bill

[emmyrosee]

I need my soff tol boy to forcibly cuddle me or i will riot (🦴)

ME TOO-

Maybe you’re in a bad mood and as much as you love The Kid and adore his affections, you really just wanted to be alone right now.

But he is constantly needing your cuddles and love and affections, and last time he checked, cuddles were the end-all-cure-all to make you better (he has no evidence to prove this theory, merely knowing that you always tell him how much you love him and his cuddles. Which is plenty enough evidence to prove this)

So when he plops down next to your laying-frame on the couch, looks down at you with his sweet, wide eyes, he starts slowly, resting his hand on your thigh.

You sigh, “sweetheart, you know I love you so much, but I really just want to be alone right now.”

“No being alone,” he whispers, making your face stiffen in anger and annoyance. “It’s worse.”

“You do not want to fight me on this, right now.”

“I know,” he says simply. When you exhale sharply though your nose, he gently scoops you in his arms and brings you in his lap, long limbs having absolutely no struggle clamping you to him.

“Henry, please,” you beg, fighting harder in his grip. He says nothing, merely shushing you and kissing your hair softly. He’s whispering things to you, but you can’t make them out over you heavy breathing and struggling.

Finally, he grabs you, realigns you on his lap and firmly grasps your face in his hand, “enough.” He softens when you stop fighting. “Let me help you... let me make you better... please. Just let me help you.”

And you choke on a sob and hide in his chest, massive frame hiding you from the world, despite being alone. The only thing that isn’t covered is your legs, which dangle limply as you cling to him.

He rests his chin on your head, enveloping you entirely in a hug.

“I’m sorry I forced you into a hug,” he says softly. You laugh around your cries, hand fisting his shirt.

“You’re fine,” you manage between cries. “I just... needed to take my frustrations out on someone, I’m sorry, baby.”

He shushes you some more and kisses your head, squeezing you tightly as he gently rocks you back and forth, not letting go until your cries fade

#ugh. i love him #the kid #the kid fluff #the kid x reader #the kid x reader fluff #the kid imagine #the kid castle rock #henry deaver #henry deaver fluff #henry deaver castle rock #henry deaver x reader #henry deaver x reader fluff #henry deaver imagine #castle rock #castle rock imagine #castle rock fluff

[clownistyping]

aksjusiaja (musical)beetlejuice angst where he kinda like, hates himself for the shit he did? cause he just wanted to be loved? and then reader comforts him and cuddles :,))

Tbh. If i did the stuff bj did. I'd h8 myself too rip. But soff angst now uwu.

'You're shit.'

'You fucking married a. Minor. A child.'

'You literally tricked her into exorcising her friend by telling her it'll bring her mom back.'

'You've killed. Lied. Manipulated. You are shit.'

"Jesus! I fucking know I'm a shit guy! Could you let me fucking wallow in peace!" Beetlejuice yelled and pulled at his hair, hiding himself in his legs. He tore out strands of hair and scratched at his skin, tearing away to show raw skin. 

Slapping at his head he groaned to himself as the thoughts of self hatred started screaming. 

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" He yelled and yelped when he felt a hand touch him. 

"Bj? What's wrong?" You asked looking down at the ghost who looked at you then looked away, 

"Nothing.."

"Then way are you yelling?" 

He stayed quiet, held his arms and whimpered. You gently held his face, he flinched when you touched the raw skin. 

"You hurt yourself." He nervously chuckled, 

"That? Just me bein dumb.." you grabbed his hand, 

"Come on, let's clean you up." You led him to the bathroom, he sat on the closed toilet as you took out your medical supplies. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He shrugged, 

"About what?" 

"About why you were telling yourself to shut up, and why you were pulling hair." You pushed back his stringy hair. He looked away and you squatted in front of him. 

Taking out antiseptic you put in on a cotton ball, 

"C'mere." He pulled away from you but you quickly dapped it onto his cheeks, Beetlejuice hissed in pain. 

"Did this to yourself." 

"I do everything to myself.." he whispered and you stopped, 

"Like what?" You asked, he shrugged. 

"I hurt others for personal gain, I lie I steal. Hell I've even hurt you!" He pointed to the scar on your arm he gave you when you first met. 

"That? But I like that, makes me look cool." He huffed, 

"But I still did it." You set the medicine down and looked up at him,

"I've hurt people too BJ, I've lied. I've been a bad person." 

"But you're so good." You laughed, 

"And you are too." You cooed, 

"Remember when you baked me a beetle pie for my birthday? Or the time I was a mess from the loss of my friend that you helped me communicate with them via ouija." You held his hand, 

"People, alive or not. Aren't just good or bad." You started,

"We're complicated, our feelings and wants to get the better of us and sometimes it hurts other people." He leaned onto your shoulder, 

"But as long as you make up for your actions, you're fine. You're forgiven." 

"Forgiven?" 

"Well.. something like that." He chuckled and you played with his hair. 

"No one is good or bad, but you can always make up the bad for the good. Just." You picked his face up, 

"Don't get them confused. Ya know?" He nodded, 

"Just remember." Your foreheads leaned on each other, 

"You're a good person to me, BJ." 

"Even if I've done bad things?" 

"Even then." You gently kissed him and he pulled you in for a tight hug. 

#man..ive gotta poo #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice imagines #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice #beetlegeuse #my work

[ghostbustermelanieking]

#32: It looks good on you.

32. “It looks good on you.”

thank you to everyone who advised me on this premise!! i owe you everything and you owe me nothing

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It's a chilly morning in October when he says it. They're lying in her bed, the curtains thrown back and sunlight streaming in through the windows when he says it, her head on his shoulder and most of the comforter bunched up around her. He says it slow, his voice deep and barely teasing, so she knows he means it. He says, “Wanna get married today?”

She lifts her head to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise and maybe an ounce of caution. She says, “You're kidding.”

“Dead serious, Scully.” He strokes the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, cupping the shape of her skull. He smiles a little, the sides of his eyes crinkling, his thumb nudging the side of her cheek. “If you want to,” he adds carefully.

She shifts next to him, her stomach pressing awkwardly against his side, their faces bent together but not too close. Her palm slipping over his chest. “Mulder, we've been hiding our relationship because we don't want our partnership to be terminated. I guarantee you the FBI will terminate it if a marriage shows up on their court documents.”

His smile thins, but only a little. “They're putting our section up for budgetary review, Scully,” he says gently. “They've closed us down once. They'll do it again.”

“Oh, Mulder, how many times have they shut us down and changed their mind? We've kept at this for seven years and it still hasn't ended.” She lowers her head back to his shoulder, still sleepy in the way she can only be on a Saturday morning, curled up in bed with her partner. “And marriage,” she adds muffedly into his neck, “marriage won't help the cause.”

“I dunno that there's a cause to help.” He scratches her spine gently in a way that makes her hum pleasantly in the back of her throat. “What I'm saying is,” he says quietly, mouth bent down towards her ear, “we don't have to not do this because of the Files.”

The blinks in surprise, several times. That was one thing that she never, ever expected to hear. She lifts her head to look at him again in astonishment. He's still looking at her, his face dead serious, his eyes dark and soff. “Mulder… you're not saying you want to do this because you think the Files might be closed…” she says cautiously.

“No, no, of course not,” he says quickly. “I… It's something I've wanted to do for a long time, I think, and I just… it seemed like the right time. But not because of the Files.”

She shakes her head, almost in disbelief. “Then why'd you bring it up?” she asks softly.

“You brought it up, Scully,” he says, really teasing now, and she bites back a grin. He pushes hair behind her ears, leans up to kiss her temple. “I knew that our jobs would be your first argument, and I wanted to let you know that it might not be a problem,” he amends.

She'd thought he was joking. She'd really thought he was joking because this is exactly the kind of joke he would make. She lets her head drop bonelessly to the pillow, overwhelmed. “Oh, Mulder,” she whispers again, her eyes half-shut, her palm still pressed over his chest. She can feel his heart under her fingers.

She'd thought he was joking, but maybe she should've known. By the way he smiled that night on the couch, at her words: I'm fairly happy. By the way he's been looking at her lately, like she is everything that matters in the world. By every little moment they've had in the past year, and every moment that preceded it. There'd come a moment where she had more or less dismissed the idea of marriage—it hadn't seemed sensible, after a few years. But now… now it doesn't seem so crazy. It doesn't seem crazy at all.

He rubs his nose against her scalp, one hand touching the side of her head, his warm, callused palm. He whispers, “It's okay if it's not something you're interested in right now, Scully. Or ever. I just… being the last man left on Earth puts some things into perspective, you know?” He kisses her hair, in the spot just behind her ear. “I wanted you to know I was willing,” he murmurs. “But… I don't want you to feel obliga—”

The rest of his words are swallowed as she rises up on the mattress, seizes his face in her hands and kisses him. “Okay,” she mumbles into his mouth.

He draws back from her, hand on her jaw, looking a little dazed as if he's been hit by a truck. Like he didn't really expect her to say yes. “Okay?” he repeats, dumbfounded.

“Yeah,” she says, and she can feel a grin breaking out over her face. A part of her is tempted to analyze this further, to question whether or not it's a good idea, but she finds she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to question it. She kisses him again, briefer this time. “Virginia has no waiting period, you know,” she adds, and the look on his face is enough to wash away every ounce of doubt in her body.

---

They're at the courthouse within two hours. It feels like a rush, like time moving too fast. They both dress in more of a hurry than they do for work—ironically, Mulder thinks, when there isn't any sort of deadline. He doesn't have any idea how to dress, so he dresses as if it were a work day, knotting a horrible tie around his neck that he remembers Scully complimenting a while ago. He's shrugging on a coat when Scully enters, in a sweater and jeans, her hair straight and tucked behind her ears, the light dusting of freckles across her nose. She blushes a little when she sees him. “I feel a little underdressed,” she says, spreading her palms a bit self-deprecatingly. “Especially considering the occasion.”

He shakes his head immediately. He feels a grin coming on again; he's going to be smiling like an idiot the rest of the day. “Don't be ridiculous,” he says. “It looks good on you. It looks excellent on you.”

Her face turns a little redder, her head bent down, the corners of her mouth upturned. She lifts her hands with the car keys, jangling, and murmurs, “Should we get going?”

“Yeah,” he says. He leans down to kiss her cheek as he passes her.

The drive feels too brief and too long all at the same time. He finds himself restlessly tapping his fingers on the wheel. Scully watches things flit past the window, her head tipped absently against the glass. She bursts out laughing as they drive through a suburban neighborhood, passing a house decked out in Halloween decorations. “What's wrong?” Mulder asks, suddenly worried that she's going to snap to her senses and tell him to turn around and go home.

“We should've waited a few days, Mulder,” she says, giggly. “For Halloween.” When he shoots her a blank look, she clarifies, “Mr. and Mrs. Spooky? We're playing right into people's expectations of us.”

He shakes his head ruefully, chuckling. “I wouldn't give them the satisfaction,” he says. “We're doing this for us, not for them.”

She smiles, reaches out and rubs her thumb over his knuckles. They ride the rest of the way to the courthouse in silence.

The line for the marriage license is about as long as one can expect in a legal building. They stand restlessly and wait, Mulder leaning close and making up idle stories about the people around them to make her giggle. He thinks about reaching down and grabbing her hand, and then he realizes that there is nothing stopping him. This is their wedding day. It sounds so strange, but it feels right. It feels like, silly as it sounds, that this is where they were supposed to end up.

He reaches down, brushing his fingers over the soft underside of her wrist before intertwining their fingers. She looks up at them in instinctive surprise—they usually try to avoid showing affection in public out of habit—but it fades immediately. She squeezes his hand and leans absently into his side.

After they've signed the license, black ink smeared on their hands, they linger a bit. Mulder can't stop staring at the looping letters of their names. He rocks back on his heels and looks up at Scully, who is still staring at the piece of paper. “Do you want to call your mom?” he asks.

She swallows and looks up, shaking her head. “I'll call her later,” she says. “But this… this is just for us.”

He wraps an arm around her shoulder and squeezes her close, tucking his nose into her hair. Her hand presses against his ribs, her fingers spreading as if playing a xylophone. “You ready?” he murmurs, cupping her elbow in his palm, and she nods.

---

The wedding ceremony is low-key. It's so overwhelming that Mulder doesn't even register most of it. He says what he is supposed to say, but he isn't listening. He is mostly looking at Scully. Watching the tip of her chin, the way her hair falls across her forehead, the deep blue of her eyes. He loves her more than he can put into words. They don't hold hands, but they're standing close enough that their thumbs are touching.

When the judge pronounces them husband and wife, a lump builds up in Mulder's throat as if he's going to cry. He links thumbs with Scully and finds that her hands are trembling. They stand, as if spellbound, until the judge directs them to leave. She doesn't kiss him in the room, but as soon as they've exited the courthouse, she turns towards him, facing him. Her hand wraps around his tie; she tugs him down to kiss him. He pulls her flush against him, hugging her tight. “Thanks for marrying me,” he says, and she chuckles low in her throat. He hugs her close on the steps, ignoring the people passing them. “I love you,” he says.

She's quiet for a long moment—a moment so long, it might make him nervous if she hadn't just married him. But then she looks up at him, her hand on the back of his neck, her eyes full of tears. “I love you,” she says.

His tie slips through her fingers. They stand closer together as an icy wind blows past. Mulder shivers, immediately thinking, I should give her my coat. And then he stops. He stops to correct himself: his wife. He should give his wife his coat.

---

He does give his wife his coat, slipping it over her shoulders, and she tries to talk him into taking it back all the way to the car, and he just keeps refusing until she rolls her eyes so hard it hurts. She climbs into the driver's seat of the car and he climbs into the passenger seat, and he buckles his seatbelt, expecting her to drive off, but she doesn't. She shifts awkwardly in her seat, clearing her throat and lifting her chin nervously. “I have something for you,” she says, her voice quivering, just a little. Almost indecipherably. “I-I probably should've given it to you in there, but…” She breaks off mid-sentence, dipping her head again and reaching into the pocket of her jeans.

She's so serious it almost scares Mulder, and he is about to make some crack about the coat he gave her just to lighten the mood, when she brings her hand back up and the words get caught in her throat. Sitting in the palm of her hand is a gold wedding band, simple and too large for her fingers. It looks old, like it's some sort of heirloom. He doesn't know what to say.

She clears her throat awkwardly, the ring cradled in her palm like a precious thing. “This… this was my father's,” she says, her voice wavering between steady and unsteady. “He left it to me in his will. They wanted me to have it… and I dug it out of my closet this morning, before we left.” She gulps. “And I-I know it's not very traditional, but I want you to have it.” She looks up, and her eyes are teary again. “If you want it,” she adds gingerly.

He's shellshocked. He can barely speak. “Scully…” he bites out, astounded and honored and on the verge of tears himself. “Are you sure? I… I don't know that I…”

“Yes, you do,” she says stubbornly, as if reading his mind. “I want to give it to you. And you do deserve it, Mulder. You do. You're my husband now.” Her voice cracks on the word husband, as if she can't believe it either.

He can barely breathe, his chest is too tight. He really is going to cry. “Scully,” he whispers shakily, and leans forward to hug her, but the seatbelt tightens, locking him in place. “Shit,” he mutters, and they both chuckle wetly. Scully thumbs tears from her own eyes and moves in to wrap her arms around his shoulders. It's an awkward hug, the seatbelt cutting into both of their necks, but neither of them notices.

She holds him tightly for a minute before leaning back and grabbing his hand in hers, sliding the ring over his fourth finger. It bumps over his knuckles before settling into place. She holds his hand in both of hers and smiles wobbily at him. His wife. “It looks good on you,” she says.

#i am so sorry for this i know its ridiculously fluffy and probably not great #all i could think about when i got this prompt though was some kind of wedding scenario #xf fanfic #i wrote this

[cartooness]

Sum Masonder Stuff part 82 or something lol

Okay, so. Lavender Grey and Mason Adalbert are both huge dorks. They are. And they're in love and it's beautiful. So, here are some dialogues I've made up for them haha.

Lav, jokingly,- You look like a cheeto.

Mason- Well at least I'm flaming hot then!

Lav, staring at Mason, admiring him with so much love- You're gorgeous. <3

Mason, blushing like crazy,- *sputter* NO YOU!! YOU'RE MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER!! YOU'RE A LITERAL GODDESS IN THE FLESH!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!

Lav, red as a strawberry,- O///////O thanks.

*proceeds to hold him tight under the blankets*

Lav- I love all of you <3

Mason- You do??? :')

Lav- Of course I do! I love you here *pecks his forehead* and here *pecks his cheek* and here *this goes on for a while lmao*

••Like almost an hour later••

Lav, very smitten,- Does that answer your question?

Mason, malfunctioning due to the amount of love,- Yeah. My turn.

Lav- Heh.

Mason- *does the exact same thing*

Lav- Button?

Mason- Lovely?

Lav- >///< sorry I just. Love my pet name so much.

Mason- Well it's true! You ARE lovely! *hugs her and kisses the corner of her mouth*

Lav- Aww, thanks n///n

Lav- Button. I'm cold. Are you?

Mason- Yeah, kinda.

Lav- Wait I'll get us a blanket. *uses magic to levitate a blanket towards them*

Mason- Also my heart is cold. Can you warm it up owo??

Lav- *adjusts blankey, then snuggles up close to him.* Of course. <3

Mason- Can I kiss you please?

Lav- Okay.

Mason- *kisses her hands*

Lav- Ò/////Ó *SPUTTER*

Mason- ÒwÓ

Lav- Hmph. My turn. *holds his face and kisses him rather passionately*

Mason, a few minutes later,- Ò////Ó

Lav- ÒwÓ

Mason- Lav is like a basket.

Travis- Explain.

Mason- She holds me.

Lav- *is carrying him bridal style* uwu

Lav- WHAT'S CRACK A LAKIN BIG SMACKING!!!! *passes out*

Mason- !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Decan- She's been like this for an hour. I'm scared. Do you think you know what happened?

Mason- ...catnip.....

Decan- Wha?

Mason- *sigh* Okay so, Jace invited Lav and I to the animal shelter he works at and she was playing with all the cats, which was absolutely ADORABLE, and SOMEHOW, SHE FOUND CATNIP, SNIFFED IT, AND NOW SHE'S HIGH OR SOMETHING!!! Is it because she has cat like qualities????

Decan- She. Got high. Off of catnip??

Lav, delirious,- HELL YEAH I DID!!! *goes back to the floor*

Decan- I'll carry her to her room. *sigh*

((This was so stupid fhdhgsfhah))

Mason- Your eyes sparkle like the ocean~♡

Lav- My eyes are brown?

Mason- Your eyes sparkle like the Hudson River?

Lav- Button, can we cuddle please?

Mason- Of course!

*cuddle each other*

Lav- *snuggles up real close*

You're such a wonderful human being, you know that? You're so compassionate about others, even when you've had a rocky past, you listen to others and what they have to say, and you're never angry like, ever. It's really rare to find people like that.

Mason-.... well, I'd say you're not so bad yourself. First of all, you're like. The most powerful human to ever exist, and that's really saying something, and from what I've been told, you escaped from your childhood hell and actually made it here, and by the luck of the all mighty universe, found a family to call your own. And the trauma? You have a super strong support system AND you're a natural born fighter.  Not to mention, you are like, SO smart about so many different things. It's amazing. And you're so, so sweet and passionate about so many people and things you love and care about. Falling in love with you was the best thing that's ever happened to me. *realizes what he just said*

Lav- *blushing like crazy* you... fell in love.... with me?

Mason- Yes! I have! I've fallen and I can't get up! You're, just, so smart, so passionate, so strong, not to mention you're absolutely GORGEOUS in every sense of the word, how could I not fall in love with you! I love you! So much!

... I love you too. Jesus, I am so in love with you I literally can't put it into words. You are such a wonderful, kind, handsome, absolutely adorable human being, all around the absolute love of my life. *holds his face*

Lav- And I think I want to kiss you until I can't feel my face anymore. You?

Mason *blushing* - Yes please.

And then they’re hardcore making out, and by that I mean they're in a mad lip lock while hands are entangled in hair and/or holding the others face. This goes on for a while lmao.

~~About like 7 minutes later~~

Lav- *breathless and very lovestruck*

Mason- *Also very breathless and very lovestruck*  So... my love, how'd I do?

Lav- Well, darling, I think you've really outdone yourself~

And then they’re snuggled up into each other, once again, enjoying the moment. <3 ((they're so cute ahhhhh))

Ok so, I like to think Mason would definitely have yearning sessions with Kyle because they would. So this was right before lav and mason got like, together together.

Kyle- You ever just have the need to like. Cuddle up with someone. And hold them close.

Mason, in a proper yearning mood,- Ugh, YES. Don't judge please, but you know Lavender?

Kyle- Yeah. We see each other every day, and she made me pride pins. That was really kind of her.

Mason- .... I would love to hold her tight and just. Snuggle up with her all day. Yeah, that sounds wonderful.... -///-

Kyle- OOOH! YOU LIKE HER!!!! ~~~

Mason- Heh!? Wha.... maybe!!! I don't have to tell you!!! *hiding his face*

Kyle- My dude, it's okay! I mean, she's nice and stuff, you guys are already giod friends, so it's not like there'd be any major problems I guess.

Mason- Well, yeah, but I just don't know if she likes me back! Like, as more than a friend!! I dunno. I'm going to her place tomorrow on Friday, and maybe I'll tell her then. Better to rip the band aid off now when it's fresh or whatever.

Kyle- Ah, ok. Tell me how it goes!! But for now, let's finish Mr. Caps homework.

Mason- Yeah, let's do that.

Ok now here's one with Lavender and her friend Tracy ; )

Lav- Cloudy?

Tracy- Yeah?

L- I like Mason. A lot.

T- *GASP* I KNEW IT!!!

L- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNEW IT!?!?

T- Oh, please! You guys are so CUTE! You're always with one another, always enjoying company, and I'm pretty sure those platonic relationship cuddles are flustering you now. Do you get all shy and stuff when you're around him now?

Lav- Wha- yeah? But it used to not be that way!! Hmph. Damn his cute face and his laughter. And his caring touch. And his beautiful smile. He probably tastes sweet as well...

Tracy- >:3 You're head over heels for him!!!!!

Lav- Ò/////Ó TRACY PLEASE!!!! HE MIGHT NOT LIKE ME BACK THAT WAY!!!

T- But what if he does??

Lav- ... but what if he does? *hopeful*

And then they kissed the next day XD

So me and my lovely mutual @ghostly-business came up with these uwu

Did you know Lav's favorite way to hold Mason is by straddling him and snuggling into his chest while holding each other taught? Also he strokes her hair and face as well ((Note- on this blog straddling is never s*xual)) And they're on her bed, with a warm blankey, enjoying the moment :'') They nap/sleep together all the time. For reals. Mason has been in her room more times than he can count lol. They are so cute and fluffy and in love it makes me so soff Lav wears flavored lip balm all the time (like me, currently wearing the flavor strawberry sprinkle :p) , so she likes to kiss him and she'll be all like "What flavor is it? OwO" and he'll either actually guess or be like "Hmmm, I dunno, I need to taste it again ;)" cause he's flirty like that sometimes and they're favorite flavor is root beer. Or he decides to purposely guess something very wrong to mess with her, and guesses things that are inedible like “toothpaste” and they both giggle about it YES. HE WOULD.

"Pft, not even CLOSE to blueberry, Button."

 "I know, I know."

OH WAIT WAIT WAIT

Have you seen Cloudy with a chance of meatballs???

JELLO SCRUNCHIE????

You know that scene where flint and same like, puffed their cheeks up and kissed each other? Big masonder vibes right there :OOOOOOOOOOOOO :D !! I also rly love the jello scrunchie tooo aH

 Honestly they are like, a version of masonder. Exactly, The embodiment of masonder. YES. Also Mason would totally go to like. A peach farm and pick a bunch for lav cause she loves peaches. Mason, one day, on the phone, "Hey lav meet me at my place I have a surprise byeee" Imagine them. Sharing a peach tho, like, they just take a big bite of it at the same time and then give each other the biggest smiles. Y E S.

 I’m. Somft

And she's all like "Ah, nothing beats a near over ripe peach!" Mason, "I think your smile begs to differ" Lav-😶😶😶

 Mason- And you're definitely way sweeter than they'll ever be <33 *pecks her lips*

I'M SOFF DAMMIT

 I just had a wonderful idea. Lav and Mason, on a fruit farm date, And they have so much fun. There's a bunch of kids there as well, and it's so cute seeing them help the babies reach stuff. Or taking pictures for other families. Yessss love that.

 Imagine they find this weird looking fruit and give it a name like “Fred” or something like that and take a bunch of photos/selfie of said fruit. Y E S. THEY WOULD. I'M LOVE. Mason- LOVELY OMG LOOK AT THIS STRAWBERRY

 Lav- :OOO It looks like a Fred! They name it after Scooby doo’s Fred Jones because it looks similar to him. Like it’s just vaguely Freddy like. And then it's the evening, they have like 2 baskets of various apples and peaches and stuff, and they're sitting under a big tree, Lav's head on his shoulder, and Lav's all like "Mason, I'm going to feed you a strawberry, okay?" "Okay. Ah-" and then she catches his mouth in a kiss and starts passionately kissing him. He's kissing her back as well, and after a minute or two, they depart and he holds her in his lap. The sun is going down, so they head to Mason's house, and they put away all the fruit they didn't already eat, and now they're in his room. Mason lays on his bed, Lav right after. Then they get real close and snuggle into each other. "I love you." "I love you too." And then they drift to sleep.

:'''''))))

OK BUT I had this new idea abt the whacky strawberry thing - what if, instead of Fred Jones, the strawberry looked vaguely like Lewis. They call it “Lewis Pepperberry” and the second they show Lewis he’s just:  ಠ_ಠ. Lewis Pepperberry has a very special place in the fridge.

 Oooh! Yay! Lav put a spell on it so it'll never rot.

I’m thinkin the green leaves of the strawberry could be the 2 little tufts of hair on the back of head (hopefully you know what I’m talking abt lol -) Must never let the Pepperberry rot.

 Oh Vivi and Arthur would absolutely LOVE the Pepperberry, they would never let Lewis live it down. They would pepper it in (hehe) to their conversations from time to time and Lewis would always be caught off guard by it. Mystery would find it kinda ridiculous but support it anyways (and maybe put into some of their conversations as well sometimes)

Vivi, after kissing Lewis,- Mm, sweet as a pepper berry~♡

Lewis- Ò////Ò Vivi, darling, Please....

 Oh did I ever tell you lav is strong enough to bridal style carry Mason and she loves to scoop him up and shower his face and jaw with kisses?

“Sometimes our relationship is built by being silly and Lav holding me bridal style and smooching me” - Mason

 Also yes, masonder in a nutshell. Infinite smooches and holding. Along with being huge dorks. Omg.  You know how when moms kiss their newborn babies and they make those little noises while they kiss them 50 times on the same spot of their cheek? This makes little sense, but Lav and Mason kiss each other like that. They like, chose a spot and rapid fire kiss it like 50 times and it makes this little like, noise, IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN LMAOO. I literally can't explain it omg. But they smooch All. The. Time. And Mason is a surprisingly good kisser lol. Lav is almost there XD.

 I think you may be talking about a raspberry (not the fruit, the informal def is: a sound made with the tongue and lips in order to express derision or contempt. It’s like a pbbth sound I think how you’d describe it? I might be wrong so correct me if I am lol) KINDA. Like, it sounds like you're calling for like. A cat. This makes no sense I'm so sorry. It’s alright XD

But they do blow little raspberries on like the neck and stuff to get a laugh out of each other. Awwww.

 :OOO

The night of their wedding. They go to their room it's literally DRENCHED in pillows and blankets and sheets. There's a note from everyone that says "do what you want :p" They build the best pillow fort ever and be cute and cuddle and snuggle. They also try for a baby but that's another story lol

XD I love that tho pillow forts are most certainly their thing. They do it every Friday night and watch a sappy movie too with their favorite beverage. 

I LOVE YOU, YES They're watching Frozen and Lav is belting all the songs as Mason awkwardly dances, he sings along as well. Big cuddle time, Lav is probably laying in or on Mason’s lap, or against his side with her arms wrapped around him and his hand stroking her hair. Yes :'') They always sing along during musicals on Friday night’s it’s a rule that must NEVER be broken. Y E S. (Unless they’re in a theater, that’s the only exception tho) Of course uwu

 :OOO THEY SING BROADWAY TOGETHER. YES. BROADWAY MUSICALS THAT IS. THEY KNOW THE BE MORE CHILL AND MEAN GIRLS MUSICAL BY HEART. Those also happen to be the only musicals I know all the songs of haha. Mason definitely brushes her hair. Lavender has very voluminous hair and it's long and pretty and so much fun to play and style it. He'll blow dry it and brush it for her 100% And then he'll hold her and sleep with her :') I’m listening to a song in Singin in The Rain and I heard the PERFECT masonder quote that I think fits them really well: *it’s raining pretty hard outside* Lav - “Be careful, it’s raining a little harder than usual tonight.”

Mason - “Really? From where I stand the sun is shining all over the place ~”

And then Mason gives a sweet peck to her lips (it’s not the EXACT quote from the movie bc I altered it so it isn’t as specific and could be applied anywhere, but it still followed what was said)

 Awwwwwwwww I love it!!

 I don't deserve my own ocs mgsmgysltsltlstlstlslts

 XD They’re too good for this world. Exactly. They have so, so SO much love for each other.

😍😍😍😍😍 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Constant masonder mood.

Definitely.

And that's what we came up with XD

#mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls #Lavender grey #Mason adalbert #masonder

[harryandmolly]

i could write it better than you ever felt it - three

summary: fuck growing up. this is freedom, this is life, this is youth – 2007 Warped Tour style.

warnings: Language, underage drinking, Merriment (TM)

word count: 3k

Val woke up with a boy on her mind.

She bathes in the feeling of it, the comfort it brings her. She has a crush. After the year she’s had, she wasn’t sure she’d be allowed another. It feels like a little gift.

A little gift in a big, perfect, 6’2” package.

Speaking of package…

Val sinks her orthodontist-perfected front teeth into her bottom lip to tamp down her filthy smile. She closes her eyes and imagines the way he felt underneath her last night when they were rolling around in the dirt. His whole body was hard, and not in the way she’s used to. He clearly takes excellent care of himself, which is always sexy. He was all firm muscle wrapped in strong tendons and ligaments under a curtain of surprisingly soft skin. And, when she got a hand up under his shirt, moaning into his open mouth as she traced the defined lines of his abs, she found a nice dusting of chest hair that got her even a little wetter than she already was.

So yeah, he was hard in more ways than one. And Val can’t stop thinking about it.

She fell asleep in Pomona after a romp with her bounding bunny and woke up in Ventura for another round. It didn’t even occur to her until after her third orgasm of the past 24 hours that this is the first time she’s gotten a full eight hours of sleep in… oh, no, she refuses to think about how long it’s been.

What she’d like to stop thinking about, what she shouldn’t really be so impressed by, is how willing he was to stay put under her and let her explore him, drifting his hands over her body as he liked without demanding, without pushing any limits. I mean, really, how low are her standards that she’s actually charmed by respect and consent? That thinking about it makes her blush?

Well, Val cut her teeth on the boys of Warped Tour. So. Those standards? They’re pretty fuckin’ low.

What a nice thing, though, to have a crush. A nice little summer crush. A boy that makes her heart flutter when he skates by, a face to watch in a crowd when she’s had a few and is simmering for him under the cool June moon. A gift, indeed.

She’s pondering possibilities of flirtation, of stolen kisses, of pink cheeks and bashful glances when her bunk curtain flies open and something crawls inside.

Bea burrows her face into Val’s neck as Val wordlessly scooches further into the bunk to make room. Not that they need much. Bea is the size of a peapod.

“Honey bunch,” Bea greets, nuzzling Val’s hair which still smells faintly of bonfire smoke. It’s so signature Warped, it makes Bea grin.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Bea looks up at Val in wonder. “Did you sleep through the night?”

Val wears a proud smirk and tips an eyebrow at her. “I did.”

“Shit, that’s new. The Mendes kid must’ve really worn you out,” Bea yawns, feigning casual. Val chuckles, bouncing Bea against her side.

“Mmmm, what a man what a man what a man…” Val begins.

“What a mighty good mannnnnn,” Bea finishes, laughing.

The girls giggle together until Bea stops, kicking her bare foot at something brushing against it from outside Val’s bunk curtain.

“Guys, it’s Naveen,” a voice calls, making them both smile and settle, “Val, could you… I mean, I’m sorry, I know it’s early…”

Val makes a pitiful face and drags the curtain back, squinting at her friend.

“Naveen, only you could make it sound like you’re inconveniencing me by asking me to do my job. Bless your heart. I’ll be right out.”

Naveen sheepishly stumbles away probably to start unloading Val’s boxes, which she should be doing herself. She just wanted to… bask a little longer.

“No, so really, how was it?” Bea prompts.

Val shrugs. “We made out for almost an hour. I bet my lips are still swollen. It was… in a word, delicious.”

Bea groans and rolls out of the bunk, landing on her feet like a cat somehow. She shoots Val a displeased look. “Seriously? No fucking? You had a body like that at your disposal and you didn’t let him fuck you?”

Val crawls out behind Bea in Soffe shorts and a My Chem shirt that once belonged to an ex-fling. Her joints creak slightly. Maybe she’s getting too old for this touring junk after all.

“I was craving kisses. You ever get that? Where the only thing that will satisfy you is kissing? I’m talking about good, long, hot, full body kisses. The kind that swallow you up and never seem to spit you back out again,” Val muses, leaning back against the wall rattling with the overworked AC unit.

Bea stares at her, deadpan. “I only crave dick.”

Val sighs and nods, seeing her point. She shoos her friend off the bus to change and reluctantly greet the day.

And reluctant she is because it’s 100 in the shade on the second day of Warped in Ventura, California and Jesus Christ, how do people do this for a whole summer? How did she do this living in a van? She’s gone soft. Throughout the morning, she closes her eyes and thinks of England. She imagines sprinkling rain, warm Scottish wool sweaters, mugs of builders tea by the fire in student housing.

Those thoughts don’t make her any cooler though. Neither do the periodical rushes of teenagers flooding her tent to throw their babysitting money at her in exchange for American Apparel tees and hoodies.

Val isn’t Bea, but she’s a damn good merch girl. She stays cool under pressure, she’s well organized, well prepared and knows when to call for back up. Which is why, when it’s 1pm and her line is 20 deep at least and the girl in front of her is insisting she handed Val 20 ones for that beanie hat and Val must’ve just dropped one, she’s never been happier to see her stupid brother.

Raf swings out to greet his minions like he’s Freddy fuckin’ Mercury, doling out cheek kisses and hugs and Sharpied autographs on various body parts. It gives Val a second to breathe, to regroup, to take care of a few straggling merchgoers before his work is done and he can turn back to her triumphantly like a hero or some shit.

She slumps into her chair and makes a face. He imitates it back flawlessly.

“Thanks, or something,” she sighs, tilting her nose up in the air. He falls into the chair next to her, sweaty from their set.

“How’s it been this morning?” he hums, picking at the fraying holes in his jeans. Raf likes to think of himself as old school – he doesn’t buy holey jeans. He buys jeans and lets them get holey by sheer force of rockstar will.

“Fine. It was nice this morning; I started a sing-a-long with the girls in line who knew every word to Yellow Pages.”

Raf looks impressed. Yellow Pages was an unreleased demo, one of the first solo songs Raf ever wrote. Only the Youtubiest Youtubers have hunted it down. They can both respect that hustle.

They’re quiet for a moment, enjoying the lull, when Raf perks up.

“H-hey, look who it is,” he chuckles, nodding across from them to an extraordinarily tall figure behind the Bayside merch tent looking sweaty and a little lost. Val winces.

“Raf, come on—”

“HEY! SHAWN!” Raf barks, holding up one long dark arm to wave him down. Val groans low out of her nose but shows no indication on her face.

Shawn flails for a second as he spins, not terribly graceful on those big feet of his. He spots where he’s needed and goes white as a sheet. Val smacks her lips.

“You know, he probably thinks you’re going to try to fight him for my honor.”

Raf keeps a friendly, welcoming gaze on Shawn, waving more insistently, “That ship has long since sailed. SHAWN!”

Val holds her head high as Shawn walks over, a little slower than what’s normal, looking extremely hesitant. Raf is eating it the fuck up.

“Hey, buddy, how was your first barbecue?” Raf laughs, feigning ignorance.

Val lifts an eyebrow. Shawn’s eyes snap to hers in a panic.

“Uhm, fine—good, yeah, it was good. Great, even.”

“Great!” Raf repeats, too much vigor in his voice. It’s giving Val a headache, “Great, that’s so great. I’m so glad you enjoyed yourself.”

Shawn nods solemnly, eyes wide, waiting to be scolded by one of the Moreno twins. Val sighs.

“I need to pee, come walk with me,” she insists, shooting her brother a look. Raf smirks and holds his hands up in surrender, staying at his post.

Shawn keeps up with Val’s enormous steps quite handily. He doesn’t even seem to notice how fast she walks, but it’s the first thing a lot of people notice about her.

“So… last night…” Shawn begins.

Val tilts her head, looking at him expectantly. He’s clearly waiting for her to step in and make a comment. Whenever boys start a thought like that, it’s what they want.

Maybe Val’s a little more like Raf than she realized. She likes making him squirm.

“Hm?” she prompts, nodding.

He huffs a gentle breath. “Last night was cool.”

She can’t say she’s surprised. Was she expecting song lyrics to come flooding out of his perfect, soft mouth that she knows very intimately now?

“Last night was cool,” she agrees, stepping a little closer to them as they walk back toward the port-o-potties.

“Are you… uhm, do you think you’re going to the one tonight on the beach?”

She drowns in the sweetness of it for a minute, feels like a cute boy is walking her to her locker and asking her if she’s going to the malt shop after school. She should be wearing a poodle skirt and swooning to match the look on her face right now.

“The Ventura barbecue is always one of the best of the year. What happens on the beach stays on the beach,” she teases, elbowing him playfully. He loosens up a little, chuckling.

“Cool, yeah,” Shawn says, “Maybe we can hang out again, then.”

Val tamps down a smile and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. He watches it get hooked away and watches it fall back into place against her cheek. He scrubs the back of his neck with his hand as they arrive by the maze of port-o-potties.

Not the most romantic setting, but…

Shawn suddenly tucks a hand against Val’s neck and kisses her. It’s quick, he only lingers for a split piece of a moment to suck a little at her lower lip before he pulls back. His eyes are dancing and he’s got color in his cheeks that can’t be attributed to the heat of the California morning.

“See you tonight,” he says, walking backwards for a few feet before turning and jogging off toward the Forefront van. She watches him go with an amused chuckle and a glance at the seat of his pants.

+

Val tips back and forth with her arm around Steve from New Found Glory and Bea on her other side. She’s filled to the brim with tequila, salt and lime eagerly fed to her by the NFG boys, some of her oldest scene friends.

“I don’t care what you think, I like that new Hannah Montana song,” Val yells into Steve’s ear over the boppy rhythm of “We’re At the Top Of the World” by the Juliana Theory.

Steve rolls his eyes, feigning disappointment. “You’re better than that, Moreno.”

“I most certainly am not!” she laughs, knocking her Corona against his in a lazy, drunken cheers.

It’s 9pm and it feels like the sun has only just set. It’s a little cool so close to the beach so she’s snuggled into Steve for warmth even if he’s more of a brother to her than her own brother sometimes. Her fuzzy brain reminds her to look for Shawn and the Forefront boys again because they haven’t shown up yet and she finds herself feeling a little girlishly eager.

A raucous behind them makes her turn under Steve’s arm. She feels Bea poking her arm but ignores her, smiling smoothly.

Francis has launched himself onto Shawn’s back as they stride down the hill from the vans and buses in a phalanx of men in women’s jeans. Seth is laughing with his hand on his stomach. The others are ignoring them as though it’s something that happens at this same time every day.

Shawn screams, laughs as he kneels and flips Francis over his head to slam into the ground. The barbecue goers all “oooooooh” in sympathetic pain as Francis coughs and tries to regain his breath. Shawn rolls his eyes and helps him up. As soon as Francis is on his feet, he’s leaping onto Shawn’s back again.

Val licks a drop of beer from the corner of her lips and shrugs out from under Steve’s arm, shivering a little. She stumbles past Bea’s clingy arms and “no, noooooo!”s in favor of walking straight into Shawn’s path as he resigns to his new cling-on.

“Hi,” she blurts with a grin, cocking her head at him. Shawn skids to a stop. Francis bounces against his back with a muffled groan.

“Hey,” he murmurs, tightening his grip around Francis’s knees. Francis drunkenly laughs, cheek resting against Shawn’s shoulder. Val looks over at him with a smirk.

“You boys look a little worse for wear.”

“No one came to our set,” Francis sighs.

“That’s not true,” Shawn argues.

“14 people came to our set,” Francis corrects, wrinkling his nose.

Shawn shrugs. “Yeah, that’s about right.”

“We all play to empty rooms sometimes,” she reminds them, nodding past them to the Streets boys throwing Raf into the ocean. Shawn follows her gaze and laughs.

“Can he swim?”

She shakes her head. “Not when he’s more vodka than boy.”

She looks back at Shawn and smiles. He’s a little sunburnt and doubly flushed from whatever booze they pity-drank after their meager set. He smells like a fresh shower and Val can’t help but wonder if it’s for her.

She thrusts her chin in Francis’s direction. “Ditch your sloth boy and come drink with us.”

Shawn unceremoniously drops Francis, who hangs around his neck for a second before thumping into the sand below them with a groan.

“Us?” Shawn asks.

Val nods to NFG and Bea. Shawn’s eyes go comically wide.

“Oh shit,” he breathes.

“C’mon, celebrities are just like us,” she teases, taking his big, warm hand in hers and tugging him toward her friends.

Shawn wants to protest, wants to dig his heels in and shake his head like a toddler, but he thinks after last night he’d follow this woman straight into a wildfire. He pastes on an anxious smile as she introduces him to everyone. The tiny merch girl, Bea, seems especially interested in him, elbowing Val every chance she got like a middle schooler. It makes Shawn wonder if maybe Val has been talking about him. He shivers at the idea.

Shawn and Val sit together in the sand. As the hours grow later, Shawn gets chattier, bonds with Chad and Jordan while Val watches and occasionally moves curls out of his eyes like a total girlfriend but she doesn’t care because she’s lit. A joint is passed around and everything slows down a little.

Shawn is leaning back on his hands, one of which is behind Val so they’re almost, just ever-so-casually intertwined. She leans into his ear to talk sometimes and he feels the hair on his neck stand up from her hot breath on his skin. Her fingers sneak toward his and brush against each other in the sand. Shawn’s skin prickles with need. He chews on his lower lip until Val nudges him.

“I’m ready to go,” she announces quietly. Her eyes look molten and black in the beach bonfire light. His stomach churns. He nods quickly and stands despite all the liquor in his system. He takes her hands and pulls her up with him.

She loops an arm around his waist as she makes her goodbyes. He feels awkward holding her like this, like they’re wearing a sign together that says “we’re leaving to fuck now, have a good night.” But when she slides her hand in the back pocket of his jeans, the worry is gone. He grows antsy as she waves goodbye. When he finally has her leading away from the barbecue, away from the rushing crash of the Pacific and the dull drone of Good Charlotte on the stereo, he places his lips by her ear to speak.

“Your place or mine?”

He’s a little proud of that line.

Val curls into his body and rests a hand on his stomach through his black t-shirt.

“Yours.”

+

Val blinks. It’s quiet. The bluish tint of dawn comes in through the windows.

She tries to lift her head too quickly and finds her cheek is stuck to his bare chest. She winces as her skin peels away from his. She plants her hands on either side of him to push herself up and take stock of the situation.

It’s early, but buses haven’t started leaving for the next stop in Mountain View yet. She is wearing her t-shirt and skimpy pink panties. Her jeans are pooled on the floor of the van next to her. Shawn is deeply asleep beneath her in a pair of boxer briefs. The Forefront boys have all returned to the bus and have therefore seen her in this state of being, passed out on top of their lead singer. Their tour manager Andrew is elsewhere.

Val looks down at Shawn. He looks younger, somehow, as he sleeps. She sweeps some cherubic curls off his forehead and drags a hand down his chest appreciatively. As quietly as she can, she gathers her shoes and jeans in hand and opens the sliding door to the van.

Like a thief in the night, she steals back to the dark silence of the Streets bus, crawls into her bunk and falls into a fitful sleep.

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[arivers610]

Bitches Be Crazy

Erica perked up when Celeste and Mina sat down,

“Good you guys are here now, okay so how does everyone feel about going to a club this weekend!”

Daisy and Mina nodded but Celeste and Nehemie didn’t seem too excited.

Celeste shrugged her shoulders,

“I’m just not a “club” person. Sorry but I think I’m going to pass.”

Nehemie nodded,

“Me too.”

“Oh come ‘on Neh, just tell your parents you’re staying over at my place.”

“And what will you be telling your parents Aminata?” Nehemie using Mina’s full name made her sound even more like the mother of the group.

“I’ll tell them we’re having a sleepover at your place. It’ll be just like that time we went to New York to see Drake and that turned out fine.”

“Us missing our bus, you losing your money and making us stay at some rent by the hour motel is not my definition of fine.”

“But that won’t happen because Celeste said that she lives on he own, everyone looked at Celeste, so can we stay with you this weekend?”

“Sure but I don’t know if I want to go out.”

“Please Celeste, Mina begged then Erica joined in, we need the whole gang.”

“Okay fine, but I have to ask my roommate.”

“Who’s your roommate?” Daisy asked

“His name is Julien, I found him on craigslist and he hasn’t killed me yet so he’s a pretty good roommate.”

“You live with a guy that you met on craigslist?” Erica shouted

“Is he cute?” Daisy asked

“He is and he is also very, very gay so there’s no need to worry about anything other than him possibly stealing your clothes.”

“Well that settles it, we’ll get ready at Celeste’s, drive over to the club and crash at her place, Erica shrugged her shoulders, as long as it’s okay with your roommate.”

Celeste sighed and nodded,

“I’ll ask him tonight but, Celeste pointed to Erica before she could celebrate, when one of us is ready to leave we all leave together, okay?”

Everyone nodded in agreement. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later on~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Celeste decided to take a break from her school work and do something that would relax her, paint. She threw on an old t-shirt of hers that was already splattered with paint, a pair of Soffe shorts, also covered in paint, and pulled her hair into a pony tail at the top of her head.

She laid down her white tarp, turned on some music and let her paint brush glide across the blank canvas. Her go to thing to paint was birds or flowers but this time she just started painting lines and dripping paint onto the canvas. Celeste picked up the canvas and slowly rotated it. The pinks and purples swirled together with the blue. She decided to leave the one corner completely free of paint. She dipped a thinner paint brush into some brown paint and painted a bird with its wings spread out. Underneath it she wrote with her fancy paint pen,

Be like a bird, fly forwards not backwards

When Julien came home, Celeste showed him her painting.

“I like the Jackson Pollock vibes, not crazy about the bird, Celeste rolled her eyes, but then again I can barely draw stick figures so who am I too judge. I love it.”

“Thanks, so how was work?”Celeste asked.

“It was okay, clam chowder girl called off again. So I had to stick around until thick ass Tony came in.” Julien smiled and grabbed a plate to warm up the leftover chicken and rice.

“I know why you call Tony, thick ass Tony but why do you call that girl clam chowder girl again?”

“Because it was the first thing she dropped when she started working, Celeste smiled and nodded, oh and how was school today? Did you learn anything?” he popped it in the microwave for 90 seconds.

Celeste shrugged her shoulders ,

“It was okay, oh by the way some of my friends want to go out on Saturday so I told them they can crash here afterwards, is that okay with you.”

Julien jumped up and hugged Celeste,

“Yes of course it’s okay, he flung her back and forth, I’m so happy you’re making friends.”

Celeste laughed and pushed him away,

“JuJu, you act like I’m some shut in who never wants to leave the house and would love nothing more than to lay on the couch and, Celeste stopped and nodded, okay so I guess that is pretty much me.”

“But not anymore, this weekend you’re going out, maybe next weekend you’ll  finally get laid.” Julien clapped his hands together.

Celeste sighed and shook her head,

“I don’t need to get laid Julien.”

“Oh really, he walked into the living room and grabbed the remote, let’s check and see what you’ve been watching on Netflix, shall we?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“When you’re sexually frustrated you watch Marvel movies because you’ve got the hots for the three Chris’s, Evans, Hemsworth and Pratt.”

“No I don’t, Celeste lunged at Julien for the remote, okay you’ve made you’re point. But it still doesn’t matter.”

Julien backed off,

“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry I brought it up, he put his arm around her, you can do or not do whoever you want. Besides, one of us in this apartment should be welcomed at the pearly gates.” He winked and nudged his shoulder into hers.

“Nah, I’m already going to hell for laughing at old people falling down in those life alert commercials.”

“Did you ever see the video where someone takes clips from the commercials and adds music to it?”

“Yes, but let’s watch them anyway.”

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The next day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“The feminist voice of Sylvia Plath can be heard in her writing and told through her life, Celeste cleared her throat and looked down at her note cards, an examples of her feminist voice can be found in her poem Lady Lazarus which ends with the words, out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air, Celeste looked up from her note cards and saw Ian smiling at her, even at the young age of 17 Sylvia wasn’t interested in the traditional roles that women had during that time. She wrote, I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day, spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free I want to think, to be omniscient.”

Celeste put her note cards down and used the rest of her time to show images of Sylvia in a PowerPoint.

“Okay thank you Ms. Drummer, that was very informative. Does anyone have any questions, just as she was about to go sit down, a hand shot up in the air, Ian do you have a question for Celeste?”

Celeste clenched her jaw and let out an audible sigh. Ian nodded and leaned forward in his seat,

“Yeah I was wondering why you didn’t mention the fact that she was mentally ill?”

“Well because it doesn’t have anything to do with her being a feminist. If this was a Psych class I would’ve mentioned it. Unless you think they’re connected?”

Everyone turned and looked at Ian. He shook his head,

“I’m not saying they’re connected but maybe there is some truth to the saying, bitches be crazy.”

A few people in the class laughed but the teacher stopped it from going any further,

“Okay let’s keep the questions relevant and stop using terms like bitch to describe women.”

“My apologies Ms. Anderson and Celeste, I should have phrased the question better.”

His apologetic smile was enough for the teacher but Celeste stuck her lip up in disgust and took her seat.

After class the teacher handed Celeste her paper back and the grade she got on her presentation,

“You’re paper was great I just wish you would have brought that in a little more with your presentation but overall you did a good job. Keep it up!”

Celeste smiled and took her paper from the teacher. An A- wasn’t a bad grade but if it weren’t for the presentation part of the assignment she would have gotten higher than a 90%. She walked out of class with her head down reading the comments on her paper. Someone in front of her held the door for her,

“Thanks.” She said without looking up.

“You’re welcome Ms. Drummer.”

Celeste shook her head and turned around to face Ian,

“Don’t say my name like that.” Celeste straightened her back to appear taller and louder than she actually was.

“Like what?” Ian put his hands in his pockets and leaned in.

“Like, Celeste waved her hands in front of his face, that. Like everything you say has some hidden motive. It’s creepy and weird.”

“Whatever you say, he looked down at her paper then up to her face, good job by the way.” He winked and brushed past her.

IanJReyes0716: “The night I lost my keys, broke into a car and realized it wasn’t my car.”

KingStephen009:”You never did get that jacket back from that tattooed chick, did you?”

IanJReyes0716: “Nope but it was worth it.”

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[multiphandomunnies]

you’re an angel |jae

minseoksbabygirl24 said to multiphandomunnies: how bout a jae fluff after a long day of him being super super tired from work and you plan a cute romantic at home date?? if you write day6, that is.

admin: jade

word count: 0.430K

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

author’s note: i didn’t know what to make for a moodboard so here’s just a soff!pink jae moodboard

you watched Jae get dressed from the bed, he didn’t think you were awake considering how early it was in the morning. He ruffled his hair as he put on his coat and grabbed his guitar and walked out. You looked at the time and pouted seeing it was quarter after six. You fell back asleep after a little then looked at the time to see that it was close to one in the afternoon. You rubbed your eyes as you sat up and started just as if it was a morning then thought and smiled as you jumped of the bed. “I’m gonna make a perfect dinner for jae!” You grinned then got dressed quickly and walked downstairs.

You walked to the store then picked up things to make Jae’s favorite meal and desert. You smiled as you paid then walked home and started at once.  You grinned as you made dinner then left it on the stove so it would stay warm then made desert and put it in the oven and smiled as you heard the door open. “HI babe!” Jae walked into the kitchen and looked at the dinner. “You did this?” You nodded as Jae hugged you and you hugged him back. He held you a bit longer as you giggled. “Babe, i gotta put the food on the plates, go sit,”  He nodded then walked to the dining room and smiled as you had some candles lit.

You walked out with the plates then put one in front of him then sat down. He looked at you in awe. “Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this,” You shook your head. “You’ve been so tired lately so, i wanted to do this for you,” He shrugged as he started to eat and grinned. “you did such a good job!’ You giggled at him as he ate quickly. “Seriously, this is really good,” You shrugged as he smiled softly and ate quickly. You looked at him in awe as you ate. “Is it really that good?” He nodded quickly as he finished and you finished shortly after. “Do you have room for desert?” He looked at you and nodded quickly as you giggled and walked to the kitchen with your plates then brought two plates and the desert out to him. He looked at you and smiled. “Thank you again, I really appreciate this,” 

You smiled at him. “There’s no need to thank me,” He smiled softly at you. “I love you,” You grinned and looked at him. “I love you too,”

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