#if ur reading this far i love you stay safe drink some water

[cosmal]

“you can hold my hand, if you want” with remus?? love your writing so much i legit check ur blog everyday ❤️

little lies

summary — remus lets you hold his hand in a crowd.

content —remus lupin x reader

note —thank you so much i love you!!!! also this kinda sucks my laptop kinda started to glitch so I wanted to finish this up !!!

You’re not entirely sure why you agreed to come along tonight with your friends. Your head is pounding, and when you get shoved about, you get so dizzy you feel like you’ll fall over.

You'd made the mistake of pushing your way out of the crowd to go get some water. Remus had offered to go for you, but you really needed to escape the swarm you'd all found yourselves in before you couldn't breathe.

You walk slowly towards the edge of the crowd away from the bar and realise you have no idea where you came from. You don't know where you left your friends or if they've stayed in the same spot. The idea of blindly shoving your way through the crowd terrifies you but you don't want to be alone for however long it takes you to find one of them.

James is tall, so it shouldn't be hard.

Before you think you should start your search, Remus is emerging through a thick group of sweaty bodies. He's not broad but he towers over most of them and they part without him even asking them to. It's quite envious.

"There you are," he says firmly over the sound of the band. He looks as flustered as you feel but he holds his own.

"Sorry," you say not quite as loud as you should, though Remus frowns like he's heard what you said. "Just needed a drink."

"You're okay?" he leans in so his mouth can find your ear. Unlike you, he's almost louder than he needs to be. Your ear stings.

"Yeah," you say reassuringly. You won't ruin his night, because you know him. If you tell him your head is hurting he'll want to take you home. You want to, but you also want to spend time with him.

"Your head's not hurting?"

He can read you like an open book. It's a quality of his you have a love-hate relationship with. "No," you lie. He seems convinced.

You've become good at convincing him with your little lies. Like when he asks you if you're hungry and you tell him you're not because you hate it when he spends his money on you. Or when he asks if you're cold and you tell him you're okay because you won't have him give up his jacket for you.

Or how you hide your feelings for him every day because the idea of him rejecting you is terrifying. That might not be as little as the others but you like to pretend.

"Do you want to find the others?"

You look over his shoulder where the band is playing and then at the crowd where it's swarming near the front. You spot Sirius to the side and think it's not too far. You don't want to leave yet.

"Yeah," you tell him and mirror his pretty smile. Though, you're sure yours isn't as earth-shattering.

You're sure he can still sense your anxiety but you won't let him ask you anything when you start to move. He turns and you hide yourself in his side so you can dodge the people that seem to part around him. Mostly because it feels good to stick by him.

You wince when someone steps on your foot and Remus turns like he's about to say something to them but decides against it when he catches your eyes.

"Hey," he says and nudges your shoulder with his, "you can hold my hand if you want to."

You blink, startled that you've been caught, but then you're doubling down because it's always like this. He always knows how to make you feel better.

You mutter what you hope is a thank you and take his hand. His skin is soft under yours and the hem of his sweater tickles your wrist.

You feel overwhelmed, but not because of your surroundings, probably because you're holding Remus's hand. Still, you feel safe when he starts to guide you back to your friends and shields you from any damage from the drunk crowd.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x female reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x yn #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin imagine #marauders fanfiction #the marauders fanfiction #marauder x reader

[obsessive-valentine]

Hello,

what if reader tries to act nice and docile just so that childhood fae yandere lowers his guard but later tries to escape and how will he react after her failed escape..wil he be angry or amused..(Sorry English is not my first language )

Btw love ur work ❤️✨the childhood fae yandere is my fav✨

Fae Childhood-Friend x GN!Reader

How did you read my mind so well, I was actually just thinking about short one shots for each yandere with an escaped reader. Crying makes this yandere weak so he’s not as charismatic and put-together in this one lol. Also appreciate the compliment and your English is great! ❤️

This particular night while you lay awake beside him you’d worked yourself up and felt particularly brave. But not anymore, not now you’ve been running through the dark woods for what felt like an hour. The trees are thorny and stretch on forever with their leaves successfully covering the whole sky, not even moonlight could peer between the leaves to light the way slightly. You could have sworn your eyes closed if it weren’t for the firefly like bugs floating around and shimmering pools of water here and there.

Scrapes frequently clawed into your skin from prickly branches leaving a sting, at some point you began wondering if the branches were twisting and bending to reach you and claw at you more. And if the roots and needles were trying to grasp around your bare feet- leaving you to stumble rather than run... maybe you should have stayed in bed.

...

He hadn’t fallen asleep fully, he closed his eyes resting and waiting for your return, after you tiptoed out of the bed room presumably for a drink or to use the toilet. After a while he begrudgingly sat up and called with a slight of annoyance in his tone he called your name. The lack of reply made him get out of bed and search for you to drag you back to bed. His whole face darkened knowing you weren’t in the house at all, he gritted his teeth and rushed for the front door.

“Fucking idiot” he wasn’t sure if he was saying that about himself or you. He didn’t bother grab a coat or shoes and opened to run out the door into the cold winter with just his thin night shirt and trousers on. He knew exactly where to look.

...

You didn’t get far until the angry roots and branches began to bend and creak to scrape you, the forest was coming to life and became darker and horrifying the more you ran. At some point you ended up on the forest floor crying, exhausted and terrified. The forest made awful noises and you could see the sky though the thick canopy of leaves, you wasn’t sure if it was bugs or the cold pinching and biting at your exposed skin but it hurt all the same.

Everything ached and all hope of finding that portal was long gone. “Darling?” You heard a exasperated voice, and rushed feet, during his trek through the forest he was angry thinking about the paragraphs of lectures he’ll shout at you, that was until he saw you sitting defeated and broken on the forest floor “my sweet idiot, it isn’t safe out here for your kind” a pitiful tone but oddly full of love, you looked up to see him, all his anger melted away and he just wanted to protect you.

He knelt down in front of you and almost flinched from how cold you’d gotten when he went to wipe away tears and dirt from your face. His face reminded you of when you were both kids, how he desperately would try to stop your crying and distract you from the sting of the scrapes on you knees after you’d fell, but this forest was anything but the idillic nature you both played in. “Your okay now. I’m here” he hushed and brought you into a embrace as he caught his breath.

You hadn’t realised you began to cry again until you heard yourself sob out “I just wanted to go home” his embrace tightened at the thought of you leaving him. He whispered you name in your ear before instructing you “Calm your breathing” and you did, you understood the power he held over you, his ability to put you in a trance like state. And unlike the first time he used it to kidnap you, you are great full -you want suffocating on your breath anymore and sunk comfortably into his arms.

“This is your home now love, it just hasn’t grown on you yet ~but you’re mine you always have been, I can’t let you leave again” he murmured into your hair as he lifted you from the ground, you didn’t have the energy to argue with his words. The walk back was quiet, the woods behaved for him -nothing reached out to scratch or bite at you now, no beady eyes followed you and the forest top now let the moonlight shimmer through.

He carried you out the trees, through the gates, into the garden and then into the house much like the first time you arrived.

...

You expected a scolding and if he was honest he expected to be much more angry with you, that you would put yourself in such danger just to get away from him. Instead here you sat, on the counter in the bathroom in front of him as he (as carefully as he could) disinfected your scrapes -after a rather painful shower with the water dancing on your wounds, like it was making fun of your failed escape.

He only spoke a few words- just reassurances, at a loss of what to say, not wanting to upset you more. Instead he let his actions speak. He detangled your hair gently and helped you into pyjamas. He wasn’t even a bit angry but rather disappointed in himself, you looked so fragile and exhausted and it’s all his fault and insensitivity.

For a man with usually so much to say he truly didn’t know how to comfort his beloved, you looked exhausted so he brought you to bed but before he dragged the blankets over your body for the second time that night, he had to be sure he could sleep without being worried you’d run again.“Love, listen to me” he grabs your face gently “I know it’s a lot and I understand why you did it -but you can’t go outside alone, it’s dangerous and I’m not just saying that for my own benefit. Promise me, love” you tiredly nodded, you wouldn’t go back into those woods again it doesn’t play fair. Nothing about this realm is fair.

He nodded appreciatively, believing you. “we’ll talk more in the morning” he blew out the dim candle on the nightstand and lay down with you, with one less worry about his dear human.

You let him drag you into his chest and found comfort in it, so much so you fell asleep. He didn’t usually hold you like this, fae aren’t really touchy creatures and make for peculiar lovers. He’s a much better lover than most fae due to his history with you, being acclimated to your human emotions through the years growing together, but he still had some improving to do.

He’d been expecting and even cocky at times -telling himself you’ll come around, that you have to because he’s all you have, forgetting that you’re still just a human with different definitions of love. But not from now on “I’ll make you fall in love with me, I’ll make you feel more loved than any human could and you’ll never want to go back. I want to make you happy like i used to”

He takes this as a challenge, prove to you that you’re the only one for him and he for you. Because he is, you just haven’t realised yet.

#yandere oc #yandere #x reader #yandere fae #fae childhood friend

[crimsonji]

hihihihi

New moot omg?

i loved your little Tighnari fic it was so cute and wholesome!!

I wrote something very similar for Cyno in the same situation in my Cyno fic as well!! What a coincidence!

that said, I see that you have requests open rn? May I request the same scenario with Cyno this time??

(you wrote Tighnari so soft and caring I feel like if I see Cyno written by you I will simply pass away)

remember to take breaks, eat twice a day, and drink plenty of water and take care of yourself! Take all the time you need!

- Yuki 💜

୨୧ Under a Matra’s Care

“ cyno’s s/o caught a cold after their trip to dragonspine, and it’s up to cyno to take care of them… “

ft. cyno x gn!reader

cw: fluff, reader they/them pronouns, cyno is awkward asf, same scenario as a tighnari fic I wrote, cyno just asks tighnari bcus he has no clue how to take care of others :skull:, some tighnari and cyno + collei and cyno interactions because they fill my empty heart, reader was born in desert but lives in Gandharva ville (no super important lore abt it though), bad jokes

>> 🍁 kazuha's notes : HELLO!!!! I read your unfurling steelblooms fic and being 100% honest it made me cry HRJFFJ it was so well written…i wasn’t expecting u to find my own silly fics,, maybe when I was writing my subconscious thought abt ur fic unintentionally lol. thank you so much for sending a request :,)

Like in my Tighnari post with the same scenario, you had gone to Dragonspine for a short while and had caught a nasty virus on your way back home, which was entirely your mistake because of the multiple occasions you went out to play in the snow without the proper garments. Cyno seldom gave you lectures on the importance of keeping warm and staying safe during your trip like Tighnari would have with his s/o, but he does give you a few reminders to be on the look out before you left.

He was quite surprised by your resilience to the harsh temperatures of Dragonspine, since you yourself were also a desert child like Cyno. Not like that mattered, the more concerning issue at hand was the fact that you passed out on him shortly after your return. Cyno supposes it was better that you went unconscious with him so he could swiftly take you to a more suitable area to rest that wasn’t in the middle of Sumeru City, but you really should have been more careful on your trip, his heart nearly stopped when you went cold on him…

The symptoms of your flu were already quite obvious to Cyno, the apparent blush on your face and hot body temperature, but his foresight still didn’t ease the intense ache in his heart looking at your disheveled state knowing he had little clue on what to do.

His immediate thought is to tell Tighnari, heading straight for Gandharva Village as that’s where you’d been residing for quite some time to study forest life. He carries you bridal-style the way there, not missing the confused and slightly frightened looks of scholars moseying around Sumeru City but paying zero mind to the looks. Once he reached your hut, he swiftly set you on your bed and pulled the covers over your form while he went out to search for Tighnari… >>

“Oh, hey Cyno.” Tighnari casually acknowledged the man in front of him, he and Collei stopping their conversation to greet him, “I already knew you were here, I’m assuming it’s something urgent?”

Tighnari was aware of Cyno’s presence the moment he stepped into the village, no matter how quiet he was. He explained your situation with a straight face, but the tone in his voice and the way his head slightly angled to the ground made it clear he was far less than apathetic to the ordeal.

“I see, but I have a lot on my plate right now. Collei, can you get some medicine and take care of them for the meantime?”

“On it, Master Tighnari!” Collei exclaimed happily, stumbling on her feet as she swiftly made her way to the nursery hut, leaving Cyno and Tighnari behind.

Tighnari looked back at Cyno with a halfway amused expression on his face, “Don’t look so sad, they’ll be fine under Collei’s care.”

The frown on Cyno’s face was still apparent, turning away from Tighnari about to leave, “Sorry for the trouble.” he murmured.

“Don’t be, but maybe you should learn some basics on taking care of people so you don’t have to come crawling to me everytime.” Tighnari chuckled knowing that Cyno was amused at the light teasing as well, bidding eachother farewell and going their separate ways.

When Cyno entered your hut Collei was already by your side writing notes on your symptoms and arranging some medication for you when you awaken. She turns to Cyno with a surprised look, sheepishly laughing “It’s best to just let them rest for now. Oh! And give them these when they wake up, okay?” she points to the bottles of liquid and Cyno nods silently.

He bends down to take a better look at you, face beet red with beads of sweat trickling down your temple. Collei moved back a bit, standing awkwardly as to let Cyno ponder on whatever he was thinking in the moment. He thought about what Tighnari had said; he was right, he doesn’t have the first clue on taking care of a sick person outside of basic first aid and disinfecting wounds. And the sick person in question was his lover, while all he could do was stand back and watch his confidants aid you in your discomfort that made his heart throb painfully. After a pause, Cyno turns to Collei.

“I wouldn’t want to interrupt your studies, so let me take care of them.” Collei stares at Cyno, dumbfounded but she quickly replies, “Please, it’s not problem at all, this is my job as a trainee ranger!” she waves her hands frantically to accentuate her earnestness in helping you.

“It doesn’t feel right letting someone else take care of them…” strings of concern overlaid his speech as caring eyes gazed over your sleeping form, “You and Tighnari are much more specialized in this type of care, but I’d like to try. For them.”

Collei’s eyes stayed wide, startled at how gentle the matra’s demeanor was in this moment. A part of her wanted to keep persisting on letting her monitor you, but she knew how much you meant to Cyno, it wouldn’t sit right if she just brushed this off! She thought about it for a moment, sighing to herself and nodding in agreement.

“You can look after S/O, but please, if you have any questions or need help with anything just look for me!” Collei didn’t miss the small smile on Cyno’s face, giving him a few canteens of water for you before saying goodbye and leaving your hut. However, she’d be lying if she wasn’t at least a little bit worried, but you were Cyno’s lover, I’m sure you were in completely capable hands!

In all honesty, Cyno had no clue on what to do once Collei left.

She did say he could go to her or Tighnari for help, but that was the last thing he wanted to do. No, you’d get better through his care alone. The thought itself was rather selfish of Cyno, his sudden impulse overriding his normally rational mind. You’d probably get better and faster if he just let Tighnari do all the work, but this opportunity would give him the chance to both learn and express his care for you. For now, he should just let you sleep and find a way to lower your temperature.

He vaguely recalls the few times he’s fallen ill as a child, deciding the best option was to dampen a cloth in cold water and lay it on your forehead. Cyno’s careful to not awaken you, slender tanned fingers brushing strands of hair from your face and settling the wet cloth on you. It’s not much, but it’s the most he can do while you’re still sleeping.

Right, your clothes probably aren’t helping with your body heat right now. He seemed unfazed when he gently took the bedsheet off of you, but shifting the first article of clothing off your body was slowly making Cyno realize what he was doing. His solemn face blushes, what was wrong with him right now, is your sickness rubbing off of him, too?!

In reality, Cyno is just a fool whenever it comes to you. Most people were already aware of that but it seems like Cyno wasn’t. He ignored his foolish thoughts, discreetly sliding off your upper garment and leaving it at that as he swiftly pulled the covers over you again.

Most of his time that day was spent by staying by your bedside watching you like a hawk. His unwavering glare would probably give an uncomfortable context to people who were stopping by. He wanted to wake you so you could at least drink some water, but he sat idly on a stool and occasionally re-soaked your wet cloth.

…

His eyes widened when he heard you mutter something incoherent and saw you shift under the blanket, immediately standing up and walking over to your bed. Your eyes slowly opened, glazed over as your physical awareness slowly came back to you, the first thing you noticed is that you were in your hut, the next thing being… Cyno? Oh, the last thing you remember was being in Sumeru City with him, he must have brought you here.

Your recounting of memories got interrupted by how utterly terrible you were feeling right now, maybe you should just fall asleep forever until this horrible fever passed…

“You passed out. Be glad that I was there before you fell to the ground.” he only stared at you, words empty in worry yet the look on his face told a very different story.

Maybe he was hoping that you’d telepathically know how worried he felt. ‘Are you okay? Do you feel better? Is there anything I could do? I was so worried.’ Cyno should be glad that you knew his behavioral patterns so well, you could only smile weakly in response to his curt sentence.

“Thank you, for—“ you suddenly felt your throat enclose, your body instinctively making you cough violently.

Cyno immediately picked up a canteen, gently shushing you while he popped it open and held it up to your parted lips in a hurry. He patiently let you drink the contents, your dry mouth happily hydrated as the slightly cold water cleared both your throat and grogginess. You coughed into a tissue that Cyno quietly handed you, turning to him to finish what you meant to say.

“What I was going to say; thank you for helping me…” you sniffled, Cyno returning with a quirk of the eyebrow.

“Why wouldn’t I help you?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just know that you’re not really used to things like this...”

Cyno audibly choked at your words, but they didn’t sting that much, he was already fully aware at how unsuitable he was for taking care of a sick person. Before you could awkwardly try to comfort him, he averted your gaze and spoke once more;

“Are you hungry?”

You opened your mouth before felt your stomach loudly gurgle, “Uh, a little bit.”

Cyno nodded and left your hut without saying a word, he was definitely holding in a laugh. Laying there, your mind wandered to Cyno’s fairly… shy mannerisms. Was he embarrassed? His stare usually never faltered and frightened even the most bold of people, but his eyes were softer in your presence, even more so right now.

…He’s so cute.

When he came back, the young man was holding a tray with a bowl of soup. You two exchanged few words, Cyno seemed more hyper focused on getting you back to health. He was staring intently when you gulped down a spoonful, pleasantly surprised when you hummed happily at the flavours that coated your tongue.

He nearly forgot to give you the medicine Collei instructed him with until you pointed it out, quite visibly embarrassed from the exchange (much to your amusement). Despite how horribly bitter Tighnari’s medicine always was, you took it without complaint as a silent attempt to let Cyno know that you appreciated his efforts.

Cyno attempted to excuse himself after he believed most of his work was done, and he wanted you to rest more than anything. However, you had stopped him and insisted that you felt more comfortable in his presence far more than without.

“…Cyno.” he looked at you from where he sat— which was on a wooden stool at the end of your bed, his headdress discarded on the floor and white locks covering one eye.

“I don’t feel tired.” no lie, you still felt like utter garbage, and it seems that the temporary sweet release of unconsciousness wasn’t an option for you right now; body aching in too many places and gut wrenching constantly too much for you to be able to properly falla asleep.

He hummed at you in acknowledgement, the sound neutral in contrast to the one-sided burn of awkwardness that plagued the silent room and his mind for the past few minutes. He mentally sighed, still not sure why you found the General Mahamatra of all people to be a comforting figure as you slept (or at least tried to)

However, a smart idea (to Cyno, maybe) popped into the matra’s mind. He dug into his bag and pulled out an animal skinned notebook, lettering that you couldn’t properly read outlining the front. You watched Cyno take his stubby stool and sit beside to where your head was, facing towards you as he flipped through pages of the book and muttering incoherent sentences to himself.

Wait, you’ve seen that book before…

Oh.

Oh.

He coughed, “What do you call a pony with a sore throat?”

You could only stare at him with a stupid look on your face from the shock, Cyno earnestly waiting for you to respond.

“…What?”

“A little horse.”

Silence.

It almost felt surreal, you laying bedridden with a fever; Cyno here in your hut in front of you, telling a horse joke while your deliriously cloudy mind tried to comprehend what he just said. Really, the only thing you could do in that moment was laugh, earnest spurts of choked and “hoarse” (pun intended) laughter escaping your dry throat with little to no end.

Honestly, Cyno wasn’t expecting you to laugh, not as much as you were right now; but he was still getting you to laugh despite the limbo of pain you were in, making him smile widely at the minor accomplishment. Your laughter loosened his own lips— a light chuckle escaping him with you.

…

“I can’t tell if my stomach hurts from laughing or because I’m sick.” you blurted out, warm breath exhaling from your mouth and head fuzzy in sensation.

“Sorry, I was expecting that my jokes would be bad enough to make you fall asleep.” Cyno joked back.

You took a few deep breaths, feeling your mind begin settle down again. It just occurred that you were feeling better than you were many hours ago— despite the gross snot that you blew into multiple tissues and the stuffy slick that still coated your throat. Especially since Cyno was with you. Despite how quiet he could be, your senses acknowledged his stoic demeanor that oddly relaxed you.

“I feel better, kind of,” you rolled over to your side, making eye contact with Cyno’s eyes pigmented like rolling desert dunes. “Thanks… For taking care of me.”

A brief look of shock went over his features before he shyly smiled back at you, slowly hovering over you to plant a featherlight kiss to your temple in a type of warmth that spread across your cheeks.

Best to say, both Tighnari and Collei were pleasantly surprised by your speedy recovery under Cyno’s care, despite how odd his methods of comforting you were…

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #[💌] letters of songbird #cyno x reader #cyno x you #cyno #cyno fluff #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic

[revasserium]

but in the meantime, i love love love childhood friends to lovers too <3 all the best with the zoro fic! -- @anonymilk

i love how in the previous reply of my ask you said you don't have the energy to write and your new zoro fic is estimated to be hella long. go girl, give us your blood, sweat, and tears <3 (im saying all these with a sincere and endearing tone XD). how is the progress of that fic? you said that you normally write without much planning, and you seldom do drafts (iirc), but is it the same for long fics? how do you handle longer fics? what sparked the idea?? also don't forget to drink water and take breaks! also, dw abt not having "that girl" tips for dealing with stress. i also have a few bad habits up my sleeve, although thankfully it has been sort of controlled and i hopefully won't spiral again XD

LMFAO LAWD go on -- expOSE me some more why dont u HAHAH. no but in all honesty, i think it was a combo of me feeling super inspired by opla, opla fandom being fucking HYPER active right now, and actually (!!!) me forcing myself to read like actual books that i enjoy reading!

i always forget (for some stupid reason) that nothing inspires me to write like reading does. and you'd that after almost 20 years of reading and writing voraciously, i'd have learned that by now but alas, here we are -- every single fucking time.

it's like pms-ing, and then realizing when u get ur period that u were feeling genocidal bc of pms... and just like living through that cycle every month. whomph.

and yes, you're right -- i do write with zero plan. i still write with zero plan. but the its like... hm. how do i say this without sounding absolutely unhinged and literally clinically insane --

whenever i feel inspired to write down a story, i'll hear/see/feel the first few lines in my head, like literally word for word, the sentences will just... unfurl inside my brain. and i'll get this like vague, misty impression of how the story might go. now IF at this point in time, i'm in a place where i can write down the first few lines and "pin down" the start of the story, then it's safe. it's home free. think of it like... tendrils of silk on a high wind -- if i manage to catch the end of one and pin it down, the rest of the string might still flutter in the wind, but there's much less chance of it just flying away.

now if i DONT manage to get those first few lines pinned down to a word doc or a notion page or like... the back of a grocery store receipt, then the story simply flies off, towards another willing creative who might have the time and energy to pin it down instead. it's happened plenty where the start of stories will come to me when im in bed or riding the subway or whatever, and i'm too tired or there's no service or whatever -- and i decide to let that story go. but literally it'll just flitter through me and then by the time i sit down somewhere i can actually write, i'll have forgotten the whole thing.

but after i've got the beginning down, there's a high chance that while i'm writing the beginning, i'll get some idea of how i want it to end (this isn't always the case; a lot of times the end won't come to me till i'm solidly halfway through). so i'll like write down roughly how the story wants to end, and from there, i have to do the legwork of filling in the middle -- aka GETTING from the beginning to the end.

and truthfully, i still don't plan. i have no idea how most of the story will go. but i like to think of the story as it's own kind of living thing as opposed to it coming from like... inside me. so i trust it like it's a living thing too, i trust that if i write down the beginning and then as much as i can of it, it'll stay put where it's supposed to be till i have time to come back to it. and so far, that's what's worked for me.

this is the case even for my "longer" fics, and i think the longest i've written on this blog is like... 4/5k, but in my personal "archives" of fics i've just written for myself (there's a kakashi fic, a criminal minds spencer reid fic, and an inuyasha fic, that are all like 50k+ words each, and unfinished), this is still the case. i just write what comes to me, and trust that if a story wants to and is meant to be told by me, it'll stay put for as long as i need it to till i can find the time and energy to take care of it and write it down.

there's no advanced planning, no like... outlines or anything. i still just sit down and write.

before, back when i didn't have to get up at 8am to work a big girl job, i would just tough it out and stay up all night writing till i was done with the story or it was done with me or i got too delusional to keep on writing. but now, as long as i've got a decent start penned down, i can kinda close out the fic whenever i want to, and then come back to it later.

and thank you for reminding me to drink water!!! it's highly necessary haha. AND YES I LOVE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS BRO. i can't wait till this fic is finished <3 now this answer got WAYYY fucking long but i hope you enjoyed reading my answer regardless.

#anonymilk #writing advice #im answering ur first ask here so i don't publish ur url! i'll keep that as a secret to myself u__u <3 #dont be embaressed!!! i wont expose you i promise! #🌧 raindrops

[kirishwima]

my sister to the rescue

#i managed to get myself to have some cereal by constantly distracting myself with funny videos #and now i talked with my sister and saw my baby nephew #he was so so excited to see me giggling and trying to grab the phone all the time #i wanted to cry im. if theres one reason to try my damn hardest to get better its to give a good example to this sweetheart #i missed my sis so much but my nephew even more #he'll be 6 months old soon and i cant wait to see him again #so now im. determined i will send a message to my psychiatrist-a simple hey whats up and when she replies carry on #and i will cook something! my sis will call me back in a bit #ill make something easy on the stomach and if i can take a shower #if i do all that ill be really proud of myself today #esp after staying in bed and crying for another 2 hours earlier orz #not fandom related #delete later #if ur reading this far i love you stay safe drink some water

[lightskinrry]

spill about the nymph fantasy pls!!! also take care & i hope things get better really soon for u and ur family <3

Omfjsjsj thank you for indulging me and being sweet ily❤️

This became incredibly long and poorly written im sorry lmaofhfn but I’ve been composing this story in my head for weeks so there’s so many details😭😭😭 well I put it under the read more <333 also pls picture either harry answering fanmail or harry in the golden mv but in a prince Philip from the little mermaid outfit for this lmaofejfn

Soooo hear me out Harry is a prince in a far away land and outside of his prince duties he loves to play music he loves art and he doesn’t like the high society life so everyday once he’s done at the castle he travels to the forest near by and there’s this enchanted place hidden behind the bushes deep in the forest and there’s a pond and a small waterfall and a big tree with a huge branch and it’s so beautiful and he comes here everyday to play music and write and sing and every day the nature around him in this little hidden haven responds; the wind blows to the rhythm of what he’s playing, the water dances around when he sings and he just feels so at home and safe in this place he leaves little offerings and gifts

he doesn’t know exactly what it is about this place but there’s something there that he loves and then one day he’s talking to himself about a song he’s writing trying to find lyrics and he feels water dripping down on his forehead and he catches a glimpse of someone perched up on the branch watching him but they disappear before he actually can make a form out of them and he tries to shake it off but everyday he discovers a little bit more of whoever is hiding there; he hears a giggle when he’s playing out of tune, humming when he plays the strings of his guitar, a foot print in the wet grass and everyday he talks to them without ever seeing them reassuring whoever lives there that he won’t harm them and that he wants to know them but they never show up

until one day the land is attacked and Harry is wounded during battle he runs to the refuge hoping no one would find him he tries to heal his wound but he passes out sure he’s going to die and when he awakes someone is leaned over him their lips so close to his he thinks an angel wants to kiss him but the moment his eyes open fully the person runs away from him he tries to stand up and ask them to stay but the pain of his wound hold him down he looks down on it and realize it’s almost completely healed he looks around him and he sees little pots and other items and food used to heal him he crawls to the water pond to drink and he looks at himself the peach fuzz on his face indicating that’s he’s been out for almost a week and someone took care of him all this time he’s so baffled he rambles thank yous endlessly he asks the person if he can at least see who saved his life and he promises over and over again he won’t hurt them but there’s still not a peep ....

he lays down and fall asleep bc he’s still very weak and when he wakes up again he keeps his eyes closed and he feels water dripping down on his forehead again he speaks before moving or he doesn’t even open his eyes, he’s softly greeting the person who helped him thanking them and reassuring them again,,, he can hear their breathing and the droplets of water still hit his forehead in the most gentle way so he knows they’re still here.

He decides to open his eyes very slowly and he finally sees the person perched up on the branch, their naked body laying on it and gazing down on him, water dripping down their hair and twigs and flowers inside their hair,, he can’t quite believe his eyes for a second but once they make eye contact he just stares silently, the nymph stares back; eyes big with wonder... they stay there like that silently for a while he doesn’t dare to speak by fear they’ll run away again but in the silence the nymph gets down of the tree.

Harry stays down on the grass his head looking at the sky not wanting to make a move,,, he can feel them walk around him, looking at him and he feels safe.... the nymph kneels next to him and touch his face with their fingertips, softly tug on the curl that’s falling on his forehead, they check on his wound and grimace at the look of it, they get water and plants to put on it and Harry flinches at the pain but doesn’t make a sound. When they’re done they make eye contact again but they don’t speak and the nymph leaves and as they walk away Harry tries to stop them and ask them for at least a name and they just turn around and smile at him before disappearing again....

Harry realizes his wound is finally healed and he knows he has to get back to the castle so he leaves promising to come back again the next morning he finally makes it back home and it’s a celebration that the prince has returned safely and the next morning he takes his guitar and some food to bring to the pond and he stays there offering the food to the nymph waiting for them to come out he stays there and wait all day but they don’t come out he’s starting to think that maybe he made the whole thing up in his head bc of the pain but just as he starts to leave he hears branches and twigs breaking behind him and the food he brought is not there anymore he takes a deep breath and looks up to the branch where he saw them for the first time and they’re there!! Laying on their tummy gazing at him and eating the food he brought.... before he can speak the nymph gets down of the tree and analyzes him, they walk around him in a circle looking to see if he’s maybe hurt, they check his wound and smile contently at the sight of it healed,,, Harry doesn’t move and doesn’t speak but the nymph touches his face before their name fall out of their lips....

They are finally talking and Harry couldn’t be happier he knew it was real!! He speaks ever so softly scared that if he speaks louder he might scare them away again,, he doesn’t dare to touch them not even their hands let alone their arms and he doesn’t look at their eyes too long he’s so intimidated by their beauty and grace he can barely make sense but he profusely thank them for saving his life and he rambles about knowing there was someone living here. The nymph interrupts him to ask him to sing bc they love to hear him and he’s so taken aback he can only say yes so they sit next to him and listen while he plays the guitar and sings songs about long forgotten love stories and heartbreak

He stays there for hours just playing and singing, the nymph doesn’t say a word they just listen... until it’s dark and Harry excuses himself because he has to go home,,, the nymph finally asks him if he would teach them how to play the guitar and he promises he’ll back tomorrow to teach them

And he comes back... every day for weeks, teaching them the guitar, writing songs, listening to them sing, bringing them food and flowers and other trinkets he finds that he thinks they would enjoy and everyday the nymph speaks more and more and they tell him how much they love the sun and their favorite flower and color

One day Harry comes back and the nymph greets him gleefully jumping on their feet so happy to see him and he stays there all day they play and sing and write and eat as they do and by the end of the day as the sun sets and the pond is washed over in golden tones he pulls out a gold necklace with a sun pendant,, he explains to the nymph that it’s a gift for them that he saw the sun pendant and it reminded him of them,, he asks if he can put it on them and the nymph agrees so filled with tenderness from his gesture,,, they tell him they love it and that they’ll keep it forever and once he’s done placing it on their neck as they turn around to face him their eyes meet and it’s like time is frozen, they kisses his cheek to thank him and wishing him a good night... Harry is slightly disappointed but he kisses their cheek back for the first time and the nymph gets so flustered and so Harry starts to leave but right before he could get out of the bushes the nymph appears in front of him and thank him again they caress his cheek right where they kissed it a few moments ago and in a deep breath Harry cups their face to bring it closer to his and as their lips are barely inches away he whispers can I kiss you to which the nymph only answers by pressing their lips to his,, when their lips finally detach they’re both blissfully looking at each other,, the nymph says good night and watch Harry walk away promising again he’ll be back the next morning

When he comes back the next morning bringing the nymph his usual offerings; food and flowers and crystals and rocks just things he knows they enjoy they spend the day again talking playing and singing they don’t mention the kiss but when the day ends and Harry is about to leave the nymph offers him a necklace they made out of pearls specially for him they ask if they can put it on him and as they’re done placing the necklace on Harry and he turns around to face them; they lean over to his face, eyes closed and lips pouted ready for a kiss... Harry giggles looking at their silly face expecting a kiss and they get embarrassed they explain to Harry that they thought it was custom to kiss after giving a gift and Harry cups their face and kiss their nose,, telling them how cute they are for being a little clueless on social norms,, he kisses their forehead and their eyelids and finally their lips before whispering that he loves to kiss them

From now on they make it a little tradition to kiss everytime they give each other something, making their own little social rules in their own little world

One day Harry arrives at the pond and the nymph is nowhere to be found but two other beautiful nymphs are there, they analyse him with despise talking among themselves that they don’t understand why the nymph of the pond would find interest in a human like him, they do refer to him as pretty and magnetic but that he’s a man and he’s never to be trusted... Harry doesn’t necessarily understands what’s happening but he just asks if the nymph is here referring to them by name and the nymph comes out and cast the others away, apologizing if their siblings were rude to him... Harry tells them that there’s no need to apologize and they keep their little ritual and learn about each other more

It’s only when the sun starts to come down that they’re laying on the grass, the nymphs head on Harry’s chest that they contemplate the sky in silence and the nymph kisses Harry’s chin and jaw and as the breeze passes them by they start to kiss, their hands traveling all over their bodies and their heartbeats synchronising... the soft evening air starts to feel heavier and it’s like there’s a wave of heat in the pond,, the nymph straddles themselves on Harry never unlocking their lips and when he breaks the kiss to breathe he’s suddenly very aware of what the other nymphs said about him; he becomes hesitant and shy away from the nymph’s mouth,,, he asks them if they really want to go further than a kiss, further than touches, if they’re sure they want him; if they really trust him 

and the nymph only grabs his face to kiss him deeper to let him know that they never had a doubt and so they make love right there on the grass; the nymph on top of him, their hips moving to the rhythm of the water and their face gleaming in the golden hour and Harry can only say how beautiful they are, how perfect they are, how they feel so good.... Hes sitting up while the nymph rides him so he can make eye contact and kiss their lips, his hands resting on their waist, sliding on their hips and sometimes grabbing their ass, always moaning on the nymph’s lips about how magical they are and its when he picks them up to fuck into them that he finally hears them talk between muffled breaths and moans; repeatedly calling his name... he thrusts harder every time the word harry leaves their mouth until they both come undone on each other, the nymph first : waves of water covering Harry and a last moan of his name against his lips and barely seconds later Harry releases himself inside the nymph,,, thanking them time and time again 

and now they’re staying in this position, their lips trying to find each other in the dark now that the sun has set, giggling in each other’s mouth its only after a while that Harry finally gets up to leave and the nymph is somehow terrified by the idea that he might never come back but right as he leaves, same as every night, he kisses them and promises to come back tomorrow....

so yeah thats about where im at in the nymph fantasy lmaodvnh from then he keeps coming back and they keep fucking in every possible positions so its just horny ass shit and then I thought maybe he’s gonna ask them to come to the city to visit the castle and attend a ball and since theyre a bit clueless on social cues it will be fun and awkward and maybe there’ll be conflict like he’s already promised to someone else or maybe he’s actually the god Apollo trapped in his human form and he’s found a new muse but now that hes in love he doesnt know what to do who knows my brain is full of possibilities lmaohsdvbhv

#I just realised this is 2K words long lmaoferjhbguer #I AM SO SORRY

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

hi! i don’t wanna put any pressure on you or anything this is totally up to you but would you ever consider writing a boxer!grayson fanfic/concepts/blurbs? i love ur writing and hope u have the best day💖xo

The week before a match has always been the hardest. Grayson could easily lose himself in the long training sessions and dehydrating himself to keep a certain weight for the match.

Tensions are high, his temper short and conversation scarce.

When he started boxing, it was meant to be a vent to get out all his anger and ease his mind. As a temperamental man by nature, Grayson struggled to keep a clear head and the anger? It was always in him. It felt like poison eating away at him, rotting his heart.

Whether he liked it or not, Grayson alienated everyone he cared about. In time, even Ethan was gone. Grayson didn't hold it against him though, genuinely happy Ethan had moved to Australia with the love of his wife, a baby on the way. There was no bad blood between them, but the distance took a toll.

That's how he found himself alone, using a punching bag as his therapy. Knuckles are safely wrapped, his vision blurring with the sweat getting into his eyes. His hair is falling on his dampen forehead, sticking. Every punch brings more pain – the kind you can't heal with a band aid and the kind you'd never see just by looking at the handsome boxer.

The world sees him as a man-whore who spends his millions on women and cars, but he was empty – just as empty as the bottom of every bottle he got to. Drinking is bad, he knows that. Hell, he preached that every day to younger generations, but he found solace in it – solace in the ability the drinks had to knock him out at the end of the day. Dreamless, alone and never sure he'd wake up the next morning.

Biting his bottom lip, Grayson groaned as he used all his strength, slamming his fists into the bag, imagining it's him. He wished he could beat the bad out of himself, to start anew. He wished for a new life, a woman by his side – the kind of happiness his brother had managed to secure.

It's ironic – Grayson was the brother who wanted a family and kids with the house on a beach in Australia and Ethan, the brother who wasn't sure he'd ever want to get married got exactly what Grayson wanted.

With one last punch, Grayson sent the bag flying, the chain holding it breaking with the forceful impact and while he was used to finishing his sessions in the same manner, the surprised gasp he heard informed him someone else hadn't.

“Who the fuck are you?” Grayson grumbled, turning toward a girl who was trying to remain inconspicuous, keeping to the shadows.

“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!” His roaring voice caused the girl to step back, frightened.

“I just wanted to talk.” She managed to say, breathless. She didn’t seem to falter in her wish to do so.

“This was a closed session.” Grayson lowers his voice, noticing the girl is uncomfortable, but he still couldn’t see her face. “I don’t appreciate strangers around when I train.”

"Sorry," the girl shivered as Grayson approached, his usually dark eyes filled with anger.

"Don't ever. Do that. Again," he growled; his eyes completely turning black. He wanted to make sure she deleted any footage if she took some, but when she steps closer, he’s the one losing his breath.

“Y/N?” His eyes widen, finding it hard to believe she had come to see him. After almost a year of no contact, Y/N, his best friend, had come to him.

“You don’t seem well, Gray.” Her concerned tone breaks him out of her spell and he swallows thickly.

“It’s the stress of an upcoming match. I’m fine.” He shrugs it off, dragging his forearm across his forehead to clear the sweat. He didn’t know if his heart’s speed was due to boxing or seeing Y/N, but the ache in his chest was certainly her doing.

“Is that why you can’t look me in the eye? You forget I know you.” She licks her lips, stepping closer with caution. She could admit Ethan had sent her because he was drowning in guilt of leaving, but she wanted to see him again. Even if the last time she saw him was also the time he broke her heart and told her to leave and not come back.

He often spoke in anger, things he never really meant. It was something she was used to, but she couldn’t take any longer. So, when he spoke the unforgivable words, she listened. For once in her life, Y/N listened and to be here, stand before him? That was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

“You’ve been gone for a year. You know shit about me now.” Grayson spat, turning halfway away from her to find his water bottle.

“And whose fault was that?” She purses her lips, leaning against a wall with an unreadable expression on her face. Well, he could tell she’s annoyed, but that was a constant for her in his presence. She had learned to hide her feelings away and in a way Grayson was happy she did. It was far too easy to read her in the past and he knew it would bring her a lot of grief in the past.

“You chose to leave.” Grayson counters, his frown deepening and yet her scoff made him soften.

“You told me leave and never come back! If you ever watched that big mouth of yours, you’d realize the shit you say hurts! It pushes people away and if you keep telling them to leave, they eventually do!” Y/N never intended to shout, but he always had a way of pushing her buttons.

In the past, Y/N was the calm to his storm. She could easily diffuse any situation, set him back on the right pat. She was the one girl Ethan truly believed could ever fit his brother’s temper. She was perfect for him in every way. But Grayson was determined to prove his brother otherwise and he managed to do so when she checked out of his life.

“You know what?” Y/N chuckles dryly, raising her arms in mock surrender. “I’m done. I shouldn’t have come.” Turning on her heel, she had expected to walk out, her mind at peace. She told herself she tried and that was more than enough – more than she owed him. In fact, she did it to remind herself why she was right to walk away, but the last thing she expected was for Grayson to run after her, taking her by her elbow and spinning her to face him.

“Please don’t.” He whispers, barely forming words as he chokes up at the thought of watching her walk away for the second time in his life. He made the mistake once, he didn’t plan on repeating it.

“Don’t what?” She didn’t make it easy on him, daring him to stop running and just admit he needs help.

“Don’t leave me.” Grayson manages, his grip on her elbow growing tighter, nearly painful.

“Why not?” Unblinking, she fixes her gaze on him, awaiting for any reason to stay. She had so many reasons to go, too many to count, but only one would make her stay and it was the cause of their last argument.

But he didn’t say it. He didn’t utter a single thing, simply releasing her elbow as she pulled back.

“You’ll never be able to say it, will you?” She narrows her eyes at him. Eyes that once looked at him with devotion and longing had turned hard and haunted. “You threw the words around so easily back then, but you could never tell me the same.” Shaking her head in disappointment, Y/N’s eyes fall to his wrapped hands, taking notice of the way he wrapped them.

Once upon a time, she wrapped his knuckles. She was his lucky charm. She was the girl who loved him so easily, without a doubt, but he never loved her back.

“Good luck. I truly hope you find what you’re looking for.” She wraps her arms around her, as if she’s comforting herself.

Grayson watched her leave, staring at her disappearing figure as he felt loneliness creep up on him again. He had traded everything for his career, Y/N included.

She’s right, he threw the L word around so much that it lost meaning. And perhaps he did love her, but could he give her anything more than a maybe? It didn’t feel fair to drag her back in his life only to break her heart again.

Y/N deserved better, Grayson decided. For the first time in years, he did the selfless thing – he let his good luck charm go. It didn’t feel good, but it felt right.

Drawing a deep breath, Grayson closed his eyes and hoped one day she’ll see that letting her go was his way of saying “I love you”.

#dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan angst #grayson dolan boxer au #grayson dolan fanfic #grayson dolan imagine

[seoraksan]

hello! i hope ur having the best n most magical day <3

oh my gosh, hi! how’re you? i already know who this is just by the way you’re writing. hi tokki!! my magical friend❤️ i’ve missed you so very much! i’m sorry that i haven’t been talking to you or answering your messages. i went through a rough patch a few years ago, and i still haven’t completely gone back to my old social self. i have messages that i haven’t answered in 3 years and i feel so bad about it..

i have the habit of going silent when i’m going through a hard time. i don’t like throwing my emotions onto other people when i’m sad. so that’s one of the reasons why i haven’t been doing good when it comes to talking to people, and trying to be active on social media. i never want to be the reason for someone’s bad day.

you’ve always been on my mind, but i’ve been constantly thinking of you these past few weeks. i tried to find you on kakaotalk a while back, but i couldn’t log into my old account. i ended up messaging you on snapchat, and i was hoping that you still used it, even though i know you haven’t posted in a while. i didn’t want to lose contact with you, you mean too much to me. it’s so crazy how fate is! i’m so happy that you reached out, i thought i lost you❤️ i really appreciate you more then words can ever say. you’ve always been a very treasured person in my life. i’m beyond grateful for the fact that you still think of me, even when i’ve been terrible at communicating.

i know people probably look at the changes in my blog and think that i no longer love those 7 beautiful angels, but that’s not true. i’ve never stopped loving and supporting bts. actually, my love for them has only grown stronger over the years. i had to back away from the fandom because it wasn’t the best for my mental health. there were a lot of controlling people on here that started showing their true colors, and i had to take a step back. i saw so much of,” he’s mine’ or “he needs to do this with his body” so many people were starting to post really personal things about them. photographs that shouldn’t have been posted anywhere, privacy invasion, etc. i started to see people talking about the new houses they were buying, what district the homes are in, and even going as far as telling the address. it was crazy stuff that was making me feel uncomfortable. they are humans and they deserve privacy and respect. even if you know where they live, you shouldn’t be waving it around, because there are a lot of people out there that might want to do them harm, and if you love them, you should always want them to be protected. i can’t even imagine something bad like that happening to them. it makes my heart hurt with even the thought. and then you had the people who felt like they owned them just because they bought some albums and merchandise. ‘fans’ always being so concerned about their personal lives and what they were doing with their time. it became really gross. just because you gave every dollar in your back account to purchase their merch and see them live, that does not mean that you have claim on them. people couldn’t comprehend it. and this was doing a time when i would follow mostly bts blogs, so i would see it quite constantly. not everyone was like that, but it was hard to find the good apples when you’re digging in a barrel of a lot of bad ones. it was difficult to sit back and not say anything, so i would try and speak up as much as possible. i saw a few bigger blogs showing this behavior, and it scared me because they have a bigger platform to spew such things out to a willing audience that sometimes seemed really naive and would listen to anything these blogs were posting. when i would try and talk to them about the way that they were acting, they got defensive and tried to act like what they were doing was okay, and that it shouldn’t bother me that much because, “they’re public figures and they should be used to such treatment” it was just too stressful, so i bowed out of the fandom on tumblr. i still showed my love and support for bts, but i couldn’t do the fandom. i couldn’t argue with people all day long about the way that they were acting. especially at a time when i was already stressed and miserable. i know a lot of ex army would talk about how some people in the fandom made them stop being as active with bts, and in the end they stopped caring for them. i wasn’t going to allow people to take away the love and joy that i feel towards bts, so i had to make the decision to stop being as active on tumblr.

i love army so much. they’re so dedicated to the boys, and it’s a beautiful thing. army is kind, supportive of others, and compassionate. they respect boundaries. army knows that to love bts, you have to respect them. how can you say you love them if you aren’t respecting them? it doesn’t matter if you’ve been a fan for 8 years or 8 minutes, it’s all about the love and respect that you have for them. it’s about love, not about the merch, or how many of their concerts you’ve been to, it’s about love.

the boys have been one of the few things that i’ve had to keep me sane these past few years. so much has happened, and if it wasn’t for them and the love i feel for them, i don’t really think i could’ve made it. even when it came to simple things like finding the motivation to get out of bed, all i had to do was scroll through twitter and see them, and i would feel so much happiness. times when i felt like i didn’t have much to wake up for anymore, they were there to make me smile and feel loved. i get strength just knowing that they’re alive and well.

but i do really miss gushing about the boys, so i might make another blog. i’ve been saying that for a while, but i might actually do it. talking about them brings me such happiness, and i miss being apart of the community 🖤

only downside to leaving was that i missed out on a lot of my friends. like you, meariie, S(@seokjinshearts ), and a few others who hold a special place in my heart. i feel so terrible because i feel like i’ve neglected our friendship and let it wither by not feeding it. but please know that i’ve never once ceased to pour my love into it. i’ve always cared for our friendship and held it close to my heart. i wish i could’ve shown it more to you. i hope that there’s still time to make it up to you. to show you how much you mean to me, because you really are one of the best people to ever step foot into my life, and it would devastate me to see you walk away. i will try harder, i promise.

i pray that you’re doing well and staying safe!! i believe the last time we talked was before the pandemic. are you doing well? staying safe? drinking water and eating? have you been resting? and taking time for yourself? all the important things that i hope that you’ve been doing since the last time we’ve had a chance to talk. how’s your family? is everyone well? are you doing good mentally? there’s so much to catch up on🥺

i’m sorry for the novel that i just wrote. it’s hard for me to write in small paragraphs when i have so much in my heart that i want to get out. honestly, i could keep going on, but i don’t want you to have to sit here reading it for 3 hours. my inbox is always open, and if you want to talk on another social website, like kakaotalk or whatever, i’m so willing to do that. i want to have you in my life, tokki. my world is much more magnificent with you in it ❤️ my adoration for you goes beyond words, my magical friend. i hope that we can allow our friendship to blossom again and touch the heavens with its blooms.

sending you a basket full of love and adoration, always🥰

@tick-tokki

#oh how i’ve missed you so #you mean the world to me and i hope that you’re doing well #thank you for thinking of me and reaching out #i’m in tears because i really thought that i had lost all contact with you #i can’t believe that i get the opportunity to talk to you again and pure my heart out to you #thank you for always being a good friend #you’re honestly one of the most genuine people i’ve ever met #you have such a beautiful and loving aura #and i’m making this post longer by writing you a love letter in the tags #answered with love💌 #tokki #my magical friend🍄

[solskens]

ALL remaining questions lol

1. Are you enjoying yourself?

whenever i can, yes. rn im sitting outside n drinking ice tea n hanging out with my plants, thats nice!

2. Do you miss how life used to be?

no, not really - my life was overwhelming, and i appreciate the pause. however, i dont think there should have to be a pandemic for that, and i am terribly sorry for everyone who has to deal with all the negative consequenses of this. but i dont miss life before so much

4. What drinks do you have in the fridge right now?

in MY fridge theres like only garlic n butter, but im not home rn, but idk what my gfs family have in their fridge, omly drink there thats mine is some lemon ice tea, which im quite frankly addicted to 😬☕️🍋

5. What snacks do you have in your house right now?

like candy, lemon muffins and lentil chips i think? yet again, at my gfs house, not mine. at mine theres a bunch of shit bc i have a food box with Long Expiry Dates foods n snacks

9. How long do you think you can last like this?

i dont know, a few months. i’ll miss my friends and family too much after a while

10. What is the last thing you've read?

like, this question, but other than that i read the news earlier, or like an union article

11. What show are you catching up on?

catfish!!

12. Are you a "stay in pajamas all day kind"of person?

NOPE, gotta put real clothes on or ill get sad 👖🥰🌈

14. What time did you wake up today?

like 7:30? or something like that? my neighbours alarm went of n they really can sleep through their alarms for 2+ hours n only snoozing sometimes.

15. Are you staying active?

yup, we go on daily walks!! and i run while my gf works out at the gym, so today we went to the gym together n i ran home from there, through some woods n stuff 🏃‍♀️🌳💪

16. Are you staying hydrated?

yeah ive always drank a lot of water

17. How long do you think this quarantine will last?

not long enough dude n then well gotta be quarantined again bc ppl will get sick again

18. If you had to study one subject everyday for the rest of this quarantine, what would you study?

probably architechture, since thats my major n like, what i gotta Study. i dont, though. quarantine be ruining my focus etc. or french bc i like french n wanna mov to france or french speaking canada for a while

19. How much weight do you suppose you'll put on by the time this quarantine is over?

hah fuck this question dude

20. What's your favorite board game?

one where its like spies n shit n u lie, i think its called spyfall n me n my friends play it from time to time

21. What's your favorite card game?

seven!! bc me n my friends played it all through high school

23. What's your favorite tv show?

bbc:s version of les miserables Oh Lord am i gay for miss lily collins there dear madam👀🥰🤪😍

24. What's your favorite snack?

bread💛

26. What's your favorite beverage?

tea, or peach ice tea, or white wine ☀️

27. What do you like most about the quarantine?

not having to go to classes n just being home

28. What are you finding most challenging about the quarantine?

not seeing my friends or family and also official things taking a longer time bc other ppl r home

29. Do you think COVID-19 is as bad as the media says it is?

uh sure?

31. What have you learned so far from this experience?

i hate being alone 😍😍😍

32. Are you introverted, omniverted, or extroverted?

omni, probably, but idk yall maybe extroverted or introverted i dont know dude

34. Who are you most worried about?

everyone forced into harmful situations whether its abusive family or going without income or being isolated and elderly. 🥺

35. Who was the last person you texted, called, facetimed?

texted: my best friend ev, called: my gf to come pick me up from the woods, facetimed: my twin bc i just wanted to say hi 🥰🥺

36. What three emojis best describe your attitude towards what's going on right now?

😔😬👀

37. If you had to live in one item of clothing for the rest of this quarantine what would it be?

my pink hoodie!! 💕

38. What was the last meal you cooked and how did it taste?

beef n oven potato with tzatziki, it was good!! very garlic-y✨

39. What's your favorite restaurant? Is it closed?

a chinese one back home at in my parents town n idk, hopefully it is but idk 😬

40. What is your favorite store? Is it closed?

ahahaha the grocery store n nooo its not ❣️

41. How many things have you purchased online since being in quarantine?

only medicine, so like 1 package of things!!

42. What was the last thing you purchased online?

pain meeeds which my pharmacy had run out of

43. What's getting you through these tough times?

my gf n therapy n being in nature

44. Are you keeping up with the news?

sometimes i read the paper, sometimes not! it can be a lot n i think its completely okay to stay sort of uninformed, as long as you are informed enough to keep yourself n others safe 💛

45. Are you stressed?

yup, always am maam 😔🙏🤪

46. Tell me something positive.

the weather has been rly nice where i am lately so my plants are doing great! n im sure we all will thrive soon, too, just not my tomato plants 🌿❤️🍅

47. Give me some advice.

break up with ur partner if you constantly feel anxious bc of them. its not supposed to be like that honey 🍯💛

48. What's your favorite quote?

”And we love, as they loved on Lesbos long ago”, its renée vivien translated by some girl

49. What's your favorite book?

black iris

50. Tell me an interesting fact.

the first person i befriended at uni was also a lesbian, n we started talking totally by chance 🌈🌿

#u ask n u shall recieve shsgfh

[bimbostudies]

fun might be a stretch here i’m not gonna lie, but ever since i started waking up at 5 am i’ve been a generally happier person!  i know this sounds like a nightmare but the mornings, i’ve noticed, are a space of so much potential.  especially if you’re in college, getting up early can be great because you can have a few hours to yourself before your roommate wakes up, and you can get a head start on your day and overall be more productive later on.  

convinced? great!  here’s how to do it, and some suggestions for what to do with all your extra time.  

THE NIGHT BEFORE

set an alarm: assuming your body doesn’t naturally wake up at 5 (if it does, rock on), an alarm is gonna be necessary.  but there are ways to do this to maximize impact. 

sleepyti.me: this website calculates the length of your sleep cycles and allows you to see when you’ll be in your lightest sleep (a.k.a., when it’ll be easiest to wake up). 

have roommates/living with family? perfect.  Get a loud alarm clock and set it up close to where your roommate sleeps.  Set that alarm for 5:01.  Set your phone alarm for 5:00.  (make sure the clocks are lined up).  when you wake up, you’re gonna jet on over to that other alarm as soon as you wake up, and the adrenaline is gonna wake you right up.  

If you don’t have a roommate, you can still utilize a similar system.  Set an alarm, and put it across the room. It’s gonna be a lot harder to hit snooze when you’ve already walked that far.  

make a to do list: listing out things you want to get done/need to get done the next morning are going to give you more motivation when you wake up.  while sleeping is gonna be tempting, psyching yourself up for the next day will help you get up.  Scroll down for an example of what I like to do when I get up early! 

this is gonna make me sound like a real caucasian suburban mom but I really really love pinterest for to do list inspo.  If you can find a specific recipe you wanna try for making breakfast that’s gonna be more exciting than just writing “breakfast”

I would also recommend setting out your outfit for tomorrow ! Looking at makeup looks you wanna try if you wear makeup!! If you don’t, that is wonderful and congratulations on being freed from the confines of human performance in that way I wish that was me so badly!  

generally, just do anything to get you excited about starting tomorrow.  hype yourself up bitch ur gonna look cute and have a great day !!!!!  

straighten up your space: take 15 minutes before bed to straighten up your room.  stack your books, put clothes in the hamper, and just generally declutter.   

I have adhd and I literally hate cleaning so much but I hate mess even more, so waking up to a neat room makes me feel less overwhelmed and more in control of my life

A lot of people clean in the morning, which is also valid, but if you’re telling yourself that you’re gonna do that because of procrastination, do not listen!  That voice is the devil

self care: this is a meaningless term at this point, but what I generally mean is make yourself feel fresh.  Take a shower, wash your face, brush your teeth, take a hot second to change into pajamas instead of sleeping in your clothes.  You’re gonna sleep better if you give yourself transition space to let your brain adjust to the fact that you’re going to sleep.     

drink a big ass glass of water right before you go to bed.  you’re gonna need to pee the next morning so badly that your body will literally not let you go back to sleep.  unpleasant? maybe.  but the hydration is good for you.   

sleep!  Honestly sleeping is one of the sexiest parts of the day and getting a good night’s rest is gonna be a real game changer.  I recommend shooting for at least 6 hours, but if you’re able to go to bed earlier, don’t just stay up because!  Get some rest

THE MORNING OF

once your alarm has gone off, get up and do not get back into bed.  I like to aim for at least 20 minutes of moving around before I even touch my bed again, but some people make their bed as soon as they get up to discourage going back to sleep.  Also a valid point.  

stretch!  Once you’re up, stretch your core by putting interlocking your fingers and raising your hands into the air.  This always feels so nice after just waking up 

head to the bathroom: if you have long hair, put it up. Otherwise, splash some cold water on your face, brush your teeth, do your skincare routine if you have one (i recommend having one!  Even if it’s just washing your face and putting on some cheap lotion from the beauty aisle of the grocery store).  It’ll help you get ~into the zone~

If you’re into it, work out!  i rarely work out, I’m not gonna lie to y’all, but I’ll occasionally go to the fitness center in my dorm.  If I’m feeling extra motivated, I’ll bring some notes or reading to look at while I’m on the elliptical/cycling machine/treadmill because exercising actually helps you process things better.  

yoga: yoga is a super nice workout in the morning because it doesn’t need to be super intensive.  It’s good if you’re feeling already awake, but I would avoid any routines that include corpse pose/child’s pose if you’re feeling a bit sleepy still.  

dance: dance is so nice!  There’s a barre in my workout facility, and I sometimes head to do a barre workout while I listen to some upbeat music.  I’m also a big fan of just dancing around in my room in the mornings, and I definitely did that more before I had a roommate lol 

running/walking: running and walking (especially with a pet!) is a great way to start the day!  It gets you outside into the cold, which will wake you up, and it can be pretty cathartic.  I don’t usually run in the mornings just because it’s dark this time of year and it can be kinda unsafe, but if you’re comfortable with going on a run or you live in an area that’s safe enough, it’s awesome!  Always take pepper spray and your phone though !  

easier alternatives: do ten jumping jacks, stars, or run in place for a minute.  Anything that gets your blood flowing is gonna make it easier to sleep.

ake your time getting ready!  now that you’re up early, you don’t have to rush around trying to get your makeup on on time, or throwing together an outfit in the two minutes you have before the bus comes.  Take your time.  Treat it like a ritual.  Get ready intentionally.  You’re going to feel more put together and you’re gonna feel like the stunner you are and that’s gonna make you feel more confident going into the day!  

make your bed: this is one of the best things to do in the morning because it’s low risk, high reward!  Making your bed takes like five minutes max, but when you get home your room is gonna look 300% neater and you’re gonna feel so much better.   

go over your schedule: finish any last minute things you’re gonna need for the day, whether that’s printing assignments, putting your name on your worksheet, or remembering to bring a specific book to class.   

pack your bag: related to the above, take the time to pack your bag.  Do you have your chargers? Your headphones? Your notebooks? Your pencil case?  Having time to do this thoughtfully instead of rushing is gonna make it less likely you forget something important! 

breakfast: for the love of god, eat breakfast.  If you’re up early, you have literally no excuse not to.  It can be as easy as some toast with jam or as complicated as apple cinnamon pancakes with two different side dishes.  Whatever it is, make something yummy to fuel you for the rest of your day.   

pack a lunch: making lunch at home will save you a lot of money which rocks, especially if you’re a college student supporting yourself.  It’s also a lot more convenient because you don’t need to spend time waiting in line for food or walking to a place to eat.   

get to school/wherever you need to be early: I know, at this point you might think I’m a lunatic but there are a lot of benefits to getting to school early, even if it means you have to wait in the parking lot for a bit. 

traffic is more manageable earlier in the morning: if you leave only when you absolutely have to, you’re gonna end up on the road at the same time as every clown and their mother, and it’s gonna take you a lot longer.  For example, in high school, if I left at 6:45 I would get to campus by 7:05.  But if I left by 7:15, I would get there a few minutes before 8.  Not sexy!  

Less anxiety! If you leave early, you’re guaranteed to get to class on time, without the heart attack of praying that the bus driver or the person in front of you on the freeway starts flooring it.  When you’re early, you have that time to yourself, and you don’t have to feel like you’re in a rush.  

once you’re there, find somewhere to hang out and read/get some work done!  I like to review any notes I took to prepare for a lecture the morning before to refresh myself.  It’s not necessary, but it helps!  

If you’re reading this and thinking gosh, what an absolute nerd! that’s fair.  You can spend this time on social media if you’d like, or reading, or listening to a podcast/audiobook!   

This is your time, you earned it.  And by the time your day starts, you’re gonna feel like you’ve already done so much that you’re ready to take on anything that gets thrown at you.   

okay I hope you all enjoyed this advice!  let me know if there’s any other master posts you’d like to see me do :)

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[byunnct]

cute cat, cute boyfriend [jeno nct]

pairing: lee jeno x reader

summary: jeno is a big fan of your cat and secretly a big fan of you. college!au

a/n: since i don’t have time to write a full fic but have been in the mood to write i thought i’d have a go at bullet point scenarios :D this was inspired by that viral tweet ‘whenever im sad i text this girl to show me her cat’!! hope it isn’t too bad <3

so you have a cat, a beautiful ragdoll cat, lovingly named cracker

and you have no idea why or how but certain places on your college campus allow residents to have pets

you’re not complaining because it means you were able to bring your lil friend from back home with you to college

and she has the brightest blue eyes that your best friend renjun swears hypnotises people into giving her treats

the top of her head, around her ears and just under her jaw, is an ashy grey with some parts a slightly darker grey

the rest of her is white

she’s the most elegant feline ever and her tail has a sassy sway to it whenever she walks around your dorm

at the beginning of the year someone created an instagram page dedicated to the campus’s pets and it was instantly popular

even endorsed by the college itself because it’s a pure expression of admiration and love for students’ pets and really what’s better than that

so your roommate submitted pictures she took of your cat to go onto the page after you offhandedly mentioned that cracker would be the most popular pet on the page

you were not wrong

cracker instantly captured everyone’s attention and became the most liked picture on the account to the point where the owner of the page messaged ur roommate to ask for more pictures (“i told you! it’s the eyes, i swear! she’s like a witch!” –renjun)

people on campus even started approaching your roommate to ask about the cat and she had to direct them all to you, each person asking you to start your own instagram page for your little popular queen

you said no every time because you’re a struggling college student who spends all her time in college or working to earn money which is then spent on ur damn cat you don’t have time to run an instagram account for her

and she’s already spoiled enough you don’t want to boost cracker’s ego too much

unbeknownst to you, jeno fell completely in love with cracker the second he saw her on the Instagram page (jeno, an avid visitor of the campus pet instagram page) and would always whine to his friends about how cute the cat is

since he’s allergic he can’t own them himself and his roommate, jaemin, uses this excuse every time jeno even BEGINS thinking about owning a pet

every time a new picture of cracker was posted on the campus instagram page he’d get so excited and be the first to comment and like

he’d get teased by his friends too because essentially jeno was a really big fan of cat, an animal, compared to donghyuck who would be freaking out over the new red velvet selfie – they’re in different worlds

BUT jeno can’t get over how enchanting cracker’s large eyes are, how fluffy her tail is, how photogenic a CAT is and he’s completely enamoured by your little feline

so one night there’s a big party to celebrate the end of the first term but you sadly can’t go since you don’t feel too good and don’t want to make yourself worse

it’s also cracker’s birthday and the SECOND you coughed and your throat felt scratchy you knew it was a sign from the gods to stay home and celebrate w your cat

your roommate goes tho, after feeding cracker one too many treats as a birthday gift, and since you offered to pick her up if need be she said she’ll text you later

at midnight you get a text from an unknown number

[00:17am, UNKNOWN]: heyyyyyyyyyyy

you think its your roommate texting from someone else’s phone because hers died so you respond instantly with ‘you good?’

[00:20am, UNKNOWN]: im great havea quesiotn

[00:20am, you]: shoot

[00:21am, UNKNOWN]: sned ur cat

[00:22am, you]: what? Call me

your phone rings a minute later and when you answer

it’s not your roommate

it’s a boy you’ve never heard before and he’s mumbling incoherently and it worries you

not only because you were expecting your roommate but because this guy sounds absolutely GONE and you can picture him swaying from side to side due to intoxication

you ask him his name about ten times before you get an actual answer: jeno

you recognise the name as one of renjun’s friends so you know you can at least trust him to some extent

he keeps saying ‘send your cat’ and you don’t quite know what he means so when you ask him he says

“i love your cat”

that’s it. He keeps repeating ‘send your cat’ and ‘i love your cat’ and no matter what else you say to him, ‘go drink some water!’ ‘where are you?’ ‘do you need me to call someone?’, he keeps going on about cracker and you look at the cat lying next to you, lazily cleaning her paws, and hang up on him

you take the party hat you had taken pictures of her in earlier and put it back on her head, telling her you’re sorry you have to put it back on and promise her treats if she sits still, and bring up the camera app on your phone

then you go back to your messages and send two of the best pictures you took of her to this jeno guy, hoping you’re understanding him correctly and that you can convince him to listen to you after he’s seen the picture

the response you get is a bunch of keyboard smashes

you call him back and he’s.. crying? kind of? he sounds choked up but he’s so drunk you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually was crying from happiness

he’s much more willing to listen to you after seeing cracker and keeps telling you how cute she is and it sounds like he’s trying to stand up from wherever he is from the shuffling on the other end of the call

then there’s more shuffling and another voice, much more sober, comes through the receiver

“im so sorry, whoever you are. jeno’s a mess. im taking him home now, im his roommate, he’s ok. bye.”

and the call ends

you go to sleep, still a little worried for jeno, but your worries are quashed when you wake up because jeno has texted you again

much more sober and embarrassed

[11:57am, UNKNOWN]: im so sorry omg

[11:57am, UNKNOWN]: you must hate me haha

[11:57am, UNKNOWN]: i got too drunk sorry you can block my number if you want

[11:57am, UNKNOWN]: thank u for the cat pictures tho im a big fan

your heart warms at the texts because he seems to feel guilty and it’s endearing, and then you smile when you read the text about your cat

you reply telling him it’s ok, you’re not mad at all and you’re glad he got home safe, but how did he get your number? you’ve never spoken before?

he explains that he has memory of drunk jeno asking renjun for your number, to which he was bluntly rejected and told no, and then asked around the party for who has your number until he stumbled upon someone who gave it to him with a wink

[13:10pm, JENO?]: i think people think i was trying to make a move on you haha

jeno apologises about twelve more times throughout the conversation and you tell him it’s ok every time

and ask if a picture of cracker will make him feel better

…to which he responds yes instantly

and from then on even though you and jeno barely know each other, your only connection renjun and now your cat, a bond formed

jeno would text you at random times with random messages asking for a picture of cracker

and if you were able to you were more than happy to oblige

renjun thought it was really weird that you two became almost..friends… just through occasionally texting and sending pictures of an animal to him

jaemin initially thought jeno finally got a significant other since whenever he’d look at him jeno would be smiling at his phone, texting with quick fingers to respond to whoever he was talking to

renjun broke jaemin’s heart when he told him jeno was happy over a cat

but he pieced it back together when he mentioned the owner of the cat was an attractive female

this goes on for several months before one day you receive a text saying there’s a package available to be picked up for you? and you’re like? Who

so you go pick it up and when you get back to your dorm you cautiously open it to find an array of cat treats and cat toys

there’s even a little post-it note with a cute message for cracker

to cracker, the best kitty cat in all the land! im your biggest fan!! –jeno :)

you can’t help but smile at the post-it, your cheeks heating and a small riot of butterflies in your stomach

you chide yourself because you really don’t know this boy, if you think about it, and you shouldn’t be getting feelings over someone you’ve only ever spoken to in person once or twice

and the post-it was written to your cat, not you..so..

you glare slightly at cracker as she sniffs and noses at the treats on the table

but then take pictures of her with her mountain of gifts and send it to jeno with a bunch of heart emojis

jeno, eating lunch with his friends at the time, instantly smiles and blushes at your response, replying with smiley faces

jaemin, nudging jeno: that your gf?

renjun: if it’s the damn cat jeno i swear to god

jeno: uh

jeno doesn’t bother mentioning that although the cat pictures were cute, he was happier about the hearts you sent to him

a week later, you have another package delivery

its jeno again

the week after, another package. Jeno

the week after that, yet another package. who? jeno.

this goes on for at least another two months

you’re stocked on treats for cracker to last you the next several years

enough toys that your dorm is covered constantly, as if you own a toddler instead of a cat

your roommate thinks it’s the cutest thing ever that jeno is doing this and is CONVINCED that jeno is doing it for YOU, not for cracker

you, with red cheeks and looking at the floor to avoid eye contact: shut up u know nothing

until

it’s a dark day, a dark night, looming dark clouds stuck in the sky that threaten to unleash downpours at any second

and you’ve just left the vet that isn’t too far from your dorm

cracker isn’t with you

it was sudden, so abrupt you didn’t have time to process everything and you’re still slightly dazed

when you get back to your dorm your roommate is there, sitting with cups of tea ready for whatever you want to give her

she notices the absence of your best friend and understands instantly, hugging you gently as you lean into her and break down

cracker had fallen ill suddenly, by no fault of your own, and when you reached the vet you were already in tears with a tight stomach, as if you knew what was coming

the vet told you with sad eyes the best option was to leave cracker with her and let her do what she has to, to save cracker a lot of pain

after a teary but warm goodbye, you saw cracker for the last time

the following day, at such bad timing it felt like the world was laughing at you, you receive another package from jeno

you pick the package up but don’t open it

you ask your roommate to inform that stupid pet instagram about cracker, a bitter tone to your voice

even though cracker was your cat and so her death shouldn’t be anyone else’s business, you knew people would start asking questions if cracker no longer appeared on the page

you assume jeno will see the account’s post about the loss of cracker and he does, sending you a short but sweet message saying cracker was the best cat ever, which she was, and that she lived the best life with the best owner, which she did

you don’t reply though, too choked up to look at the message for too long

jeno asks renjun about you every day and a week or two later he’s glad to hear you’re feeling much better and are getting back into routine

one night, a friday, you’re in your dorm typing an essay when you hear a faint meow

you instantly ignore it, putting it down to you still not being quite used to complete silence in your dorm

but then you hear it again, and again, and it doesn’t sound like cracker’s meows

it sounds smaller, weaker almost, and like its coming from right outside your door

even though you’re still slightly convinced that you’re going insane you walk towards your door

you open it tentatively and just enough that you can use one eye to look into the hallway

and there

is a little black kitten

staring up at you

it’s the smallest thing, all black with bright green eyes that look too big for it’s body

and it lets out the same meow you had been hearing that you thought you were imagining

you open your door fully, bending down to gently pet the kitten and look around the hallway to find who left the kitten here

you scan the hallway a couple of times before you notice a head of black hair peeking from the end of the hallway, their eyes wide when you make eye contact with them

slowly, the person steps out from the wall they were hid behind to approach you

it’s jeno

you’re still in shock when he reaches you, and you just stare up at him with an open mouth

“do you like him?”

the words bring you back to earth and you nod before looking at the kitten again, asking, “is he mine?”

jeno nods and smiles widely, “all yours.”

you stand up with the kitten in your arms, the soft creature already snuggling and getting comfortable in your arms, “are you sure?”

jeno giggles at you and you realise he’s much more attractive than you remember, so handsome it makes you flustered

“the second i saw him i thought he’d be perfect for you. there’s something special about him.” jeno shrugs

when you look at the kitten again you repeatedly say thank you to jeno

you’re so surprised by this gift you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself

or what this means

but jeno seems to understand that even though you’re thankful you’re not sure where to go from here

so when he reaches over to very lightly smooth his fingertips over the kitten’s head, he says

“i thought this kitten could be our child. you can have full custody, though. i’ll just stay over on the weekends.”

and you can’t believe what you just heard

your child? stay over at the weekend?

you laugh a little in disbelief

“what does any of that even mean?”

jeno forces out a laugh and jiggles his shoulders slightly as if to compose himself

“this is my, obviously terrible, attempt at asking you on a date.”

oh

you’re in shock all over again, and jeno reaches behind his head to scratch his neck awkwardly

“i mean- you don’t have to. im not forcing you to-though the cat makes it seem like i am, doesn’t it? i don’t mean it like that, i swear. the kitten is yours i promise-“

when jeno sees you smiling at him he stops talking, eyebrows furrowed to show he doesn’t quite understand why you’re looking at him like that

“i’d love to go on a date with you, jeno.”

jeno nods at you several times as he processes the words, then says “great!” with a thumbs up

you smile at each other then, and it’s a warm atmosphere with the sleeping small kitten in your arms

after your first date, and many others, jeno, true to his word, starts staying over on the weekends to look after the kitten

by that i mean he uses the kitten and his ‘custody’ over him to stay over and cuddle with you

even if it means he sneezes aggressively every five minutes

#nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #lee jeno scenarios #jeno scenarios #nct imagines #kpop scenarios #i love jeno v much #and its the cutest thing ever that he owns three(?) cats #despite being allergic to them #AND I THINK HE RESCUED ONE FROMTHE STREETS??? #WOW DO U WANT TO BE ANYMORE PERFECT

[sweetnestor]

odlt extra #2 | a plethora of difficulties

March 2018, aka the night of ethan’s drunk stream. drink responsibly kiddos.

PREVIOUS FICS (u should read these if ur new here)(srsly this is ethan x oc)

The magic number for this month was nine. I was one week away from being exactly nine months sober. I was proud, and I had also run out of people to give my chips to. The last person to receive a chip from me was Amy, and that was two months ago.

Anyway, every anniversary I always end up reflecting on my progress. Yes, I quit drinking. That meant I had to find other ways to cope with my never ending, always frustrating social anxiety. That was a particularly hard thing to deal with, and it was really annoying.

Drinking excessively? Over it. Suicide attempt? Like it never even happened. Depressive episode who? Don’t know her. Social anxiety? Yeah, she’s a BITCH.

I was trying, though, and Ethan told me that trying always counts.

I’ve managed to be around my close circle of friends (Mark, Amy, Tyler, Kathryn, and Jack when he was in the country) without feeling the deadly temptation. I was comfortable around them because they’ve witnessed my bad moments with alcohol… and my bad moments in general. If I ever was feeling triggered, I had my ways to combat it.

One thing I have found useful and productive in my sober time was my unconditional and insatiable need to mother the shit out of my boyfriend when he couldn’t do it himself. Over time, I had become the permanent designated driver for not just Ethan, but also his friends outside the team. It helped all of them save Uber money, and it eased my mind knowing that they all got home safely. It also helped me get comfortable around the friends I didn’t know as well, so then maybe I could actually be out and about with them in the future. Yeah, Ethan threw up in the passenger seat one time, but at least it was in the safety of my car. And yes, it was a bitch to clean up. And no, the friends that witnessed that moment have not let him live it down.

Aside from blowing chunks in inconvenient spaces, the times when Ethan would drink a little too much were tricky to deal with. When I would get him inside his apartment, he wouldn’t make it to his room. He would settle for the couch and insist on taking me with him. He was also very handsy and always wanted to kiss me, despite the liquor breath. Once I made it clear I wasn’t interested, he would back off and fall asleep.

Tonight was a little different. I headed over to Ethan’s apartment after working at the office like I normally would. He was walking out of his recording room as I entered the apartment. It took a second for me to notice his droopy eyes and dopey grin. And then I saw the bottle of Jack in his hand. Oh.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked as I closed the front door behind me.

Ethan looked up and smiled wide. “Bella!” He opened his arms and walked towards me.

He was a cuddly drunk too. Can’t complain about that.

“Me and Brian just recorded some videos,” he told me as he pressed my head against his chest. “Mm, I missed you.”

I giggled as I pulled out of his grasp. I looked up at him, trying to determine just how intoxicated he was. “So how much have you had?”

He chuckled and held up a finger, like he had some big, rousing story as to how he got in this situation. “Listen… when you watch the videos, you will understand.” He spoke slowly and fumbled on his speech.

“How much?” I asked again.

“Ten - No, twelve shots,” he replied. “Twelve, I think.”

I hid my shocked expression well. “I see. And what are you gonna do now?”

“I’m gonna go pee. And I’m taking this with me.” He held up the bottle. “‘Cause you’re not allowed…”

And he strode off into the bathroom.

It’s one thing to drop him off at his friend’s house or at a bar. It was easy for me to have that distance and do my own thing. Now I was torn between going home and staying to take care of him. I should go home because I still get triggered by alcohol and being around drunk people. But I should stay because Ethan was hammered and he was alone in his own apartment. Who else was going to take care of him?

I took a deep breath and marched over to the fridge. As soon as I opened it, all I saw was beer and expensive whiskey. But no, I was better than this. I’ve stayed in Ethan’s apartment many times, knowing there was alcohol in here. It took me a moment to reach for the orange Gatorade, but I did it. However, I did pretend it was tequila or vodka as I drank some of it. Just because you’re clean, don’t mean you don’t miss it.

Then I heard gagging and retching in the bathroom. It was quick and followed by the toilet flushing. Guess I can’t have Gatorade now.

Ethan stepped out of the bathroom like nothing happened. He walked over, still having a grin on his face.

“I’m gonna stream now,” he said casually.

I chuckled. “Okay, sure.”

“No, really. I already tweeted it.”

This was going to be harder than I thought. I checked my phone, and there was indeed a tweet linking to Ethan’s Twitch channel. Dammit.

“Are you sure, bubby?” I asked, trying to get on his sweet side. “You just got sick, don’t you wanna go to bed?”

Ethan took two clumsy steps towards me. He reached up and stroked my bottom lip with his thumb, evidently smearing my lipstick.

“You can wait for me in bed, baby,” he told me as he attempted to wink. “Keep your lipstick on. I like it.”

I would have laughed had it not been for the circumstances. Here I thought he listened to me better when he was intoxicated.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drunk stream,” I suggested, getting anxious as I wiped just below my mouth.

“But the community!” he whined. “I can’t disappoint them! I promised a drunk stream! It has to happen, Bella!”

I rolled my eyes, now getting impatient. “You’re gonna regret it tomorrow, but go off!”

Ethan’s face fell a little bit. “Don’t be mean to me… I’m just trying to have fun!”

“I’m not-” I stopped myself, realizing there was no point in arguing. “Okay, you made the decision. Have your fun! And take this too, you’re gonna need it.” I gave him the Gatorade.

Let him regret it in the morning.

“Okay, I’ll try to be quick.” He leaned in and kissed the top of my head. “I love you.”

“Love you,” I mumbled as I went over to the couch.

Of course I watched everything go down from my laptop. It was entertaining to say the least, but it also made my stomach feel heavy. Should I have tried harder to stop him?

I hesitated to mod the chat on Twitch, but I eventually signed on and made my presence known. First message I saw? “Bella, come get ya mans!” Honey, I fucking tried. I figured, as long as I don’t make it known that we’re in the same apartment, it shouldn’t be a problem, right? People don’t have to know that I let him get this messy, right?

“Oh, hi Bella,” Ethan said in the stream when he looked at the chat. “Everyone say hi to Bella!”

“Hiiiiii Bellaaaaa,” repeated his friends in exaggerated, flamboyant tones.

The first response I noticed in the chat was from Kathryn. And that was only because she texted me over the phone first.

“Should we be worried?”

On Twitch: “sup fam”

I responded in the chat first. “Hey queen.”

Over text: “He should be fine. If things get even messier then I’ll step in.”

Kathryn replied quickly. “Oh you’re there with him? You good fam?”

“lol yeah it’s all good. Keeping an eye on the boyf keeps me occupied.”

As the stream continued, Ethan took two more shots. He also drank the Gatorade I gave him, so he was attempting to stay hydrated. He was already really far gone, though.

“Brian, Brian… I love you,” Ethan slurred, clearly out of his mind.

“I’ll kill you!” Brian replied, causing everyone to laugh.

“Don’t let your girlfriend hear you say that, Earthan,” Joey added.

I snorted. My boring, sober ass couldn’t keep up anymore.

“Bella knows I love her,” Ethan told them. “I love her so much…”

“Here we fucking go,” I mumbled as I typed in the chat. “lol I could never come between you and the bagel.”

The chat went wild. Ethan missed it because he had accidentally called his mother. What I would have given to hear that conversation.

After that, things got weird. Ethan somehow logged himself out of the Discord chat with his friends. He was confused, and it showed on his drunk face. His eyes were also drooping enough for people in the chat to take notice. To top it all off, Ethan put his head down on what I assumed was the microphone, but it shifted and he practically went limp.

That was when I got up and went to the recording room. Ethan was pulling off his headphones and talking to Siri. He slowly turned towards me as I entered the room. He was so out of it.

“Is the stream over?” I asked quietly, not wanting to be overheard.

“Yeah, I ended it,” he replied softly. He moved to get up but suddenly paused. “Ugh, I don’t feel good.”

I quickly ran out of the room, grabbed the bin from the bathroom and returned. Ethan took it and held it in his lap, waiting.

While he puked up the alcohol, I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and found the Tylenol. As I went to the kitchen, I heard Ethan retching into the trash can. I got a glass of water and took it to the bedroom. I placed the glass and the painkillers on the bedside table, and then I pulled the blanket back on the bed for when Ethan wanted to lie down.

He came out of the recording room with the little trash bag tied up. He was wasted and he looked miserable. I gently took the bag from him.

“Brush your teeth and go lie down,” I told him.

“Yes, Miss,” he slurred back.

“And don’t be nasty,” I added before going to dump the trash.

As I went out to the dumpster, I mentally prepares myself. The end of the night could be good or bad, depending on how much Ethan drank. Tonight was already a bad night, I just had to get him to sleep soon. Remember when I said Ethan was handsy?

Okay, let me clear this up: I don’t mind having a cuddly drunk of a boyfriend. It’s actually really sweet. Most times, he just wants to be held as he falls asleep. That’s usually after a reasonable amount of alcohol. I wasn’t sure what to expect after 10+ shots. It also goes without saying that the alcohol breath was very difficult for me to deal with, which was why I didn’t like to kiss him in these circumstances.

I walked back into the apartment to only hear silence. I took a deep breath and went over to the bedroom. Ethan was lying on his side in the space I had made for him. His eyes were closed, so I carefully crawled in under the covers next to him.

He wasn’t asleep. As soon as I was on my back, Ethan scooted closer to me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and leaned in towards my mouth.

I quickly turned my head away from him. “Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Let me kiss you…”

“Only on the cheek.”

He did, and then he lied his head on my chest. I stroked his hair and rubbed his back, hoping he would fall asleep soon.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my shirt. “I love you so much… so fucking much…”

“I love you too, bubby,” I said. “Try to sleep, yeah?”

“M’kay…”

~

Ethan was the one who drank into oblivion, yet he still woke up before me. Granted, he was still in bed when I woke up, but he was sitting up with the TV on and playing a game. He was still in the same clothes he wore yesterday, minus the sweatpants.

I rolled into my side facing him. Ethan looked down and grinned.

“Hey Siri,” I mumbled sleepily.

He paused the game. “Goddammit, not you too…”

I chuckled. “Is it a meme now?”

“Yeah…” He sighed and lied down on his side too. “So… I kind of remember when you showed up. And I barely remember the stream.”

“Have you watched it back yet?”

Ethan nodded. “Yup. And then I took it down. It’s, uh, not my finest hour.” He rolled onto his front, hiding his face in the pillow.

“I mean, it was a fun stream!” I reassured as I rubbed his back.

He groaned and it was muffled by the pillow.

“It’s okay! It happens to all of us!”

Ethan picked his head up and sighed. “Never let me get that drunk again.”

I chuckled. “Well, I did try to talk you out of the stream. You usually listen when you’re drunk.”

“Did I try to make out with you again?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. You gave up when I said no and you passed out.”

“Well, thank you for looking out for me,” he said sincerely. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be. Oh, and I also got rid of the Jack Daniel’s, and I stashed away all the other alcohol. Just in case you were triggered or something.”

“I’m always triggered…” I admitted.

There was a pause. Ethan turned and lied on his back, resting an arm behind his head.

“You know you don’t always have to take care of me when I’m drunk,” he said after a while. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to stay.”

“It’s okay. I like taking care of you.”

“Well, I’ll try not to get so hammered next time. I’m never doing a drunk livestream ever again.”

#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #sweetheart writes #odlt extra #real talk that stream was an entertaining mess #and i fully understand why ethan took it down lmao #and i just wanted bellas take on that whole fiasco #and yes there was a t swift lyric in there #song: clean by taylor swift #also im trying to compile all my lil one shots onto one masterlist thingy #so that way theyre all together #like the pre soau belliplier ones #and the ylh extras and the lists of hcs #theyre kind of all over the place #so im tryna get that sorted #and um yeah #if theres anything yall want me to write abt bella and her boo let me know #SIDENOTE the 'yes miss' thing was a bedroom reference sksjdjsjzjsj #that may or may not be what he calls her when she's in control of the NastyNasty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) #ahem anyway

[skiesofthesketchy]

Drunk

AN\\: lol it’s been literally forever. Oops. Anyway, I wrote this. So here you go. Let me know what you think! I take requests!!,,, unless ur request is like lame and I dont feel like it idk. Luv u all <3

Pairing: Dylan Sprayberry x reader ((sorry I don’t like putting in (Y/N) so I just put in Zoe okay))

Word count: 1,754

Warnings: na

I walk through the automatic doors and am greeted with an onslaught of people rushing in every direction, knocking into one another and looking frantic. I look side to side, trying to figure out where to find it in this mess of bodies. I see the produce aisle and start heading towards it. A lady in front of me spills popcorn everywhere. I keep walking, picking up my speed now, and bumping into people passing by. Suddenly, alarms start going off and sprinklers from the tall ceilings go off. People are yelling now and rush to the exit. But I’ve only got one thing on my mind and I’m not leaving here without it. I toss the hood of my sweatshirt up over my already soaked hair and stick my elbows out to plow past the people blocking my way. Suddenly, I see them.

The bananas. And there’s only one bunch left. I lunge for them and shout in victory as I finally manage to get ahold of them. I blink and discover someone else’s greedy hands on my bananas. I look up to a death glare matching my own, but on the face of none other than Ellen DeGeneres. I will not be defeated by her. I snatch the bananas away from her but the bunch breaks, leaving me with only one banana in my grasp, and five in hers. I cannot believe I have failed. I am a disgrace. Ellen smirks at me and pushes past me, sloshing in the puddles beneath our feet. The supermarket is empty now except for me, but I am too ashamed to move and I let the water from above soak me.

“Makin’ my way downtown. Walkin’ fast, faces pass and I’m homebound.”

Startled by my ringtone, I jolt up wondering where the hell I am. Oh, just my bedroom. I rub my eyes as I lazily reach for my cell phone. I pick it up and accidentally yawn instead of saying hello.

“Oh shit, Zoe. I’m sorry to wake you up.” I knew that voice all too well. Then again, the ringtone gave it away. 

“What? Oh no, you didn’t wake me up. I was just um...” yeah, I’m obviously still half asleep. I laugh softly, “Okay you did. What’s up Dyl?” 

“I’m really sorry to bother you, like so so sorry, the sorriest ever, but can you pick me up? Please?” You imagined him doing puppy dog eyes right now. He sounded pretty out of it.

“Dylan, have you been drinking again?” I asked him, already knowing the answer, as I start lacing up my converse. 

“Uhhh maybe?” I rolled my eyes, now throwing on a jacket. Typical Dylan, always needing me to pick him up in the middle of the night. I mean, I do lose a lot of sleep because of that boy, but I don’t mind. I’d rather him be safe instead of trying to drive himself home drunk. Plus, I feel somewhat honored that he would call me of all people when he needs help, if that makes sense. Not to mention, I may have a teeny, tiny crush on him. 

“Alright bud, where you at?”

“The elementary school.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon.” 

“Thank you so much, Zo. I can always count on you.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m great, I know. What would you do without me?” I tease. I grab my car keys and head out to my car.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about that a lot actually,” he said quietly. Confusion crossed my face. I wonder what he means by that. 

“Okay Dyl, I’ll be there in 10.” I’ll just ask him about it when I pick him up. And with that, I hung up and headed towards the school. 

I pull up to the parking lot of the small elementary school in the quiet neighborhood. I don’t see Dylan anywhere. I drive past the lit entrance to the school and towards the fence that surrounds the playground. My headlights reveal a figure on one of the swings, back facing me. I wait a few minutes for Dylan to get into my car but he doesn’t even turn around. He knows I’m here because of the lights.

I turn off the engine and hop out of the car. “Dylan, what are you doing? Come on, let’s get you home.”

He looked back at me and motioned for me to come over.  I quietly make my way to the swing beside Dylan and sit. Something about him is off. I mean, I know he’s drunk, but he is normally very childlike and happy when he’s drunk. A few more minutes of silence go by before I can’t stand it anymore. “Dylan,” I say, but he doesn’t respond or even look at me. “What’s wrong?”

Finally, he turns to me and I can see waves of emotions behind his eyes even in the darkness, but I can’t seem to read any of them. “I’ve just been thinking about some stuff lately,” he says, and turns back to look into the darkness. 

“What kind of stuff?” A few more moments of silence go by, and I wait in patience as I lightly swing myself by tapping my foot on the ground. I’ve never seen him like this- so distraught and confused. It’s like he’s debating something within his own mind. Debating on whether to tell me or not. 

I’m beginning to think he’s not going to answer when he turns to look at me. I can barely make out his face in the darkness but I can feel his eyes piercing into me. “Mostly you.”

I can feel my heart speed up and I don’t have the courage to look away, to even move. My mouth opens for me to speak, but no words come out. “Uh- um. How come?” I finally manage and I turn away and continue swinging.

I can still feel his eyes on me but I pretend not to notice as I wait for his answer. “Because I’m wondering if I even have a chance.”

My head snaps back to his direction and he looks.... ashamed? 

“A chance with me?” I honestly can’t believe this. I never in a million years thought he would ever see me as more than a friend. “What makes you say that, Dyl?”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Because I’m just some loser that spends more nights drunk than sober, and always calls you for help. You probably only see me as someone you have to take care of like some kid or something.” His somber demeanor is long gone by now, as he explodes with desperate emotion. “Oh god, nevermind. I shouldn’t have said anything. I shouldn’t have even called you. You’re probably so fucking tired of me. Oh god, I’m sorry Zo. Forget I said anything.” His rambling ended with him storming away.

Before he could get too far and without a second thought, I grabbed his arm and turned him towards me. He was avoiding my eyes and I could tell he was clenching his jaw. “You are not a loser. Not even close.” I looked down and entwined my fingers with his. “The fact that you would even think that just makes me so sad, because I care about you so so much Dyl.” 

I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking but I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. He finally looked at me and I could tell his eyes were as glossy as mine. “And you are not some child that I have to parent. Don’t ever think that you’re a burden on me, because you’re not, okay? You can count on me for anything and I am always happy to help.” 

He looked down and said nothing. “I mean it, Dylan.”

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him close. He immediately gave in to the hug and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that until he broke the silence.

“I really like you, Zo,” Dylan said with eyes boring into mine. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I actually love you but I’m not gonna tell you that right now or I’d scare you away. Except I just said that out loud already, huh?” His face squished as he became embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I’m drunk.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, which made him look at me optimistically. I honestly can’t believe he likes back. “It’s okay Dyl,” I said, bringing him closer to me again. “I’m pretty sure I kinda love you too.” 

His smiling face matched mine and we sort of laughed at the whole situation. Both our faces beaming happily now, I noticed Dylan look down at my lips, and bit his in the process. He leaned in but his lips came in contact with my cheek as I turned my head. “Let’s get you home now,” I said, walking away towards the direction of my car.

When I didn’t hear him respond I looked over my shoulder to find him right where I left him, mouth agape and disbelief across his face.

“What?”

“But, we just did the whole “confessing our love to each other” thing. Like in all those crappy movies you love. And- and you’re just gonna leave me hangin?”

“Oh please,” I laughed. “You probably won’t remember any of this. You can barely walk straight!” I started walking again.

He jogged to catch up with me. “Trust me. I’ll remember.” I went to open the door of my car, but Dylan leaned against it, arms folded and blocking me from getting in. The seriousness of the night washed away and became playful. I saw the smirk on his face and knew what he wanted.

“K, how bout this. If you remember everything that happened tomorrow, then you can have your kiss.” Dylan did not seem amused.

“I pinky promise, okay?” I held out my pinky and he looked at it skeptically. He knows that I do not break pinky promises, no matter what. After a few seconds of contemplation, he finally locked his pinky with mine. “Now move! It’s late and we both have stuff to do tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Dylan said, shuffling over to the passenger side of the car. “And promises to keep,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile playing at my lips. 

...

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #dylan sprayberry #dylan sprayberry imagine #one shot #skiesofthesketchy #tw #fluffy #drunk

[dahliias]

hello children it me theye. i am playing my love, my life, dahlia. you can read about my trash monster below n as always pls come plot w me ,,,,, u all know how i feel about plotting 

lmao so. this is dahlia day hayes, aka twin sister to dexter hayes, aka the sensible one

jus call her dahlia . there are nicknames her Favorite People can use (dee namely) but if ur not someone she actively likes she’ll probably pour her drink on you lmao

ok so dahlia is 22, bisexual but its like a men 5 / 95 women thing , like she can appreciate the male form but 100% if u dont eat ur girl out she will 

so dahlia grew up in new york with a really irresponsible mum and a constantly growing family; her dad abandoned her, shes got 5 younger siblings she helped raise, it was a real fun shitshow

basically her entire life up until about 16 was her family -- dexter, her siblings, her mother, she was consumed with morning routines, bedtimes, diapers, sick children, dishes, laundry -- she had almost no personality outside of “caretaker”

except .... dahlia is lowkey p freaking amazing up in her head ? she’s amazing at engineering and math. she can fix microwaves, toasters, ovens, driers, cars, blenders. if something broke in the hayes household, it’s dahlia you’d hear little voices screaming for. 

she also has a calculator up in that head of hers. she’s been doing advanced calc since 8th grade, and senior year she was bored in two different ap math classes.

when she was 16 she decided that she wanted to try to make something of herself. she thought if she could claw her way out of the poverty-stricken mess, she could eventually bring her siblings with her and they could live a good life

so she applied for hundreds, hundreds of scholarships, met with college representatives, took her s.a.ts three times to get her 2300, -- all behind her family’s -- and dexter’s -- back

mid senior year, she found out that, against all odds, she had managed a full scholarship, living costs + relocation fees included, to berkley. with this knowledge, she pushed herself, and graduated with a 4.5.

she didn’t know how to tell her family, so she waited until a family dinner a few nights after her 18th birthday that she’d be leaving them. it broke her heart, but she desperately wanted to pursue her dreams, she wanted to know more about the world, and see more things than just the view from her crowded bedroom. 

she left for berkley in august -- and it was nothing like she expected? it was horrid. overwhelming. her dorm room was too empty. she missed her family. it was like they were inside of her, ripping her to pieces trying to drag her back to them.  she loved berkley, and finally had found a place she truly felt like she could belong and flourish, but she couldn’t handle being so far away from her twin, her babies, and her mother.

during spring break, when she finally saved up through work study to return, she dropped out and stayed with her family again; she hated herself for giving up something she was so excited and passionate about, but she felt like she couldn’t justify leaving her kids just to be selfish

so she adapted. she started working, although illegally, at a little nightclub as a waitress -- it helped, some, that she looked young, because sleezy drunk men were always willing to tip a young-looking blonde a little extra. 

she did a fair bit of illegal shit too -- she stole, she cheated, she pickpocketed, she conned, -- and eventually she ended up in underground fighting

she’s good, too. at first she came home with the shit kicked out of her every night, but she learned to anticipate the throws and learned where to hit to make it hurt, and how to use her body to hurt other people. 

she only fought on the weekends, but it was enough at the time

dahlia also grew angrier. every morning when she got home from a fight at 5 am and had to slather drugstore concealer all over her face to help get the kids up for school and out the door, she hated that -- once a genius with potential -- she let herself become a criminal. 

when dexter left the family, she grew hard; it’s hard to learn that you can’t even trust your family, but she learned that. she started working double-time, with half the time to sleep, waitressing and pickpocketing, fighting in safe rings on the weekends didn’t cut it anymore, so she started to go to rings where she would be pit against grown men; it was riskier, but the pot was much larger. 

eventually, one of the various dads of her siblings came back into their lives and tried to push in as “father,” and her mother, a wreck, let him. he told dahlia he wanted her to work on moving out because she was a bad influence on his kids, and dahlia was furious -- who was this man? a stranger who had left her family in the first place?  she refused, obviously. 

as time went on, the man became more and more aggressive with her, leading to an actual physical fight. she hurt him, and he kicked her out of the house she’d been raising her siblings in basically since she was a first grader.

she had literally no one -- so she took what money she had from the last few weeks, and put it together on a debit card. her plan was stupid and half-baked, but she decided that she would track down her wayward twin and force him to return with her so that she could get back the only purpose she had anymore -- her family.

dahlia’s not a nice girl. she doesn’t pretend to be. she’ll be perfectly cordial and nice, but if you pull a tone with her she’ll go 0 to bitch in ten seconds lmao. 

she’s not afraid of very much at all, and she has literally like four switchblades on her at any given moment, even though she’s definitely dressed like some mannequin at forever 21 lmao

she always has a lighter or a box of matches on her, and when she gets restless or agitated, she starts striking the matches, shaking them out, and throwing them on the ground, or flicking her lighter open and lighting it over and over again

she’s v unimpressed w the male population. thank dexter and her dad for that lmao 99% sure her favorite water bottle dead ass says “male tears” on it

honestly dee is so ?? edgy n mean n tough ?? but she dead ass dresses like any other lil preppy thing w her shorts n skirts n her sheer ass shirt and heeled boots, she loves the hot weather in marbella so far so she’s just like yes please i love shorts and i hate jackets

she had never actually seen the ocean before bc berkley isn’t in beach county, so when she got to marbella and saw the ocean in person the first time she finally found the one thing that scares her and takes her breath away lol

so sometimes she just sits in the sand looking at it bc she hasn’t plucked up the courage to go and play in it yet shes honestly so intimidated by the ocean . she’ll never admit it bc she is the Man Of The House but still 

it took her a while to hunt down her brother, she started in france and ended up here via hitch hiking and sneaking into trains, she has no fear its insane , so she’s probs only been in town like 2 weeks. 

she’s currently staying at a lil youth hostel so she only really has a nice army backpack full of three or four mismatched outfits and a toothbrush and a phone + charger that only works w wifi. she’s stealing toiletries from tourists and makes a living pickpocketing atm 

she’s probably going 2 be too easy to convince to kick back bc she hasnt had a goddamn day off in 4 years

when shes mad move anything breakable out of the way and do not stand close to a bar because she will throw a beer bottle at your head and she will destroy everything you own

the only ppl in the world who see any gentility to her are her baby siblings and they’re not here are they ????? 

if she Adopts u she will show u how soft and sweet and lowkey maternal she can be, but otherwise nah

i genuinely am so brain dead now i cannot think of many plots but i have 3 i really want below so pls:

someone who she can stay with in the longterm -- just because she’s gonna be here for a while and there’s only so long she can pay the fees to stay at a youth hostel and live out of a bag honestly she’s gonna want to buy a bra and wash it regularly; i’d love if these two actually get along well whatever that means. like she’s not a horrible roommate bc shes spent her whole life cleaning up after other ppl but she’ll probs steal ur clothes bc shes not gonna buy her own lol

someone who can help her just fucking unwind for two seconds like girl needs to chill i swear ?? like get her drunk. get her to actually stand in the ocean. let her listen to music and eat good food. she’s never got to be a teenager, she needs that

a person who lowkey caught her with their wallet in her hand and was like dude wyd?? and instead of throwing a punch or calling The Law Enforcement Officers they actually stopped for a sec n now the two are unlikely bffs and they are her Emotional Support even tho shes mean and bitchy and likely is gonna be like “sad??? sad?????? i do not feel that emotion. nut the fuck up.  ‘sad.’ what a pussy”

#islandrp:intro #cries theres so muchbackstory

[celestialsunglasses]

★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

STOLEN FROM: The dash TAGGING: If u wanna, ur free to it, friends.

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?   “Nick Monroe.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?   “Nick Monroe,” Finger guns.

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? “Because it was half of my middle name before I transitioned. And also it was short, and sweet, to the point. And it just felt very me. That’s why I chose Nick.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? “Single.” ((verse/interaction dependent. default single.))

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? “I can make a pun out of nearly anything. It’s rad. Also watch this,” he flips his sunglasses to his eyes with far too much practiced ease. “ayyy.”

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? “Blue.”

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? “I dyed it blue when I was fifteen. And I have dyed it red, black, and purple. But then I let it grow out blond again.”

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? “Yeah.”

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? “Unfortunately no. I should get a cat.”

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. “I don’t like it when people leave the cap of the toothpaste off. Like what the fuck. Does anyone even realize how goddamn annoying it is to have dry toothpaste? It takes five extra seconds, just put it back on. I don’t understand.”

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? “I draw, do shit around the house that needs to be done, and then I either go out with friends if I’m feelin’ it. Or I stay in and read, or watch horrible reality tv.”

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? “Sure. But everyone’s hurt someone unintentionally. So don’t take that shit out of context.” Though he has hurt people on purpose. He’s just not gonna say it. 

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? “No.”

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? “No one’s supposed to know I’m a reptilian. But the cat’s outta the bag now. Or I guess the lizard is.”

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. “Can’t take anything seriously, and I swear a whole fuckton. That’s probably getting censored.” There were more things, but he didn’t have to share those out loud.

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? “Jan, and Kennie. Some of my other friends too. actually I admire most of my friends.”

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? “None of the above. Pansexual as hell, y’all.”

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? “Nah. I graduated high school ages ago.”

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? “I did once. It didn’t end well. And yet somehow I wouldn’t mind it again. Theoretically speaking. Like I’m not looking for it. And if it didn’t happen, I’d find a way to be happy regardless. I love the platonic friends I have, I don’t need romance if it’s not on the table. But if it did happen I wouldn’t mind it.”

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? “I have a couple in my house from when my AC went to shit.” Nick, oh my god.

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?  “Butterflies.” Clearly that’s not it, but he won’t say.

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? “Whatever I feel like wearing. But it’s usually grey jeans, a t-shirt, black faux leather jacket and these cool ass boots. And sunglasses. Hearing aids if it’s just one of those days where I can’t hear shit.”

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “I love many people. But not all of it is romantic like you were possibly hoping.”

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? “Middle class? Or do you mean if I was in a fantasy situation what class would I be. Fuckin’ rogue class, bitches.” And he’s double peace signing. Wow.

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? “I have a lot of friends, I like people and like being friends. But only three or four friends that I consider to be my best friends that really know and get me as well as they do.”

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? “Pie’s alright if it’s made well. Also depends on the type. More of a pudding pie guy myself. Or cake. I like the texture of cake better.”

27. FAVORITE DRINK?   “I like anything peach flavored. Or Dr. Pepper if I’m feeling trashy.”

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? “My tattoo shop. I feel very safe there.”

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? “Romantically? I dunno.” He shrugs to emphasize this. ((verse/interaction dependent. default not really.))

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE?     “Well that’s a personal ass question. Or dick question. I dunno.”

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? “Neither. A swimming pool. I’m not the hugest fan of big bodies of water. Pools I can trust.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? “I have so many types, my dude. I like various types of people. But common traits in all of them are anyone who is willing to call me out on my shit, people who make me laugh, and people who make me feel more balanced as a person. It doesn’t matter what gender they are. They can be any expression of feminine, masculine, or neutral, or mixes of all of it. I just like people who are good in the way that they are.”

34. ANY FETISHES? “Um... love. Affection. Making me laugh while we go at it? Some crazy kinky stuff, I know.”

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? “Both as fuck, bitches.”

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? “I haven’t been camping in ages, so probably indoors. But I feel like there’s a middle ground being skipped. I like doing things outside, but it’s not necessarily camping. I could enjoy it with the right people, though.”

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? “Honestly yeah. What’s an attention span.”

#headcanon #about Nick #outofscars