#it’s almost midnight so queing for the am !! not going to school but have to get up at 6 for a doctor’s appointment!

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...he looks up grinning like a devil 💌☁️🌷insp

#i knew queue were trouble #tswiftedit #taylor swift #WHEN WILL I STOP MAKING CRUEL SUMMER EDITS? um. never. #it’s almost midnight so queing for the am !! not going to school but have to get up at 6 for a doctor’s appointment! #winning !!! 🤧😎 #cruel summer #nostalgia #lyrics #taylor lyrics #abbys edits

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Long Lost Partners

Summary - When Kaminari gets caught from cheating on the recent English test, he receives an unusual punishment from Present Mic and joins another student from class 1-B. The two hit it off but Kaminari can’t shake the feeling that he knows this individual. But from where? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

To say that Denki Kaminari was tired would be an understatement. He was absolutely wrecked, though partially was his own fault. This morning he swore off procrastination and walked into class proclaiming that he was a new and improved man. To be fair though, this was probably the three monster energy drinks he downed while running to school talking, not him.

"Nice man! You know it takes someone who is really manly to step up and take action so I'm proud of you." Kirishima slapped his back appraisingly.

Jirou only looked him down suspiciously. "You sure that's you talking?"

"Hey I'm serious! The second I get an assignment I'll do it. I won't leave it off to the last day like last night ever again." Denki shivered at the thought of what went down this previous night. He was up until four am this morning trying to crank out the two weeks worth of homework that he had been piled up, which conveniently all had the same due date, today. Couldn't help but wonder if teachers planned to have the same due dates for work to make students' lives hell as he tried to complete his English homework.

Iida butted in with a smile on his face while performing his routine robotic chops, "I praise you Kaminari for being an example to the class! It is unwise to leave assignments to the very last minute when you can give them the attention they require and get full marks." At this comment almost everyone in class 1-A turned to look at Kaminari who was wearing a smug smile.

"You hear that Sero?" Kaminari asked with a shit eating grin. He opened his arms wide open giving him a full view. "I think you need to look up to me now."

"You're so full of shit." Sero remarked at his gloating friend who was basking in the attention. This was all in good fun though. Sero and Kaminari had met this year and got along the best between anyone else in class. Sometimes even taking time to hang out after school or play some games online.

Sero didn't really plan on looking up to Kaminari as usually it was the opposite way around. When Sero logged on last night to play a game, he had expected Kaminari to be on as he usually was, but instead was met with a text message saying, "can't tonight. doing this bitch ass English hw."

Sero knew that his friend had been procrastinating but when he opened Snapchat this morning he saw a whole new level of this bad habit. While going through Denki's private story he couldn't count the times Denki had filmed himself downing a whole monster energy drink. At around midnight he even filmed himself making what he called, 'The Acid Drink' which was a 20 oz. bottle of a mixture of coffee, Monster drinks, Kool Aid mix, Red Bull, and just pure granulated sugar. He even attempted to do shots of the 'Acid Drink' while workin on quadratic equations. Again, Sero didn't think it would be wise to follow in Kaminari's steps.

"Man how the hell are you going to stay up all day when all that sugar and caffeine crash?" Sero asked. He was sure his friend had come prepared and to be honest, he wanted to see what his plan was. And Kaminari's smile confirmed his suspicions as he pointed towards his bag.

"I've already thought ahead my friend. I left a bit early to go to the store to get some Red Bulls, candy and other stuff, which was a good idea considering there was a villain attack right near the shop. That would've been rough getting to school this morning."

Sero nodded in agreement. He left a bit too late this morning and he was actually caught up a bit in all the traffic and mess from the attack as well. Two people with quirks that enhanced their sizes went at it at 7:30 in the morning creating huge amounts of destruction.

"Yeah it was a pain in the ass trying to get through. Thank god I made it though. I don't think I can afford to be yelled at by Mr. Aizawa for being late again."

"It would kind of suck if one of my friends got expelled for showing up late to his class for the third time." Denki was now popping a couple smarties in his mouth before chewing it up. Sero then gave him a pointed look before Denki handed a couple over to his friend.

Right on que Mr. Aizawa walked into class for homeroom and thus began another uneventful day of learning, that is, until the end of English class.

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Hearing Present Mic speak was never a problem as that man never ceased shouting about anything. And that proved to be quite annoying in Denki's attempt to learn the English language. Well, that's at least what he blamed to be the cause of his current failing English grade.

Now, Denki Kaminari isn't the sharpest tool in the shed but that doesn't mean he is a total flop. He passed the UA entrance exam so that has to mean something, right? But when it comes to languages that is where he has never succeeded and doesn't think he ever will.

So today when Present Mic started class by asking for Denki to stay after class because, 'I have a few concerns about your English test," this really didn't come as a surprise. Even if it was expected, because there was no denying it, he bullshitted and cheated his way through that last test, that still didn't stop the sinking feeling he got in the pit of his stomach when he knew something was wrong.

He looked around the room as everyone once more stared at him like this morning, but he felt 3 pairs of eyes who looked at him knowingly. And those people would be none other than Hanta Sero, Eiji Kirishima and Mina Ashido.

Kaminari gave a cold look at Sero who also seemed to look like he was sweating in his seat as well, but Present Mic never said anything about him and started his lesson by screaming a song in English.

'That asshole isn't being called out but I am.? We both cheated on the same test using the same sheet yet Sero is the one who gets the clear? Jesus, I'm probably going to be chewed out by Present Mic which is way worse than Mr. Aizawa. Scratch that Mr. Aizawa is scarier than Mic but Mic is just so loud I think that makes up the difference between how annoying they are to be yelled at by.'

And so, by the time English class was coming to an end and lunch was near, Denki did not learn anything in that class as he spent it in his own inner monologue.

"And that's really the main difference between using singular and plural nouns listeners! See you all on Wednesday have a good lunch!" Present Mic concluded his lesson and gave Denki a lingering stare saying, 'don't start leaving yet.' Denki looked to all his friends as each left.

Mina gave him a quick nod and a wave before walking out.

Sero passed by snickering as he confirmed that he was in the clear and was safe.

And finally, Kirishima gave him a quick pat on the back before joining the rest of the gang outside the room.

And Bakugou, Denki didn't even see him leave but he assumed he just packed up and left as usual.

So now all that's left in the classroom was himself and Mic.

Denki slowly made his way up to Mics desk mustering up as much as a pleasant attitude as he could, while also praying his eardrums won't split if he gets too close to him. When arriving at the front of the classroom all he could peep out was, "What's up?"

'Woah that came out higher than expected.'

Present Mic propped his legs on his desk and crossed them before taking a deep breath. "Listen here listener,"

'How can I not listen if you're shouting constantly.'

"Do you know what being a true hero means?"

'Well I didn't expect that.'

"Yeah, it means risking your life to save other people right?" Kaminari wasn't exactly sure where this conversation was going but Present Mic sure got serious all of a sudden.

"I know what a pro hero does, but I am asking about a true hero here. Someone who does or takes actions that are heroic for others without the benefit from doing actions. Being a true hero means being honest," Present Mic consequently pulled out his recent English test and handed it back to Denki concluding, "and cheating is not honest."

'Oh so that's where he was going with that.' So Denki Kaminari took the test marked with a big '0' and took that as his queue to zone out. After years of practice he could say that he mastered the art of looking like he was paying attention, but really was somewhere else in his mind entirely. He wasn't sure if this was something to brag about though. Sometimes words slip in but if he focuses enough, he can totally tune them out and do something else. Like think about what he wants to do after this.

As Present Mic continued on about cheating and whatnot, Denki got more tired by the minute, wishing he was drowning himself in caffeine rather than Present Mic drowning him in words.

"So heroes aren't always the ones front and center taking care of the villians. Often these heroes are working behind the scenes and keeping society flowing. They are honest and handworkers who help their community."

Denki was now swaying from one foot to another getting even more bored with each passing second. Another thing about Present Mic which in his opinion makes him worse than Mr. Aizawa is that he doesn't get to the point immediately. Instead he makes elaborate discussions rather than just telling him what his punishment is like Mr. Aizawa.

"So for your punishment. Of course I will have you retake the test and we can set a date for that, but instead I have a better solution instead of suspending you for cheating. Because what does that teach you? Nothing! You know students can't learn much if..."

And Kaminari began to doze off waiting for Present Mic once more, to get to the point so he can eat. It probably would've been smarter to take his last Monster Energy before this class.

"...instead I'll have you working on your honesty through community service. I have a little group called 'Present Mic's Helping Hands' and it is full of students, like yourself, who also can improve upon their honesty or choose to help out instead of detention. I suppose you may have heard this on my radio show as I send out a line for people to call if they need help doing small services around the city." Present Mic beamed at his plan to Denki and even began to pull out a small binder that was sitting in the top drawer of his desk. Smiling even more, Present Mic beckoned Denki over as he went on about each of his services he did and photos that were taken.

Apparently that binder was just composed of photographs of Mic smiling with previous students who were all wearing matching and tacky bright yellow shirts. Some students smiled, while some looked like they wanted to leave at that very moment. There seemed to be a picture for every time they had a group of 2 or more to do a service project. Kaminari can't even guess how far back some of these pictures go.

"So I just have to do some community service for the rest of the week?"

"Right on listener! I'm so excited for you to help out and join our group along with another, though they've already tagged along once or twice before! I'm just going to have you two meet me at the front of the school at the end of the day! That is where I'll give our service assignment! Sounds good?" Present Mic concluded looking to see if there were any questions on the young teens face. With a simple nod to Kaminari's head, he sent him out to eat his lunch.

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As Kaminari approached the lunch table he saw that everyone was there waiting for him to ask what happened, and Kaminari explained it all. How he won't be able to play games for a whole week because he'll be stuck doing community services with some other person in Present Mics 'Helping Hands' group. He also brought out his last Monster Energy Drink which he has been saving for his lunch.

Sero snickered while finishing chewing his food, "Sucks to suck I guess." And at that Kaminari playfully jabbed him in the ribs making Sero slightly choke on his food. "What the hell dude? I thought we were going to at least get caught together but you get a freebie?" With that Sero only shrugged.

"Well at least you aren't suspended right? That could've been a lot worse. Like imagine if you got caught by Mr. Aizawa." Mina consoled while shuddering at the thought of Mr. Aizawas red eyes glaring into hers as he expelled her.

Kirishima decided to join in saying, "I think you should take this as a learning experience man." But before he could continue Kaminari cut him off saying, "You don't get to talk. I don't think you have ever had to cheat once in your life. And English comes easy to you for some reason. What did you do to get all smart?"

With that Kirishima shrugged his shoulders and turned to his friend, "I don't know being manly means being honest so cheating has never really been an option." Kaminari only stared at him with an annoyed face(because he knew he was right and probably won't try to cheat again) and went back to his complaining.

"This sucks. I really wanted to just take a nap when I got home. I hadn't planned on staying later so I didn't stack up on any energy drinks because the ones I'm having right now will last until the end of classes." He pointed to his empty Monster Energy drink before putting it upside down for emphasis.

As lunch was coming to an end more and more people began to get up and take care of their dishes and trash. The group followed suit and got up starting to walk to 5th period.

"You said that there's going to be one other person right? I don't know, just talk to them and try to get through it." Sero offered, trying to help his friend make the best of the situation he was stuck in.

Walking through the class door together Kaminari responded, "Yeah you're right, we'll see I guess."

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At the end of the day Kaminari changed out his shoes and made his way towards the front of the school where he noticed one other person standing and waiting where he was told to meet Mic.

'Probably the other person.'

Making his way towards them he started to get a clearer view on who would be joining him for the next week. And his first impression was not who he has been picturing at all. He thought this student would look like a total delinquent and fool around all the time but this person in front actually looked pretty put together. And also kind of hot.

"Hey I'm Denki Kaminari but you know you can call me Denki if you'd like." He flashed his best award winning smile waiting for his new partner for the week to respond. Denki began thinking maybe this won't be so bad after all.

"Hi I'm Y/N L/N and same you can call me Y/N I don't really care either way. Oh and I'm in class 1-B." You responded with a cherry smile. Denki didn't know a simple smile or laugh could make him feel warm and mushy inside. This was a foreign feeling.

"Oh for real? I'm in class 1-A." He said, but the sudden drop of your face meant that he needed to clarify. "I promise we're not like the rumors. At least not all of us." You knew what rumors he was talking about. A lot of class 1-B along with others from the student body tend to think that 1-A was just full of stuck up brats who think they are better than everyone else. And though Kaminari can think of a few students who fit into that rumor, he didn't think at least he was better than anyone else. It was quite obvious that he wasn't and the proof was that he was standing here with someone else who had cheated. Which brings up his next question.

"So did you get caught cheating too?" You shook your head quickly and let out a bit of a chuckle. Scratching the back of your neck as though you were embarrassed, you responded sheepishly,

"Well it's a bit of a long story,"

"Alright guys for one box of Pocky I'll do a backflip right off of Mics desk to my own seat." You exclaimed to your quiet class who were all patiently waiting for Present Mic to come. Everyone turned to you with eyes wide open.

Kendo was quick to shut this down. "Yeah, no you won't. I don't need you causing a scene. Besides Present Mic is going to be here any moment so we can just wait patiently. Save that for hero training." She advised. While her words were convincing, Tetsutetsu's were more after saying two simple words, "You're on."

Immediately getting up you could hear both the mixed interest and protests of your classmates as you began to make your way towards the front of the desk. With a quick peek out the front door and seeing nothing you quickly mounted on top of the desk and got situated.

"Y/N I'm serious you need to get down. Present Mic is going to come in and punish us all for your actions." You looked at Kendo questioningly. "Are we talking about the same teacher? 'Cause the Mic I know would cheer me on." She gave you a small glare in return preparing to get up from her own seat to stop you.

"Hey c'mon! Wouldn't it be cool if when I jumped, I landed in my seat the moment Mic gets here?" You chuckled along with a few others in the class at the thought of pretending nothing ever happened and that a student totally did not do a backflip off of his desk full of all his personal work, files, records, etc.

You raised your eyebrow and tried to figure out how to jump so you would land right in your seat. Kendo let out a tired sigh before continuing her protests. Ignoring her you finally got into position and ready to jump. The rest of the class, though excluding a few, were all watching intently, a few even chanting.

And so, taking your leap backwards, it would've been a perfect landing, if your shoelace hadn't got snagged between two drawers from when you were fixing your position. As you jumped back you pulled not only you, but Mics entire desk causing it to fall and contents to spill everywhere.

Thankfully Kendo dropped her hands giving up completely and got up to help you out along with others who went to see if you were all right. It sounded like you hit your head pretty hard. And right on cue Mic walked into the disaster of a room with his desk completely turned over. Records, papers, pens, files, clips, all of it was everywhere.

And it didn't take long to find the culprit behind this as they were lying on the classroom floor. No other words had to be said between you and Mic other than, "Did you bring your shirt?"

After hearing the story Denki was now laughing it up as you gave him pointed glares. You continued on saying, "The worst part was that I didn't even get any Pocky!"

Kaminari raised his eyebrows at you. "Well yeah obviously. You didn't stick the landing. Can you even do a flip?"

In return you gave him a mock-offended look, "Can you even do a flip? Of course I can do a flip asshole." But at that Kaminari shook his head laughing, "From that story I think it was clear that you can not do a flip."

Now at this comment, you took his words as a personal offence. "How dare you, first of all fuck you, and secondly watch this." As you took a stance and did a back flip right in front of Kaminari. As you landed you stretched your arms wide waiting for an applause which was shortly given by Kaminari. After that's when the two of you began to laugh.

In that very moment Kaminari can feel as though they've met this person before, he could've sworn he knows that laugh. It's so distinct, something he would never forget yet he can't place where he knows it in his mind.

Now it was your turn to question his own skills, "Can you even do a flip?" But before he could respond the two of you heard shouting from across the school yard near the busses.

"Listeners! Come meet me over here!" Present Mic shouted waving over for the two to come.

And the two did a quick jog over to where Present Mic had been waiting along with a small bus that Kaminari guessed was to drive you both to the service activity for the day.

"Sorry that took me a while, I had to dig out a new shirt for our new member of 'Present Mics Helping Hands!'" He shoved the shirt quickly to Kaminari. Kaminari knew the shirts were tacky and embarrassing from the photos, but the photos never showed the back. He couldn't believe he was going to need to wear this all week. While the front of the bright yellow shirt said, 'Present Mic's Helping Hands,' the back of the shirt had Mics face plastered all over the back as he was showing his hands.

"So what do you think? I designed them myself! Pretty sweet right? Feel free to wear it whenever you're outside school!" He quipped. The first thing Kaminari wanted to do was burn this shirt to the ground.

Present Mic then turned to you, "You have your shirt from last time?" And you gave him a thumbs up before pulling it out from your bag and showing it to the two. The same face was plastered on the back of his as well.

"Awesome! Now put them on over your uniforms and come in front of the bus to take a picture! It's tradition that every time we go out for a community service activity we take a picture to remember these fond memories!"

The two of you both put on your shirts and made your way to the front of the bus. Lining up the two of you stood right next to each other, though it looked a bit awkward considering the space between you two. So Mic went up and pushed you and Kaminari both close together before turning around to fit him in the selfie. Both of you brushed hands slightly as you felt a faint shock of electricity when touching him.

"Okay Listeners on three say, 'Present Mics Helping Hands,' okay?"

On three you both exclaimed 'Present Mics Helping Hands,' though it didn't sound as enthusiastic as Mics booming voice through his speakers. With a look at the photo he turned off his phone and shook Kaminari's hand.

"Welcome to the group and congratulations on being the third member to join this school year!" Kaminari shook his hand back weakly and turned to you. "I didn't know there was another member." he commented.

As the two of you both climbed the bus preparing to leave you answered his comment saying, "Yeah, we were actually the first members to join this year. It was a guy from class 3-A and I remember being so surprised that this guy had been "recruited" into the helping hands. I mean he was just so quiet and shy too. Honestly the conversations were pretty one sided so it's nice having someone to talk to for this week."

Kaminari let out a small oh as their journey to the service activity continued. Mic was upfront driving the bus signing some English song and next to him was Y/N who was currently on her phone playing a game.

Taking a closer look the game turned out to be none other than Minecraft.

"No way you play Minecraft?" He asked as Y/N turned to look at him.

"Oh yeah! I haven't played in such a long time though, but only recently I've started to play again because my little brother got really into it. But I used to play a lot when I was younger."

Kaminari felt a twinge and that feeling like he knew who this person was before even meeting them happened again. But still he couldn't place the feeling to exactly where he knew them.

"Same! I was obsessed when I was younger and would always log on. Hold up I'm going to pull up right now and I'll add you on my phone now and then later sometime we can play." Kaminari whipped out his phone and opened the app he hadn't touched in such a long time.

"Sounds good, I usually play on my PC anyways." You replied going back to building your home on the game.

Once Kaminari had loaded the game he asked you, "Okay what's your username?"

You paused for a moment before going to scratch the back of your neck. "Promise not to make fun, I made it when I was super young and I've been a bit lazy to change it..." Kaminari stared at you, prompting you to go on.

"It's 'green_penguin.lover33.'" You turned away embarrassedly.

Kaminari stopped immediately when he heard that name. It finally clicked. From the time he first heard them speak to the time they had first laughed there was no mistaking it. He finally knows where he remembers you from!

"No way, you're 'green_penguin.lover33?' I'm 'sparkguy8!' Holy shit I thought I knew you from somewhere."

"Oh my god." You exclaimed. You knew that name the very second it was spoken. That is because 'sparkguy8' was none other than your very first and only, Minecraft boyfriend.

This was insane. It's not everyday you meet your first Minecraft boyfriend in person especially after such a long time. Kaminari was the first to start talking after the reveal.

"Where on earth did you go? When you stopped showing up I was so lonely. I thought we had broken up! I still remember your last words which were, 'see you soon.' What the hell happened?" Kaminari was literally bouncing in his seat like a puppy after seeing its owner come home from work that day.

"Oh that's actually easy to explain." You told him how when you moved your console got lost and by the time you had gotten a new one you were already done playing Minecraft and instead you played other games and just over time forgot about it all. It was just only until recently when your little brother had gotten a gaming console he got Minecraft and has been bugging you about playing together.

After taking in all this information, Kaminari feels as though his life is finally complete. Not only did his Minecraft partner go to his school, they were actually a really cool person and fun to be around, and not only that but they were really attractive as well. For once he could actually thank Present Mic for this.

"I hope you know that as soon as we get home we are playing right?" He said determinedly.

"Of course," you replied. Shaking your head in confirmation as the two of you rode the bus to the service activity. You felt closer to Kaminari then you have ever been with another person before.

Apparently cleanup from this morning's villain fight is taking longer than expected and Mic had received a call from his help line. Time couldn't have flown any faster as the two of you picked up rubble and trash from the part of the city that had been destroyed. Whether it was talking about older memories of playing, music, newer games, food, all of it.

In the moment when you two were parting ways, and you watched as Kaminari walked off towards the sunset, you were positive that attempting to do a backflip off of your teacher's Present Mics desk was the best decision you've made in your life.

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well hopefully that wasn't too awful to read haha.

i finally got the motivation to write and i’m going to start pumping out a bunch of these denki x reader one shots so stay tuned!

i hope you all stay healthy and safe, love you <3

-sinjinlover1

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Do I Wanna Know?

Pairing: Jensen x latina!reader

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 1,988

A/N: This was written for @anaelsbrunette​ Yas’s POC Reader Challenge. This was based on the song Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys. I’ve never written POC reader before so hope you like it. ;)

“Everybody welcome Jensen Ackles to the stage!” The applause and cheering were so loud you winced. Jensen Ackles stood on the stage looking as if he owned it with a leather jacket and some dark jeans. You couldn’t lie he was good looking, but good looking boys were the ones that always knew how to break your heart in the worst ways.

You sighed once again wondering why you had agreed to come to work again. The place was small but packed. Apparently, it was some sort of VIP event and only those with enough money could pay to attend. But not you. You weren’t here to enjoy some guy in a leather jacket and guitar sing you were here to work at the bar and that was it.

People coming and going ordering a million different drinks was slowly driving you insane. You hoped this would be over soon. Someone like Jensen Ackles was probably busy and didn’t even have a moment to breathe.  

Song after song you handed out drinks and refrained from lashing out at the rude people. You needed the job.

“Thanks, everybody for coming out tonight, said Jensen. “I’ll be playing one last song tonight.” 

“Oh, gracias a Dios,” you breathed out a sigh of relief and your friend smirked over at you. 

“Have you got color in your cheeks?

Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type

That sticks around like summat in your teeth?

Are there some aces up your sleeve?

Have you no idea that you're in deep?

I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week

How many secrets can you keep?

'Cause there's this tune I found

That makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat

Until I fall asleep, spillin' drinks on my settee…”

The women were going wild and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He was just a human, a human with an incredible voice and an equally attractive body. Sure you enjoyed music, but you knew this type of celebrities, they thought they were like gods.  

By the time the song was over, you were ready to go home and sleep preferably forever. The crowd started to diminish and you began cleaning up. 

“Oh my god! Did you see Jensen Ackles he was so hot,” your friend was basically jumping up and down. You were waiting for that comment all night and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Cristina you fall in love with basically everybody.”

“I do not,” she gasped.

“What about that boy at the coffee shop yesterday? Or that guy that opened that door for you at the supermarket? Or that girl-”

“Ok ok fine I get it,” she held her hands up in surrender. “But you can’t deny it.”

“Cristina, there is nothing special about him. Sure he can sing, ¿y que? So what? I know about a dozen other people who can do that.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” said a voice behind you and you turned only to find Jensen Ackles sitting at the bar. “But uh can I get a whiskey?” 

You cleared your throat your face burning. “Uh yeah.” turning to grab a bottle you glared at your friend. “¿Cuánto tiempo ha estado allí?” 

“Since you started talking,” she whispered.

You turned around placing a coaster and glass in front of Jensen Ackles. You tried not to look at him as you poured whiskey into his glass but you felt his gaze on you. Some guys came by saying goodbye to Jensen and making plans for the week. Not that you were eavesdropping but they were right there. 

“It’s close to midnight and my sister is coming to pick me up, you need a ride?”

“No it’s fine I’ll be closing anyway. I’ll get a cab.” She nodded before hugging you and grabbing her things. 

You realized Jensen was still at the bar and you hoped he would leave already so you could go home. He stood placing some money at the bar before leaving. Ten minutes later you were making your way outside.

“Hey,” you turned. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” Jensen was standing there with his hands raised as if you would’ve tried to hit him. And you would have.

“Well, you did.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you said that.”

“I thought you might need a ride.”

“I don’t.”

“Look it’s almost midnight-”

“I am not  sleeping with you.”

“What- no I am not-”

“Listen, pretty boy, I don’t need a ride from you. And I am not going to your place,” you slung your bag over your shoulder before turning around. 

“No, wait. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just offering a ride. Nothing else.”

“Why?”

“Because walking through the city in the middle of the night is dangerous.”

“And getting into some stranger’s car is not?” He looked down, one side of his mouth turning up. 

“Touche.”

You sighed knowing that you couldn’t deny his offer. “Ok fine.”

His head snapped up, “Wait really?”

“Just warning you, I will punch you if you try anything.” 

You gave him your address once in the car and waited for some comment about the area you lived in, but it never came. Surely someone like him had a nice house or apartment in the nicer part of the city. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you said.

“So there is nothing special about me?”

You winced, “You heard that?”

He chuckled, “I did.”

“Listen I’m sorry-”

“No no, I think that is a very fair opinion. But, I think you can make it up with a dinner.”

You opened your mouth then closed it not sure what to answer. He was asking you out?

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to I was just-”

“I uh I need to go,” he nodded and you got out of the car. Making your way to your door. You heard his car leave once you were inside. 

“He asked you out!” You and Cristina had a free period a decided to catch up on some homework outside. 

“Cristina stopped screaming. Yes, I already told you like a hundred times.”

“And you said no,” you stared at her. “Okay fine, fine.”

“And technically I didn’t answer.” 

“But it was Jensen Ackles!”

“Yeah, that’s why.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s on his way to becoming some great musician. And I’m a bartender still in school. And still living with my mom. Nada va a suceder. It’s going to be a good date and then that’s it. On to the next thing he knows he can get.”

“Y/N,” she pointed behind you, and standing right there was Jensen Ackles. “I uh gotta go back to class,” she grabbed her things before taking off. Great.

“You uh left this in my car yesterday,” standing up you took your jacket from him.

“Thanks. How did you know I was here?”

“I asked around in the bar.”

“Right.”

No one said anything before you both started talking at the same time. 

“I also didn’t get your name last night.”

“How long have you been there.”

You glanced away, “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N” 

“Jensen.”

“I know.”

He cleared his throat, “Right.”

“Listen I didn’t mean to be rude with what I just said.”

“Most people want to be with me for the money and fame. I don’t care about any of that.”

“I’m not most people,” you said. “I also don’t care to have my heart broken.”

“One date. One chance. Just- let me show you I’m sincere.” 

“Why? You can literally have anybody you want.”

“But I don’t want anybody. I just- there is something about you that I can’t figure out about you and it’s driving me insane.”

“One chance,” you said.

You were nervous and you weren’t even on the date yet. Cristina had come over to try and calm you down but you were having second thoughts about saying yes. 

“Y/N, mirame, hey look at me. If things go sideways you call me and I’ll pick you up.”

You nodded the knot in your stomach twisting tighter. The doorbell rang and you took a deep breath. Jensen was standing there in a flannel and some jeans and you couldn’t deny he looked good.

“Uh te-te ves hermosa,” he stuttered.

You smiled, “How long did it take you to learn that?”

He looked down rubbing the back of his neck. “All afternoon?”

It was late by the time you came back home, your stomach hurting from laughing too much.

“Gracias, thank you, for the date,” you smiled up at him. He was so close that you could smell his cologne. 

“It was my pleasure.”

“I uh- I better go.”

He cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’ll text you.”

It went like that for a week, Jensen showing up and taking you some place, nothing fancy or expensive but somewhere you could be together. Sometimes he would take you to one of his concerts and even though you teased him about it you enjoyed being there. Everything was good maybe just too good and of course it had to end. 

Coming late home from the bar one night all you wanted to do was sleep, your mom was in the kitchen, phone in hand.

“Hey what’s going on?”

“It’s your abuela, está enferma.”

“She’s sick? Is she going to get better?”

Your mom shook her head, “We have to go back to Mexico.”

Two days later you found yourself packing your bags. You had given your notice at school and at the bar. Cristina had come to say goodbye and it hurt to leave her. You were putting your bags in the car when a familiar car pulled up. Jensen stepping out with a frown on his face. 

“Hey what’s going on?”

“My grandma is sick and we have to go back home. Back to Mexico”

“For how long?”

“No lo sé. Couple of days? Maybe weeks?”

“And you weren’t going to tell me?” He sounded incredulous and you wished this conversation had happened when you were miles away and not be able to see the hurt on his face. 

“Jensen-”

“Y/N you were going to leave for who knows how long and not tell me?”

“I was going to tell you.”

“When? When you were miles away?” He nodded, running a hand down his face. “No, you can’t do that just because you’re scared.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re scared Y/N! You’re scared about this, about what we have!”

“Jensen this was never going to last! This was nice, but we both know you weren’t going to end up with somebody like me and I am not going to end up with somebody like you. Lo siento. I have to go,” you turned getting in the car, trying not to look back. The better he accepted the truth the better it would be for you. By the time you were back in Mexico he would probably already have found somebody else. 

Jensen stood there not knowing what to say or do. She was leaving. She was leaving him. But she felt something for him. He hadn’t just imagined the past week. And it wasn’t just some simple crush that he felt, this went way deeper than that and he had to find out if she felt that same way for him. He saw your friend come out of the house by the time your car was pulling away.

“Cristina it’s Cristina right? Do you know where in Mexico Y/N is staying?” she nodded and he knew what he had to do because she had caught his eye in that bar even before he had ordered that drink. He couldn’t let her go. He had to know, even if the answer wasn’t what he wished for it to be, he had to know. 

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[ughgclden]

bee, love, i am so happy you had a good first day, you deserve calm and loving days, and you deserve people, deserve friends. i’m so happy for you.

as for apologising, i’m a terrible hypocrite every time i tell you not to worry about it, as i also apologise for anything, most notably existing, but i want you to know you don’t have to apologise to me, i understand the impulse but there’s no obligation or anything.

i’m glad you’re feeling better, and that it was just a little ick, well not glad that you were ick but glad it wasn’t too bad.

when it comes to being in welton, i fantasise a lot about these things, i think something especially about boarding schools is appealing to me. being away. that’s why my plans are new york or wales or if my friend is to be believed, quebec. sometimes though, those realities all feel more and more like tissue paper soaked in water, just waiting for a reason to fall apart

i read really quickly, it’s probably an issue, i read red white and royal blue in about an hour and fifteen minutes. neil and i. kindred spirits. today at lunch i watched the last thirty minutes of dead poets society, going back to rewatch “i was good, i was really good.” like ten times.

imposter syndrome is slowly getting the better of me.

i actually dressed up as leia for the midnight premiere of the force awakens. i’m that person. if i’d been with you in the cinema i would have cried too, you’re not alone there, i cried watching it on the floor.

i don’t deserve the nice words you give me, but i’m happy i make you feel comfy and cosy, and ironically enough, writing with a quill or fountain pen never ends in pristine and unsmudged ink, you can thank my being left handed for that. i think there’s something nice about writing with fancy pens, maybe that makes me seem pretentious as well. oh well.

as for dps tattoos, if i can ever get any tattoos, i want the neil crown, “i was good, i was really good.” somewhere, probably my wrist who knows, and some art that alludes to the first unmanned flying desk set. among others. the “and still we sleep” thought, and the outline of meeks and pitts both sound so lovely. so so lovely. i really hope you can get every tattoo you wish. although your bank account may hate me for saying so /j i want more piercings, mainly on my ears, i have something of an earring addiction, my favourite pair at the moment is probably my howl drop earrings that look like howls from howls moving castle.

honestly the outfit/hair colour distraction rule is dumb. it’s dumb. i just don’t get it. abuse of power ig. and yeah. we were like hugging and sorta just leaning on each other while talking and the administrator got angry, for whatever reason. the straight couple making out behind us, she didn’t seem to mind, however. it’s dumb, and im glad i don’t go there anymore.

im clearly very articulate today (sarcasm) my mind is ehhhhhhhhhhh and feels like a squirrel laying on its stomach.

maybe i will call you ramona flowers, bee /j did you know the original name for pac man was puck man… /j hiding in the back of the music room to avoid a maths test sounds like something i would do. i say this, knowing full well that i’m such a neil kinnie that i end up feeling like a teachers pet because i want to do well, both for myself and simply to avoid trouble with my mum.

a new york times best seller, huh? well if i ever publish anything i’ll dedicate it to you, both for being the only person who thought i could be a storyteller, but also for being a lovely person in general.

sometimes one day after another feels impossible. tomorrow feels impossible. but oh well. i think younger me would be disappointed, to some degree. on the other hand, i think they’d think it’s cool how much i know. if nothing else, they’d love that i have a typewriter. also, i’m sure young you would be proud of you, i am. i’m so proud of you.

i mean bee, i could teach you to shoot a bow /hj YOU CAN WIELD A SWORD????? here i was thinking you could not possibly get cooler or hotter omg i’m in love /hj

thank you for being proud of me, really bee, thank you. and thank you for being the only one. i’m hardly changing the world, but i guess if i don’t burn out and lose this fight, changing a few points of views in the process of growing wouldn’t be terrible.

p.s. it’s certainly something, i feel bad because i always pull away from people when i get numb and it’s so new that me doing that could be detrimental to everything, but me forcing myself not to could have a bad effect on me. who knows what’ll happen. i’m just gonna try and keep them happy no matter what.

p. p. s. bee you brought this upon yourself /lh

all my love, bee, and that pun was the out of this world part of that sentence. you’re so cute omg.

that quote is beautiful, and since i, once again, had to translate french and smile about it, i’ll leave you with this

no importa que nos separe la distancia, siempre habrá un mismo cielo que nos una.

p.p.p.s. thank you for saying what you do, and i know that i don’t owe you anything, but writing to you is easy, and makes me happy, when i manage to get myself to sit down and think about it. i’m sending you back hugs, gentle forehead kisses and mugs of tea, a soft blanket and a narnia movie marathon, where we argue about how i am definitely not better than susan pevensie, but you almost certainly might be.

i’m so happy uni is going well thus far, love. and i hope you love your classes. learning.

thank you for everything bee.

yours, always,

star✨

star sweetheart, thank you so so much, honestly. i can't tell you how much that means - i know you said not to apologise, but an apology seems in order for the lateness of this message- im terrible i know /lh thank you sm though.

i'm writing this whilst listening to one of my favourite albums (hypersonic missiles by sam fender, if you were curious) and curled up in bed, so this really adds to the comforting vibes.

i'm with you on that, boarding schools do have a certain something about them, don't they? i hope you can get to one or all of these places in your life - i can speak from experience wales is especially beautiful, but i can really see you in new york, too. wherever you end up star, i truly hope you're happy there.

an hour and fifteen mins?!!? the fastest i've read something was a clockwork orange in two and a half hours or so- you are so strong star, i've watched that film 20+ times and only watched the last half an hour maybe 4 /lh

that is SO CUTE oh my god- i will admit, for it chapter two i did channel my inner bill denbrough and wore some flannel (i luv that limbo <3)

you deserve all of these words and more, i promise you. you deserve something a lot less clumsy, but i offer you my best. left handed.. you rly are neil huh? /j

all of those ideas; absolutely lovely. the i was good tattoo breaks my heart in the best way possible. im hoping you get all of these tattoos, love. you'd suit them more than anyone, i'm sure. those earrings sound like the coolest fucking things ever? i did have a pair that had a little vodka bottle on, but i lost one in a club and haven't gotten round to replacing them. i definitely want more piercings too,, my conch is looking pretty bare as of late...

that is just. so disgusting? im so- god that makes me so angry i can't even explain. i think i should punch all homophobes straight in the mouth, actually /hj

love, i bet younger you would be so so proud of all you've achieved. from only what you've told me, i am. they'd be over the moon at how intellectual, kind and strong you are, i know it.

I CAN!!! ITS ONE OF MY MOST ESTEEMED TALENTS!!! lets make a deal. you teach me to shoot a bow, i teach you to wield a sword.. we're giving very narnia power couple if i may say.. /hj

i will always be proud of you star, for even the smallest of things you achieve. you're actively making a difference and a change, take bringing this positivity into my life for example. you've got this, star. i know you have.

ps; im wishing you all the best my love, seriously. take every day as it comes, and listen to your mind and wellbeing. im sending you so much love

pps; that quote. is so fucking cute. god im breaking down,, its so pretty and so DHJHFJKNFKKN yeah.

this is me, making you a cup of coffee and your favourite comfort meal, with a kiss on the top of the head. we will have this argument - as much as i love susan, she's no match for you <33

all of my love and happiness, star. you truly are one of a kind.

if i may, i'd like to leave you with an excerpt from a poem i saw earlier that i fell in love with;

"and you laugh. / loudly- / head tipping back. / and while your eyes / are on the ceiling, / i am mouthing / something too heavy even / for this steady night to shoulder. / "this is not a joke." i mouth. / "love me. love me." - letters from medea, salma deera

#asks <3 #anon asks! #star anon #long post

[liliseestheworld]

Bus seat warmer-Han Jisung

summary: drunk and cold after a night out, you just wanted some warmth. what happens when that warmth has to get off at the next stop though?

Ok it’s my first writing so any constructive criticism is welcomed. Also, english is not my first language so pardon my mistakes pls.

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Whoever decided that plastic bus seats shouldn’t have pillows should have a word or two with you. You just sat down, hoping for a warm and quiet 50 minutes ride back to your flat. Instead, you were in for 50 minutes of butt freezing. Great! You knew that going out for drinks with your friends was a bad idea. But the thought of your best friend getting mad at you+ the opportunity to dance, have a lot of vodka and meet cute guys made you say yes.

 You chose a pretty popular club that your friend was a regular at. It was pretty far from home, however the drinks were really cheap so you could still save some up for rent.

  The night started just fine, drank a shot, then two, danced a little bit, then drank some more; laughing with your friends and being besties with people you just met.

  By midnight, you started getting hot and mentally high-fived yourself for your choice of clothing: ripped black skinny jeans, brown crop top with a cute print and a tiny black denim jacket. As you continued to dance, you got pretty tired and, by the time the morning came and the club doors were closing, you were sitting by the sidewalk to finish your last drink. After all, you paid for it.

 When you were done, you said goodbye to your friends and began walking towards the bus stop. One of them offered to drive you home but you refused. It was 5 something in the am so the first bus was bound to arrive soon. No need for them to take a detour to drop you off. Actually long bus rides were one of the few activities you actually enjoyed. Especially in really late or really early hours. It was just something abouth watching the city from afar; you were a part of those wandering around in the silent streets, but at the same time, you were not. You were only observing.

 As the drunkness began to fade away, you realized you were shaking. You sat down on the bench and waited patiently while hugging yourself to keep the heat from escaping your body. As you were fighting sleep the bus arrived and you got on quickly, imagining you’d be better once you’re inside it. Your dreams of a cozy ride were immediately crushed once you sat down in the cold seat.

 And here you were now, cursing your government with your still dizzy mind. Thinking about TOP’s song ‘Tear in my heart’ which had these exact lyrics, you softly began humming the song. The seat was still really cold even after 10 minutes into the ride so you lost hope for your precious comfortable ride home.

 You rested your head against the window and gazed out at the still world. The streets were pretty empty but it was expected as the Sun was just starting to come out. Every once in a while, when the bus passed by small buildings, you had to squint your eyes, because the morning sunshine was too strong and you struggled to keep them open. You probably looked funny to those who could saw you from outside, but most of those who were out now were not paying attention to their surroundings. The young girl who was out running only looked ahead of her, the old man who was walking around was focused on the plants and trees growing on his path, the old lady who was walking her dog was preocupied with her phone and the students gathered around the coffee shop were busy talking with eachother. There were only 2 people who made eye contact with you from outside the bus: a little girl who was walking to school with her mom, who probably thought that you were making weird faces at her and stuck out her tongue at you in response and a man in his late 40s who didn’t pay you any other attention than the brief eye contact that you held.

 Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly realized that you weren’t cold anymore when the bus opened its doors to a random stop. At least, your right thigh wasn’t cold. You focused your eyes on the window again but this time you looked at the interior of the bus, seeing a young boy settled on the seat next to yours. When did he get on?

 You subtly checked your phone to see the time. Yup, 40 more minutes to go. You relaxed in your seat, thankful for the little warmth his thigh provided pressed up against yours and sneakily studied your bus neighbor. He was a boy around your age. He wore a simple black hoodie and a cute orange beanie, covering his dyed dark blue bangs. Interesting color combination. His profile was one of the prettiest you had ever seen in your life. It was no secret for you that your side profile view was not a pleasant one for many people. You subconsciously turned your head more towards the window, so that your face was entirely hidden. His face was a work of art. Was it possible that you fell asleep and now you were dreaming of a painting come alive? That’s how you felt. The early morning lights were making his sking almost glow, bringing the ‘sun-kissed skin’ saying to life. His eyes were the color of pure honey, but then again, they could be a darker shade. In the light of the new day they appeared to look like gold. He seemed so warm, you almost imagined curling yourself in a tiny ball and settle in his arms. You were clearly still drunk.

 Although your first impression of him was that you were seated next to the God of Sun itself, you started noticing small details that reminded you that he was just another boy. His eyes had dark bags under them and looked exhausted. He was staring into nothing while silently moving his head to whatever music he was listening to. His hands were around his earphones’ cable, playing with it absent-mindedly. Most of his nails were bitten almost to blood, the others just really short. He had a few rings, most which appeard to be silver. One of them though made his perfect skin around it turn a green-ish color. Still, you wanted his hands to gently hold yours.

 As you were daydreaming about why was he here at this time of the day, you suddenly felt a shiver starting from you thigh and spreading through your whole body. Coming back to reality you realised that he got up, removing one of his earphones and was heading to the bus doors. Without realising, only thinking that the whole world’s warmth will be gone with him, you found yourself stopping him.

 -Wait, don’t go.

 He stopped and turned around confused, most likely thinking that he was hearing things. Did he know you? Were you one of his fans? Maybe you were talking to yourself. But no, he looked into your eyes, eyes just as confused as his were. He walked back to his previous seat but didn’t sit down, just rested his weight on the bar that he was holding onto.

 -Were you talking to me?

 Now was your turn to be taken aback. Why did he come back? After your sudden outburst you expected him to ignore you, or worst case scenario laught at you before getting off the bus. What was he thinking?

 -Umm, me? you pointed at yourself in a dumb way.

 -Yeah, sweetie. Who else? If you haven’t noticed the bus is kinda empty except for us. Well, it was supposed to be just you here now but for some reason you decided you want me to stay.

 He laughed shortly, clearly amused at your flustered state. One thing’s for sure, he definitly had the arrogance of a Sun God. You rolled your eyes and tried to get your cheeks to cool down. Shouldn’t be too hard, considering that your source of warmth for most of the ride wasn’t next to you anymore.

 -I wasn’t asking you to stay. I just…

 And then your voice was too quiet to be heard, making the boy lean in to hear you better.

 -Come again? You have to speak up if you want me to hear you.

 -I said, I was just cold.

 -’Just cold’? What does that have to do with me?

 -Ok, listen up, pretty boy. I’m drunk and cold and I was walking home thinking how I’ll warm up once I get on the bus, but these seats are fucking cold and my butt was frozen and I was tired and you sat down next to me, by the way there were a lot of seats available, so you started it but you were warm and I wasn’t shaking anymore so I panicked when you got up and called for you and I didn’t expect you to actually hear me but then you come back all cocky and start asking me ques-

 -Ok, sorry for interupting your rambling but I pretty much know the rest of the story.

 He watched you for a few more seconds and then sat back down next to you. Never breaking eye contact he disconnected his earphones and opened his backpack, putting them inside. He only broke down his stare when whatever he was trying to get out got stuck. He easily managed to take it out and he handed it to you. What was it? A black simple hoodie, just like the one that he was wearing now. You took it without a second thought and put it on, happy with the fact that you weren’t cold anymore.

 - I’m warning you that it may smell like a dead rat, but I can’t guarantee that the one tham I’m wearing is any better. Still better than nothing though.

 He looked embarrassed, his full round cheeks being as pink as the sky behind the window. Cute.

 You didn’t say anything, but inhaled subtly. The hoodie didn’t smell bad at all. It smelled like old cologne and a something else which you guessed was his own smell. Ok, you could smell a little bit of sweat, but it was barely there and, afterall, it might have as well come from you with all the dancing you did back at the club. You made sure to tell him that it was ok and thank him. Would it be weird to ask for his name now?

 -So, what’s your name sweetie? Looks like he beat you to it.

 - Y/N. What’s yours?

 -You don’t know me?

 -Umm, was I supposed to? You’re even weirder than I am.

 -No, just. I’m part of a rap trio. 3Racha. We’re pretty popular on soundcloud and spotify. I thought that you knew me from there and wanted an autograph or something.

 -That’s so cool, you guys are on spotify? Show me.

 And that’s how you spent the rest of your ride, listening to him and his friends rapping. You had to give it to them, they were good. Really good. After adding all of their songs to your playlist you realized that you were only 2 stops away from home. And he was still there next to you, even though he was supposed to get off long time ago.And then you realised he still hasn’t introduced himself.

 -Hey, we’re nearing the last stop. And you still haven’t told me your name, J.One. I don’t think that’s how your mama named you, isn’t it?

 He laughed with his whole body after hearing your question. Damn him, even his laugh was beautiful. With his heart -shaped lips and shiny eyes, with his sweet voice filling the empty bus. Is this how falling in love with a stranger feels like?

 -Of course that’s not it. My name’s Jisung.But you can call me anything you’d like.

 Getting off the bus, you and Jisung stared at eachother. What now? Were you supposed to walk him to the bus stop on the other side? It’s your fault he missed it. But you also wantem him to walk you home. You liked talking to him. You didn’t want it to end, even though the day was just starting.

 -Are you gonna keep staring at me or will you let me walk you home, sweetie? I’m getting cold too now.

 -Oh, right. I’m sorry you missed your stop.

 -It’s okay. It wasn’t actually my stop. Usually, when I’m going home from the studio I get off 2 stops early to walk and clear my mind. So I could have gotten off if I wanted to. But I didn’t.

 You didn’t say anything, instead started walking towards your flat. You didn’t know what you were supposed to say. ‘Thanks’? No way. So you opted for silence.

 The wind was a little bit chilly, but definetly warmer than a few hours ago. It almost felt good to feel it pass by you, making your hair go in all different directions. You adjusted the hoodie and put your twiching hands in your pockets. You suddenly remembered thinking about holding Jisung’s hands. The thought made your cheeks red again, and you snuggled further into the hoodie, almost being swallowed by it.

You thought of breaking the silence, that was a normal thing to do. But then again, it was comfortable. Jisung didn’t seem to be bothered by it and you actually enjoyed it. There were not many people you could be quiet with and he was one of them. Words were not necessary. They would be carried away by the wind anyway.

 You reached your building and faced him again. You two just stayed like that, staring at eachother for a few minutes.

 -Give me your phone, y/n.

 -Is this the part where you steal it and run away?

 -No, it’s the part where I take it and save my number in it.

 And that he did, saving himself as ‘Bus seat warmer’ in your phone. Very funny. He gave you your phone back, said goodbye and turned away to leave. But before that, he turned around and winked at you.

 -And afterall, I already stole something. Your heart belongs to me now. And trust me when I say, I wouldn’t even dream of running away.

 With that he finally left, leaving you to contemplate how soon you should call him. You entered your apartment and pressed call. Jisung immediately answered.

 -Miss me already, sweetie?

#stray kids #skz oneshots #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz writing #han jisung #j.one #fluff

[hellas-himself]

Crack Ship Holidays- Interlude

Rhysand’s Birthday

It’s our favorite High Lord’s birthday *heart eyes forever* This bit is in his POV because why not. I’m feeling a tad better so hopefully I’ll have the nessian fic up later on. I wasn’t happy with what I’d written and I don’t want to put out something if I don’t feel good about it. ANYWAY. 

Happy Thursday/Happy Rhysand day everyone ;)

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“You know, I was only kidding about wanting breakfast in bed,” I say as Lucien approaches the bed with a tray. He sets it over my lap and leans in to kiss me.

“Happy birthday,” he says to me and I smile.

“Thank you, Luce.”

“We have a busy day as it is. The last thing we need is you getting grumpy after we spend more than an hour at the DMV.”

I groan. “Don’t remind me.”

He chuckles.

“Well, eat up. The sooner we get that nonsense out of the way, the sooner we can do something fun.”

“More fun than how you woke me up?” I ask with a grin and he rolls his eyes. 

“Rhys, you’re insufferable.”

“Hm… But you love it.”

“Maybe.” He sighs and sits down beside me. I offer him some of the food but he declines with a shake of his head. “I ate already. Enjoy it, love.”

After breakfast, Lucien joins me for a shower and we leave the house later than intended. The DMV is busy as always and I reply to all the well wishes and spend twenty minutes talking to my mother until my name is called.

“So,” I say as we finally leave the damned place, “Where to now?”

“You’ll see,” he replies with a smirk.

Lucien takes me shopping at the mall and we leave with new clothes and shoes.

“Are we going where I think we’re going?” I ask as I notice the street that we’re on.

“Do you want to go where you think we’re going?”

“Lucien, is that truly a question you have to ask?”

He laughs and turns the corner. Lucien usually leaves the bookstore for last on my birthday, but I don’t mind the change. It means I can be here longer.

“Would you mind if I grabbed a coffee, love?” Lucien asks as we walk into the store.

“Not at all. Besides, there’s a cup I had my eye on. I want to get one for Feyre and I to match.”

Lucien chuckles. “I expected nothing less.”

Once we’re properly caffeinated, I lead Lucien around the store. We spend the most time by the science fiction and fantasy, and after I grab four books, I decide to find myself a basket before we step into the young adult section. Then, like every year, Lucien and I pick one of the books and find a corner to read the first chapter together. It is something we have done since high school, at first to make sure we would like it but then because it gave us more time to be together.

“You’re staring,” Lucien says playfully and I smile.

“It cannot be helped. You’ve seen yourself in the mirror, you are divine.”

Lucien rolls his eyes but I notice the way he blushes. I reach over and brush my fingers over the scar on his face before I lean in and kiss his cheek.

“I love you,” I say softly and Lucien turns away from the book and smiles.

“I love you, too.”

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“My love, I’ve made plans for dinner tonight. Feyre will meet us there,” Lucien says as we leave the craft store. I’m carrying bolts of fabric while Lucien has the bag with my new sketch book and pencils. He reaches into his pocket for the keys to the car and opens the trunk. It looks like we’ve gone Christmas shopping.

“Are you going to tell me where?”

“Of course not.”

“Formal? Casual? Nude?” I wriggle my eyebrows and he rolls his eyes.

“I was thinking of wearing that midnight blue button up shirt you like so much,” he says as he makes room in the trunk for the rest of the bags.

“With the grey pants?”

“I refuse to wear grey pants around Feyre. Or you, for that matter. You’re both utterly perverted.”

“She’ll be too busy staring at Cassian’s… ass.”

“You’re sick.”

“I’ll remember that later,” I quip and lay the bolts down flat in the trunk before I close it.

At the house, Lucien brings the books to his office upstairs where our bookshelves are. Across the hall, I bring the fabric and sketchbooks to the craft room. There is an unfinished bodice on the dress form that will eventually be a gown for Mor.

“You should wear this and roll up the sleeves,” Lucien says and I turn to find him holding up the long-sleeved black button up shirt we’d just purchased this morning. “Maybe with some chinos or something.”

“Plan on staring at my ass all night?”

“Perhaps,” Lucien responds with a grin.

“What incredible incentive,” I say and walk over to him. I take the shirt from his hands and give him a kiss.

*

“We’ve never been here before,” I note as Lucien parks the car.

“Precisely.”

“Feeling adventurous, are we?”

“Rhysand, every day is an adventure with you.”

“Do I push you out of your comfort zone?” I tease and he flicks my nose before we both get out of the car.

“You’ve kept me out of my comfort since the day I met you.”

I laugh and reach for his hand. The smile on his face betrays his attempt at sounding serious. I tease him the entire way into the restaurant but when he gives his name, the host guides us in the complete opposite direction of the tables.

“Plan on checking off something from our list?” I whisper in his ear and Lucien laughs but doesn’t answer my question. I almost take it seriously until we come to a stop before a set of double doors and the host turns to face us.

“Happy birthday,” he says and gives me a smile before opening the door.

“Surprise!”

“Holy shit,” I say and hope no one noticed how startled I am. Everyone is here- even my parents. Even Lucien’s parents and-

“Elyse?”

My sister pries herself from Morrigan’s hold to run over to me.

“Happy birthday, Rhysie,” she says with a laugh and throws her arms around my neck.

“How are you here?”

“You know I couldn’t miss the big three-o. Plus, I’m on break.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I hug her tight and she laughs.

“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise. Duh.”

Elyse fixes her blue-eyed gaze on Lucien.

“Hello, foxy boy.”

My sister steals my boyfriend away as the others come to say hello. Amren and Varian usher me over to the table where Elain stands- There is lembas bread in a wicker basket and an array of fruits and fingers food that look eerily similar to the food in the movies. The cake looks like Bag End. It’s Bilbo’s house at the top of three layers of cake made to look like Hobbiton.

“The only thing I forgot was the ring but-” I hug Elain tight.

“I can’t believe you!”

“Thank Feyre, too,” she says when we pull away. “She drew it all up for me.”

I look around and find her with Lucien, the two are holding hands. Elyse is on Cassian’s back, ordering him to bring her to the dessert table.

“Babe!” I shout and Lucien and Feyre both look my way. “Look at this!”

I wave him over and Lucien brings Feyre with him.

“Get over here,” I say to Feyre and pull her in for a hug. “This is amazing.”

“Well, your boyfriend was very specific in what he wanted for you,” she says to me.  I look at him and he seems flustered by the attention.

“Can I eat this?” I ask Elain as I show Lucien the lembas.

“I would hope you do,” Elain replies. “Just don’t eat the leaves.”

Lucien takes me to get a drink while I eat the lembas bread, not giving a shit that Mor and my mother are taking pictures. I offer some to Lucien who takes a bite just as we’re blinded by flash. Amren surprises me with a bottle of my favorite wine which I happily share with Lucien until he is whisked away by his mother.

Iliana waltzes over and I take her up in my arms as Kallias and Viviane catch up with Amren, Varian and Tarquin.

“Happy birthday, tio. I have a present for you.”

“Do you?”

“Mhm. But mommy said I can’t give it to you until after we have cake.”

“Shall we cut the cake now then?”

Iliana laughs at me.

“No. Wela said we have to eat dinner first.”

“But it’s my birthday.”

“Tell that to your mother then, tio. I don’t make the rules.”

I excuse myself from my friends and set my niece down. I muss up her hair before I go pester my mother. Once she sees me, she pulls me in for a hug before kissing both sides of my face.

“Mi vida,” she says and pinches my cheek. “You’re making me old.”

“Cassian made you old. I’ve never done anything wrong in my entire life.”

She snorts. “Paquetero.”

“So, Adela, what’s this about me not being allowed to have cake?”

“My name is mami to you. And don’t be ridiculous, estoy segura that you and Lucien haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. Mira que flaco esta. I can’t with the two of you.”

My father laughs and throws an arm around her shoulder.

“Adela, let them be.”

She tsks and pokes his side.

“Don’t start, Vinny.”

“Anyway,” I say and kiss my mother on the forehead, “I’m happy you’re here, mami. And you too, papi.”

I leave my mother smiling and my father teasing her for it.

I sit at a table with Lucien and Az as we eat our dinner and watch Cassian stumble over his words as he tells our parents that Feyre is his girlfriend and that he had no idea Mor was going to put them on blast before he said anything to them. I know my parents are just fucking with him, but it’s worth it. Our parents adore Feyre, and she’s a blushing mess at Cassian’s side while she comes to his rescue, singing praises of him for all he’s done and how happy he’s made her.

“Do you ever wonder about it?” Lucien asks me quietly and I look at him with a raised brow.

“Wonder about what?”

Lucien gives a nod towards Feyre.

“I used to,” I reply. I had loved Feyre enough to picture that future. But we were young and I was stupid and never took the risk. “But once I was with you… I could never look back. There is no future without you in it, Lucian.”

Lucien gives me a smile when I look at him again.

“Why do you ask?”

He shrugs. “No reason.”

I make to speak but Iliana skips over to our table and Az completely lights up. His smile is contagious.

“Daddy, will you dance with me?”

“Of course, princess.”

“Two songs, please. Then I’m going to play barbies with Titi Elyse.”

“As you wish,” Azriel says to her and she squeals with delight. She has made Lucien and I watch Princess Bride so many times, I can quote the damn movie on command.

“Want to dance?” Lucien asks me and I look back at him with surprise.

“With you? Always.”

*

“I really don’t want to cut this,” I sigh, and everyone laughs. They have sung me happy birthday twice; once in English, once in Spanish.

“It’s okay, I’ve taken plenty pictures of it,” Mor says with a wink.

“Oh, before I forget!” Elain blushes at the sudden attention on her. “There’s a ring in there. So… Be careful.”

“Why didn’t you say that! I would’ve torn into this thing sooner!” I take the knife from Elain and she laughs.

“You’re an idiot, Rhys.”

I cut the first piece and happily pull the chocolate and wafer door off the cake and bite into it. Both my mother and Aurelie tell Elain to go sit and they help one another cut the cake. I am disappointed there is no ring in my cake and Lucien laughs at me.

“You’re pouting,” he teases.

“I am not.”

“I’m certain you’ll enjoy your gifts more than a toy ring.”

“But it’s the One ring…”

Lucien leans over and kisses me. “Well, if it is any consolation, I did not find it either.”

He holds out his plate to me.

“You didn’t eat the little windows.”

“I saved them for you.”

“Lucien, Lucien… What are you up to?”

“Whatever do you mean?” he asks and kisses me again.

“I don’t know. But I’m going to find out.”

Lucien flashes me a mischievous grin. We hear someone shriek and before we can panic, we realize it’s just Feyre pulling the ring from her mouth and waving it at Cassian.

I am not surprised when my mother has Cassian and Azriel to drag me to the table covered in gifts. True to form, she and Elyse come and put a crown on my head and help into a ridiculous birthday sash. I open present after present, from video games to clothes to graphic novels. There is a nice pile of books going beside me and I realize I may need another shelf.

Iliana happily makes her way towards me and hands me a small box tied with silver ribbon.

“This is your surprise,” she says.  

“Thank you, Lia.”

I untie the ribbon and set it on the table. I raise a brow when I see the little black box inside and Iliana is failing at containing her laughter. I take the black box out and open it but it’s empty, though there’s clearly a space to hold a ring-

When I look up, I see Lucien standing there with an almost unreadable expression on his face. Everyone is standing around us, and our mothers are already in tears. I take off the crown and pull off the sash and set them down as Lucien takes a few steps towards me. He takes my hands and kisses them both before he looks at me again.

And without a word, Lucien gets down on one knee. He reaches into the pocket of his shirt and holds out a gold ring inlaid with black tourmaline. It’s perfect.

“Rhys… Will you marry me?”

I somehow remember how to breathe. How to speak.  

“Yes,” I reply and pull him up to stand. I kiss him, ignoring everyone else in the room. Lucien is blushing when we stop to breathe. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Lucien.”

He breathes out and smiles. Lucien slides the ring onto my finger and this time, he kisses me. Everyone around us is cheering and clapping, I’m pretty sure that it’s Cassian whose whistling. But when I look at Lucien, all of it fades away.

“I love you, Lucien,” I say, my voice nearly a whisper.

“I love you, too Rhys,” he says and kisses me once more. “Happy birthday.”

.

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Rhycien is everything I need in life. Truly. 

I finally found names I felt okay about for Rhysand’s parents. And Elyse is the name I gave her in WTAS but I decided to have her not be dead/completely absent from this fic. If we’re going to be cheesy, we’re going to go all out. 

There are a few phrases in Spanish that I used here. 

Mi vida- means ‘my life’ and is a term of endearment 

Wela- grandmother is abuela in Spanish and that ‘bue’ part is where we get wela from, another way of saying grandma 

Paquetero- in Spanish, the word paquete means package but also means bullshit/a lie so his mother is calling him a liar here lol 

Mami and Papi is literally mom and dad

Estoy segura means I am certain 

Mira que flaco esta is what you hear every Latina mom say during holidays. LOOK HOW SKINNY HE’S GOTTEN. which is always an exaggeration, they just can’t not tell you to eat. idk why. 

If anyone forgot/is reading this before all the others- Rhys is a tattoo artist in this AU and also sews and all that like in canon. I am horrible because I still haven’t decided Lucien’s profession. 

#crack ship holidays #friendsgiving interlude #Rhysand's birthday #rhycien #cassian x feyre

[missjanjie]

Branjie Fic | Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer (8/11)

Title: Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer Summary: Brooke Lynn is a graduate student anxiously embracing her new position as her favorite dance professors’ new TA. Vanessa is a sophomore dance major who just might make her way into being more than the teacher(assistant)’s pet. (lesbian/university AU) Word Count: ~2.4k (this chapter)/~21.3k (total) Relationship: Branjie (Vanessa ‘Vanjie’ Mateo/Brooke Lynn Hytes) Rating: E

Read on AO3 | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch.5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7

“Please, please, please? Come on, I think you owe me a little,” Brooke Lynn whined as she padded behind Katya, who was pacing back and forth in the studio. This back and forth had been going on for nearly twenty minutes at that point, but she was fairly certain she was wearing her down.

Katya sighed and came to a halt, nearly making Brooke Lynn crash into her. “Fine. But you’re not allowed to complain about the dinner fiasco anymore,” she paused to think. “Come by my apartment tomorrow morning. But I swear, if you fuck up my car—”

“I couldn’t possibly treat it any worse than you do,” Brooke retorted before perking up. “Thank you!” she hugged her tightly and ran right back out the door. While she had a car back in Canada, there was no reason for her to bring it down to the city. At least, she never thought there was a reason until she found herself in need of a ride to take a pretty Latina on a scenic date out on Long Island.

Brooke Lynn went right from the studio to Vanessa’s dorm, knocking excitedly on the door and hardly waiting a second after she opened it. “Everything’s in place for tomorrow. It’s gonna be great,” she let herself in to the dorm and sat on Vanessa’s bed. “You’re going to have so much fun, I promise,” she regretted saying that the instant it came out of her mouth, though, afraid that she had just jinxed things and unleashed a horrible chain of events to follow. Not that she would ever announce that fear.

Vanessa sat down on Brooke’s lap, twirling her hair around her fingers and placing little kisses over her face. “You know you don’t gotta do nothing crazy for me, right?” she left a small hickey at the base of her jaw. “We don’t have to do anything, or wear anything…”

“There will be plenty of time for that too, I promise,” Brooke cooed, holding her head in place to kiss her properly. “Just let me do something cute for you, ya stubborn bitch, okay?” she let out a jokingly exasperated huff, then a surprised gasp when Vanessa pinned her down to the bed.

Vanessa lingered over her for a moment, then kissed her deeply. “I look forward to it.”

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The drive took Brooke Lynn and Vanessa a little over an hour and a half, lucking out with minimal traffic. However, it took Vanessa all of twenty minutes to doze off and sleep the rest of the way there, lucking out even further in avoiding any sharp turns, bumps, or potholes. Brooke Lynn didn’t mind either way, of course. She would steal glances at her sleeping girlfriend every now and then and find it adorable, and she almost hated to wake her when they arrived at the destination. “Vanjie, baby, we’re here,” she gently shook her awake.

“I’m up, I’m up,” Vanessa sat up, a bit disoriented. She blinked rapidly as she fully woke up, looking around. She saw rows and rows of trees surrounded by an expanse of fall foliage. As someone who only alternated between Manhattan and Florida, it wasn’t a sight she saw very often, nearly tripping over herself to get out of the car and take a picture. “Brooke Lynn! Get out here and look at this!”

Brooke Lynn giggled fondly as she got out of the car. “It’s a beautiful day out, isn’t it?” she wrapped her arm around Vanessa’s waist and kissed her cheek. “C’mon, we didn’t come all the way out here just to look at trees. We came to pick apples off them,” she hummed, leading her into the orchard, where she paid for a bag for each of them before looking around.

Vanessa tilted her head as she looked down the rows of trees. “How many different types of apples are there?” she asked with furrowed brows.

“The website said twenty-seven,” Brooke recalled as they began to walk down the rows. “I think we should get the ones that aren’t in grocery stores. Or even like, Whole Foods,” she mused, plucking an apple from a tree, something that was quite easy for her to do at her height.

“There is no way there are twenty-seven types of apples,” Vanessa muttered and shook her head, picking from one of the shorter trees. She was about to take a bite of one when her phone started to go off. “Oh, hold up, it’s my mom,” she answered cheerily.

Brooke watched as Vanessa spoke animatedly with her mom. She was speaking in Spanish for the most part, leaving her in the dark. She didn’t mind, in fact, one thing she had always loved about New York was hearing the various dialects people around her spoke in.

“No, todavía no he reservado mi vuelo, ¿por qué?” Vanessa scratched the back of her head, then her eyes widened. “¿Vienes aquí?” she still seemed confused but had perked up in excitement. Then there was a pause, hesitation in her tone. “¿Puedo traer a mi ... um, hay alguien que quiero que conozcas?” she winced but laughed. Her cheeks had a noticeable blush on them. “No hagas una gran cosa al respecto, por favor,” there was a soft sigh of relief, she seemed content. “Sí, yo también te quiero, adios,” she hung up and shoved her phone into her pocket.

“Is everything okay?” Brooke asked with a mouth half-full of apple. She could eavesdrop all she wanted; it didn’t clear up anything. She took French in high school and hardly remembered any of that either.

Vanessa smiled, but there was still an air of nervousness around her. “Normally I go down to see my mom over Thanksgiving, but she just told me she’s coming up, cause my auntie in Washington Heights decided to hold it this year. And since I figured you don’t celebrate it…I asked to bring you,” she glanced down, chewing on her lip.

Brooke felt a pang of nerves hit her as well. They had only just allowed themselves to consider what they had a real relationship, and now she was less than a month away from meeting the family. “Yeah, uh, I’ll just have to let my mom know. I’m sure she’ll understand,” she spoke as if she was still holding her breath but smiled warmly. “Alright, let’s get going, the traffic’s gonna be hell, and we need to find somewhere decent to stop and eat,” she shook off the unease and got back in the car with Vanessa. She wasn’t about to let anything interfere with their perfect date.

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“Has Brooke Lynn seemed a little…off to you lately?” Vanessa asked.

A’keria couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Girl, no one pays more attention to her than you. If anyone’s gonna notice any change, it’ll probably just be you,” she looked at her friend’s face fall and sigh. “Why does she seem ‘off’ to you?”

“She didn’t answer any of my texts yesterday til like, almost midnight, and when she did, she was just like, ‘oh sorry, I was busy’. Then in class she seemed super distracted and kept looking at her phone and shit. She just isn’t like that, you know?” Vanessa frowned, fumbling with the sleeves of her sweater.

Instead of sympathy, A’keria rolled her eyes again. “I’m not sure if this has occurred to you, but Brooke Lynn is an adult, she’s probably doing graduate work or paying bills or something like that,” she sat beside Vanessa and put a hand on top of hers. “Have you considered that you might be projecting a little after the whole thing with the ginger bitch?”

Vanessa crossed her arms. “I am not!” she looked down, thinking with knitted brows. “Or maybe I am, I don’t know…what should I do, then?”

“Wait it out, I’m sure it’ll be fine. And if not, talk to her and figure it out,” she shrugged. “In the meantime, get your ass together, we gotta go to work.”

Vanessa groaned and got up. Work had become so much of a chore as of late. The customers were no better or worse than usual, but her boss seemed to have developed a vendetta against her. Suddenly, she was getting shorter, worse hours, and she hadn’t pieced together why.

“He’s probably just mad ‘cause you threatened to call corporate after he grabbed your ass,” A’keria offered.

“Brooke Lynn taught me how to do that. That’s what happens when you date a white lady,” she beamed proudly, getting through the rest of her shift, doing her best to ignore the way her boss would give her a dirty look every time she glanced in that direction.

By the time her shift ended, however, Vanessa was tired and cranky. She just wanted to relax and get comfortable. And for her, that meant letting herself into Brooke Lynn’s apartment with the spare key she knew was left under the mat. “Brooooke?” no answer. “Brooke Lynn?” she could hear her voice from inside her room, and that pissed her off. “Really, bitch? You’re gonna cold shoulder me?” she stormed towards her room, only to stop in her tracks with a perplexed expression.

Brooke Lynn was sitting on the floor with a couple books in front of her. She had her phone sitting atop one of the books and had headphones in her ears. At first, it appeared that A’keria was right with her theory that she was doing course work, but then she continued talking to herself. “Quiero un vaso de agua por favor,” she repeated the phrase a couple more times, scribbling into a notebook.

Vanessa beamed, leaning against the door frame. Okay, maybe she had been a little paranoid, and maybe she had just ruined a surprised Brooke had been planning. But she didn’t need the anxiety of a surprise beyond this anyway, she decided. She quietly walked up behind her and kneeled down, carefully taking out her headphones and whispering “Quieres ayuda, mi amada?” in her ear and kissing her cheek.

Blushing fiercely, Brooke closed her books and set her phone aside. “You know, I told you about my spare key in case of emergency,” she murmured with a soft laugh. She turned to face Vanessa, accepting the kiss the other girl placed on her lips.

“I did have an emergency,” Vanessa defended. “I missed you and you weren’t answering my texts,” she pouted and sat across from her. “You’re teaching yourself Spanish?”

Brooke nodded, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. “I wanted to surprise you at Thanksgiving by introducing myself to your family in Spanish without sounding like a confused six-year-old,” she confessed softly.

“Well, you can still surprise her. My family probably won’t have the highest expectations…no offense,” Vanessa hummed. “I’m gonna help you though. We can make it fun, like a game,” she offered brightly. She tilted her head in thought for a moment. “I’ll give you words for you to translate, and if you get it right, I’ll take an article of clothing off, and if you get it wrong, you do,” she told her with a slight smirk.

“Sounds a lot more fun than answering to an animated green bird,” Brooke retorted with a laugh. “Alright, hit me.”

And so, they went back and forth. Vanessa would think of words off the top of her head and Brooke Lynn would translate them to varying degrees of success. After about ten minutes, Vanessa was still in her bra and panties while Brooke had lost every item of clothing. “You’re getting there,” she offered in consolation, though it was really a win-win as far as either of them were concerned.

“But I still need to learn the important things,” Brooke insisted, grinning at her confused expression before continuing. “Like, how do you say…’kiss me’?” she asked as innocently as she could muster. Vanessa rolled her eyes and giggled. “Besame.”

Brooke leaned forward and carded her fingers through Vanessa’s hair. “Besame, Vanessa,” she did her best to sound seductive and sultry, only using her proper first name because she felt it flowed better. She didn’t wait for a response, moving her hand to gently grasp her jaw and kissing her deeply. “Am I getting it yet?” she asked softly, resting their foreheads together.

“You a damn fast learner,” Vanessa chuckled. “And I can see why you like being a teacher so much,” she joked, kissing her again. “But, you know, even if you weren’t, I think they’d appreciate the effort. I know I sure do. I’ve dated white girls before, none of them ever gave a shit about learning. Always saying ‘oh I know enough from high school’ or some shit,” she remarked. “What I’m trying to say is, thank you for caring about me.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Brooke shook her head. “The bare minimum you should expect out of a relationship is someone that cares about you. Otherwise, there’s no point, that’s not a relationship worth having,” she took Vanessa onto her lap. “Now…” her expression changed into a smirk. “let me show you how much I care,” she picked her up and placed her on the bed, “and spell out all of those vocabulary words with my tongue,” she slid off her underwear as she spoke.

Vanessa smirked, propping a pillow up under her head. “Damn, you nasty too. I really hit the fucking jackpot,” she hummed, tossing her bra aside as well.

Brooke kissed Vanessa and gazed into her eyes. “You really haven’t been treated like you deserve,” she frowned for a moment, then kissed down her torso before her head ducked between her thighs. While not actually spelling out words with her tongue, she moved skillfully in ways she knew her girlfriend liked, never stopping or flinching as she moaned and writhed.

“Fuck, baby don’t stop, just like that,” Vanessa pleaded, ever the vocal one – something Brooke Lynn had found to be as unsurprising as it was enjoyable. She hardly took a moment to breathe until she was fully spent and laying sprawled across the bed in a post-orgasm bliss. “Mm, have I ever told you how good you are at that?”

“I’ve had a hunch,” she replied with a smug grin, coming back up to kiss her sweetly. “Now get some rest, you’ve worked so hard as a teacher today,” she cooed and lay beside her.

#branjie #branjie fic #branjie fanfic #branjie fanfiction #rpdr rpf

[fitzonomy]

The 2018 Rumination Spectacular

It’s a long post. It’s gonna be triggering. Blacklist “ash 2018″ and “long post.” Sorry mobile users. Here’s a picture. Use this as a warning that you should blacklist those tags NOW if you don’t wanna read:

For about a week, I’ve wondered how to start this post. How to finish it. What to put in the middle. It’s really a shame, being depressed and anxious and all sorts of other things but maintaining a high self-esteem. It’s not like I want to. My mind and my brain and my body refuse to let me just be. They constantly remind me I have to be center stage, the best, to be adored. Let’s be honest. I don’t have high self-esteem. I have an obsessive, insatiable desire for love because I was born to abusive people. I was raised by more abusive people. I’ve continued to place my trust and well-being in abusive people. And then, when things fall spectacularly apart, I blame myself. I blame my body. I blame my brain. I blame my mind. A lot has happened this year. A big thing: the realization that I desperately crave others to want me. I want to feel loved and valuable and interesting and just wanted. And, I guess, that’s what school gave me. I left my PhD program in May 2017 and it’s taken almost two years to realize I didn’t stay in school or move into higher education because I had a burning passion (okay, I mean, I do still have a passion for my work but it wasn’t the foundation). The American education system gave an abused child something slightly better than I had: praise and positive feedback for jumping hoops. My home life twenty years ago? There was no rhyme or reason to which behaviors would yield which result. School? College? Grad school? Let’s face it. I’m white. At the time I was identifying as straight and female. I was going into STEM. Perform well, earn As, be friendly. Rules rules rules. Two weeks ago, I finally told my therapist of almost five years how my first sexual experience was a doctor raping me. It’s really funny. Hilarious actually how it’s taken thirty-one years to feel like I am my own person. Because before the doctor, there’d been my step-father (”It isn’t really enough to do anything with,” the police had told me when I was sixteen at my then therapist’s office). There’d been the high school boyfriend (”My dad was in the marines. I inherited his anger management problems.”). But there was also my mom. My grandmother who isn’t my grandmother but she “adopted” my mom as her daughter. They met online on a forum for Forever Knight, a 90s Canadian supernatural romance crime show about a woman who has a vampire for a partner. It’s really hard, yanno, to be gentle with myself. Don’t be angry.

So, 2018 was a year of me working on this. I’m still working. I’m angry at everything nowadays. There’s no good resolution to it other than to sit with it. I don’t understand how people can say, “Let anger go,” like I intentionally hold onto it. This anger and pain and trauma is carved into my bones and it gets carried through like oxygen in my bloodstream. Whenever I think about this anger at myself, the regret and the hurt, the left side of my left arm hurts. It starts about the middle of my forearm and goes to my pinky. Asking when this started isn’t a useful question. I’m angry because I let myself be used and hurt by people. I’m angry because I ignored my own needs and wants. I’m angry because now I’m thirty-one and it feels like my life is over. I made a lot of decisions and they were all made for the benefit of others. “Be your own person,” only works when you’ve got a person who isn’t desperate for love. I’m angry because I feel like I’ve wasted my life worrying about other people. Yes, yes. I’m not old. Don’t bother telling me. You don’t pay my bills. You can tell me what I feel when you give me money--substantial amounts of it. In 2005, I gave my step-father $1500. I’ve been working at the local Dairy Queen for years, saving money religiously because I was desperate to get a car, drive, gain independence. My parents told me the insurance was too expensive. My step-dad was the only driver because my mom has MS. It would probably never happen, but just in case. I should save, just in case. I gave my step-father money because he said, “The van needs fixed. Without it, you know your mom can’t get to the hospital.” I can’t remember any night between the ages of 15-17 when the police of the EMTs weren’t at my house. All of my homework was usually left abandoned in red and blue lights. I’d get back to it at midnight. Nothing mattered to my teachers except that I made As. At this point, I don’t know where blame lies but it seems pretty solid that I get stuck with the anger. 2018 was the year I realized that I don’t know how to have friends, how to keep a job, how to think about a career. 2018 was the year I realized that I have to make peace with living in poverty again. I was doing so well. Grad school was the best my finances had ever been. Until December 2013. I tried to kill myself. It’s old news. I was in the hospital. They forgot about me and I ended up spending three more days than needed. PROTIP: don’t try killing yourself during the holidays. Everyone will just tell you the holidays are rough for everyone. And finals. Mid-December is the time for students to also feel the pressure. If you’re neither of these, good luck. I took out massive amounts of student loans to go back to school. To pay my hospital bills. I was so desperate to get back into school because it was the only place that made sense. 2018 was the year I decided to change my name, my gender. I’m learning how to live in my body. It’s taken thirty-one years, but I’ve come to the realization it was mine. For six years, I took meds that made me weigh over 200 lbs all for the benefit of the high school boyfriend. For five years I starved myself because I wanted everyone to see what a successful PhD student I was. My body has never been mine before. This is a new thing for me. 2018? It started off with hope. There was less hope for most of it. I think it’s ending with hope. I hope it is.

My mom refuses to stop calling me. Five years ago, I stopped answering her calls. I begged her to stop. I was polite. I was rude. I was angry. I was at peace. I’ve tried everything. Her contacting me isn’t about me, it’s about her. It’s about what she wants. in December of 2013, I tried to kill myself.

It’s so old news, my mom told my partner when he called her, “Oh. Well, let me know when everything’s okay.” In 2009 I was admitted into the hospital for exhaustion. I’d had a breakdown in college. I was told to try yoga. Meditation. I was told it was just test anxiety. All I’ve ever desperately wanted was to be the priority.

And I bent for other people. I broke myself and put myself back together in ways other people would find pleasing. I bend and I break and now my body hurts. Chronically. In 2016 I was in a car accident. My partner has told me most of this story. I remember almost nothing. I spent two months locked up in my house with a concussion. More debt. More weight gained. My partner tells me at one point the doctors kept poking and prodding my feet. He tells me that I wasn’t responding and that my legs weren’t moving. He was horrified that the accident had left me paraplegic. I don’t remember any of this. The doctors eventually told him it was just shock. My body overloaded with too much too fast. And not enough neuron action, I guess. Too much, not enough. I discovered yesterday that Jack Kerouac said something similar. I’ve never read anything by him. Must be a common human feeling. Everything is too much. Everything is not enough. 2018 is right now still and I’m still working on reshaping myself for myself and not for others. 1987 was right then and thirty days before it ended, I came at the last minute. I’ve spent my entire life trying to make sure I was early to make a good impression. Now, I arrive when I arrive. I live in the land of -ish. Work hasn’t yelled at me. Yet. 2018: I started drawing again. I started writing again. I am trying not to feel like I’m too old. I’m working. I’m trying. I’m doing. I’m poor. I feel like my college degree warrants me not that but que was que is. I obsessively think about contacting my mom. No matter the meds, I have to count 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 every time I lock the door to the comic book shop where I work. If I don’t, the door isn’t locked. I’ve never had wide hips but I’ve always had thick thighs. My butt has always been big. My culture rather I’d accept my fate as a woman, bend myself and break myself to be one. They don’t belong to me. My thighs eat anything that comes between them. I wish I was being literal. I wish my thighs had eaten other people’s hands and other body parts. Vagina dentata is too late for my tastes. I want my thighs to reflexively snap like a bear trap and break someone’s neck. But I have a hard enough time finding clothes I can live with. I’m wearing the pants of Theseus right now. I’m tired of sewing patches into the holes my thighs keep eating. 2018 and I’m wondering if I will ever stop hurting. But it’s 2018 and I know I’m a better me than I’ve ever been before. And right now, that’s enough.

#ash 2018 #long post #cw #everything?

[thegalanerd]

37 91 6

oh hey i did a thing just for you (and this time I didn’t even cheat) (timeline: summer after season 2. Ares is taking online summer classes and Derek is trying to get used to being an Alpha to teenagers he can’t just drop off at school for half the day)

*

“I need a place to stay.”

“Oh, hello, Lobito, how are you? I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

Derek huffs, and I roll my eyes before stepping to the side and letting him in. Melissa’s at work, and Scott went of to Stiles’ earlier. Which leaves me all by my lonesome to finally catch up on my stupid online class. Derek follows me into the kitchen, where I have my laptop set up and notebook set out.

“Not that I don’t just adore your company,” I start as I drop back into my seat, “but you realize you are the one with the huge loft, right?”

He makes a face and drops gracelessly in the chair closest to me. “I need to move. Everyone knows where I live,” he says, reaching out and grabbing one of my colored pens. I watch him as he twirls it in his fingers, lost at the grace of it, before realizing what he said.

“Everyone…. You mean your pack?” He grumbles and drops his head on the table, connecting with a solid thunk, and if not for the werewolf healing, I would swear he’d come out of that looking like a unicorn from the bump he’d get. “Jesus, watch the table, dude, Melissa doesn’t need it breaking on her.” I shove at his shoulder and he lets out a halfassed growl. And man, maybe this “responsible alpha” job is getting at him more than I thought.

“Alright, tell me what’s going on, Señor Alpha,” I prompt, glancing at my homework timeline. I still have until midnight to finish - I can spare some time to comfort this idiot alpha werewolf of mine.

Said idiot werewolf straightened, and there isn’t even a red mark on his forehead. “Erica sheds,” he starts. “There’s blonde hair everywhere. And bobby pins. Ares, why the hell does she need that many bobby pins?” he demands. “You never leave them lying around!”

I consider telling him that’s because of the years of being told by Elisa that if I leave anything out of order, I wouldn’t be able to leave my room for anything other than school for three days, but he has a lot on his plate right now, and so don’t. Instead, I say, “Have you tried asking her to pick them up?”

“She leaves them more of them around now!” He shakes his head. “I tried to get Boyd to talk to her-”

“Delegation, nice.”

He shoots me a look. “They eat everything. I’ve been to the store three times this week. And they don’t replace the toilet paper.”

I snort out a laugh. “Welcome to fatherhood, babe.”

“I’m their alpha, not their parent! I shouldn’t have to deal with this!”

I roll my head back. “Listen, you’re the one that bit them, you’re literally Isaac’s legal guardian, and Boyd and Erica would probably have more respect for you tried more than just yelling at them.” I shrug. “Just saying.”

He looks at me, and I know I’m in trouble. “Help me.” The fact he says it so straight, without grumbling or muttering it out, with that pleading look in his eyes, really says how fucked he is. How fucked I am, because this asshole’s werewolf powers include irresistible puppy eyes. I look pointedly at the darkened screen of my laptop.

Nopenopenopenope

“Didn’t you just say last week you wanted me to stop “undermining” you with the kids?” I spare a glance at him, because I’m still feeling kinda salty at how that was even an argument we had to have. Granted, he apologized for being an ass with dinner - I’m convinced he had someone help him because my lobito is a travesty in the kitchen when unsupervised - but it still stung.

“Ares, please, they listen to you better than me.” He shakes his head. “Sometimes I think you should be the one with the red eyes.”

“You have yet to see me during finals,” I counter lightly. “Once I pulled three consecutive allnighters fueled by Red Bull and coffee. Sonya says I slipped into a coma after.” Derek looks at me in alarm. “So you have that to look forward to.”

“You’re not allowed to do that.”

“See, if you would just say that to the betas, you’ll be fine!” I say, changing the conversation, because who is Derek Hale to question my study habits? I came out with a 4.0 that semester. It worked.

“Ares.”

“Derek.”

“Please talk to them.”

“They’re your pack, not mine.” There’s a flash of almost hurt in Derek’s eyes. “You know what I mean,” I mutter, trying not to think about how Scott had tried so hard to get me to just leave Derek and his pack when he first bit them - things have smoothed over now, but it only takes a single disagreement for Scott to threaten ditching out and taking me with him. Which. Not his choice.

Ugh, werewolves. What a mess.

“Do you really need me for this?” I ask. “Like, really really?” He levels me with a look. “Digame que me necesitas,” I say in mock haughtiness, standing and walking towards the counter, my back to him, all while channelling my inner novela star. I can practically hear him roll his eyes.

“I need you.”

I stick my nose in the air and look away. “That wasn’t very convincing.” I peek at him, and look at him fully when he stands from his chair and steps up in front of me. It occurs to me that I’m probably not the only one that enjoys watching old reruns of daytime novelas as Derek leans down and presses the most gentle of kisses on my forehead.

“I need you,” he says softly, and this time he gives a proper kiss. He pulls away, and if I’m just as stunned as I always am after a kiss from one magical werewolf Derek Hale, no one should blame me.

“You’re a cheater,” I accuse.

“Will you help?”

I drop my head into his chest and groan. It’s for show, mostly; I can’t have this asshole thinking he can get whatever he wants from me just by giving excellent kisses. “I guess. But I need to finish my homework.”

“You’re amazing,” he says, this time leaning down to give a peck on my cheek.

“You just want me for my mothering skills,” I grumble, making to move past him and get back to work. He catches my hand before I can, tugging me back to him.

“Hey. I appreciate you, Ares Delgado.” His tone is softer, and the unspoken truth we settled on after the horrific events of finding out who the Kanima’s first master was settles in his words. I can’t help the flutter in my chest I get from hearing the proclamation, and I duck my head, hoping he doesn’t see my cheeks go pink.

“I appreciate you, too, Derek Hale.”

#ayy i did a thing #Kerosene Hearts and Matchbox Bodies #Kerosene Hearts and Oneshots #Derek Hale: worlds worst father to teen werewolves #he tries tho #oc: ares delgado #Derek Hale

[itsays]

my thoughts on gmmtv 2022 except it’s late

the three gentlebros : i really like this cast and technically i did enjoy the trailer (bc of the cast) but... it seems boring. the cast almost makes me want to give a chance but i fear this genuinely looks just boring.

umg: yeah i’ll pass.

star and sky: i’ll admit i got excited when i saw joong. cool guy i like him. however... a whole snooze fest. why was the trailer so long like... this is NOT good... just another cheap and boring bl to milk for fanservice and easy money, no thank you. trailer was also super confusing to me like what are you trying to SAY. we need to stop bl fans because they are ruining thai dramas

home school: not this the stranded rip off alkfjsalkfjskfjasl anyways i like how they are using the ROOKIES prim is definetely my favorite of that group! gmmtv so needs to push her more i just love this cast already gun chimon love prim JANE!!! oh this is gonna be so good yall arent ready!! i can already tell this is gonna be the best one of the year

cupid’s last wish: i am confused about the body swapping i dont understand lol... the concept is really weird... if i understand correctly earth’s character falls in love with mix’s character except that’s mix’s sister in that body.... and he is in the sister’s body.... so he fell in love with the sibling inside of the sibling..... that’s a little too weird for me

oops mr superstar hit on me: he’s old enough to be her father... i will destroy everything you’ve ever loved. i love jane but im passing. and the fact that the age gap is part of the story. middle aged men stay away from girls in their early 20s and late teens challenge burn in hell!!!!

my dear donovan: i dont think this is gonna be very good but i love namtan and she was so cute in this aw i might give it a try just for her

the wrap effect: no idea what i just watched god bless<3

the eclipse: it’s giving blacklist so im not very excited... think i’ll pass.

good old days: krist appeared and i blackout.

never let me go: wow they are just giving out dramas to anyone now. who are these two where’s their impact, their talent, their RANGE?? both very mediocre yet you cant give you good actors more roles and opportunities? just the two fanservice guys PLEASE LIKE CHIMON IS A SUPPORTING ROLE AND THESE NOBODIES ARE THE LEADS??? THE DISRESPECT???? OH MY GOD IM SO PISSED i dont really think they have the range. #chimondeservesbetter i’ll admit the story caught my attention so yes i might tune in. in anger.

10 years ticket: ohm and tu are here so i am tuning in. cueste lo que cueste. this looks insanely good tho i screamed I AM SO EXCITED FOR OHM SERIOUS ROLE OH MY GOD GMMTV NEVER LETS HIM SHINE PROPERLY HIM AND TU ARE GONNA KILL THIS I KNOW IT SO EXCITED hehe top 3 dramas of the year #trust

you fight and i love: LOVE MAIN ROLE WHO ELSE SMILED I FINALLY GET TO RECEIVE anyways so cuteeeeee i forget joss is barely 25 in my head he’s 30 and love is like 18 so i thought hm weird age gap but really it’s just like 3 or 4 years so it’s ok, i like this but im worried about the ON SCREEN age gap? she’s... a high schooler? how old is he? why didnt they make her a college student what is their age gap here im worried

midnight motel: this actually looks really fun. TO ME. i will be tuning in hehe

moonlight chicken: this looks better than the other earth x mix drama so yes i will be tuning in.

dirty laundry: i’ll tune in for nanon and film i think

vice versa: eh.... nothing special idk not interested 

ps i hate you: oh you KNOW im gonna be watching this. i think THIS is the drama of the year actually

my school president: dont give a shit

devil sister: i am a little sad they recasted this and for that reason alone i dont feel like watching tbh😭 i wonder what happened to the original...

you are my favorite: mr i am not gay in a bl the joke tells itself

astrophile: not this my ambulance ripoff aslkfjaslkfjaskl THEY EVEN GOT MAI ALKFJAKASKFJAK AND BRIGHT REMEMBER HIM IN MY AMBULANCE? AKSJLKJASFLKA yeah there’s no way im watching this sorry FUCK love triangles

my precious: THE TRIO OH FINALLY NOT TO BE THAT GIRL BUT I AM THAT GIRL i am sorry to say the drama? movie? doesnt look interesting to me. it seems it’s a movie though so yeah whatever i’ll watch it, it wont be more than 2 hours

overall thoughts: 

very underwhelming year it seems. gmmtv needs to invest in quality over quantity for once. 

something positive? ACTRESSES GETTING LEAD ROLES gmmtv has its fair share of token support actresses who are actually so good but are never given any opportunities, jan and love for example, and they both got lead roles this time... it’s a start! 

SHOULD’VE ANNOUNCED FRIEND ZONE 3 BTW

WHY DOES GMMTV HATE CHIMON WHERE ARE HIS FLOWERS HE’S ONE OF THEIR BEST ACTORS

gun was robbed...yet again... saw him a total of one (1) time..... ok.... the best actor under your company

wish kapook had more protagonism i’ve really been looking forward to her lately :(

not enough jane

that’s all i think

#comments saying itsay raised the bar..... ok we get it itsay is the only nadao drama you've ever watched can you please shut up #gmmtv 2022 #that's it! #gmmtv

[thegreatwhiteferret]

I was tagged by: @its-reddie-bitch (Thanks for this by the way, Elle. 85 fucking questions...Jesus. Lmao ❤️❤️❤️ )

1. last drink?: Venti Soy Blonde Latte from Starbucks because I am a basic white bitch

2: last phone call?: My older sister when I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

3. last text message?: “Can I use your card for Starbucks?” Because I am a poor ass basic white bitch.

4. last song you listened to?: Rainbow by Kesha (Gets me in the feels every time)

5. last time you cried?: Mmmmmmmm last night or the early hours of today...

6. dated someone twice?: Noppppppppppppppe. Thank fucking God.

7. kissed someone and regretted it: I don’t think so.

8. been cheated on?: We weren’t “exclusive” so...but I’d fucking say that it still felt like it.

9. lost someone special?: So so many.

10. been depressed?: Severely for the majority of my life. (In case y’all hadn’t figured out that I’m an anxious and depressed mess)

11. gotten drunk and thrown up?: OH MY GOD. Only twice that I can think of, but one was really bad. Sour blue raspberry Smirnoff vodka and Titos vodka, and I filled like a full tumbler glass with that and chugged it...because why the fuck not? I’ll tell you why not, I ruined a $2,500 cowhide rug...fuck.

fave colors

12. Fluorescent Pink- Basic white bitch with Barbie tendencies.

13. Tiffany Blue- See above reasoning

14. Anything Pastel Ever

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends?: Yes, but I also lost a shit ton.

16. fallen out of love?: Hahahahaha. No romantic interactions at all in the past year so...not possible.

17. laughed until you cried?: All the time. That wine drinking Pennywise was the last thing that made me do this.

18. found out someone was talking about you?: Yes, and that bitch is lucky I had enough self control to not throw hands with her.

19. met someone who changed you?: Yes. (For better and for worse)

20. found out who your friends are?: In the hardest way possible.

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list?: Nope, and we can leave it that way.

general:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl?: All of them.

23. do you have any pets?: My furry baby who is actually an alien like Stitch dog, Pippa. (But I also have my sister’s dog with me right now)

24. do you want to change your name?: Nah, I’m good.

25. what did you do for your last birthday?: Went for dinner with my family and tried to keep myself together.

26. what time did you wake up today?: Erhmmmmmm 10:30 ish, but I laid in bed with the dogs until almost 12. It was glorious.

27. what were you doing at midnight last night?: Finishing the latest chapter of I Will Try To Fix You so I could post it and watching Bloodline (legit only for Owen Teague...don’t judge me.)

28. what is something that you can’t wait for?: Things to get better...?

30. what are you listening to right now?: Someone You Like by The Girls and The Dreamcatcher 

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom?: Yup.

32. something getting on your nerves?: What doesn’t get on my nerves would be a shorter list. What irks me more than anything is people being assholes to other people because their ideals don’t match. No one is fucking asking you to engage in a poly relationship or marry your same gender so fuck off! Gahhhhh.

33. most visited website?: Tumblr (But if Google Docs counts (14 tabs open Jesus) then that’s close behind and so is Ao3).

34. hair color?: Bleached white blonde with horrendous roots. I sooooo want to do something drastic to it though, 

35. long or short hair: It’s shoulder length so whatever that is.

36. do you have a crush on someone?: A real life person? No. Celebrities? Hilary fucking Knight always and forever. People on this site? ...Maybeeeeeee.

37. what do you like about yourself?: This is a really hard question. I guess I’m an alright writer and I genuinely like helping people. 

38. want any piercings: I have quite a few, but I have my eye on a few for the future. 

39. blood type: O+

40. nicknames: Meg, Megs, Meggie, Mefge (Typo from Wii that will never cease to haunt me!), Texas...really freaking boring I guess.

41. relationship status: Single AF...by choice, not my choice, but a choice.

42. zodiac: Libra 

43. pronouns: She/Her

44. fave tv show: Golden Girls (and a million others, I watch a lot of TV tbh)

45. tattoos: I have a list of 14 that I want when I have money.

46. right or left handed: Right

47. ever had surgery: I’ve had sinus surgery and gastric related surgery so far. There will be more in the future I am sure.

48 . piercings: Two lobes each ear, industrial, rook, conch, and tragus. (Nips, belly button, and something else in the future hopefully)

49. sport: HOCKEY, ALL DAY EVERY DAY BABY!!! 

50. vacation: I haven’t been on one in years. I am dying to go to Disney and London.

51. trainers: Converse Chuck Taylors

more general

52. eating: Salad but I want to make a mug cookie...

53. drinking: Still working on that Latte

54. im about to watch: I’m watching some British family cook off show with my mom and sister on Netflix.

55. waiting for: Better days, they better be coming quickly.

56. want: To actually be motivated enough to quickly finish the 14 requests I have!!! Hahahaha, that’s why it’s a want and not a possibility. 

57. get married? YES PLEASE! But I think someone has to actually be able to tolerate me for this to happen. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

58. career: I quit my original dream career and now I am going back to school for nursing. It was toxic and I needed a change.

59. hugs or kisses: ALL OF THE PHYSICAL AFFECTION PLEASE!

60. lips or eyes: Eyes. Oh my God, EYES.

61. shorter or taller: ¿Por que no los dos?

62. older or younger: I don’t care as long as they are at least 18...sounds bad but whatever.

63. nice arms or stomach: Uhmmmm either?

64.  hookup or relationship: Relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant: It depends on the situation.

66. kissed a stranger: Not yet, but I would.

67. drank hard liquor: Pretty much all I drink because I am allergic to beer and do not like wine. I actually owe my sister six shots of fireball, so that’s going to happen and I will be on the floor...

68. lost glasses: All the fucking time and then I can’t find them because I’m blind! Endless struggle.

69. turned someone down: Yes...and ghosted people too.

70. sex on the first date: SURE. Why the fuck not??

71. broken someones heart: I don’t think so.

72. had your heart broken: Yes, and at the time I thought I would never recover, but I’m still kicking bitches.

73. been arrested: No.

74. cried when someone died: So so so so so so so so much. 

75. fallen for a friend: Yes, multiple times, and they were awful decisions!

do you believe in…

76. yourself: No. Unfortunately. It’s a struggle, but I promise that I am going to get help very soon and work on this. I’m just very very hard on myself and don’t like when I’m not perfect. 😕😕😕

77. miracles: Maybe...

78. love at first sight: Nope. Infatuation of lust at first sight? Yes. Love? No, I don’t think it’s something to play around with and it has to grow.

79. santa clause: I CAN HEAR THE BELLS!!!!

80. kiss on a first date: I mean I already said why not to sex on the first date, so kissing is mild.

81. angels: I don’t know. Angels I’m not sure about, but I do believe in spirits and things of that nature.

82. best friend’s name: Can I say my dog? Is that pathetic? Pippa is my ride or die, guys.

83. eye color: Blue

84. fave movie: Inglorious Basterds, IT, and Rise of the Guardians in no specific order, because I am indecisive and can’t choose.

85. fave actor: I can’t choose one! Taron Egerton, Michael B. Jordan, and Evan Peters are high on my list though.

I have no idea who has already been tagged so I’m just going to throw some names out... @billbenbev @milagric @theriodiaries @demianhill @dannybriereisaliferuiner @valiantlydeepestdinosaur And literally anyone else who wants to do this!

#Meg Writes Things #Meg Takes Way Too LOng To Answer Simple Prompts #Meg Overthinks everything too #ME

[japsthoughts]

Tires of emotions during boards.

It was 3 in the morning. I woke up with 2hrs sleep, feeling sleepy & anxious. It felt like i'm ready and at the same time i was not. I'm trying to not feel the pressure and leave all the worries behind. I was the last reviewee who went to sleep yet the first one who woke up. Smelled my new white polo which is required to each examinees and wore it. I prayed and tried to go back to sleep but i can't, thoughts popping out. I grabbed my cl hand outs and reviewed it in our lobby, I know to myself that i ain’t absorbing anything. I’m worried and im like 3hrs away from the exact time to take the first subject.

I read the letter that Tyn wrote to me for that day. My heart is full while reading it. I'm teary eyed. I again, prayed to the Lord. I know that i can't make any things without His guidance so i ask for it as much as i can as this is the battle that i’ve prepared for months and i don’t wanna mess things up plus fail my parents and my Ates who financially supports me.

First day went smooth. Questions are hard but what really had me that day is the Lord's presence. I'm filled with happiness as i felt it. I went directly to church as it's midweek. Went straight to the dorm to sleep but my paranoid self can't help to get my handouts to study. Damn, i hate myself for that. Kuya migs tried to stop me and said it's unhealthy for me to study this late (12am). Given the fact that i only had 2hrs sleep, i know to myself that everything i'll read wont get inside my head. So i listened.

November 20, 2019 (first day!)

It was 4 in the morning. I woke up with four hours sleep and think it's enough to bang a big day. I grab my pc notes, calculator, and a tariff laws reviewers but to be honest i don't know what to review.

I resolve in getting the methods of valuation which i think i forgot so i browse it but before that i tried to solve one pc problem. I'm trying to calm myself as it is the last day of the boards and im too scared. From jeep to while waiting for our que to enter the exam room, i'm reading the mov and yep i finished it hehez(sobrang pasaway). Here the tl comes and shitttttt it was fuckinggg hard!!!! Never thought it would be that hard because i am acing it every diagnostics and mb but shittttttt. When someone told you that you have to take subjects equally YOU.MUST.FUCKIN.LISTEN.TO.THEM. Look what happened to me. Kainis!! I cried on that subject. I just lift it all to Him.o be calm and to not feel the pressure.

November 21, 2019 (second day!)

That's the photo of us after tariff fucking law. We were shookt because they said that we have to memorize the rates of PPAs so damn we crammed. Huhuhu

After the computation. As i was leaving the room area I was shookt that almost everyone is crying. Well, i'm about to cry too but idk why it didn't fell down. Before going to the dorm, all of my classmate who were also assigned in my school were went to the church. Unfortunately, i got no church to ran to because it's still thursday so i have to wait for tomorrow's service. So i decided to eat in Jollibee first, I ordered a lot. I was drained, hopeless, heavy burdened. After i eat, tears started to flow. It was hard. I felt like I’m not gonna make it. I can't believe that it would be this hard. So I called my best friend, Tyn and she saved me that night. Separate blog for that. So yeah. After that i went to the dorm. Most of them are crying, they also felt my baggage. So I just give it to the Lord.

The next day( November 22, 2019). Tyn and I went to Rizal Park and National Library.

I went there to unwind. And we went directly to Pasay Church. What a nice coincidence wherein there's a concert of AUP Alumni Choir i think. It was sooo good

And they sung "Great is Thy Faithfulness" which is my theme song.

November 23, 2019 I went to church

November 24, 2019 Ma’am Rox treated us in a Grand Feast. It was such a good experience. The lights, the message of the songs, the companies.

All was great. We all are aiming to pass and bagging the 100% passing rate. And yep, that night we just give everything to Him.

After our dinner, one of my classmates confirmed that tomorrow will be the release of CBLE passers. We all are shookt. Damn, tomorrow is the day!!

November 25, 2019 Judgement day! I woke up at 9am and check if there's a call from Tyn. I ask her to see the result for me. I want her to be the one to tell me what's the result. I resolve to go in a coffee shop to wait for the call. I bring the book " Desire of Ages" with me and read 3 chapters.

It's around 6pm and no results yet. I was too anxious and at the same time excited. Here comes 7pm and still no results. I decided to go to bonchon to eat and planned to go home because they might release it by midnight.

While eating, my head is going nowhere. I'm too exhausted and anxious. Andd what i ordered is damnnn not worth the price. Urggg. But still, i need to eat it because it was fucking expensive.

7:40pm I received a call from my ate. She's crying and said "Congratulations, Kapatid!" I cried. No, i cried sooo hard. (DAMNNN IM CRYING WHILE TYPING THIS ONE). After the call i close my eyes and pray. I thank Him for being so faithful. I'm still crying while praying so it's really real.

I rush to the coffee shop where I went and use their wifi to check if it's really real. AND IT WAS REALLY REALLLLL. MARAMING SALAMAT PO PANGINOON!!!

I went home with a little celebration.

To my Parents, Ates, Professors, HS Teachers. Friends, Bestfriends. Thank you for the wisdom that i got from each one of you. And of course, to You, Lord. Thank You for being with me through my darkest sorrows. You have seen me fight my silent battles and struggles. Thank You for the blessings oh Lord. May all the Glories be unto You! 💚

#boardexamexperience #victoryfromtheLord #boardexamstory #youcan #likesforlikes

[illuminating-dragons]

Lay Here In My Arms (11/14): Love Squared

Pairing: Lily Luna Potter/Leila Marcos (Fading Scars)/Tilly Ascough (Fading Scars)/Danny McEvoy (Fading Scars)

Summary:  Lily Luna Potter was born to love, and love well. All her partners agree.

Notes: For your pre-reading, I would highly recommend 'Pity the Living', which will give you some background on Danny, and 'A Sporting Good Time' (within the Fading Scars hub story), for some background on why the hell there's track and field at Hogwarts. I'm playing a bit fast and loose with what's known of other wizarding schools, but this was all I could find on Pottermore, and I made some educated guesses. I am also playing a bit fast and loose with French--I'm technically bilingual, but it's been a while. I also just didn't bother with accents, please don't murder me. And the Arabic is Google translate.

Leila

           “Potter!”

           Lily turned. So did Al, next to her. It was rather confusing; she’d prefer to be called by her first name. She couldn’t imagine how her other cousins managed with the constant “Weasley!”

           It was Professor MacMillan. Lily’s heart sank. Her Head of House was very strict, and if he’d heard about her helping Al, Rose and Scorp…

           Professor MacMillan didn’t look cross, though. He looked rather nervous. “How are you, Potter?”

           “Well enough, sir. Can I do something for you?”

           “I’d like you to come meet a new student. She’s been Sorted into Hufflepuff, and she could use a Badgerina’s help.”

           Al snorted at the name, but Lily was fiercely proud of the group. It was a long-standing Hufflepuff tradition, involving anyone who wanted to be in it. The only requirement was that someone be in Hufflepuff, and they had to do several good deeds and not get caught doing them in a year. This led to the group being made up of a lot of kind but sneaky people (several of whom were Hatstalls) and they had a lot of fun. Lily had joined her first year, and she found it almost as fun as Quidditch.

           “Can Hugo help me?” Lily asked, waving goodbye to Al as she set off with Professor MacMillan.

           “Of course. It’s just…she seems a bit shy. She’s from Koldovstoretz, but she wasn’t doing well there, so her parents sent her here.”

           “She must be lonely,” Lily sympathized.

           “Well, do your best to make her feel welcome,” MacMillan said. He gestured to the portrait. “She’s in the common room.”

           “What’s her name?” Lily asked.

           Professor MacMillan winced. “That’s the trouble, Lily. She won’t tell me.”

           “What?!”

           “You’ll see.”

           Confused, Lily stepped through. The common room was almost empty, like always at lunch time.

           A girl was sitting on the sofa, a trunk at her feet. She was wearing the Hogwarts uniform with a Hufflepuff scarf, but she also had a scarf on her head, sort of like the one Aunt Luna wore when Lys and Lorcan’s grandmother came to visit. What was it called again? The girl had a very pretty one; it was black with yellow flowers embroidered along the edges.

           “Hello!” Lily said. “I like your—is that a hijab?” There, she’d remembered it.  

           The girl didn’t answer, but she looked up at Lily.

           Worried that the girl would think she was being rude, Lily rushed on. “Welcome to Hogwarts. My name’s Lily, we’re in the same year. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

           The girl didn’t answer.

           “Please don’t be angry with me. I didn’t mean to be rude. I can go get someone else if you like?”

           The girl was still looking at Lily very intently. Then she said, slowly and carefully, “Je ne parle pas Anglais. Je parle Francais.”

           “What?” Then Lily understood. “Oh. Je parle un peu de Francais. Je m’appelle Lily.”

           “Je m’appelle Leila Marcos. Est-ce que c’est difficile, ecole dans un autre langue?”

           “Nos lecons sont en Anglais. C’est un ecole Anglais.”

           Leila leapt up. “Quoi? C’est France, non?”

           “Non. C’est E—um…Scotland? C’est Poudlard!” Lily was grateful that she’d learned the French word for Hogwarts.

           “QUOI?!”

           “Ou penses-tu que tu es?”

           “Beauxbatons!” Now Leila looked scared. Luckily, Lily knew what to do. She dashed to the fireplace and tossed some Floo powder in.

           “Shell Cottage!”

           Luckily Aunt Fleur was at home, and she was able to come through and help.

           Lily didn’t understand all of it, but she got the rest of the story as it was retold twice, first to a red-faced Professor MacMillan and then to a very confused Professor McGonagall.

           Leila was indeed from Koldovstoretz, but her family was from Morocco. The Russian school was a rough, demanding school, and Leila had hated it, especially because several of the other students made fun of her chunni (“Oh, it’s not a hijab! Sorry!”) and the teachers refused to let her pray. Her parents had taken her out, and decided to send her to Beauxbatons instead, since she was fluent in French as well as Russian and Arabic. But somehow her Portkey had gotten mixed up, and she’d appeared on the steps of Hogwarts. She’d explained to the house elves that she was a new student, and they’d dutifully gotten the Sorting Hat, and once she’d been deemed a Hufflepuff, brought her to Professor MacMillan.

           “The one time I decide to take a day off!” Professor McGonagall sighed, exasperated.

           The solution was obvious. Leila’s parents were contacted, and in the meantime Fleur offered to stay and act as translator. Lily stayed too. Her French was okay, and with Aunt Fleur there she was able to teach Leila how to play Exploding Snap. By the time the Marcos arrived, Leila was laughing and Lily had lost seven times.

           “Baba!” Leila rushed to her father’s side. The man hugged her tight. Her mother put a hand on her arm.

           Aunt Fleur started explaining, and Leila’s parents started talking. Leila finally interrupted.

           “Baba, est-ce que je peux rester ici? J’aime Poudlard—Hogwarts. J’aime Lily.”

           Leila’s mother looked at Lily. “My daughter wants to stay.” Her accent wasn’t as thick as her daughter’s. “But I am concerned about her understanding her lessons.”

           “I can help a bit,” Lily said. “I know some French.”

           “I learn language fast too,” Leila said slowly. “I can try.”

           “That’s good.” Lily thought for a second. “And really, a lot of our magic is in Latin anyways.”

           “Why don’t I come for your lessons, Leila?” Aunt Fleur looked excited. “My English has gotten much better, and I can translate when you’re confused. I can teach Lily more too, so you two can communicate.”

           “Yes.” Leila smiled shyly at Lily. “I can teach too.”

           “I’d love to learn more!” Lily said quickly.

           And so it was decided. Aunt Fleur would be Leila’s translator, and Lily was in all of her classes. She and Hugo, who’d learned some French too, helped Leila with writing homework, and encouraged Leila to try out for Quidditch. Leila, it turned out, was a natural on a broom, and she was one of the best Chasers Hogwarts had seen in ages.

           Leila’s English got better quickly—“I already know three languages, the fourth is not as hard”, and by Easter Aunt Fleur went back to full time midwifing. Leila and Lily still spent time together, and Leila was teaching Lily Arabic.

           “It’s a tricky language, but I like it.”

           Lily struggled a bit, but she did it anyways, because that meant spending time with Leila before the sun rose in the common room. They ate buns they begged from the House Elves and Leila taught her the characters and reading and a few new words every day.

           She also taught Lily what it meant to have a major, deep crush on someone.

           This sent her into a bit of a panic—not because Leila was a girl, or even because she was Sikh (her parents already knew that Leila was bisexual), but because how could someone feel all this at once and not explode? This terror and need and joy and glory—was this normal?

           She Flooed home and crawled into her mother’s bed for the first time in ages at midnight, and Mum helped her through it.

           “Lily,” Mum whispered, “darling, I don’t think you have a crush. I think you might be falling in love with this girl.”

           “I can’t be in love!” Lily protested. “I—I’m too—”

           “Age has nothing to do with it.” Mum sat up, careful not to wake Dad. Lily would talk to him later. Right now it was between her and Mum. “It’s about how you feel. And you need to tell her.”

           “What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

           “Then she doesn’t. But Lily, be honest with her and with yourself. You’ve always loved hard, darling, but you love true.”

           Lily returned to the Hufflepuff common room just before dawn. Leila was already there with two enormous cinnamon rolls. “Where were you?”

           “I went to see my Mum—my māmā.” Lily sat down. “Leila, I know you have a plan for teaching me words, but there’s something I want to learn.”

           “Sure.”

           “How do I say…how do I say ‘I love you’?”

           Leila handed her a cinnamon roll and picked up her quill. She wrote it out. “أحبك,” she answered out loud.

           “Then…أحبك, Leila,” Lily whispered.

           “أحبك, Lily.”

           “That’s how I said it!” Lily protested. She’d gotten the pronunciation right for sure!

           Then Leila kissed her, and she understood.

Tilly

           “Come on, Leila!” Lily stomped her foot. “We’re going to be late.”

           Leila poked her head out the door, chunni askew. “You’d better go on without me.”

           “No, what’s wrong?”

           Her girlfriend looked at her miserably. “I’ve…got a cold.”

           “No you don’t. Come on Lei, what’s wrong?”

           “I just…I don’t want to go.”

           “Why not?”

           “I don’t like running around.”

           Lily went over to her. “Well why didn’t you say anything?”

           “Because…well, we play Quidditch together. And I’m your girlfriend.”

           “Yes, but we don’t have to do everything together!

Leila fidgeted with her scarf. “Lily, can I just watch?”

           “Of course you can! You don’t have to come with me at all.”

           “I like watching you run,” Leila clarified. “You’re beautiful.”

           Lily blushed. “Come on. I’m going to be late.”

           Lily bent over, breathing heavily.

           “Well done, Lily,” Coach Ryker said. “You’ll be a great addition to the team.”

           Lily beamed, her hair tumbling into her face.

           “Here, use this.”

           Lily looked up. And up.

           The girl in front of her was nearly a head taller. Everything about her seemed long and dark; long dark legs and arms, long dark hair that was barely held back by a bright yellow hair tie. She was holding out a pink one to Lily, and dark piercing eyes examined her over full lips turned up in a smile.

           “Mine break all the time. Still haven’t found a good spell for them.” The girl moved her hand. “I’m Matilda Ascough. Nice to meet you.”

           “Lily Luna Potter.” Lily took the hair tie and put her hair up, her skin hot. “I haven’t seen you around before this year.”

           “I’ve actually been going to Muggle school. Dad wanted me to get a chance to compete before I committed to magic.”

           “What’s your sport?”

           “Javelin and shot put.” Her arms looked like it. “You’re a good runner.”

           Lily shrugged. “I played football last year, and Uncle Dean said I might be better at this. I liked the running more than the game. Quidditch is more fun. Don’t tell him I said that.”

           “I wanted to try out for Quidditch, but technically I’m a first year, so I can’t play yet. Maybe next year.”

           “How old are you?”

           “Fifteen.”

           “So you won’t graduate until you’re twenty-two?!”

           “I might only go until OWLS. I’m not sure what I want yet.” Matilda smiled. “Suppose I should figure that out.”

           “Lily, you were wonderful!” Leila ran up and took her hand, beaming. “I’ve never seen you run so fast!”

           “She’s built for distance running,” Matilda said. Lily couldn’t stop her blush.

           Leila tilted her head. “Who are you?”

           “Matilda Ascough. Suppose you two can call me Tilly, Matilda’s a name for a much more grown up person.”

           “Hi. I’m Leila, Lily’s girlfriend.”

           “I know, I’ve seen you two around. You’re an adorable couple.” Tilly shook Leila’s hand. “Do you run?”

           “No, I fly. I’m a Chaser.”

           Tilly laughed. “Excellent! Think you could give me some pointers? I want to try out for that next year. I guess we’ll be on different teams…”

           For the first time, Lily noticed the red and gold on her nails.

           “I think we are.” Leila smiled tightly, putting an arm around Lily.

           Tilly smiled. “Well, why don’t we see about that on a date? By the lake after dinner tonight?”

           Leila blinked. “I told you, we’re girlfriends! Not friends.”

           “I was including both of you in that ‘we’, Tilly drawled. She winked at them. “What do you say?”

           Lily stared at Leila in shock. “Both of us?” She would never cheat on Leila. She loved her, loved her deeply.

           But Tilly was beautiful, and Leila had noticed too. And there was something there, something that felt right now that they were both in front of her.

           Lily looked at Leila. You okay with trying this? It’s sudden…

           Leila answered out loud. “We’ll be there.”

           “Lovely!” Tilly took Leila and Lily’s hands and kissed them. “See you later, lovelies!”

           That night they stayed out until the stars came out, and Tilly showed them how two could become three so very easily.

           “Alright, that’s it for today everyone, class dismissed. Read chapter four for next week, and this one will be tested.” Dad hesitated as everyone began to pack up. “Lily Luna, can you stay here a moment?”

           “Sure, Dad.” Lily kissed Leila’s cheek. “Save me a seat.”

           She saw her father frown, and she tensed. What was wrong? Was she about to get a lecture about making sure her relationship didn’t interfere with OWL studying?

           Dad waited until everyone was out of the room before he beckoned Lily closer.

           “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it,” Lily said. She had done a few things, but there was no way Dad could know yet.

           To her surprise, that made her father look sad. “I’m not angry, Li-lu. Just…can you sit down a moment?”

           Lily stayed on her feet, worried now. “Dad?”

           Her father took her hands. “I suppose there’s no easy way to say this. Lily…I saw Leila kissing Matilda Ascough. I thought you should know.”

           Lily burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it.

           “I’m not joking, Li-lu. I wish I was—”

           “No, Dad. I know you’re not. It’s just…” Lily trailed off. She hadn’t told her family about the latest development in her love life yet, because she didn’t really know how to say it. But clearly that had been a mistake.

           “What is it? Have you two broken up?”

           “No,” Lily said quickly. “It’s just Tilly…well, she’s with us now, too.”

           “I beg your pardon?”

           “It’s called polyamory. Tilly and Leila and I all like each other, so we’re all dating. It’s different, but I like it. We feel a bit more balanced now.”

           Dad was still staring at her.

           “I know it’s unusual,” Lily said, “and I know I should have told you and Mum, but it’s only been about two weeks, and I didn’t really know how to explain it.”

           Her Dad smiled. “Well, that’s lovely, Li-lu.”

           “Really?”

           “Sweetheart, all I want is for you to be happy. I’ll admit that this is a bit new to me, but as long as you’re all kind to each other I don’t see why it can’t work.”

           “We will,” Lily promised. “Tilly explained.”

           “Yes…” her Dad furrowed his brow. “She’s a bit older than you, isn’t she?”

           “Not by much.”

           “Well, I’ll have to have her by for tea with Mum and I to see her. Just to get to know her better, you see. But that’s fine. Is that relationship public?”

           “Not yet. Like I said, we’re still learning.” But it was so lovely to learn.

           “Alright. Then I’ll refrain from making jokes?”

           “Dad!”

           “I’m your Professor and your father, it’s my right!”

Danny makes Four

           Lily positively hated NEWTS.

           She and Leila had to spend nearly all their time studying, and for what reason? Lily had no idea what she wanted to do after Hogwarts, only that she didn’t want to do anything anyone in her family was doing. She wanted her own place, her own job.

           Leila was studying almost for fun (Aunt Hermione loved Leila’s colour-coding schemes)—she was brilliant, she could do whatever she wanted. But Leila was confused too. Professor MacMillan told them not to worry, that something would come up, and they should just work hard until they figured out a solution.

           Tilly was still a year away from OWLs, but she went to the library with the two of them. She was a good motivation for getting their work done quickly and correctly—that meant more time spent doing more interesting activities. Roxanne had already kicked the three of them out twice that year for those ‘activities’, although she should bloody talk.

           One night in January Lily simply couldn’t concentrate. It was another stupid paper for Transfiguration, and she loved that class but honestly she just didn’t care anymore, and she was tired, and Tilly and Leila were in a sort-of row and still hadn’t made up. Lily put her forehead on her knees and sighed deeply.

           Then she screamed in surprise.

           There was a boy under the table a few feet away, holding a cat.

           “What’s going on?” It was Roxanne’s voice, amplified.

           “Sorry, Roxy,” Lily called. “I got startled. I’m alright.”

           “Was it one of your girlfriends?” Her cousin’s voice was amused.

           “No!’ Lily said indignantly.

           “Alright then.”

           Tilly and Leila were staring at her like she’d gone mad, but Lily crawled under the table. The boy looked about her age, but she didn’t recognize him. There were a lot of kids in her year; twenty-six in the female Hufflepuff dormitory alone. Dad called it the baby boom.

           “Hullo,” Lily said. The boy looked scared, and he backed away from her a bit. “Are you okay? Do you want me to get Roxy?”  

           “Roxy?”

           “Madam Blythe,” Lily corrected herself.

           “Oh. No thank you. I’m alright down here.”

           Lily hesitated. Something about this boy was familiar. But it wasn’t him she was thinking of, it was of another cousin, who had two partners just like she did, who clung to a string of worry-beads on bad days.

           “Do you want to be alone?”

           “I don’t mind it,” the boy said.

           That settled that. Lily scooched a bit closer, her hands on her knees. “Nice to meet you. I’m Lily.”

           “Danny. I’m okay, really. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just easier to think down here, sometimes.”

           “Lily? Who are you talking to?” Tilly’s head was upside down, and her ponytail was falling in her face. “Oh, hi. Want more company?”

           “You three were studying,” Danny protested. “I don’t really need—”

           “It’s not always about need,” Lily said, remembering what Uncle George had told her. “It’s about what you want.”

           Danny blushed. His cat purred.

           Lily held out her hand, and the cat rubbed her head against it. “Beautiful cat,” Lily crooned. “What’s she called?”

           “Alice.” Danny stroked Alice’s fur, calmer now as Tilly and Leila joined them under the table. “Hi.”

           “I’m Leila, this is Tilly.”

           “Do you need anything?” Lily asked Danny. “Chocolate, tea, stiff Firewhiskey?”

           Danny looked startled.

           “My cousin Freddie has anxiety,” Lily explained. “He says the last one’s not always the best idea, but it’ll do in a pinch. So long as you have plenty of water.”

           Danny relaxed. “I just needed to be under the table. It helps a lot.”

           “Really?” Leila blinked. “I would have thought it’d be claustrophobic.”

           “Nope. I don’t have that problem. Just the anxiety. It comes out in my magic, which is why I have Alice. She makes it a lot easier. And hiding under here…it’s like a small, safe room.”

           Lily nodded. “Okay. Well, what do you want to talk about?”

           “I…don’t know? You can pick.”

           Lily hesitated, but she asked the one question she hated having to answer most, but everyone else seemed to love. “What do you want to do after school?”

           Danny’s face lit up. “I want to run a home for children.”

           “You do?”

           “Yeah. I mean, I had brilliant parents, and my sister Ellie—she’s the one who got the Headmaster to help me when I was little. But if I hadn’t had them…I don’t know what I would have done. Who I’d be. And we’ve learned so much about war orphans, and it’s still a problem when kids don’t have godparents, or they want to just leave home.”

           “Or if their relatives don’t want them.” Lily thought of her Dad, of God-Grandfather Sirius, of Bailey Longbottom (but born Bailey Harvey). “Or if they’re Muggleborn and in a bad place.”

           “Yes, exactly! And I…well, I like kids. Kids are great! I want to take care of them, but I don’t want to have kids myself. There’s plenty who are alive who need a home.”

           “I think that’s brilliant,” Leila said.

           “You do?” Danny smiled shyly. “I know it’s not exactly magical or exciting…”

           “It could be!” Tilly clapped her hands. “You could have programs for the little ones so they could learn before they come to Hogwarts, and do plays and sports and stuff!”

           “And there would be different kinds of kids, right? Maybe even from other countries; I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a wizard’s home for children.” Leila was tugging at her chunni. “And you’d want to make sure everyone learns about the world.”

           “And you could design the place so everyone felt welcome,” Lily finished. As she spoke, a design was taking shape in her mind. Astoria Malfoy had taught her the basics of architecture last summer, but Lily had given up when she realized how dull architecture could be. But building a house like this…and living in it, making it a home for anyone who crossed its threshold…

           She stopped. “Sorry, Danny, we didn’t want to run away with your idea.”  

           But Danny’s smile was huge. “No, this is great! I need help for sure. I know the legal parts of it—you know, figuring out adoption and guardianship and money and all that. But I was worried about how to do the rest alone.” He blushed. “I’ve needed lots of under the table thinking for that.”

           “I think we should do it,” Tilly said. “At least get started. We can build the house and sort out all the details we can, then get started.”

           “But we’re all very young ourselves,” Leila replied. “Do we really know much about taking care of children?”

           Then Lily had a thought. “What about the Shelter?”

           “The one Coach Dean works at?”

           “Yeah, with Parvati and Aunt Fleur. They mostly help grownups, but sometimes they have children with them. We could ask them for help, and maybe they could help us for the first couple of years.”

           “And I was going to leave after OWLs anyways,” Tilly said. “I could get started learning about childhood development, I’d get into uni easily.”

           Danny eyes were bright. “You really want to help?”

           “I have a wonderful family,” Lily said. “Wonderful people who love me, and I grew up happy. Everyone should have that chance.”

           “Can we really be parents, though?” Leila asked. “I mean, we’re all technically adults now, but…we’re still pretty young.”

           “That’s something I worried about at first,” Danny admitted. “But maybe…maybe we don’t have to be parents, at first? Maybe we can just be grownups who are taking care of them? And it’s going to take a little while to set up properly, anyways. We need funds.”

           “We need plans,” Leila said.

           “We need training,” Tilly said.

           “And we need a home,” Lily said.

           All that was an awful lot of work, but it was work at last. And Lily had a feeling that by the time they had that done, they’d be ready.

           She also noticed that Leila was eyeing Danny in more than a friendly way, and Alice was in Tilly’s arms already. And Danny had lovely eyes. He was looking at them too, more hesitant, but when Lily raised an eyebrow at him, his smile grew bigger, and he reached out for Lily’s hand.

           And that day in January, under a table in the Hogwarts library, Lily had a feeling that when they did this work, they would do it together, all four of them, bound by the same love.

           And that’s precisely what happened.

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92 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @rawbug (thank you!)

Rules: answer these 92 statements (oh boy) and tag 20 people (oh boy 😩)

Well you better get comfy.

LAST

1. drink: tea

2. phone call: the vegan supermarket lmao

3. text message: "hola :) Bien creo que ya tengo todas. Casi exacta la cantidad que escogí jaja" which roughly translates to "Hi :) Great, I think I have all I need. I chose almost the exact amount haha". I was talking about my photography project with one of the models.

4. song you listened to: Get Home (feat. Konoba)-RO. I think I already mentioned this one in another tag but it's just soooo good.

5. time you cried: 🤔 I don't remember tbh. Might have been last week.

HAVE YOU:

6. dated someone twice: no

7. kissed someone and regretted it: God yes 😩

8. been cheated on: technically no, but a guy once dumped me for another girl.

9. lost someone special: sadly, yes

10. been depressed: yes

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: yes ew never again.

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14. Baby blue, blush pink and maybe a pastel or muted purple.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. made new friends: yes, in college and my summer abroad trip to Spain.

16. fallen out of love: no, I haven't even fallen in

17. laughed until you cried: no I never have how does it feel like? Am I dead inside?

18. found out someone was talking about you: No, at least not any bad things. There's a guy that thinks I don't like him but that's not true, it's just that I'm brutally honest and maybe I come off as rude? Socializing is hard guys.

19. met someone who changed you: ...🤔. No.

20. found out who your friends are: In college, yes. But my two High School BFFs and I are still going strong thankfully.

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

GENERAL:

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know: I've met all of them if that's what you mean, although some I haven't seen in a long time so I'm not really sure I know them anymore.

23. do you have any pets: Yes! Three cats (one's my mother's actually but idc it counts). We also have three dogs but those aren't actually my pets. I love dogs but cats are life.

24. do you want to change your name: Meh I don't love it but change it? It's too much of a hassle and I don't even know what would I name myself. (the hulk? "Friends" reference don't mind me)

25. what did you do for your last birthday: The day before I celebrated with my mom. We went shopping, went to the spa, and watched Guardians of The Galaxy Vol. 2. On my actual birthday I went to a club with a friend, which was cool. Plot twist, I don't really like clubs.

26. what time did you wake up: today at 8 so much time wasted help 😩

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Trying to fall asleep.

28. Wut

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Last night.

30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I've never gotten my autoimmune disease.

31. what are you listening to right now: nothing

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: My cat is named Tom, does that count? I think it does.

33. something that is getting on your nerves: my older siblings always get on my nerves. And not waking up early.

34. most visited websites: Youtube and rn Tumblr. Also UserTesting.

LOST QUESTIONS:

35. mole/s: A lot. Like, a lot you guys. I don't hate them but I ain't gonna count them either.

36. mark/s: One in my thigh. It comes from my mother. I also have a lot of scars does that count?

37. childhood dream: being a dancer.

38. hair color: Brunette. Fun fact: in some light conditions it looks red.

39. long or short hair: Long

40. do you have a crush on someone: I have like a thousand celebrity crushes but that's about it.

41. what do you like about yourself: Uhh..I'm resilient?

42. piercings: none

43. blood type: A-

44. nickname: Lilo

45. relationship status: single maybe ready to mingle? Idk

46. zodiac: Pisces

47. pronouns: she/her

48. favorite tv show: 😩 but there's so manyyyy. Supernatural, and Teen Wolf. And Flash. And Friends. This could go on for hours you guys Imma stop here.

49. tattoos: One, on the back of my neck.

50. right or left hand: Lefty all the way

51. surgery: Yes, in my feet (yes, both of them)

52. hair dyed in different color: I once dyed it red at the tips but didn't bleach it. Now it's gone.

53. sport: Is dancing a sport? I think it is.

54. hello, number 54.

55. vacation: every year, with my family and my friends.

56. pair of trainers: Adidas Superstar I luv them they so comfy.

MORE GENERAL:

57. eating: Mango!

58. drinking: tea again

59. I’m about to: idk maybe do some exercise.

60. Derp.

61. waiting for: Number 60

62. want: more stationery help

63. get married: Mehh, it's not one of my priorities.

64. career: Future concept artist at Disney (hopefully)

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. hugs or kisses: hugs

66. lips or eyes: eyes

67. shorter or taller: taller

68. older or younger: older

69. Lmao

70. nice arms or nice stomach: arms arms arms

71. sensitive or loud: neither are those even opposites?

72. Hookup or relationship: relationship

73. troublemaker or hesitant: neither what is this?

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. kissed a stranger: ew yes never again

75. drank hard liquor: yes whoops

76. lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes 😩

77. turned someone down: Sadly yes

78. sex in the first date: no

79. broken someone’s heart: yes

80. had your heart broken: hell yes that's what I get for rejecting that boy in elementary school.

81. been arrested: no

82. cried when someone died: yes

83. fallen for a friend: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. yourself: sometimes. It comes and goes 🤷🏻‍♀️

85. miracles: ehhh...no

86. love at first sight: no

87. Santa Claus: yes jk no

88. kiss on the first date: yes

89. This is anticlimactic

OTHER:

90. current best friend name: Maripaz

91. eye color: Brown

92. favorite movie: Gawd this changes over time. Right now I'm pretty happy with the first three episodes of Star Wars (I, II, and III)

Now tag 20 people 🤔 @problematicprocrastinator @lilystvdies @haphazardstudy @amsterdamstudies @getshitdonetbh @missuniversity @pennyfynotes and ahhh I can’t think of anybody else, if you want to do this you’re tagged! 

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92 Things About Me

tysm @sleepwalkerphan  for tagging me in this! it’s 2am and I’m procrastinating the heck out of writing so this is perfect lmao.

also I’ll put most of the things below the cut so keep reading if ya wanna know 92 fun facts about me

edit: this took me almost an hour to do and towards the end, I basically confess my entire life so have fun reading that lmao. like i seriously have a realisation about how idk what i’m doing with my life hahahaha

THE LAST..

1. Drink : Water #stayhydrated 2. Phone call : mum 3. Text Message : a gif of phil being scared in bed (even my irl friends are trash) 4. Song You Listened To : currently listening to Taro - alt-J 5. Time You Cried : On sunday I cried over a renovation reality tv show (??? yeah idk either, bro) the apartments just looked so nice and the team I liked got kicked off the show.

HAVE YOU EVER..

6. Dated Someone Twice : nope 7. Been Cheated On : nope 8. Kissed Someone And Regretted It : YES (smh @ me) 9. Lost Someone Special : thankfully no 10. Been Depressed : i honestly don’t know. i think I have but am so freaking stubborn at admitting I have had depressive episodes in the past 11. Got Drunk And Thrown Up : YES OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE HAD SO MANY BAD TIMES. DON’T DRINK WINE AND THEN A MILKSHAKE AND THEN DANCE ON A BEACH. YOU WILL ONLY END UP THROWING UP IN A GARBAGE BIN OUTSIDE A KEBAB STORE (it wasn’t even after midnight, that’s the most embarrassing thing) 

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS :

12. Green 13. Pink 14. Turquoise

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU..

15. Made New Friends : yes!! so many new and amazing friends 16. Fallen Out Of Love : nope. 17. Laughed Until You Cried : laughing until I cry is me every time 18. Found Out Someone Was Talking About You : yes (you would think that adults would stop teen behaviours lol) 19. Met Someone Who Changed You : yes, the last year included so much change. 20. Found Out Who Your True Friends Are : Yes. Just gonna put it out there: traveling for an extensive period of time overseas really shows who your true friends are and who are the snakes. 21. Kissed Someone On Your Facebook List : hahahaha yes (too mant rip) 22.How Many Of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know In Real Life :  probably almost all of them (so like 550) only a few on there are my internet friends 23. Do You Have Any Pets : nope and I probs wont get another pet for a long long time 24. Do You Want To Change Your Name : NO!!!!!!! Teddii is a blessing although I would change my last name (it’s two surnames joined together and it makes life difficult because it’s so long) 25. What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday : went out for dinner at a mexican place, won a few dollars on the pokies and then went out clubbing (also i got a fine rip me) 26. What Time Did You Wake Up This Morning: 11am OOPS (i slept in and missed uni) 27. What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night : probably making a gif 28. Name Something You Cannot Wait For : FINISHING UNI AND MOVING TO THE UK (hopefully to do my masters in global terrorism at the uni of london but if not i really wanna get a 1 year working visa and just do some hospitality work before I start a career) 29. When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mother : like 4 hours ago when we were watching tv 30. What Is One Thing You Could Change About Your Life : I wish I had a UK passport, it would make life a lot easier for me if I had dual citizenship instead of a boring Australian passport 31. What Are You Listening To Right Now : alt-J, a live performance of Taro  32. Have You Ever Talked To A Person Named Tom : I know so many Tom’s it’s ridiculous 33. Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves : PEOPLE!!! WHO!! THINK!! THAT!! IF YOUR DEGREE!! ISN’T STEM!! THEN IT ISN’T!! HARD!!!! (i’m looking @ every friend who does a stem degree and always laughs at how my degree must be so easy because it doesn’t include math)

34. Most Visited Websites : tumblr, youtube, my uni’s website, facebook 35. Elementary : v great time, got bullied heaps but still had fun 36. High School : problematic fave. honestly my time at high school can fill a 500 page essay. being right next to a beach and river was actually gr8, the endless issues weren’t so good. 37. College/University : it has been a wild ride. I swapped degrees so I still have around 2 years left but uni has been my fave so far 38. Hair Colour : PINK!!!! (naturally ginger) 39. Long or Short Hair : long 40. Do You Have A Crush On Someone : nope (which is a shocker) 41. What Do You Like About Yourself : I like my individuality and independance 42. Piercings : 2x lobes, 1x helix, 1x nose. (i’m thinkng about getting my conch in a few weeks) 43. Blood Type : O+ 44. Nickname : ted, teddii bear, sideshow bob, cotton candy 45. Relationship Status : hella single 46. Zodiac Sign : Cancer (aka my birthday is soon hell yeah) 47. Pronouns : she/her. 48. Favourite Tv Show : STAR TREK: VOYAGER WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVOURITE 49. Tattoos : crescent moon on my right wrist (i sorta don’t like how it turned out but after a year I have grown to appreciate the meaning) 50. Right Or Left Hand : Left handed (aka another reason why Dan is my spirit animal)

FIRST..

51. Surgery : i got a bunch of teeth removed when I was like 4/5  52. Word : baba or ma  53. Sport : soccer  54. Vacation : i actually can’t remember my first vacation. probs Sydney tbh idk I went a lot of places when I was young 55. Pair Of Trainers : probably something Adidas tbh

WHAT ARE YOU..

56. Eating : nothing 57. Drinking : water 58. Reading : nothing at the moment besides uni textbooks 59. I’m About To : I should say sleep but I’ll probably just watch youtube 60. Listening To : Breezeblocks by alt-J (can you see a recurring theme with my music questions?) 61. Waiting For : GoT SEASON 7 AKA MY BIRTHDAY (honestly feel so blessed to grow older and watch new GoT on the same day) 62. Craving For : MONEYYYYYYY. ya girl is unemployed thanks to the bad habit of planning last minute overseas holidays 63. Do you wanna get married : eventually but at the same time it doesn’t worry me 64. Going To Do When You Get Older : ????? ?????? ????? you would think I would have an idea but tbh idk. I’m studying International Relations and I want to do a postgrad in global terrorism. But career wise I have no bloody idea. I would like to work in the UN or UNESCO or for the Australian Government in an embassy. but at the same time I also want to be a travel photographer and just ignore my degree (idk adult life is hard)

YOUR TYPE..

65. Hugs or Kisses : HUGS 66. Lips or Eyes : eyes! <3333 67. Short or Tall : tall guys!!! but short girls are my weakness!! 68. Young or Old : HA haHA HA old 69. Nice Arms Or Nice Stomach : slight preference for nice arms because tummys are cute no matter what 70. Sensitive or Loud : I am both of those things so, por que no las dos? 71. Hook Up or Relationship : relationship (although I can’t relate because i am eternally single) 72. Troublemaker or Hesitant : I prefer when people are upfront instead of hiding stuff from me so I guess that means troublemaker?

HAVE YOU EVER..

73. Kissed A Stranger : yes 74. Drank Hard Liquor : yes (love me some vodka) 75. Lost Eye glasses or contact lenses : not yet thankfully 76. Turned Someone Down : YES! (there is nothing wrong with turning people down.) 77. Sex On First Date : no 78. Broken Someone’s Heart : yes and I still feel bad 79. Had Your Heart Broken : yep 80. Been Arrested : yes (kind of, long story) 81. Cried When Someone Died : yes. although I tend to go more numb instead of crying. idk it’s weird because I cry about everything but death kinda makes me become numb 82. Fallen For A Friend : yes (oops)

DO YOU BELIEVE IN..

83. In Yourself : yes although I need to believe in myself a lot more 84. Miracles : yes 85. Love At First Sight : yes and no. I believe it exists but I feel like a lot of people believe that they are experiencing love at first sight when in reality it is infatuation/lust. 86. Santa Claus : this question conflicts me because the logical side of me says no but the optimistic child side of me refuses to accept the truth 87. Kiss On The First Date : yeah 88. Angels : nah, not for me

OTHER..

89. Current best friend’s name : do i have a best friend? not really. again, it’s a weird time for me when it comes to friends. 90. Eye Colour : um blue with green and grey mixed in (it’s so hard to describe but yeah, those three) 91. Favourite singer/Band : Ed Sheeran, Mumford & Sons, al-J (i love them all a lot.) 92. Favourite Movie : Avatar. yes the blue alien one. It’s lame but I fell in love with the na’vi culture and it kinda helped get me obsessed with scifi.

And that’s a wrap!

If anyone actually read all that I hope you enjoyed my (very) late night confessions. Idk who to tag so if you see this and want to do it feel free to do so! Also, come hit up my inbox/messages if you wanna be my friend after reading this, I wanna make some friends on this hellsite

#tag game #92 questions #that took ages but it was fun #i hope you all know me a little bit better #aka i'm boring

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Art for All: Celebrate Diversity in Design—Volume 4

Welcome back to our Diversity in Design series on Envato Tuts+. Discover four talented artists with inspiring styles you'll love.

4 Artists You Should Know: Diversity in Design

Celebrate the work of these extraordinary artists. Each with their own unique background, they draw inspiration from their culture and surroundings to create phenomenal illustrations.

Ndumiso Nyoni

Ndumiso is a motion graphic designer from Johannesburg, South Africa.

Film and design are his passion, and Ndumiso's work features Afrocentric illustrations with brilliant colors and geometry. See more in his portfolio, or follow him on Instagram @ndumiso_nyoni. 

X-Men: Storm

I'm a Johannesburg based Illustrator and Motion Designer and I make contemporary African art. My art is a combination of vector illustration, bold line work with vibrant colors and a touch of light and shadow effects.

X-Men: Storm

After Midnight

Almost all my work is inspired by Africa and its beautiful people. It is a continent that is filled with rich textures, bold colors, carefully crafted shapes and diverse cultures. My goal is to celebrate Africa with each artwork and portray it as the positive, fertile and vibrant continent we know and live in.

After Midnight

Nomaqhawe (Mother of Heroes)

Nomaqhawe (Mother of Heroes)

I Am Not My Hair

I’m a huge fan of traditional Ndebele patterns, so naturally Esther Mahlangu’s work has inspired a lot of my art. I learnt about Bauhaus at university and that has also influenced how I conceptualize my art. Some of my favourite artists include Esther Mahlangu, Malika Farve and Gerard Sekoto.

I Am Not My Hair

Joanne Nam

Joanne is a fine artist and painter living in LA.

Her paintings are dreamy and ethereal, featuring scenes that pull you in with incredible little moments. See more in her portfolio, and support her work on Pateron @joannenam.

Floe

I was born in Korea and moved to America in my teens. I'm currently based in Los Angeles, and I love to paint based on my experiences and emotions.

Floe

Buttery

My inspiration comes from my childhood. I used to live in a forest so it was an interesting subject to daydream from time to time. Current life experiences and relationships between people and myself change the mood of my art. Even a cup of tea changes my mood and it affects my art.

Buttery

Fate

Fate

The Dream

As I grow as an artist, I've learned how to control my emotions and energy. I sometimes do certain things to change my mood when I paint. For example, I go to the gym to put confident bold brush strokes in my paintings. Then I listen to delicate music to dig into the details.

The Dream

Alex Herrerías

Our next artist is Alex, a children's book illustrator living in Mexico.

He tells inspiring stories of triumph and tradition, and his work features lovely illustrations with mythological themes and more. See more in his portfolio, or follow him on Instagram @alexherreriasilustrador. 

El Aprendizaje - The learning

I am a professor at the School of Arts and Design of Unam and I have become a father for the first time this year. My work is currently published in different parts of the world.

El aprendizaje - The learning

El Hombre Que Nunca Reía

I am working on my own graphic novel and I enjoy every project I do. I try to create a very comfortable work environment, with music, coffee and lots of sunlight.

El Hombre Que Nunca Reía

Tú Eliges

Tú Eliges

The Surfing Luchador

Drawing in my notebook is of the utmost importance, I try to be very dynamic and honest with each idea.

For my process, I read books, see references and listen to music concerning it. Each illustrated project brings me a lot of personal learning. Then I draw the first ideas in my notebook and a larger final sketch before I send it to the client. The tools I use are usually: a pencil, notebooks, a Wacom Intuos and Adobe Photoshop.

The Surfing Luchador

Yifan Wu

Yifan is an editorial illustrator living in Baltimore, Maryland.

Her work is unique and profound, with beautiful subjects that will make you think. See more in her portfolio, and follow her on Instagram @icyfeetpie.

Let the Moonlight Soothe Your Soul

I am a visual artist and storyteller. I enjoy nature, funk, indie rock, dancing, reading and intellectual conversations.

Let the Moonlight Soothe Your Soul

Watercolor - What Is Reading to Me

A lot of my work is inspired by nature, life and fantasy stories. There are also other pieces that express my quirky sense of humor and satire.

Conceptually, I get inspired from Kafka’s novels, 60s Polish animations, and illustrators who do brilliant conceptual work like Saul Steinberg and Roland Tapor.

Watercolor - What Is Reading to Me

Boating

Boating

Respect Pussy

Making art is my way to escape from nihilism and connect to the world by raising questions for my audience to think. I believe that artists should take on the responsibility of providing a clearer and deeper insight into the world.

Respect Pussy

Celebrate Diversity! Send Us Your Favorite Artists!

Help us find more incredible artists from different backgrounds to share with our audience! Tweet me your recommendations at MelloNieves or use the hashtags #artforall and #tutsplusdesign on Twitter and Instagram. You never know, we may just feature you in our next article!

I'd like to extend a warm thank you to all the artists who participated in this feature. Feel free to see more of their work in the links below:

Ndumiso Nyoni

Joanne Nam

Alex Herrerías

Yifan Wu

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