#its my first time taking an art challenge seriously lmao

[faux-fires]

reached level 70 in the new wow expansion!

some dragonflight thoughts:

I really, really enjoyed levelling this expansion. I hit level 70 relatively quickly almost entirely by questing; I did every side quest, detoured to look at any interesting thing I found, stopped to talk to any NPC with a speech bubble and /pet any animal the game would let me.

The quests felt really personal and really thoughtful; I could feel the love the developers have for this game in every little detail. Loved the stronger use of personal dialogue options too, reflecting our individual characters; several times i got unique dialogue options in places where it was appropriate, like a vendor asking me my feelings on shoes and my draenei being able to point at her hooves! i was really drawn into the world and enjoyed it so much.

The newer generation of developers really have an interest in diversity in a way that I genuinely never thought I’d see in this game and I loved it. There was more lgbt content in one zone than wow had in its first six expansions, lmao.

Old characters coming back! it’s really nice to see all these old familiar faces and how they’ve changes (or haven’t). pan the kind returns as a stablemaster in a little camp in the azure span and still calls me huntmaster, the shipwright from kul tiras recruitment quest line is hanging about chatting boat building with the tuskarr, the melon-chopping zandalari has moved ON from melons and will THANK YOU not to bring them up... they didn’t have to be there, they don’t give quests or serve as anything but flavour, but it really helps the world feel more alive. still love the effort on giving wrathion unique bouncy hair, lmfao, although glad to see alexstrasza’s jewellery also moving in cutscenes. also, facial expressions!

other thoughts:

- the tuskarr in the azure span - FINALLY i get to be on the giving end of a “secretly a dragon” questline...

- i really loved the centaur in the plains, their culture was explained to you naturally through the course of the questlines AND there’s an achievement to /pet all their adorable working dogs! plus the khan being Deaf and the devs taking the time to program sign language gestures in for when she communicates with her aide, and put in a whole thing about not distracting her Good Boy service dog while he’s working...

- the black dragonflight bickering, lmao. i mean, im gonna choose wrathion, bro gave me THREE legendaries (step up ur game sab), but it’s good to see wrathion finally getting challenged. even if it feels like,

wrathion: woe is me for i am the last black dragon. woe. my life is terrible and lonely and hard. ebyssian: sup, you’re impulsive sabellion: you’re annoying and impulsive wrathion: wow i wish i was the last black dragon

- the zone art teams and the music designers really knocking it out the park, huh? when merithra let me into the dream area at the end of the plains questline i said “WOW” out loud and not in an accusatory “seriously?” way

- dragon riding is amazing and I love it. It’s so much fun and SO fast. i already sort of played at that system with previous flying - i liked to dive when my winged mounts played their “glide” animation, and weave through trees - so doing it for real has been utterly amazing. i spent hours after dracthyr came out just climbing up high places and yeeting myself off them with soar; soar does not hold a CANDLE to real dragon riding.

- all in all, i absolutely love it

- but blizzard still owe me real life money for subjecting me to the cheese vendor “gorgonzormu”, the wine vendor “zinfandormu” and for the pond full of “mudfin frenzy” piranhas, except for the two extra piranhas hanging out together at the back, who were called “best frienzy”. it’s the Moist Owlette situation all over again.

#world of warcraft

[poruvoron]

AAA  I feel bad for being inactive for the last few days but I swear I’m making stuff :D

I’m dedicating this week to finishing the Mob May prompts on twitteroo and zine work 

gonna repost them all when the week’s done~!

#im trying to go all out for shigeo til his bday #gonna post them all together in one post when the week's done! #its my first time taking an art challenge seriously lmao #you can view the current ones I already did on twitter tho~ I go by the same handle! #yushi.txt #ps I slept a lot and feel super recharged its like I can almost do anything

[sugar-petals]

Can u introduce yuzuru to us the caro way?👀

so you want to know about the one and only. ♡😌

yuzuru hanyū (25) of sendai, japan: the most beautiful ice prince with a heart of gold.

….an artist clearly not of this world, he’s been sent to us from another realm. 19 world records, two olympics won, dubbed the greatest figure skater of all time. and the most precious bean on top of that.

but let’s start from the beginning, shall we ♥︎

so, want to spot yuzu on the ice? use this checklist. slender silhouette, an even slimmer waist, feather-like outfits (he sketches those himself; the fandom lovingly calls him swanyu), soft blushy face. he has great androgyny.

outside of performances, you see him either with a deer’s gaze or the brightest, biggest eye smile. also, he’s usually found sitting with his wife: 

which is the ice 😄 these two are together forever. you can discern yuzu from a mile away by how he treats his working ground. 

there is a purity to him. you’d not guess that this is one of the most ardent athletes if you didn’t see what’s around his neck after competitions. the guy’s cuteness is as compelling as his skating technique.

look for it: yuzu’s face is super suave and rosy up close, even after his most energetic performances. some men are handsome, others pretty, he is both. 

even acoustically, he’s hard to miss. applause is all around, and he’s highly expressive. if you see a crying young man getting the high score, that’s yuzuru hanyu. you’ve not seen more beautiful happy tears.

and score reactions, anyway:

so, aye loves, the rumors are true. a cutie-pie off the ice, animated, a real unabashed meme — yuzu is easy-going, talkative. cheery, cheeky, one of a kind. his facial expressions are a league of their own.

if you thought this is the sort of guy who watches cat videos, you are correct 😄

yuz-uwu hanyu, everybody:

his undoubtedly feline behaviour is often unexpected, it stands out with its adorableness, too. a sweetheart par excellence. 

and, how else could it be: vice versa, the big beast on the rink. he’s cutesy, dorky, very well-spoken in daily life, but when it comes to skating, his seriousness escalates. you blink once and suddenly hanyu is a bedazzling, strutting lion :’D his performances stun with confident elegance.

he becomes full of ardor, drama, and focus. you’d never suspect so much fire burns in him. a showman and ambition icon, hands down. 

his skating is dynamic, perfected, and emotional. if you want to see art and the extra mile, tune in when hanyu competes.

the downside is; more light, more shadow. it leaves him crawling on the ice afterwards. yuzu performs so hard, it’s worrying.

he delivers it all. you won’t believe it:

this guy is an asthmatic.

the symptoms aren’t as bad as they used to be, but there are still regular attacks. he said that he’ll never take it as an excuse and often recalls how he started skating because of it. he’s a badass, extremely inspiring. yuzuru defies all limits, including gravity. his jumps have legendary status. 

off the rink, you guessed it: he turns into a wholly different person. 

it all dissolves completely when he’s dorking around again. 

don’t let it deceive you, he’s the no other option than first place type. he could not be any more decorated with titles, he achieved the grand slam in all competitions as of 2020. and still, king of sportsmanship hanyu is respectful and smiley towards all colleagues and never lets anyone feel left out. especially when it comes to his juniors (e.g. yuma kagiyama, 16, below) which says a lot about him.

he bows in every direction before an audience, too. lower than a 90° angle, even. this is more polite than any existing formality in japan.

talk about audience: i introduced fellow japanese skater shoma uno last week, who’s more uncomfortable with social contact and aggression. yuzu, extrovert he is: the exact opposite. he withers away with no people and competition. he’s befriended rivals, had crises over not having someone who could challenge him. when a competitor retires, he’s the one crying in their arms (e.g. with team mate and bff javier fernandez from spain below).

beside his competitive spirit and princely wow factor, hanyu is popular for his winnie pooh tissue box that he caresses, squeezes, and carries everywhere. he loves good luck charms & rituals, pooh is the most important one.

fans throw pooh plushies on the ice after his performances because of it. since it’s gotten so intense, yuzu recently started cleaning them up himself on top of the flower girls for the upcoming skater who could get delayed otherwise. (more about what happens with the piles of plushies later.)

so, the burning question is. 

what made yuzuru hanyu emerge so outstanding an entertainer? how does someone causing so much uproar become like that? it’s not just what kind of appearance he was given, although he really looks his part to a T. you don’t have to be an insider to see it right away.

like literally to a fault. and you can tell the way his blades sound on the ice is different. it’s soft even if he does the most hardcore quadruple jumps. i think it’s because his drive to do this is a higher one, hanyu has an altered relationship with the ice. where his devotion comes from has a more severe reason so, massive trigger warning. 

this is no exaggeration: yuzuru is considered a hero to the japanese. a survivor of the earthquake 2011, he narrowly escaped the collapsing rink in his hometown on that very day. he’s often talked about how the ice shattered underneath his feet and it was the moment that defined his life forever. he could have been dead by the age of 16. his motivation has been set ever since. this man is compelled by something bigger, that’s why you hear it and you feel it. he wants to skate not just for himself but others and seize every day. 

much of his copious charity work — that’s where all the pooh plushies go — went to mend the consequences of the tsunami ever since, he’s looked upon as a great hope in japan. the minister gave him the people’s honor award in 2018. 

now you know why yuzuru has such a fanbase and treats the ice as sacred, you see it in every gesture. his manners are without a single flaw, he helps staff repair the ice after performances. 

you might think it’s odd, but he honors the ground. he’s invested in the integrity of it. that’s why he’s the best skater. it’s gratitude and the will to live fully.

he hates to fall on the ice, he hates to damage it. alongside his feathery weight, that’s why the sound he makes while gliding along is so tender. 

i think that’s also why hanyu’s signature element is the ina bauer. it doesn’t rely on brutal force, instead this element slides across the rink like a swan. yeah, oh my god.

it’s his most well-known dramatic move. the way he surrenders into it. 

hanyu’s back arch and perfect split allow him to do elements no other male skaters can. his biellmann spin, for instance. i know, it’s ridiculous.

and those are just two elements of dozens and dozens. hanyu is a kinetic wizard. i highly rec this record-breaking delivery of his olympic program. in front of his home crowd! he’s just… mind-boggling. i live for his smiles here.

exceptional skater, exceptional mentor: it’s time we look at another puzzle piece that made yuzu the way he is. the masterful brian orser is hanyu’s beloved coach. missing gold by just one mistake at the olympics 1988, brian is now committed to give others what he couldn’t have— successfully so.

orser took the ice prince to gold twice, this hasn’t happened in 66 years. brian is the nicest and most supportive pooh carrier and yuzu’s utmost rock. hanyu’s talent rests safely in these hands.

he gets strict about punctuality lmao! but other than that, his guidance is gentle. canadian he is, brian’s courteousness mixes well with yuzu’s politeness. their bond is strong. as. hell. 

brian picked up yuzu from rock bottom several times. most fateful being hanyu’s accident with a fellow skater during competition warm-ups nov 2014. they collided at a high speed, it was unspeakably nasty. yuzu got knocked out for half a minute and had grave breathing problems but still decided to skate on with what later turned out as an almost-concussion. brian was the most worried ice dad in the world that day.

yuzu cried and crouched and bled like mad and my heart has been broken ever since. i hope he never suffers like that again. promise me you don’t search up the video, it’s a harrowing watch like a stab to the chest. sadly enough, hanyu’s body has still been a notorious wreck, esp. ankle issues regularly give him a hard time 😔

it hurts like a bitch with every jump landing but he takes meds and still manages to win, god knows how. sometimes even with crutches on the podium. at his worst, he’s still the best, it’s a tragedy.

he’s been recovering, or always is, but he pushes himself through injuries. his ambition and perfectionism are boundless. the cause is more important to him than his well-being. this is not an easy guy to stan once you see how he sacrifices and self-destructs. so, it’s good someone protects him. 

mostly from himself because nobody has profoundly surpassed hanyu. he has let himself no choice than to contest himself. not even health, only age can stop yuzu. i think that brian understands this ‘curse of a genius’ effect. his mere presence can make hanyu say these rare words:

his two other coaches contribute to that. tracy wilson (left) has proven to understand his playful side the best while ghislain briand (right) helps yuzuru deal with his fears. so you got 3 people taking care of the golden boy. brian once said: “he is very sheltered” and you can see it’s true.

yuzu eased into learning english and communicates well with his coaches. like with everything, he studies hard and often forces himself to speak during interviews to practice. his skills are astounding. his speaking voice is also very soothing, very amicably low and high alike. yuzu is highly intelligent. he always says something eloquent and interesting.

now, privately, hanyu is very much like you’d expect someone so devoted to skating would be like. he doesn’t go out, has no social media, can’t eat nor sleep very well. no cameras allowed during practice. it figures he is attached to winnie pooh, think about it. in the cartoon, pooh is someone who sleeps, eats, and engages with friends plenty. 

these are the things hanyu can’t do, doesn’t have time/energy/incentive for. he is barred from balance in life but can at least admire this little carefree plushie for it. especially because pooh represents eating lots while yuzuru doesn’t have a good relationship with food (he says it doesn’t go well with jumps etc.), hanyu lives vicariously through him. 

what’s more, you have to see how he throws himself onto others and never wants to let go, yuzuru is extremely cuddly. 

to the degree that mere social customs can’t meet how much he really needs. so, what else can he resort to, he loves mascots and plushies. it’s how the tale goes in japan generally, tough work ethic, high responsibility, high pressure, so people turn to cute fluffy things.

he always fondles pooh’s head, even pretends he’s come to life so he has someone to snuggle with. i think that his isolated lifestyle doesn’t help. so, he gets his affection at least there, you can see how happy it makes him. and again: he does this all for charity.

that’s why fellow skaters are so important to hanyu. it really brings out his social spirit and comforts him best, it’s so wholesome. i’ve not seen someone react so relieved to being embraced, like he’s not been touched for months. skating this, skating that. at the end of the day, hanyu wants love.

as he once said, what motivates him is to express himself in the first place. hanyu is a romantic. it’s written all over him. it reflects in his music choices, his elegant motion, how he designs his outfits:

… and how thoughtfully he talks about marriage. he has big plans for starting a family and coaching after he retires. i won’t be the only one squeezing lucky charm pooh in my imagination so it turns out well for him. please make this heart of gold heal and see all his wishes come true ♡🐻

#thank you for attending this talk ❄️⛸ #i need a moment this was emotional #figure skating #yuzuru hanyu #brian orser #anon #cub mail 🐅 #long post #team japan

[in-tua-deep]

What type of wand and patronus Would the kids have in Hogwarts AU? Would any be animagi?

okay we are really scraping the barrel of my harry potter knowledge here,,, i didn’t even finish the books guys have mercy on me i genuinely had to do vague research to answer this but here we go

Luther: 

Wood: Holly. Holly wants often choose people engaged in dangerous or spiritual quests, and I mean Luther’s search for answers and the truth and figuring out his feelings regarding his father and his family is certainly a big old quest in my books. The wood is considered protective, which I thought would be a nice match for Luther’s durability and ability to act as a shield for his siblings.

Core: Unicorn hair. I just like the symbolism of loyalty to their first ‘owner’ and Luther struggling with breaking his connection to Reginald tbh. It’s also a very consistent wand core and Luther if anything is a creature of habit (he stayed at home and took orders for years) and would appreciate the loyalty and consistency of a unicorn hair core.

Diego: 

Wood: Blackthorn. This wood is supposed to be best suited to a warrior, and Diego is very much a fighter. This wand wood is found among aurors as well as people in Azkaban, which I thought would be a nice tie in since Diego has a strong moral compass but also tends to operate outside the law. The blackthorn bush was wicked thorns, and Diego does tend to be a prickly person, but is also has sweet berries which I’m making symbolically represent the soft squishy side we all know he has.

Core: Dragon heartstring. A powerful core that learns quickly, but is also the most temperamental. Which I feel like matches Diego pretty well? He’s got his own mood swings but is a powerful individual who goes out of his way to help others even when there’s no real reward in it for him. 

Allison: 

Wood: Silver lime. Silver lime is a very pretty wand and also has a reputation for performing best for seers and those skilled in legilimency. Of which Allison ends up being exceptionally proficient in. She ends up being really good at all the mind arts, actually. If you need to obliviate someone, Allison is someone you want on your side. Plus the status the wand wood gives matches her ambition.

Core: Veela hair. It’s a temperamental wand core, but I feel like Allison has the stubbornness and mental fortitude to succeed with this wand core. She can be temperamental as well for sure lmao but also I like Veela hair for the effect veelas have on people which could be considered a soft of mind magic. Allison’s wand is literally the “mind magic wand” okay that is all

Klaus: 

Wood: Sycamore. Sycamore is a questing want that is eager for new experiences and, when bored, will literally combust. If that isn’t the perfect wand for someone as much as drama queen as Klaus then I don’t know what is?? The wand is for those curious and adventurous, and I mean. Look. People don’t wax their ass with chocolate pudding because they’re boring, and they don’t stay in Vietnam during a war for a year without having enough courage for a few adventures

Core: Thestral hair. Come on, I didn’t go with a wand wood associated with death but this one was free for the taking. Invisible creatures visible to those who see death??? Come ON. It’s perfect for Klaus no I will not take any criticism. Apparently it’s unstable but I mean so is Klaus, so. 

Five: 

Wood: Red Oak. Red oak wands tend to choose people who are quick-witted and adaptable. Did I choose this wand wood just because of the words adaptable in the description? Maybe so. It’s a very good duelling wand, which Five excels at (a nod to his assassin/sniper skills in the show) with fast reactions (a nod to his jumping). 

Core: Thunderbird tail feather. A powerful core, but difficult to master. I feel like Five would be someone who has a somewhat temperamental wand that he needs to earn the respect of. Apparently this core can sense danger and cast curses on their own which I feel like Five would find cool since his whole things is being reactive and adaptive. I feel like him and his wand become super bros eventually.

Ben: 

Wood: Rowan. Rowan is a wood that likes the clear-headed and pure-hearted but also takes no shit. Okay it doesn’t say that but it does say that they frequently outperform other wands in duels despite the virtuous reputation, which I feel is fitting for Ben lmao. Rowan has a reputation for being protective, and I feel like Ben really excels at defensive magic?? He doesn’t like fighting but will it he has to

Core: Dittany stalk. There’s not really much info as a wand core, but as a herb it’s healing and restorative. Since I like the idea of Ben eventually pursuing being a mediwizard, I like the idea of him having a wand core associated with healing and fixing things. Ben is also like, the capybara sibling who no one wants to offend and as such can force others to get along so I feel like that’s appropriate as well! Since they all do research into their wand cores, Ben’s knowledge of Dittany comes in handy. Especially during their fifth year lmao

Vanya: 

Wood: Vine. Vine goes to witches and wizards with hidden depths, who seeks a greater purpose and astound those who know them best. I mean. Vanya definitely had hidden depth, had ambitions (first chair), and astounded her family by revealing her powers and destroying the world so. I also kind of like it symbolically, since vine isn’t wood from a tree so it’s not something you would think of as a wand wood which speaks to Vanya going under the radar

Core: Phoenix feather. The greatest range of magic, but take the longest to reveal themselves. I mean, Vanya’s powers certainly took a long time to manifest considering Reginald highkey drugged her for all of her childhood so there’s that. Phoenixes are independent and detached, and Vanya herself is the most independent in the show (has a stable job, has an apartment, published author, etc.) and the most detached (isolated for her entire life) so look it fits okay.

As for patronuses (patroni?) uhhHHHH

I feel like Luther’s is a lion (house pride), a bear (strength), or a dog (loyalty)

Diego’s is probably a wolf because he’s a ‘lone wolf’ that is actually very sappy and loves his dumbass pack no matter how much he denies it

Allison is uh? Maybe a snake (house pride/associations with manipulations), or some kind of bird. Don’t know why I just feel like she would have a nice bird patronus. Maybe some symbolic thing about her being the one to spread her wings and actually get married and have a kid in the show idk i’m making this up as I go along folks

Klaus probably gets a raven or a cat? Both very intelligent creatures with some association to death or bad luck (in the case of a black cat, depending on where you live)

Five hmm. My heart says a hare or a hummingbird perhaps? I like the idea of a hummingbird because of how quick it is, if you aren’t watching closely it really is like it does tiny baby teleports! Or maybe a fox, for the association with cunning?

Ben: obvious joke answer is an octopus or a squid lmao bring in some of the casual horror symbolism. Hey do you think Ben is chill with the great squid in the lake??? I’m not sure though in all seriousness. Maybe a rat like in the daemon au? Intelligent and very good creatures uwu

Vanya: HMM. An owl? or maybe something super fancy like a phoenix actually. I feel like there’s plenty of symbolism regarding phoenixes that could match up well with Vanya, including but not limited to her whole being reborn as the White Violin thing in the show yeah you know what i’m going with phoenix why not

As for being animagi - yes! The whole squad starts working towards it in their 5th year with some prompting from ghost!Fred after an Incident Occurs but I have no idea what their forms would be tbh outside of stuff I already suggested for them with patronuses. Though I guess their patronus could be one thing I considered and their animagus forms another?? Who knows!

Author’s notes: 

Luther I almost picked Ebony just for stubborn points. I liked Pine for Diego until I got to the point of “these wands are destined for long lived people” and then i was like lmao nope that’s none of the Hargreeves save perhaps Five they all died at thirty. Allison I also considered Elm and Applewood for, Applewood especially if I remember correctly.

I liked Aspen and Maple for Five a lot! Aspen I like for the dramatic imagery of Five with a white wand I’ll admit lmao but I like what I ended up choosing. Klaus I also liked Yew (but felt it was too obvious because it’s supposed to be a wand with power over life and death) and Dogwood, which is apparently for mischievous and loud witches and wizards. Fred and George had dogwood wands!!

Ben I also considered Alder and Beech but I liked Rowan better lmao. Vanya was so hard!! I really loved Elder for her with its deeply unlucky association. I also really liked Cedar since it “carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them” which I feel is very Vanya

alright that’s all i got for now i’m tired and looking at wand woods is way more in depth than i was originally planning on going for this au lmao if you have different opinions or suggestions i would love to hear them uwu

#ask me #anonymous #hogwarts au #tua au #tua/hp crossover #tua crossover #the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hagreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #number five #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #i do not know enough about harry potter to be reliable on this lmao #i have an approximate knowledge of many things though #far tua long #long post

[muertawrites]

Muggle Magic (George Weasley x Reader)

Summary: George Weasely hires a squib to help him out in the shop, only to learn that magic doesn’t always require a wand. 

Word Count: 3,100

Author’s Note: Remember when I said I was gonna post this a few days ago? lmao that was clearly a lie. But it’s finished! And I’m actually really proud of it and I promise I’m not gonna delete this one like the last couple fics I’ve posted because I’m convinced that this one doesn’t suck! I might also be posting more regularly now since I started a new antidepressant that actually makes it so that I want to do productive things with my time and constant need for escapism. I hope you like my first Wizarding World fic because there will be more, considering its the one fandom I let myself get somewhat obsessive about. Enjoy, dearies~ 

                                             ~ 💀🌸 Muerta 🌸💀

( masterlist )

Working for George Weasley brought magic back into your life. 

He hired you a little over two years ago, and to say he took a chance on you was an understatement; you were a squib - come to London to get a master’s degree in the hopes of becoming a muggle historian - who had stumbled into Diagon Alley in an attempt to reconnect with your magical roots. You’d stepped into Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes during a rare moment of calm when the shop was empty and, noticing the history books peeking out of your bag, George struck up a conversation with you, mentioning his father’s long-lived love of muggle culture. 

Despite the stigma you carried, your first conversation with George offered him a shortened version of your life’s story; how you convinced your family to send you away to a muggle boarding school when your letter to a magical institution didn’t arrive by the time you turned eleven, spending your teenage years learning everything there was to know about living outside the magical world. He enjoyed your wit and passion, your lively intelligence, the comfort you had with yourself in the face of discretion, and, deciding that keeping anyone else around would be a bore after making your acquaintance, offered you a part-time position in the shop to help pay your way through grad school. 

Of course, your adjustment to the magical world after years separated from it was a challenge.

George kindly let you live in the apartment above the shop, taking rent out of your pay so that you didn’t have to bother converting such a large portion of your income into muggle money every month. Work, however, was a much more significant struggle; having no wand to help you manage the store and its immense inventory, you had to arrive early to most of your shifts in order to organize and replace product by hand, often putting yourself in danger traversing the stock room’s stories-tall ladder. After a particularly terrifying fall in which you narrowly avoided death, George took it upon himself to get you some help where genetics had failed you; he enchanted about a thousand paper cranes to pull stock for you, retrieving and storing anything you needed on command. 

“With them around, what do you need me for?” you’d teased him, quietly thankful for his care to ensure no loss of life or limb would befall you under his watch. 

“Eh,” he’d grinned, “they could never agitate me quite as well as you do.” 

Though it was odd returning to a world you could never fully be part of, working for George Weasley made the vertigo of reassociation fun. He always had some sort of funny little trick up his sleeve, be it something malicious, like slipping sugar cubes into your tea that made your hair turn into ostrich feathers or jinxing the cash register to shoot fireworks at random when opened, or something winsome, like making it snow inside as the winter holidays approached or enchanting your textbooks so that their lessons leapt off the page, playing out before you in a theater of paper mache. He engaged you in his own work, inquiring your aid in developing new products, and was deeply interested in yours, enraptured with your retellings of a history he was unaware took place so near to his own. He even brought you books on magical history from Flourish and Blotts, stopping weekly on his way into work, suggesting you consider taking up the practice of teaching the subject.

“Seriously, you should look into it,” he told you. “If I’d had you instead of Professor Binns, I might’ve actually cared enough to pass a class.” 

During slow hours, you and George would sit at the counter and eat lunch together, talking about everything and nothing and anything else in between. You told George about your childhood; how, growing up, you dreamed of doing things you would never be able to do, the horror you felt having your life’s path ripped from under you at such a young age, how you managed to find yourself again through art and history and literature. He told you about his own youth; the boisterous years of his life spent at Hogwarts, the incredible fantasies and ambitions he and his brother would dream up during late nights spent awake in their shared bedroom, the gaping hole his twin’s absence left in his soul the night he died. George was fourteen years your senior, but you were able to laugh and grieve with him as easily as if you’d been born a day apart. 

You loved working with George. Being a part of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes gave you a sense of belonging you’d never felt before; You often felt caught between the magical and muggle worlds, standing in the threshold between the two but never able to set foot into either. In the shop with George, however, you could exist without conflict - the halves of your universe were indistinguishable from one another, and for once in your life you finally felt whole. You’d found your home in the last possible place you ever expected to.

As much as you loved the shop and your employer, there were certain things about your job that drove you absolutely insane - namely, the parchment bookkeeping system. It was true that all things ancient and antique were your area of expertise, but trying to keep track of a business with nothing but quills, ink, and a stack of heavy, leatherbound volumes was what you envisioned was similar to experiencing the ninth circle of Hell. Opening and closing every day took ages, and George’s office was so cluttered with paperwork that finding anything amongst his things required a full-fledged expedition into every cabinet in the building. Fed up with the chaos, you decided it was time to bring the wizarding world (at least the corner of it you occupied) into the Twenty-First Century. 

“What the hell’s all this?” 

George furrowed his brow in bewilderment as he traversed the stairs into his office, where you were seated at his desk in front of a shiny new Mac. 

“A computer!” you told him, grinning. “We’re going to use it to help run the books. I sent an owl to your dad asking if he had anything like it laying around his shed; he sent this over last night.”

“So it’s a muggle thing,” George assumed, setting his briefcase beside the monitor as he pulled up a chair beside you. 

You nodded. 

“I’ll teach you how to use it. I’ve been here since six scanning files into it; we’ll be able to access and keep the books in order much easier now.” 

You opened the spreadsheet you’d made outlining the last quarter’s numbers, smiling proudly as George’s eyes widened in awe. 

“That’s incredible,” he said, leaning in to inspect the screen. “But what about our ledgers? How can this thing hold all of that information?” 

You giggled at his curiosity, thinking it a bit adorable how out of touch he was. 

“I’ve kept the ledgers so we still have physical records of everything,” you explained, “but having it all at hand on the computer will make the boring parts of the business a lot easier. I’ve got everything matched up with my laptop, too, so I can open and close quicker and all the numbers will be sent right to you.” 

George quirked a brow. 

“Laptop?” 

“It’s a small version of a computer,” you told him. “The screen and the keyboard” - you pointed each of these parts out - “fold together like a notebook so I can take it with me wherever I go.” 

George shook his head, clearly baffled by the complexity and convenience of muggle technology. 

“Blimey,” he mused. “I never would’ve guessed muggles could do all this without magic. It’s bloody brilliant.” 

You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you gathered one of the volumes you’d been searching through and returned it to its place on the wall of shelves overlooking George’s desk. 

“You need to give us more credit,” you bantered. “Muggles are a lot more magical than you’d think.” 

The rest of the morning was spent digitally organizing documents and giving George a crash course in computer science, by the end of which he considered himself an expert in the subject. When the shop opened at noon, you could barely pull him away from his desk. 

Aside from the morning’s excitement, the rest of the day ran as usual. You spent the afternoon fluttering around the building, keeping and moving inventory while George used the weekday calm to hole himself up in his workshop and concentrate on new product. By the time evening rolled around you were adequately exhausted, deciding to settle behind the counter with a book and a cup of tea while you waited to close. 

“You said something earlier,” George announced as he finally returned down the stairs - the first time you’d seen him in hours - “about muggles and magic. I can’t seem to figure out what you mean.” 

“Good evening to you, too,” you greeted him, glancing up from your book and shooting him an amused grin. “What’s got you confused?” 

George hoisted himself up onto the counter, turning so he faced you and folding his legs beneath him. For someone fresh into his early forties, he still acted much like you imagined he did as a teenager. 

“You said that muggles were magical,” he reminded you, “but you can’t be, really. Not without… well, y’know, magic. I can’t see what can be so magical about a world that doesn’t have what ours has.” 

You shut your book, setting it in your lap as you searched for the right words to describe what you were thinking. 

“It’s not… magic in the magical sense,” you attempted, earning a strange look from George. “Muggle magic is more about… defying the odds than doing the impossible. It’s also about how things make you feel. Things people have done and created… situations and experiences that inspire awe; that make you feel like you’re living outside the regular world.”

George continued to gaze at you, his eyes narrowing as he attempted to process what you were trying to convey. 

“Like what?” he wondered. 

You thought for a moment, folding your arms over your chest and leaning back into your chair. 

“... Cathedrals,” was the first thing that came to mind. “When you stand in the center of a cathedral that’s been standing for hundreds of years, and you think about how incredible it is that something so lasting and beautiful could have been created by people who had so little in resources compared to what we have today. 

“Or music. Like, how does something as simple as sound cause us to feel so much emotion? A good song can make you feel joy or bring you to tears and can connect strangers to each other in such an intimate way. I think it’s the most magical thing we have.”

George smirked at you. You noticed a new brightness in his eyes when your gaze met his, and you watched, bemused, as he slid off the counter and onto his feet, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“What else?” he asked. 

“Medicine,” you replied. “We can cure things most people died of fifty or sixty years ago. We can replace our organs if they’re not working properly - there are even labs that are working to grow organs outside of the human body or replace those that don’t work with artificial ones. We can even change the way we look if we want.

“And,” you stood up, pulling a pen out of the vase you used to hold quills beside the register, “there’s technology. Muggles have incredible technology! I mean, look at this - millions of people in this world who possess the ability to perform magic and yet you’re all still using quills you have to re-dip in ink.” 

George chuckled at you, leaning in as he took the utensil from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours and leaving a delicate tingle in their wake. You couldn’t help but blush, glancing down at your feet before looking back up at him. 

“I appreciate your sentiment, love,” he teased, “but I don’t think a pound store pen is going to inspire awe in anyone - magical or otherwise.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“You know what I mean,” you said, taking the pen back from him and returning it to its place. “Muggles are incredible, and we’re incredible without magic making everything so easy for us.” 

George, who still loomed close above you, placed a hand against his chest in feigned shock, his jaw dropping and eyes growing dramatically wide. 

“Easy?” he taunted, his expression brightening ever so slightly as you grinned amusedly up at him. “You think magic makes everything easy? I’ll have you know, I nearly blew us to smithereens today trying to perfect our latest Whizbangs design. Bringing joy to people’s lives is extremely difficult and dangerous work, which you should respect me for, little darling.” 

You smirked at him, letting out a soft chuckle as you crossed your arms and leaned back against the counter.

“Your stupidity with pyrotechnics is no one’s fault but your own, Georgie,” you joked, to which he gave you a tickling pinch in your side and scooped you over his shoulder as you bent down to fend him off. You squealed with laughter as he spun you around, setting you down atop the stairs when he felt you’d had enough. He sat on the step below you, giving your knee an affectionate pat. 

“... You know, I do think there’s a type of magic we wizards share with muggles,” George said after a period of comfortable silence. “That is, if you muggles feel human emotion like the rest of us.” 

You playfully shoved his shoulder, and he grinned mirthfully as he slouched comfortably into the side of your body. 

“And what is that?” you inquired. 

“Joy,” George answered matter of factly. He leaned closer into you, looking out over the empty, dusk-lit shop as he allowed his thoughts to guide his voice. “I don’t think… I’ve ever felt joy like I used to since Fred died. Not until you showed up, anyway. Having a laugh with you almost feels the same as it did with Freddie. I’ve missed that feeling… and no magic could ever replace it.” 

You hummed thoughtfully, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders as a gesture of comfort. 

It was odd, you thought to yourself, working with George. He was your boss, but you had a hard time seeing him that way; Ever since he helped you move in upstairs, you’d seen him as a friend, and you knew simply by the way he looked at you that he saw you the same. You could hardly call what you had with him a business relationship - it hadn’t started that way, even from the moment you met him, and the more time you spent in his company, the more its trajectory changed into something much deeper and more significant. 

It suddenly dawned on you that you loved him - in a way no one should ever love their much older employer and landlord. 

As if sensing the way your heart dropped, fluttering wildly, into the pit of your stomach, George pulled away from you, taking your hand gently in his and stroking your knuckles with his thumb. 

“You went silent,” he noticed. “You never go silent.” 

You grinned a little, shame creeping into your features as a hot, blistering blush. 

“I was just thinking,” you told him. “... Do you think love is another type of magic?” 

George blinked, pondering the idea. 

“Of course,” he finally answered. “Love is what won the war.” 

You nodded, looking down at his fingers wrapped around your palm and twining them with yours. 

“Your love for Fred is what keeps him alive,” you said. “I never met him but I always feel him here because of you. He’d be proud.” 

George swallowed heavily; you could hear the tension in his throat, could feel the weight of hesitation pressing in the small space between you. You peered back up at him, meeting his brown eyes that watched you intently. 

“Your passion is what gives you magic,” he murmured. “You don’t need a wand or any kind of innate ability to do it for you. I’ve realized… that’s the reason I love you. Among all else.” 

Though you sensed the words were coming, they still hit you like a speeding lorry. 

You stared at him, shaken, the last breath you took trapped in your chest. You had no idea how to respond. Should you tell him that you loved him, too? Should you be rational and tell him that this was inappropriate for a business owner and his subordinate? Should you kiss him? Every part of you wanted to kiss him; had been wanting to for a very, very long time. 

You raised the hand that wasn’t twined with his up to his cheek, grazing your thumb over the warm, tender flesh there. Your fingers grazed the scar where his ear used to be, getting twisted in the tendrils of his amber red hair that framed the sides of his handsome, familiar face. You leaned forward and kissed him, the sensation of his lips at last touching yours causing an explosion throughout every nerve of your body. Despite the beauty of the moment, you couldn’t help but wonder to yourself, My god, if kissing him feels like this, I can’t wait to feel what sex with him is like. 

George pulled away after what felt like equally too long and not long enough, giving you a dopey, lidded-eyed smile that made your heart combust all over again. You hated the feeling, but never wanted it to stop. 

“Would you kiss me like that every day if I asked you?” George wondered, sounding so dreamy and unlike himself it took you somewhat aback. 

You nodded, squeezing the hand that was still wrapped so intimately around his. 

“Every day,” you assured him. “It’s the best kind of magic you could ever show me.” 

George grinned, playfully tapping his finger against the tip of your nose which - in a testament to how far your relationship had already crossed the line - he knew you would hate, chuckling as he watched you flinch away from him. 

“Just wait ‘til I perfect those Whizbangs,” he told you. “Then we’ll talk.” 

#muerta's works #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #george weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #weasley twins #george weasly fluff #george weasly x reader fluff #weasley's wizard wheezes #self insert fanfiction #posting again bc i want people to see it!!!!!!!!!

[battleshell]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. tagged by: @dansiere whom im care tagging: extremely informative meme for ppl who have lots of cross-over interactions, i encourage u to steal it from me anyway BUT @sternenteile​ @twelvians​ @stellamris​ @grandtales​

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [ he is a very, very minor NPC that i’ve essentially wrested from the game with my grubby hands; Gerson is a merchant NPC found in Waterfall, the third area of the game focused with water themes. he has less than 100 lines of dialogue (but jam-packed full of info) and doesn’t even have an overworld sprite. although noted to have a history with multiple major characters, it’s not often i’ve seen him be the main focus of any fanfics or art pieces. ]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [ put that faaaaaaaar away from me please tyty ]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [ i personally believe that Gerson is a strong and potentially powerful monster with fighting capability that could rival some of the stronger Monsters in the Underground due to his background as a fighter during the Human-Monster War, but since has waned in both reputation and fighting skill. we never fight him in game and as such, will never see how he compares numerically, but it’s clear from his dialogue that he knows how to fight professionally/cleverly and would have given a hard challenge. ]

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK. [ i mentioned before that Gerson has ties with lots of major characters - I hardly see it being put into action or talked about! i also have a soft spot for elder/older characters in general since they seem to be overlooked in favor for younger characters that carry the action of plots - which I understand and totally get, but I still like to put these characters out there for the sake of it ]

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [ he was a funny merchant dude that said “wahaha” a whole bunch of times and carried a magnifying glass; sure he and Frisk would have been good friends after the golden ending but most people have forgotten about their interaction with Gerson once out of Waterfall ]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. [ as one of the older if not oldest Monsters in the Underground, or from his reputation as the “Hammer of Justice” from wartime. he is also a historian and is noted to have written a few of the books in the Librarby. definitely known in the Underground, but probably only in that community ]

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ as mentioned before, a benefactor to the community and maybe even a sagely figure. a source of wisdom (even if cheeky) and a person of stability ]

How strictly do you follow canon?  — ehhhhhhhhhh both extremely canon compliant and then hands off the wheel, let jesus drive me away~ i only have so much canon material to work with so i have milked as much as offered to me, then went off to forge my own path in order to patch up the missing holes then add a few sprinkles. the base of the character is all there, but if you really want to get invested with him (or me) then we have a lot to walk through.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  old tortoise (NOT TURTLE) guy sells knick-knacks and cracks jokes, knows everyone’s dirty secrets but thinks they’re just funny to think about them than use them. an elder in the community who has stories to tell and lessons to teach, who has lived through half of recorded history and now spends his time just trying to make things around him interesting. a war veteran who protects his community and understands the horror of the world, but keeps eyes looking into the future even in the face of grimness itself. plays the accordion and harmonica, could probably square dance if he knew what that was. will call you kiddo.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  little to no motivation to find a passion for himself that would benefit or service just himself; his entire sense of worth comes from servicing others in some way (being a soldier and protecting people; recording history in order to teach future generations; maintaining a shop in order to literally service others) and lack of action due to decrepitude in old age. close-minded compared to other Monsters, as he doesn’t actually take to think of humans or outsiders kindly; judgmental to the point of being racist. proud and dislikes being one-upped that it could lead to pettiness, and despite his positive outlooks, very pessimistic worldview.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  funfact: Gerson is my first tumblr RP muse ever, and since i was worried about duplicate anxiety when i first started i specifically wrote him since he was a smaller character with less attention - i’ve since learned i have no anxiety about it so it’s no longer a problem, but what keeps me going today is the challenge of writing someone so different from me. the elder aesthetic along with homely, almost cottagecore kind of vibe is also appealing, and the humor that comes with gerson is a joy to write out.

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  reading literature, music, artwork, pinterest, replaying the game, and doing little hobbies that would embody the character (collecting or sewing, for example) are things i can do by myself, but with other people i have the most drive when i can have friendly and nonpersonal arguments/debates about character motives or about source material like what made a character act like this or that, or about really anything as long as it makes me seriously think about characters critically and force me to recognize flaws.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ unfortunately i’m not a tortoise monster who lived for probably centuries if not decades older than myself, but i enjoy writing older characters and hope that other ppl see the potential gerson has like i do ]

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / SORT OF? [ you know when you have a concept and in your own mind you can see it clearly, without fuzziness or confusion, but you can’t seem to put it clearly into words without it turning into an essay because you need to connect all the other points that’s in the single concept you envisioned? yea. ]

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO [ bro i should.. ]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO [ hmu if you got pinterest and i’ll give u tons and tons of boards ]

Are you confident in your portrayal?  YES / NO / SORT OF? [ this is unfair to answer as (AFAIK) i am the only person writing Gerson in... any capacity. despite that i like to think i bring out the humorous side of him, and show ppl that he and other NPCs are tons of potentials and shouldn’t be overlooked because they aren’t popular ]

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. [ i always believed my style and my skill in not only PSDs or aesthetics, but analysis or understanding was always a bit plain, without much flourish or complexity. while that is appealing on its own and has its own merits, i can’t help but feel i can always push myself to do a little more, add a little flavor, or paint an image that could only be done in writing. although i am doing enough to get the job done, i’m searching for a certain voice of writing that i like and want to integrate into creative writing in order to make it more personalized and more engaging. ]

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. / SORTA. [ i despise pussyfooting and will often tell ppl straight up if i have a problem with them or something about them; straightforwardness, honesty, and integrity are some of my core values and that includes being harsh if it comes to it in order to keep order ]

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  assuming it’s rooted in goodwill or from a point of analysis, absolutely! it’s one of the direct sources for growth and getting better at any craft, but as Tumblr loves to be.... jumpy, i’m always cautious when its not from someone i know.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  YEA BUDDYYYYY

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  absolutely, i thrive off friendly discourse as i mentioned.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  if we don’t discuss it as above, in lit any other case i’d say “well there are other blogs to follow” but since i’m like 99% sure i’m the only gerson blog that isn’t applicable lmao; the point still stands that everyone has the freedom to write a character as they wish. there are valid reasons to dislike a portayal but not a lot of valid reasons to attack someone for it - with the exception of ppl being gross. stop that, nasty.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  strangely. it’s not my job to make people like a character, you either like them or not. if you dislike them for unreasonable points then, to leave in the previous response, “clowns will be clowns, no matter what you do. I just don’t get why you would follow someone if you hate their character to begin with.”

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  of course, as long as it’s polite and all that jazz!

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  depends on the meaning - i like making new friends and i find it easy to talk to new people, be it about roleplay or other things like organizing video game play sessions. however, i also have on multiple occasions have approached ppl privately saying “this is annoying/this is problematic/this is inappropriate, stop” and been met with general disdain for voicing such so Who Knows..... (tm). at least on a private level. here, publicly, i’m pretty relaxed! memes and jokes are abound. as long as a person can be mature and responsible for their actions we can vibe, yo.

#definitely plan to link this in rules or something #as a guide for newcomers #what a nice meme! #* verbatim ⟐ meme.

[garreaus-a]

hi, everyone ! it’s jessie again. i couldn’t help myself, ok ? i had to bring in my Chaotic Good, espionage-elite, French son samuel ... i hope u like him :’). he’s a character i’ve had awhile from a previous rpg / my indie ( aka the Archive ) so i adjusted his backstory a lil’ to fit here. again, please hmu on discord if you’d like to plot !! <3

⌠ BEN BARNES, 36, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, SAMUEL GARREAU ! originally hailing from BLACKTHORNE, this alum specializes in THREAT ELIMINATION. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of ( complacent smirks paired with attentive eyes; the aroma of expensive, but fresh cologne; the decision to just “wing it”; a cigarette between lips ).  it’s the ( leo )’s birthday on 08/14/1983, and when they were still in school their most requested dish was BOUILLABAISSE from the school’s chefs. hopefully their presence can help ease the minds of gallagher students.

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈.

in the late 1970s-80s, there were a string of infamous art robberies and trafficking occurring around france, which linked to notorious art thieves from both france and america. french-american cia agent matthieu garreau was assigned to assist the central directorate of the judicial police and the dgse in their investigation. french art curator adeyln legrand ( her fam is Old Money rich bc they own museums across the country ) was involved in the case as well, helping the agencies identify the stolen art pieces and their worth. as soon as matthieu laid eyes on her, it was love at first sight !

samuel elias garreau was born in paris, france — just before matthieu was sent back to washington d.c. he was raised by his mother and maternal grandparents ( who lived in marseille ) for most of his childhood. his childhood was filled with love, art, linguistics & french cuisine. he became a polyglot at a very young age, knowing how to speak french, english and spanish fluently. his father visited his wife and son as much as he could in france, but eventually, the two moved to washington d.c. when samuel was 10-years-old. 

a bit of context on the garreau family: the garreau family name has been involved in espionage for a VERY long time. lineages stem back to being loyal spies for the french monarchy for many generations before the surviving garreaus immigrated to america to escape WWII. many relatives eventually returned to france, but samuel’s paternal great-grandparents decided to continue to raise their children in the united states & establish connections with american intelligence agencies. 

immediately, matthieu wanted to begin espionage training ( already samuel was a couple years behind in hand-to-hand combat / weaponry training, so he’s eager ). adelyn was a bit Conflicted but ... lil’ energetic, happy-go-lucky samuel was ECSTATIC !! what better way to bond with your father, am i right ??

those 4 years before spy prep high school was full of father-son bonding, grueling combat training, & survival skill training. but, samuel was also a normal, private elementary / middle school student in washington d.c. it was a lot of pressure — juggling school, his blossoming social life, and keeping the whole “ i’m training to become a spy ” thing a secret bc sam CANNOT stop talking

before samuel busted at the seams, he was sent off to a prestigious spy prep school on the east coast to truly hone his skills and begin to identify what he may excel at as a spy; however, sam didn’t take it seriously ... like at ALL. it was mostly because he was so bored — he needed something stimulating / challenging. often samuel was being a Sneaky jerk, pulling pranks & being a kleptomaniac; however, his grades showed the opposite of his delinquent behavior. he was excelling in all of his classes.

the garreaus did not know what to do with samuel. literally, they had a whole damn family meeting about where he’s headed in his spy career bc there’s NO WAY any spy university would be willing to take him. the plan would be to utilize their connections in france and get him enrolled in an academy there until ...

blackthorne academy showed up outta nowhere and was like “ hey, we’ll whip his ass into shape. give him to us. ” the garreaus were reluctant due to the academy’s reputation and suspicious as to HOW blackthorne caught wind of their samuel; however, maybe this is what he needed. the most against this was his mother, but her voice held no authority. 

samuel was in for a RUDE awakening at blackthorne. maybe it was for the better ? he majored in THREAT ELIMINATION + LINGUISTICS, CULTURE, & ASSIMILATION ( whatever was blackthorne’s version of those were ). 

his first year there practically BROKE him, but by his sophomore year, his flaws became refined skills. somehow, his extrovert / devil-may-care and shrewd personality still shined amongst his callous and/or sadistic peers. 

the codename HERMES seemed to be used by his instructors sometimes to “ make fun ” of samuel, the label representing his ability to outwit his peers, mischievous and intrepid nature, proficient adaptability, and most importantly, he mastered the art of infiltration & extraction — just as the god of thieves would ( the ONLY time he’s the quietest compared to his peers tbh ) u know ... also stole lives too ... i know that’s cheesy SHHH

of course ... we all know the whole deal about blackthorne. he was molded into the perfect assassin, not a sophisticated spy that could have a drink with james bond or ... with his prestigious, royal spy family. 

throughout his many years of fieldwork across the globe, samuel was many things for both private clients and espionage / government agencies ( mostly doing a lot of infiltration / extraction & surveillance undercover missions ), even sometimes an actual thief for the right price. 

however, despite samuel’s slight identity crisis, he earned quite the name for himself in the espionage world and solidified himself as a reliable secret agent. but he’s still a pain in the butt :-P

during blackthorne’s last years, samuel often was asked to come by as a guest instructor, a desperate attempt to liven things back up to relive its better days. despite the absolute DEMONS his students were being, it surprised him that he actually enjoyed teaching. 

so, he was a bit shocked ( and ecstatic ) to hear that gallagher requested HIM out of the many blackthorne alumni to be a part of the faculty, let alone the threat elimination instructor. who would be a better teacher to teach future spy how to take down an assassin than an ACTUAL assassin ( and one who made quite a Reputation at blackthorne for outsmarting his upperclassmen and instructors ) ?

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈.

tbh, samuel is the epitome of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

he lives for the adrenaline rush; he will go out of his way and even risk his life sometimes to make missions more exciting ... but obviously, with a little planning beforehand to make sure missions are completed successfully

sam surprisingly is cooperative ( even if he really wants to do the opposite, he’d listen unless his quick-wit is essential for the situation ). his many years of experiences have made him realize how important intel and medical agents are to missions. he has a lot of respect for his fellow agents and students who aren’t concentrating their studies in the more physical combative majors

samuel likes being a nuisance. he’s quite devious and gets away with it a lot LMAO

he’s such a thespian it’s Unreal ... he’s so dramatic. but, this makes him excel at undercover missions bc this man enjoys acting way too much

samuel LOVES his students and it really cracks him up because if blackthorne student sam heard he’d be a mentor in the future, he’d laugh in your face

aka he’s the Cool Teacher at gallagher ok :’)

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚁 / 𝙵𝚄𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂.

he still has the slightest french accent when he speaks, mostly to latch on to a remaining attachment he has to his mother and previous “ normal life ”

an excellent cook ... obviously he enjoys cooking french cuisine the most 

he also is an avid art enthusiast and also loves fashion and architecture. he spends the majority of his salary on designer clothes and art pieces

if the faculty have to become normal professors, samuel is definitely up for teaching anything world history related !!

randomly knows a lot of natural history trivia thanks to his maternal grandmother, who was a botanist

the languages samuel currently knows is: french, english, spanish, italian, russian, german, arabic, japanese, and chinese ( mandarin & cantonese )

and that’s it !! im exhuasted and i can’t think of any wcs atm so pls if u guys have anything in mine PLEASE let me know :’)

#『 ✰ ｡ . * » ┇ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 ╱ ooc. 』 #gallagher:intro #this is So Long ... im SORRY

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: you're such a twat Janis: 👊🖕😡 Jimmy: bit rude Janis: what's rude is I'm stuck in biology Jimmy: tell 'em there's nowt they can teach you Jimmy: I've already done it, like Janis: gross Janis: but detention would probably beat this Janis: none of the skeleton army would be in there, at least, even if it's one of the less annoying ones Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: not like getting sent out is any sort of challenge Jimmy: or owt you need me for Jimmy: but I'm here without my muse 💔🎻💔 Janis: school trips are forced fun Janis: but I ain't feeling sorry for you Jimmy: come on Jimmy: gimme a bit Janis: get me something from the gift shop and I'll consider it Janis: #peakromance that Jimmy: duh Jimmy: saved my tips for days Janis: 😍😍😍 Janis: buzzin', love keyrings, me Jimmy: funny that 'cause I've never seen you use a key to get in anywhere Janis: exactly, like serial killer trophies for all the houses I've violated Janis: 😈 Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Janis: Seriously though Janis: how wank is it Jimmy: what's the scale? Janis: Hmm, good question, boy Janis: assuming we're talking about quality, let's say best case is that weird thing you did that one time that felt so good you're scared to do it again and become a fulltimedeviantTM and worst case is like finishing in a sock you'd already ruined earlier and forgot about Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: real poet you are Jimmy: gonna steal them words for my tripadvisor review in a bit tah Jimmy: it don't matter I still want you to show your face down here for me Jimmy: 🏃 girl 🏃 Janis: always the way Janis: should be making my own art but full time occupation 'inspiring' you Janis: that said, I don't think your teach is so concerned about your art suffering she'll forget I ain't in her class, like Jimmy: you are art baby Jimmy: can't call it a gallery if you ain't hanging around Jimmy: lots of other knobheads are though, get lost in a crowd and find me, barely a challenge Janis: 🙄 you are ridiculous Janis: but I get it, gotta have me on the wall asap Janis: I am really fucking bored Jimmy: direct quote me when you tweet later 💕 Jimmy: the 1 correction being against the wall Janis: performance art Janis: how bold of you 😏 Jimmy: can't let you stay bored Jimmy: ain't #goals Janis: true Janis: move fast in this place Janis: go away for one day and your 👑 is taken like that Jimmy: good thing you're such an athlete then, babe Janis: say I'm thinking about it Janis: I reckon you'd owe me Janis: more than a keyring, like Jimmy: alright Janis: you must really miss me Jimmy: shut up, I said alright Jimmy: are you thinking about what you want or just how you're getting here? Janis: maybe I wanted you to say you miss me sooooooo much and you've really shit the bed there, mate Jimmy: do you? Janis: you're alright Janis: I'm just getting chucked out Jimmy: 🏆💪 Janis: just saying, if I SOS you now, you've got no out 'cos I'm saving you, yeah Jimmy: weren't gonna say fuck off to an SOS anyway, IOU or nah, was I? Jimmy: not very romantic that Janis: 💕 Janis: always nice to use a bit of coercion and control though, however necessary Janis: keeps it fresh, babe Jimmy: 💌 got it in writing there Jimmy: you're saving me, I'll save you right back Janis: so quotable today, you Janis: you're meant to be all visual Janis: 📷=1000 you know Jimmy: keeping it fresh like you said Jimmy: besides Jimmy: [sends her a pic of a half done done drawing of her he's working on instead of what he's meant to be doing] Jimmy: 🎨 = 1000 euros easy, mate Janis: damn Janis: I'm on my way Janis: you didn't have to be actually talented and cute about it Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: don't run too fast I've gotta finish and stick it up on a bit of blank wall first Janis: I won't Janis: even if I'll admit I have missed seeing your face about here, like Jimmy: it's the accent really Jimmy: I get it Jimmy: paddy lingo gets a bit samey when it's not !!!!!!!!!!!! Janis: yeah, your dulcet tones really do it for me Janis: what can I say? nice not having to pretend I can understand what you're chatting Jimmy: I know but tah for putting it on record Janis: you ain't allowed to put that in any sort of review, soz Jimmy: I won't, you can do better Janis: I'd say thanks for the faith but we all know you're just being cocky Jimmy: don't sound like me that Janis: no? Janis: sorry, who am I speaking to again Jimmy: 👻 lad Jimmy: cause of 💀 that brutal bit of #bants Janis: oh right, casper well can you get someone in here who is a bit cocky Janis: no offense but you're too nice for me, like Jimmy: 💔💔 Janis: see what I mean Jimmy: so demanding you Janis: yeah and what Jimmy: not part of the deal, were it? Janis: what wasn't? Jimmy: owt #ungoals Janis: do YOU know who you're talking to rn Jimmy: hang on, I'll get it Jimmy: starts with a J? Janis: 🖕 Janis: dickhead 😏 Jimmy: I do miss you Jimmy: no need to get a big head or make it weird but just Janis: I know Jimmy: do you know now's when you say it back Janis: I said it earlier! Janis: weren't you listening Jimmy: and what you're live tweeting? that character limit'll fuck you every time, gutted Janis: just saying Janis: we're even Janis: but I'll say it again if you want me to win, like Jimmy: how's that work? if you say it again I win Jimmy: it's me that wants to hear it Janis: rude that you want me to lose then Janis: but it don't feel like losing to me so Janis: I missed you Janis: more than I should, I reckon Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt Jimmy: nowt personal Jimmy: and I reckon you miss me the decent amount considering, like Janis: it's cool, I get to be #1 best gf ever and you can read about the shit job you're doing in my subtweets, like Janis: and what was that about not getting a big head? 🤔 Jimmy: do as I say not as I do, girl Jimmy: the northern approach to dating there for yous Janis: how's that worked for you so far Janis: #toosoon? Jimmy: 💔💀💀💔 Jimmy: #savage Janis: just sayin' Janis: don't reckon you should be going to your da for that advice Jimmy: too soon for me to be lining up the next girls who might fall for the looking at 'em instead of the paintings bollocks? Janis: 'course not Janis: got your pick of the art hoes, they'll lap it up Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: I'll crack on then Janis: I'll go home then Jimmy: I'll meet you there in a bit then Janis: 😑 Jimmy: it's alright save your enthusiasm for the IRL Janis: you're so annoying Jimmy: 💕 Janis: do you want me there or what 'cos I'm out Jimmy: do you wanna be here or what? Janis: obviously Janis: sounds like a blast Jimmy: so come on Janis: don't be a twat Jimmy: join the fun Janis: awh, you think I'm not always a twat Janis: how sweet Jimmy: you might have a couple of decent mins per day Janis: 💕 Jimmy: [snap] Janis: was about to say can't say the same for you but at least you're funny Janis: 😂 Jimmy: 😘 Janis: soz to break up your suck sesh but already on the bus so Jimmy: she'll be done soon Jimmy: no energy Janis: draining yours boy Jimmy: if she ends up swallowing my soul have a word with your god for me Jimmy: weren't my fault Jimmy: 🤞 she'll spit Janis: that's exactly the kinda sentiment that's keeping you out of heaven Janis: I ain't ruining my chances, soz Jimmy: 🎻🎻 Jimmy: have to keep badgering you for that 💀 death pact, eh, Juliet Jimmy: doing yourself in still a sin, yeah? Janis: last I checked Janis: he's not doing edits still, like Janis: 'less you wanna join one of those weird ones Jimmy: 👌👍 Jimmy: #datenight is still on 🔥💕 Janis: 😂 Janis: got a whole list to get through Jimmy: [sends her a pic of that drawing of her finished and stuck to the wall cos he's a nerd] Jimmy: just wiped my to do one til you get here Janis: Impressed Janis: but only a few minutes away so don't pat yourself on the back too hard yet Jimmy: 😏 Jimmy: why would I when I've got you to do it for me Janis: not what I had in mind but alright Jimmy: gotta keep that one track mind of yours on a heavenly track, babe Jimmy: not gonna be your ruin unless you ask for it Janis: but I don't wanna talk Janis: or pray Jimmy: if you look like you're praying that might get the job done Jimmy: try it Janis: boy Jimmy: What? Janis: I'm trying to focus here Jimmy: if you ain't up for the challenge Janis: shut up Janis: 'course I am Jimmy: don't sound like it Janis: you want me to do it now Janis: I was waiting 'til I got there but alright Jimmy: alright, shut up Janis: not really feeling the randoms on this bus but you know Jimmy: hang on, I'll get the orchestra Janis: got a few stops for someone hot to get on Janis: don't cry for me yet Jimmy: but I'm so close to tears Janis: I'll get you there baby Janis: 💕💔 Jimmy: #ultimategoals Janis: you know it Janis: so 🍀 you Jimmy: [tweets something extra about how lucky he is lol] Jimmy: now they know it an' all Jimmy: so welcome you Janis: 😏 Janis: so whipped too but can keep that between us Jimmy: 👍 Janis: right, coming in, where are you lot so I can avoid Jimmy: I'll do a slow mo run to the entrance Jimmy: 1 sec Janis: if anyone asks, I don't know you Jimmy: kissing strangers is fun, don't blame you Janis: try not to let on that you're that bored already Jimmy: 🤐 Jimmy: can stay between me and you Janis: can't let the fans down, like Jimmy: [appears and kisses her really dramatically only for the fans tho obvs] Janis: [sure guys lmao] Jimmy: [take your excuse to be really extra boy cos the fans are gonna love this can't deny it] Janis: ['hey, stranger'] Jimmy: [😏 and more kisses because always] Janis: ['come on then' like lead the way so we aren't just in the entrance like hello] Jimmy: [casual hand holding moment obvs he leads her to pose with the drawing cos we can pretend that's for the fans but really he wants it off the wall cos don't think its that good, oh boy I feel you] Janis: [such a proud little nerd face] Jimmy: [lowkey can't look at it or the bae so good thing he's 📷] Janis: [looks at the pics and does a 👍 too] Jimmy: [take the pic down and run to another part of this gallery] Janis: [when you're doing your best serious art appreciation impression looking at all the paintings like 🤔] Jimmy: [just loling at her cos you're already having more fun in these few mins than you have the whole time you've been there so far] Janis: [shushing him dramatically, probably making more noise than his lol 'this is a museum, show some respect'] Jimmy: [giving her a look like make me and saying 'or what?' as standard] Janis: [you know those doublesided benches they always have in the middle, casually pushing him down on that for a lap makeout moment] Jimmy: [such a mood, not soz other visitors] Janis: just getting tuts from the random old people who loiter everywhere in the day lmao] Jimmy: [doing the most to annoy them even more when he hears the disapproval cos 100% that bitch] Janis: Same honestly Janis: like don't test 'em lmao Janis: [] Jimmy: [so well suited you two] Janis: ['can I keep it?' the pic, obvs] Jimmy: [takes it out of his pocket and puts it into hers] Janis: ['big head, like' but really you just like it 'cos he did it] Jimmy: [kisses her on the head 'you can pull it off'] Janis: ['nerd' but kisses him back and it's way more soft than before when she was going in] Jimmy: [we love a soft moment] Janis: ['it's so boring when you're not there...and shit' Jimmy: ['should've taken art' gestures around with an unimpressed face 'never boring that'] Janis: ['I can see' 😏 'well if I knew there was gonna be a hot new boy, OBVIOUSLY I'd have picked different'] Jimmy: ['I get it, even a know it all like you weren't gonna see me coming, that #special, like' but kissing her neck as he says it all cos we both know he thinks she's sooo special bye] Janis: ['Obviously, new boy' #intoit and moving his hands to around her waist] Jimmy: [pulling her closer to him 5ever as he carries on] Janis: ['Okay, okay, I really missed you'] Jimmy: [makes a happy sound because can't not] Janis: [kissing his ear so she can whisper not 'cos she gives a fuck about anyone else here, clearly, but 'cos vulnerable so gotta say it quiet if you're gonna, 'it was like before when I didn't know you, or when you weren't here and I hated it'] Jimmy: [probably can't pull her any closer but tries to and holds her really tightly because not going anywhere and just the softest kisses ever] Janis: [shaking her head like pull yourself together bitch and changing the pace] Jimmy: [going with it cos he gets it being vulnerable is shit and hard]] Jimmy: [I can just imagine some art hoe putting them on her stories like she don't even take art!] Janis: [she doesn't even go here, regardless being like 'come on' 'cos take me somewhere we can actually do this] Jimmy: [should we let them actually leave? cos better option than bathrooms and the point of her showing up has been made] Janis: [why not, live ur dreams kids] Jimmy: [getting in trouble together is their thing] Janis: [hell yeah it is, and being talk of the town #standard] Jimmy: [1000% several art hoes saw them going into the bathroom and we know it] Janis: [gossipy hoes, even if none of the actual squad take it, some of their lesser friends blates do for the fashun vibe] Jimmy: [get in the gift shop after and piss about and shade their art hoe aesthetic] Janis: [all the socials lmao] Jimmy: [he steals her a keyring cos not gonna spend money but she's gotta have one] Janis: [💕 tbh] Jimmy: [now go have some actual fun and alone time kids]

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WIP Challenge

Tagged by: @summertime-children

Tagging: @astrologista, @atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine, @benditlikegumby, @cryptoriawebb, @ibmiller, @iceperialprincess, and @otherwise-uncolonized

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

I'll also do what deta did and post comments + short fragments.  (Be warned it'll be very long though, and most of these are actually Pokémon fics since I was a much more prolific writer when I was younger, and that was the fandom I wrote mainly for.)  I also won't be including "Heroes and Thieves" on here (or any DC/superhero stuff really since I’ve essentially “done” everything I had planned for now), as *technically* it is all already completed in draft form, and I'd like to keep things a surprise for whenever I do end up posting~

Hero and Seek

“Well, we’re all together now, so let’s have some fun, all right?  Don’t worry, it’s really simple.  One person is the ‘demon’, and the others have to hide from him.” “Eh?  A ‘demon’?  But that’s scary!” Three pairs of eyes turned up to her in fear.  Those eyes, which screamed and streamed the stark color of blood the first time she saw them – not just from tears, but from the ‘monster’ they believed dwelled deep within.  She thought for a moment, then removed her scarf. “How about this then?  Whoever’s the ‘hero’ has to find and rescue the others.  It’s a very important Blindfold Brigade mission!”

I’ll start with the one Kagepro fic I did attempt at least, which I described previously here, but is basically about Ayano + the Meka Trio playing “Hide and Seek” for the first time.  (I actually had it originally titled as that but just came up with this new version on the spot lol I’m so clever~)  For some reason I’ve always been hesitant about reading/writing Kagefic, but I actually got a fair bit farther in this than I thought, so perhaps I should try to finish it someday... Princes and Frogs

“K-Koizumi-senpai… Um… Please go out with me!” Itsuki stared down at the tiny underclassman, watching a rose mantle spread slowly over her cheeks as she gazed back with shy, but determined hope in her bespectacled eyes.  The older boy could make out his own handsome face reflected off the lens, a virtual image embellished by sparkling hearts and stars.  With dim satisfaction and relief, Itsuki ensured that his bright, patient smile betrayed no hint of the weary sigh that whispered behind it.

This is an intro excerpt of the first chapter I planned to write for an ItsuHaru fic from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, which I only ever posted the prologue for.  ItsuHaru was my first obsessive OTP, and I still think about returning to this story someday (especially since I have now proven to myself I *can* finish a full chapter fic if I put my mind to it), but it’s been so long I feel like I’d need to refresh my memory of the whole series/am still holding out hope for a Season 3 to motivate me again. *shot*

Fall to Pieces

As Itsuki stared at Yuki’s vacant visage, his resentment kept building.  His hands clenched, rigidly gripping the edge of the table.  Somehow, it just didn’t seem fair.  That she could so easily ignore the madness fate had dealt them, never reveal any signs of suffering or bitterness towards her situation, and yet always, always wear the same damn expression on her face. How could she possibly stand it? He can’t stand it. (any more)

An ItsuYuki one-shot, where Itsuki basically blows up at her from pent-up frustration over having to wear a mask all the time and his hidden feelings for Haruhi.  The two start to form a connection over their respective “unrequited loves”/understanding of each other’s pain, and one thing leads to another...  Like “Heroes and Thieves”, this is in fact technically “complete”, since I actually used the leftover steam from the former towards finishing at least one thing I started a long time ago - although I’m still not sure I’m totally satisfied with it/kinda want to wait to figure out what I’m doing with my other ItsuHaru fics before I publish it by itself.  (Incidentally the working title comes from an Avril Lavigne song lol.)

Little White Lies

“Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love.  But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty--perhaps the difficulty.” -George MacDonald, The Light Princess - Haruhi Suzumiya was walking on air. Itsuki could tell by the way she glided into the clubroom, sailing like a paper airplane – or a balloon with an inflated ego to match.

...Yeah that’s as far as I got with this.  This was meant to be a “White Day” story, which is Japan’s “answer holiday” to Valentine’s Day, where guys reciprocate by giving gifts to the girls who gave them chocolates.  I always wondered how the boys actually responded in-universe, and I imagine Itsuki secretly stressing out a lot about taking care to not upstage Kyon, but at the same time wanting to sincerely express his genuine appreciation and feelings towards Haruhi - whatever they may be.  In the end, he settles on a copy of “The Light Princess” by George MacDonald, which I highly recommend reading since it reminds me so much of this pair, and in general is such a fun and snappy “tongue-in-cheek” take on the fairytale genre. Sora in Wonderland

But wait- this one was a bit different from all its brothers and sisters.  For one thing, it was wearing a fancy waistcoat with pockets- and sleeves that were far too long for it.  As soon as it passed by her head, it stopped and slowly turned its head around to stare directly at her with its huge circular yellow eyes.  Sora stared vacantly back for a full five seconds before the information registered in her brain and she suddenly yelled, “Hey!”, and sat bolt upright.  The Heartless panicked upon hearing her voice and fled at top speed across the white sands, headed towards an opening in the rocks; Sora jumped down off her perch and immediately chased after it, no longer caring about the heat.  The Heartless hastily disappeared inside the cave, and Sora soon followed after, determined to catch the freaky little thing and ask it some questions, like what it was doing on the island at this time, and where on earth did it get a waistcoat.

OKAY SO I TOTALLY FORGOT THIS WAS A THING but apparently I tried to write a Kingdom Hearts parody of “Alice in Wonderland” lmao.  I’ve never actually played the games (aside from half of CoM), but it was probably inspired by a crossover art my friend drew? ^^; Also Sora is a girl in this bc that’s my headcanon and I’m sticking to it. XP *shot* Note: The following fics are all Pokémon-related so I’ll just be listing them in roughly chronological order (from most recent to ancient, although they’re all pretty old at this point). Stranger

The elder slowly rose to his feet, gazing at the boy, the champion, the stranger.  “In all this time, why didn’t you come back?  You could have seen for yourself how she was.” Lance wanted to yell something defiant, like a child.  But he wasn’t a child.  Children were forgiven for their mistakes.  And he didn’t want to be forgiven. The professor’s ancient hand came to rest on the boy’s shoulder.  “It’s the way this town works.  We don’t talk about things that happen outside our own world.  Maybe it was too long ago – too late for you to understand.” Lance didn’t say anything. “At least talk to Delia.  She’s been wanting to see you.” “Sorry.  It’s too late.” “You’re a bastard.” “I know.”

So this looks to be among the last things I’d written before taking a long break from fanfiction circa... 2007, jeeze.  Over 10 years, huh.  But, I think it speaks a certain amount of maturity that it’s the piece I liked most upon rediscovering.  It’s based on an idea I once had that Lance was (unknowingly) Gary Oak’s father, and he was friends/rivals with Ash’s father, who originally won the title of Champion but relinquished it so he could be with his “wife” and kid (or rather, then-pregnant teenage girlfriend).  *Something* happened though (I forget what I had in mind) and he ended up dying, leaving Lance bitter and depressed so he refused to return to Pallet Town because of too many painful memories.  (Though he *cough* “comforted” their other female childhood friend for one night of drunken grief before he left. ;()  What I like most about it honestly is the parallels bw Lance’s relationship with Ash’s dad and their sons’, and that amidst all the angst I enjoyed portraying the earnest energy and optimism of Ketchum(?) senior (”like father like son” after all).  I was definitely inspired by Mitsuki’s father in Full Moon wo Sagashite/Maes Hughes from Fullmetal Alchemist by making him a total “dork dad” who’d brag about his (illegitimate) family on national TV during the championship tournament lol.

Ihavenoidea

Either way, I get the feeling this really wasn’t what I had in mind when I made my decision to quit training.  I mean that in an intuitive sort of way.  Like, sometimes I feel as if I’m not meant to be here, like my life should have ended up differently someplace else.  Perhaps this is just one of those weird inconsistencies I told you about.  Perhaps not.  Even after all that’s happened to me recently, I still can’t really be sure about it.

...No seriously, I have no idea where I was going with this.  As far as I can tell it’s written from the POV of Gary Oak, whom I’ve always had a lot of... “complicated” feelings towards.  It probably has something to do with another concept I’ll discuss next, although for some reason it sounds like I was going for some sort of AU? *shrug* By contrast to the above, it reads like a whiny teenager complaining about his life - which makes me cringe but is probably an accurate portrayal of who I was at the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This one was actually dated a little after the previous, so my best guess is it was some kind of vent rant where I would “give up” writing/creating and “childish” ideals for a while, as I was wont to do - but I still always come back to it somehow... RainbowMolly

Molly stepped out from the car and onto the dusty road, her heart beating wildly.  She could hardly believe she was actually here, of all places. The ride had been long and mind-numbing with anticipation, and now that they’d finally arrived at the destination, it all felt somewhat surreal to her. A small bear clambered out from the vehicle, joining her as she stopped to take in the rustic view that met her bright blue eyes.  She smiled and picked up her Teddiursa, cuddling its warm, fuzzy body close to her own. Her gaze traveled down the road which stretched in both directions, houses lining up against its margins. She followed it with her eyes towards a hill in the distance, on top of which sat what looked like a quaint little farmhouse with a windmill, turning in the summer breeze.  She breathed in the country air, catching whiff of a faint salt smell from an ocean in the distance. So this was Pallet Town.

...Why I didn’t actually name the file “Chasing Rainbows” - which was the title I had planned for this - I don’t know.  This dates back to an old idea I had where I believed Molly Hale from the third Pokémon movie was secretly the true “God” of the Pokémon world - in the sense that the entire universe was an unknowing fantasy of her own creation, similar to Haruhi Suzumiya (ok fine this was totally a crossover/rip-off of the same concept so sue me OTL).  In a place where children never seem to grow up and can go on grand fantastical adventures forever, Gary always struck me as an anomaly who willingly *chose* to forego such a life to pursue more “adult” interests by becoming a researcher.  So I saw him as filling the role of “Kyon” - the cynical narrator who was destined to ground “God” and bring her back down to earth, but at the same time be won over by her innocence and charm and learn to appreciate “kids’ stuff” again.  However, the Legendaries were actually aware of the power Molly holds, and so saw Gary as a threat to their very being - as by “waking” the dreamer and having her face reality meant erasing their kinds’ entire existence.  As the “apocalypse” nearly occurred in the third film, Mew and Celebi took on human disguises (in the form of May and Max respectively) to investigate Ash, who was able to calm Molly and “save” the world by “perpetuating” the delusion (and whom Molly totally has a crush on btw *shot*).  So it’s a bit of a love triangle lol, with Mew and Celebi (*cough* an alien and a time traveler, get it? *shot*) acting as mediators/interference.  (Although Mew might’ve secretly shipped Gary and Molly herself. ;O)

Betrayal

And these blades, these damned scythes that attached themselves to my arms when I was born, a curse upon me since birth, though it had not been apparent up until now.  They were covered with blood, the vital crimson liquid that flows through our bodies, now dripping down the steel surface in a webbed pattern, drops beginning to splatter the pure, emerald grass below.  The arm felt heavy and weak as I tried to lift it, as if it did not belong to me, but that was only a wishful thought.  I gazed calmly at it, inspecting the intricate designs the flow of the substance had created, as if it were an abstract piece of artwork. Tentatively, a pink tongue rolled out and caught a small droplet of it just before it fell from the sharp edge, just to convince myself that it was real.  The semi-sweet, metallic taste confirmed this.  I had indeed taken these men’s lives, just as I had taken hers.

So I remember this was written from the POV of a Scyther who seemingly went on a murderous rampage.  I only know that I wanted to give him an “Edward Scissorhands”-like story, since the idea of having such sharp objects attached to one’s limbs so that one could never directly “touch” another without being a danger is pretty tragic.  I suspect “her” was someone (a human?) he cared about but killed by accident, and after that he was only seen as a symbol of power/treated as a tool to incite fear before eventually rebelling against his “master”... Roses

“If you love someone, you should give them something that’s yours. That shows how much you care for them.” In the darkness, I pictured his smiling face, explaining to me as he wrapped a present for his girlfriend. His blue eyes were shining with a sort of spirit unfamiliar to me; I guessed, a feeling of love.

Another “dark” take on a Pokémon’s biology (I really liked writing explorations of those back then lol), this time of Roselia.  The idea was that a Roselia was so in love with her trainer that she would do anything for him - including allow him to cut off her arms so he could give them to his girlfriend.  I actually ended up turning it into a poem at one point:

Love is like a rose they say, And affection leads to grief they warned. For in the end love betrays, Its Beauty maimed by a poisoned thorn. You gave me pure water with a smile. Your cheerful face became my sun. I offered up my blood to you, And in return demanded none. Chop off my wrists, and tie them together. I’ll gladly bleed myself to death. In order to give you that which I hold most dear. My dear, my dear, Won’t you accept this bouquet? You take it, smiling warily. A blush creeps onto your face. And in those eyes I can see A garden of roses stretched out, Composing a wondrous place. Then you bound my hands in lace, And brought them to the girl next door. You presented them to her with grace. … My blood continued to pour.

Fanfic

She smiled at me, although something about her expression indicated something wasn't quite right.  I watched as she glanced over towards the west, her gaze lingering momentarily on the setting sun.  The glowing, orange sphere was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, peaks cloaked in a pale, lavender haze illuminated by flickering beams of gold and scarlet cast across the horizon.

More accurately, I found this buried in a “catch-all” file where I had several (mostly finished) fics saved.  This was meant to be from the POV of an Eevee who had just evolved - supposedly into an Espeon due to happiness and bond with her trainer, which is what both wanted.  However, since it took place at sunset, she didn’t realize she had become an Umbreon instead, and her trainer ended up abandoning her for it. ;( It was a warm

Children’s shrieks and laughter echoed across the park as they flocked towards each other, and soon were chasing one another round the playground, weaving in and out between the swings as they partook in an innocent game of Tag.  One child was It; she was trying desperately to catch one of her friends so that they would take over the job instead.  Then it would be her turn to run away, for none of them wished to play the loathsome role of It.  Or was it because they feared being tainted by the person’s touch?  It must have been one of the two, for while she would struggle to reach them, catch hold of them, they would only flee, thoroughly enjoying the fact that they were vexing her.  Twice she nearly caught one.  Her fingertips were almost within reach of one of the other girls’ dresses, whose russet tresses were flowing wildly from the rush of movement and shining with golden highlights as the rays of the sun struck individual strands.  The target shrieked and shook her head, whisking her skirt free in time to escape capture, laughing with glee at the sight of the girl left behind, miserable and alone. 

Yeah I totally just went with the default beginning of the first sentence lol.  I guess this comes full circle with the first Kagepro fic I mentioned (although I’m not even sure I was aware back then that the Japanese version of the game literally called “It” a “demon”, which is even more fitting).  I believe this was part of a Pokémon series I was writing involving a creepy little girl and Mewtwo who would bring about the end of the world or something like that, but generally I guess I was just going for a “Catcher in the Rye” feel. *shrug* Golden Lights

The pale, rosy fingers of dawn were filtering in through the Granite Cave entrance, basking a small area near the opening in pinkish illumination.  Just out of reach of its expanse sat little Mika, huddled in the gloom of the shadows, watching the light creep steadily towards her as the glowing ball of fire rose slowly towards the East.  She knew about the Light that came from Outside.  There were plenty other small apertures broken into the cavern walls and ceiling that allowed some thin streams of gold brilliance to trickle through.  She had always done well to avoid them.  The brightness was like poison to her skin.  But they weren’t the Lights she’d had described to her by the old Crobat that always resided now deeper within the underground chambers, dozing now, most likely.  He wouldn’t awaken until night came round, and she did not wish to rouse him and perhaps disturb him from a pleasant dream.  She was very wise about things like that, being the young child that she was.  Still, she would have liked to hear a story to comfort her just then.

Last one I could find, about a Sableye who, like Icarus, literally “flew too close to the sun”.  In this interpretation I imagined that Sableye were creatures who could not stand sunlight at all, as it would cause their skin to burn.  But Mika (pronounced like “Mica”) always dreamed of going outside to see the “Light” anyway.  She was eventually tempted by Mew to leave the cavern under her angelic PROTECTion and step into the Light, who was acting as Ho-Oh’s messenger to “recruit” souls to “live eternal as an element of Ho-Oh’s Guarding Flame“, as the PROTECT faded and a “holy fire” began to spread.  I guess I was going for a Biblical/”Rapture”-esque reference.  (...Man I sure was obsessed with the endtimes as a kid. *shot*)

#Kagerou Project #Tateyama Ayano #Mekakushi Trio #Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu #ItsuHaru #ItsuYuki #Pokemon #Gary Oak #Molly Hale #fanfiction #starstories #astrologista #atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine #benditlikegumby #cryptoriawebb #ibmiller #iceperialprincess #otherwise uncolonized

[lilmajorshawty]

Going through the progressed moons as stages in life.

LIBRA AND SCORPIO PROGRESSED:

It’s kind of strange how progressed moon in libra is when relationships start to bloom in someone’s life and then Scorpio progressed moon comes along and is like “el oh el I’m about to brake y’all up, cause pain makes you stronger c:” the two come hand in hand since this is the start and end of puberty so to speak! It’s that moment where a lot of us meet that someone who makes us wanna say the doomed “I love you” but it’s also that moment when we feel the true meaning of the phrase “I hate you” it’s the playful fun years but also the emotionally draining and intense psycholanlysis that comes with it. Losing ones virginity could happen during this time but it can also be ones first heartbreak. Things will feel pretty and tender and even sentimental with libra but Scorpio things will feel heavy and overwhelming and almost like the world is on the verge of digging you 90000 feet into the floor.(During this time your venus aspects and Pluto aspects to personal plants are highlighted so this is the time in which these aspects are grown from and even dealt with)

SAGITTARIUS AND CAPRICORN PROGRESSED:

And then progressed sag moon strolls in like “hey so I was thinking? How about we just say fuck it and develope loose but meaningful relationships with people that kinda matter but also who cares?!And you just start living and thriving and practicing self love—BUT then progressed cap moon comes in like “so buddy I think it’s time to come to terms with the fact that maybe you’re not as happy as you thought you were” *que* the depression and mid life crisis. This is the adolescent-maturity phase! This is when the world looks real big and vast and when it’s harder to get you to settle down! But you know why right!? Because you’ve just been through some shit with that Scorpio moon and now you wanna brake free and relax and take things light but cap moon is gonna challenge that! He’s going to show you that actions have consequences and I’m not gonna lie it’ll get hard life will suck and GURL GROWING UP IS A ABSOLUTE MESS? Who invented bills? Who invented bank accounts? Taxes who? And trust me you’ll be feeling like all your trauma is pulling up on you with a lot of aggression but you’ll survive and you’ll be super noir baby. (During this time your Jupiter aspects and Saturn aspects to personal planets are brought to attention and this is when they’ll receive the most growth)

AQUARIUS MOON PROGRESSED:

Then finally progressed aqua moon comes like the gender neutral goddess they are and brings you to music festivals and random strolls to the store you never thought you needed but somehow find joy in doing at 10pm at night. But mean while you’re unable to process why you where crying for 45 minutes on the way to your lecture but who cares because feelings are foreign and impossible em I right? But see you focused so much on making yourself tough and ready for the world that you forget to pamper your own feelings! You haven’t done so in awhile! It’s been a few years since sister Scorpio so what now? Well that’s the thing nothing-this is the time where it’ll seem like your viewing your emotions and actions from the outside looking in. Your In recovery mode.(your Uranus and Saturn aspects once again are called to attention!)

PISCES MOON PROGRESSED:

Then karma pin drops in her gold plastered stilettos and vetments bandolier bag as progressed Pisces moon comes and shits on all the emotional baggage you’ve been ignoring till later and as you spend the next 2.5 years having meetings with emotions you didn’t know you had. There’s going to be a lot of emotional confusion! People are gonna think you’re a guru and let me tell you DONT DATE THAT PAINTER BOY!! DONT LET HIM PAINT YOU LIKE ONE OF HIS ART THOTTIE BOTTIES ITS A TRAP. You’ll meet incredible people during this time and hell you might even become more religious. It’ll seem like you’re being guided but it’ll also seem like you lose yourself in everything and anyone. It’s a dangerous time but it’s also a very spiritually rewarding one. Keep your head up buttercup and once again if I catch you at a art museum I want to throw hands ok? OK?(here your Neptune aspects are brought to the forefront and bitch it’ll hurt)

ARIES MOON PROGRESSED:

Sister Aries progressed moon shows up as that wild asf headache that you’re suddenly dealing with regularly and the bouts of sexual frustration and LONER mentality that you’re both kinda feeling like is a bad thing but lowky loving it because you’ve made some unhealthy co dependent relationships with sister Pisces moon. Your eyes could start acting up real bad like I’m taking blurry mic sclurry. You’ll be blunt and dynamic and people are gonna respect and fear you because they don’t know if your mad or happy and guess what neither do you. You’ll be your own person genuinely and you’ll feel like life is a breeze because you have control of it but hey be careful sis not everything is in the palm of your hands! Also animals are kinda gonna hate you sometimes not because there’s something wrong but because of how instinctual and raw Aries is and how,Ja know animals be it’s like you know you’re literally at eachothers necks lmao. You and mommy are either gonna be super cool or super caught in arguments. (Your mars aspects will be brought to attention! and hey don’t worry it won’t be so bad)

TAURUS MOON PROGRESSED:

But right as you start to enjoy the young wild and reckless lifestyle papa Taurus progressed moon comes in and starts to take you on the long road of finance and tax deductions—ah the fun and joy of adulting and falling asleep at 9 because now you’re not no longer a wee little lad who could party and harty from dusk to dawn. He rewards you with food though lots of it and sis the curves! You’ll meet some sensual lovers and might even learn to appreciate fallacio 👀. It’s a romantic time but also a very relaxed yet busy time! GET SLEEP! Eat! Enjoy the world! (Your venus aspects once again sweetie! Tell em I said hi)

GEMINI MOON PROGRESSED:

But you know the reclusive money schmoney life style gets halted when brother Gemini moon progressed comes by with the gadgets! And the socializing! Now you’re out and about talking about things you know nothing about but would love to learn about! People are fast paced and the street lights seem so bright! Your eating less but mainly because you’re always on the go! Oh my my my but what about your love life? (Your mercury will never be the same dah dah dah lol jk but no seriously this is mercury aspects)

CANCER MOON PROGRESSED:

Here comes the lullaby as the bird songs! Cancer progressed moon shimmers in with some blankets and hot cocoa. Simply now, simplicity is the word. Your not doing much—your a homebody-chilling, making peace with your feelings and being in them 78/9 of the time but hey that’s great because you’ve been through a mess haven’t you!? From feeling to not understanding what you feel to well feeling them all the time! This might be the time in your life where if you’re in your late 20s or late 30s yah might be having baby’s or even buying a house HOUSE you know like the kind you spend the rest of your life in and the one that your husband some how managed to spill Spaghetti suace in the floor and absolutely ruin it because he’s a fool but you love him. (This is your lovely moon!! Your natal moon aspects will be higleted and grown from here)

LEO MOON PROGRESSED:

Then comes LOUD Leo swaying her hips with all that sass! This progression is gonna be a hoot! It’ll be that climax before the climax! Where you think you have it all figured out! The confidence, the looks, the saucy head turns and hair flips but BOOM aslfnksnsosjs your ego is gonna fluctuate like a mad man. The ego is gonna be in question a lot—how you relate to others what they mean to you what you mean to them it’s gonna be dramatic but it’ll also feel like you’re being your most “you” it’s the time where life is felt with a unwavering passion and where every win feels like you’ve conquered the entirety of our universe and every lose will feel like some one through 892929922 black holes and planets untop of your head. (Your sun aspects and placements will be the focus here bb)

VIRGO MOON PROGRESSED:

Lastly miss quiet and virgin mistress in her all white dress and shimmering black eyes stares upon you. It’s time for the quiet moment in your life—it’s the passive yet not so passive years-you do more watching your honning your craft and thinking more about everything, the way you walk, the way you talk—your hygiene is gonna come in question and not to be vulgar but questions like “should my dick smell this way?!” “Should I buy different underwear” “maybe I should wash my hair like..” it’s kinda mundane but it’s the good kinda mundane! You’re smelling better and looking emaculate and you know why? Cause you’re about to walk into libra moon and meet yah boo so the story starts all over again. (Lastly it’ll be mercury again! Lucky he gets a double turn like Taurus)

Note: feel free to reference to decans as this still applies! So if your progressed sag moon is in the Aries decan read for sag and Aries moon! And so on!

#mine #progressed moon #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagitarrius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

[mischiefandi]

Mine - Stiles Stilinski

A/N: Hello everyone! I cannot begin to tell you guys how excited I am about posting this!!!! I’ve spent so long working on this imagine and I honestly am pretty proud of how it turned out, I really hope you’ll enjoy it. This was written for @dylanobemineforever ‘s writing challenge (thank you for organising this, I had so much fun writing this imagine). The rule was to write whatever we wanted about any one of DOB’s characters but it had to be based off a song (from a given list). This imagine was based off the song Mine by Bazzi (lyrics are hereeeee)

I’d also like to thank @susybird for proofreading this pic for me, you are an absolute angel and your reactions to it were incredibly sweet! A inappropriate amount of wet sloppy kisses (on the cheek lmao) to @itsbilescallmebiles, thank you Weird Al for encouraging me and making me smile like an idiot during the whole process of creating this. @hellogoodbyebitch, I could not have written this without you!!! You were an absolute sweetheart and you made me feel much more confident about my work every single time I was unsure. You guys are the best <3

Check out my Masterlist for more content! Part 2 Coming Soon!!!

Summary: What was supposed to be a joyous night celebrating the engagement of Y/N Y/L/N and Alec Meyers turns into a whirlwind of unexpected events which begs the question, how did we get here?

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, and that’s about it?

Word Count: 11K

Enjoyyy :)) Tell me what you think plssss

How did we get here?

“It was back in 2016. We were both in college and I was living in dorm C which was just across dorm D, where Y/N was living with her roommate Malia.”

Everyone in the room was listening to Alec’s speech. His navy blue suit fit him like a glove and his tie had been perfectly knotted, most probably by Y/N, who somehow had always mastered the delicate art of male accessorising. She was standing next to him in a knee-length dark purple dress and holding a generously filled champagne glass. Her delicate fingers held the crystal object with grace as the solid rock on her ring finger glistened brightly, and her eyes were focused on Alec’s handsome face as she breathed in his words.

“The dorm laundry room was in a small hall that connected the two dorms and because my close friend and roommate Ben was constantly in the company of,-” he cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly,-“young girls, I would usually go sit in said hall and study there. Then one day, I was working on a research paper and I was hungry. So I got up and walked up to the vending machine across from me and I bought myself a pack of Skittles. Now, let me remind you guys, I had just turned 21, I was in community college, I barely had enough money to buy pizza and a coke, so naturally, when I saw the price was 2 dollars and a quarter I wasn’t exactly thrilled. But I bought it anyway, cause I was hungry. I had three quarters left in my pocket and I went back to my seat on the floor, when the most beautiful girl in the world walked into the hall. And I swear,-” he laughed, shaking his head,-“my heart literally did a somersault in my chest! I was breathless!”

“Al,” Y/N whispered as she wrapped her arm around his waist and blushed deeply.

“And um…the pretty girl came up to me and then asked me something. Thing is I was so mesmerised by her that I had to ask her to repeat her question. And what was the question again?” Alec looked down at Y/N and grinned lovingly.

“I asked him if he had any money because I was three quarters short from finishing my last load of laundry,” Y/N answered as she smiled brightly.

“I immediately took out the coins from my pocket and without even talking, I placed them in her hand. And let me tell you, sparks flew! I mean seriously, fireworks!” Chuckles and “awwws” could be heard all around the room but the couple was too distracted by each other to notice. “She thanked me, went back to the laundry room and I went back to work. After about fifteen minutes, she came back and placed a small folded piece of paper on the floor in front of me, then, she winked and walked away. Obviously, I read the note and it turned out to be her number. I called her that very night and we went on our first date the next day. Seems like ages ago now doesn’t it?”

“It really does,” Y/N answered softly before burying her face in his chest. Everyone around them applauded loudly and Y/N turned to face the crowd, her gaze falling on a specific group of people very close to her heart. 

Malia was wearing a sleeveless black dress that ended a few centimetres over her knees, her arm was wrapped lovingly around Scott’s as he grinned widely and clapped his hands together. Lydia was with Jordan, they were exchanging a light kiss and his arms were wrapped around her waist, his fingers tugging at the light pink fabric of her top and holding her close against his grey suit. On their right stood Y/N’s best friend. He was wearing a light blue shirt with a black blazer over it, but no tie, he hated ties. His hair was dishevelled, not being all that different from its usual spiky demeanour, and his amber eyes were gazing into hers. She smiled fondly at him and he smiled back, yet she couldn’t help but notice his eyes weren’t following suit. “Thank you all for being here, we hope you have a nice evening!” Y/N exclaimed as she seized her fiancé’s hand and dragged him away from the centre of the room. “I hate to leave you but I have to go mingle,” she told him before planting a kiss on his cheek and disappearing into the crowd. He grinned and went to say hello to his guests.

“You guys are just too cute Y/N,” said Lydia as the stunning brunette made her way over.

“I know right? God I love him…” Y/N smiled timidly as she sipped her champagne.

“You should! He’s petty hot in that suit…” added Malia, earning herself a couple of raised eyebrows, including from her boyfriend.

“Thank you, Malia, but I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna wake up Scott’s alpha side.” Y/N winked at her friend and Scott laughed. Stiles, however, stayed silent.

“Hey Stiles, come with me, I’m gonna get myself another drink okay?” He nodded and they both walked away from the group. A couple of people stopped Y/N from going any further in order to congratulate her on the engagement and she politely thanked them, not noticing Stiles’ incessant eye rolls. Finally, they had made their way to the liquor table on which dozens of different alcohols were being displayed.

“Are you okay? You seem a little…quiet, which isn’t a good look on you,” Y/N asked worriedly as she poured a little peach liquor in her glass.

“I’m fine,” Stiles stated calmly, his eyes staring at the bottom of his own.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s a romantic that one,” Stiles pointed out as he looked over the crowd to see Alec’s face. Y/N’s eyes turned in the same direction as his and she smiled as she shifted her weight.

-“Yeah, he is.”

-“Little over the top don’t you think?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“Well I mean, come on. ‘Fireworks?’ Could he be any more cliche?”

“Stiles it was super sweet.” Y/N laughed as she sipped at her peach vodka.

“Exactly, too sweet. So sweet it became gross.”

“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react right now.” The brunette’s smile had disappeared. She frowned and stared at him.

“Are you sure he’s not gay?”

“What?” Y/N asked, obviously starting to get very annoyed by Stiles’ comments.

-“He’s way too sensitive to be into women.”

-“How much did you drink Stiles?”

-“A lot more than he has.”

-“And I’m supposed to be impressed?”

-“Why are you even marrying him? You’re legal you know, no need for a green card.”

“You’re an ass, Stiles.” Y/N walked away from him and walked back to the group, her nostrils flaring.

Stiles downed the rest of his drink and followed her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Lydia.

-“I don’t know.”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s Stiles, he’s acting really weird, and kind of insulting really.”

-“What did he say to you?”

“Um, guys?” Scott asked as he looked back at the centre of the room where the mic was being given to someone who had yet another strong drink in his hand.

-“He said Alec was gay and I know it’s stupid but I don’t know, he’s being weird and-”

-“-Guys.”

-“Why would he say that?”

-“I don’t know he ju-”

-“-Guys!”

“What?” Exclaimed the three girls as they turned to Scott.

“Stiles has the mic.”

“Oh god…” Y/N muttered as she realised that Stiles was in fact in the middle of the room and currently tapping the mic with his index.

“Testing. Testing.” The room started to quiet down and everyone turned to the drunk young man expectantly.

“Good evening everyone, my name is Stiles Stilinski anddddddd I know what you’re thinking, weird name rrrright? Yeah, I know, it’s weird, it’s not my actual name, but Alec, that’s a real name, that’s Alec’s real name anyways. Alec’s kind of weird too right? I mean seriously, try repeating Alec fifty times out loud and you’ll understand what I mean. Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec,…”

“I’m gonna go take the mic from him,” Scott said before walking up to his friend. But Stiles had seen him coming and put the mic out of arm’s reach.

“Okay fine I’ll stop repeating Alec, besides I don’t need to anymore, everyone understands now. Here’s what I want to say. I want to talk about Y/N because she’s the reason why everyone’s here tonight right? Y/NNNN. What to say about Y/N…” Stiles sighed loudly and walked a little further from Scott.

“Y/N and I met in high school! Yep. High School sweethearrrrrts if you will, although I guess not sweethearts cause well, we’re not dating, we didn’t date, never did. But we were close! Still are, right? Where is sssshe rrrright now? Oh, there you are! Hey Y/N!” Stiles pointed his finger at her and shouted out her name while she just stared at him, appalled by his slurred words and drunk behaviour. She wasn’t the only one. The entire room was looking at him, whispers were being exchanged between the different guests and pitiful eyes sent her glances every once in a while.

“She looks maaaaaad…I mean she has a right to be, I’m being an asssss right now! Why would she want an asshole when she has a sensitive, kind and perfect Ken Doll to keep her company, am I right?” His words, harsh as they were, didn’t phase Alec in the least and his soft eyes rested on Y/N’s stoic expression.

“Babe, do you want me to talk to him? I think he drank a little too much,” he whispered in her ear and she shook her head calmly.

“Scott’s dealing with it.”

“By the way Ken, you’re a really nice guy! Really romantic and sweet and you’re hot as hell I mean how the actual fffuck can someone like me compete with a blonde mmmale bimbo like youuu? Does that ever complicate stuffff? Being that hhhot? I mean it must right? People must think you’ve gotta be the dumbest person alive because of your hotness. I mean it’s practically a hate crime being that hot and being smart! You know most people would feel threatened by you, but me? Not me, I don’t feel threatened, at alllllllllllll. Like at all. Why would I be? You know? I’m happppy! I’m glad you’ve got that great lawyer gig thing, and I’m really happy your breath smells like mint, and I’m even happier you got the girlll of every guy’s dreams! I mean, woaaah!! It’s like you won the lottery with that one! In fact, I think-”

“-Shut up Stiles, stop it right now, I’m serious.” Scott grabbed Stiles by the arm and dragged him away from the crowd.

“Mic Drop!” Stiles exclaimed before throwing the mic up in the air, making it land right on the table on which the alcohol and champagne glasses were being kept. Guests exclaimed as the shattering glass fell on the floor of Alec and Y/N’s home. One of the caterer’s helpers quickly rushed to the scene and started to clear it up but it was an absolute mess.

“I can’t believe you, Stiles! What the hell is wrong with you?” Malia slapped Stiles so hard he swore every single guest had heard it. And just as if it couldn’t get any worse, Alec put his firm hand on his shoulder and opened his mouth to talk to him.

“Stiles, obviously, you’re not well. Why don’t I get you home so you can get some sleep?“

Stiles was about to answer something rude when Y/N shot him a glare.

“That’s okay Al, I’ve got it. Enjoy the rest of your night, guys!” Scott reassured them kindly as he started dragging Stiles towards the front door.

“No Scott, let me. I’ve got a couple things I wanna say to Stiles before he goes to bed,” Y/N said before squeezing her fiancé’s hand and leaving the house with her drunk friend.

Stiles’ apartment was a good 30 minutes away from where the engagement party was taking place, which made the car ride extremely awkward seeing as neither Stiles nor Y/N spoke a word. Stiles, who was sitting in the passenger’s seat, looked out the window and focused on the lights coming from the lampposts along the streets. The silence was excruciatingly tense and finally, the tie-less young man cleared his throat and looked back at his friend, only, she didn’t look back.

“Y/N, stop furrrrrowing your brow like that, or you’ll ave wrinkles fo life.”

“Fuck you, Stiles,” she snapped.

“Oh cm'on, was a joke,” he said, raising his voice. He seemed annoyed at her anger, which only worsened her mood.

“What the hell was that Stiles?”

“What was what?” Stiles rarely played dumb, but when he did, it riled her up.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Y/N pulled her eyes away from the road to look at him and her glistening eyes erased the smug look on his face instantly. Y/N was driving pretty fast, but somehow the sight of her breathtaking orbs across which danced the furtive city lights of LA seemed to slow down time, and it even seemed to sober him up a little. Realising he had probably been staring at her a little too long, he snapped out of his daze and looked away.

“Stiles?” she asked him, her voice a little softer than before.

“I’m sorry.”

Neither of them said anything for a while. Y/N focused on the road ahead, occasionally letting her eyes set themselves upon her high school friend whereas Stiles avoided her stares, his head turned in the opposite direction. Eventually, Y/N sighed and turned on the radio. The song Mine by Bazzi started to play and she let her head fall back against her headrest.

Yeah, I just had lil’ bit too much Hennessy

Just gotta tell you how I feel

You so fucking precious when you smile

Hit it from the back and drive me-

Y/N turned off the radio instantly, the beginning of the song felt much too familiar and it was making her uncomfortable. Silence was good enough, for now…

The car stopped in front of a large concrete apartment building about twenty minutes later and Y/N didn’t even help Stiles out of the car, which obviously annoyed the crap out of him. She did wait for him though, and five minutes later, they were about to enter Stiles’ apartment, 3B. The drunk young man struggled to put the key in the lock and Y/N grabbed it from him, opening the door herself. She didn’t want to wait for another half hour before getting home and Stiles was taking forever.

“Thanks,” he slurred.

In they went, and as soon as Y/N entered the apartment, an awful smell of smoke, alcohol and sweat filled her nostrils.

“Oh my god, Stiles, ever heard of windows?” she groaned rhetorically, quickly walking up to the large window above the couch on which she dropped her purse. She made sure she had opened it wide enough to make the air inside the living room breathable when she turned around and realised Stiles had disappeared. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Stiles?” she called out before going into the small kitchen on her left. “Stiles? Stiles, I’m not in the mood for hide-and-seek so would you please ju-,” Y/N stopped talking when she heard an awful sound come from the bathroom.

The door was ajar and she could make out Stiles’ blazer on the tiled floor. She slowly walked into the dark bathroom, and her eyes rested upon Stiles in his sweaty light blue shirt, with both his legs lying on either side of the toilet and his head resting on the seat. He looked like a mess. “Stiles-…”, the second she opened her mouth, Stiles buried his face in the toilet again and the nauseating sounds she had heard before coming in resonated inside the porcelain bowl. Immediately, she bent down and placed herself on her knees right behind him in order to rub his back with her palm. She was angry with him, furious even, but he was her best friend, and even his drunk behaviour wasn’t enough for her to forget empathy. “It’s okay, let it out. Let it all out.” He groaned as she tried to soothe him with her soft voice. Finally, he rested his head on the seat again, the bile having completely left his body. They stayed that way for a while. Y/N kept rubbing circles with her hand, occasionally switching between left and right when one got tired and he made little moans every once in a while. Eventually, he started to shift and she helped him up, his knees had obviously been weakened by the amount of scotch he had consumed at the engagement party. Y/N filled up a glass with tap water and practically forced it down his throat, cleaning out the last of his vomit. “Are you okay?” she asked him calmly. He nodded and walked past her, banging his shoulder against the side of the door as he left the room, leaving her alone in the dark.

She followed him and that’s when she really noticed the mess Stiles was living in. Dirty dishes were left in various places in the living room, and empty beer cans and bottles were lying around everywhere. Old pizza boxes, some still containing a few slices were stacked up in the corner of the room and there were dirty clothes everywhere she looked. “Stiles, what the hell…” she muttered to herself. He had gone into the kitchen and while she expected him to come out with a sandwich in hand, he came out with a pack of beer. Her kind expression immediately turned to an angry glare and she blocked his way. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going into my living room.” he tried to walk past her but she blocked him again and he started to get impatient. “Let me pass,” he said harshly.

“No. No, you are not ruining my evening by getting drunk and embarrassing my fiancé and then drinking yourself into a coma.”

“I made myself throw up Y/N, a lot of alcohol has left my body and I’d like to get some back in, I’m a grown ass man, and I’ll do as I please, so let me pass,” he said angrily as he pushed her aside, something she never thought he would do. Shocked by his actions, she turned around only to face his back and retaliated.

“A grown ass man? Really? Cause the crap you pulled at the party, that wasn’t exactly what I’d call mature Stiles.”

He didn’t even turn to look at her, he just sat himself down on his laundry covered couch and opened a can. “I can take care of myself Y/N, go away.”

Her eyes widened at his comment and she stomped towards him. “I can see that! Yeah, this place doesn’t look like a frat party tornadoed its way in here!” she exclaimed sarcastically and he avoided her eyes, staring into his can. “Give me that!” she finally yelled before swiftly taking his beer. He shot up instantly and grabbed her by the wrist.

“I’m sorry,” he said, letting her go immediately. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, falling back down on his couch. Her nostrils were flaring and she stared him down, her mouth slightly open, letting a thin line of air in and out. “I’m-”

-“-sorry, yeah you’ve said so.”

-“Y/N-”

-“Are you gonna talk?”

He looked up at her and that’s when she realised just how terrible he looked. His skin was pale and he had huge bags underneath his chocolaty eyes. They were reddened, which translated a lack of sleep. He was unshaved and his prickly stubble covered the beautiful constellation on the side of his face. His hair was unkempt, like it usually was, but it just added to the feel of brokenness Stiles was projecting onto her.

“I’m just tired.” his eyes stared down at the ground and he rubbed his hands together as though he was trying to keep warm.

“Obviously, but there’s something else, and I’m not gonna wait around all night for you to tell me what it is.” Again, Stiles looked up at her but didn’t say anything.

“Fine,” Y/N said, letting her arm slap against her waist before grabbing her purse and walking towards the doorway. She put her hand on the knob and started to turn it when she heard him speak. “You’re my best friend.” She stopped dead in her tracks, her heart thumped against her ribcage as she turned around.

“You have been since we were juniors. Do you remember how we met?”

 She didn’t respond and he got up.

“We met at that party. Benjamin Wilson’s party. Everyone was there, even freshmen. You were wearing your dark blue flannel shirt with the black tank top you always wore. And you had those black jeans with the scissored cuts at the end. I remember that your hair was tied up in this messy bun and you weren’t wearing any makeup, you were just…you.”

Stiles was almost whispering as he started to walk towards her, very slowly, as though she were a kitten he was trying not to scare away.

“You were leaning against a wall and uh, you were watching people dance and drink. You had a beer can in hand but, it was unopened. And then they started a mosh pit and I tried to get away before getting caught up in the middle of it. That’s when some idiot decided to jump around outside of the mosh pit and pushed me against you-”

“And then your drink spilled all over me and I punched the guy who pushed you,” Y/N breathed out. He smiled softly and kept going, the distance between the two of them growing smaller.

“Yeah. I kept saying sorry but you just laughed and blamed it on the poor guy who had a nosebleed. We spent all night talking and making fun of the idiots who were getting drunk and making out. You gave me your number but I lost it.”

“And on Monday, I showed up at the high school as a transfer and you spent all day trying to convince me you hadn’t ghosted me on purpose.”

“Did it work? Did I convince you?” inquired Stiles, even though he already knew the answer. His face was dangerously close to hers and his alcohol-tainted breath fanned across her chin.

“Stiles…” she whispered, her eyes shut tight.

“Did I?”

“Stiles, you shouldn’t-”

“Y/N,” Stiles muttered. Y/N was about to do something stupid when suddenly she felt his hand on her left hip and she immediately opened her eyes and pushed him away, making her purse fall to the floor in the process.

“What are you doing Stiles?” she questioned almost accusingly. He looked confused and hurt when he suddenly started to unbutton his shirt.

“Are you serious? What the hell is wrong with you!” Y/N gasped as she covered her eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m just changing. Besides, you’ve already seen me shirtless before.”

“Right except you didn’t try to kiss me when I did,” she stated, uncovering her eyes.

“You think that was me trying to kiss you?” he asked, still shirtless.

She stared at his slightly toned stomach, and couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of his happy trail.

“Well, what were you doing if you weren’t trying to kiss me?”

“I…” he started, but quickly pulled a red sweater down his upper body and sat down on the armrest of his couch.

“You…?”

“Will you just drop it?” he asked roughly. She shut up and shifted her weight. Silence. Complete and utter silence, they were both looking into each other’s eyes but their stares were tense and cold. Finally, Y/N went into the kitchen, not seeing the puzzled look on Stiles’ face. He heard a lot of shuffling and pots and pans clashing before she finally came back into the room gripping a black trash bag with both hands. She bent down and started to throw the crumpled up cans into the bag. He got up and walked towards her but she turned around, pretending not to notice he was about to talk.

“Y/N what are you doing?” he sighed loudly as if her actions were exasperating. She ignored his question, deeming it stupid as he could clearly see that she was cleaning up his mess. One by one, the cans left the carpeted floor and Stiles just stood there, staring at his friend who had tied her hair up into in a messy bun. 

“Y/N.” Again, she ignored him and got up, walking past him to start grabbing his dirty clothes. He watched her delicate fingers tightly hold the collar of his favorite flannel and his eyes welled up when he had a déjà vu. She was the same. She was just like she had been at that party seven years ago, with her hair untamed and a flannel on her body. The neon lights coming from the bar across the street, coloured her soft skin, it’s usual white tone replaced by a pattern of blue and red. She was simply breathtaking. That was all he could think about as she kept securing his shirts onto her outreached arm. 

“Y/N.” he muttered to himself not expecting her to hear his hoarse voice. 

“What?” she snapped, finally letting her eyes pierce through his.

“What are you doing?” he forced himself to ask aloud.

“What does it look like I’m doing,” she retorted angrily before pushing past him roughly. “I’m cleaning up your mess because as usual, you’re incapable of doing so yourself.” Her words hurt him more than he’d care to admit. She was never this angry, she was always understanding and kind. Never in a million years did he think Y/N of all people would speak so harshly. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N kept her lips sealed shut and this made the blood in his veins boil. 

“Enough with the fucking silent treatment!” he shouted out angrily, the vein in his forehead pulsating furiously. She stopped dead in her tracks and his heart shattered when he realised that her gorgeous eyes were welling up. 

“I’m s-” he tried to say as he stepped forward, but she didn’t let him finish. She walked up to him and before he knew it, a hot white feeling of pain flashed upon his cheek and he let out a yelp. 

“What the hell was that for?” he exclaimed, immediately cupping his cheek with both his hands. She didn’t answer but instead, crashed her lips to his.

The sudden action made Stiles’ eyes widen instantly and his heartbeat sped up so much he thought his chest was going to burst. ‘What is happening right now?’ he asked himself as his lips chose to respond to Y/N’s actions. The kiss was so many things all at once.

It was honest. The way their lips fit together perfectly, as if their bodies were a puzzle and all they needed was to be connected in order to be complete, the way she tugged at his collar with both hands, desperately trying to hold on to him as if she were about to lose him at any minute, the way his heart called out her name with every beat in his chest, all of those things proving to one another that it was more than just a kiss.

It was passionate. Stiles brought his hands to her waist and pushed her against the wall, making his lamp fall to the floor in the process. He brought his right hand up to her face and slipped his fingers through her soft hair, lightly tugging at it as she pushed her body closer to him. His scruff felt deliciously rough against her smooth cheeks when the tip of his tongue grazed her lower lip and she granted him entry without hesitation, letting his muscle caress her own needily.

The kiss was angry. Y/N’s taste bud lit up instantly when she tasted the vile aftermath of smoking and drinking in his mouth and suddenly, she felt her heart beat faster than it had been, only she couldn’t tell if it was from her anger or the way Stiles was dragging his nails slowly against the back of her dress. She harshly bit his lower lip and he groaned as she drew a tiny drop of blood, but he didn’t care. She was there, doing things to him he had always dreamt of but never had the chance to experience. That’s when it happened. A distinctive sound buzzed through Y/N’s purse and their bodies shot apart, Y/N immediately wiping at her lips as she avoided Stiles’ eyes.

She hurried across the room and yanked her purse off the floor in order to get her phone out. First ring. Stiles leaned against his wall, his fingers drumming nervously against his thigh, a habit he had picked up at his FBI intern program. She looked dazzling with her red and swollen lips as she stared at her phone screen.

Second ring. He shifted his weight and furrowed his brow, why wasn’t she answering?

Third ring. Stiles’ jaw clenched as he starting to chew on his lower lip, the situation worsening his usual state of anxiety.

Fourth ring. ‘Y/N answer the damn phone,’ he told himself when he realised she wasn’t going to move.

Fifth ring. There was an awful pit in his stomach and his clammy hands shook with anticipation. She let the phone ring, her body not moving a muscle. That was it, it was over.

Y/N exhaled loudly, making Stiles realise she had probably held her breath the whole time, just like he had.

The silence was horrible. Neither of them had said anything in the past five minutes and Y/N was still standing next to the door, her back facing a terrified Stiles who was still furiously tapping his fingers on his leg. Suddenly, she slowly turned around and walked up to the couch, feeling the rough material against her skin as she seated herself on it. He was about to say something when he saw her bury her face in her palms and the strangled sob that escaped her throat made his heart shatter into a million pieces. He rushed to her side and seated himself on the coffee table in front of her, pushing her phone to the floor with his body without realising it and placing both of his hands on her bare knees, rubbing the smooth skin with his calloused fingers. Her large tears fell onto her flattering dress and his cognac eyes flooded with tears of his own at the sight of the broken woman he loved more than life itself. 

“Y/N-” he murmured.

“-stop saying my name!” she spilled before pushing past him, bolting towards his bedroom, which she locked herself in without looking back. He had only caught a glimpse of her face when she left but it had been enough to notice her running mascara and humid eyes desperately trying to keep more salty water from crossing the border of her bottom eyelids.

How did we get here?

Quietly, Stiles brought himself in front of his bedroom door and sat down with his back against it. He leaned his head back on the firm wood separating him from his best friend. Breathing slowly, he opened his mouth and looked up as though she was standing above him. 

“You’re my best friend,” he admitted. “You’re upset. I can’t not comfort you because you’re my best friend Y/N, please open the door.” She didn’t respond and the door didn’t move in the slightest. He rubbed the back of his neck trying to soothe his wrecked nerves.

“Look we don’t have to talk about this, ever. I promise, no one has to know. We-we won’t even talk about it to each other, I swear to God,” he assured trying to convince her to open the door. 

“I promise, okay? It was just a spur of the moment thing, it won’t happen again, ever. It didn’t mean anything, we know that. Just please Y/N, open the door, let me in, come on.”

Still no answer.

“I-I… please, I beg of you just open the door. Come on, I don’t blame you for this, okay? Alec and the others, they don’t have to know, it was just an impulsive mistake that meant nothing, just please let me in Y/N, please,” he begged, this time, the tears rolling freely down his cheeks. His pleads were heart-wrenching, and Y/N couldn’t stand it any longer. Suddenly, the door flew open and Stiles fell back against the floor that, luckily, had been carpeted by the previous owners. This time, Y/N was standing above him and he blushed when he realised she could clearly see the humid mess that was his face. She ignored it and held out her hand, smiling softly when he took it. Once he had gotten up, she stared at him for a while and finally, spoke.

“Do you have any clean shirts left?”

It wasn’t the first time that Y/N had stayed this long in his home at night. They’d been best friends for seven years; their bond was so strong it was almost tangible. When they were still teenagers going on 18, Stiles and Y/N had a little tradition. Every Friday, instead of going to the god-awful parties their fellow High School students went to, they stayed in and watched a movie together. Sometimes the whole pack joined them, sometimes one member alone, but most of the time it had been just them. Only once Stiles had gone to D.C and Y/N had stayed in California to go to community college, movie night was cancelled repeatedly. Their respective schedules were completely different and they barely had the time to have a decent phone conversation. Still, they fought like hell to make their special Friday nights work by calling each other on Facetime every Friday and watching their movie together, even if they were 2,299 miles away from each other. Then she met Alec and it all changed. She started missing his calls and more and more Friday nights were cancelled because of dates and events like meeting the parents and such. Eventually, he just stopped calling at the end of the week, sending a simple text ever so often.

And then he graduated. He was done in DC and the FBI gave him a job offer which, he gladly accepted. To his great surprise, they sent him permanently to LA. The second he had landed in California, his friends ordered Thai food and spent the night helping him move into his new apartment. It had been so long since the last time the pack had been complete and that night remained one Stiles’ most cherished memories. He reconnected with Y/N that night. They laughed their heads off for hours, they drank and danced and unpacked his stuff, they spent the whole evening catching up. It had been amazing and the next day, everything had gone back to normal. Y/N came over very often, movie night was back on and a regular event everyone was allowed to come to, occasional lunches and nights out at their favourite bars with the members of the pack that resided in LA were frequent. Everything was good, everything was as it should be. Only, Alec tagged along sometimes. And he would kiss Y/N, on the cheek, on the forehead, on the lips. Stiles could feel his blood boil whenever she smiled up at her loving boyfriend when they were all together and it only worsened with time. Y/N became distant again, but still, she was careful not to stay away too much, always finding the time to visit him and talk.

Then one night she called him in tears. He had already grabbed his bat thinking he was going to have to beat up Alec for screwing with his best friend, but she squealed in the phone ecstatically and told him she was engaged. Alec had proposed. Stiles drank the pain away that night. It was just too much for him. Distancing himself from the girl he loved, that he could deal with, but with her engagement came marriage and that meant having to cut her off. It was going to be too painful for him otherwise, seeing her move into a white picket fence type of house with the man of her dreams, seeing her have children who wouldn’t be his own and probably being attributed the role of godfather. He couldn’t stand by and watch her build a family with someone other than him. He just wasn’t strong enough for that.

The fact that Y/N was engaged ended up making them grow apart a little more. She was always busy planning for the wedding, there had been her bridal shower which Lydia and Maria had jokingly invited Stiles to, there had been Alec’s bachelor party which he had managed to wiggle himself out of, not wanting to talk to the man who was stealing the love of his life or to said man’s golf buddies who didn’t have anything interesting to talk about besides their tax incomes. Y/N didn’t have time to show up unannounced to his apartment and he didn’t have the mental strength to provide help for the wedding preparations.

Stiles’ thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his bathroom door swung open, revealing Y/N in an oversized shirt and old boxers of his, standing in his doorway. Her beautiful long hair was still wet from the shower she had just taken and she was carrying her dress in her arms. She walked over to him and seated herself on his soft bed and he noticed that she was fidgeting with her fingers, something she always did when nervous. He gulped discretely, trying his best not to reveal his anxiety, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he did. 

“I want to know everything Stiles,” announced Y/N, softly. She glanced at him but he avoided her eyes. It seemed to be the theme of the night, avoiding each other’s gaze.

“It didn’t mean anything,” Stiles tried to assure her with a cracked voice, his words, much to his disappointment, barely convincing. Her eyes welled up. 

“I wasn’t talking about the kiss Stiles,” she murmured. Finally, he bravely brought his eyes up to hers and inhaled slowly.

-“There’s nothing to say, I just drank a little too much scotch.”

-“Stiles, stop trying to salvage this. We’re way past that.”

He knew she was right, but how was he supposed to tell her everything? How could he even begin to explain his feelings for her? Where would he start?

“Stiles, I’m asking for an explanation, okay, you owe me at least that,” Y/N persisted, desperately trying to tear open the shell he had so carefully built around himself. 

“What about you huh?” he snapped. “What about that little stunt you pulled back there? Am I gonna get an explanation?” he asked angrily, gesturing in the direction of the living room still slightly visible from where they were.

“I don’t-, I can’t-, just-,”

“Just what?” he barked, the temperature in his blood rapidly rising.

“Just stop cornering me! Stop pressuring me into this tight spot okay!! I can’t fucking focus!” Y/N shouted out, stunning both him and herself. She wasn’t the kind of person to explode like that, she was always cool and composed, never letting her feelings take over. 

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he affirmed, trying to make his voice a little more soothing than before. 

“I am. I’m sorry. I’m just…” he looked at her with puppy eyes and his beautiful lips formed a lopsided smile, “I’m terrified.”

“You’re saying that to an engaged woman who just kissed her best friend,” she said, smiling reassuringly, making him chuckle lightly.

-“Well I’m partly to blame, I let you.”

-“We’re horrible people huh?”

-“Well, not Gerard Argent horrible but uh, something like that.”

-“Where do we start?”

-“Start what? Becoming like Gerard?”

“No dumbass,” she said playfully punching his shoulder, “Where do we start here?”

“Do we really have to start?” he asked. Y/N nodded slowly and turned her body towards him on the bed.

-“Do you wanna go first or should I?”

-“Does it really make a difference?”

“Guess not…” he nodded, trying to calm down the heart he was sure Y/N could clearly hear beating through his chest. “I’m not a huge fan of Alec.”

“No kidding, Jimmy Kimmel.” Y/N joked and he flashed her a grin as he recognized the name of the famous stand-up comedian, quickly composing himself afterwards.

“I-, would you go to my desk? There’s a small box in the uh, second drawer. Bring it to me.” Y/N looked puzzled but she complied and indeed, a small dark blue box lay at the bottom of the desk’s chestnut drawer. She handed it to him and he fidgeted with the object his hands.

“Are you going to tell me what it is or are we waiting for it to turn into a pearly white carriage, cause it’s almost midnight so…”

She smirked at him and he smiled back. Even in the worst situations, Y/N always found the strength to crack a joke. That was something he truly admired about her. Slowly, Stiles opened the box and inside lay a folded up piece of paper. Y/N looked down at the content of the box, then looked back up at him, a confused look on her face.

-“Take it. Go on.”

-“Okay…but if it’s the secret of the end of the world, I’m gonna have to call the Pope.”

-“Yeah, yeah, just read it.”

She scoffed and grabbed the delicate piece of shrivelled paper.

“4 0 5 3 6 8-,…” her voice caught in her throat when she realised what the note was.

-“How did you-,”

-“-it was when I moved here. I found it between the 68th and 69th pages of the book I had started reading that weekend, Killing Kennedy: The End of Camelot.”

“Wait but why did you put it in such a fancy box and…” Y/N’s brow furrowed and she looked down at the piece of paper in her hands, “oh…”

-“I wanted you to have it. You know, that’s kind of how all of this started and-,”

-“-you wanted it to end that way.”

-“Y/N…”

“So that’s a yes, you were just gonna cut me out of your life? When were you gonna do that? In a year? A month?” Y/N rambled, awfully hurt by the shocking revelation.

“It was my wedding gift to you. I was gonna give it to you and um, leave it at that.”

“You were gonna leave me? You were gonna get out of my life on the day of my wedding? Who are you?” her voice was strangled, and she wasn’t even trying to stop her tears from flowing this time.

“It’s not like that.” Stiles tried to explain.

“Isn’t it? Let’s look at the facts, shall we?! You don’t ask about the wedding, you don’t call or text me at all these past few months, you insult my fiancé in front of both our families and then, I find out you plan on giving me a piece of paper that basically means: get the hell out of my life!” Y/N yelled out, her face contorted with anger.

“Don’t you get it? I can’t stand back and watch the woman I love marry someone else! I can’t spend the rest of my life pining over you while you live the life I’ve wanted to live with you for the past seven years Y/N! I can’t fucking watch you walk down the aisle on your wedding day knowing that I’m not the person you’re headed towards! Because I’m a selfish coward who knows he’s not strong enough to push through the crushing pain of watching you grow old with anyone other than with me! I can’t do it! I just can’t! I would if I could but I’m pretty sure my heart’ll physically tear if I have to spend another month watching the both of you together!” Stiles exclaimed without taking a second to breathe. Her eyes were open wide and once he had cooled down, he quickly realized this was the point of no-return and that he had most probably destroyed their relationship and everything they had once felt for each other.

How did we get here?

He was standing now, but she was still seated, and she hadn’t spoken a word in ten minutes. He was pacing around the room, both hands on his hips, praying that her reaction wasn’t going to be worse than a slap and a goodbye. Finally, she cleared her throat bringing his attention back to her. 

“How long have you known?” she asked, without looking at him.

“Junior year.” She scoffed and clenched her jaw.

-“And you didn’t think to tell me. Not once?”

-“Of course I did. But how do you think the conversation would have gone? Hey Y/N, I’m in love with you, wanna make out?”

-“Well, that would have been better than finding out three weeks before my wedding day Stiles.”

-“What did you want me to say? I was terrified of losing us, of losing this. I didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship just because-”

“-just because you loved me?” she asked sarcastically, this time letting her eyes burn into his.

“Look just-, I-” Stiles groaned,-“you should go. Alec called you and he’s probably worried sick right now.”

-“Oh god, you’re kicking me out now?”

-“I’m not kicking you out! Look, what do you want me to say Y/N? Do you want me to take it back? Do you want me to tell you, you’re just a friend to me and then casually disappear the day of your wedding?”

-“No.”

“Why not? Cause it sure as hell seems like that would make you a whole lot happier. It’s definitely easier than hearing the cold hard truth isn’t it?” Stiles rambled, letting his emotions get the better of him.

-“No.”

-“Then what? What do you want me to do? Because I’m seriously considering throwing myself out of my bedroom window just to escape this situation so tell me, what do you want?”

-“Kiss me.”

“What?” Stiles said, making a double take, disbelief written all over his face.

-“I said, kiss me.”

-“Yeah, I heard what you said, I just don’t understand it.”

Y/N closed her eyes. 

“I need to figure something out but I can’t do that if you don’t kiss me, so, kiss me.” She didn’t move. She just stayed seated, with her eyelids shut tight, waiting for him to make a move but he was glued to the spot. He couldn’t just kiss her, could he? Stiles did everything in his power to move his feet towards her, her sealed eyes were the only thing his own were focusing on and he bent down, resting on his knees, right in front of her. Her lower lip was faintly trembling and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath as he studied her beautiful face.

“So uh, I just kiss you now?” he muttered questioningly.

She didn’t say anything but slowly nodded her head and straightened her back expectantly.

Stiles inched his face closer to hers. The tip of his nose picked up the soothing scent of her perfume, Jasmine Bliss as he’d once read on the bottle, and his heart fluttered intensely. He brought his hand up to her soft cheek and he instantly heard a quiet moan escape the confines of her lips, which only made his desire to feel her increase. Encouraged by the sweet sound he had just heard, Stiles brushed away a strand of stray hair and tucked it behind her pierced ear as delicately as possible. The feel of her soft lobe made him smile timidly, making him extremely glad her grey eyes were closed and he brought his mouth up to the sensitive skin.

Feeling Stiles lightly press his lips in a puckered fashion against the side of her ear was stunningly pleasurable and Y/N couldn’t help but moan a little louder than previously causing him to smile against her skin. She gripped the bed covers when he placed another kiss on the spot behind her lobe and she stifled a happy sigh by biting down on her inner cheek when his lips ghosted above her neck.

Stiles’ need for physical contact with her body was fueled by the sweet noises his best friend was trying to contain and he pushed away every single thought racing through his mind in order to make room for the explosion of emotions he was going to feel with his next actions. He trailed his lips farther down the brunette’s neck and stopped right above her collarbone. He could practically hear her heart pound against the smooth skin of her chest and his mouth curved into an earnest smile as he gently shut his eyes, letting himself get lost in the feeling of his lips against her. He lazily let his bottom lip wonder a little further down and grazed the soft surface with the tip of his tongue. Y/N’s lips parted a little as he brought his own closer to her jawline. 

“Stiles, this isn’t what I meant by kiss me…” she whispered with all the strength she could muster.

“Shut up,” he murmured against her blushing cheek as he placed both hands on either side of her waist before planting a bolder kiss on her jawline. Nothing could be heard anymore aside from Y/N’s uneven breathing and the occasional whimpers she let out when his genuine kisses got closer to her lonely lips. He placed one final kiss right above her upper lip and let the warm air leaving her nostrils coat the top of his nose. Their faces were up close and personal, he could see every single freckle on her cheeks, the tiny and light mole right under her right eye almost entirely covered by her dark and exceptionally long lashes and the tiny scar she had on her forehead from the time they’d decided drunk sledging was a good idea. He could see the mildly smudged mascara underneath her loosely closed eyes. Most people would have been thrown off by her messy makeup but he could feel his heart swell at the realization that she was absolutely breathtaking. This was it, this was the moment he was going to let his lips tell her how much he loved her. This was the moment he was going to show her everything he felt for her. This time, he was going to do it right.

Stiles placed his large hand at the back of her head, holding it in his palm, threading her wet hair with his veiny fingers and tilted his head a little downward to stroke her lips with his. The sweet contact blew the wind out of her and she instantly gasped against his mouth. He pushed his mouth a little closer to hers, trying desperately to eliminate all distance between their bodies as he slowly nibbled on her lower lip. Y/N’s gripped the bed cover’s tighter than before and unconsciously leaned into his kiss, bending down her head in order for him to have more access and he moaned huskily. His hand felt humid as it gripped her shampoo smelling hair and his other one tightened around her waist, making a quiet whimper echo against his lips when his thumb grazed her barely covered thigh. Y/N’s hands left the bed and flew to his neck, tugging at his collar, beckoning him to get up, which he gladly did. This time, Stiles was above her and her head leaned back as he bent down to keep their touch intact. He moaned lowly against her lips and passed his hand over her warm skin, trembling slightly at the feel of her body. The way his short arm hairs brushed her stomach repeatedly sent shivers up and down her spine and he lightly scratched her bare back underneath the Police t-shirt he had leant her. She tilted her head to the right making him smile against her lips as his tongue gently poked them. She didn’t even think about not letting him in and instantaneously created a gap between her lips, greeting his tongue with hers. As Stiles explored the inside of her delicious mouth, Y/N brought her hands to either side of his face and tugged softly at his brown locks of hair.

The kiss seemed to last for hours but it felt so right that neither of them tried to stop it, holding each other close and ignoring the time that was quickly fleeting. Eventually, Stiles caressed Y/N’s upper lip with his eager muscle and let his mouth slowly detach itself from hers, his eyes remaining closed. She opened hers and her gaze rested on his face, a timid smile etching itself on her swollen lips as she saw his slightly puckered mouth, still not quite ready to erase the memory of their stupefying kiss. His breathing was slow and calm, but it didn’t fool his heart, which was still beating at a faster rate than in general. She let out a shaky breath, which seemed to snap him out of his daze and he opened his eyes widely as he processed what they had just done. Stiles tried to soothe his voice as much as possible in order for Y/N not to realize how anxious he was and opened his mouth slowly before speaking, his eyes never leaving hers.

“D’you figure it out yet?” he half-whispered.

“Yeah…” she breathed, letting her hands fall at her side.

“Okay, what was it?”

“I don’t know when it happened Stiles, but somewhere along the line, you made me fall in love with you.”

Stiles’ nervous smile turned into a shocked grin and he crashed his lips against hers again, their warm bodies melting into each other.

After a few more minutes of uninterrupted passionate making out, Stiles lightly pushed Y/N away and sent her a reassuring glance before seating himself on the bed beside her. She looked confused and even a little hurt which quickly made him ramble. “I didn’t want to stop I promise! I mean it was good, really really good actually, better than good, I’ve been dreaming about doing that since junior year, cause you really have the prettiest lips Y/N, they’re perfect and-”

“-Stiles?” Y/N cut him off and he immediately stopped talking, gulping down the last of his words.

“Breathe,” she instructed softly, instantly making him feel more confident. He inhaled deeply and resumed his sentence.

“I’m sorry for stopping it, but I think we should talk about this, before doing anything else.”

“Okay.” she nodded. “Where do we start?”

“You’re engaged Y/N…”

Her smile immediately dropped when she heard those words and she dropped her eyes to the floor. “I know.”

Neither of them said anything, but his heart was racing and he was sure she could hear it thump loudly against his chest. Finally, she spoke.

“I don’t know how to do this. I loved Alec, but then for some reason, I kissed you and it felt like…like I’d never actually loved anyone before. I don’t know how to explain it Stiles, it’s just-…”

“-like breathing for the first time?” She looked up at him, obviously startled by his comment.

-“Actually yeah.”

-“That’s what it felt like for me too. Look, you know me, I’ve dated girls. I’ve dated Malia, and Lydia, and that girl Sydney in college-,”

-“-the one with the Happy Days tattoo on her shoulder?”

-“Wait you remember that?”

“How could I have forgotten? We made fun of you for months after you broke up.” she laughed.

“Right…” he nodded, a huge beam on his face. “The point is, I’ve dated before. I’ve kissed and had sex and gone out with girls but it never felt just right. It was like something was always missing. But right now, it’s not missing anymore.”

He finished his sentence and quickly realized she was blushing intensely, making him do the same at once.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that right now…” he whispered, as a self-conscious grin formed itself on his face.

“Stiles, I’m terrified right now. Of this, of what it means, of tomorrow. But we’ve got tonight, we’ve already gone this far, so why stop now?”

Y/N started to lean forward when he spoke and made her stop dead in her tracks.

“What if we have longer?” he inquired, mostly to himself.

“What do you mean?”

“Forget tonight, we have our whole lives ahead of us. Y/N, we don’t need to stop now, we don’t need to stop ever! We could do this every day, we could do this for the rest of our lives!”

“Stiles are you saying that you want us to be together?”

“I’m not just saying that.”

“Stiles….”

“No think about it. You don’t have to marry Alec we could build the life we’ve always wanted together, the life I’ve always dreamed of living with you. We could, nothing’s standing in our way!” Stiles said excitedly, looking into her eyes with pure bliss written all over his face.

“You want that? You want that with me?”

“I want that and more. We could leave LA, burn our bridges here and start over somewhere else, like the suburbs? I could see if the FBI has any openings in New York and we could buy one of those beautiful houses with the tire swings in the backyard and the hardwood floors you’ve always dreamed of having. And you could set up an office at home for your own architectural firm, the one you’ve always said you’d start in your twenties.

“We could have kids. We could build a family and have beautiful children together. We could have two girls and a boy. Beth, Halley and James? Or we could call them anything you like, as long as they’re ours to name. We could have a little grill in the garden and organize a monthly BBQ for our neighbors and friends. We could start sharing movie night with our kids, force them to watch all of the Star Wars movies and you could make them see the classics. I could make you my legendary chicken parmigiana you love so much once a week and you could bake those delicious cookies you always made when we you teenagers, the one with the dried raisins.

"We could shove unnecessary information down our children’s throats at dinner just so they could have interesting stuff to tell everyone else and seem like annoying know-it-alls. We could embarrass them in front of their boyfriends and girlfriends and discuss the birds and bees with them when they’re old enough. We could save money for our kids to go to college and we could cry in each other’s arms when they leave. We could retire together and start traveling through Europe. We could see the Colosseum and eat pizza in Rome, we could walk along the Seine in the middle of the night in Paris, we could share those delicious Belgian waffles in Brussels at the Grand Place. We could go to Spain and see Seville where you’ve always wanted to go. We could make love on the Greek beaches under the stars, we could see everything you’ve always wanted to see.

"We could grow old together, I could walk our daughters’ down the aisle and you could straighten our boy’s tie on his wedding day. We could celebrate our 30th anniversary having grown old together, and we could watch our kids have children of their own. We could have this life together Y/N, we could.”

Stiles had just talked uninterrupted for the past three minutes and he hadn’t even realized that his eyes had started welling up, his lips curled into a loving smile. Y/N’s mouth was agape and fat tears rolled down her cheeks as he finished his earnest monologue.

“Y/N?” he asked, suddenly unsure of his previous words. She slowly wiped her tears and suddenly flashed him an emotional smile.

“Could we have a dog too? Maybe call him Bailey?

Stiles beamed and threw his arms around Y/N, pushing her against the bed and covering her body with his, placing excited kisses all over her face, neck and chest. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” he whispered over and over again against her soft skin and she smiled widely, feeling his dishevelled hair with her gentle fingers as he did.

Hours had passed and it was 1 am. Y/N and Stiles had cleaned up his apartment completely, throwing the last of the trash in the black plastic bags stacked next to the front door. The pizza boxes had been placed inside the trash bags as well and all had been sealed shut. The laundry had been assembled and placed inside the small washing machine in the bathroom. Stiles had thrown out the perished goods from his fridge, including the beer cans and Y/N had started to wipe the kitchen counter when he pressed himself against her and placed light kisses along the nape of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. She moaned quietly and slightly turned her head in his direction, letting him kiss her fully on the lips this time. The warmth between them was comfortable and passionate all at once. One of her hands was in his hair again, delicately scratching his scalp and scruff and his nails were slowly digging into her soft flesh as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. They stayed like that for a while, kissing each other against the counter and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. After a while, they reluctantly let go of each other and sat down on the couch in the living room in front of the tv where they popped in a movie. “What are we watching tonight?” asked Y/N smiling up at him.

“What do you wanna watch?” he asked her mischievously.

“I’m not sure it’s really that important considering I’m probably not going to watch it anyway.”

He raised his eyebrows and grinned smugly as he bent down to kiss her again when her whisper stopped him.

“What movie Stiles?” He groaned and shrugged.

“Star Wars.”

“No!” exclaimed Y/N with a laugh as she straightened her back.

-“Why not?”

-“Because we watch it all the time!”

-“We haven’t watched it in months!”

-“Oh come on, yes we have.”

“No, we haven’t, we haven’t had movie night since you got engaged.” Stiles regretted the words he had said the second he said them and he shut her eyes letting his head fall.

“I’m sorry I shouldn-”

“-where’s my phone?” she cut him off, suddenly looking everywhere but him.

“Y/N-…”

“-where’s my phone?” Y/N seemed to ask herself as she got up and started looking around the room.

“Why do you need your phone?” he inquired with a hoarse voice, afraid of already knowing the answer.

She ignored his question and bent down, grabbing her phone from the floor right underneath the coffee table.

“9 missed calls,” she mumbled to herself, the previous smile completely erased from her beautiful face.

“Y/N…”

“He called me, Alec called me nine times and I didn’t answer. He sent me texts too. And he left me two voicemails as well.”

“Y/N, remember our plans? Remember the waffles and the beaches in Greece?”

“I have Alec,” Y/N muttered, her eyes gazing into nothing as she started to wake up from the dream she’d been living in for the last few hours.

“Hey, you have me, okay? We can start all over, we were gonna go to New York remember?” Stiles said, starting to feel panic rise in his chest as he got up and walked towards her. She finally looked at him and her eyes welled up.

“Stiles, I can’t. I’m engaged. All those things, I’m supposed to be doing them with Alec.”

“You’re not supposed to do anything. Hey, stop it,” he told her, placing a hand on her cheek as he noticed the salty droplets of water leave the confines of her eyes. She immediately jerked away and pain erupted in his abdomen.

-“Y/N…”

-“I can’t just give up on him, I can’t break my promises to him on impulse like this.”

-“Yes, yes you can, come on Y/N, he deserves someone who loves him back.”

-“I do though, I love him. Otherwise, I never would’ve said yes when he asked me to marry me…”

“You don’t love him, not like you love me.” Stiles was getting desperate, his sight started to blur as tears filled his eyes.

-“Stiles, I can’t do this.”

-“Please, stop, breathe, we were fine a minute ago.”

-“It wasn’t real.”

“What?” he asked harshly.

“It wasn’t real, Stiles, real life is not in fucking La La Land, okay we have people who depend on us, our families, our pack, I have a fiancé-…”

“-a fiancé you just fucking cheated on!” he exclaimed, not even bothering to hold back the tears as he did.

“Y/N please stop this. Don’t go back to him, stay with me,” he pleaded with his shredded voice.

“I’m sorry Stiles…” Y/N choked out, shaking her head as she started to step backwards.

Stiles reached out and tried to grab her hand but she didn’t let him and lunged for her purse in what seemed like under a second.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again.

“Hey stop! What about tonight, what about us? What about what we said?” Stiles cried out, the vein in his forehead popping out furiously with every harsh beat of his heart. Tears were streaming down his face when Y/N’s back hit the front door.

“It was wrong of me,” she muttered, regret clouding her voice.

“We said we’d have forever,” the devastated man said with a broken voice, ignoring her last remark. He approached her slowly, his humid eyes burning into her own before crashing his lips onto hers. She moaned loudly and tugged at his sweater being rewarded with a whimper as he tried to desperately hold on to her. The kiss was wet this time and it was bittersweet, as it marked the end of their beautiful fantasy.

“Forever can only last for one night,” she answered sweetly before pushing him off of her trembling body and exiting his home.

How did we get here?

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who are your favorite simblrs and why? love ur stuff xx

oh man this is a huge question!!!! i follow a lOT of people so uhh idk if i don’t include you im really sorry!!! i’m mostly going to put people i’ve been following for awhile in this - or at least simblrs i’m caught up on idk this is maybe a follow forever idk man!!!

also this is in no way organized lmao im really tired

another also i realized i put a lot of people on here and i gushed a bit so i’m putting this under a read more to save u all ok bye

my fave stories/legacies/etc!!!

@a-kind-red​ not only is red super sweet but he also has an aMAZING story and i’m still trying to get caught up but whOOOO boy if you’re wanting to really get into a story pleeeease give them a follow!!!

@musicalpixls i really love amy’s nsb it’s really awesome and her writing is really great also i love lyte a lot

if you’re not following @qwertysims​ please fix it asAP raven is fuckin’ awesome and makes really unique and beautiful sims i’m a Big Raven Stan

@teanmoon​ inga is sO so sweet?? and i’m really diggin’ her ariadne challenge. you can tell she really puts a lot of research and time and love into it and i really admire it/her!!!!

gotta talk about my girl @xuni​!!! her sims are so cute??? i die honestly

you wanna cry at beautiful edits and giggle at fun and cute gameplay? check out keek @whiisker​

my girl breezy @simblrbreezycakes​!!! sUPER sweet and writing a beautiful story. seriously i love when i can hear characters’ voices in my head as i’m reading and breezy nails this 

@keysims​ has an amazing story??? i love damien i don’t even cARE. also editing is fuckin’ top notch and you can tell how much effort goes in

@wooldawn​ meshelle’s sims are so unique and beautiful she inspires me a lot?? i’ve been following for awhile and i just. i love everything she posts

this wouldn’t be complete if i didn’t include @takemizzu​ and gush about her. bree has such a fresh and different simblr but its not forced at all??? like i fuckin’ stan so hard. all of her monsters are amazing and she puts so much into them and i love seeing when she posts. if you love gore, horror, monsters and fun check her outttt!!! (also ps give ricky a smooch 4 me)

@ratboysims​ prrrrobably one of the first simblrs i followed?? i read emmett’s legacy from the beginning and cried. do u remember jonathan and darius bc i do. i love finch, i love birdie my name twin, i feel for sam, i miss dove and leo, roxie is a babe i miss her. he has cute rats, he makes beautiful art and you should follow him forever

@smallcowplant​ follow sam!!! follow her on all your accounts!!!! she’s so sweet and has this beautiful way with words i just??? you like history? she’s got that. you like ladies who murder husbands?? got that too. you like romance and cute boys competing for a total babe’s heart?? GUESS WHAT SHE GOT THAT TOO.  her edits are super cute as well and i stan her dog to the end of the world

i’m pretty sure everyone is already following @okyio​ because christy is literally a ball of light but in case you aren’t pleeease get on it. she constantly brightens my day no matter what she posts and she is one of the few people out there who is GENUINE in care and kindness. she makes beautiful edits, draws super cute art and just wants everyone to take care of themselves and just. ball of light. i’m serious

@bratsims​ is hilarious and you gotta read the woods from the beginning bc. just do it. i’m still sad about arthur and also i think sunny should be make another appearance somehow. also??? wylie?? im love him and he should just have 10 partners okay and i wanna give mei a big hug

follow @eefahsims​ purely for elliot please i’m begging u make that boy happy i love him. also her bio is “raw power of roadhog mindset of torbjorn” so that should b an instant follow tbh

@tea-sims​ super sweet, has beautiful gameplay??? want 2 give her a hug tbh

@blarffy​ here’s another simblr i’ve followed since i started mine. read her greene legacy from the beginning it does not disappoint. makes beautiful sims, is beautiful, super nice and always willing to help. top notch person in general 

@peonypyxels v nice, has cute sims, has beautiful screenshots, i can’t wait for the next update on her story its so!!! ahhh!!!!

here’s another simblr i’m pretty sure everyone is also already following but i’m putting her here anyway: @ridgeport makes amazing cc, has a hilarious and fun gameplay, beautiful edits? check. also very sweet and i stan her sims’ noses, it’s a Thing.

i follow claudia @plumbee-bob here and on yt, pretty much one of the few that i do watch. she has beautiful, unique sims, and i love how colorful her gameplay always is. she’s so sweet and has a very relaxing voice

really awesome cc/builder simblrs!!!

pretty sure i’ve downloaded liTERALLY everything @pyxiidis​ releases. honestly a Queen. becoming a patron was the best decision i’ve ever made. her cc is Pure Quality and so unique and i use it on every sim i make

i’m pretty sure i download everything @cakenoodles​ makes too. james is super talented

if you love plants you’ll love @magnoliidae​ seriously like how do u do these things??? pretty sure mal is actually magic

@viiavi​ is honestly cc royalty in my eyes like hoooo man i swoon everytime she posts something

@plasmafruit-tree​ i’m obsessed with their makeup cc like it’s so good??? has amazing cc in general also i love the cake’s a LOT

male cc is always lacking but guess who isn’t slacking? @wyattssims​ i’m so sorry for that rhyme but not sorry for promo’ing you bc you deserve it. everything wyatt makes is Quality and he’s also got this really cool ensom project going on and i’m confused but into it

@valhallansim​ another one i’ve followed since the start of my simblr. i loooove all their cc and they make really unique and fun stuff???

a sweetheart: @cubersims makes beautiful recolors and is always a light of sunshine??? 

everything @nolan-sims makes is stunning. she’s incredibly sweet and i love talking to her. she also has beautiful art. if you want to follow someone who not only releases flawless cc, but is also a sweetheart, she’s your gal

UM I THINK THAT’S IT FOR NOW??? again pls don’t take it the wrong way if i didn’t include you i love you all tbh oki im super tired bye

#follow forever #i guess #simblr recs #Anonymous #ask

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RFA + minor trio react to MC being a total party animal or just really hyper loool

Aww my first HC request. >\

Party Animal/Hyper MC

Yoosung:

•This poor boy, you wore him out so much.

•You would always plop yourself in his lap during his LOL matches and flash a smirk at him, while he grunted trying to push you off so he could focus.

“Let’s go out honey~” You would say.

“But we went out last night, and the night before that!” He whined.

So you simply crossed your arms over your chest and huffed. “I’ll just go by myself then..”

Before you could storm off, he had grabbed your wrist and let out a groan. “Fine, we can go out. But let’s not stay too long, please? I have class tomorrow.”

He would literally do anything to make you happy, he’s too pure. Just make sure you give him all the cuddles he needs when you guys get home late that night~

Jaehee:

•Loved how active and outgoing you were. It was a trait she admired about you and something she wished she had.

•I feel like she’d be able to keep up for a little while, not being able to say no to spending time with you.

•But would eventually burn out and explain there are nights where she simply can’t do it. She feels terrible about it but it’s the honest truth.

•So instead of going out into public, y'all just stay home and get turnt to broadway music lol. That was enough for the both of you as long as you were with each other.

Zen:

Despite his hectic rehearsal schedule, Zen loved to go out! It gave him a chance to flaunt his looks when he wasn’t on stage.

Sometimes if you guys were out at a nightclub, you guys were the life of the party.

Just the ultimate couple tbh.

But there are times where he would rather just stay in with you.

Sometimes you guys would throw your own parties in your guy’s apartment with just you two. Playing Just Dance, doing karaoke, and stuffing your face with food.

You guys would even create your own little musicals.

He also loves to go out on a private date with just you and him, because the paparazzi can be too much sometimes. 

You two just always have fun together, whether you’re out in public or at home. He loves your energy.                                                                         

Jumin:

This CEO isn’t much of a partier, but he loves to travel with you. 

Questioned your sanity at first. “How is she always so..energetic?”

Nevertheless, there would be some clubs he would go to you with, but would much rather enjoy the nightlife with you only.

Most of the time you would take him to fun “commoner” activities..like rollerskating, or a carnival!

He grew to actually really like rollerskating? I feel like he would be a pro at it, and just be gliding across the rink like it was nobody’s business lmao.

Oh, and when you introduced him to cat cafe’s.. his mind was blown and his heart was full.

“I must open one up in Elizabeth’s name.. it could have rollerskating as well. I could develop rollerskates for cats so they could do it with the guests.”

JAEHEE RUN

This guy loves you and loves exploring and trying new things out with you!!

Seven:

This guy honestly loved to party as much as you did, when he wasn’t being a distant little shit.

Just like Zen, you two would be the center of attention I feel like. You both were just obnoxious and hyperactive.

Y’all usually caused a scene wherever you went because of your shenanigans. 

Once you guys got kicked out of Walmart for doing the floor is lava challenge and Seven jumped into the thing that holds all the bouncy balls sending them flying everywhere, while you jumped onto a stack on packaged toilet paper making the whole thing topple down.

Seriously guys what the fuck is wrong with you we can never take you anywhere without causing a mESS

YOU GUYS JUST ALWAYS HAVE THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE OKAY 

AND HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH FOR IT BECAUSE HE NEVER HAD ANYONE IN HIS LIFE HE COULD DO THIS WITH

BECAUSE THEY WOULD JUST SMACK HIM UP HIS HEAD

OR TASER HIM (VANDERWOOD PLS)

BUT YOU JUST GO ALONG WITH IT!!

JUST THANK YOU FOR BEING THIS GUY’S HAPPINESS AND BEING AS WEIRD AS HE IS CAUSE HE DESERVES IT. 

Saeran: 

The last party he went to he was fucking brainwashed.

This little guy would be so anxious oh GOD, please be gentle and go easy on him please.

Sometimes your hyper-ness would get on his nerves and he would give you one of his ~death~ glares in hopes to get you to stop. 

But you don’t and you just keep on rambling and being a weirdo.

How did I fall for someone like this she’s just like my brother if not even worse why do i do this to myself-

At the parties you did get him to go to, he would just sit in the corner with a dead face like the emo child he is.

A drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other as he watches you bust out ridiculous dance moves in front of him in an attempt to lighten his mood, but all you got was an exasperated sigh.

“imissmyreligiouscult”

sAE RAN PLEASE

When he’s had enough he would say “Let’s go.” in a blunt voice and if you refused he would pick you up and throw you over his shoulder and exit the building, ignoring all your complaints. 

To be honest, he would much rather just cuddle with you and talk about random shit.

He enjoys private intimate moments with you where everything is just calm because his life has been so hectic from day 1. 

He thought you were adorable and loved how full of life you were.

He would much rather just be in your arms or vice versa.

He would never admit that tho.

little btich

V:

When you said that you liked to go out..he didn’t know you meant..nightclubs and wild parties. 

I really don’t think you guys would ever go out and party like that!! Maybe once in awhile but definitely not frequently.

And you would be perfectly fine with that because this guy is the love of your life alright.

Instead of going out, you guys would like to bicycle together! (THIS IS IF HE COULD SEE OK OMG IMAGINE V TRYING TO RIDE A BIKE IF HE WAS BLINDJKS)

You guys would bike around the park or to the zoo or whatever!

Have little picnics with each other beneath a cherry blossom tree and feed the geese in the lakes. Despite the sign that says DON’T FEED THE GEESE.

Would take many pictures of you and the scenery. 

You would also do mini photoshoots of him!! He always says he likes to capture art BUT YET HAS NEVER TAKEN A SINGLE PICTURE OF HIMSELF WTF

This dude loves to spend every second of his days with you, would often take you on his trips~

Vanderwood: 

This guy wasn’t going out to no damn party where there would be drunk people, sweat and vomit everywhere ok. 

HE WASN’T HAVING IT.

Only time he would go out is to get discounted cleaning supplies from Walgreens-

“Wait, what?”

“Bowling?”

“what is that wha t”

So you take him to a nice bowling hangout

Uh MC why do I have to change my shoes???? they don’t go with my leopard print. im not taking off my gloves either its not happening

omg shut up and just do it vanderbaby

he’s scoffing as he puts on the shoes, upset that it’s ruining his ~style~ 

“So..I have to slide this ball at the pins and knock them down?”

“Can I pretend the pins are Seven?”

After telling him yes he’s literally chucking the ball down the damn aisle

is petty AS FUCK WHEN IT MISSES AND GOES STRAIGHT OUT OF THE LANE

WHAT THE HELL I CAN SHOOT A GUN BUT I CANT FUCKING BOWL 

keeps his cool tho, pretends like it’s not even his fault, makes up excuses

“it’s rigged, they slicked the alley with some type of liquid so that’s why my balls keep missing.”

“did u just say… my balls”

“god MC shut up you act like you’re the best but honestly you suck just as much as i d-”

DID YOU JUST FREAKING GET A STRIKE WTF ALKJFKL

Gets super competitive suddenly, and eventually once he gets the hang of it he beats your ass then pretends like he wasn’t even phased

like no he wasn’t even trying man it was just natural, he didn’t become a special agent for nothing

like he would subtly rub his win in your face and console you like you were ACTUALLY upset 

“it’s okay maybe next time honestly i wasn’t expecting to win im just as shocked as you, ya know”

god vanderwood just shut up and take me home

anyways he doesn’t mind going out with you, he enjoys it actually but he wont admit that to you either 

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[herbalzee]

Get to know me tag!!!

Five Things You’ll Find In My Bag

   1. headphones (always!)    2. at least 50 hair ties    3. a full bottle of perfume    4. free pens from like everywhere    5. lots of tissues lmao

Five Things In My Bedroom:

a fish tank! i love my lil fishies

shoe cabinet

a Moriarty (from Sherlock BBC) calendar of him saying “Miss me?”. I love it

a small yellow chair!  

a color-coordinated bookshelf!!!

Five Things I’ve Always Wanted To Do In My Life:

learn sign language!

travel all over europe

write my own book

become a therapist

have kids!! and pets!!!

Five Things That Make Me Happy:

hanging with friends!!

listening to music, podcasts and ASMR

watching movies

doing artistic things?? idek what that means but like i love going to operas and theaters and taking aesthetic pictures and being creative, shit like that

talking, ranting, expressing my opinions comfortably, theorizing, brainstorming

Five Things On My To-Do List:

read books

hang with friends

write short stories- or write in general lmao

travel!!!

prepare for uni... i need to seriously do that

Five Things People May Not Know About Me:

i am passionate about psychology

i had an obsession with piercings and tattoos when i was younger

i had the yellow belt in karate when i was in practice

im very old school about silly things yet quite liberal about the serious stuff

im basically in love with malmo, sweden

Name?: zaina

Nicknames?: zee

Zodiac?: sagittarius

Sexual Orientation?: straight

Ethnicity?: middle eastern/ north african

Favorite Fruit?: mango!!!!

Favorite Season?: winter

Favorite Flower?: after a quick flower research, i found the soft pink spray roses and the blue hydrangea the most appealing to me

Favorite Scent?: vanilla! cocoa! banana-scented stuff (or generally fruit-scented stuff). old books!!! 

Favorite Animal?: bees!! or just any domesticated animals honestly (that can be kept at homes or farms)

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate?: tea

Cat or dog?: dogs

Dream Trip?: a boat travelling all around western europe!!!

Number of Followers?: i dont really care about this stuff

What do I post about?: any posts containing message worth-spreading, funny content or aesthetically-pleasing stuff..

Do I get asks on a regular basis?: nope! so famous that i had to close my ask box 

Favorite Band?: twentyone pilots, little mix, imagine dragons, coldplay, hey violet, abba (almost forgot them omg)

Aesthetic?: cinematography, animals and nature, books and libraries, literally anything vintage, multicultures, feminism and femininity. i cant think of other stuff but im majorly into art

Fictional Character I’d Date?: john bender from the breakfast club!!!!

Hogwarts House?: ravenclaw

Rules: BOLD the statements that are true for you!

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for under a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close at my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the united states

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the past year

Relationship status: single

Favorite color: purple, blue, green

Lipstick or Chapstick: lipstick!!

Last song I listened to: hard times by paramore

Last movie I watched: The Boss Baby

Top three TV shows:

(btw these three tv shows are the only shows ive ever watched and actually finished lmao)

BBC Sherlock

Clique

Yuri! on ice

Top three characters:

These are the ones that came to mind first, not top favorites

Sherlock (Sherlock BBC)

Todd Anderson (Dead poets society)

Savannah Karlsen (Girl, interrupted)

rules: copy/paste and replace my answers with yours and tag people :^)

a - age: 17 
b - biggest fear: my actual biggest fear is too personal so im gonna say my second biggest fear: not achieving anything valuable in my life  
c - current time: 3 am lmao 
d - drink you last had: a peach detox lmao 
e - every day starts with: checking phone  f - favorite song: of all time or currently? ive never had an all time favorite but right now my favorite song is hard times by paramore (mainly the chorus bc its awesome) 
g - ghosts, are they real: only the ones in our heads 
h - hometown: a.d. 
i - in love with: psychology 
j - jealous of: productive people 
k - killed someone: ... 
l - last time you cried: literally yesterday..  m - middle name: dont have one  
n - number of siblings: eins (one) 
o - one wish: to be satisfied with who i am and what i have p - person you last called/texted: im talking to my friend on the phone right now as im doing this.. shes the one who so kindly guided me to these fun questions q - questions you’re always asked: “why are you so quiet?” “what major are you getting into and at which university?”  
r - reasons to smile: youre very much well and alive!!

s - song last sang: i was having a fetus 1d songs marathon at like 2 am the other day so... definitely the entire up all night album

t - time you woke up: these days.. 12 pm, bc im tired and its my holiday 
u - underwear color: ohhhh boi v - vacation destination: anywhere cold filled with warm people 
w - worst habit: procrastination 
x - x-rays you’ve had: the most recent one i remember is a chest x ray y - your favorite food: pasta 
z - zodiac sign: sagittarius

post a screenshot of my lock screen, home screen, and last song played

RULES: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends.

I choose:

bbc sherlock

clique

yuri! on ice

The first character you loved:

ohhh, first was sherlock! then john almost 0.001 secs later

im pretty sure it was elizabeth. shes the cutest and i relate to her the most

probably Minako Okukawa, because shes so charming and funny

The character you never expected to love so much:

mrs hudson!!!!

louise!!! shes so smart and gorgeous and the least involved in the drama

yurio!!! i used to dislike him lmao but now hes my son

The character you relate to most:

molly hooper

like i said above, elizabeth!

ohh definitely yuri

The character you’d slap

john because sherlock suffered sooo much for him and opened his heart only to be abandoned because john is a naive idiot who still cant tell sherlock’s NOT a sociopath

SO MANY bc almost all of them did shitty things.. but the ones id slap right on sight are Alistair and the Steiner dude

ohmygod no, theyre all pure!! probably yurio bc that kid needs to love himself (but id immediately hug him right after)

Three favorite characters (these are in order of preference):

sherlock & john (one answer), mrs hudson, WIGGINS

holly, rachel, and fay (elizabeth and jude too)

the obvious trio: yuri, victor and yurio

A character you liked at first but not so much anymore:

mary lmao

alistair. i was a little suspicious of him but i liked him at the beginning bc he was cute and innocent. i HATE him now obviously

i love them all.. theres not a single one i dislike

A character you did not like at first, but they’ve grown on you:

ahahah mycroft

 uh georgia

christopher and JJ (but now i love them both so much)

#about me

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I was tagged to do the SOTT challenge thingy by the wonderful @breakfastshowharry and thank you so much love because I really wanted to do this! Thanks for giving me more excuses to fawn over Harry, ily Jennifer ❣️

If you get tagged, answer these questions and tag 10 other people

1. Describe SOTT in three words. vulnerable, tender, and stunning

2. Where were you when you first heard it and what time was it? I was sitting alone in my college dorm (I mean I’m always alone there rip), awake at 3am waiting for it’s release. I got no sleep but being able to hear it right in that first moment was more than worth it.

3. What was your first reaction when the song started? I felt like I , was going to throw up the entire hour before hand, but once the song started I just kinda leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to absorb everything I could. I started silent crying halfway through and by the time the bridge came my hands were shaking, but I’d say that reaction could be simplified as me simultaneously being at peace for the first time in like 2 years and being high-strung overwhelmed with pride and trying to figure out if this could even be real.

4. If you were listening to Harry and Grimmy on the Breakfast Show, what was your favorite part? ‘If you were listening’ lmao yeah I was listening and literally everything about it was beautiful and a gift to this world so. But I was particularly fond of “nana vibes”

5. What is your favorite part of the song? Between 0:00 and 5:40... but seriously probably the bridge going into the end? That’s what made me cry the first time and has been smacking me in the face ever since.

6. What are your favorite lyrics? The entire bridge, but specifically “Will we ever learn? We’ve been here before.” I also adore “welcome to the final show, hope you’re wearing your bet clothes”

7. General opinion: I suppose I can’t say this without bias but its the best song on earth and instantly became an all time favorite song for me. I don’t want to go to much into speculating about the meaning because I think its something deeply personal for H, but I will say that the story I hear in sott means a lot to me as an LGBTQ person who struggles with depression and mental health issues relating to it. If you read this song as being about who/what I think a lot of us (myself included) read it as, then I think its clear how sott could mean a lot to someone like me. I didn’t just cry listening the first time because it was Harry, I did because what I heard him saying was something that I feel and I know in my own ways. So my general opinion then is not just that this song is fucking beautiful and unique, but that it is also so special and so important. I couldn’t be more proud and grateful to Harry for putting this out there.

8. Expectations for the rest of the album: For me to die?? Um no but I don’t know what to expect honestly because I had expectations for sott and he blew them all out of the water so like who knows. I am fascinated by the fact that Harry has said this song is the most literal, and a good reflection of how honest the album is. I take that to mean that this is going to be a piece of art thats simultaneously extremely personal and vulnerable for him and something that is open for interpretation and can mean whatever people take it to mean for them. This album is going to be Harry pouring his heart out to us about things he hasn’t been able to for so long, but in a way that rejects specific labels, definitions, and restrictions. I really think it is going to be a part of him that is going to make me cry over and over again but for which I will be endlessly thankful.

I’m not sure who has done this, and I certainly don’t have 10 people, but I want to try and tag some angels who I don’t think have yet so: @breakingthrutheatmosphere @harrys-rainbow  @harryislilspoon @harrysolomusic @bambiharrie And if you see this and want to do it please consider yourself tagged as well 💕

#sott #sott challenge #sign of the times #mine #alright im gonna go to bed now because i can't stand the lot of you on this site again #goodnight to all you lovely angels tho