#some softness because iiiii said so!!

[gilly-bj]

1: This is not a “why Levi will end up with Mikasa”, at all. I’m not trying to boost our confidence in RM because I don’t want us to get hurt again, okay? Fine. Always remember that those 10 pages might be even worse than 139 but we will never stop shipping RM . Always remember the 138 beautiful chapters and ignore the shitty one.

2: looong post. 

3: Constructive hmhmh no criticism to Erem*ka. Now let’s start.

No one ever asked me why I think Levi is the right man for Mikasa (and viceversa); when I interact with non rivamikas, they are too busy hating on me and my ship to show a bit of respect and interest towards my opinions and thoughts. I wrote this post because I think that this question needs to be answered, especially after 139. These are six reasons why I think that Levi deserves to be Mikasa’s man.

(I’m doing Levi version first because Mikasa is the one who’s in a toxic “relationship” with a possessive “man”)

i) He helped her with her development.

Since Season 1, Levi has always helped Mikasa to grow as a person. In fact, Levi was the first one who made her realize that her actions have consequences that sometimes are not very pleasant. She understood that, even if Eren is in danger, the other people around her exist and they might get hurt because of her reckless behaviors. Talking about Eren, only with Levi, Mikasa stopped being Eren’s obsessive mother and became an independent woman, which is exactly the opposite of what she’s now with her “love” Eren. I think that Levi will help Mikasa to move on from Eren once he will return to Paradise, and I also think that she will find someone to love. I remember Armin’s words in 139:

The fact that three years have passed and Mikasa is still single makes me realize that probably this “someone” is a man from her group of friends. They left her alone for three years (clap clap 👏 good job, you too Levi 😒), and she hasn’t fallen in love during those years, so maybe once they will return to Paradise she will meet again this “someone” and they will finally fall in love. Now, we have three candidates for this role:

Jean

Levi

Connie yes im serious

I know that Jean had a crush on Mikasa but, I think that he doesn’t love her anymore. To me, Jean realized that his feelings were not returned so He decided to give up on her, if he had feelings for her, he would have followed her to Paradise, don’t you think? And I think that Jean deserves more; I believe that you shouldn’t wait your crush for years, if you both fall in love then fine but if one of the two as a crush on the other for more than 5 years but the other doesn’t return his/her feelings then the other should say bye 👋🏻

Then we have Levi, and Connie yes I’m serious. I have already said why I think that Levi will help Mika to move on so I repeat myself. And I ship Conkasa 🙃🙂 nahhh im joking but they are cute.

ii) He respects her.

It was confirmed various times trough the story that Levi respects Mikasa, and viceversa. Respect is one of the “rudiments” of a relationship. Yesterday, I was reading this article online about why respect is important in a relationship, and the first point got me in a particular way: 

“1. Respect sees through the good and learns to accept the bad. When you are in love with someone, all you see are their best qualities, both inside and out. At the same time, you set aside their flaws and weaknesses, to tolerate these as much as you can. Respect doesn’t work that way.

When you have respect for the person you chose to be in a relationship with, you come to accept the person’s beauty and flaws, the bitter and sweet, and good and the bad. And from the acceptance, you both learn to adjust to each other’s systems and come up with a compromise that you can live with. Toppled with love, respect serves as the fuel to keep any relationship moving” 

The last part reminds me of Rivamika; Levi and Mikasa both know that the other has his own beauty and flaws, and they accept each other that way. They don’t set those flaws aside to tolerate each other more, they just accept them and they love each other the way they are. With Eren instead, Mikasa has always set aside his flaws because she didn’t want to see them and she always misinterpreted his actions. I want to see an independent woman and not a girl who doesn’t want to accept that her crush is not perfect. Mikasa has to understand that it’s okay if she says “fuck you” for once. Wake up girl.

iii) He cares for her.

Levi has always cared for Mikasa since Season 1, even if I think that in the beginning, he cared for her just as a simple soldier since they didn’t know each other that much. After their first meeting, things changed on Levi’s side and on Mikasa’s as well; she learned to respect him, and Levi started to understand that gloomy brat, to the point that she became special to him; indeed, the way Levi treats Mikasa is very different from the way he treats everyone else, even the other women (Petra, Hisu, Hanji, Sasha) Please my Mika wake up. It’s sad that many think it’s just simple affection because “oh they are cousins he loves her just like a sister bla bla bla”. Sorry to tell you but I don’t have that much tension with my brother 😏😏 and some blind people still say that he hates when he:

Broke his ankle to save her

Always reminds her to calm down and to not be reckless because she can hurt the others but also herself

Always looks at her from afar to check if she’s okay

Literally cried when she was having one of her headaches (138)

Blind people 😏

iiii) He understands her.

Levi understands Mikasa’s feelings; they are very similar, and Mikasa found herself in situations Levi had already lived, from loosing her friends and family to the awakening of their power. And that’s also why Levi plays a big part in her development; remember in Season 1 when Annie kidnapped Eren and Mikasa lost her mind? Okay so when Levi saw her like that, he reminded of his younger self’s reaction to Isabel and Farlan’s death, and that’s why he acted in a soft way towards her; he already knew that in that situation, she wouldn’t have even looked at him if he didn’t act in a soft way. He knew she was lost so he took control of the situation.

Screenshot from: chapter 30.

iiiii) He’s a real man.

In my personal vocabulary, 139 Eren doesn’t fit the definition of man. Someone that treats a woman like that doesn’t deserve to be called “man” (same with women obviously). To me, a man is someone that’s able to respect his lover, that doesn’t treat her like an object and that thinks about her happiness first (that’s literally what love means lmao) (and more). Saying “I want her to be happy” is not enough when he wrapped the scarf around her again, knowing that she was suffering and she was not able to set herself free. If Eren really loved her, he wouldn’t wrapped the scarf around her again. Levi instead fits my definition of “man”, I’d say perfectly. He has always respected her, and he wants the best for Mikasa. He showed to love her, at least platonically, numerous times, he showed care about her physical and mental well-being. I think that Levi could make Mikasa feel loved, what her “lover” Eren has never done since he always treated her badly. Mikasa doesn’t know much about relationships, and Levi too, but with Levi she would understand what a real relationship looks like. And personally, I don’t want Mikasa to end up with someone like 139 Eren.

iiiiii) He his her ideal type and they share the same life goals.

Two months ago, I wrote this post named “How much are Mikasa and Levi compatible?”. There I listed all the reasons why I believe that Levi and Mikasa are each other’s ideal type. I’m not going to repeat myself, so if you want to read it, click here. Anyway, they share the same life goals, that are: a peaceful life in the middle of nature and a family since they both have a soft spot on children.

What do you think? Do you have other reasons why you think that Levi is perfect for Mikasa? I hope you liked this post and feel free to share your opinions!

#gilly bj #rivamika #levimka #levi x mikasa

[platypanthewriter]

Unless...? (Ch. 8)

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Steve Harrington wants to be best friends with Billy Hargrove.  He wants to marry him–as friends–so they’ll always be together, and he’s going crazy, trying not to be weird about it, and scare Billy off.  Also he’s in a band, and they run a bar.Billy’s buckling under an onslaught of friendly Harrington flirtation.  Also he’s just been hired as the new bartender. For Day 2 of Febuwhump, “I can’t take this anymore.”

In this chapter:  Billy's pretty drunk when he comes back to Steve's hotel room, and he wants to see Steve wear the thongs. 

Billy eventually hauled Steve back out of the bathroom—Steve was content to stand there forever, with Billy’s earnest, alcohol-redolent breath in his face, listening to him proclaim his undying affection—but Billy yanked his arm. “Come on,” he slurred. “Max’s gonna...give up on us.” Steve splashed some water on his hot face, and then trotted after his fiance.

“Did you just bone my brother on the bathroom counter,” Max asked crisply, not looking up from her menu as they approached the table.

“You know it,” Billy said, laughing, and squeezed Steve’s hand.

“Fuck no, that counter’s covered in like ten layers of old hand soap,” Steve said, making a face. “Billy deserves better than old hand soap.”

“Like the alley out back,” Billy muttered, dropping into the booth, and Steve sat too close, elbowing him.

“Like a honeymoon suite,” he countered, and got to hear Max and her brother groan, and watch Billy’s ears turn even redder.

“So I hear Steve has been proposing for like. Months,” she told Billy, who glared at Steve. “You never said a word.”

“He was letting me pine,” Steve said, grabbing the soju away as Billy poured more, and tossing it back.

“Yeah, no more for you,” Max said, grabbing the bottle, and filling her cup. “How come you were still dating that shithead, then?”

“Not enough brain cells,” Billy sighed, and Steve slid an arm around him, then pressed his luck, and a kiss to Billy’s temple, feeling it heat.

“We’re hoping our combined six brain cells are a little smarter,” Steve told Max, and she snorted a laugh—and then smiled a little softer, he thought, watching Billy as he leaned into Steve’s shoulder with a grumbly noise like a drunken bear.

“Thank you,” she mouthed, silently, and Steve flushed. “Be good to him or I’ll kill you,” she added, in a creepily sibilant whisper, and Billy mumbled inquiringly. Steve hugged his head, nodding back at her.

Steve had to half-heft Billy into his hotel room that night, full of barbequed meat and more liquor than was good for either of them, and then help him undress, sliding his hands down Billy’s ass and thighs to get his too-tight jeans off, and crouching between Billy’s knees to pull at his boots. Billy dropped back onto the mattress with a long sigh, and then Steve had to haul him back upright to tug at the buttons on his sleeves, and run his hands over the muscles of Billy’s shoulders to push the shirt off them. He kept pausing to look at Billy’s tattoos, or a couple times because the feel of Billy’s skin was distracting, warm, muscled, a little hairy on his arms and legs, and softer over his stomach and ass. Billy curled away from Steve’s hands on his abs.

“Quit it,” he mumbled. “You don’t care if I do my crunches, right, if I’m not...cut,” and Steve shook his head, running his knuckles over the soft curls that crept out of Billy’s pajama pants toward his bellybutton.

“Nah, you’re perfect,” he said honestly. “You’d be perfect if you turned into that blueberry from the Willy Wonka movie, y’know.”

“...s’weird you don’t give a shit,” Billy sighed, his whole body flushed with alcohol as he watched Steve’s knuckles stroke his side softly.

“If you’re too pretty, people are gonna keep following you home,” Steve told him. “And what if I just like, see you when I’m onstage, and I drop my guitar?”

Billy burst into cackling laughter, his eyes wide. “You think I’m pretty?” he asked breathlessly, and Steve snorted a laugh.

“I have eyes, man,” he told him, and Billy’s smile widened, lazy and delighted.

“You think I’m pretty,” he mumbled, still giggling.

“Of course I do,” Steve told him, reaching up to tuck Billy’s hair behind his ear, and cupping his warm, stubbly cheek to feel him smile. “You’d probably look way better in those thongs,” he sighed. “I look like a moron who forgot to wash his own underwear. Or like, those bastards at the laundromat, you know, that just steal whatever, and you’re like ‘what the hell did you want with one of every sock’.”

“Y-you put them on,” Billy choked out, pushing himself back upright to stare at Steve’s face, and Steve scrambled back, licking his lips. “You wore them?!”

“Uh,” Steve said, his cheeks heating. “I mean, just—just in case you were serious, I wanted it to fit.”

“...I wanna see,” Billy said, drunk and sincere, and Steve couldn’t believe those wide, hazy eyes were lying to him.

He grimaced. “Whatever you’re imagining, it’s probably gonna look more stupid than that.”

“It’s gonna be a religious experience,” Billy said, patting around the bed for his phone, and Steve groaned, rubbing his face.

“Why don’t you wear ‘em,” he tried, “—if you like the damn things so much.”

“You said,” Billy huffed, still slapping the bed for his phone, and pouting, so Steve sighed, grabbed Billy’s phone, slapped it into his outstretched hand, and dropped his pants. Billy made a noise like he’d swallowed a leaking helium balloon, and Steve heard the camera shutter noise.

“You send anybody that picture and I’ll—” break your face, was Steve’s first thought, but then he remembered Billy’s bruises. “—I’ll order pineapple and anchovies on every pizza for the next year.”

“...hurting yourself to hurt me,” Billy huffed.

“I can gag it down,” Steve told him triumphantly, and yanked his briefs off, to another strangled sound from Billy, and more shutter noises. “...I mean it, though, don’t send blackmail pictures to Robin.”

“...blackmail pictures,” Billy said weakly, as Steve set his jaw, closed his eyes, and pulled on the blue thong. His t-shirt partly covered it, thank god, he thought, because his dick was aware there was somebody on his bed even if Billy was a dude, and the friction of the satin was weird, so he had kind of the beginning of a hard-on. He sighed. Billy swallowed, his throat clicking like he needed something to drink. “...take the t-shirt off,” he whispered, and Steve stared back at him.

“Seriously?! You can see how it fits!”

“Come on,” Billy whispered, and Steve groaned, but yanked his t-shirt over his head to more shutter noises. He tried to ignore his stupid cock thinking fancy underwear meant anything on him, and stared past Billy at the ugly 80’s pink and grey motel art. “...you look like somebody’s pulling your teeth,” Billy said.

“...the hell you want,” Steve gritted out. “I look like an idiot.”

“Well, they got me to fucking...agree to marry you, right, you could look like it wasn’t the shittiest day of your life,” Billy said, glowering at his phone, and Steve sighed.

“Okay, what then? Should I like. Pose,” he asked, flexing half-heartedly, and Billy took a weird jerky breath.

“...you really...think you look bad in those,” he rasped out, and Steve snorted a laugh, frowning down.

“I’ve got elastic up my ass,” he said, squirming. “I’m not even sure how I thought they were sexy on women anymore, jesus.”

“You look like a centerfold,” Billy said hoarsely, and Steve—who’d spent nearly a year wondering whether he wanted to be around Billy or just be Billy—felt better instantly.

“...really?!” Steve asked, staring down at his untanned (compared to Billy’s) stomach, and his uninked arms. “...yeah, I’m hot, right?” he asked, laughing with relief. “I know I’m hot, huh, not everybody can look like you.” He twisted his body into a tits-and-ass superheroine pose, pursing his lips at Billy, who made a noise in his throat like he was dying. Steve snickered, and stuck his arm out and up to the side like he was Superman. “Truth, justice, and the American way,” he said, and Billy snorted a high-pitched laugh.

He’d half-covered his face, but he was still snapping pictures, and Steve couldn’t help wanting him to laugh harder, because Billy was cute, pink-cheeked with drink, giggling. Steve spread his arms, hearkening back to a long-ago role in the school production of My Fair Lady. “I have often slept/in this room before,” he began, throwing his arms wide, “—but the carpet always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am IIIII/several stories hiiiiiigh/knowing I’m in the room where you aaaaare—” he sang, and Billy burst out laughing, letting himself fall backwards on the bed cackling, his hands over his face.

Steve climbed up on the bed again, sitting on Billy’s legs like they were five, and kept going. “AND OHHHHHH, THE TOWERING FEELING,” he belted out, “—JUST TO KNOOOOW/SOMEHOW YOU ARE NEAR—”

Billy shoved at him, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, and turning a little to bury his face in the pillows.

Steve beamed, taking a quick breath. “THE OHHHHVERPOWERING FEELING/THAT ANY SECOND YOU MAY SUDDENLY APPEAR—” he paused, because the neighbors were banging on the walls again, and put his hands on his hips.

“Oh my god,” Billy wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes. “Stop, stop, before they throw us out, jesus christ you fucking loon.”

“Maybe they prefer Elton John,” Steve said thoughtfully, opening his mouth to try some of Your Song, and Billy tackled him to the bed, both hands over Steve’s mouth, which was suddenly kind of awkward, as Steve remembered he was wearing only a thong. He tried to sort of hum that he was disarmed and un-dangerous, but Billy glowered suspiciously, leaning harder to hold his hands over Steve’s mouth, his mouth still quirked as he shook a little with suppressed snickering.

Steve tried not to squirm. Billy’s pajama pants were soft and thin, and Steve could feel thigh muscles through them. Billy’s butt hovered right over his dick, barely bound by the scrap of satin and lace, and it was hard to think of anything but that couple of inches of space between Billy feeling safe as friends, and finding out Steve got idiotically turned on by people thinking he was funny and hot.

Billy was panting, still out of breath from laughing, his chest and abs flexing right before Steve’s eyes, so he closed them, feeling the heat spread over his face. “You gonna behave?” he hissed, and Steve considered shaking his head, so Billy would just...stay on top of him, maybe, maybe fell asleep there, while Steve spent an agonizing night trying not to squirm and Billy breathed contentedly into his neck.

He nodded, instead, and Billy pushed himself up to stretch.

“You’re insane,” he commented.

“Everybody serenades fiances,” Steve said indignantly. “I could read you poetry instead.”

“Holy fuck, no,” Billy hissed, reaching to slap a hand over Steve’s face again, and Steve kissed his hand. He snatched it back like Steve had burned him, swinging his leg off Steve to curl his whole body into the pillows, groaning. “Why are you like this,” he sighed, still laughing.

“You love me,” Steve pointed out, biting his lip uncertainly, and Billy sighed again.

“Yeah.”

Steve dropped down next to him, his shoulder against Billy’s back, and imagined he and Billy in their suits. “We got a fitting tomorrow,” he said softly. “For the suits.”

“...yeah, I know,” Billy said, leaning back against him. “You gonna wear the blue thong? Something borrowed and everything?”

Steve laughed. “Oh. I was thinking white lace. Weddings. Y’know.”

“You...thought about it,” Billy mumbled.

“Dude, I’ve done nothing but think about it,” Steve told him, pushing himself up on his elbows. “I keep thinking you’re gonna say it was all a joke. Thongs, seriously? I’ll wear ‘em every damn day if it keeps you around, man.”

“...bro,” Billy said, laughing into his pillow with kind of a whine.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, grimacing. He swung his legs off the bed, and grabbed his jeans off the floor. “I’m gonna shower,” he told Billy, who was sounding sleepy, and saw what was probably a nod.

In the bathroom, he stared at himself in the mirror again, and felt less shitty about being a man in satin and lace, because really, people could just...wear things, he figured, it wasn’t like the fabric cared. Billy’d looked happy as he laughed, and Steve smiled at the thought, and flexed again in the mirror. He was half-tempted to get a little apron or something and make Billy laugh his ass off again.

His dick still hadn’t gotten the message that it wouldn’t be getting any action, and he tried to ignore it fully peeking over the top of the elastic, and the damp spot from his reaction to getting thrown down on a bed. It’d be actually and metaphorically hard to sleep next to Billy without taking care of it, though, and he let himself thumb over the tip, biting back a groan, and trying not to think anything weird about Billy’s weight on him, or the muscles of his forearms as he held Steve down by the face.

He reminded himself of Tommy shoving his hand away, and stalking out of his life, and tried to think about tits as he climbed in the shower, his shoulders hunched.

The feeling wasn’t really the same, he told himself—he knew what he was feeling, watching a woman squeeze into a dress, and thinking about peeling her out of it, but it’d never been clear, as he tried to dress up like Han Solo, what exactly he wanted—to kiss him, or be him, or just be...as cool as him, or maybe just to have a janky spaceship to share with his very best friend.

He peeled out of the thong, his cheeks burning, and stepped into the shower, soaping his hand up. It only took a few yanks before he came over his fingers, thinking annoyingly neither of Billy nor an anonymous woman’s mouth, but ofTommy, how he’d shoved Steve against the doorjamb, and said “Yeah, why shouldn’t I go over to Carol’s again? What you got that’s better than her, huh?”

Steve had been bewildered when Tommy started yanking at his pants, but also drunk, and horny from the porn. The woman onscreen was still panting and begging, her tits jiggling, and it was hot with the heat of an Indiana summer, but their beers were cold. The sound of distant frogs nearly drowned out the grunting on the screen. Tommy’s hands were hot and tight, and at nineteen it didn’t take much. Steve’d woken deep under the surface of a hangover, looking around at his limp, sticky cock half out of his pants, and taken a shower before he even remembered what had happened the night before.

Tommy’d never picked up his calls again.

It hadn’t even been his idea, Steve didn’t think, scrubbing at his hair as his brain went over the familiar ground—Tommy’d yanked at his jeans, while Steve stared like a drunk idiot. He tried to remember—again—whether he’d leaned in too far, or seemed too willing, and growled, sticking his head under the showerhead.

After he towelled off, he slid into bed behind Billy, and slid an arm around him. Billy snorted powerfully, smacking his lips, and rolled over to grapple Steve in closer, smacking a kiss to Steve’s jaw. “...love...babe,” he mumbled, nuzzling his head into Steve’s neck, and tossing a thigh over his legs.

Steve lay motionless, his heart pounding, staring at the ceiling.

In the morning, Billy insisted they couldn’t be fitted together, and see each other before the wedding. Then he drove home.

After the gig the next night, Steve drove home after him. He slowed as he passed Billy’s apartment, but it was four-fifteen in the morning, and he was pretty sure that was grounds for divorce.

He couldn’t stop grinning, and typing text drafts to Billy he didn’t send, and checking the time, so finally he just cleaned—he scrubbed the whole fridge, and pulled all the popsicles and discount steak out to defrost the freezer. If he’d been female, he thought, with kind of a shivery feeling in his stomach, he’d have eaten the popsicles when Billy was over—just sucked them down until he gave himself brain freeze, leaning his head back so Billy could see the muscles working in his cheeks and throat. Steve bit his lips together, sighing, and gripped the counter, wishing the stupid, useless image wasn’t stuck in his head.

The sheets smelled kinda stale, so he washed them, and put another load of laundry in, before checking the time again, seeing it was too early to take Billy any breakfast, and flopping face-first on the couch with a groan.

He awoke to his phone ringing, and answered in a grunted slur of syllables even he couldn’t identify. It was Joyce Byers’ voice, he registered, his brain feeling like its tires were spinning in mud.

“Billy’s sick,” she told him. “He sounds awful. He’s by himself.”

“Enh,” Steve said. “Grungh.”

“...I thought you might be on the road,” she said. “Weren’t you coming back today?”

“M’I’m,” Steve mumbled, and rolled half on his side to prop himself up. “M’here. Drove...las’night.”

“Sorry to wake you, sweetie,” she said, sounding suspiciously like she was laughing. “He’s just as impatient to see you, hon. That’s why I called. He was smiling all night. I had to pinch his pink cheeks.”

“...my pink cheeks,” Steve muttered indignantly, and she laughed again.

“Go take him some cold medicine, okay? Maybe something hot to eat?”

Steve slapped his face a few times to try and get his brain back online, blinked, and frowned worriedly. “Is—is he okay?”

“Sounds like a question for the man himself. We’ve got this, if you don’t want to come in tonight,” she said. “Tell him not to worry about anything, and feel better!”

“O-okay,” Steve said, nodding.

“Make him take a nap too, sweetie,” she said, and hung up. Steve blinked at his phone, and then called Billy.

He didn’t answer.

Steve grimaced, sat down to work on the chords for his nearly-finished song, couldn’t focus, and cleaned the garage. He tried again an hour later, and got no response, so he waited a couple more hours, did all the dishes, and scrubbed the stove.

He kept thinking about being sick, and he started to want soup, so he rummaged through his cupboards, and then pulled out the cookbook Joyce had helped him pick out when he first started living on his own. It had chicken soup in it, and Steve studied the ingredients carefully, jotting them down.

When he got to the part of the recipe that said ‘if using noodles, add them now,’ he stalled out, staring helplessly. He side-eyed the phone, and didn’t call again—Billy was probably asleep, he reminded himself, and there Steve was, waking him up every god damn hour.

He went out and bought sick-person groceries—the soup ingredients, obviously. Kleenex, benadryl, cough syrup, cough drops—and popsicles in case Billy had a sore throat. He got two whole boxes, resolutely not thinking about either of them actually eating them. He got a loaf of bread to slice for thick crunchy toast, and a carton of eggs to soft-boil. He threw some fluffy slippers by the register in, and then circled around again when he remembered tea.

When he knocked on Billy’s door, he kept it fairly quiet, and busied himself setting up a bag with all the things Billy might want—there was no point in giving a sick person the raw carrots for the chicken soup. Just as he was trying to remember whether Billy had a toaster oven, the door opened, and Billy stared down at him, wrapped in a blanket. His nose and lips were red, chapped and peeling.

“Sorry I woke you up, I’ll go away,” Steve told him, standing up, and grabbing both bags of groceries. “But I just need to ask, rice or noodles?”

“Why are you going away,” Billy croaked.

“I, um,” Steve stumbled, uncertain. “But uh, I’m—I’m making chicken soup, so: rice, or noodles?”

“...you’re making me soup?” Billy sighed, leaning against the door jamb. “...what are you doing out here?”

“I brought you stuff,” Steve told him, wincing. “Uh, is it—can I come in?” Billy backed away, tottering over to blow his nose, and Steve came in and kicked the door shut with his feet.

It was both humid and cold, and Steve grimaced into the dim light, watching Billy curl up on the corner of the couch in his jeans and the sweatshirt from their work. He was surrounded by used kleenex. “...I brought…” Steve trailed off, as Billy tried to tuck the blanket over his toes, and not pull it off his head. “...why’s it so cold in here?” he asked, and Billy’s head jerked up.

“It’s fucking cold, right?! I knew the fucking thermostat wasn’t working—” he stopped, sighing.

“Okay, no,” Steve announced. “You’re coming to my place. I promise not to make you sign any, like, prenuptials, come on.”

“...I’m sick,” Billy told him, petulantly, as Steve found his shoes.

“That would be why,” Steve told him, battling to get one arm out of the blanket at a time, and push Billy’s arms into his coat. “You can figure out the thermostat later—I’ll call and fight with them, if you want—but I can see my breath in here.”

Billy submitted to being bundled down the stairs in untied shoes, his coat on, and his blanket wrapped around it, and Steve loaded the groceries back in, handing Billy the box of tissues.

“So,” Steve asked, as he shifted into reverse. “Noodles or rice? I bought both. We could try both, I guess,” he said, considering, and then realized Billy was trying to cover a laugh, which turned into a racking cough. He sounded like the seals at the zoo.

“I don’t give a shit,” he said, finally, when he could talk.

All my Harringrove fic!

#Harringrove #Unless #Steve's bi and confused about it #Billy's gay and dying of pining #They'll figure it out in the last chapter #RIP them

[some-kindofgnome]

🎄- Erwin Smith

happy christmas eve Lauren! 💖 daddy erwin will NOT fail you this christmas, that much can be said for certain!

(also... this got a lil long, so some of it is under the cut 💖)

Iiiii have a feeling that this man is quite a romantic. he can’t afford to show it in the field, or to his associates, or to his comrades or to his friends. but he’s let you in, all the way in, and that means that you’re about to be subjected to all the romance that he dreams of to keep him going in the field. 

he would wake up before you, but he’d let you wake so slowly and peacefully, stroking your hair and rubbing your back until your eyes flutter slowly open. and when you’re finally awake he’ll kiss your temple all soft with a good morning, my love. 

breakfast is tasty but always nutritious- plenty of fresh fruit and good protein, because he’s got big plans for today! I think he would hold off on giving you your present right away, taking the morning nice and slow instead. there’s a little snow falling outside, and for the first time in a very long time, the world feels safe- just for a little while. 

he takes care of you all day. keeps your coffee hot, keeps the fire stoked. fucks your brains out on the sofa takes a little bit of time to read that book he hasn’t opened since last christmas. 

I think he’ll definitely make sure you get outside for at least a few minutes of fresh air. maybe a little stroll through town. maybe just a couple minutes chatting on the terrace. fresh air and a lil sunshine is important, u know? 

right before dinner, he’ll present you with your gift & it’ll be, like.... that thing that you wanted so badly but could never quite push yourself to get it. he’s been watching you pine over it all year and knew that it was the perfect thing for you. but he’s been a real bastard about keeping his mouth shut so you had absolutely no idea. 

I think he’ll cook for you, too. maybe he’s not that experienced but he’s gonna try his goddamn best for you. he’ll get the best cuts of meat he can find. warm buttery potatoes. maybe even a few sweets, if he can find them 👀 and he can’t keep his hands off you as you help him clean up!

erwin will provide you with the coziest & most romantic christmases out there. I think it’s the one day a year he really takes off. doesn’t even glance in the direction of his study, let alone pour over paperwork like he so often does. christmas is for you and he’s going to show you all the love he’s been saving for you. 💖 

I’m dreaming of a soft Christmas ☃️

#gnome answers #erwin smith #SOFT DADDY ERWIN #he is a closeted romantic & you know it 💖

[t4t-lumpygrab]

Sunset

Summary:  LSP and Lemongrab can watch the sunset together... As a treat... ao3 / ff.net / DA

It was almost evening in Ooo and the sun was starting to set, casting long shadows from the lemon trees and huts surrounding the Earldom. Lemongrab stood on the balcony overlooking the orchard and watched the sun lower itself below the tops of his trees. Watching this when the hard work of the day was done always brought him a sense of peace and fulfillment.There was no sound other than the rustling of the leaves and the quiet clatter of the lemonjon candies growing on the trees tapping against each other in the breeze. Lemongrab took a deep breath and took it all in. Peace. Tranquility. Quiet. Sil-

“Hey Lemmy!” a voice yelled and something soft and fluffy cannonballed into his stomach.

“O-OH! Mmmm Princess!” Lemongrab struggled to balance himself with the wriggling purple creature clinging onto him, “What aaa… surprise tooo see yoouu…”

“Yeah yeah I know you’re like, totally thrilled and over the moon to see me and all that lump because I’m amazing and beautiful and totally cool and talented and-”

Half an hour later LSP finally reached the end of her list of amazing traits. “-Hot, and um, what else am I? Oh yeah! Humble! Anyway what are you doing pumpkin?” she asked brightly.

Lemongrab frowned at her. “I am aaaa lemon. Not aaaa pumpkin. I had thought it was fairly obvious I mean my name is literally LEMONgrab and everythi-”

“Oh silly, silly, lovely man…” LSP shook her head and affectionately patted his cheek, “pumpkin is just, like, a cute nickname! Like baby and stuff. It doesn’t mean I actually think you’re a pumpkin, or a baby. It means I lumping love yoouuu~”

LSP hugged him and Lemongrab laughed awkwardly “Yes yes yes Iiiii love you too… watermelon…”

She blinked up at him in pure confusion. “Watermelon?”

“You called me a pumpkin.” he explained quickly, “I was, nngh, following your example.”

LSP laughed and grinned. “Lemme guess you’re also gonna start calling me toddler because I called you baby.”

Lemongrab had actually seriously considered doing that, but the dry and sarcastic way she said this planted an inkling of doubt in his head. “...If baby is acceptable why isn’t toddler?” He asked bluntly, “LSP, I adore you, but I cannot understand what you are saying.”

LSP laughed at him again and Lemongrab stopped feeling confused and started to feel upset. “I forgot you weren’t, like, very experienced with romantic stuff.” Lemongrab’s frown deepened.

He let go of her and stroppily went back to his balcony. So that was what she thought of him. It was true that Lemongrab hadn’t actually dated anyone before but that wasn’t his fault- the first earl had been… uh.

Um.

Well, he’d never dated anyone that was for sure.

Which was probably for the best. And the second earl had never had a chance to explore who he was as a person outside of his brother’s toxic influence, let alone meet someone who could love that person. And as for him? He’d lost around a year physically recovering from the explosion and more time overcoming his various traumas. He was still overcoming them. He’d never had a chance to be with someone like this before and while he’d never told LSP this, he was actually pretty insecure about that. Normally he was fine with her mildly teasing him but.. This time it had actually hurt.

He stared out over the trees again but they didn’t bring him any peace. The sun was now properly setting, meaning the sky was flushed pink with the same embarrassment he felt. He looked at the pink and orange clouds and an idea suddenly came to him.

“Mmmmmm myyy gourd…” he grabbed LSP’s hand and dragged her out of the room, down a flight of stairs and into the Earldom stables.

The lemon camel and pegasus looked up at them as Lemongrab almost flung the door off it's hinges.

“Beee seated upon the royal steed, my, um, vegetable.” Lemongrab plonked LSP down on the pegasus' back and jumped on behind her. He patted it's lemon textured flank and yelled "Away!"

The pegasus reared up onto it's back legs, sending a confused LSP sliding into her boyfriend, and bolted out of the stable.

"What the?" LSP spluttered as the trees whizzed past them, "what the lump? What's going on? Where are we lumping going - OH MY GLOB THE WALL!"

The wall that surrounded Castle Lemongrab was looking and they were galloping right into it. Lemongrab reached over her to pat the horse on its neck. LSP bounced up and down slightly as the back muscles shifted from the creature flapping its wings until it carried them both into the air. They harmlessly sailed over the wall and into the sky.

"Oh boy. That was close…" LSP said nervously. She peeked over a beating wing and saw the rapidly disappearing ground. "Oh boy. Oh boy."

Lemongrab was getting better at emotions and he got the feeling LSP was… less than thrilled to be 100 metres off the ground, for some reason. "Princess have you never flown before?" He asked in disbelief.

"N-no." LSP still has her eyes trained on the shrinking trees and the vanishing ground. The higher they went the harder the fall would be if she fell off.

"But I thought… since you can fly you'd be used to these heights."

"I'm still affected by turbulence and like, winds and-and stuff! I can't float at a height like this!" LSP panicked, "if I fall I'll die for real!"

"You won't die." Lemongrab turned her head away to look forward. "Do not look at the ground. Forward only. Yes. Good. And hold on to thee neck." He took her hands and placed them on the horse's neck so she could grip onto it. He kept his hands over hers and leant into her, their arms touching, holding her in place with his own body weight. "I have flown many times and there is no need for fear. It is alright, my eggplant."

"O-okay." LSP blushed. She finally looked at the sky they were riding into. The sunset was a blend of pink and peach and soft brushes of purple. At the very top the night sky was peeking through with tints of dark blue and the sparkle of stars. The sun was still shining from behind the hills and it lit up the clouds as they floated past them.

LSP reached out in wonder to touch one of the fluffy, glowing clouds as they flew past it. They'd entered cloud Kingdom so it was solid enough to stand on but still soft to the touch. Her fingers slid along its fluffy, pillow like surface.

"Wow…" she whispered and Lemongrab grinned to himself.

They burst through the clouds and all of Ooo was laid out before them. All of it bathed in the golden syrupy light of the setting sun. LSP could've never gotten this high up by herself. If it wasn't for Lemongrab, she'd never have seen this.

"It's beautiful." Was all she could say. Lemongrab kissed the top of her head and she smiled, turning almost as pink as the clouds.

“See!" He said triumphantly and smugly. "I can be good at romantic stuff!” Everyone, even him, knew that there was nothing more romantic than watching the sunset together. Maybe now that he'd proven himself to her the teasing would stop.

“I never said you weren’t.” LSP said in confusion.

“But you said I wasn’t experienced…" Lemongrab whined, "and you teased meeee...”

Lemongrab's sudden behaviour finally clicked for her. She hadn't realised she upset him. Lemongrab was a very sensitive person- how could she have been so careless with his feelings?

She reached behind her to touch his face. “Aw. Lemongrab, I didn’t wanna make you feel like you’re not good enough or I don’t like being with you. There’s nothing wrong with not knowing stuff and it’s not your fault if you don’t know something, right?”

She poked his cheek. “Right?”

“Nnngh right.” he grumbled.

“And even if you don’t always know a lot about dating I’ve been with people who were, like, more experienced than you but… they didn’t make me feel as loved as you do." LSP felt his cheek shift under her hand as he smiled. "It’s not the most important thing, and there’s lots of stuff that I love about you. Like you always make me laugh. You’re a really funny guy, you know that right?" She slid back to snuggle into him and he wrapped one arm around her. Lemongrab was always so warm and smelled so nice, and he always tried his best to do nice things for her.

Lemongrab was stronger than anyone she knew. And definitely much stronger than people have him credit for. He'd survived things that gave her nightmares just thinking about them.

But Lemongrab was also a lot more fragile than people assumed he was. She remembered how he'd been on their first date. So anxious and nervous and frightened. He reminded her of the easily startled baby deers she sometimes saw near her camp in the woods: they were both in desperate need of someone to care for them. That's what she was supposed to do.

"But I guess I should make sure I’m not laughing at you so… I’m sorry, I won’t tease you like that again.” she said genuinely and Lemongrab gave her a squeeze to show her she was forgiven.

“See?" She continued, "Even though I’m meant to be the one with the experience or whatever, I still mess things up sometimes. So you really shouldn’t worry about it.”

"It is okay. It is okay, myyy pumpkin." Lemongrab told her.

She turned around to give him a peck on the cheek. "Whatever you say Watermelon."

#lemongrab #adventure time #atime #lumpygrab #lumpy space princess #lsp #my writing #fanfiction #lemonspace #fluffember #fluffember 2020

[syncogon]

sad only 480p version this time, and delayed. oh well, temptation too strong, and clips on the weibo looked promising, so let’s go

mjy sighhh i guess he’s just dumb not malicious but man

“the truth isn’t important” glasses shing. oh wow that hair swish tho that was like unnecessarily well animated hahaha

iiiii just want jhx to tell off yy!! i think that’d be great, what a faceslap! also wtf is this thing? iron supplements?? a spray? icy-hot? 铁打损伤喷雾?? god i spent like five minutes trying to mouse-trace those characters and i still don’t know if this is supposed to be significant or if it’s just significant that jhx caught yy doing shady shit 

anyway given music / context it seems jhx is annoyed at what yy is doing? so yay friggin finally. “our classes aren’t at nanhua” nice 

“xu-da” vs “xu-ge” hmm. anyway jhx don’t fall for the lies. jhx is like sx, annoying and chuuni but probably isn’t as obnoxiously awful as he first appears... probably.... maybe. 

goddd sucks that the full version of this op is kinda weird, because i LOVE this op so much like holy crap. jiyi bei yingfu huanxing.... 

man now im like stressed about the yf at the airport scene. trailer showed an airport. what’s gonna happennn

this exchange about dd feels so weird like it sounds like ctg is trying to explain they’re not in any pre-relationship or smth but maggie is like “i don’t mind” in a way that makes it sound like she wouldn’t mind if they’re together? what??? but whatever

ok i really enjoy this cr/yf dynamic. like i feel like it’s a bit ooc and yf as portrayed here is maybe too far on the acquiescence but also it’s really funny and sparks joy for me so i’ll buy it. i’m happy to see like established relationship stuff i think bc i generally don’t in the stuff i watch. speaking of which i’m super glad that they didn’t make the awful dumb move of trying to insert like Another wack love triangle drama dynamic thing in this like the fans want yecong and tianmai!!

wowwww it’s so nice how supportive cr is being tho like i love to see it!

handholding!! soft!! nice inversion of the earlier part where cr is bandaging his fingers. but like -

WHY DOES SHE HAVE MARKS/CALLUSES ON HER THUMB AND NOT HER PINKY??? like ok i have not played ukelele but i sure have my own share of stringed instrument finger calluses and you don’t?? press on the string with your thumb???

still, they’re trying, it’s a cute detail, i appreciate it. i liked that one wwgk review i watched yesterday that pointed out s1 was like a coming of age story disguised as a music story, whereas s2 is like a real music story.... 

wait this is incredibly cute wtf. oh my god. 

YF SIGHED/FACEPALMED AT THAT? COME ON!! WTF THAT’S SO RUDE? THAT WAS ACTUALLY LIKE PRETTY GOOD?? AND SHE DID THIS JUST FOR YOU? like maybe not performance ready but bro she’s learned for two days!! also holy shit the strumming animation is really good for smth like this im impressed! that reminds me of the like actually legit violin animation they showed in the trailer yo im so ready 

like i totally understand the frustration (damn, maggie’s face... 3 free performances? really?) but also i feel SO BAD FOR CR HERE this is so awkward oh my godddd at least ctg like tries to apologize to her (and cr’s reaction to this whole thing is also v solid, good for her) but still like damn 

aww ahh man im glad maggie still like! supports encourages cr here! that’s also char dev being able to like get past her own complicated emotions at least for this sort of gesture 

awwww i also like seeing maggie’s coping, the happiness philosophy i always thought that was super interesting. she’s a great char! and i think running is good

animators animate a girl running normally challenge

oh nice you have to walk a bit after sprinting, good

the train track scenes are so pretty wahhh 

does... does the track just end there? what

the ~significance~ of maggie now sharing this piece of her that used to be a yf thing, with ctg 

also excellent bgm - oh omg it’s og soul link remix!!! 

“i don’t want you to go” 

MY GOD HE’S FINALLY MAKING A REAL MOVE. and one based in real friendship. GOD FUCKING FINALLY CTG AAAAAA she’s cryyying man this exchange is also pretty cute ngl 

i can’t believe they figured this out a full 4 episodes before the finale 

this is so pretty here wahhhhhh i wanna ss the whole thing in 1080p 

awhhhhhh

they never released pink twilight shanghai!! i want this ver!!! 

aww yayyy open still cheering her on - YF BE NICE TO YOUR GF COME ON

haha this is like reverse of cr tutoring him - WAIT YEAH YF YOU WERE A SHITTY ASS STUDENT COMPARED TO HER BE EXTRA NICE 

also remixed dream i dig it! sounds like new lyrics? 

julliard hahahaha

dong dong goddess

HAHAHA did dd just steal ctg’s fries

ctg: expressing some deep thoughts

me: just watching dd

“forever confident, forever happy” 

wait sooooooo are they a thing now or what did that count as a confession

“and qing’er is finally here” WHAT’S THE TEAAAAA WE STILL DON’T REALLY KNOW

“im a guitarist this is fine” YOU GO DD I LOVE YOU 

BEACH EPISODE BEACH EPISODE BEACH EPISODE 

omg oyzq. you’d think they were trying to extort a confession from him. what the hell is this instrument he said what is a xiao 箫. A WOODEN FLUTE? YOOO THAT’S COOL my god PLEASE let us get some kickass trad/modern fusion music im so ready 

“i trust ouyang” ahhh double char surnames are cool

HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK

“because i’m about to have surgery on my knee” REALLY? REALLY? IS THIS REALLY HOW YOU’RE GOING TO JUSTIFY ALL THIS? FOLKS I AM LOSING MY SHIT I HAVEN’T LAUGHED OUT LOUD LIKE THIS IN SO LONG

ok this is interesting tho he’s not a dick for the hell of it it’s out of desperation or smth. but like half a year, oh no, what a horror. (i’m fresh out of hb feels ok you shaddap // tho i can also imagine the knife, like in lotus bloom, where they didn’t think szp’s injury was permanent). tho i do also like the “then we’ll be seniors we won’t have time to perform” but also that’s just a reminder that all of these ppl are like frigging 16 year olds and i still cannot take this seriously

i like “i didn’t expect, that i couldn’t give you the confidence to win”. god im so glad this confrontation is happening. man this feels like a wrap up already are they really spending all 3 last episodes on the competition? what’s the story gonna be? 

feel like he’d be less ugly with hairstyle that looked more consistently like this. anyway sucks that both of them are so ugly otherwise there’s some nice sun/moon (+stars?) imagery you can get going here

GROUP CHAT GROUP CHAT GROUP CHAT 

pretty! i wanna save this hq

it’s this bgm!!! godd i just want this track so bad

an empty beach?? in china near shanghai??? 

anyway ahhh it’s the iconic beach shot! i like how the promo ver cuts out dd lmfao

wow nine episodes in and cookie finally gets a character moment??? cookieeeeeeee i missed you

ok i can’t ship them he calls her shifu but also THIS IS SUCH A CUTE FRIENDSHIP calling every day 10 minutes?? wow!! i love dongdong and i love cookie. also this hits different in covid times “no one says that we can’t be friends because of distance” 

oh i guess they are pushing this as a ship. meh.

wahhhhh. need this hq then i have more propic material. 

HE HAS COVID 

ah lang is VIBING oh to be the ah lang of my own life. parasurfing. walking into poles. 

wow this is so modern! the red bag thing! wow i do love this show flexing the modern-ness 

this is the mercedes benz arena im SURE of it ahhhh holy crap this crowd. oh to be in a crowd without mask

IT’S THIS DUDE AGAIN like the trailer spoiled this but if i found out this right here right now i would’ve lost my shit my god hahhaah

im like torn about how i feel about cr’s dress like idk if it fits her well even if it’s pretty

:<

oh im scared i hope this doesn’t become embarrassing 

:0

OMG THEY INCLUDED PENCIL SKETCH OF THAT S1 SCENE. HAHAHA. char growth yayyyyy

ok anyway im happy!! spent like an hour watching this or something lmao but good times!! much better than last ep HAHA yayyy im so glad we’re finally at the comp and lots of these little things have been tied up now im ready for new song drops!!!

#music up #mine #synco talks

[peaches-of-1]

Day 10 | On Tip Toes

Black!Reader x Dad!Namjoon

An excited dark tan little human woke up to their own inner clock and looks around. Mama or Dad must’ve brought them in here after they fell asleep on the couch. Either way, the young girl knew what day it was and excitedly climbed down the pipe like ladder.

She had wanted them painted like the candles in the Kwanzaa display on the special table, but Mama had never gotten to it. Mama was a busy woman and--

Wait, what’s this? There was a camera in the corner of the room. Ah, them again. It was Christmas Day, so of course the aunties and uncles came to visit and set up the cameras while they slept. Sparkling white teeth showed off to the camera and a small hand waved before the roundest face in the world turned to see its only match.

She quickly used her tiny feet to walk towards a face similar to her’s and kneel on the step before the doorway beneath the dark gray sign that read “SANTA’S WORKSHOP” in English and tapped a shirt covered in candy patterns.

“별자리, Byeol-iiiii. Wake up! Our grown up friends are here.” She notified her twin sister just like any good sibling would. “And it’s Christmas.”

Hazel eyes suddenly sprung open, “Is it really Christmas?” 

A stern nod before adorable yawns left 초승달’s mouth and soon two 3 year old bodies were fully awake to make a heart for the cameras like they usually did when are red carpets with their parents. Then they changed the date on their “color by day” calendar and began to hop around in their pajamas.

“It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas!” they were just as excitable as their parents for the holidays.

The two girls then opened their sliding door before holding hands and walking to their parents’ room down the hallway, knowing they were asleep but also oh so ready to wake them up to spend the day together.

However, they got distracted by the white lights that had fallen from the hallway as RapMon trotted beside them. The dog sat next to the wall and let the children enact their little plan before they continued on their way.

The uncle in the green tent decorated like a Christmas tree tried not to laugh too loud as he was the only one at the right angle to see this.

Dark skin and hair in a green bonnet was held closely by tan skin with dimpled cheeks that were even more noticeable as husband opened brown eyes when wife got wiggly. A parental Spidey Sense of sorts went off in both adults as she turned to face him.

“What time is it?” I asked in a groggy voice as a farewell to all the sleep I would’ve gotten if it were not for being a mother as well.

“Not yet. Pretend they’re still asleep for a few minutes, ok?” Large and protective hands enveloped slightly smaller ones and rubbed the back of them, the gentle touch almost willing slumber into his spouse’s eyes.

I suppressed a yawn before ignoring the door being opened by two giggling little elves. The door was always unlocked in case of emergency such as an early morning boo boo or a nightmare in the late evening. This was neither, thankfully. Simply two of the cutest little girls on the planet launching themselves onto Mama’s and Papa’s soft embrace.

The usual morning tradition of a four person hug and kisses for everyone ensued. Mom to Byeol, Byeol to Choseungdal, Choseungdal to Dad, and then Dad to mom before it reversed. Cross over and then the kids were excited and bouncing up and down once more.

“Mama, Papa! Mama! Papa! Guess what? Guess what?!” The twins said, jumping on the bed and claiming the hug of a parent for themselves.

“What is it?” Idol and father Kim Namjoon asked.

Byeol spoke up, “It’s Christmas morning! We get to open presents now, right?”

Choseungdal looked from her sister’s face to her father’s, “I really wanna open the big red one!”

I gasped in an overexaggerated way, “A gift before breakfast, isn’t our hug enough?”

“No.” She said, honestly.

“Fair enough.” I replied with a giggle while my husband laughed.

Then he spoke up, “Alright, let’s open a present then, shall we? One before breakfast and then we get all~ cleaned up to eat Mama’s yummy food, ok?”

“Ok!” They replied 

“Wait, Choseungdal.” Byeol said, “We have to show Mama and Papa how we decorated RapMon this time.”

The parents blinked and shared a look. This time? They decorated him again? They literally pulled us into the living room to see the white fluffy dog sparkle with glittering Christmas lights. So that was what you heard in the middle of the night. You had decided to ignore it since you had believed it to be a sound from whatever dream you had been having.

And he was just there smiling like a goofball. Namjoon said that they shouldn’t do stuff like that because it could hurt the dog, and he was too nice to do anything about it. It was a light scolding and more of a teaching moment because no one wanted any sad faces on Christmas. As my husband and I unwrapped RapMon,, Byeol-ie decided to go around and greet all of the aunties and uncles.

They were in Christmas themed tents to help make the young kids more comfortable. The crew of The Return of Superman always came around every once in a while, and it was usually the same ones unless someone was sick or quit or got fired, y’know. Choseungdal had taken a liking to one unnie in particular.

She kissed Camera Unnie on the cheek to greet her while shyly waving to the others. The twins had gained personalities rather quickly according to the family counselor we went to see. Byeoljali...had a more outgoing personality and would often speak up for Choseungdal who was rather non verbal. I had a suspicion that she was like me, and so we were always extra clear in instruction and repeated stuff a lot to make it easier for her to understand.

Byeol was Byeoljali’s nickname. We named her as such since she had light hazel almost amber eyes. Choseungdal was often shortened to Cho-ie.

They were both cheeky sweethearts, though. Both girls enjoyed creative things, so the crafts room sometimes took over the living room. Currently, the girls were not allowed to use rhinestones because it had taken nearly a whole day to get all of them out of RapMon’s fur. The older dog understood that they were only little and they had apologized in the form of treats, so he wasn’t mad.

My two girls sat down after picking out which gift they wanted and I was there with my own camera to take pictures of them opening up their gifts. Luckily, they had similar hobbies, so gifts were easy.

“On three, start ripping them open.” I said. “Ask Dad for help if you need it.”

“Appa!” Cho-ie said. “Help me, please.”

He chuckled and went to sit in between them just in case. I counted to three, and the box opening began. Byeoljali began to open up the gift with raptor like swiftness while Cheoseungdal made sure it was unfolded properly with hardly any rips. Yep, we literally had a moon child. How could we not?

Our love for space and the unknown was mutual, and celestial names were so beautiful.

Cho-ie had gotten a collection of new canvases with a custom easel since the other one was missing a few pieces now. That’s why it was so big: the easel had been set up top of the canvases and already put together.

She hugged her dad and thanked us. Byeol had revealed a new set of paints that included glitter glue too. Maybe it wouldn’t get everywhere if they were in some sort of adhesive already...or it would be harder to get off of furniture. Only time would tell. She sprinted to hug my legs and then did grabby hands for the phone so she could record us.

She didn’t have the best hand-eye coordination or grasp, so I said that our darlings didn’t need to take pictures of us since we already had other adults to do it for us. I just didn’t want another broken phone. Namjoon had gotten us matching chokers that we would surely be wearing out today.

I hugged him and kissed him on his lips, excited to see his expression when he got his gift from me. He opened the bag and gasped, almost in tears as he lifted out the headphones he had been yearning over for the past four months. My husband has said he wouldn’t get them since he didn’t need them and they were too expensive anyways.

He hugged me tightly. Then it was time for coloring the picture of the day while I made breakfast. Namjoon had prepared some stuff last night while I helped get the kids to bed which made cooking much easier. In fact, he had finished making the entire fruit salad and it was wrapped in the fridge.

“Thank you, yeobo! That saves so much time!” I called over to him.

Namjoon just smiled, “It’s my pleasure. I was extra careful too, so no hurt fingers this time.”

I giggled and Christmas music played while I cooked and The Return of Superman got footage for their Holiday Special. My voice sang along as I filled pie crusts with a mix of rice, spinach, and cheese before sticking the first batch into the oven for ~18 minutes. Although he tried very hard, Namjoon-yeobo was still a bit of a hazard in the kitchen. He mixed things very well, though.

Like the vegetables that would become part of our omelettes. I still wasn’t a big fan of omelettes, so I would just be making three for my husband and kids. Also, I knew two of the crew didn’t eat eggs. So a total of five. I glanced over into the living room and saw him handing the girls whatever color they asked for.

Every time he got it wrong, he would say, “I’m sorry, my princess.” and then give them the right one eventually. He soon came over to show me a pictue of our girls in front of their finished mini Christmas tree in their playroom. He took it yesterday and forgot to show me.

It was so cute. All of the eggs were done, so you cut two of them in half as soon as the timer went off for the breakfast pockets. I gave them a quick call to ask if they washed their hands after coloring. The three looked at each other and ran to the bathroom as I set up the plates and washed my own hands.

I looked at the camera people who were in tents, “What are you waiting for? I didn’t make this much food just for the four of us. Use the one in the guest bedroom.”

They were so surprised and decided to take turns to make sure at least two were recording while the others ate. However, they were family at this point and this was a family breakfast. All of them were to sit at the table and enjoy the homemade meal.

I told them that if their boss had a problem, they could bring it up to me directly. I was a child of four, so I knew how to make a lot of food in a short amount of time and still have it taste good. I had even made a few pockets without cheese because a few were lactose intolerant.

Then everyone was ready to dig in. Namjoon made sure that the two elven twinsies thanked me for the meal before eating. It was a very warm breakfast. It was lots of chatter but still quiet and kind. Choseungdal made sure to feed Camera Unnie a few times, getting a thank you in return. Then it was time for me to clean up while my love got the girls cleaned up, getting them to brush their teeth and all that jazz.

The camera people went back into their tents while one stood in the bathroom doorway to record.

Since Joon was an idol, he was usually very busy doing TV shows and making music and all that stuff. So, he got to spend most of the time directly helping the kids on his days off.

Once the dishes were in the dishwasher (the first Christmas gift we bought together) and Cho-ie was in her little Christmas dress, I started on making the cookie dough with the mini sous chef. Both Byeoljali and Cheoseungdal were adamant about bringing cookies to Taehyung’s holiday party. He and his huge family held one every single year, and we always attended.

My apple cake was always a hit, so I was bringing that. However, the kids wanted to do something too. I was glad to have the extra help in making cookies. It was a good distraction while Namjoon got ready first. He’d do their hair and pack up the cookies when it was my turn. The apple cake was a family recipe from this cookbook we’ve had since forever. I was stumped five years ago as to what to make since I had been bringing boozy eggnog the last couple of years before everyone started having kids.

Ever since then, I’d make two cakes just so we would have enough. Namjoon always bought eggnog or vanilla ice cream to go along with it. Every year had a theme, and this time it was pearls. I had found the perfect skirt for it and was able to get two of them. The second one were made into child versions for the young ones if they wanted.

“I’m gonna decorate this one all by myself.” Choseungdal said, grabbing the white makeshift piping bag and adding “snow” to the already frosted Christmas tree.

Byeol was decorating a snowman with edible glitter before Namjoon came in to swap places in the kid duty.

“Why don’t we let Mama finish up the rest of these so she can take a shower?” He said and the kids agreed, getting tired of decorating but not eating as the kitchen smelled of butterscotch and chocolate with a hint of gingerbread.

So, I finished up the rest of the cookies and was able to decorate them after they cooled and surprised them with an extra cookie for them each before heading into the shower to get all dolled up. I loved matching with my family so much! It was something we did often.

Namjoon had put on his black pants with pearls scattered about the legs and green oxfords with pearls in the heels. Pearls also lined his black velvet jacket that went over his green sweater. He put on the more simple looking choker out of the set he had just watched me unwrap meaning I got the bowtie one. He was also wearing his red beanie because he knew how much I loved him in it with a simple pair of gold and pearl drop earrings.

I was in my black skirt that reached just above my ankles with my red sweater tucked into it but outside of the green stockings I slipped on to make walking in my pearl adorned red ankle boots easier. With the pearl and bowtie choker, I put on pearl and chain dangle earrings. I decided to wear a green beret as well.

“Don’t forget this, Mama!” It’s the gift me and Choseungdal got you.

“Oh, really? Thank you~” I said and opened the box, smiling when I saw it was a classic Pandora bracelet.

My hazel eyed girl said, “We helped Dad pick out the charms to go on it.”

Then we turned to our kids and asked them what we did most every day, “Who do you want to dress like, Mommy or Daddy?” which basically was asking if they wanted to dress more masculinely or femininely. I was a girly girl most of the time and Joon-ie was more laid back but still well dressed as most Korean men seemed to be.

Choseungdal pointed to her father while Byeol pointed to me. That was that then. Namjoon helped our little girl into matching pearl pants and jacket with a green knitted sweater underneath while I helped our other little girl into her skirt and stockings with a red sweater that was covered in pom poms that were used to make hearts all about the top. Then we helped put them each into pearl studs that they had worn before.

Namjoon did their hair while I finished up my makeup and we double checked to make sure RapMon was ready to come with. He was by the door waiting for his leash like a good doggo.

“Good boy.” I said and rubbed his head.

The five of us hopped into the car, singing Christmas carols and watching Papa Joon get shy every time a song he sang with the other BTS uncles came on. Sometimes he’ll say which ones he helped to right and we’d talk about that while he two Christmas fairies played make believe in the back seat.

“Hiiii!” I said with two apple cakes in my arms while The two youngest ones held boxes of cookies.

Hugs upon hugs and bows galore occurred while talking overlapped in the forms of greetings and barking. J-Hope’s husband helped me take the cakes to the kitchen while Jin called for the host and his wife.

The children played with their friends while I was handed some sparkling cider by Yoongi, whose facial hair scratched my cheek a little as he hugged me.

“Long time no see.” He said.

“Oh my god! You’re back from America? Since when?” I gasped.

“Two days ago. I wanted to surprise you guys.”

Namjoon chuckled, “Well, it worked. I’m surprised.” and hugged his dear friend tightly.

He had been working on a bunch of stuff in America for the past couple of years and usually sent gifts for the holidays. A young man with raven black hair and pale skin approached both me and Namjoon and bowed.

“It is nice to see you in person, uncle Namjoon and auntie Y/N. Father has told me a lot about you two.” He had to be about 13 and…

I gasped and looked at Yoongi and back to the kid, “You can’t be 시우. The 시우 I know is this tall, and you’re a whole tree.” I put my hand near my hip.

He giggled nearly at eye level with me, “I am 시우.”

“Oh my gosh~” I beamed. “Well, it’s nice to see you again. What have you been up to? How’s school and your hobbies?”

“I got in a bit of trouble recently, but school is going well. I kept skipping one of my classes since the teacher is super ignorant. He is my history teacher and tried to incorrectly explain the Joseon area to me. I always show up for test days, though.”

Namjoon chuckled, “It seems that righteous rebellion doesn’t fall far from the tree.” and took a sip of his own cider.

Siu chuckled, “I have to choose an extra elective to do outside of school if I don’t want to be suspended, but I’m not really a creative guy.” he pulled at his ear like Yoongi did when nervous.

His father spoke up, “Your auntie here is a pretty famous actress.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t say famous.” I replied, my cheeks getting warm.

“Would you suggest I take acting? It is the only one I have seriously been thinking of doing.” Siu looked up at me with his deep blue eyes that he got from his nameless mother.

I had to nod, of course, “Stage acting is a very good skill to have. Although you’re not lacking any confidence, it can help you feel a bit more comfortable in public spaces. Keeps you accountable too. You have to learn your lines or you let the cast down. More importantly, it is a lot of fun.”

He nodded. Namjoon kissed my cheek and said he was going to check on the kids while I continued my conversation with the young teen. I enjoyed telling my theatre stories, but I am sure Joon was tired of hearing them over and over again.

Namjoon walked into a curious scene of nearly 10 children sacrificing his moonchild who was tied up with a jumprope to the side of a bookcase like contraption. He could just stare at the kids in various wigs and holiday clothing reenacting something.

Hoseok entered asking, “Why did it suddenly get so qui--”

Taehyung’s second youngest child came in with a bucket of water which Namjoon scooped out of their hands rather quickly, too in shock to say anything.

“What’s going on?” Hobi asked instead.

“Daaaaddd, we’re reenacting Uncle TaeTae’s TV show.” A darling little kid with blonde pigtails reached for the bucket of water. “We need the water to splash on Choseungdal’s faaaceeee. It’s her punishment for fighting on sacred ground.”

The brown haired father shook his head and Namjoon silently walked back to the bathroom to pour the water out while his hyung told the children to use fake water and their imagination instead of real water and to make sure the jump rope wasn’t too tight.

Not exactly the type of parenting the dirty blonde man was hoping for, but as long as they were safe, it was ok. He then recorded the children’s antics for a while to show Taehyung.

Although, it was another Hwarang member that he saw kissing his wife on the cheek.. Do Jihan and her had won favorite TV Couple nearly every year for the past 10, even that time he played a stalker. So the three knew each other well.

“Jihan-hyung, it is nice to see you again.” Joon slapped his friend’s back, making his wife giggle at the facial reaction.

“Ah, yes. Ouch. I’m doing well.”

Y/N giggled, her teeth like marshmallows on top of hot chocolate and Namjoon wanting to sip every last drop of her. Taehyung lifted her up and spun her around all of a sudden.

“You guys are here! I’m so sorry it took me so long to come see you. I was finishing up something for my daughter.” and then set his friend’s wife down.

She kissed him and his wife on the cheek before they hugged Namjoon. The older man had hopped things wouldn’t be as awkward this year since Tae was married to Joon’s ex girlfriend, but she was an awkward girl. She wasn’t sure if it was ok to hug him or if it was better to bow or just shake hands.

“지현,” I begged, “Please, just hug him or bow. It’s not that deep, fam.”

The three men laughed at how straightforward I was. It was like this every year since Tae got together with Jihyeon, and I was sick of it. I could not care less that she was an ex to my husband.

Jihan put his arm on one of my shoulders, “That is why you are my favorite co-worker.”

I laughed and asked how the kids were doing, not expecting my husband to show me and the others our kids playing “Hwarang” since the youngest ones were now learning how to read and Tae’s children were natural thespians.

“I need to sit down.” I said as soon as it was time to open presents.

The cookies and the cake were hits, and I had my fill of the food that was there. Gifts and friends were amazing. Whatever troubles we had been having throughout the year and were still probably were going on could wait until next year a week from now. Right now, it was time for an outing to the park for the boys’ performance.

It was a medley of all the title tracks they had done throughout the years with the last one being done by the kids that weren’t too grumpy. The boys were idols after all, not even fully disbanding or retiring, just not performing as often as a group.

Jungkook and Jimin with their spouses revealed that they were going to have their first children soon. Jin’s 10 year old asked if she could name the baby, making everyone laugh before it was time to pack everyone up into cars and head to the park.

Namjoon squeezed my hand, “Our kids will be fine. You will do a great job, and I will be there to help you as soon as possible.”

I nodded and he kissed me before going off to perform for his fans. Some older than me and some younger. I was there with the other spouses talking and momentarily checking on the kids who were being watched by the older children. Siu was the second oldest to Jin’s triplets, two girls and one guy who made 14 this year.

When the boys were on stage, it felt like I was 20 again, staying up late nights to watch them on award shows and festivals in the states due to the 15 hour time difference. Sometimes it was like that even when Namjoon and I were dating.

Now I was much older with two of his kids, Cho-ie sleeping on my shoulder and Byeol-ie in my lap. They would wake up soon because this song was their song.

“To my children” Suga and Namjoon said.

“Yeah.”

“To my stars and my moon. To my children.” Namjoon continued.

“Yeah.”

“I hope that I’ll see you soon. Your dad loves you no matter how far away and every time I look up at the sky I know you’re looking at the same one, same sun, same moon, same star, same love. Love you. Be home soon, ya don’t give mom too much trouble.”

He wrote a song years ago that was a B-side that got more popular than the title tracks. By that time, Jin already had his kids. Hobi and his husband had adopted their first child. Yoongi was back in the states for this comeback while 11 year old Siu was being raised by his nanny for a bit since the mom left after stealing several things and dumping the child on him.

서준, 민서, and 윤서 said that the children were ready for the stage and got the point choreo down as good as possible. My little elves woke up and yawned, ready to show off their skills. Both of them had gone after the microphone and the paintbrush on their first birthday, and it was no surprise that fate had decided they would be in the arts.

Choseungdal said in her small voice, “I don’t wanna dance today.”

“It’s ok. Do you still wanna go on stage, though?”

She nodded and held onto me as we brought 13 kids on stage to help close out the holiday concert in the park. Everyone went wild as several of them had on noise cancelling headphones since they couldn’t keep their eyes open so long.

The others danced and sang along with their dads having a grand old time. Byeol-ie ended up being carried by Namjoon while I had Cho-ie in my arms. Looking out at all the faces that loved my husband and their father, I recognized a few who had been with them since the beginning. They had kids too now.

In the car ride back home, our little elves had tinkered themselves out and were fast asleep with RapMon by their feet. I was exhausted as well, knowing the crew of The Return to Superman crew would be back tomorrow for Kwanzaa and the cameras would still be there.

Namjoon took one hand off of the wheel to hold my hand, causing my attention to turn from the hypnotizing city lights that passed by to the comforting fingers rubbing the back of my hand.

“Thank you so much for being the mother to my children. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.”

I smiled and kissed his hand, making him smile and scrunch his nose, “Merry Christmas, yeobo.”

He giggled, “Merry Christmas, yeobo.”

#BTS #Bangtan #Kim Namjoon #Namjoon x Reader #Reader x Namjoon #Black!Reader #Female!Reader #Day 10 #10/12 #10 of 12 #12 Prompts of Christmas #Parent!AU #Father!AU #Dad!AU #Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Park Jimin #Kim Taehyung #Jeon Jungkook

[imagine-a-killingharmony]

Drunk V3 Boys!

How about a s/o that has to deal with the v3 boys getting super drunk and then the after math of how is the hangover. ( bonus points if drunk kokichi says the " Finland" spongebob meme) please and ty

Quickly, just imagine them as adults like I am- underage drinking is a big fat “no”, look at me being an... dork. But anyway In the less dork-part let’s say this... I’m literally a giant mess who hasn’t ever been drunk or anything, I don’t really know the effects so we’re going to use those anime-type-of-drunk which is very likely VERY inaccurate or... somewhat-realistic I don’t know. But woah.

Kiibo (Error! Error! Overheating!)

After coming back from his last check-up from Miu you were expecting to be cuddled up close with Kiibo on the couch, watching nextflix- some cheesy Disney movie which you’ve already seen thousands of time before... that’s what you thought....

Till Kiibo walked in adjusted by an trembling Miu who had her arm slung around him, she looked down on the verge of tears muttering about being “so disrespected”, Kiibo sluggishly rolls his head up bursts of steam expanded from every inch of his body.

“... U... Uuuh... there was a function I added inside of em’ to test some booze I was plannin’ on drinking... it was... uh... successful but... J-Just take him- I don’t want to be fuckin’ called out anymore!”

Miu threw Kiibo in your direction running back from once she came, wiping at her eyes as she whined about “how mean” he was... you could only watch Kiibo stir awake, nervousness pricked at your stomach as you realized she made Kiibo try an alcoholic... BEVERAGE!

“... (S/O)?” Kiibo glances up at you, blinking once or twice as he took in his surroundings, you asked if he was okay- he groggily nodded his head. “Never better (S/O)... but... Miu... I-I was just telling her about how stupid it is that she puts herself down almost all the time when she has a brilliant mind, then her very inappropriate attitude- which she presents herself to cover up that wall of self-esteem issues she has... Ah... then there was me getting onto the fact that most people are uncomfortable with the sexual intuendos she has- and for some odd reason before I could say anymore she dragged me here...”

“... I rebooted on the way... once or twice...”

“... what.” Oh. Oh my god... He... What? Kiibo said that?

“... Yes... Hey (S/O) actually I-I have some things to say about you too, look me in the eyes, look at me right now please...” Kiibo cups your face, he looks you right in the eyes, those aren’t the soft loving eyes you know- those are eyes that... are going to fucking destroy you.

Kiibo holds your face tight, escape is impossible, he sluggishly rolls his head as a soft frown falls on his face.

“... You have your errors yourself actually... like... how you...”

...

...

You failed... you are absolutely burnt, just turned into soot by the end of his rant, he’s just sleeping peacefully under the blankets that you had gotten for “cuddle night”, you don’t feel soft at all- you just feel absolutely WRECKED.

Shuichi Saihara (Sad Drunk)

You had both gone out on a party together, specifically a reunion with your classmates which Kokichi was hosting... which already sported red flags but you all didn’t question it, that is until people started to drop like flies... people who drank the punch specifically dropped like flies.

Kaede asked who made the punch... when the relevation that it was Miu and Kokichi themselves it all fell into place like a puzzle, they spiked the goddamn punch.

One of the victims... happened to be Shuichi, a light-weight he hugged your arm tightly slurring and whirling, tears fell down his face as he cried and sobbed about the world.

“... (S-S-S/O!) It’s no fair... I-Iiiii never did anything wrong so why does everything hafta’ be against meeeee...? *hic* it’s unfair.... unfairunfairunfair!”

It’s the fifth time you pat his back, he leans in for a better hold of you so you can give him more affection, he loves that so please do go on, he lets out a slurred hiccup.

“... (S-S/O) a... aaare you seeing anyone...? You always were soooo pretty... and... aaand niiiiice... *hic* and... aaand it make me really happy... I-Iiii wanted to date you since forever ago...”

... How drunk is he to forget the two of you are already dating? “I am.”

Shuichi’s eyes widen, he presses himself up against you with an wail as he starts to cry harder. “Of course yu are- H-Hic- I’m NOT CRYINGF.”

You can’t help but to wonder how he’ll feel in the morning, for now you try to give your poor drunk boyfriend solace as you explain how the two of you are already well- dating.

Luckily, Shuichi falls asleep on your lap while you comfort him, the tears having tired him out... he put his hands around your waist, he bids the world “night night”.

Ryoma Hoshi (Excitable Drunk)

Ryoma wasn’t a heavy drinker, actually he had never drank an drop of the stuff ever, prison doesn’t allow those sort of luxuries, besides he just didn’t want to ruin his reputation by drinking at about fifteen or some shit.

So... he was old enough, the two of you were going on a date here... he’d was just chugging the stuff considering he wanted to see how it tasted, which was rather gross under further consideration... but what he happened to pick up is that he wasn’t feeling all that woozy... guess he ain’t no light-weight.

But he sure ain’t no god, it takes about three whole damn bottles for the effects to start to shine.

...It takes five whole damn bottles for him to actually feel anything, you kept a close eye on your boyfriend as he put the second bottle down with a huff, wiping at his mouth with a “wew”!

“... That was uh, gross taste, heh.” Ryoma pulled his hat up, his cheeks flush slightly pink as he looked around. “Hey. Hey (S/O) you gorgeous son of a bitch look at me.” As soon as you even give him your attention he fingerguns.

... Ryoma wobbly pulls himself up, he doesn’t look like he’ll trip, honestly somehow he still has his balance as he takes your hand.

“... Oh my god I just had an amazing idea. We should adopt,,, a lot of cats,,, not like,,, any cats,,, but... buuuut like an shop full of them,,, and name each of them something silly...” Ryoma’s eyes sparkle deviously. “... Or... like... like... steal everybody’s cats... so we remain the supreme leaders of feline...”

“... Ryoma... do... do you feel tired? Want to take a nap, as amazing ideas as these sound I don’t think your in the right state of mind for... this.” If you let any of this happen, Ryoma’s going to hate himself in the morning.

“I know what I’m doing... I have a license... gimme a sec...” Ryoma pulls out a piece of paper, writes on it, flips it to reveal in sloppy handwriting: “I knwo wat Im do”

You try to survey his features after writing that, all he does is shoot his fingerguns at you.

...Okat you honestly need to take a few pictures of this to show Ryoma later oh my god he’s wobbling towards the door to bring one of those plans he’s mentioned to full-glory, you locked the door for Ryoma, his drunken brain can’t comprehend how to use a step-ladder. You just go to get him some water...

Kaito Momota (... Tired Drunk)

Kaito wouldn’t drink... much, sure, he would totally forge an certificate to like- well, go to space but that was for a good cause! Stuff like drinking was meant to be done for special events and shit otherwise you might get hooked!

And he didn’t actually mean to get drunk on you! He promised he just... kind of mistook the wine in the fridge as the grape panta, he was thirsty- and really fucking tired! Okay? He didn’t expect when he chugged the whole bottle down for the world to... to... hnnnnnn... what’s the word...?

It took a while for you to notice anything was amiss, Kaito had taken himself out of the room to “go get a drink” then he still never came back, so you went to check on your boyfriend to see if he still hadn’t gotten anything, needed some help.

What you didn’t expect to see was Kaito Momota Luminary of the Stars on the floor looking back up at the ceiling mindlessly, with that bottle of wine held tightly in his hands.

“... D... Doo... yu... think it’d be a bd idea if I trie... tried to take a np here? Jst... slep untl a hangover fcks me the hell up, everything hur ts.”

... Oh god! That’s even more errors than usual, so it’s likely on purpose! Kaito’s DRUNK!

You go to get some water for him in the fridge, Kaito���s still looking at the ceiling talking to himself slightly hushed, you don’t know what he’s thinking but he looks like he’s having an ephiphany about the world.

“Holy... Hly sht (S/O) I jst realized how fuckin... weird that Shuichi’s hair stands up like that... he doesn’t use anything to make it like that so how.”

“... Kaito I don’t think your in the right state of mind to make choices like that...” You offer some water to him, his eyes widen.

“Why... Why is everyone’s hair dyed- Like is it actually dyed? Or is it just natural- how can it be natural tho... unless... oh my god (S/O)... we’re in an anime I can’t believe it.”

“Kaito I think you need an second...”

“No. No I know what I’m sayin- oh my god we’re the main characters in some weird anime (S/O)... that’s the only explanation,,, I have to tell... Tsumugi but my legs won’t work nn nn n n..”

... You just pat his head, Kaito grimaces... he was absolutely wasted so everything he said held no inch of truth in it, you just hoped that soon enough your efforts to help him better bare fruit... So he doesn’t make anymore odd claims like him and his friends are in some “weird anime”!

Winks at the fourth wall.

Rantaro Amami (Immune System Of God)

Rantaro... wasn’t a drinker... well besides those really fancy drinks that he usually saw when you both got out, those always looked like a magical experience to try out so he usually did buy those but... he’s never actually gotten legitimately “drunk”, it may be because he never drinks too much.

Then there was the time that had asked Rantaro if he had ever gotten in all words actually “drunk” he responded with a shrug: “I guess I do...? Uh, I’m usually in the right state of mind afterwards still... enough to walk...”

... This was a topic which needed much more exploration... so you went out to a bar together, you swore that anything he got was on you... he squinted but still he bought some colorful drinks in funny-looking cups, peering towards you while he did...

...

He wasn’t actually drunk even after drinking quite a bit, what is this man, how is his immune system keeping him awake? Rantaro chuckles... “Yeah, I think that’s enough for tonight.. come on let’s go home.”

You either failed or this task is just impossible, you take the hand he offers you and walk outside with him... the only noticeable effect are the times he almost bumps into the wall but other than that... nothing...

He knows how to hold his liquor...

Gonta Gokuhara (Clumsy Drunk)

This was Kokichi’s fault, that’s all you know... he offered something for Gonta, that’s what he told you when he gave you back a stumbling crying boyfriend.

“... How did you even get him to drink this- oh my god! Gonta- baby please go lay down on the couch...” You led Gonta to the couch to sit down, he sobbed loudly into the pillow almost falling off, you gave a harsh glare to the Supreme Leader who chuckled at your displeasure.

“I told him it was “Respect Women Juice! TM! Yeah he really just drank it without an inch of hesitance...! Then he fell over drunk, it was hilarious till I had to actually bring him here.”

Gonta let out another loud sob as he fell over off the couch onto the floor, crying about how “Gonta caaaan’t see...!!!”

“You... are one screwed up... mess of a person Kokichi Ouma...” Pushing Gonta back onto the couch you tried to reassure him everything was alright, Kokichi grinned at you putting both of his hands behind the of his head.

“Oh I know... I know really quite well! Good luck dealing with him!”

Kokichi left the two of you alone together, you just let Gonta cry against you about how everything felt so weird... offering some water and some hugs, you’ll get revenge at Kokichi for this... you swear to it.

Kokichi Ouma (Angry Drunk)

... How... Who the hell had enough of your boyfriend to go and make him chug down so much alchohol he got drunk, god knows, but he was now... here... and slurring about some criticisms you didn’t know he had...

“Like... (S/O) it’s so stupid... instead of like... liiiike... getting mad at me when I insult her she usually gets off on it... it’s so gross,,, like how horny can somebody be (S/O)? How HORNY can you be?”

“... Kokichi... do you need a...” Despite how you tried to chime in he always cut you off, with a half-awake grumble...

“No... No let me say this... Hiiiii... iii... so... so what the hell is with Kaito’s sense of logic....? I know, know for a fact he CAN be stupid enough to literally TRUST everybody he meets, like even if there’s hard proof that their an asshole he’s STILL by their side... what the FUCK.”

“Are you talking about Maki?”

“SHE LITERALLY CHOKED ME ONCE YES, Y ES I MEAN MAKI...!” Kokichi touches his neck, rubbing at it. “Honestly... Maki is such a damn... damn jerk... seriously... she’s made “do you want to die” her punchline to almost any jokes she makes, we get it, your edgy as hell!”

While Kokichi grumbled the both of you didn’t notice the door quietly open up... nor did you notice it until their footsteps were in the right range for you to notice them...

Maki trails into the room with an sweating Kaito Momota by her side, she held a card in her hand with the words: “sorry for making you chug beer” in a rather sloppy handwriting...

“... Makiroll, don’t do this...-“ The astronaut tried to stop the caregiver but it was too late, she was already sprinting towards Kokichi to land a finishing blow...!

“FINLAND!”

[To be continued (But not really)]

Korekiyo Shinguuji (Beutifial,,, ohbnn)

How did he actually... get like this, well you honestly swear to god you don’t know, he just appeared at your doorstep muttering about how beautiful humanity was... in so much typos it was almost impossible to decipher a word of what he said...

“... Korekiyo do... you want some water?”

“... hdhdbnnkklllllln.” Korekiyo press his head against the pillow lethargically, he groaned afterwords grasping at his stomach.

“... Is... Is that a yes? A maybe? A... no?”

“... nnnnnnnnnnz.”

“No it is! No it is...”

“Okay! So do you want to um... take a nap?”

“... nbcbxzzz.”

Well. Well you can’t decipher any of this mess, picking yourself up you go to the kitchen to try and take in all that’s happened today...

“... I’ll just get that water anyway...” You pray to whatever god that exists... to please... pleasepleaseplease never have Korekiyo get drunk again.

#mod shuichi #mod shumai #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 x reader #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #kiibo #rantaro amami #ryoma hoshi #kaito momota #korekiyo shinguuji #gonta gokuhara #tw: alcohol

[whereverthemusetakesme]

(x)

Iiiii did this last year and it was fun! And I saw @humming-nerd​  had just done it this year, so I figured it was time for a repeat performance. Not all of my muses celebrate Christmas for reasons of their own... but they all got put through the generator anyway. Under the cut because... long xD

Also ran my new muses through it, too, so... consider this an unofficial introduction to them, I guess! I’ll introduce them for real as soon as I get a few more posts done here ^^

“Pft- are you sure he didn’t look at the wrong list?”

She wasn’t going to question it any further than that; and indeed, Angel’s response was only half-serious, and half joking to cover up the fact that... she really was touched. Someone thought she was a good dog, that she’d improved...

Thank Patch’s influence for that, she guessed.

“SERIOUSLY?!”

Not only was that an incredibly low blow... what had she even done? How was keeping the minions and her sisters AND Gru from getting into too much trouble deserving of a place on the naughty list?

She didn’t want to be that pouty kid who made a scene; but nonetheless, there was still at least a little of that in her attitude as she turned away, folding her arms over her chest as she locked down the fact that she was genuinely hurt by this assessment.

Dumb mall Santa, anyway...

She could only hope he was, at least, kinder to Edith and Agnes than he was to her.

“I guess actually doing what Daddy says and settling into the role of future queen does have its perks, huh?”

After last year... it felt good to hear that, honestly. The youngster had been training hard, throwing her all into her princess lessons even when she didn’t much like it, and learning how to do some good around the Pride Lands; and little moments like this just made the effort all worthwhile.

“I mean, we all know that, right? Don’t we all know that?”

Forget playing this off like it was no big deal; this year, Mabel rather thought, was time to bask in it. Still, the way she was practically glowing betrayed just how much this meant to her, nonetheless.

“PFFFT-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

If this person didn’t know what they were talking about, Cera wasn’t going to correct them. She was just going to roll on the floor laughing at the way she’d benefited from their error in judgement.

“Oh, wow. I guess Felix and Calhoun were really onto something with that whole ‘being nice to each other’ thing, huh?”

Was she going to admit that this was, legitimately, the first time she’d been assessed as being on the nice list? Not a chance... but nonetheless, that was the way it was rolling out.

Who would have thought being nice could actually pay off?

“Hm... not hard to improve on that though, right?”

Sure, last year she’d slipped and landed herself squarely on the naughty list; but that, as far as Zoey was concerned, had been a one-off mistake. Still, it was gratifying to hear that she’d more-than made up for it by now.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah...”

Would a massive roll of her eyes help her case? Probably not; but Vanellope was getting used to this by this point. Christmases came and went, and Santa never quite approved of her... but as she still got a tonne of presents from Ralph and Shank and Felix and Calhoun and whoever else, Vanellope found it hard to actually care enough to change her ways very far.

Besides. She wasn’t actually being bad; if Santa disapproved of harmless teasing and a bit of pranking and mayhem? That was his problem, not hers.

“Now wait just a minute--”

Oh, she wasn’t about to take that lying down. Just because she was generally a soft-spoken lady didn’t mean that Vixey didn’t know how to stand up for herself; and getting spoken of in this way was about where she drew the line.

“I mean, you’ve got some nerve, coming in here like that. Who do you think you are?”

That, and the subject of being hunted down was rather a touchy one for her, for obvious reasons.

“Tch, yeah. I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Had she learned far better than to take this at face value? YEP. As far as Angry cared, this Santa guy couldn’t be trusted any further than any other adult, who ultimately didn’t give a damn about her and Red - and he could just ask Eugene how hard he’d have to work if he wanted to change that impression.

“Fa’ what it’s worth, dose kittens were inta’fearing wit’ official Crusadah business. Someone hadta run dem out of de clubhouse, an’ it fell ta me.”

She wasn’t arguing the point; but at least the whole story could get out there, right? Plus, if it saved any of the younger Manehattan Crusaders from landing on the naughty list themselves for the same reason?

Yeah, she’d take that.

“Oh, that’s no problem. We totally got this, right Stitch?”

Sure she could be a... handful at times, even Lilo knew that. But there was really no doubt in the minds of anyone who knew her that Lilo was essentially a good kid at heart. Keeping her place on the nice list ought to be a snap, surely.

Also, if the grey area was to do with that time she’d set a hair-eating experiment loose in Mertle Edmonds’ bedroom? She totally had a good excuse for that and would be willing to explain it to any Santa who would listen.

The three sisters' reactions were instantaneous, almost synchronised... and completely different.

"Oh, come on! I don’t even know what a stapler is!”

Was it that red thing she’d snatched from Jim Dear’s desk the other week and had been using as a chew toy? How was she supposed to know it had been important?

“Santa doesn’t have the right to judge me, anyway.”

That was not what she either wanted or expected to hear. If she’d got a good result, then sure, Annette would have accepted it. But this?

Perhaps, perhaps her lack of tolerance of the antics some of the other members of her family had weighed against her; but while Annette might do a little bit of quiet self-analysis in private, she wasn’t about to admit anything to anyone else.

“You could at least tell me why.”

What on earth could she have possibly done to earn herself a worse ranking than Scamp? A little bit of a huff was given by the red-collared sister, but no further protest was offered.

“Huh. Really?”

She had hardly made up for everything she’d done in the past... but it seemed, at least, that Santa was actually willing to let that remain in the past this time. And while Terra was certainly surprised, after the way he’d so blatantly called her out last year...

She was also incredibly relieved, too.

Finally, maybe, she could leave Terra dead in the past, where she belonged.

“Still riding that one down, I guess...”

What else was there to say? Santa had promised her that exact same thing last year, too; seemed like he was as good as his word.

And still wasn’t allowed anywhere near Scrooge’s property, so it didn’t actually count for anything at all, for her. But hey, the thought was what mattered, right?

‘Santa’? ‘List’? ‘Watch out’?

It sounded like she’d stumbled across some kind of conspiracy. The little hat-wearing girl’s head tilted, an expression of deepest curiosity worn across her wide-eyed features.

The way the word ‘nice’ was in inverted commas suggested it didn’t mean what it said it meant. Was it actually a hit list?

Was this ‘Santa’ an assassin? Was that why she needed to watch out?

Was she his next target?

The small child gripped her trusty umbrella all the tighter, looking about her. So far, no-one seemed to be sneaking up on her to carry out this deed, and her posture relaxed slightly. Though she didn’t let go of her weapon.

You couldn’t be too careful, right?

#ic #talented [Angel] #brains of the outfit [Margo] #can i still just be me? [Kiara] #coughs up glitter [Mabel] #not afraid of sharptooth [Cera] #stay sweet! [Taffyta] #show me the light [Zoey] #precious president glitch [Vanellope] #natural affection [Vixey] #angry at the world [Angry] #just a bad bad seed [Babs] #nobody gets left behind [Lilo] #three sisters together [Annette Collette & Danielle] #smartest in blue [Annette] #beautiful in red [Collette] #wildest in white [Danielle] #lacking control [Terra] #gonna be an explorer! [Webby] #she came from outer space [Hat Kid] #long post

[thestaffofgrayson]

1-100 for the unusual asks, you meme lord

Mmmmkay so I cant help being sassy but also wanna give a real answer so we gonna do this -> Anything in parenthesis is a real answer everything else is sass central station

1) Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?  Im a dank soundcloud rapper check out my soundcloud at nobodycares540.soundcloud.fuck (I dont really use any of em tbh)

2) is your room messy or clean? *glances over* clean (m e s s y)

3) what color are your eyes? All 16 of em are different colors actually (blue)

4) do you like your name? why? No because its not Jojo (Yes!!! Love the name Perrin gonna be honest)

5) what is your relationship status? *sets status to its complicated* you could say im a bit of a player (deathly single)

6) describe your personality in 3 words or less? Im sorry who? (Described meme lord)

7) what color hair do you have? Minecraft Steve Brown (Ver Ver Pink)

8) what kind of car do you drive? color? No I run like sonic next question (nope fuck driving fuck boulder)

9) where do you shop? Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh (For what Next question)

10) how would you describe your style? Goku Black cosplay (Goku Black cosplay)

11) favorite social media account? The one with the Z U C C (Tumblr fuck snapchat)

12) what size bed do you have?  Uuuummmmmmm my size OBVIOUSLY next questions (Dont know tbh queen maybe?)

13) any siblings? Little shit brother (thats not even a joke)

14) if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?  Why this world fuck you what about mars (uuuuhhhhhh no idea gonna be honest)

15) favorite snapchat filter? Oh man! Love this one altho its not well known what ya gotta do is hit the delete button and when it asks if youre sure say yes :D (they change so often I dont pay attention)

16) favorite makeup brand(s)? Whatever it is Genji uses as eyeliner (dooont wear makeup)

17) how many times a week do you shower? I get clean by rolling around in the snow so maybe like 3 times a year (depends usually once a day with exceptions)

18) favorite tv show? I dont watch tv I AM the tv (The Office or if its Anime then Jojos Bizarre Adventure)

19) shoe size? M Y   S I Z E (size 10)

20) how tall are you?  hOWs ThE wEaTHEr dOwnTHeRe (5′9 - 5′11 somewhere in there)

21) sandals or sneakers? Gadget Shoes (legit those are cool but sneakers)

22) do you go to the gym? I think theeessseeee muscles speak for themselves (nope but I do martial arts)

23) describe your dream date  Killing all mortals and achieving a state beyond that of a god (iiiii dont know I dont really see myself going on a date)

24) how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? Why do YOU wanna know (no really why tho)

25) what color socks are you wearing? Well I’m at home on the sofa playing sonic the hedgehog and typing up responses to an ask on tumblr that about 5 people are gonna see. That being said, Dragon Ball orange. (not wearing em but I have a fuzzy pair of polar bear socks my friend Ana sent me that I love!)

26) how many pillows do you sleep with? Wait what do you mean not everyone sleeps with 25 pillows are they mad? (One for my head, one on each side, smol pillow, pillow pet)

27) do you have a job? what do you do? I am assistant regional manager at a paper supply company named Dunder Mifflin. (Not currently but I’m gonna apply to Gamestop and Costco here soon)

28) how many friends do you have? Toooooooooooooo many I hate mortals (honestly I’m too lazy to try and count rn)

29) whats the worst thing you have ever done? Well I haven’t seen Mulan don’t call the cops (Iiiiiiii’m not sure I guess cheated on my Chinese final freshman year but hey I needed to pass that)

30) whats your favorite candle scent? V o i d  (I dont use candles that much and I shooouuulld)

31) 3 favorite boy names Jo[seph] Jo[estar], Jo[taro Ku]jo, Jo[nathan] Jo[estar]  (uuuuhhhh I like my name so it would be Perrin, Joji, Donovan)

32) 3 favorite girl names Jolyne Kujo there is no 2 and 3 (Jolyne yes I know but I actually really like the name, Perrin is also a girls name so, Milly)

33) favorite actor? Shrek from Shrek the musical (Robert Downey Jr and Chris pratt)

34) favorite actress? Taylor after she sasses me and acts like nothing happened (Millie Bobby Brown)

35) who is your celebrity crush? McCree (Matt Mercer)

36) favorite movie? UM IS THIS A QUESTION LIKE??? OBVIOUSLY THE SHREK AND BEE MOVIE CROSS OVER SHREK B: HONEY AND SWAMPS (I LOVED Black Panther and Thor Ragnarok but Secret Life of Walter Mitty’s stuck with me for a loooong time)

37) do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I don’t read cuz I’m not a NERD (I mean actual books I don’t ask me about it another time but comics I sure do I love the Marvel Civil War storyline)

38) money or brains? They say Money can’t buy happiness but it can buy me more games! Eat that SUCKERS (Honestly brains because then you can be smart which can make you a lot of money. So many more benefits)

39) do you have a nickname? what is it? Perriushium, destroyer of life and bringer of the new age (Pey given to me by my brother when he was still a baby and couldn’t say my name)

40) how many times have you been to the hospital? Enough to be immune to every disease known to man NOW IM UNSTOPABLE MWAHAHA (none for any of my own conditions or injuries but for family stuff about twice)

41) top 10 favorite songs All Star, All Star, All Star, Chum Drum Bedrum, All Star, All Star, All Star, Never gonna give you up, All Star, All Star (Bloody Stream, Sono Chi no Sadame, Flying Battery Zone, Stardust Speedway, Stand Proud, Goku Black theme, Halo theme, The Apparition, Shovel Knight main theme, Hooked on a Feeling)

42) do you take any medications daily? I take a shot of cold hard whiskey when I get up (nope I dont have anything)

43) what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) The largest organ of my body I’ll tell ya that much (I honestly dont know?? Smooth and soft I guess?)

44) what is your biggest fear? The Communists lol jk Communism is the only way (I’m not so sure on this one gonna be honest I do fear something I just cant think of it at the moment)

45) how many kids do you want? I mean I’m a 16 year old teenager in high school with no job and no relationship that being said 5 (NONE EVER NOPE 0 KIDS)

46) whats your go to hair style? Super Saiyan 3 (Idk I just kinda comb it to the left)

47) what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) All Star. Wait fuck wrong quest- (Two floor medium sized house) 

48) who is your role model?  Uuuuuuuuhhhhhh (uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh)

49) what was the last compliment you received? A like on my post we did it guys we hit one like so I’m here making this 1 like special (I was told that everytime my friend see’s my dyed hair it absolutely makes his day :D) 

50) what was the last text you sent? Yeah that’ll be $5000 for the kill nice doing business with you (Maaaannny pictures of Genji Shimada)

51) how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? WHAT SANTA ISNT REAL????!!!!!?!?!?! (It kinda faded over the years my last strands of belief were gone by 12)

52) what is your dream car? Odie’s car from Garfield Kart (The Mach 5 from speed racer there’s a street legal car look it up)

53) opinion on smoking? Jotaro does it so I do it too (PSA: Smoking doesn’t make you cool or look cool you’re just killng your lungs. I won��t try and make you stop as long as you’re aware I don’t want you smoking around me and you understand the consequences)

54) do you go to college? After that SAT I meeeaaaaannnn McDonalds might be hiring (I’m still in High School but I want to)

55) what is your dream job? To stand in a corner for 8 hours with a lamp shade over my head and make a clicking sound every so often (I would like to be able to draw, animate, design and/or play games for a living. Achievement Hunter would be a fantastic job but I doubt that’s happening)

56) would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? I wanna live in a cloud In the sky and abduct people to harvest their DNA and make clones which I can fight to the death with (eh somewhere quiet and disconnected from people tbh)

57) do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? They fetch pretty high prices on eBay you’d be surprised (Nope I dont use them at all I bring my own and take my own)

58) do you have freckles? My face is a giant freckle little known fact (not really thank god I would look real bad with em)

59) do you smile for pictures? *leans in* I’m gonna let ya in on a secret kid. I wait until the photographer is just about to take the picture and then I hold a middle finger over my face to block the proper shot. Do it enough times then they’ll be payin YOU to get the picture done (I do but I only open my mouth slightly)

60) how many pictures do you have on your phone? They’re all of people I’ve killed because they showed me a stale meme dont worry about it (960 exactly and they’re all either memes, fan-art, or my cute friends)

61) have you ever peed in the woods? Ew no I don’t go outdoors thanks (Yep once on a school field trip in which we hiked to the top of a mountain it was fun)

62) do you still watch cartoons? Well I mean SOME ONE spoiled my belief in Santa earlier so I’m a bit too old for that now. I have a boring desk job thanks LAZLO (I do spongebob is really funny to me still and I LOVE the original Teen Titans)

63) do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? McWendy’s next question (I dont eat either so)

64) Favorite dipping sauce? Drip dip dip I’m boutta rip please i want to die (I dont use dipping sauce either call me a heathen all you want)

65) what do you wear to bed? Well I take off the clothes I wore for the day, take off my earring, ring, necklace, eyes, hair, 3 layers of skin, and call it a night (Pajamas mostly and sometimes sweatpants)

66) have you ever won a spelling bee? *Obligatory Bee Movie Joke* (I’ve never even heard of a spelling bee in any of the schools I’ve been to)

67) what are your hobbies? Well I like to kill all mortals #ZamasuWasRight  (I enjoy martial arts, drawing, video games, game design, and walking around my house with nothing to do)

68) can you draw? UH BOI YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ART IS UNTIL YOUVE SEEN A SHITTY JOJO DRAWING OF MINE (I mean yeah but not well)

69) do you play an instrument? Electric Triangle (Actually, I play the Violin but not super well)

70) what was the last concert you saw? SORRY WHAT I CANT HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF THE CONCERT (I’ve never been to one that seems like the opposite of fun for me personally I hate hyper loud music, people, and crowds)

71) tea or coffee? Coftea next question (tea. I don’t drink caffeine if i can help it)

72) Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? I need my sugar sonic rings (Again, Don’t drink caffeine)

73) do you want to get married? I’m already getting married. MARRIED TO THE LIFE OF CRIME THAT IS UP TOP (I mean I would like to one day)

74) what is your crush’s first and last initial? My  Self (I don’t have anyone I’m crushing on)

75) are you going to change your last name when you get married? What’s crimes last name? Smigglesworth? (If my partners last name is something with an S cuz then I can be PJS)

76) what color looks best on you? You know the color mario turns when he uses the super star? T-that (Pink and Black)

77) do you miss anyone right now? PPFFFFFT NOOOOO WHATS A FEEL *CRIES* THOSE ARENT TEARS ITS JUST SWEAT IVE ANSWERED A LOT OF QUESTIONS OKAY (I miss all my internet friends :(  *cries*)

78) do you sleep with your door open or closed? It is neither open nor closed it is in a hyper dimensional state between open and closed in which no mortal can enter or exit but also cannot be blocked from passage (clooossed because otherwise the cats are gonna kill my fish)

79) do you believe in ghosts? I mean how else would I make a long and successful career as a ghost buster (I do!)

80) what is your biggest pet peeve? My pet, Peeve! Biggest one I know! (depends on for what tbh the other day a guest speaker was talking to the class and this kid was playing music in his headphones really really loud and it pissed me off)

81) last person you called? Called what? Called them a nerd? A good bean? A meme? MAKE MORE SENSE YOU ******* **** *** ******** (Well according to my phone, the name listed is “Mom”)

82) favorite ice cream flavor? I’ll ice your cream if you’re not careful (Vanilla with chocolate syrup mixed together is hella everyone GO TRY IT)

83) regular oreos or golden oreos? The fuck is a golden oreo?? (No seriously, what the actual is a golden oreo)

84) chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? *mario invincible star song plays as I flash color and dash down rainbow road* I’ll have to think about it (rainboooowww!)

85) what shirt are you wearing? Well I…. You see… The thing is…. excuse me for one second (yeah I can’t think of sass to this one but my favorite shirt! Sonic mania that my friend Tasha bought for me and I love it!!!)

86) what is your phone background?  RYUJIN NO KEN WO KURAE!! “What do you think of this color? Is it not beautiful?” If you dont know those HOW DARE YOU LEARN THEM AND WE ARE WATCHING DRAGON BALL (Genji lock screen and Goku Black home screen)

87) are you outgoing or shy? Does THIS answer your question >:D (Outgoing when I want to be, but I’m antisocial so it’s like I CAN be outgoing and personable but it’s highly on my terms ya feel?)

88) do you like it when people play with your hair? My hair is a pride to my race the Saiyans hair is a sacred thing I will advise you not to touch it (YYYEEESSSS I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT BUT THAT HARDLY EVER HAPPENS)

89) do you like your neighbors?  …..the what? Never heard of it before is that a type of appliance? (I mean they’re chill we don’t interact a lot which I’m cool with)

90) do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? Nothin can cure this ugly face fest of spring 2018 (I use face wash when I shower which is typically right after school not sure why it matters but there ya go :V)

91) have you ever been high? “I’m high on LIFE maaaannn” -Incorrect Shaggy quotes (N o p e  never have don’t plan on it)

92) have you ever been drunk? shots ShotS SHOTS SHOTSSHOTSHOTS (nope but I will one day maybe in College years)

93) last thing you ate? The shattering realization that my friends will keep saying OWO to me every chance they get (Pancakes! asked for french toast but I loooove the breakfast food so no complaints)

94) favorite lyrics right now someBODY Once Told Me The World Is Gonna Roll Me… (The lyrics to Bloody Stream dude it’s a  g r e a t  op)

95) summer or winter? Sorry I’m on Mars weather its ZXAR right now (eeehhhh winter cuz then I have an excuse to be inside and it’s also the ski season)

96) day or night? I am the darkness. I am the night. I am BATMAN (Night honestly I’m a fan of the darkness)

97) dark, milk, or white chocolate? Plllleeeeaaase its like asking if you’re heart is pure of evil or not. Dark Chocolate is a sin (Milk chocolate is the best chocolate fight me on that)

98) favorite month? See, some may argue for their birthday months, christmas, new beginnings to the year, but I say there’s only ONE spooky time :3 (Altho I’m one of the fools that’s gonna have to go with March because it usually has my favorite kind of weather for where I live)

99) what is your zodiac sign  I refuse to go by Zodiac signs until Ted Cruz is proven to be the Zodiac Kill————–”OLD MEME ALERT THIS IS THE MEME POLICE”   “I AINT GOIN BACK TO JAIL”  (Cancer! I wear a necklace of my sign all the time fun fact for ya)

100) who was the last person you cried in front of?  Me after writing all these (Don’t know actually I try not to cry in front of people ever)

#Perrin answers #Thanks for the ask! #About me

[thebibliosphere]

WISE MOTHER OF TUMBLRS, A QUESTION! A friend of mine is expecting her first child, henceforth known as the tater, and was looking into getting a Saje aromtherapy diffuser, the Aroma Fairy, for said tater, to use as part of the bedtime routine, she's had good results with Saje for herself. Do you have any pro-tips, things to avoid, or general OH GOD, NO DON'Ts for her? She wants to make sure she's not doing anything dangerous. Many thanks, and also I must try the salty bread now!

Iiiii, am always unhappy about letting essential oils anywhere near baby, even if it’s in an air diffuser. The reason being their little airways are so much more readily irritated than our own, and some oils (particularly anything in the menthol family) can cause respiratory distress and even death in infants if paralysis sets in. In fact I wouldn’t actually let any essential oils near a child under the age of ten because they are still at risk from severe respiratory distress (not to mention possible chemical burns or gradual skin sensitivity from over exposure), regardless of whether they have an acute allergy or not. I had a friend who lost her seven year old daughter to a home made menthol rub. Poor mite suffocated to death in her arms on route to the hospital. And this was a friend who was a qualified aromatherapist. She just…didn’t think it would ever happen to her…

I also have a midwife/nurse friend who won’t even let children under the age of ten use vicks vapor rub because there’s no proof it actually works (menthol doesn’t actually open your airways, it just makes everything go pleasantly tingly and numb so it feels like relief. clean steam is much better), and also the camphor issue. Small hands and feet have a habit of getting into mouths and you don’t want the kiddywinks to accidentally ingest any of that.

If she wants to make baby’s room soft and soothing? I recommend mood lights as part of bedtime, heck salt rock lamps, for all I can make fun of them at times, are actually marvelous for creating a soft ambient light that is very conductive to sleeping. If she really has her heart set on scents? Sachets of fresh lavender are easy to come by, very easy to make and safe to have around baby so long as it’s effectively sealed (also makes a fun crinkly sound when squeezed). You can also throw them into the dryer or into clothes drawers to scent clothing and give them a soft soothing scent.

So uhm, this might not be what she is wanting to hear, but as a semi-professional with professional friends who have endured tragedy despite knowing what they were doing? Keep essential oils out of tater’s immediate space. If they are going to use essential oils in the home, make sure it’s in the largest, best ventilated space in the house, and never more than for twenty minutes at a time. I also prefer water/steam diffusers above others, keeps the air moist and also keeps the oils safely diluted.

I hope that was helpful, best of luck to your friend and their new wee tater

#essential oils #children #butlerbookbinding #tw: child death

[michieyong]

Reconciliation of The Hearts

Hi there! Lately I’ve been in a slump, I couldn’t draw anything so I tried to wrote something. It’s been awhile since I last written and fanfic, so I tried to wrote one. For better mood while reading please listen to this song here . Sorry if my English is bad but I tried my best! 

[Chapter 2]

Pairings: RubyLeah, KananMari, DiaSarah, YohaRiko, YohaMaru

Chapter 1: It’s been 4 years

Old Abandon School Building

Hanamaru is the first one to arrive at the old abandon school building. ‘Uranohoshi Girls High School’ Hanamaru reads out the school sign with a sigh ‘It’s been so long’ she sighs again.  

‘Hanamaru-chan!’ a red hair girl comes running toward Hanamaru with a big grin on her face. Hanamaru turn to her with a soft smile on her lips. It’s been awhile since they graduated from high school. Kurosawa Ruby her best friend moved to Hokkaido after she was accepted into Hokkaido University, they haven’t seen each other for the past 2 years.

‘Ruby-chan! It’s been awhile!’ Hanamaru said while hugging her best friend. Today was the reunion day for all the ex-members of Aqours. After graduation, most of them took their own path. Kanan and Mari moved to America and currently taking their Master Degree, Dia who graduated from Kyoto University had return back to Numazu and taking over the Kurosawa Business as the head of the Family. Chika is currently in an Idol group, You is a marine biologist, Riko is a renown pianist now. Hanamaru decided not to enrol into any university and stay back at Numazu City to take care of her family shrine. Yoshiko is the only member of Aqours that Hanamaru had lost contact with, she has no idea where Yoshiko is and what is she doing right now. Hanamaru looked forward to the reunion, but at the same time she is reluctant to join.

‘Neh Hanamaru-chan’ Ruby’s voice brought Hanamaru back to her sense.

‘What is it Ruby-chan?’

Ruby looked at Hanamaru with a pained expression, but she quickly shook it off her face and smiles at Hanamaru ‘You have move on right?’

Hanamaru knew very well the answer to that question. She can lie to Ruby but she can’t lie to her heart. She smiles and took a deep breath before she answer Ruby ‘Yeah, I’ve move on’

‘Glad to hear that.’ Ruby sigh in relieve.

‘Oi, Ruby…’ a husky voice called out in a distance, the voice sound very familiar yet so unfamiliar to Hanamaru.

‘Ah! Leah-chan!’

Hanamaru stood there as she watches her best friend running toward the purple hair girl and she linked their arms together. Kazuno Leah turns red when Ruby introduces her to Hanamaru as Ruby’s girlfriend. The news did not surprise Hanamaru at all because she knew there was something between them ever since their collaboration with the saint snow in the past. Hanamaru smiles softly and congratulate them. Ruby explained to Hanamaru that she tagged Leah along because she wants to get her sister’s blessing, but she’s worried that Dia might flipped on them. Hanamaru gently tapped on Ruby’s hand and told her that everything will be okay because Dia loves Ruby more than anything and she definitely wants Ruby to be happy.

‘Shiiiinyyyyyy~~~’ a high pitched voice broke the touching moment among the 3 girls.

‘Mari! Don’t walk too fast! What if you slipped?’

‘Oh, Kanan you’re worried too much about me, I’m an adult now, I can take care of myself!’

‘Yes you can, but it’s not just you now you know, you have to take care of our baby too’ Kanan exclaims.

‘Ah yes yes my dear, it seems like our baby is more important than me huh?’ Mari pouted at Kanan’s remark.

Kanan sighs at her girlfriend’s antics, Mari had been very sensitive lately that she is pregnant with their child. ‘I love both of you and you know that, come on Mari, the others are waiting for us.’ Kanan took Mari’s hand and leads her toward where Hanamaru and Ruby are.

Ruby face lightened up when she saw Mari’s baby bump ‘Mari chan you’re pregnant?!!’

‘Oh yes Ruby, thanks to this idiot over here, I am pregnant, my feet are swollen, my back is aching and my boobs they-‘ Mari couldn’t finish her sentences as Kanan cover her mouth to stop her from revealing too much’

‘Stop it Mari…the kids are here’

‘Kids?? Kanan….they are in their 20s! They are grown up and they should know the terror of pregnancy!’

Kanan face palm herself and look at Hanamaru, Ruby and Leah with an apologetic looks.

‘Ara~ra~ra what a commotion do we have here’

Everyone head turn to the voice owner and there stood the heir of the Kurosawa family with her arm crossed.

‘Onee-chan!’

‘Dia!’ Kanan and Mari said in unison.

Hanamaru just nodded at Dia with a smile

Leah stood frozen at her girlfriend’s sister appearance, but her eyes squint when there was another girl appear from behind Dia.

‘ONEE-SAMA?!!’ Leah exclaims loudly.

‘EH?!!’ Everyone was surprised to see Kazuno Sarah was there with Dia.

‘Hi~~’ Sarah greet sheepishly.

‘What are you doing here?!’ Leah pointed at her older sister.

‘Well, what are you doing here too Leah?’ Sarah questioned her younger sister back.

‘I…IIIII, I’M HERE TO ASK FOR RUBY’S HAND IN MARRIAGE!’

‘EHhh?!!!!!’ Ruby was shocked at the sudden confession.

‘Nani?!!! How dare you with my Ruby?!!!’ Dia fired back at Leah

‘Now now dear…’ Sarah tried to calm Dia down.

‘Wait a minute…’ Kanan steps up between the Kazuno and Kurosawa sisters ‘Dia…is she’s the one that you told us in the group chat? You’re marrying Kazuno Sarah?’

Dia looked down at her feet embarrassed and shyly nods her head.

‘But one-chan, hhhhhhow? If if you marry Sarah-san…that that would make Sarah-san my sister in law…and and…Leah will be my sister in law too…’ Ruby asked in tears.

‘I don’t see any problem if you want to marry my sister despite that I married your sister Ruby-chan’ Sarah said while patting Ruby on the head ‘There are no laws saying that in laws can’t get married, unless you have blood ties.’

‘Okay that one is clear, but how did you and Dia…met?’ Mari cut through Sarah and Ruby’s conversation.

‘I believe you know how we met Mari-san.’ Sarah answered with a smile.

‘Wha…no I mean, how did you two…’

‘Fell in love you mean?’ Sarah corrected Mari.

Mari was dumbfounded but she nods anyway.

‘It was our family arrangement…’ Dia finally speaks up after gather her courage after being embarrassed in front of her friends and sister ‘Our family arranged our marriage, at first I was against it, but when I learnt that I was to be married to Sarah-san, I agreed to the arrangement.’

Sarah glazes at Dia with a smile on her face. She reached out for Dia’s hand and holds it tightly ‘I know we have not known each other for a long time nor have we being interacting a lot during our love live past, and I know this is so sudden, but I promised I will take care of Dia with all my heart and life…’

Dia’s face heated up when she heard those words ‘Sssstop it! You’re embarrassing me!’

Everyone laugh at Dia’s reaction, their laughter was later joined by Chika and You who just arrived. Hanamaru is enjoying herself, with all of her friends around her, but there was something missing. A certain person is missing. They moved from the school front gate to their old club rooms and Chika could not stop crying when they reminiscent their memories as the school idols. Hanamaru excuses herself from the group telling them that she wanted to visit the library, Ruby offered to accompany her, but Hanamaru decline, saying that Ruby have a lot of thing that she needs to catch up with Dia and so she went alone.

On her way to the library, she made a few stops at some places that she shared the memories with her friends. Some of the memories are happy ones, some are sad, it made she giggled when she remembers all those moments. Just as she almost reaches the library, a red hair girl greeted her.

‘Hi there Hanamaru-chan, how have you been?’ the girl asked with an awkward smile on her face.

Hanamaru was not happy to see her, this is the situation that she wanted to avoid, but she knew that the more she avoided her, the more pain she will be in. She made up her mind the night before the reunion. She needs to resolve the conflict between her and Riko.

‘Why are you here Riko? Shouldn’t you be joining the others at the club room?’

Riko was scared, Hanamaru was expressionless and this wasn’t the Hanamaru that she used to know.

‘Because…I wanted to see you privately…it would be awkward to talk to you in front of the others…and I know you will come to the library so I…’

‘Riko…’ Hanamaru hold up her hand, signalling Riko to stop talking.

‘I don’t want to talk about it…and I don’t even want to remember it. I have move on from that day and I’m trying my best to forget what you did to me’

‘I didn’t mean to do those things to you Hanamaru-chan!’ Riko pleads in tears ‘Those were my mistake I admit it, but please don’t punish Yoshiko for it.’

‘Who is the one that being punish right now?’ Hanamaru retaliate in tears, all of those emotion that she had been bottled up finally exploded ‘Was it Yoshiko? Or was it me?!’

Riko was taken aback at Hanamaru’s retaliation. She had no idea that what she did in the past would cause the petite girl so much pain.

‘Do you know how much pain that I was in? How many sleepless night that I have to go through? The one that I love betrayed me…I lost my precious baby because of you and Yoshiko!’

Riko was surprised at that fact ‘Hanamaru…you were…pregnant at that time?’ she gasped.

‘I was in my 4th month of pregnancy…how can I forgive someone who so merciless, who killed her own child over her mistress?’ Hanamaru finally speak up her mind and glare at Riko.

‘I…I didn’t know that…I’m…I’m sorry Hanamaru…I really…’

‘Well now you know can you bring back my child to me?’

‘….’

‘You can’t right? Of course you can’t bring back the dead to life…’ Hanamaru scoffs.

‘If there’s…’

‘No, there’s nothing that you can do to help me, just please stay away from me…I can’t stand to see your face around me.’

‘Hanamaru…I really want us to go back to how we used to be…I want to be your friend again!’ Riko plead again.

‘A friend won’t try to steal a friend’s lover Riko…’ Hanamaru said bitterly.

‘Please Hanamaru…you’re the only person that Yoshiko loved! I..I was a foolish person, yes I did love Yoshiko, and I’ll admit that I did try to steal her away from you, but it didn’t work, what happened that night was all my fault, I told her that if she agreed to it, I won’t bother both her anymore so she agreed. But right after she broke up with you, we did went out together, we live together, but I know I can’t have her heart because she loves you, even until now. She still loves you. We’ve broken up a year ago…’

‘I don’t want to know what happened between you two, nor to know what is she doing now.’

‘Don’t be so toxic Hanamaru! It was a one night stand!! If you didn’t get so angry at us that night, you wouldn’t lost your baby or Yoshiko!!’ Riko gasped right after she said those words, she can’t believe that those words escape from her mouth.

‘…which fiancée doesn’t get angry to find out that her soon to be wife is cheating on her the night before their wedding?’ Hanamaru asked in tears. ‘Seeing you two naked under the sheet weren’t the reason why I was angry, but she defended you like it was my fault that she slept with you was what hurt me the most…’

‘Hanamaru…’

‘What hurt me more was when she slapped me and push me away when I tried to confront you…and asked if you were okay when I slapped you…and when we both were falling down the stairs, she saved you first before she save me…but it was too late at that time…’

‘Hanamaru-chan…if she knows that you were pregnant with her child at that time she wouldn’t…’

‘If she really loves me, she wouldn’t agree to sleep with you that night Riko…’ Hanamaru cut Riko before she could finish her sentences.

‘Tell her I’m happy now, and you too should be happy with whomever that you’re with now…I have found peace in my father’s temple…’ Hanamaru said calmly.

‘But Yoshiko needs you right now Hanamaru…that is why I came to talk to you privately, aside from apologizing.’ Riko took a deep breath before telling Hanamaru the bad news ‘She is dying Hanamaru…when you two broke up…she started to smoke…and drink a lot…she is dying and her only one wish is to see you again and apologize to you…’

Hanamaru was calm and she was quiet, no words escape from her mouth. The silence was deadening until Hanamaru turns and walk away from Riko. Riko tried to calls out to Hanamaru but she can’t, somehow she felt like she only going to make things worse between her and Hanamaru if she tried to convince her again.

At The Club Room

‘And so, there was this girl in my idol group and she was so cute!! But too bad she’s still a minor!’

‘Chika you pervert!!’ You laughed and smack Chika on the shoulder.

The club room door rattle and Riko greeted everyone ‘Oh! Riko-chan! Would you be my girlfriend?’ Chika exclaims while hugging Riko.

‘Chika-chan~ you smell like beers!’ Riko was disgusted by the strong smells of alcohol on Chika ‘You guys have been drinking?’ Riko asked while putting down her coat on the table next to her.

‘Yeah! Well it’s been 6 years since we last met, so we gonna drinks and celebrate this reunion huh!’ You cheered with her fist pumped up in the air. Riko smiles, she wished that Hanamaru and Yoshiko were here to, how she wished that she didn’t do the foolish things 4 years ago, things would have been different if she didn’t let her feelings take over her consciences.

‘Riko-chan’ Kanan calls out to the red hair ‘Hmm?’ Riko answer while taking a sip of her beer that You have poured for her.

‘Have you seen Hanamaru? She’s been away for too long…’

‘I…I saw her at the library earlier…’ Riko lied.

‘Eh? It must been hard on her that her engagement with Yoshiko got cancelled on the last minute and now she had to face Yoshiko again after 4 years…’ Mari chipped in.

‘Mari!’ Kanan tried to shush her.

‘What?’ Mari asked while glaring at Kanan.

‘I’m sorry for Mari’s behaviour Riko,he had been under the weather lately…’ Kanan apologizes.

Noticing Mari’s baby bump Riko smiles at Kanan and gives her a thumbs up. Kanan’s face turns red at Riko’s action but she thanks Riko anyway.

School’s Rooftop

Hanamaru stare into the emptiness, her heart is empty, her mind is empty, after what Riko told her, she had a debate with her inner self. Her heart said no, but her mind said yes, she should forgive Yoshiko. She holds no grudge against Riko, for she wasn’t the real reason why she lost her baby. It was her own fault that she lost her baby, just like what Riko had said. If she could control her anger better 4 years ago, both of them won’t fall down the stairs and she won’t lose her baby too.  She stares blankly at the orange sky, tears began to stream down her face. She admits to herself that she still loves the raven hair girl, even till now. She has always loved her since their kindergarten years.

‘Yoshiko-chan’ Hanamaru murmurs in tears. She took out her phone from her pockets and texted Ruby, telling her that she had somewhere else to go, and asked Ruby to apologize on her behalf.

Hospital

Yoshiko hated the hospital, she always hated it since she was a toddler. She sighed when the nurse came in to her room to check up on her ‘How is it Ms Tsushima? Feeling any better?’

Yoshiko smirks and answered the nurse ‘I feels better! To know that you could die anytime soon, no other feelings can top this kind of excitement! Hahahahaha’

‘You’re insane, zura…’ a voice that Yoshiko hasn’t heard for 4 years greeted her.

‘Zuu..Zuramaru?!!’ Yoshiko surprised but at the same time she is happy to see Hanamaru standing in front of her.

‘Excuse me miss, but the visiting hour is over…’ the nurse admonished Hanamaru for coming at non visiting hour.

‘She’s my family member, she can stay.’ Yoshiko affirms with the nurse. The nurse bow to apologizes and quietly leave the room.

Yoshiko was happy to see Hanamaru, but Hanamaru has this stoic look on her face and she was not amused to see Yoshiko at all.

‘Here I thought you were dying, and seems like Riko got the wrong information as you look healthy as a horse zura.’ Hanamaru said with a stoic face.

Yoshiko smiles turns to a frown, she sits on her bed, look at Hanamaru with sadness in her eyes ‘So…you have talked to Riko huh?’

‘Correction, it was Riko who talked to me.’ Hanamaru corrected Yoshiko.

‘It doesn’t matter who talked to who, I’m glad that you’re willing to come and meet me again after what happened.’ Said Yoshiko sadness in her tone, she can feels lumps are gather in her throats as she tried to harvest her courage to look at Hanamaru in the eyes once again.

‘I…’

‘Riko had told me everything…’ Hanamaru managed to cut Yoshiko’s sentence short.

‘She did huh?’

‘Yes…the rest of the Aqours said they missed you.’

‘Ah yes…the reunion was yesterday…how was it?’

‘Everyone was happy, Mari and Kanan are getting married, Dia is engaged to Sarah, Ruby is getting engage to Leah…Chika is currently dating one of her idol group member, You-chan is being promoted…’

‘How about Riko?’ Yoshiko asked.

‘So you still worried about Riko? Why didn’t you asked how about me? Why did you have to asked how is Riko?’

‘Zuramaru, it’s not…I…’ Yoshiko sighed and tried to ask again ‘How about you?’

‘Riko is currently dating her conductor…’

‘Oh…’ was the only thing that escapes Yoshiko’s mouth.

The two of them kept silence until gesture Hanamaru to sit next to her on the hospital bed. Hanamaru complies with Yoshiko order, but she keeps a distance between them.

‘Zuramaru…I know that you still harbour hatred toward me after what happened that night…before…before we started dating…during high school, I’ve always have crushes on Riko…I’ll be honest with you. The reason why I started to date you is because I want to get away from Riko. I want to get rid of my feelings toward her.’

Hanamaru was about to get up from the bed but Yoshiko held onto her hand ‘But I end up falling in love with you.’

‘That night…it was a mistake, it is, but I didn’t touch her. I swear! I should have make things clear to you before we broke up…Yes I did agree to have sex with her, but when we kissed, all that I could see was your face. I pulled out the last minute. I told her I couldn’t go on. But that moment you came in and things turn out wrong. I defended Riko because it wasn’t her fault, it was mine. I was the one who agree to her suggestion even though I know the next day I’m gonna get married to you. When you broke off the engagement, I was devastated, I was depressed. I tried to suicide, but Riko was there to stop me. I agree to go on a date with her, because I thought I can fill the empty void in my heart. But I was wrong…no matter how hard Riko tried to fill the void, she couldn’t make me feels like the way I do when I’m with you. I regret that I couldn’t be honest with you Zuramaru…and I regret that I put Riko through so much suffering too…’

Hanamaru was silent after hearing what Yoshiko had to say. She gets up from the bed, yanking her wrist from Yoshiko’s grasp and heading toward the door.

‘You’re leaving?’ Yoshiko asked and her voice cracked.

‘Yoshiko-chan…can you leave the hospital for 1 day? I want to bring you to a place.’

‘…I think I can arrange it with my doctor…’

‘Good…here’ Hanamaru rummage through her bag and handed Yoshiko a piece of paper ‘Meet me at this place tomorrow evening 6pm.’

Yoshiko nodded and Hanamaru left the room, leaving Yoshiko yearning for her more.

To be continue…

#yohamaru #yohariko #yoshimaru #kananmari #diasarah #rubyleah #yoshiko tsushima #kunikida hanamaru #riko sakurauchi #matsuura kanan #mari ohara #ruby kurosawa #dia kurosawa #kazuno leah #kazuno sarah #chika takami #watanabe you #love live sunshine!! #llss #fanfiction #it's been a while

[phansb]

the blue sun

Inspired by one of Dan’s 2010 tweets, and the lack of 2010 date fanfics.

TW; Homophobia (slight, like 0.5 seconds), F slur, Swearing (because Dan)

Word count: 12k, apparently (imagine shutting up)

[Btw i lowkey wrote + edited this at 6am on no sleep and i deadass havent wrote anything in 3 years so this is probably shit but oh well. Also yes this was sponsered by Dixy Chicken #AD. i did far more reserch on some random resturant in manchester’s menu than i ever truely wanted too.]

//quotes from phil: “your skin looks nice under the blue sun” (sky)

i.

As he walks through Platt Fields Park, Dan wonders. He and Phil have been together for half a year. Everything is still so new, so uncertain. But comfortable. And wanted, needed. It was a foreign feeling. In past relationships he would have never traveled 300+ miles just to walk in a park beside someone, but this is different. Feeling Phils shoulder rub loosely against his own in pleasant silence, it’s the happiest he’s been in far too long. “Nice weather today, huh?” He stiffles a snort-laugh. “Really? We’ve only been dating for seven months and you’ve already resorted to talking about the weather? Am I that boring?” Phil smiles at him fondly. “Not boring, but it is nice out today.” It is. It’s late May and the sky is a clear, soft blue. The clouds are milky, and the grass is a sweet green. “Not as pretty as you.” Dan is glad they’re still in ‘the honeymoon stage’. A time where he can say things like this with no fear or reprocussions. New. “I said it was nice out, not pretty. You dork!” Now he snort-laughs.  "You’re nice too!“ They both ascend into giggles for a moment, before the air turns back to peaceful silence. And he was right. It is new. But comfortable. "How about we head towards the pond?” “Okay.”

ii. 

They lay in the grass, in more comfortable silence. But a worry fills Dan’s head. Soon he’ll be headed home, far from Phil. It worries him, how much time they spend doing nothing. Playing video games or watching movies, afternoons in the park. There will be plently of time for nothing later, whenever later is. “Should we do something?” “Do what?” Phil raises an eyebrow at him. His eyebrows brownish-red against his night black hair. Very expressive eyebrows. Nice, gentle, thin. He never thought he could find so much to love about someones eyebrows. “I dunno, something. It feels like we’re wasting time.” “We’re always wasting time, Dan.” “But we’re just lying here.” “Together.” And that shuts him up. Because truthfully, no matter what it is, as long as its with Phil, it’s fine. And so it’s fine.

iii.

After, they decide to head to 'Dixy Chicken’, right by the park. It’s a decent place. And although Dan has never been one for cheap fast food, it’s nearby and he’s willing to eat anything at this point. “Two soft drinks, a burger and a chicken dish please.” Phil orders and they sit down. “Can I pay?” Phil asks, although it’s obvious he’ll somehow convince Dan to let him. “You always pay, let me.” “You’re young Dan. I’m a Uni graduate, it’s on me.” “You don’t have a job Phil.” “You have to get home soon too. Your parents would rather you have money. "Phil. It’s seven pounds. I think I can manage.” “But-” “Please.” Phil reluctantly agrees, much to Dans pleasure. Although Dan would never say it, he sometimes feels he’s a burden on Phil. Apart from paying for the train there and back, Phil does everything on his visits. Always pays for the food, buses and movies. And they always stay at his (parents) house. Not to mention the general emotional weight  of Dan as a person. He wants to help more, to pitch in. If he’s gonna spend the rest of his life with this man, he doesn’t want it to be Phil’s job to take care of him. “What are you thinking?” Phil asks. He didn’t realise how long he’d been staring into space for. “Nothing.” “Well, our order is ready, should I-” “I’ll go get it.”

iiii.

Dan wasn’t stupid. Sure, he was young, dumb and in love. But he wasn’t stupid. And he knew that although homophobia had lessened in the past few years alone, it probably wasn’t a great idea for him and Phil to hold hands or kiss in a public place. “Kids could be watching!” “It’s a sin!” “You’ll infect the youth!!!” “Burn in hell, faggots.” It doesn’t feel like a sin, but he’d rather not be shouted at by strangers on such a perfect saturday afternoon. Still, walking around downtown alongside his boyfriend, it felt only natural to be linked in some way besides touching shoulders. He grazed his fingers along Phils knuckles slowly, and Phil looks up at him. Dan glaces at his soft pink lips. Oh how he wishes- So he links his fingers with Phils, silent but confident. Phil looks questioningly at him, and he nods. And so they keep walking, and it’s good.  A few people stare, one man grunts disapprovingly, but good. It’s amazing for him, actually. How could this ever be a sin?

iiiii.

“It’s getting chilly out. Want my jacket?” “Pfft, what are we, sixteen year olds on a second date?” “No, we are eight-teen and twenty-three on our twenty-somethingth date and i’m offering you my jacket because it’s cold. And I don’t want you to get hypothermia.” “From a few late May chills?” But Dan takes the jacket. “It is getting cold, but the sky is still pretty-” “-nice.” They both laugh louder than they probably should in such a public place, for a moment. “I-it’s nice out. The s-ky is nice!” Dan says through gasps. This wouldn’t be so funny a joke to anyone else, and it wasn’t really to them, but it was a fond memory. Phil then cools down, and eyes Dan for a second. Although Dan couldn’t see it in himself, his hair was adorably curling at the tips now. Chocolate brown swirls. His cheeks and nose were red, a few freckles and spots across his cheeks. A soft smile with softer lips, and eyes you could melt in. Everything about him was perfect in Phil’s eyes. “Your skin looks nice under the blue sun,” he says absentmindedly, before turning away. “What?” “It’s pretty.” Replies Phil. Dan’s face flushes lightly, but he asks “What the fuck even is a blue sun Phil?” “A poetic way of saying the sky, my darling.” He does a little bow and smirks. “Who on earth calls the sky 'the blue sun’” Dan asks, through childish giggles. “Me, obviously.” “I’m tweeting that!”

iiiiii.

It’s dark out now, and the two are headed back to Phil’s place via a city bus. “The stars are hard to see from Manchester City, but they’re getting clearer.” Dan notes. “Yeah, I like the night sky.” “It usually reminds me of how big the universe is. And now small and unimportant I am,” Dan says wistfully “but now it just reminds me of you.” “How?” “Its mysterious, and dark. It has so many beautiful parts. Everyone loves it,” He sighs “And it lights up my life.” “Only you could make night-time bus rides through dirty downtown streets romantic, Daniel.” Dan laughs, “But am I wrong? No. Seriously Phil. You’re the light of our lives. Of my life.” “You’re the light of my life too Dan.” Then he thinks. “So if i’m the universe, what does that make you?” “I am but a tiny glowing star in your infinite universe.” “To me, you are my universe.” “Dork.”

//fin.

#phan #phanfiction #dan and phil #daniel howell #amazingphil #we love a writer 😍😍❤ #jk im not a writer i got someone i met on tumblr a month ago to proofread this lol

[miguels-talons]

Robbie's Awakening Part 8

(Hey so I’m gonna probably take a break from writing this for a bit. It’s two more days until school starts so I’m gonna be getting a lot busier. I’ll still try and write it but a new part probably won’t be posted everyday. Sorry guys)

There has been so many new and confusing smells, voices and people all around him and he’s been very confused. If it weren’t for Marvin’s guiding hand then he would have been completely lost. So, when they are finally left alone and are still more than five seconds, Robbie finds great relief in these facts.

He stays standing in the same spot until Marvin guides him to a large and comfortable surface and he can’t stop himself from flipping face first into it. He can just hear Marvin laugh but he’s so tired and hungry. Maybe if he just laid here and closed his eyes he could forget his hungers and other pains…

“You going to sleep, Rob?” Marvin asked him in a soft tone with amusement in it. A hand rubs up and down his spine and even though he can feel some of the bones shifting out of place the touch still is nice and he likes it. He moans quietly, trying to show that he likes the feeling. “Well, alright. You deserve it. I’ll wake you up later.”

And with those words in mind Robbie feels himself drifting, thoughts of the new and smaller flesh from earlier today as well as the other events flooding his mind.

He’ll sort through all of his thoughts later.

When he reopens his eyes the room has dulled reds and he can tell that it’s dark even though he can’t actually see. He pushes up from the bed and begins to panic a little when he doesn’t find Marvin anywhere in the room. He turns himself and quickly gets out of the bed, limping a little because one of his feet doesn’t want to cooperate with him.

“Mmmmaaarrriiinnnn??” He called out as he normally does. He’s in an unfamiliar place and doesn’t remember coming here and he doesn’t know where Marvin, the only guiding light in this confusing world, is at. These thoughts send him into even more of a panic and he can think of nothing else aside from finding Marvin. “Mmmmaaarrrriiinnnn!!”

He runs into a solid object and clenched his fists, lifting them over his head before smashing them down on the surface. There’s a crunching noise and when it doesn’t give he continues this process, slamming his hands down on the surface until it finally breaks and he steps through many pieces of sharp things. He doesn’t even notice when one particularly large piece stabs through his thin and worn shoe and jams itself into the bottom of his foot.

“Robbie!” Said a familiar voice but it isn’t Marvin’s and he growls loudly at the blob now standing in his way. He doesn’t know where he’s going- he just is. He’s hoping he’ll somehow bump into wherever his human went to. “It’s me, Chase, Marvin will be right back okay-”

But Robbie doesn’t care what this “Chase” has to say, even if he does tug at his memories. Marvin is the only thing he cares for right now and he won’t let anything distract him from finding him. He knocks the blob aside and to the floor, snarling at it before continuing on, missing a step and falling forward when the ground suddenly drops off. He goes tumbling down edged ground for a few moments before finally coming to a solid ground and he spits up that warm liquid called blood that had been gathering in his mouth. One of his shoulders feels out of place but again he doesn’t care he only wants to find Marvin.

There’s a scream and the scent of another blob hits his nose. But upon finding it to not be Marvin he pushes thoughts of it aside for now, pushing back up from the ground with some difficulty when his shoulder pops further out of place. He’ll worry about that later.

His head angles upwards when he hears hurried footsteps behind him and can see that the Chase blob is running at him. He snarls loudly at it, baring his teeth and when it gets too close he simply knocks it aside, not caring to deal with it right now.

“Mmmmaaaarrrriiinnn?!” He calls again, losing past the quaking and smaller blob. His foot still drags and his shoulder is hanging down low but he doesn’t care. He needs to find Marvin.

“Kids, go back upstairs,” he heard someone order and then there was the sound of more footsteps but he continues limping forward, beginning to smash a surface that gets in his way. He roars at it and drags his hands down it, saliva flying from between his teeth. “Robbie, please calm down, Marvin is-”

“Maaarrrriiiiinnnn!” He screams now and his voice is so low and scratchy that it is not very loud. It doesn’t travel too far. When he finds the surface in his way to not be breaking, he grunts in frustration and turns from it, stumbling away. His shoulder hits a nearby wall and he nearly loses his footing. The blob once more tries to block him. He bares his teeth and leaps at it, grabbing it and throwing it aside once more. It lets out a noise of surprise as t flies through the air. “Mariiinn!!”

“Robbie!” The blob tries again but he’s still not going to listen to it. He finds a cooler and smoother surface in his way and he can see the bright and dark reds beyond- outside of this place he’s in. Maybe Marvin is somewhere out there. He lifts his hands and smashes them down with all the force he can muster and hears a satisfying smash. The surface crumbled beneath his hands and he staggers out of the now opened area, sharp edges stabbing into his skin and flesh but he doesn’t care. He lands face first on hard and warm ground before pushing up‍ and smelling at the air. “Come back!”

He continues forward, smelling around to try his best to find Marvin. He knocks anything that gets in his way aside, lips drawn back as he snarls continuously. If someone has hurt Marvin-

“Robbie!” It’s a familiar and comforting voice that sounds loud and shocked and he stops in his tracks, turning his body towards the source. The smell of Marvin reaches him and Robbie can feel his lips turning upwards from happiness strangely enough. But the emotions coming from Marvin aren’t shared- he seems shocked and upset with him. Like he almost always is now. He never can seem to do anything right. He had just been looking for him, worried he was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Iiiii…” Robbie groaned and his tongue is having difficulty with the words because they’re not just “Marvin” in a continuous loop. “‘Oooookkkkk…. fffooo’…. ‘ou! Wasssss… worreedddd!” He thinks he got his feelings out in words and now he’s staggering towards the magician because he had missed being near to him. He only feels comfortable when standing near him, of course.

“So you tear apart Chase’s house to look for me?!” Marvin demanded and Robbie finds that to have a simple answer:

“Yyyyeeeessssss…”

“No!” Marvin shouts and Robbie flinches at the volume and tone. He stops in his walking and his shoulders hunch further upwards. Marvin is angry with him again. He messed up again. Just like always. “I was out getting you food,” at the mention of food his mouth is salivating and his head has angled upwards once more, “but I don’t know if I should give it to you, yet. You could have really hurt Chase or his kids, Rob.”

Robbie is silent for a moment, trying to think of words that could describe what his problem had been. But, he can’t think of any that would at all. The only words would be short and not very descriptive but he can’t remember any of the others. But, maybe this would would fit?

“Waassssss…. sssssscaarrrrredd…” he muttered out and he believes he knows what that word means but he isn’t sure. Judging by the waves of guilt now coming from Marvin he’s pretty sure it was correct?

“I’m sorry, Robbie,” Marvin said and slowly walks to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. He can smell the scent of unknown people on his hand. “I should have told you where I was going.”

“Is he calm?” He hears the one called Chase ask behind him and sees Marvin nod. “Okay good. He had us flipping out, man. Kids, you guys can come out now!”

“Sss-…. ssssorrrryyyy,” Robbie ground out because he is now that he’s calmed down and remembered that Chase is a friend.

There’s a moment of silence. “Ah, come on dude, it’s fine,” Chase finally said. “I’ll just need to fix the things you destroyed, but it’s fine, really.”

Robbie grunts and then Marvin is leading him somewhere. “Come on, you need to eat,” he said and as soon as he’s finished speaking Robbie grows excited for a meal.

He’ll try harder to not displease Marvin. He’ll try harder to be a… human again. He thinks he can do it… but does Marvin believe that?

***

So if this part is shorter sorry. I was short on muse lol. But I think I know what I’m doing for the next part(I’ll give a hint: doggos)

Anyway:

@robthezombie-support-squad @magic-marvin-protection-patrol Eeeeyyyyy

@cuckaleks I didn’t forget about you

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5 Times Mitch Wanted To Kiss Jonas and One Time He Did

submitted by: @pasiiphaes

okay, so im relatively new to tumblr and submissions and whatnot, so sorry if this is formatted weirdly or anything!! i’ve been working on this randomly for the past week or two, and it’s finally done :P hopefully it’s enjoyed!!

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I.

It had been raining, yet Jonas had insisted that yes, of course they needed to go out and catch that Gengar, whatever the fuck that was. After around 17 minutes (Mitch had counted each dreadful second, though the smile on Jonas’ face was worth every one.) They rushed into a dingy gas station, an uninterested, acne-infested teen sitting boredly at the counter. Mitch was sure that there had never been anything more soft and beautiful than the moment Jonas had shook his head gently, a few droplets of water flying off his hair. He shivered softly, so of course, Mitch did the only thing he could think of, quickly shrugging off his jacket and shoving it into Jo’s arms. “Go grab a fuckton of food, Spots. And warm up.” He said quickly, hoping the younger boy wouldn’t notice the angry warmth rising to Mitch’s face. And when Jonas smiled at him gratefully, Mitch figured that was the first time he might have actually kissed him.

II.

The second time they were at the cove. “Why do you even like that Carmen bitch?” Mitch had exclaimed loudly, and the soft yellow lights surrounding Jonas had quickly shifted to a much more aggressive red. “Don’t call her that… You don’t know her like I do.” “Spots, she’s just using ya! I dunno how you can’t see that! Are you fucking blind?” He’d spat back angrily, raising his hand in a wide gesture. Only when Jo flinched back, covering his face with his hands and letting out a barely audible whimper did Mitch realize. “Wait, no, Spots, I’m sorry! Fuck, fuck me in the fucking ass I’m sorry!” He said quickly, trying to soften his voice as he rushed over to Jonas and pulled him into his arms. “No, Spots, I was just mad, ya see? I’m sorry, Spots. I’m a fuckup, okay?” “I don’t think you’re a fuckup.” Jonas had replied intently, looking up for a split second before shifting his teary eyes downwards and burying his face in Mitch’s shoulder. He had never wanted to kiss him more, not even that time at the gas station, when he’d felt more helpless and head over heels than ever.

III. 

Technically they weren’t even together the third time. Jonas was with his respective “friends,” Mitch waiting for him against a wall around a hundred feet away. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Joey’s friends. They all hated him, but surely they were doing something right if Joey liked them. He’d never admit it, of course, but part of him was envious. It didn’t take him long to hear the nervous, venom-laced words dropping from Lewis’ mouth. “Dude, are you seriously going with him again? I still think he killed his mom. He could stab you too! And what about his dad?! People don’t go to jail for no reason, Jonas.” Of all the rumors made about him, none of them bothered Mitch more than ones about his mom. His beautiful, trashy, loving mom. Mitch couldn’t even stomach the thought of stabbing her, much less killing her. He was about ready to just roll his eyes and walk away when he heard his Joey retort a bit angrily. “He didn’t kill anyone! That’s just a rumor… You don’t know him the way that I do. I’m going now.” And when Jonas came rushing over to him, he’d done something he rarely did to anyone, unless it was a joke. He hugged Jonas tightly, ruffling his hair and chuckling. “Took ya long enough, Spots.” Jonas laughed softly, and Mitch was seriously thinking about kissing him. He grinned, leaning towards him, maybe to kiss his forehead or the top of his head or something when Jonas looked up. He quickly blew on Jo’s face so his hair would stick up, and the younger boy quickly recoiled and scrunched up his nose. “Aw, Mitch! Your breath is bad!” “Only for you, Spots.”

IIII.

Mitch figured the fourth time hurt him the most. He’d never hated anyone more than he hated Carmen and Neil when it happened. He’d been okay with Carmen, if not uncomfortably jealous, with only an average hatred for Neil. Of course, that had changed when Jonas ran up to him after school, bleary-eyed and smiling weakly at him. Mitch frowned, opening his arms as Jo went to hug him. “Hey, what’s wrong Spots?” Jonas frowned, and hell if Mitch didn’t know that look- whoever hurt him would fucking pay. “Oh, it’s- it’s nothing. Doesn’t matter.” Mitch raised an eyebrow, scowling at Neil as he made eye contact with the boy standing a bit aways. “Spots.” “Look, Mitch, it’s fine! I’m okay, I always am. Neil just shoved me around a little for talking to Carmen. It’s fine, I’m used to it.” That elicited an eyeroll on Mitch’s part, though he looked back to Neil after a moment. “What’d he say to you, Joey?” “What? No, don’t do anything… he just called me a fag and some other stuff, nothing new…” He watched, looking away pointedly as Jonas bit his lip, and he felt a hand on his arm. “Joey, I gotta go.” Mitch drawled for a moment, then quickly stormed over to Neil. He doesn’t remember much of anything, other than Jonas and Javi pulling him off of Neil, and some people recording. And Joey wiping down his lip, looking down as soft red and blue lights floated around them. “Mitch, I… I told you not to! You got suspended, in case you didn’t hear. For a week, I’ll add! Look, I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. I…” Mitch sighed, leaning in some as Joey’s fingers brushed against his lip. Inches- inches apart, and Mitch’s heart was racing faster than it had since he blew up a bounce house and someone called the cops. He instinctively jumped away when he heard the door open, and looked awkwardly at Sidney. “He needs to go, Dean said.” She said pointedly, crossing her arms. “He says he doesn’t want “criminal blood” staining the furniture.“ Mitch nodded as she walked out, then looked at Jonas with a smirk. "Thanks for cleaning me up, Spots. See ya.”

IIIII. 

The last time was Mitch’s personal favorite. They were, of all things, grocery shopping. It wasn’t much of an activity, but any time he could spend with Jonas, he’d take. Even if Jonas did happen to be scolding him. “Mitch, you can’t live off of frozen spaghetti meals! Those have no nutrients, at all! Jesus, no wonder you’re so skinny…” Mitch frowned- was he too skinny? Did Jonas find it unattractive? He wasn’t normally the type to worry about people’s opinions of his body (let him do the judging, thanks.) But this was Jo. His Spots. “Eh, they’re quick and easy! Just like-” “Mitch.” “Okay, okay. Sorry.” He smirked, watching as Jonas piled random food into the cart till it was about the same height as him. “That’s… This is so bad for you! You need to eat healthier! When was the last time you ate anything of substance?! What the heck, man? I-” He grabbed Jonas’ shoulders after a moment, giving him a stern look. “Joey. Shut up.” “You’re going to die if you keep living like this.” Jonas whispered back, and Mitch noticed him blushing at the little space between them at this point. “I’ll be fine.” He mumbled, and he could swear Jonas was leaning in too. He was so close- so, so close to resolving the tension that they had ignored for the past 6 months. He could feel Joey’s breath on his lips, and he could almost-. All of the groceries in the cart came tumbling down, like Mitch’s will to live when Jonas jumped back and let out a yelp. “Oh, uh… Must have put too much in the cart, you know me.” He muttered awkwardly, and Mitch raised an eyebrow though he didn’t comment on it. He let out a soft chuckle, helping Jonas pick up the fallen food and put it back in the cart. “Ya know I’ll probably just get McDonald’s right after we buy all this healthy food, right Spots?” “Yeah. I do.”

IIIIII.

“Mitch?” Jonas piped up, voice soft and hazy with something Mitch couldn’t quite understand. “Eh?” “What is this?” Jonas said softly, and Mitch looked up at Jonas’ phone for a minute, heart dropping. “Fuck, fuck, Joey, you weren’t s'posed to… Shit, no, I don’t fucking…” Words spilled quickly out of his mouth- how could he have been so careless? Jonas had, of all things, looked at his tumblr. Inbox flooded with asks about the younger boy, blog filled with him gushing over him and… Other things. “Fuck, Joey, you said you never wanted to look again! Why did you?” “I don’t-… I don’t know, Mitch, sometimes I worry, and I thought maybe you’d be venting on your tumblr or something!” Mitch bit his lip, running his hands through his hair. “Wait, Spots… You worry?” He questioned gently, glancing up for a moment. “Well, of course! I… You never eat enough, your mom isn’t around right now, you seem really panicked sometimes… I notice these things, Mitch! I notice a lot of these things! I- I notice every time you try to kiss me, and every time it gets interrupted! Other people notice, and I just wish you’d get it over with so I don’t have to notice anymore!” Mitch’s eyes widened, and he noted the mix of red and pink lights floating around them. Jonas was never able to control his lights very well when he got emotional. “Mitch.” He turned, looking questioningly at the younger boy. “Please… Please kiss me. Just get it over with.” And he did. He did, and he didn’t stop. He cradled Jonas’ face in his hands, pressing their lips together with the intensity of every time that it had been ruined. Mitch pulled back after a moment, leaning back and crossing his arms as a smirk grew on his face. “You’re a pretty good kisser, Spots.”

SOBS INTO MY ARMS OH MY GOD ANOTHER FIC

I ADORED THIS SO MUCH, IT WAS SO SWEET AND EVERYTHING ABOUT IT MADE MY HEART HURT. MITCH IS SO GONE FOR JOEY… AHH H HH.. ..I LOVE 5+1 FICS SO MUCH, MMY WEAKNESS!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!

#submission #mitjo #fic #fanfic #CRIES #EVERYONE READ THIS

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9. Favorite Fire type?

Ugggh.  DAMN, so many tough choices!  these questions are going to be the bane of my existence because i just love so many, lmao.

so to make it easier on me and so i’m not stuck here thinking for a half hour, i’m-a do some honorable mentions because it’s my meme answer and i do what i want.  :T 

Arcanine!

i love the big fire doggo okay.  i remember having one nicknamed buddy in my old pokemon red, and i battled with him all the time in pokemon stadium.  he served me well!  and in let’s go pikachu i really learned to appreciate his shiny form, too.

Typhlosion!

for all my love of all three johto starters, i think typhlosion will probably always be my favorite final starter evolution.  :>  but holy god, has game freak done typhlosion so wrong, man.  sadly it’s not really viable in battle, and to add insult to injury, game freak robbed it of what was once a really cool shiny (its shiny form now is all right, but its former shiny was way better in my opinion).  still, the entire cyndaquil line is goddamn adorable and typhlosion is no different.  :> 

Blaziken

yes, i know that i said in my last post that i find fire starters a bit overrated.  and i still do, but that doesn’t mean i don’t have my soft spots for a certain few.  blaziken holds a special place in my heart i guess, because torchic was my starter in ruby, and i have a lot of really good memories with ruby.  and i just... really like blaziken’s design.  i’m not sure what it is i like about it, like, i can’t quite put my finger on it, but i really love it for some reason.  it’s a fire chicken that can beat up your dad, what’s not to love about blaze, tell me right now.

Flareon!

oh my god, has game freak EVER done this pokemon wrong on so many levels.  i feel super bad for it in that regard, because flareon’s design is so insanely good for being so simple, even if it’s easily the worst choice of the three original eeveelutions.  like, goddamn, for having such a great attack stat and some okay defenses (special def, yes, regular def, ehhh....), game freak robbed it of a decent move pool until about generation five when it could learn flare blitz, which with no access to recovery other than wish it’s still... useless in battle.  jesus christ, game freak, what did flareon ever do to you.

but as i’ve said, flareon’s design is insanely good, and it looks so goddamn fluffy that i wouldn’t mind having a flare just as a pet to snuggle and play with.  :>  it’s okay flare, i still love you.  

THAT BEING SAID....  my favorite fire type, if i had to choose, iiiiis....

Chandelure!

i really, really love this pokemon.  i mean, not only is it suitably creepy enough to fit its ghost typing (its flames literally burn and consume souls, ‘cause, you know, third degree is for fuckin plebs), but it’s just a super gr8 pokemon overall.  i love its design, i love its concept, i love its cry (as well as lampent’s), it’s just such a cute and very reliable poke if you know how to use it right.  in b4 “GLASS CANNON!” yes yes i know, shush.  but that doesn’t mean a chandelure played well can’t catch people off-guard (lmao not that i’m any five star battler, but i’m one of those people who can speak from experience, do not think ‘easy ko’ when you see a chandelure).  and the cherry on top?  it has an amazing shiny that i’d love to hunt some day. 

so yeah!  best fire!!

#pokemon #pokemon 40 day challenge

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The Curse of Music Chapter 2: Respect

“And do you remember what happened next, Vegeta?”

“The White Goddess hid her message as a silver hair of moonlight and tied it to the smallest bird on the full moon to hide it from the Guardian’s eyes. When the smallest bird landed on the window of the prince, it turned back into energy and sang love songs to him. Then he hid his message as a black tread of night to hide in the bird’s shadow as he flew up to heaven before dawn.”

“Yes, that’s right. You know if you keep this up you will be telling me bedtime stories instead.”

“But only the secret ones right, Mama?”

“Yes, always remember these are only between you and me.”

“Mama, I figured out how the Goddess talked with the prince.”

*Giggles* “Oh really? Then tell me.”

“Like this, Mama!”

(Iiiii eeLoeeeVa uOeee)

“How Long Have You Done This?! Has Anyone Else Seen You?! DOES YOUR FATHER KNOW?!!!”

“Mama! You’re hurting my arm! Mama! MAMA!!!”

                                                    ~~***~~

Vegeta gasped awake.

He sat up moaning, his left hand on his temple. He grunts putting it in his lap. “Fucking nightmares. That’s what I get for messing with that instrument. What was I thinking…”

Vegeta then noticed a line of light across his bed. He followed the line to the window were the curtains were cracked open. He got out of bed and headed to the window. He pulled them back and saw the full moon proud in the sky. The skin on his lower back started to crawl.

“Goddess, no wonder I’m hallucinating.” He closes his eyes and sneers, “Hmph... The Goddess…” He looks back at the moon and gripped the curtains, “Leave me alone, you lifeless rock! I’ve destroyed thousands of rocks with more meaning than you!”

Vegeta slammed the curtains shut, but they again cracked open letting in the beam of moonlight. After several cycles of Vegeta cursing and the curtains drifting apart again, he accidently pulled the curtain rod out of the wall.

“Fucking damn it!” Vegeta glared at the broken curtains in his fists then turned it to the moon. “Fine! Be that way! I’ll go sleep in a room where you can’t get to me!”

He grabbed his pillow, blanket and a pair of shorts, then slammed the door as he left.

Vegeta closed his eyes and took a deep breath letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. After several moments, he opened them and looked around the hallway.

“The entertainment room should be my best bet, with that soft furniture and no foreign light sources.” Vegeta kicked himself, “Soft furniture, damn this planet! I’ll sleep on the fucking floor! The kitchen should be bitter cold tile.”

Vegeta dropped his pillow and blanket at the door and walked off.

                                                   ~~***~~

Vegeta passed the sunroom, rounded the corner heading to the kitchen. He suddenly stopped just past the piano after noticing the light was on in the kitchen. Moments later he also noticed the sparkle of broken glass on the floor and a wet stain on the wall.

“Fucking retarded fuckers! No one does this to Fucking Bulma Brief!”

A glass bottle flew into the hallway, smashed into the wall, and added to the pile. Vegeta now smelled the fresh sent of alcohol from the glass shards.

“Shit…” Vegeta thought, “Guess it’s the media room after all…”  

Vegeta turned around but tripped into the piano. His right arm fell on the exposed keys before the fallboard landed on his hand.

“Who’s there?!”

Hearing Bulma loudly knock things over trying to escape the kitchen, Vegeta quickly pulled his hand out and vanished.

                                                   ~~***~~

Vegeta put his left hand over his eyes as he flipped on the light in the media room. He quickly grabbed the adjoining knob and dimmed the lights to almost nothing. He walked down the short ramp to the oversized sectional and stretched out on the black leather covering himself with the throw blanket and quickly zoned out.

For about five minutes.

Vegeta heard the door open and the dimmed lights began blinking on and off several times before someone turned the knock up.

“Who’s in here?” Bulma asked leaning against the curtained walls walking down the ramp.

Vegeta put his hands over either side of his face. “Why won’t the women in my life let me SLEEP?!”

“Vegeta? What you doing here?”

He put his hands across his chest, “I was trying to sleep…” “Oh, Goddess don’t sit — too late…”

Bulma sat down near Vegeta’s head. He sat up and swung his feet on the floor.

“What’s wrong with your bed?” she asked.

“Nothing, it’s the curtains. They’re not blocking out the full moon light.”

Bulma twisted her head diagonally, “But you don’t have a tail?”

“If I still had my tail, you wouldn’t have a house. But that doesn’t mean the moonlight doesn’t have other effects. If I had my choice, I’d be asleep right now instead of talking to you.”

“Hey! Don’t you know who I am?!” Bulma tried to stand but quickly fell forward. Vegeta grabbed her before she smashed through the glass coffee table and sat her back down.

He folded his arms glaring down at her, “You’re Fucking Bulma Brief. I think everyone on the damn planet heard you barking like a rabid hound earlier.”

Bulma’s head wobbled slightly. Then she leaned forward and puked.

Vegeta launched into the air to save his feet. “Did you just try to vomit on me?!” he said hovering over the table.

Bulma answered by puking again.

Vegeta landed on the opposite side of the table. He ran his right hand down his face in disbelief at the situation.

“You’re lucky I need you alive, woman,” Vegeta muttered as he moved the glass table against the wall. He also moved the side tables and anything else he thought could injure her in this state.

“You sit right there until I get back,” he ordered before walking out of the room.

Vegeta shut the door behind him. He growled a sigh before shutting his eyes and concentrating.

“There they are,” he thought opening them, looking up and to the left at the ceiling. “Time to find some bloody stairs.”

                                                      ~~***~~

Vegeta walked through hallways he had never been in before, keeping a bead on the two energies he needed.  

“This better be the right door,” he said under his breath. He tapped the door a few times testing its strength before bagging on it loudly. “Dr. Brief!”

The loud bagging stirred Mrs. Brief first.

*Doctor! Misses! Your daughter requires medical assistance!*

“Doghter… Doghter assistance…” her sleeping brain garbled together. “Doghter assistance… Doghter… Doctor assistance… Doctor…Doghter assistance… Doctor… Dogther assist… Dogther… Doter? Dao-er? Dao-ter? Doctor… Dao-ter assistance… Doctor… daughter assistance… Daughter… Doctor assistance… Daughter… DAUGHTER?!”

Mrs. Brief snapped awake.

*Doctor! Mrs. Brief! Wake up, damn you!*

“Sweetie! Sweetie, wake up!” Mrs. Brief shook her husband.

“Mmmwha…?” he moaned.

“Bulma needs help. Wake up,” she said rolling out of bed. She put her slippers on and grabbed her house robe.

*Doctor! …*

She opened the door.

“It’s about damn time…” Vegeta glared at her.

“What’s wrong with Bulma?”

Vegeta pointed down the hall. “Your daughter is a violent drunk who could have toppled over and bled out on all the shit she’s smashed by now because you took your damn time!”

Mrs. Brief blinked, then put her right hand to her cheek. “Oh! She’s drunk and you don’t know how to handle her. I was worried for a moment.”

Vegeta’s arm and face dropped, “This is a frequent occurrence… ?”

                                                   ~~***~~

“Watch the broken glass,” Vegeta warned sidestepping the pile.

“Oh, dear,” Mrs. Brief said as the couple looked in the kitchen.

“Good God…” Dr. Brief turned to Vegeta, “What did you do to piss her off?”

“I had nothing to do with this, Old Man!”

“Now. Now. No fighting,” Mrs. Brief intervened, “Let’s just get Bulma taken care of and we can all get back to sleep.”

“I haven’t even slept yet…” Vegeta thought.

They came to the proper hallway. The door is opened.

“Oh crap…” Vegeta ran over, put his hands on the door frame, and stuck his head in. “And she’s gone…” Vegeta stepped away from the door, “Shit.”

“We’ll,” Dr. Brief yawned pointing down the hall, “I say we follow the fallen pictures.”

“…Vegeta you piece of shit…” Bulma’s voice came from the distance.

Dr. Brief looked at Vegeta. “I thought you said this wasn’t your fault?”

“Boys! No fighting. Come on,” Mrs. Brief walked ahead.

                                                    ~~***~~

They found Bulma in the guestrooms hallway. Three doors were opened, with Bulma beating and kicking on a fourth.

“Vegeta!” She slammed her shoulder into the door. “I know you’re in this one! You can’t hide from me! No one tells me what to do! No One! Not You! Not the Social Committee! No One!”

“Bulma! Sweetie!” Mrs. Brief ran forward, “You’re hurting yourself!”

“Momma?” Bulma turned as Mrs. Brief grabbed her.

“Come on, Sweetie. Why don’t we get you to bed. You’re not doing any good here.”

“Momma? Why are… YOU!”

“Shit…” he thinks.

“You!” Bulma stormed over and attempted to poke him in the chest, but only ended up simply punching him repeatedly over his heart.

“No one tells me to just to sit still and look pretty! I am Fucking Bulma Brief! I’m the most powerful bitch on this God damn planet! NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO!”

Vegeta blushed bright red and formed his fists at his sides, “I never called you pretty, Woman!” Vegeta then jumped backwards as Bulma barfed. “What is with your obsession with vomiting on me?!”

“Now, Bulma,” Dr. Brief walked forward and rubbed her back as she was bent over still spitting up, “We all know how frustrating Vegeta can be…”

Vegeta’s face twisted. “I didn’t even do anything!”

“Shhh.” Mrs. Brief put her right arm across him and placed her hand on his left arm. “Getting her to bed is the important thing now,” she whispered almost reading his thoughts.

“But right now, it’s close to 2 a.m. And the sooner you get to bed, the better your hangover will be. So, let’s get to sleep and sort this whole thing out in the morning.”

Bulma nodded and her father put her arm over his neck and began to walk her off. Mrs. Brief nodded to Vegeta, then put her index finger to her mouth. She turned and caught up with her family, taking the opposite side to her husband.

Vegeta silently rubbed his eyes waiting until they were far ahead to follow. He casually glanced at the door. It had a dent with a deep crack in it at shoulder height. Vegeta then inspected the others. All had broken knobs and jams. He finished breaking off the last few fibers of one chuck of wood with the warped metal plate still affixed by screws.

“That slender woman broke through three doors and damaged another?” He looked at the doors and frames. “I know these are laughably frail, but they must be more than adequate for her species. These are doors after all…”

A whiff of admiration poked holes through his frustration thinking of this and her punching him repeatedly earlier.

“Hmph. Nonsense,” he dropped the piece of doorframe and followed.

                                                 ~~***~~

Mrs. Brief lifts the toilet seat and helps Bulma onto the floor. Her husband stands in the bathroom door and Vegeta behind him mouth slightly ajar looking at the filth the woman lived in.

She filled a cup with water and hands it to her, “Now Sweetie. You drink lots of water and try and hit the toilet, ok?”

Bulma nods while swallowing. She then hands the cup back and her mother refills it again and leaves it on the edge of the counter. Mrs. Brief then leans over, kisses her daughter’s head, then exits the room gently leaving the door slightly open to give her privacy.

Her parents then exited the room, to Vegeta’s surprise.

“You’re really trusting her to be alone?” he asked once the door closed.

Dr. Brief yawned, “She’ll be fine.”

Vegeta pointed towards the wall at the bathroom. “Excuse me for not trusting that woman not to drown in the feces receptacle after everything I just went through!” he said as loud as he dared.

“Vegeta,” Mrs. Brief started, “I understand you care about —”

“All I care about is the gravity machine being fixed,” Vegeta said crossing his arms.

“Then why are you blushing?” Mrs. Brief singsonged.

“Don’t provoke him,” Dr. Brief scolded.

“Oh, fine,” she sighed. “But Vegeta, as long as you stay quiet you can stay. Just behave yourself, ok?” She winked.

Vegeta didn’t know what she meant as she said it, but then she gave the same undeniable wink as her daughter.

“I AM NOT A RAPIST!” Vegeta howled as his energy exploded out around him.

Pictures ripped of the walls and Mrs. Brief’s robe and night gown rippled violently as she put her hand up to shield her face. Her husband grabbed and shielded her.

“I have done more than enough to earn an eternity burning in Hell, but Rape is not one of them!”

Vegeta stalked forward, “Killing is completely natural, predator and prey. Rape is a perversion to all life!”

The door knob turned. “Mom, what was that?”

Vegeta vanished.

“That sounded like Veg—” Bulma opened the door and saw her parents in each other’s arms with ruffled hair, clothes and her father with slightly crooked glasses. The picture directly behind them was also fallen off the hook and leaning against the wall.

Bulma blinked a few times. “Never mind…” she shut the door.

“Wait. Let me help you…” Mrs. Brief opened the door and went inside closing it behind her.

“That was close…”

Dr. Brief looked up and saw Vegeta flat against the ceiling. He hopped down, then looked himself over. “It’s terrifying that the ceiling in the hallways are cleaner that the sleeping quarters your daughter utilizes.”

He looks up at the doctor. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Dr. Brief walked up to him and extended his hand.

Vegeta looked down at it, then back up at his face. “What are you doing?”

“Offering to shake hands, Vegeta. It is a sign of respect on Earth.”

Vegeta crosses his arms. “And what brings this about?”

“I don’t know how things are out there in space, but on Earth a man who would consider taking advantage of a woman as drunk as my daughter is right now a rape is rarer than a blue moon.”

“And?” he asked annoyed.

“I’m trying to say I trust you with my daughter, Vegeta.”

“I could still kill her, you know.”

Dr. Brief smiled to his surprise, “I thought you wanted the gravity machine fixed?”

Vegeta shook his head, but the door opened before he could open his mouth.

“Sweetie,” Mrs. Brief pokes her head out, “Bulma’s gone into the crying phase. I think I’ll be sleeping here tonight.”

Vegeta turned to her, “So she’s deteriorating like I said she would?”

“Yes, Vegeta. You were right.” She turned to her husband and moved her hand in a dismissive fashion, “Now you go to bed, Sweetie. Vegeta, I want to talk to you for a second.”

“All right,” Dr. Brief yawned, then pecked her on the cheek, “Good Night, Dear.” He turned and walked away, “Good Night, Vegeta.”

Mrs. Brief exited about half her body out the door to talk.

“If this is about showing respect, your husband already did. There is no need to ‘shake hands’ again.”

“I see,” she smiles, “Good for him. But thank you, Vegeta, for being a decent man if not a good one.”

“Before you go,” Vegeta stops her from reentering. “What is a ‘blue moon’?”

“Oh? Did he use that to describe you?”

“Yes. He said, I was ‘rarer than a blue moon’.”

“Well, normally there are only 12 full moons in one year. But, sometimes, I’m not sure why, a 13th sneaks in. That is called a ‘blue moon’.”

“Isn’t the number 13 considered unlucky on this planet?”

“Usually, but a blue moon is actually lucky. There’s one in the next couple days, in fact.”

Vegeta ignored the phantom pain that suddenly shot up his back. “I see. Good Night, Mrs. Brief.”

“Good Night, Vegeta.” She slipped in the room and shut the door.

Vegeta turned around, then stopped suddenly and put his right hand over his face growling. “Goddess damn it! I still need to find a place to sleep…”

#the curse of music #chapter 2